Kirito x reader

Chapter 2

That night, as we were settling into a small inn, I was attacked. And of course, the wonderful Kirito saved my ass. You know that creepy waiter? Well he broke into my room, and tried to kill me.

I was laying on my back, the soft wool blanket up to my chin. All I could think about was Kirito.

Maybe it's his eyes, I mused, smiling a bit. He is pretty good looking. And he's a total badass. Hm. I hope he decides to make a party with me. That'd be great.

I heard a knock on the door. "Y/N? It's Kirito."

My heart jumped. His voice sounded a bit deeper than normal, but maybe it was just one of those late-at-night things. I fixed my hair, and smoothed my pajamas. "Coming!"

I bounded over to the wooden door, and turned the metal knob. "Hello, Kiri-"

A hand carrying a cloth covered my mouth, and I swiped my hand, reaching for my inventory. But the other hand clamped my arms down, and I struggled.

Help! Someone, anyone, help!

Kirito POV

I lay in bed, hands behind my head. Y/N. . . she is a good person. This new world isn't beating her down like it would most people. She's determined. I rolled over to my left side, and frowned, deep in thought. Maybe I should party. She needs my help, and I don't want to die alone.

But that's selfish.

No, she wants to make a party! I'm just agreeing.

And that's just rude.

Shut up.

I stood, and opened the door, a loud bump! making me flinch. "Y/N?" My eyes caught two shadows-one big, and one smaller-locked in a struggle. I heard a muffled noise, and my senses kicked in, and I pulled my sword out from the scabbard and ran.

Y/N POV

"You're coming back," he growled. "He'll make you suffer."

It was getting harder to breathe, and spots danced in my eyes, my lungs on fire. Then Kirito came along. Oh Kirito, you beautiful-. . .

Kirito POV

I stabbed the man in the leg, and he stiffened, and dropped Y/N. I shoved him aside, and picked up her unconscious form, and carried her to the bed. I plopped her on, and whirled around and ducked, kicking the man in the leg.

I got a good look at his face. It was the man with cilantro in his teeth. I clenched my jaw, and pointed my sword at him. "Who are you, and what do you want."

He grinned, and pointed at Y/N. "He wants her."

I frowned, and stepped back protectively. "Who is 'he?'"

The man's grin widened, and he shook his head. "Can't say. He just does." He stood up, and aimed a punch at my head.

I moved to the left, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back, feet spread, ready for any movement. "Then tell 'him' this," I whispered angrily, staring at Y/N's face. "Tell 'him' that as long as I'm around, Y/N is safe."

Where is this coming from? my subconscious demanded.

I don't know. Shush. I pressed harder, and he winced.

"Okay, okay!" he yelped. "But-"

"Just leave," I ordered, pushing him out of the room. I slammed the wooden door, and looked at Y/N. Her face was calm, her breathing slow. Her hair framed her face, and I found my face getting hot. "Oh. . ."

I shook her shoulder, and called her name, trying to wake her up. I decided to let her sleep, besides- I swiped my hand and looked-it was 12:37, and she needed her sleep.