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Chapter 11

Asuna gasped, jerking her hand back as if she had been shocked. She had been quietly sitting there, whispering promises into her lover's ear when his hand had squeezed hers weakly. And she did something terrible. She panicked. She panicked at the thought that her Kirito was waking up. That maybe that meant he was dying. None of the others had woken up yet, wouldn't that mean that if you woke up now something terrible had happened? But that was silly. Waking up could only mean something good had happened.

But in her initial panic she had accidentally knocked over the chair that she had been sitting in, and that had drawn the attention of the now quiet parents. But she ignored their surprised exclamations and focused her attention on Kirito.

His pale hand grasped weakly at the bed sheets, and his face was twisted up in pain. His breathes were harsh like each one was a gasp. She rushed forward and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to her face.

"Kirito, it's alright. You'll be okay. I'm here." She whispered soothingly as she reached down to brush her hands across his cheeks.

"You be strong for me alright? I'll find a way to help you if it's the last thing I do."

She barely noticed the single tear tracing its way down her face, as she focused on Kirito. Then she noticed something unexpected, his lips were pursed as if he was trying to speak, leaning forward so her hair just brushed his cheeks she heard it.

"Someone… anyone..." it was muted, quiet. But it was there. This was the last straw. "Kirito?! Can you hear me? Please, if you can hear me, just please tell me if you are alright." For a second it was silent, save for the surprised questions from the parents behind her, and the panicked beeping of a heart monitor next to the bed. She could barely hear them "Asuna, what's going on?" and "Asuna! Stop acting inappropriately right this minute young lady!" But it was ignored.

"Kirito, it's me Asuna! I'm here!"

"…..Asuna...are... You…al…t?"

"Kirito?!" she whispered fervently. But there was no reply. He was silent.

ALO

He couldn't see anything. What was wrong?

As he gradually became aware of his body he realized that something was off. He could barely move, every single limb was stiff. When he tried to move them, they were unhindered, and there was no jingle of the usual chain that held them to the floor or wall. Why wasn't he chained up? They wouldn't be so stupid as to let him roam free would they?

Moving an arm he grimaced. Ugh. He could feel every single wound that he had been subjected to over the past couple weeks. There were the ones that had healed, or hadn't permanently stayed due to the fact that there is a time limit on most of the "Life threatening" injuries, like when he lost his arm. Thankfully, whenever they removed a body part, they were nice enough to give him a healing potion. Even though the BleedingStatus effect wore off, he'd still be stuck with Missing Limb. That required seeing a healer or a high tier health crystal. And then there were the small scratches and burns that weren't inherently deadly, but made moving a living hell.

He paused; was there even a program for that? He shook his head. Then he grimaced again. It seemed like there was nothing Kayaba Akihito couldn't do, but shaking his head was a bad idea. There was a migraine the size of a boss mob in there.

He pushed himself up until he sat back against the wall. Sighing he rested his aching head upon it, welcoming the chill that permeated the moist brick.

First things first. Status check. His head hurt, but otherwise that was fine. His arms were covered in nicks and scratches, his legs were the same. But they could move, he could walk. He had nothing but the rags he was wearing. What kind of clothes were these anyway? His vest was somehow still moderately unbloodied, but the bandages across his torso were not so immaculate, from an off-white color to a rusty stained brown. But… that wasn't really something that he wanted to focus on.

Okay, there was still an ache in his back, right where those stupid wings were. He didn't know how he got them. He just woke up a week or two ago, and suddenly they were there. They were kind of heavy, not what you expected when you looked at them. Not that he could get a very good look, with them being on his back and all.

Then there were the various tattoos that were scattered down his arms. He thought that they looked rather cool. On a game character. One who wasn't him. He didn't like how they were put on him without his permission. If he ever got out of this, people would think he is a delinquent. Or someone with weird tendencies.

That wasn't the immediate problem though. He needed to escape, or he needed to get word to someone so that they could help him. The security was tight and the only time he had seen anyone else had been the various scientists who would come and go (there were only two humans) and the many slug like creatures that infested this dreary place.

He had nothing but the clothes on his back… and he stiffened. He could hear footsteps echoing from earlier down the hallway. As they got closer he noticed that he could feel the movements in the air as the door swished open.

A young woman walked in. It was an actual person, rather than a slug-creature. He could only look at her from his seat near the wall. He didn't bother to move, whatever she wanted he would have to deal with.

She walked slowly forward, skirt ending high at her thighs with a slight slit. She was dressed in rather… skimpy attire. At least by real world standards, but it was about average in accordance with video game attire. But he tried not to focus on that, but it was rather embarrassing on his part.

She didn't speak. Silent and she slinked forward until he was flush against the wall and she was right in his face. Her eyes glowed in the dim lighting and her face showed no emotion. But then a sly smile creeped its way across.

"So…. You are the key to his 'happiness', huh?" She leaned forward and grabbed his chin in her forefingers before forcing his head from side to side.

"Not bad… but not really my type." She stared at him, contemplating before she glanced around the cell before turning back to him and tilting her head to the side.

"Not to mention I've never had a thing for little boys." And she giggled. What?

"What the heck?"

"Do you want out of here?"

And he couldn't help but stare at her in utter confusion. She was the first person in this god-forsaken place that had looked him in the eye when she spoke to him. That gained her a bit of respect on her part. At the same time he felt a bit threatened. She had the gall to look amused when she caught the look on his face.

"Well?"

"Of course I do! Do you want to spend your time being tortured in this filthy excuse for a cell?!"

He couldn't help the outburst that pushed past his lips. He couldn't help the slight blush either, as it wasn't like him to be so boisterous. But then he realized what she was offering him, and the blush melted right off his face. He looked her straight in the eyes, and unbeknownst to him they flickered dark gold, seeming to catch onto his serious mood.

"Can you really get me out of here?"

She stared right back into his eyes, and without even blinking; amused tone still in place, said "Of course. I can at least give you a chance. Do you think I would even be here if I couldn't?

Okay, this is really short. I just needed to write something to bring myself out of this stupid Writers Block. I needed to force a chapter out, and I definitely feel better about it. I didn't want to go so long without a chapter, and I feel kind of dead while writing this one, but I hope it's not too bad. At least I am getting back into it and I am finally getting used to work.

That should be the last of Asuna we see for the next couple chapters, if everything goes alright, and I don't need to stuff in some filler.

But in other news, I know it seems really obvious, but if you ever use an industrial oven? Yeah, go the extra mile and use that oven mitt rather than those stupid towels. My arms are burned all over, it looks like I got scratched by a rabid fire cat. AND I BURNT MY FACE. So now I look like a tiger with only one stripe. *Sigh*

So, here you guys go and sorry for this pitiable excuse of a chapter.

Have a nice day!