This house is so nice and comfy... but everyone left...

We turned left after entering through the gardens' doors, walked through a hall, filled with naturalist paintings.

Reaching a corner, both of them make a right turn, into a small indentation, a small division of the structure, with a closed door.

Fubuki enters the room, with Kirito staying put.

Just the mere sight of that is beyond surprising.

The ceiling is impossibly large, considering the outside.

The sides of the house aren't even that big, and there's other rooms around.

She steps in and looks at him.

There's no need for caution.

He is impressed by the amount of books inside, they're everywhere, not even that much organized, but he isn't one to talk.

-Help me lay her down here.

It's a table, doesn't seem confortable. Too hard for anyone to sleep on.

The equivalent of a cirurgical... eh, maybe not, can't say.

She's looking for something...

Digging trough the room, she trows a red book, a purple book and some scrolls behind her.

Looking at them, he notices that he can't understand anything that is written as what would be the title... it's just a bunch of random squares and dots...

Picking up the blood-red one, it's easy to deduce, going through it and analyzing the illustrations, that it's an encyclopedia, a guide, for... diverse activities... Botanics, Hunting...

These beings... so different...

-Stay on the opposite of me!

It's urgent... and she found what she needed.

He positions himself.

She closes her eyes, extends her right palm forward, and a dagger, really dark in coloration, comes out of her hand and drags itself out.

Kirito wouldn't had stood still if not for her total indifference against that.

The weapon... it shot itself! As if it is a projectile with a quite remarkable speed.

It's... at her front... so...

Looking down, surprise struck.

Khanti has a deep stab wound, but he seems to be unaffected by it as well.

An orange glow starts spreading throughout it, with a little bit of golden as well.

-Take it if off.

A somewhat understandable command, Khanti should be built different to stand this and the next stage.

Grabbing the hilt, and pulling it out with quite some hesitation at the beggining, it's noticeable, the feeling of energy that this thing has... feels like I just connected a generator to my body through my hand, even only momentarily.

-Stab her, through the chest for greater efficiency.

His heart pratically stopped in it's beat.

It's easy to see why, what the hell does she want him to do now?!!

She rushes around the table, while both notice that the girl started to moan as if she was in great pain.

She grabs the knife and jumps, staying on top of her.

With an inhale, she lifts both of her arms up, whilst holding the dagger, with an exhale she drops them, with a force that created a strong air current, and with a face of determination that was previously unknown.

But he saw... he saw hesitation as well.

A greeny, yellowish and brown fluid started to enter the recipients on the blade.

Fubuki takes it off, with the wound healing completely right there, in seconds.

He looks down.

Yep, this little guy is all patched up as well.

It is the dagger... maybe.

She stays reading, with it in her hands, while he decides to try and introduce himself properly.

Introductions, why do they have to be so hard?

The uncertainty...

-What's your name?

--Kemnom

-That's a... nice name. Let me guess, you were the one who named Khanti?

She laughs... must be a lot better.

-Yes, it's not like it takes a lot of time.

She gently smiles back at him... the slited pupils... demi-humans are the dreams of a Biology nerd.

Her happy eyes turn into something entirely different.

Something...

-Ah!

So abrupt... blood drops from his left cheek.

A blade shoves itself at his throat, cutting him a little as well.

-Get the fuck up!

A familiar voice, and there wasn't anyone else there.

He complies, confused, and tries to be communicative.

-Would you mind trying to...

Before he can finush his sentence, she trows him face first into one of the big, library-like bookshelves.

This stuff hurts, but taking concussion forces?

Oh, that's sort of his speciality.

Getting up and facing his girlfriend, he can see her eyes, shining red, her irises moving inside of the sclerea, as if they too are alive, and her movement is undecised, imperfect, erratic, with an unchained anger.

She approaches slowly.

-You've always been such a fucking pussy Kirito!

You meet her and you already fell head over toes for her!

At least gave the decency to... be erased from my life quickly... what a waste of time.