Note: The girl that appears in this chapter is from the 'Pretty Baby' movie (1978, starring Brooke Shields).

It was a lovely winter morning. The weather had finally started getting cold. That had some obvious disadvantages (Leafa could no longer ignore the school dress code and go around in shirts, shorts and flip flops, thus offering me an everyday spectacle of her exposed flesh, since it was now too cold for her to do that anymore) but also some obvious advantages (me and my girlfriends cuddling under layers of sheets and covers, trying to keep each other warm, tee hee hee).

Speaking of which, that morning, Asuna and I had a really hard time getting off the bed. It was so warm and cosy under the covers and so cold outside that we just couldn't decide to get up. Thank God it was a Sunday morning, so we didn't have any courses to attend that day. But still, we needed to get up sometime before the next millenium!

'How are we supposed to get out of this?' Asuna sighed as I hugged her, kissed her forehead and foot cuddled with her under the covers.

'Okay, let's do it together,' I proposed. 'On the count of three. One...'

'...two...' Asuna continued in my place.

'...three!' we cried in unison.

Neither of us got out of the bed!

Asuna facepalmed. 'It seems we're stuck here for good,' she whined.

I chuckled and playfully caressed her body under the cover. 'Maybe, if we made love, it would help,' I suggested.

Asuna stared at the ceiling for a while, pensive. 'It's worth a shot,' she said with a solemn expression.

The next moment, we charged at each other. Giggling, we pushed each other's heads under the cover, now totally lost from view. (I mean, if someone watched that scene.) The moving blanket, along with our giggles and moans, indicated what we were doing underneath!

Seven's POV...

That hypnosis method that book talked about seemed fascinating. You learn something new everyday.

Yes, believe it or not, even me, the great Seven, do not know everything!

I could say with confidence that Kirito would be interested in having that experience. I decided to call him.

It was afternoon. All my and Asuna's attempts to get up had come to naught so far. (We had been trying since morning!)

'Aaargh, this is getting annoying,' Asuna whined, too bored to get up but also too bored to keep lying in the bed.

'Perhaps if we tried making love one more time,' I proposed.

'Again?' Asuna sighed, looking at the ceiling. 'Forget it. We have already done it three times. It obviously doesn't help, plus my genitalia is sore like hell.'

'I could say the same,' I chuckled, rubbing my achy crotch under the cover. 'I think that, if we go at it again, my cock will produce water instead of semen.'

Suddenly, my cellphone rang. I extended my arm over Asuna and grabbed my mobile phone from the drawer chest. Asuna rolled her body, rested her head on her palms and started curiously watching me as I was talking on the phone.

'Hello? Is that you, Seven?' I said.

I turned to Asuna and whispered, 'It's Seven.'

'I heard that, genius,' the redhead sighed sarcastically.

'Hey, no way,' I cried, causing the girl next to me to widen her eyes in curiosity. Asuna wordlessly asked me with a gesture what was going on as I kept talking to Seven. 'Okay, Asuna and I will be there in a few minutes,' I said before hanging up.

'What's the matter?' Asuna asked.

'You won't believe what Seven has discovered,' I cried as I jumped off the bed, causing the covers to fall off and Asuna's gorgeous, nude body to be exposed.

My girlfriend hugged her knees, trembling with the sudden rush of cold. 'I guess this is as good a way of finally getting up as any,' she mumbled.

'So...'

Seven made a pause. She was pacing the room, trying to introduce to us her discovery in a manner as theatrical as possible.

Asuna was sitting on the bed. I was sitting on a chair.

Finally, Seven ceased pacing and turned to us with an abrupt movement. 'Tell me, fellows, how many times have you wondered what you were in a past life of yours?'

'Never,' Asuna sighed boredly.

'Then I guess you're not interested in THIS!' Seven produced what, according to what she had told me on the phone, was a hypnotizing pendulum.

She approached me and swang it playfully right in front of my face for a moment. 'So, how about it, Kirito chan?' she tried to provoke me. 'Aren't you curious to know what kind of adventures you might have had in your former lives? They might even have been sex adventures!'

'Umm,' I awkwardly stroked my nape. 'The thing is my genitalia is sore right now. You see, Asuna and I had a lot of sex today...'

'HEY,' Asuna glared at me, annoyed that I had mentioned that last part without her permission. 'Do you have to go into that much detail? There is a thing called privacy, you know.'

Seven chuckled. 'Don't worry, Kirito,' she comforted me. 'Only your mind will relive your memories from your past life, not your current physical body. In other words, during that experience, your genitalia might as well be charged to 100%.'

'In that case, I'm in,' I snapped excitedly, jumping to my feet.

'Wait a minute,' Asuna's thundering voice resonated.

Uh oh. My official girlfriend stood up. I turned to look at her. Her eyes were those of a murderer ready to attack! 'Don't you think you should've asked me how I feel about it first, Kirito sama?'

