Klein(SAO)x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven

(Klein's Perspective)

I decide to continue playing ALO for a while. I get used to the dark caverns, my eyes finally adjusting to my damp surroundings. Most of the players here are chatting about how Skylar completely annihilated the general of the Salamander's army. Some give me weird looks, some suspicious. I brush them off with a shrug, grinning and saying hello to whoever gives me this reaction. I end up logging out in the inn, waking up in the real world. Half of me is nervous that I won't be able to log out, but most of me has gotten comfortable with the NerveGear again. Sitting up, I pull the helmet off my head and resting it on the floor next to my bed. Walking down to the coatrack, I slide my coat on, strutting out the door. I go on a short walk, rounding the block to warm myself up, then decide to put my free time to work on the homework I had forgotten about. Finally, I scribble in the last number, sitting back in relief.

Why do I have to go back to school just to learn how stressful kids have it, and how I had it?

Organizing the folders, I slip the correct notebooks into the folders of the same subject, then pushing those into my backpack. Slinging the heavy bag over my shoulder, I place it by the door, sighing. I lay down on the couch, an arm over my eyes, hand on my stomach. I fall asleep, despite the cars rushing by on the roads, thinking about how that player had sounded and where I could have possibly heard him before. My eyes fly open in realization, heart pounding.

It's Haruto! That's where I heard it! Why would he play a game like Alfheim? He's almost in his thirties! And even if he did, I never would've thought him to be the general of the most powerful army!

My eyes flutter close soon though, giving me no time to get up and stretch. 

(Skylar's Perspective)

After my little walk, I sit down on the couch, just pondering random thoughts about what happened today.

Haruto was awfully ignorant. Does he still truly feel that way about me? Either way, I stand strong to what I said to Klein in-game. I've never seen Klein jealous before. That surprised me by a landslide. Though, can you really blame him, Skylar? I've never been jealous in that way, but still, if some random girl I've never seen before waltzed right up and hugged Klein as if she would never see him again would make me jealous... The thought of that does make me jealous. Anyway, that general sounded familiar, almost too familiar. I've definitely heard this man talking in real life, but I can't pin the name on the picture. Maybe I should look through my list of friends first. Okay, so there's obviously Klein, there's Kirito, the group of guys, a few of Kirito's friends...Okay, what about old friends from before SAO? Well, there's Riku, Haru, Hinata, Kaito, Reo, and... Haruto! That's who it is! Is he usually that arrogant to other players? Or was he just roleplaying for the raid? And he is like... six years older than me! How could I have easily beaten him? It doesn't matter, but I wonder if Klein's figured out already, since he was watching Haruto like a hawk.

Sighing, I sink into the cushions, moaning in the jolt of cognizance and wonder. Watching the T.V. subconsciously, I stare at the clock, the minute hand gradually ticking past the twelve, the hour hand stealing the bolded four. I sit up, hiking the stairs after a moment, then relaxing on my bed. Still fatigued, I shift the NerveGear on my head again, logging in. I find myself lying on the cushiony bed, and when I roll onto my back, I tumble off of the side of the mattress with a squeak when I see Klein peacefully sleeping next to me.

What the? Is he still online? And why is he...

A memory of what happened in SAO makes heat rush to my face, and I rub my forehead as I sit up on the dark-oak floor. Grabbing the bed for support, I watch Klein for a moment, then decide he's offline. Brushing my skirts off as if dust coated it, opening the door while peeping over my shoulder. Hastening out of the lodge, I walk to the ledge, gazing at the sun, which is now just rising. I sprout my wings, starting the flight to a few floating islands that are just outside of the mountain range. Nestling into the downy grass, I sit cross-legged facing the sun. Narrowing my eyes, I watch different types of birds flutter from and to trees, squawking and singing unique tones. After a while of me sitting there, I shift my legs over the edge, letting them dangle in the breeze. They collide with something and a loud grunt of pain cries out from beneath me.