6Second and Last Love
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Because she was not his first love, but she knew she'd be his last.
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Kirito had not loved Asuna first. She knew that very well. He had told her the story of his days with the first guild he had ever joined. The Moonlit Black Cats were their name. There was Keita, Tetsuo, Sasamaru, Ducker, Sachi and himself. All of them, except for he, were deceased. When he had told her the story, she saw it in his eyes.
Kirito had loved Sachi.
It didn't bother her at first. Actually, she didn't even think of it as much, but then she thought, If Sachi-San were still alive, what would I be to Kirito-Kun? The question stuck to her, as the years passed. Years where they no longer were stuck inside Sword Art Online, or where he didn't have to save her from being trapped in a cage in ALfheim Online. Years were they'd be in his room, him tapping the keys of his computer while she read a book, curled in his blanket.
She didn't doubt that Kirito loved her, for that would be utter ignorance. The embraces, kisses and basically every single moment that the two share were made complete by both of them putting in their feelings for one another.
But her question wasn't 'Does Kirito-Kun love me?' but 'If Sachi-San were to be alive, would Kirito-Kun love me?" She shrugged it off and let out a sigh. Kirito seemed to have noticed for the sound of keys being pressed stopped and he pushed his swivel chair back. She looked at him, a graceful smile on her lips and nodded, the corner of his lips tugging upwards.
"Good book?" he asked, getting up and sitting on his bed. She nodded, the hair framing her face gently swaying left and right. He reached out and took a tuft of her hair between his index finger and thumb while asking, "What's it about?"
"First love," she responded, looking at the cover, "and how it's always the last." He repeated her words softly in a questioning manner and she smiled as a positive response. Was there confusion? she asked herself. Is he going to say that's not true?
Instead of saying anything, he placed his on top of his pillow. She placed half of her blanket on top of him and continued reading her book, one hand gently playing with his black hair. "Kirito-Kun," she says and he responds with a barely audible 'hmm'. "I am your second love." She declares it, and he knows that it's not a question. What can he respond? "But, Kirito-Kun, I will be your last."
Another deceleration and he slightly sits up so their eyes meet slightly. "Yes, Asuna," he responds and that's all she needed to hear.
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You never forget your first love. For Kirito that much is true, but he unlike his first love, he will always keep his second.
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