Heey! How's it going? So I've been greatly obsessed with SAO for a while now and this story idea just won't leave me alone. So here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it! The rating might change, depending on how...intimate it starts getting. This is going to be Kirito/Sino story ((sorry guys DX next story will have the fav OTP but for now, enjoy my secret shipping trash XD

Any who, enjoy and leave a comment!

P.s Their names will change depending on where they are at. If they're in the game then it's their avatar names, if it's normal reality, then I'm using their normal names :) I'm not sure how I want this to go, so that's why there's a switcheroo at times ^^;

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Forgotten Nightmares

This isn't the end…

Red eyes glared down at him as a dark shadowy figure towered above him. Kirito gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the Photon sword tightly. He was breathing heavily, short shallow breaths that seemed to take all of his strength. His right arm was slung around his upper torso, gripping it.

You don't have what it takes to end this.

A bullet struck him, sending him staggering back. He grunted lowly, trying not to let the being before him have the gratification of seeing him in pain. He raised his arm, willing his legs to move. He hurled himself at the being, screaming at the top of his lungs as he jumped into the air, grasping the handle of the sword and bringing it down on the shape. However, it moved. Merely grazing the side of the figure's cloak, leaving a red glow to it. The blood red eyes stayed on him, mocking him at his weak attempt. Kirito landed back on the ground with a thud, his feet moving back to their battle stance.

You'll realize that sooner or later.

Not a moment later a gun was aimed at him, a Type 54, Black Star; the Death Gun. His eyes widened and he barely missed the bullet as it whizzed past him, almost in slow motion. It flew past the fabric of his protective gear, leaving a small tear. He huffed, his eyes darting everywhere to think of an escape or an easy attack. There was none. And before he could even come to that conclusion, there was another shot and he felt his body leaning back to the side, once more missing the bullet, but this time, he was struck with another one. It rendered his body useless, paralyzing him. He gasped as he fell forward, his head weakly tilting upwards and his face contorted in pain. He tried to move his hands, fingers, anything! But he wouldn't budge. And as the dark figure stood over him, gun at the ready and the barrel pointed at him, he could feel his heart pulsing with fear. His eyes stared wide eyed at the gun and he gulped.

It's show time!

Bang!

Kazuto woke with a sharp gasp, his body jerking awake and sitting upright in bed. He took in short breaths, gasping and choking on strangled sobs. His eyes were wet with tears and his fingers gripped at the bed sheets tightly. He stared blindly at the dark sheets in front of him. His whole body was trembling and drenched with sweat. The sound of the gun from his dream still ringing in his ears. His heart beat loudly against his chest and he couldn't seem to gather his bearings. Everything was moving too quickly and his vision was swerving left and right, making him seem double. His stomach was churning and he could feel the bile in his throat. Snapping out of his stupor, he yanked back the covers and lunged off the bed, heading straight for his door. He pulled it back with an unnecessary force and made a mad dash for the restroom. Closing the door he headed straight for the toilet and hurled the contents from his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He sobbed and gasped as he heaved, his fingers gripping the sides of the toilet tightly and making his knuckles turn white.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he managed to stop himself, his forehead resting against the cool surface. He was still panting but his crying had since stopped. He tried to erase the dream, to forget the eyes. But the words and the sound of the gunshot stayed. Filling his mind and ears with the deep, dark mechanical voice and the loud thunderous bang.

This isn't the end…you don't have what it takes…realize this sooner or later. It's show time…show time…show-!

"Brother?"

A soft voice called out from the other side of the door, making the boy snap out of his hellish thoughts. He blinked and leaned back, turning to the white door. There was a small knock, making him jolt a bit.

"Brother? Are you okay?"

It was his sister, Suguha. He straightened up a bit, wiping away at his mouth. He shakily stood up and flushed the toilet. Shuffling towards the sink, he turned on the water and rinsed off his hands and mouth. He stared at his reflection and grimaced. His dark hair was tussled and unruly, his eyes looked troubled and weary, and slightly red and puffy from crying. His skin was a bit paler than normal and his nose tinted with red from sniffling. He cupped his hands under the water and splashed his face with water. The second time, he pressed his hands against his face for a few seconds before pulling them away and drying off. Deciding he'd left his sister waiting long enough, he opened the door, his eyes coming to face with her worried expression.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She bombarded him with questions before he could even utter a simple sentence. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she glanced at him for any injuries. He let out a weak chuckle at her concern and gently grabbed her wrists. He removed her hands from his face and flashed a small smile.

"I'm fine, Sugu" He replied quietly, "just had to use the restroom." She gave a dubious look and frowned slightly.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard you sobbing," She murmured, looking away briefly as if she was trying to remember. Kazuto managed a laugh and ruffled her short hair, much to her annoyance.

"You worry too much," He lied, pushing down the guilt that was building up in him, "I'm fine. Honest."

She looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of emotion, but he made sure to keep them guarded. He didn't want Suguha to worry about something that didn't really need to be discussed. She seemed to give up after a few moments of silence and relented. But not before giving him a soothing hug. His tensed, eyes slightly widening at the sudden affection.

"I believe you, Onii-chan," She said in a hushed manner, her eyes closed as she held her dear brother and ignored the beating of her heart from being so close. Kazuto let out a quiet sigh of relief and hugged her back.

A few moments later, they bid each other goodnight and headed off back to bed. Though he had managed to calm himself down and reassure himself that he was safe, Kazuto still had a difficult time closing his eyes and getting a restful sleep. His room felt cold and the darkness around him seemed to form into shapes.

And for some reason, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.