The 'sama' part was obviously sarcasm. I gulped.

Asuna placed her finger on her chin. She calmed down all of a sudden! (Female mood swings are a force to be reckoned with!) 'On second thought,' she added, pensive, 'I'd like to know what kind of a twisted pervert you were in your past life. I mean, I know you're a perverted asshole in your current life, so why not find out about your former lives as well?'

'Then it's settled,' Seven clapped excitedly and motioned me to sit down.

Asuna sat back on the bed and Seven started swinging the pendulum in front of my eyes, now in a more organized manner.

I found myself in an old fashioned street. It was evening. Judging from the buildings around, I'd say I was somewhere in the early 20th century. But where exaclty was I?

Should I ask a passer by? No, that was not a good idea. What was I supposed to ask? 'Excuse me, sir, what year is this and in which continent exactly am I?' They would think I was drunk.

In the end, I browsed through some newspapers in a local shop and found out I was in New Orleans, in 1917.

Okay, so far so good. But what I supposed to do now? I had no idea what that past self of mine was up to at this point... WAIT A MINUTE! If that was a past life of mine indeed, why did I still have the memories of my current self? And why did I know absolutely nothing about my past self?

I looked at my reflection in a window. My face was the same as in modern Japan, but my clothes were more fitting to New Orleans 1917: dark colored trousers, a suit the same color and, underneath, a white shirt and a red tie. It seemed I was a true gentleman. Perhaps I belonged to some not so low class.

I fumbled in my pockets and found a cheque notebook as well as a bank account document. I read it. Man, I was pretty wealthy!

'Umm, excuse me sir,' a beggar drew my attention. 'Do you have any dime to spare? Or perhaps some dollar?'

'Wha... umm, sure,' I said and fumbled in my pocket for a money bill. I found one but, at that moment, something unbelievable happened. My hand got paralyzed!

'So, will you give me a dime or not?' the beggar eyed me as I was trying to move the hand in my pocket. I was now terrified!

In the end, he sighed and left, mumbling, 'This ain't funny.'

At that moment, I managed to move my hand again. And I thought I had started realizing how that hypnosis experience worked. While I did have my current memory, I could not do things that my past self didn't do at that point. I could, to a certain extent, relive my memories in a different manner from how they originally unfolded, but, essentially, I couldn't change history. That's why my hand couldn't move when I tried to help that homeless person. Because, as it seemed, in my past life, as most rich people, I was not that sensitive to the suffering of the poor. As for the reflection I had seen in the mirror earlier, I guess it was just a visual filter; I could not see what my past self really looked like.

I sighed. Well, if that was the case, no need to worry about anything. All I had to do was start walking at random and, in the end, I would reach where my past self was going to at this point in the original past.

And, indeed, after some walking, I reached a red light district. So my past self wanted to get laid with a prostitute? I loved where that was going!

I entered a brothel (which I chose seemingly at random, but I guess I had actually been caused to choose that specific brothel, because that was where my past self went as well).

Inside, the place seemed luxurious and classy. The waiting hall was illuminated by chandeliers. There was a piano, with a black musician playing some fine music. (Not that I know a lot about music, but that was my opinion.)

However, there was a commotion. 'What's going on?' I asked another gentleman.

'Hah. Don't you know?' he cried. 'Today is the day that Violet's virginity will be auctioned. I bet half New Orleans' male population has been waiting for this!'

'Violet?' I further enquired.

'Dude, have you been living under a rock?' the man snapped. 'Violet is the 12 year old daughter of Hattie, one of the prostitutes working here. She's the ultimate loli, dude, the greatest of all times. Any man would kill to get laid with her. Just wait till you see her, if you think I'm exaggerating.'

'HERE SHE COMES,' another gentleman cried, pointing at the stairs. Four men were descending, carrying a mattress on which Little Violet was lying on, an innocent expression on her face.

My jaw dropped. Man, that guy was not exaggerating. Violet was a goddess! She had long, red, slightly wavy hair and blue eyes. She was wearing an one piece, sleeveless, dark blue dress and dark colored stockings. She was lying in a lateral position, swinging one leg provocatively.

'800 dollars,' a man raised his arm.

I had to be the one to get laid with that angel. At all costs! '1000 dollars,' I raised my arm.

The auction battle was heated, an army of men (including me) trying to be the big winners. Finally, I managed to win a night with her. For 50.000 dollars!

I signed a cheque and gave it to the brothel madam, the other men mumbling expletives. After checking it out to make sure it was not counterfeit, the madam winked at me. 'Have a nice night with our little Violet upstairs,' she wished me.

I slowly walked over to the girl, still unable to believe I was so lucky. I smiled at her. She tried to act cool. 'What's up?' she exhaled.

I chuckled, lifted her little body in my arms and carried her to a room upstairs, bridal style.