Falling in love with my teacher (KiritoxAsuna)

Chapter 18.-First impressions.

Classes were over, so the crew was already gathered and waiting for Asuna to arrive. According to her, she had "one last thing" to do before she left.

That was to smoke two cigars at the same time so as not to delay her for a single second, of course. A reluctant addiction was entering her head, with no possibility of making her better.

The first scene was when Trotsky arrived at Rivera and Kahlo's house, received in a very pleasant way.

Alice and Eugeo had their uniforms on. They were holding each other's arms, walking to the stage while talking to Yuuki and a classmate.

-Truly my wife and I are deeply grateful to them for all they had to do to give us the asylum. I hope I can repay them.

-Don't worry, Mr. Trotsky. In this house we are true communists, my wife and I admire you deeply.

Eugeo stayed to watch with passion Yuuki, who played with her hair, which would soon have the braids that characterized the painter.

-Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kahlo. -Eugeo kissed Yuuki's hand, and she smiled victoriously.

Then Alice greeted Yuuki with a hand and a kiss, smiling at each other.

-Cut! -Yuna shouted. -That was wonderful, for a first impression it wasn't bad at all.

And then Klein came, who was quite surprised by the performance of the young "artists".

-I have to give you guy's credit. The truth is you're doing better than me and my group did in high school. I'll definitely give you an extra point for that.

-Thank you, Professor. -They all said at the time.

Now a scene followed that Yuna didn't like at all. It was one of several romantic scenes that Kirito and Asuna had, or in this case Jacques and Silvia.

She was lying on the floor, naturally during the play that would be changed by an inflatable mattress and a pull-up bed.

She was supposed to be naked during that scene. Already in the play she would be wearing a strapless bra, since she had to cover herself with the sheets.

-And then what? -Asuna asked.

-Can we go have breakfast? I wasn't really planning on leaving for quite a while.

-Don't be a liar... you can go now, we did what we wanted to do, let's leave it at that.

Kirito sat down on the "bed" to hold Asuna's hand. -If you think you can get rid of me... you won't have it easy.

-Cut! -Yuna shouted. -Now let's move on to the next damn scene.

The two of them were now sitting in what was to be a part of Jacques' house in France, where they would quickly discuss what was to be the beginning of the main plot of the play: the assassination of Leon Trotsky.

-And why did you come to France? -Jacques asked.

-For the Fourth International. I am a Trotskyist, although it is quite dangerous because of the Soviet persecution. - "Silvia" answered.

-As long as you're with me, I won't let any damn Soviet starving man lay a finger on you. -He took her by the hand, ripping an "awww" out of everyone present, except Yuna.

-What a romance those two had. -Said Asuna, touched, without Kirito having let go of her hand.

-The bad thing is that it was fake, he he. -Klein scoffed.

-For Silvia's bad luck. -Kirito sighed, rising from the chair where he sat, letting go of his beloved's hand.

-I suppose we've tried hard enough. We'll take a ten-minute break and come back with Trotsky and Eiji. -said Yuna, to which they all breathed a sigh of exhaustion.