Once upon a time, there was world that was created by the man Kayaba Akihiko, released chaos, greed, sovereignty, courage, all sorts of hidden emotions that would otherwise be hidden if not for the world of Aincrad.
There I found many things, for example- my happily ever after.
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The weather was predictable, sunny as always on this level, bright and the birds song never ending, it all seemed too cliché. Everything seemed to be going too much according to plan, and that's when my sixth sense kicked in, but I was glad, it proved to be right.
This level was my favourite level of Aincrad so far. It was because the only area to have one safe zone, that was the immediate vicinity of the teleporting circle. This place was where I felt home, where I thrived and lived; where the base of my operations were situated.
Outlaws roamed the place, players deemed as criminals by the system, labelled by yellow cursors. The place was mainly split into two territories, the majority belonging to the infamous guild called 'Laughing Coffin'. The remaining land, belonged to a guild with no reputation.
Mine. I was the founder of the guild with a bunch of lackeys obeying my every whim.
My guild was relatively small, but consisted of people who can hold their ground against front-liners. With them I could defend territory, and monitor the people trespassing, taxes, protection, and all the other goodies of being a landlord. It also reduced the count of random wanderers.
Before I entered the game, I was a big suck-up to my mother. She would push me around and I would do all her biddings. Then I played this game, and in the first week I had killed someone, two people; the man who tried to kidnapped me and my former self.
It was soon after that incident where I was unstable, my morals told me to kill myself, that I was worthless, but then I met him, my other half, my soul mate, my love. Mine, and mine only; and because no one realized he belonged to me, that's where the problems began. It wasn't his fault he was damn alluring, but he eventually had an entire harem after him.
I am definitely not part taking in a harem, I believed only in monogamy, and he was my partner, they were mere hindrances in our relationship, and it would be my job to make him realize that, he was just too kind too just shove them away. Of course he loved me the most, but they would always turn up, and end up cock blocking me whenever I tried to make a move.
Heh, looks like I wasn't the only that stalks him.
On a more serious note, today was when I would end all of this.
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I had managed to get the message several important words to the few women pursuing the wrong man.
My man.
The time of the congregation neared and they eventually all showed up.
First was the mediocre looking girl, most likely a teen like me. Her short clean cut indigo hair hung just above her shoulders, breastplate hiding her womanly development, mace and shield both hung behind her back, attached via some sort of strap. Her sea blue hide armour and chaps made to compliment her hair colour.
Her story was that she was inspired by him, and he had saved her life. Apparently her guild members had sprung a trap, they were too low of a level at the time to handle a frontline trap; they all conveniently died, while she was able to escape by the width of her hair with his help.
The girl's name was Sachi; she hung around with incompetent people, and relied on them. She would only be a burden and would continue to do so with her new found support, someone that can be done without.
The next girl was, no, no, let me correct myself, child, was named Silica. Her short brown hair was tied into two ponytails by red beads. She wore a long ruby coloured coat trimmed with gold, swirly patterns emphasised at the neck high collar. The front of her coat was however open and revealed her mini skirt and navy blue stockings.
On around her neck, like a scarf, hung what used to be a baby dragon, which quickly developed as her levels increased. My woman's intuition told me that she thought she could tame my lover, although obviously failing for he was not a lolicon, but she was rather persistent.
She was saved twice by him. First from weak trash mobs, which I scoffed at, and then from her former friends. The naïve girl was poor at judging peoples character, such a child could not understand the concepts of love, what she claimed was a mere illusion of something she wanted to control, like a boy toy.
The final member of his current harem was Lizbeth, my former friend. A professional blacksmith, which I had met during the early stages of the game, her cropped pink hair held to the side by one clip, a darker pink maid uniform hugged her luscious body, oversized bowtie at the collar.
Didn't she understand that stealing had consequences? Apparently not, after one episode of him saving her life, she seemed to develop something for him, even though I had clearly hinted he was already mind and told her to back off, she just seemed to ignore me.
All these women were needed to be disposed of, for his sake, and for my own selfishness.
I put up a façade and managed to keep suspicion to a minimum- why would they doubt me, Asuna, one of their closest friends? I never showed any exterior hatred for them, and I always had a smile plastered on my face. I had them follow me into a pathway between two cliffs, towering rocky faces encasing us. By the time they started to seriously question what my motives where, I had already lured them into where the ambush was set up. I smiled, and the tarp was sprung.
