I looked and smelled like a raccoon. I had been working my but off. I was in my studio, at four in the morning. It has been a living hell for the past month. I haven't slept at all. I couldn't sleep. I needed to pay the bail amount. A few says ago, Sting had paid me a visit, and encouraged me to tell Kirito who I actually am, once I pay the bail.

"If Kirito leaves you once he finds out who you are, then he isn't the one. Lu-Asuna, please, you need to tell him. It's not fair to him. Little sis, hike that mountain, Yukino and I will be with you every step of the way." The words Sting said kept ringing through my head.

Of course Sting is right. It's been getting harder to seal my identity anyway. I've been growing tired of being Asuna Yuuki. Even though I loved the name, and the different me, it didn't feel right.

It was so unfair of me to do something like this. I know that now. Looking back at the funeral-yes I was at my own funeral- I saw how many people gathered.

I looked at the piece in front of me, and sighed. This was the ten thousandth painting this week. I put the canvas on top of the painting pile. I then started to draw, and fill the lines in with watercolor.

Let me give you a better idea of how much I was working:
~Ten Thousand Paintings
~Five Hundred Watercolors
~Six Hundred sculptures.

All of them were sold. The door swung open.

"Please go away," I sighed, not focused on who was at the door.

"Asuna," I know that voice, I looked over and sure enough...Erza.

"Asuna, you're working too hard." Erza sighed.

"And?" I muttered annoyed.

"WE CAME TO HELP!" Voices cheered. I looked behind Erza, my pupils growing at an alarming rate. Lisanna, Levy, Cana, Mira, Juvia, Wendy, Mavis, and Erza. My eyes filled with tears, I ran to them and hugged them.

"Asuna, you go shower and clean up. We will start boxing your paintings." Mavis smiled and shoved me out of the door. I sighed and ran to my apartment, swinging the door open. A bunch of mail sat in the doorway, I ignored it and ran to the shower, washing up.

As soon as I was done, and refreshed, I ran back. I bet you're wondering where Plue is? Plue is staying at a puppy hotel until I get the bail money. I walked in to my studio.

"Let's get started." I spoke.

"Aye!" They cheered, and within' a day, I had done over one million pieces of art, then sold them all. They were shipped the next day. I waltzed into the police station, again...

But, I still looked like a mess. I still looked like a raccoon. I then stood in front of Hibiki. He scoffed, "What do you want Yuuki?"

"Don't use that tone of voice with me." I hissed, he rolled his eyes.

"I have your bail money." I spoke up.

"How the hell did you get one hundred thousand dollars in only a month?' He cringed.

"I'm an artist. Kirito works at Fairy Tail Establishment. I've had tons of help from my friends, and I haven't slept in a month." I reasoned, his eyes were popping from their sockets.

"Your ridiculous, there no way." He remarked, regaining composure. I then rolled my eyes, pulling my wallet from my purse. I felt bad for my wallet, it was about to burst. I then pulled all of the money out from my wallet, and smirked proudly.

Hibiki's eyes were wide. He started counting the bail amount. I sat down in the chair across his desk. I watched as he counted the money.

"Sorry Yuuki, you're one hundred dollars off." My eye twitched, and my hands started to tremble.

"One hundred!?" My face was alarmed, as he nodded. I scoffed, and walked out. One hundred dollars is coming in soon, don't worry Kirito.