"Sounds like a good deal to me, especially since I'll win. Then when I do, I'll kill you, the same way I killed all my other victims. Any rules before we start?"

"No weapons but pipes are okay. Also if you win, you can't go after my friends or family; deal?"

"Deal." And with that the fight began.

Chapter 2

Kazuto's POV

Kazuto relaxed a little as the gun was removed from his back. He took a few steps forward and turned to face his opponent, watching as Johnny took off his coat and placed the gun next to it. He followed by taking off his coat and placing his bag on the ground as well; when he turned around he was met with a fist in the face. The force of the punch sent him flying into the brick wall behind him. Grinning as he wiped some blood off of his mouth, he pushed off the wall and flew towards his opponent kicking him in the chest; successfully throwing him off balance. Taking the offense, he swiped at Johnny's feet and tossed him into the wall. Johnny lifted himself up and kicked Kazuto in the kidney. Arcing forward, Johnny kicked him in the face. Kazuto grunted from the force and landed on his back onto the concrete. His face now gushing, he tried to get up but was forced back down when a pipe hit his chest; breaking a few ribs in the process.

Blood spewed from his mouth as another impact hit his chest. Johnny pulled back for another swing but dropped the pipe when it hit the back of his head. The piped clanged against the concrete, dragging Kazuto's attention to it. He kicked Johnny and picked up the pipe. He swung hard on Johnny's shoulder, breaking it in the process. Then he swung it down on his knee, cringing as he heard it crack. Johnny's agonizing scream didn't make it any better; he threw the pipe onto the concrete and looked at his now bloody hands. Johnny took advantage of the distraction and went for the pipe. Struggling to stand, he got to his feet and swung the pipe; grinning as it made contact with his opponents head.

Kazuto, on the other hand, did not grin when the pipe sliced his skull open; instead he crashed onto his knees and threw his hands to his head. Blood started pouring out of the wound and his head began to spin. He grunted when the pipe hit his back and he fell onto the concrete. He flipped over and kicked the pipe out of Johnny's hand. He struck Johnny's injured knee and rolled out of the way, grabbing the pipe as he pushed himself up. He took the pipe and smacked it across his opponent arm; swinging again he smashed Johnny's hand with it, breaking the hand and wrist. He threw the pipe onto Johnny's chest and grabbed his head; gathering as much energy he could, he slammed Johnny's head onto the concrete. He kicked him one last time in the ribs as he waited for a reaction but received none as he did. Anxiety coursed through him as he went to check his pulse, and nothing but relief filled him as he felt a faint heartbeat. He grabbed his bag, pulled out his phone and called the police; not forgetting to leave a note for them.

...

He struggled to walk, falling and stumbling, but he had to make sure that his love was okay. He would never forgive himself if he wasn't there to protect her. 'What a wonderful start to my day.' He thought sarcastically. He got looks as he walked to Asuna's, some even asked if he was ok, but he would ignore them and continue walking.

After what seemed like hours he arrived at his destination. Clinging to the last thread of conciseness, he rang the doorbell.

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Asuna's POV

She walked down the stairs and over to the front door. She peaked through the window and smiled until she got a better look and quickly threw open the door. She gasped when she saw her love covered in blood and bruises. Her eyes immediately started watering as he collapsed at her feet, right before he slipped into unconsciousness she heard him mumble "I'm so happy you're okay…" She pulled him closer to her and started balling; grabbing her phone, she called an ambulance.

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She never stopped crying, her father would try to comfort her but she only wanted to be comforted by her love. Everyone was there Sugu, Klein, Agil, Midori, her father and, surprisingly enough, her mother. The others went on a camping trip and were on their way. Kazuto's last words were still ringing in her ears, 'Why wouldn't I be okay?', she kept on asking herself. Everything felt like a dream. She wished that she was in a dream, that she would wake up next to Kirito and everything would be fine.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the surgeon walked into the waiting room; he had blood all over his coat and mask. She knew that all that blood was Kirito's, just thinking about it made her shake with fear that her love was never coming back. She gathered up her remaining self-control and tried to be strong, she stopped crying so she could listen to what the doctor had to say.

"Mrs. Kirigaya?" He spoke in a calm demeanor, like he's done this a thousand times before.

"Yes?" Her voice was shaking with fear of what is to come.

"Your son's surgery went well but he has sustained a lot of injuries and we had to put him under so we could operate on him. But we didn't notice his concussion until we had already opened his skull and…"

"And? Is my son going to be okay?

"He should be but he has entered a comatose state and we're not really sure just when he'll wake up… well if he wakes up."

That was all Asuna could take until the tears came back ten times as strong. She was pretty sure that her sobs could be heard from the other side of the hospital and she didn't care. All she cared about right now was seeing her beloved.

"Can we see him?" Sugu asked for all of us.

"Yes, I'll show you to his room." He spoke strongly but it was lined with pity, he probably thought that Kirito wasn't going to make it. But she knew he would and that's all that mattered to her; but she still couldn't shake the horrible thoughts.

The man led them to the critical care hall, and stopped in front of door 415. He gave everyone a reassuring smile and walked into the room. None of them were prepared for the actual condition Kazuto was in. He was bruised and broken all over; he had gauze wrapped around his head and chest; red stains apparent on them. His hands were bruised and scabbed, along with his face. He looked like he went through hell and back; to say the least.

The tears flooded out of her eyes, she never cried so much before. She slowly fell to her knees and watched him as if her life depended on it. Every time she looked at him her heart hurt; she closed her eyes as she sobbed, hoping that Kirito would be okay.

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Authors Note:

Shame on me for taking FOREVER to update! I'm sorry for the wait and I'll try to update sooner but I'm really bad at updating on time. Try to forgive and hope I'll update soon.

-Phanny6

P.S. Reviews make me write faster! I'll except any criticism or ideas that anyone has so yeah…