Alfheim Online Diverse Route (A SAO fanfic)

Prologue

An enormous tree soars through the skies.

Above it lays a certain place, cutting the seas of leaves and branches, a huge blackened bird cage and inside of it, is a lone being barred of freedom.

The figure, slumped in the cold marble table with chains connecting his wrists and feet in the chair they occupied is plotting on how to escape this abnormally enchanted place, praying that to make its way to freedom but also beginning to lose all hope he had.

Yes, it's been roughly sixty days or so since he wake up here. The boy who defeated the King of 'that world' was now, again, a prisoner.

Raven locks tousled as the midnight air found its way to the bird cage. The boy, once to be a 'hero', was wearing a black ethereal outfit matching the ethereal-esque scenery as ebony translucent wings found its way to his back. One could say that he was the every picture of a royal captive of sorts.

However, this place that held his entire being was neither the truth nor the fake. He was trapped in his own mind, another cage from the world from the world of Virtual Reality.

He wasn't even sure as to how he ended up there, the sixty days spent also seems to be an illusion, he's not so sure as the settings could allow him to notice that the days in that cage or to say prison was shorter than twenty four hours, that is what he confirmed.

Through thousands of contemplations he is able to deduce that much, but that doesn't even matter.

Asuna.

The last thing he witnessed before this was the fall of Aincrad together with his beloved one. Until that bright light, all he can feel was Asuna's warmth and conviction. To disappear with her was more than enough as for him.

But darkness soon take over, a torrent dragged him towards the bright flashes of light, and instantly he knows he was being transported.\

The next thing he knew was that he was in another illusionary world, another computer-generated virtual prison, imprisoned by a man of malice.\

"What's the matter, dear Kuroko-kun?"

Suddenly a voice echoed in the entirety of the bird cage. Speak of the devil and he will come, the boy remorsefully thought.

"What are you saying, my name's Kirito, not Kuroko[1]."

The boy lifted his androgynous face towards the menacing figure and glare.

There stood a man, no, a disgustingly handsome creature similar to himself; artificially induced.

The silk mantle wrapped to that slim body was embroidered with silver and atop the wavy yellow-green hair was a round similarly silver crown, signifying of his so-called regal status.

And unlike Kirito's black dragonfly wings, his were huge butterfly ones, four parts of them shifted between a color of black velvet and emerald-green.

However, all of that regal appearance was completely ignored, despised for a fact that the 'king's' smile was of an expression of utter malevolence.

"Don't be too cold my dear boy, or do you want me to call you Puck[2] instead?"

"Tch, you're the one that locked me here in the first place, what right do you have calling me strange names, I am Kirito, Oberon and that's it."

Kirito looked up at Oberon's eyes directly, anger rising within his veins but all he got from the malicious man was a disgusted look together with a cold statement.

"Wake up already boy. In this world, I am Oberon, the fairy king and you're just my lowly servant, so you shall obey my every orders."

"The only thing that I'll ever obey is my hatred to you. When I get out from here, I swear I'll make you pay for what you've done!"

"Well, how stubborn."

Oberon clicks his fingers, and at the same time, the chains in Kirito's limbs begin to spark electricity, electrocuting him.

"Kuh…hck…GAAAAAAH!"

At first there is no pain, the knowledge of being in a virtual world allows Kirito to think that everything in this world, be it a simple or fatal injury can only result a numb feeling or sort of irritation but being locked up there was a different matter. Oberon is a game master and he can change the pain absorption at will.

"Ah it's such a pity that I caught the wrong person, but it seems that you still have your uses, Hero Kirito-kun."

Oberon laughs when the electric attack subsided, and reaches a handful of raven locks to make the poor boy face him.

Kirito's eyes, in spite of the tears of pain, were filled with fury but made no reaction from the man, instead the grip on his hair tightened that it hurts so much, he can't stay galring.

"If only you weren't connected with her then this wouldn't happen, or so what I really want to say but I know we can't be so sure for that, no?"

He sneered, eyes glinting of an evil intent Kirito couldn't help but wince to.

"The only thing that I am sure about now is that I really want to punch your face, oh-so-Your-Highness King-O-be-ron."

At that sarcastically exclaimed comment coming from the castrated black haired youth, the face of Oberon twisted into a dangerously blank state. Kirito held his breath waiting for his impending 'punishment' but…

"Kuhahahahaha! You never fail to amuse me, Kuroko-kun!"

…only a jeery laugh booms in his eardrums. The fake king flicked his hand away from the boy's head and walk towards the cage door.

"The next time I see you, is also the end of that attitude of yours, so please, enjoy the last days of you being 'Kirito' as you wish."

Kirito, stares at him infuriatedly, and watch as Oberon leave, his last statement giving him a complete warning, giving him the chills.

"I'll make sure that I'll get out of here before that happens."

He quietly mutters and once again he laid his head to the cold table, thinking of his beloved Asuna's face, forming an absolute promise within his heart.

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A/N:[1] Kuroko= literally translates as Black child.

[2] Puck= Oberon's servant, also known as Robin Goodfellow, a character in William Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream.\

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