Kirito x reader

Chapter 1

I was at my last breath, and the guild members kept on coming. I glanced at my health bar-5% left. My heart sank to my stomach, and I stifled a sob. Digital cuts lined my arms, cheek, legs, and torso. The only option now was to run. So I did. My silver boots hit the grass at a quick speed, almost drowning out their monstrous shouts. I ran to the clearing, and took a left into the dark, dense forest.

My legs grew weary, and I tumbled down a small hill, and lay there, gasping for air. I can't run anymore! They're going to find me! Oh no, oh God. Why did I have to do that. . . I looked back, heart feeling heavy. Shadows grew taller and closer as they stampeded towards me. There's only one option left. I held my starter blade up, and the tip pointed to my chest, directly above my heart. Ena. . . Here I come.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my blood pumping in my ears.

"There's no need for that," a male voice said. Someone lowered my sword.

My eyes flew open, and my (eye color) met obsidian ones. A boy about my age stood before me, a serious grimace matching his dark eyes.

He held out a gloved hand, and I took it in my white gloved hand. He pulled me up, and took out his sword from on his back.

Just as I stood up fully, the guild, Il Fait Mauvais, had circled us.

I flinched and reached for my sword, but the boy held out a hand.

"I've got this," he murmured. "Why are you doing this?"

The leader of the guild stepped forward. His white-and-silver cloak swished as he strided towards us, a soft smirk on his handsome features. "You really think you can protect her from us?" he demanded, left hand resting on the gold-tipped hilt of his large sword.

I quivered in fear, two thoughts racing through my head. I'm gonna die, and this poor guy is going with me. "Don't do it, sir," I whispered, a lump forming in my throat. "They'll kill you."

He looked at me, and grinned slightly, as if forcing it. "I'm a beta tester. My name's Kirito." And then he sprang towards the leader, sword at his side.

The leader of our guild, Akio Hideo, stepped back and yanked out his sword, the moonlight reflecting on the silver blade.

Kirito's black blade rained down upon Hideo, and their leader stumbled back, trying not to die. Hideo slashed at Kirito, and the black-haired boy danced away, ducked, and aimed for the torso.

Hideo roared angrily as Kirito made a deep digital gash.

Kirito backflipped away, and landed next to me, sword down low.

The guild members murmured among each other, and decided it was best to run, or perish.

They decided it was best to run.

In a tavern that night, Kirito sat and drank a soda-like substance.

"What's your name?" he asked between gulps of soda.

"(Your name)."

"Ah. Hello, Y/N. I take it you don't really know what you're doing here."

I grinned slightly. "Sort of, yeah. I can fight, but I'm not that good. You. . . that was amazing! Thanks for saving my life. Literally." As the realization of my actual death dawned on me, I slurped down the stuff. I finished it in 10 big gulps. "I need more, that's good stuff."

Kirito nodded, and he looked off into space.

"What's up?" I asked.

"You should leave after this," he said seriously. "Those people will probably be on me, and I don't wanna drag you into all that."

I shrugged, and beckoned for the waiter. "It's fine, I mean. . . I'm not really with anyone, I don't really have. . . friends."

The waiter swished his way towards us, a pen and pad in his ready hands. "Yes?"

"I'd like some more of that soda stuff. Also, a chocolate cake."

He nodded, and scribbled it down. "Coming right up." He swished away.

"Yeah, me either," Kirito confessed. "And I guess that's good, because they would all be dragged into my trouble."

"Oh."

We sat in silence for a bit until my chocolate cake was set down in front of me.

I cut a piece off, and shoved it into my mouth, savoring the chocolate death. "Ya wahnt sahm?" I asked, a mouthful of chocolate. I moved the plate towards him.

He shrugged, and said, "Why not."

Another fork was placed in front of Kirito, the waiter different. He looked somewhat familiar, but I brushed it off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him back off into the corner, grinning.

"I wonder if he notices the cilantro stuck in his teeth," Kirito wondered.

I snickered."We should make a party," I said jovially. "It'll be fun. And, I won't die either."

Kirito stopped eating.

"I mean, I don't really know much about all this, and after that close encounter with that guild, I. . ." I trailed off, the chocolate cake turning bitter.

Kirito sighed. "I'm not so sure. I don't want you to get killed because of me."

I leaned forward. "But I can tell, we'd make a badass team! And think of the lives you'll be saving. We might save a buttload of people. But if you don't then we might not. Fate is a tricky thing," I stated.

Kirito ate his cake, looking deep in thought.

He's kinda hot, I began to think. My face heated up. Oh God, really Y/N, really?! I should tone it down though, he probably thinks I'm a weirdo.

I cleared my throat, and shut up.

"I'll sleep on it," he said finally, standing up. "We should find a motel."

I stood up, and smoothed out the mini cloak-like cloth I wore over my skin tight silver shorts I had under. "There's one near by, it's two buildings away from this place."

"Great." He plopped some money on the wooden table, and walked out silently.

I scurried after him, looking around the tavern once more.

That creepy waiter was there, but that was about it.

My skin tingled, and I walked close to Kirito.

I contemplated enlightening him about the situation, but I decided against it.