Oh, Kirito, Kirito, dear Kirito. My Kirito muffin! I don't even know how to begin this letter. There is so much I could tell you.
When I was a little girl, affected by my bedtime stories, I dreamt of marrying a perfect prince. Or at least a more modern version thereof. You know, a mature businessman, with perfect manners, always dressed stylishly, at least 10 years older than me.
And what did I get instead? An immature boy the same age as me, whose main interests are video games, whose hair is always freaky, even when he tries to comb it, who gets on my nerves with those goofy laughs of his, who... who... seriously, how did I end up with you? Can you explain it to me?
Sigh...
Okay, I admit that you're not that bad when you share your food with me. And... and when you let me beat you in various board games to make me feel better (you think I never realized this, huh?) And when you caress my neck. Oh, and when you smile at me and hug me and hold me tightly in your arms, even when I suffer a nervous breakdown and take it out on you, and you somehow magically make everything seem better without even needing to talk!
I admit that if, a few years ago, someone told me that there would come a day I would love a man so much as to be cool with him having sex with a bazillion women and I would even be good friends with some of those women and I would even experiment with lesbian encounters, I would punch that someone in the face. And it was not just my strict, religious upbringing. I was a pretty romantic girl by nature.
As a matter of fact, I still am. Except that now I know what true love is. True love is unconditional. True love is to understand someone so deeply as to respect all their needs, including those of a sexual nature. To be happy when that person is happy, even if what makes them happy is a harem of girls.
And our love is mutual. You, my Kirito muffin, respect my needs as much as I respect yours. You allow me to experiment, experience and broaden my horizons as much as I allow you to do so. You are happy when I climax at the hands of another person as much as I am happy when you do so.
You make me feel so free, so emancipated. Thanks to you, I no longer repress my healthy desires, I no longer view sex, the most natural thing in the world regardless of how you do it and whom you do it with, as something demonic. Thanks to you, I'm no longer affected by what my parents taught me (though I let them believe otherwise, for obvious reasons). And, most importantly, thanks to you, Kirito, I now know that all the above can be pretty romantic too!
It wasn't easy to get there, though. All this took me plenty of getting used to. Lol, remember how I reacted when I first found out you're cheating on me? Oh, God, I wanted to murder you that day. Or at least cut off your dick!
I will love you forever, Kirito kun. Our bodies, our hormones may be fickle, but our hearts, our souls, will always belong to each other.
Truly yours, Asuna.
Author note: Lol, this is the shortest chapter so far. My decision to write it was totally spontaneous and I did it in a matter of half an hour or so.
Author note 2: I recently realized that, in about one month, it will have been one year since I started this fic. Wow! Do you want anything special for this story's first anniversary? I'm open to suggestions.
Author note 3: This story isn't an AU fanfiction of SAO (and other series); SAO (and other series) are AU fanfictions of this story!