Magicus Ensis Art Online
Magic Sword Art Online
HP/SAO x-over
Kirito/Asuna HP/Argo

XXXI

(GGO)

It was over. Sterben had been defeated and with thanks to a present grenade. A tactic used where a pin on a grenade was pulled and the giver and receiver then subsequently went boom. Unfortunately for Kirito, he was the receiver of the present grendade.

Now Kirito could accurately say he knew what it felt like to be blown up. There was intense heat, he faintly smelt something suspiciously like barbecue and then momentarily weightless.

(Real World)

Kazuto jerked awake, sitting full on bolt upright and began pulling his clothes on. Replacing his hospital gown as he rushed out the door, little did he know that the nodes he had left on would be extremely beneficial to him.

Asuna jumped back as her boyfriend bolted out of the room. Asuna pulled out her phone, she had six numbers on speed dial, she dialled Harry. "Harry here."

Asuna nearly dropped her phone, Harry sounded so close "Harry, I need to…"

A door opened and Harry stuck his head out, only to wind it back in as Kazuto thundered past. "Harry, Kazuto found something out about Sinon."

Harry paled "He's on his own…He'll handle it better than I will…Now I have things to deal with. I'll notify people though." Asuna nodded, she decided to call the police and the Internal Affairs department.

(Akio et al.)

"What was that about?" Asked Akio's Ichigo, he had a lucky escape but was going to be kept in hospital for a few more days. Harry took a deep breath and began to explain in painstaking detail about everything that had happened.

"I was nearly killed due to obsession of a video game! Akio, this is why I disprove of your relationship with Potter-san."

Harry snorted "Always blaming someone else. Let me make this clear, not everyone comes out of traumatic experiences unscathed and are able to carry on a normal, as in abiding by societal restrictions, lifestyle. Just, be grateful that your daughter is somewhat functioning."

"What about you?"

"I'm…getting there. It wasn't exactly that hard to survive SAO. It just meant facing my closet of demons, fears and skeletons…Akio, has helped tremendously."

Akio blushed and moved next to Harry, sitting in the chair as he rested against the wall.

(Sinon)

Sinon lay there on the bed. She had won! She had won the Bullet of Bullets tournament with a present grenade. She giggled to herself as she put her Amusphere on her bedside cabinet and headed into the kitchen. It was nearly eight and she needed to eat.

Sinon grinned to herself, she had a rather sizable allowance that allowed for her to have some luxuries. Besides it was nearly time for her to call Jiji.

Sinon gulped, GGO helped. It helped a lot to get over her initial fear of guns. However, Death Gun and that subsequent fight that had seriously rattled her. She opened the fridge and grinned, she had some leftovers from her very early weekend weekly cooking spree. She began to spoon some food into a bowl and placed it in the microwave and she picked up the landline and she began to call her grandfather.

That had taken longer than she had expected. It turned out her mother had a really rough day and had been found with nicked wrists and had ended up back in the psychiatric ward. Sinon gulped, since the incident her mother had become unstable and out of control to the point that Jiji and Baba had set her up in this apartment and looked after her kaa-san.

The call had lasted fifteen to twenty minutes and just as she was about to eat, their was knock on the door. Opening the door it was Kyouji, the one who had introduced her to the game in the first place.

Then as expected everything went downhill. Kyouji had brought Chinese and nestled in his pocket snug as a gun was syringe. He had begged and pleaded with his brothers associate Atsushi Kanamoto/Johnny Black to do this particular job. Shouichi, had tried to persuade him not to pariticipate and that he had done enough, finding out and signalling everyone who was to die.

It wasn't because Shoichi wanted to his brother to get involved, he did…However, his brother still possessed an innocence in reality, until Shoichi had been locked into SAO. Shoichi snorted, him regaling his brother with stories of what he did in SAO; not the brightest move…But from where he sat and wheezed the bond between the two had become even stronger.

Kyouji lost the last tether to his sanity when the girl of his dreams turned him down. "It seems this reality has claimed you. Never mind Asada, I'll save you. That's what heroes do! I'll save you, because I love you Asada, my Asada." With that he pinned her to him.

"Shinkawa-kun, stop it!" With a shove Kyouji, fell backwards staring at her with confusion in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't betray me, Asada." He got up and he began to shamble forwards, desire and intent, his hand drifted into his pocket and he pulled out a syringe.

Asada/Sinon, looked at the syringe and her friend and her eyes widened. XeXeed, Garret and Pale Rider had been killed whilst playing the game! Kyouji was going to kill her! Asada was paralysed by her fear, soon Kyouji was pinning her to the wall "Don't move, okay, Asada? If what's inside the syringe enters your body, your muscles will be paralyzed. Before you know it, your lungs and heart stop as well."

"They must have injected some kind of drug!" Kirito had mentioned that! Oh god she needed to call for help. Her eyes widened even more when she remembered even earlier about the fact that her friend's family owned and ran a hospital. Her best friend had means, motive and the opportunity.

In a trance, and in an effort to stall for time Asada decided to try and stall for time. She began blurting out everything that she had managed to connect together. The sinking feeling in her gut intensified as with every connection caused Kyouji's face to morph into a deeper and darker more twisted visage.

Kyouji grunted, Asada's knee connected with his testes. Asada shoved him to oneside and fled for her door. She stumbled, tripped but she managed to unlatch it. "Mine! Mine! No-one else's! MINE! MY ASADA!"

(Kazuto)

Kazuto rushed over from the hospital, moving faster than he had thought possible…Oh wait, not quite true. Harry and Kazuto, or rather Harry had found his, Kazuto's physical therapist and both therapists had assisted the two in increasing their running speed and physical fitness.

Kazuto didn't see the immediate benefits of the training, but now as he flat out sprinted towards Asada's apartment, he did now. "Keep this going, I must keep this going." He slid to a stop, colliding with the brick wall of the building just outside of the front door. To his good fortune, a young woman let him in, with a hurried word of "Agriatou", Kazuto scrambled up the stairs like a mad thing out of one of Harry's extremely dodgy manga and anime.

Kazuto shook his head and shuddered, Parasyte: The Maxin was disturbing. If reading, writing and watching the weird, wild, creepy and whacky were what it took to make good VRMMORPG then that's what he would do. He shook his head, but my god he wouldn't be making Parasyte any time soon.

There! The apartment number was straight ahead, Kazuto sprinted forwards, he slowed down to brisk walk. Then he heard a distinctively female scream and that caused him to burst into a sprint and rushed to the door. He had expected it to be locked but the fact it gave way caused enough deacceleration to prevent anything to bad happening to him. However, that did not prevent him from ploughing into Asada's attacker at nearly full speed.

Kyouji, grunted as someone ploughed into him "Kuro no Kenshi!" He snarled. His brother had informed him of the brat who had imprisoned his beloved brother from doing absolutely nothing wrong aside from enjoying the game.

Asada looked at the new intruder and it clicked. It was Kirito! Suddenly in that moment, Kirito had seemingly overpowered Kyouji and then Kirito stopped, the syringe had impacted into Kirito's chest. Asada had crossed the room, grabbed her mothers stereo and brought it effortlessly across her former friends skull and he dropped unconscious.