A/N: ok so here it is! Ta Da~ chapter two! I hope I don't disappoint and that you all enjoy it!

Chapter 2: Disappointed

Asuna was disappointed in herself.

There really was no other way to put it.

Disappointed…

She tilted her head to the side as if she were confused about something as she contemplated the, in her opinion, strange emotion.

'The emotion disappointment…' the words dragged slowly across her sluggish mind, 'What a funny thing.' She continued almost letting out a giggle to accompany the supposed humor it held. To her it was just a feeling always meant with good intentions but often yielded more negative results than anything positive.

It makes people feel all the more like a boat load of crap.

Leaning back in the sofa chair she stared up at the ceiling to watch the fan go round and round as her thoughts continued to do what they please.

'People don't handle feeling like crap very well' she mused, 'they just get desperate and do more things to make themselves feel better…even if it's only a temporary fix.'

Yeah a very temporary fix…like the bottle sitting in her hand.

'Even if the thing that makes them feel better is wrong.' Her thoughts continued as she narrowed her eyes at it but made no move to discard it or the liquid that lay inside.

'Even if that fix is a part of the problem…'

Her fix was the problem.

'What a vicious cycle.' Asuna finished to herself as she took yet another mouthful of alcohol down her throat.

One week ago Asuna finally found someone to give a crap about her, and keeping to his promise he did not leave her, instead he brought her to stay at his home so he could properly take care of her.

He might have just stuck with the visiting everyday schedule he already had going…but well.. she wouldn't let him leave.

Yet her home was such a gloomy mess that on further contemplation his house became without doubt; the winner.

"A new environment will do you some good I think." he had said all those few days ago and Asuna couldn't have been happier with the idea. She was tired of the place anyway.

And so despite the awkwardness here she sat happily on his couch secretly drinking while he was out buying groceries…

Hence disappointed in herself.

She had told herself she was only going to take a sip because well…even a blind man would be able to tell if she was drunk from a mile away.

Two words: Bad Idea.

"Alcoholism is like a bottomless bottle; it never ends with just one sip."

Hmm…where had she heard that from? She wracked her brains for the answer before settling for the first guess to come to mind.

She concluded that she probably saw it from one of those A.A. meeting pamphlets Kirito gave her earlier in the week.

'Sounds about right.' she confirmed to herself as she took the last sip of the alcohol left before frowning at the empty bottle in her hands. Getting her alcohol was harder now, what with Kirito looking after her, but she had her ways.

'Addiction does funny things to your motivation' she mused again as she hide the bottle behind a pillow…not her best hiding place but of course she wasn't at her finest overall so it would have to do.

'Really I wouldn't stop trying to feed my addiction if the world was ending' the truth of the matter was a simple as stating the word "addicted", such a serious word and yet everyone takes it so lightly. It's not something you can just stop.

"Why won't you just stop?!"

Addiction

"What's wrong with you?!"

Addiction

"If you don't stop I'm leaving!"

Please don't, I can't stop, you'll just make it worse

"I hate you!"

Asuna frowned getting up only to stumble across the room, she paused as she caught sight of herself in one of the windows reflection. She just stood there, staring at herself in disgust as the time just seemed to tick away.

I hate myself

That feeling of self-loathing only got worse as she thought about all that Kirito has been doing for her, the guilt was killing her on the inside…

Here was a nice person giving his all to help her and she was sneaking behind his back getting wasted. Well maybe sneaking was an inaccurate word to pick in such a situation; seeing as he always finds out if she has drunk any alcohol or not. It's not really all too hard to find out though…seeing as drinking for Asuna means to get blatantly drunk.

But having a person care about you doesn't make an illness go away with a snap of the finger; it just adds a little motivation. But motivation could only get you so far.

"Asuna I'm back!" Kirito's voice rang throughout the room as he walked down the small entry hall.

Cue panic.

It was so obvious she had drunk and she knew it, so as a last minute measure to save her butt she dived onto the couch and pulled the blanket hanging off the back over herself. Pretending to be asleep was the best plan she could come up with as she turned her head towards the back of the couch so her face was hidden from view.

She heard him step in to the room and pause for a moment before making his way over to her, "Asuna?" he called softly as he crouched down beside her. When he got no response sighed before pulling the blanket that currently only rested just around her waist line (since that's as far as she could get it before he came in) up to her shoulder .

Her plan would have worked so perfectly if not for the fact that when she jumped onto the couch she knocked over the pillow and the bottle it was hiding to the ground. And hey maybe Kirito wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't tripped on it when he was moving to walk away.

