Disclaimer:
I only own OC's. Whoever owns SAO, it isn't me. Also i will be taking liberties with the technical aspects E.G:Classes are a thing.
Prologue:
"What kind of behaviour do you call that?" James inwardly sighed and turned to face his father, drawing up to his full height in an attempt to salvage some dignity. "I was entertaining children father." The Mister Johnson glowered down at the Master. "Your actions may have entertained the children, son, but to everyone else you, to put it bluntly, looked retarded. You sounded like you have special needs." James suppressed a groan, knowing a lack in discipline would not help his case. "I was polite. I attempted to be conversational. I acted how the son of a sir should the entire evening. Am I not allowed to drop the act when in the presence of three year olds?" His father raised an eyebrow. "Act?" This time James didn't bother to hide his groan, he was screwed no matter what after that slip up. "It cannot be an act child." Sir Johnson said, beginning his tirade. "You must become the act; remain adamant in a sea of temptation. You are MY son, and any actions you take reflect poorly on this family. If you are going to dishonour me whenever you meet another, then I suppose I must prevent that occurrence. You are grounded, for a month." "-But father-" "I WILL NOT allow you to ruin this name!" James finally found his voice. "Father how am I going to learn how to act if you don't give me the chance to practice!-" It was too late. The door to James' room had already slammed. James waited ten whole seconds before exploding, angrily pounding his fists against the wall of his room. Panting, he flopped onto his bed, wishing there was some way he could beat his father, overcome the rules, just once…
Then he realised, a grin slowly spreading across his face. There was a way. And there was nothing his father could do to find out. He walked to the cupboard on one side of his bare walled room, and reached for the small touchpad he could see at the back. Keying in the password, he opened the small door behind. There was a small cubbyhole. The one place he got to control. Inside were a few drawings from his younger self. A fossil he'd once smuggled home from the beach. And a strange metal helmet, with a visor and a cord attached. A helmet also known as a nerve gear. He smiled as he plugged it in. his father's influence had helped him get a hold of the Beta (The only useful thing it had ever done). It may have been limited; with a cap at level 20, one boss, one floor, one thousand players, (most Japanese) and no real customisation. Sword art online. And now he had a chance to play the full game. He keyed a timeout alarm at 6:55, settled down on his bed, and smiled. "Link Start!"
My first Fanfic so please favourite, follow, and review fairly.
will make daily chapters if they stay around 1000 words.
