Kirito muses over that fact that Yui strangely looks like both him and asuna. He decides that Akihiko Kayaba has a sick sense of humor (despite still being stuck in Sao). Rated k+ for Kirito's silliness.

My God! Is it just me, or does my kid look like Asuna with my hair color?! I vented quietly to myself.

She's laying there, asleep. Asuna, my in-game wife and real-life girlfriend, was sleeping, too. If you're wondering why I'm awake; the answer's simple.

Akihiko Kayaba.

Now, I know you're probabaly scratching your head in confusion, but let me explain. He's a sicko. An extreme sadist.

And once, my idol. But I guess you could say that feeling is long-passed, as he trapped more than six-thousand kids inside a death game called Sao. A fun game, but still created by a demented sicko. And not too fun for the people that die...

But, I guess I had to say he wasn't all bad. I mean, he did create Yui. Although, technically, he never meant for us to meet.

I sighed.

Yui turned over in her sleep, making me panic. Had I woken her up?! I felt relief as I saw that she was still sleeping. Her back's now facing towards me.

I frowned at the long, streaming hair that's falling off the side of her bed. It's black, just like mine. But it has Asuna's length, and texture.

Are you rolling your eyes at me?! Well, that's rude, but I'm gonna continue anyway. Yes, my daughter is an AI, as in, Artificial Intelligence, but she has feelings, and they would be hurt by that. Also, she's got skin and bones like me. She's real like me.

Okay, now I know you're rolling your eyes. Well, stop. I mean it. She's got as much right to live as Asuna and I do.

Which brings me back to Kayaba.

The sicko. The sadist. The real so-called father of my child. Her creator, anyway.

I find myself often questioning Yui's appearance. After all, she looks nothing like Kayaba. So why does she have a passing resemblance to me and Asuna?

I hate not knowing!

I sometimes ask myself if he did it on purpose, like a gift to his ex-number-one fan? That's a crazy thought, but then, I guess that fits his mind state.

I sighed restly, dropping back against my pillow. I closed my eyes and turned towards Asuna.

"Akihiko Kayaba, you have a sick sense of humor." I paused to smile for a moment. "And I thank you for it."

And the thing I heard before I fell asleep was a gentle whisper, "You're welcome."