Savior - Kirito x OC

Chapter Seven

- Misaki's P.O.V -

        I'm standing there, watching the pieces that used to be my little sister float then vanish into thin air. My eyes are wide open. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Why... Why did she have to die? I glare at Asuna, who's just standing there, watching Kirito fight the boss. What the hell is wrong with her? I was too late, I couldn't save her. But, I could've. Only if I was paying more attention... I'm sorry, Kisaka. I'm so sorry. My sword slips out of my hand and clatters onto the cold ground. My breathing becomes unsteady, tear drops hit the ground, I hear Kirito slashing at the monster. I close my eyes and I think about Kisaka. Her smile, her eyes, the memories we shared together. She was too young. Too young to die. My hands ball up into fists, I grit my teeth together.

        Tears continue to roll down my cheeks. A sob escapes my lips. My head snaps up and I look at the boss. My eyes automatically narrow at the sight of him. My blood boils. I look back down, close my eyes, and wipe my tears away with the back of my hand. I pick up my sword and look at my reflection. My eyes lock on target, the boss. In a split second, I go from at least one hundred feet away from it to ten feet. I slash at the killer with all my might, all my speed, hatred, and sadness. I scream the same two words over and over again. At first, I'm whispering it to myself, but my voice soon rises up to full volume.

        "Kill it. Kill it. Kill it. Kill it! Kill it! KILL IT! KILL IT!" I let out a deafening battle cry and continue to attack. No mercy... Kirito stands back with Asuna, watching. I'm taken over by my temper, by my rage. I hate this game. I hate this boss. I hate The Game Master. I. Hate. Asuna. When we switched, Asuna was supposed to protect her while I stand by. I... I hate her. The boss's health bar turns red and continues to drop. It swings it's sword multiple times at me at an inhuman speed. I dodge it's attacks quickly and leap back. I sheath my sword and pull out my bow, unsheathe an arrow and draw the bowstring back to my tear-stained cheek.

        For Kisaka... I aim at it's eye, just like I would for an animal, and release. The arrow hits it directly in the eye and it shatters into a million pieces. I crumble to the ground and drop my bow right next to me. My head buries itself in my hands as I cry. I don't notice the Last Strike icon hovering above my head. I sob into my hands and let myself cry over my loss. I lean forward, and weep even louder. I hear footsteps emerge behind me. "LEAVE!" I scream, and my voice cracks. The footsteps immediately stop. My sobbing continues and memories flash though my mind, my heart aches. It feels like it's been cut open, a wound that can never be healed has found it's way to it.

        I don't know how long I've been crying, but I manage to get up on my feet. I stare at the ground beneath me blankly. I have nothing to live for anymore. I look up at the pop-up, the item that I've earned from the Last Strike bonus sits there on the screen. I accept it, but don't bother to look in my inventory. I pick up my bow and stand there, staring into the ground, searching for a reason to keep going. My feet slowly take me out of the room, the room that is now my little sister's grave.

        I decide to take a break from the front line. I'm still dreading on the thought, the thought of my failure. I failed the only person I truly care about and love in this world. She's gone, she slipped away from my grip and will never return. I'm walking through town, hands in my pockets, head down, staring at the cobblestone path. I'm heading towards an unknown destination. I haven't talked to anyone for the longest time. Locked up in my apartment and never left for the past week. Today, I thought it would be nice to get out a bit. But I was wrong. As I walk by people started to mummer comments about me, about Kisaka. I feel the urge to punch them in the face and tell them to shut up, but I don't. I just continue to walk and keep to myself.

        I accidentally bump into someone. "Sorry." I mutter and continue to look down.

        "Misaki?" That was Kirito's voice. I didn't want to face him, nor see anyone at all. I just keep walking. Kirito grabs my arm but I pull it out of his grip and begin to run. He brings back things I don't want to remember.  I go down to this river and just cried as all the memories all of the sudden came to me. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to let Kirito back into my life. I don't want to let anyone in. Never again. I stare down into the water and debated on weather I should just drown myself. Suddenly, without taking a breath I go into the river, the gentle waves rock me as I sink to the bottom. My eyes are closed and I feel myself crying but the tears become washed away. The air in my lungs shortens, I begin to run out of oxygen. I hear someone calling my name. I slowly open up my eyes and resist the temptation to go up for air. I close them again and someone dives in.

        It's too late, you're too late.

        I feel arms wrap around me and pull me up. Die quicker, come on just die already. I resurface but refuse to breathe. my health bar is already red. This is it.

        Forgive me.

        Kirito's voice shouts my name over and over again. He shakes me but I don't dare to open my eyes. I continue to hold my breath. 

        ''Misaki!"