Silica was defeated fairly easily, a beast tamer's weakness was in fighting multiply opponents, while her dragon fought off many of the two frontal attackers, a sneak attack from behind, which my men were adept at caused her to shriek, this caused the glowing blue dragon to pause to check the situation with its master.
No mercy was shown, one man used this opening and quickly beheaded the dragon, unique green blood spurted from the wound due to the detachment of the head. The beast quickly lost its glow and fell towards the ground limp, twitching slightly after the man's boot stepped over it without consideration.
Silica couldn't do anything, her attachment with her beast left her in shock, her knees buckled and dropped to the ground
As Silica was feeling distraught, I decided to personally participate. The tamer cried, "Pi…" however she didn't even manage to finish the dragon's name, her tongue was pinned to the roof of her mouth, my rapier going straight through her head.
I admired the view; it was like a fountain, a red fountain dying my weapon the same colour. Too bad it ran out of juice, and the fountain ceased to function.
The men quickly went and turned to assist the one fighting with Lizbeth while I turned to face Sachi. Their primary purpose was to them at bay so I could personally deal with them one at a time, otherwise they would run off. Flee like the cowards they were.
Sachi looked battered and exhausted already, useless little slut.
I banged my rapier against her shield which she raised to prevent a fatal head blow, abusing the durability of my weapon. I continued my assault until she eventually backed onto the cliffside, cornering herself. With very little options to choose from, she swung the mace in a diagonal motion, but clearly missing as I twisted my body slowly and leaned to the side.
The momentum behind the attack was enough to make her stagger forward. I smiled, untwisted my position, before uncoiling with my rapier level at my chest and piercing her sides where her breastplate did not exist to protect her.
She did not die in a single hit, she was a tank, thus had incredible defences and health, but that meant I had more to enjoy. As I unrooted the weapon from her body, the pain caused the woman's hand to spasm due to pain, dropping what she had.
It was funny the way I could un-equip the armour Sachi wore. A powerful knee underneath her metal plating forced it upwards, splitting the flesh underneath her chin while loosening the straps that held it to the body. I reached down, grabbed it and removed it. Even in pain, and inevitability, Sachi crossed her arms around her chest trying to protect herself.
My sadistic self didn't mind, it didn't change a thing as my weapon rained down onto her. When I was finished the bodies had enough holes that it was… it was… like a piece of art.
The death of the second person cued the men to nod at each other and leave.
"Why?" Lizbeth questioned me.
I didn't bother answering, she should know already.
Should.
We traded blows for a short moment, her great hammer swinging around and I was unable to overpower her. But my agility overcame her strength, Lizbeth was left in a coughing fit when the pommel of my rapier made contact with her belly after lunging under a chest level swing of the oversized smith's tool.
The angle probably knocked her insides towards her more vital organs, lungs and heart. I was being nice, swapping to the knife I rarely use, my vacant hand grabbed her hair and quickly slit her throat,
Her health bar took a drastic drop as critical damage was applied. It fell to zero.
There was another thing that I managed to discover, everything was able to be collected, only if left untouched will the item shatter into polygons and disappear. The creator of this world was so intelligent.
The blade was serated, so it took a while and a bit of work for the head to detach from the body, and it was messy enough to dye the tip of my chestnut coloured hair crimson.
This act was repeated two more times.
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I waited at the entrance of the valley, while playing with the heads. The heads didnt stand upright as I originally wanted them to, the neck vertebrae would poke out, making them tilt and fall over, so I settled letting them kiss and smooch each other, poking the eyes, pulling on the tongues.
Silica's one actually came off, the early death blow had cut most of it.
And then he came, a bit late but there. Sun was way below the horizon; stars glowed brightly in the sky. The flame torch lit my presence, forgetting about the toys, I ran up and embraced him. I felt him look at the heads then say something, but the only words I heard was, "I love you, Asuna"
I tightened our embrace, heart soaring, sensations tingling.
"Love ya too, Kirito."
AN:
Yay! I know everyone wanted Sachi to survive the trap, so she did! :D And she did a great job at fitting into this story.
Don't feel shy about any telling me off about any grammatical (or general) errors. I wonder, are bumps allowed in fanfiction? And what sort of theme should this be... it doesn't really have any. Romance maybe? For the ending, lols.
Review and let me know what you think!
Edit 18/11/13: Its a year later and I proof read this. Lol!
Asuna: I have a birthday present for you!
*Hands it over to Kirito*
*Kirito opens*
Kirito: o.O Ty!
*Three heads roll out of the rather big birthday present box*