There was a tense silence after his crash to the floor as he sat up before reaching over and picking up the object that tripped him. He stared long and hard at the bottle now resting in his hands before slowing turning his eyes to the girl 'sleeping' on his couch.

"Asuna."

Asuna squeaked at the sound of his voice because there it was; a big fat heavy dose of disappointment.

"You're not asleep are you?" It wasn't really much of a question; in fact it was pretty much rhetorical.

She answered none the less though.

"No…" she mumbled out quietly as she silently waited for him to get angry. It's what everyone else always did.

However much to her surprise nothing else was said as he got up and left the room to start making dinner.

"Papa don't forget!" The little eight year old boy called as he practically bounced around the middle aged man in excitement.

The man laughed as he leant down to ruffle his hair, "I know I know, we're going to see that movie when I get back from work!" he said as he smiled.

The boy nodded with excitement as his dad laughed again, opening the door he turned back to his son with a mock look of seriousness, "Don't give your mom any trouble, Kazuto." He called.

The boy merely pouted for a moment before answering, "I won't!" he declared with a dramatic stomp of the foot.

The man laughed as he closed the door behind him.

…Kirito never got to go to that movie.

"Kirito?" Asuna called hesitantly, if only a little slurred.

The young man jolted back to reality, as he put the knife he was peeling a potato with down, not turning to face the girl he silently waited for her to continue.

"Are you mad at me?" she spoke her voice trembling like she was about to start crying.

There was silence as he seemed to contemplate the answer to that question as he turned to look Asuna in the eyes.

She looked so sad and scared.

He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day, "No, not really… It wouldn't really be fair of me to be." He answered quietly as she stared at him shocked before she really did start to cry.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried.

His eyes widened before he shook his head at her, "Don't apologize; this isn't something you fix overnight. It takes time and you're going to make mistakes." He said softly as he pulled her into his arms for comfort, "But Asuna I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, Ok?"

She nodded as she buried her face in his chest.

They stayed like that for a long moment before he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind her.

"Why don't you go lie down, I'll wake you up when dinner's ready." he started breaking the silence.

Asuna just nodded before pulling away from his embrace, they both stared at each other for another long moment before she smiled, "Thank you Kirito." Was all she said as she turned and made her way to her new bedroom slowly.

Kirito allowed himself one small smile before turning back to preparing dinner.

"We're very sorry for your loss."

"He was a good man."

"Will you be ok?"

"I truly am sorry, if you ever need anything; give me a call."

Why were all these strangers apologizing to him and his mom, why was she crying, why was dad sleeping in a weird box in the front of the room?

Little Kazuto didn't understand.

His mother leaned down and scooped him up from him place in a chair and held him close like a life line as she cried harder, while someone continued to make some speech he didn't understand about his dad.

What's going on?

"Mommy why won't dad wake up?" the little boy asked confusion evident in his voice.

He didn't understand.

She didn't answer, but instead she just cried harder.

Clung to him harder.

"I'm so sorry baby, well make it through this." She managed to say in between sobs.

Make it through what?

Confusion turned to desperation and fear though when they closed the box on his dad.

It turned to terror as they lowered it in the ground.

"What are you doing?! You'll hurt papa!"

People seemed to freeze for a moment, before they started acting stranger.

Those who were crying, cried harder.

Those who were only teary eyed, started to cry.

Many wouldn't look the boy in the eye.

No one wanted to be the one to answer.

"Papa! Papa! WAKE UP!" he started screaming as he made a move to start running to his father's aid when no one answered. But for reasons he didn't understand his mother stopped him.

"Mama! Let go! I have to save papa!" he continued to scream as he tried to wiggle out of her grasp.

"Kazuto, Kazuto! Stop!" She yelled, and stop he did.

He just stared at her in shock, his mama never yelled at him…never.

"Papa's going to sleep honey, and he isn't going to wake up."

It was later when he was old enough to understand that he learned his father was killed in a car accident on the way home…

Hit by a drunk driver.

A/N: Ok well I tried, I hope you guys liked it, and sorry guys that it's so short but it's hard to write this crap. I will work to make my future chapters at least 2000 words or more each so… I almost made it.

I know in the cannon Kirito can't cook to save his life but this is an AU and well he's a grown man living alone until Asuna moved in. I think he would have learned enough to get by by now. Anyway please tell me what you think! REVIEW PLZ

Also I've been wondering but do you guys think I should change the rating to M? because I'm not sure...

Till next chapter~