I should really get more sleep. x_x

And I'm sorry about not updating. I have play practice now. Kirito doesn't really do anything, so I don't think you'll have to worry about too long of a break from him.

And Kirito, in case you haven't noticed (seeing as how one never knows), what I'm doing now is called 'the Silent Treatment.'

.:Scarlett's POV:.

When I woke up, it was close to 5 pm. Confused, I slowly got out of bed, loath to leave the warmth of my blankets.

I found Kirito in the kitchen, pouring over the map we'd found last night.

I sighed. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid last night. He's already obsessing over this.

"Hey, did we both skip school today or was it just me?" I asked, approaching the table Kirito was working at.

"Lord Death gave us the day off," Kirito replied, not taking his eyes off the map.

"...How long have you been staring at this thing?" I questioned. The map seemed almost exactly the same as it had last night, but I hadn't really gotten a good look at it either.

"Maybe an hour?" Kirito said, glancing up at a clock on the wall. "No, two."

This is slightly worse than I expected. "You do know that this map won't be going anywhere, right? You can take breaks," I told him, shaking my head. Getting no response, I shrugged. "Whatever. So what have you found out so far?"

Kirito sighed, glancing at me. "Not much, actually," he said. "I've just been trying to figure out what this is a map of. For all I know, it's of a different country." Kirito rubbed his eyes, clearly tired.

"Shoo. Go do something else for a while. Take a nap. Eat something. I don't really care. Just get away from this stupid thing," I murmured, pushing him out of the kitchen.

I guess it's my turn now...

"Can I come back in now?" Kirito asked me about two hours later. I waved my hand, and a moment later, Kirito was right next to me, looking at the map. "Have you figured anything out?"

I glanced at him. He stared back. I looked away first. "...Not really. Just that this map isn't very old. Like, the-ink-is-still-slightly-wet kind of not very old." You rolling the paper up didn't help at all. I don't understand how this thing didn't smear or how next to none of the pins fell out. I continued, "And that this language is not English. It might be Italian, but it's not English."

"Why Italian?"

"I always thought it sounded cool." I shrugged.

"Scar-" Kirito started to say something when the window in behind us shattered. Whirling around, we came face to face with a person in a ninja Halloween costume. I stared at the person for a moment, finding this really weird - I mean, who would want to come through our window? - before I actually noticed what they were wearing and started cracking up. Both Kirito and the person just looked at me, neither one doing anything but staring as I curled up on the floor, trying to catch my breath.

"Okay. I'm done. We can... I dunno, attack each other or something n-" I was cut off when the intruder threw something on the ground in front of us. That something turned out to be a smoke bomb.

Coughing, I ran over to the broken window to get fresher air. The window-breaker was gone, of course, but why had they come in the first place? Having some idea, I spun around to look at the table, only to find there was no longer a map on it. Instead, there was a note that read, "Thanks for the map, suckers! ~Asuna"

"...I don't suppose you took a picture of the map?" I asked somewhat hopefully. Kirito shook his head. Of course not.

Dramatically throwing my hands in the air, I turned on my heel and started toward the door, Kirito right behind me.

"Scarlett, I think we're lost," Kirito said hesitantly.

"I think we're... Yeah, I don't know. Maybe we're in a different dimension?" I shrugged. In my best imitation of the narrator from The Twilight Zone, I said, "'It is an area which we call... The Twilight Zone.'" And, of course, his phone, the one with wifi, has to be dead. I knew I should've gone with the other company. But I don't understand how you lose a charger that never goes anywhere other than the outlet in your wall. Seriously, Kirito? You've never taken the damn thing out of that outlet before, so why now?

"Probably not. We should figure out how to get back to somewhere we recognize," he murmured.

I rolled my eyes. "Feel free to lead the way." Motioning forward, I added, "After you."

"Wait, what? I don't want to lead us back." Kirito backed away.

"You should take responsibility for getting us lost too. I didn't see you speaking up at all back there," I complained.

"I don't see you helping out! Why should I be the only one that takes responsibility for this?!" he shouted, causing the one person on this street to look back at us.

My logic was simple enough - "Because you're Kirito."

He stared at me. "You know that doesn't count as a legit reason, right?"

"And why can't it?"

He facepalmed. "It's like discrimination?"

"Was that a question?"

"No. No it wasn't."

"Well, in that case... Someone's in denial~" I half whispered, half sang. Moving backwards because I anticipated his movements, I dodged the blow and began skipping around him in a circle, stopping at random times so he couldn't hit me on the head.

"Alright! Fine! I'll try to lead us back! Just... stop it, will you?" he said tiredly.

"Okay~!" I agreed instantly to make sure he wouldn't go back on his word.

Kirito glanced up and down the street. Shaking his head, he started off in the direction we came from.

And to that one reviewer who kept asking where Asuna was, there you go. It... may not be (probably isn't... really isn't) what you expected, but that's my job isn't it? To make things... not what you expect?

~Kirito and Scarlett