I recommend to re-read it again for so many reason but if you get the whole story, do continue as you please :)

Chapter 17

Sometimes, I wished I could stay asleep,
Or stay awake.

Because every time I fell asleep or passed out, things weren't the same the next time.
Every time I'm awake too, it's just worsened.

This was one of the time.

"Oh, so the Red King had made a move himself." The raven-haired man, with his oceanic blue eyes focused on the black piece of pawn in his hand as he's thinking of a movement on the crystal-made chessboard.

"It seems like he'd met it." The other guy in butler uniform stated, he's standing next to his so-called master, watching him silently as he's playing the chess with himself. "Or more like, it'd like to meet him."

"How impolite, Kenma." He pointed out. "It, is a King, you know that don't you."

"And it's a she." He replied shortly.

"Oh, you don't think a woman is capable of being a king?" He looked at his butler as well servant, curiously. "That's rather, sexist, you know, Kenma." He paused and twirled with the pawn chess in his hand. "I didn't raise you this way." He remarked.

"Say by the guy who plays chess with himself, you sociopath." He remarked back. Despite being on a different level with the man called the 6th King, he talked as if they're companion. He is the closest thing he could call as butler and servant rather just an acquaintance.

"Care to join then, Kenma?" He glanced to his side, plastering a smile, ominous smile at his butler as well servant. "It's boring to play alone."

"No, thanks, I'll pass. You always win anyway." He excused himself.

"Not this time, perhaps." He muttered the last word lowly.

"Is she, awake now?" Kenma asked, arms crossed on his chest as he leaned against the window. His master really loves the library room.

"Hmm? Are you worried for her?"

He didn't reply, "Just asking."

He smiled, found it amusing nonetheless.

"Yes."

The door creaked as it opened, make aware for the people inside the room. It revealed both on the other side of the door, a certain brunette-haired girl looking upon the two gents on the other side of the room, though they don't seem to pay any attention to her.

She took few steps nearing them and out of the shadow to the moonlight, making her presence more visible. Though, it wasn't a pleasant sight. Her eyes were darkened with vengeance and hatred as seeing the man she hated for life, fingers curled up into fist, tightly until it drew blood and she's still trying to remain a neutral demeanor for some reason.

"Why?" She spoke, voice cracked despite sputtering a word.

"Hmm? Why what?" The raven-haired man plays the fool in the deck.

"Why did you let him die?" The brunette was on the brink of shouting, internally and externally.

"Oh, he did, didn't he?" He put down the pawn in the place he wanted and took the white pawn out of the chess board. "You made him die. You knew that."

She gritted her teeth ever so tightly but instead of bursting into another pointless tears or anger, she sat down upon the floor with her head down with legs and hands covering her weeping, regret and shameful face. It was her fault.

"Still, it is not the end, writer-chan." Her body flinched at the nickname but she didn't move a muscle, only listening to him and her pathetic internal monologue. "Sacrifice, is necessary. It's the best part of a story. It's a skipping stone, isn't it?" He paused to look at her and wasn't waiting for an actual answer.

She let out a depressed and shaky sigh before weakly brought her head up, to see him looking down at her, it must felt right, being a king looking down a peasant and his toy. "Sacrifice?" She muttered with a mocking smile. "I should be the sacrifice."

"Oho, you can do that. It's still not too late, to save the other one, your King."

Her mouth went open and eyes widen. "Is he still -?! "

"Yes. Well, as I said, it's not too late."

"How long was I out?!"

"Just a chapter." He scoffed as he joked.

"Is someone's life a joke?!" She's so irritated by him.

"Of course not, it's a life we're talking." He sighed. "You gave us life." He stood from the chair and knelt on one knee before her. The raven-haired man reached inside his black trench coat and handed out something – a book. "Now, go on, write the ending. The ending you wanted, like it or not. Sacrificing yourself or anyone you like. You made everything."

The brunette took it into her hand, feeling the abundant weight of burden despite it's just a red hard covered notebook. Reluctantly she flipped through one page to another, re-reading what she made in her free time at school whenever the teacher was teaching something boring or whenever she felt like writing. It was just a story of a girl with tremendous power who caught in the mess with the King and now it is what as written by her.

Akemi Hikarin was the name of the main character in her story. She wrote her with terrible past and life, carrying many deaths and sins, so she could be a strong character, so she could be that one character that make it through.

Yet, here she is, the one who wrote on the old book – pathetically sat upon the cold dusty floor – unable to do anything except weeping. Even she couldn't bear to handle the story she gave to her when it came back to her, all the pain and tragedy, without an ending.

The book was something that she felt very protective and precious. A big responsible in her hand and writing. This isn't the death note but it certainly will be deciding who'll make it to the last chapter and who won't from now and she had to bear everything for she had or will write it.

"So, what's the ending?"

FINALLY IM BACK AFTER WENT THROUGH HELL AND HEAVEN

IT TOOK ME FOREVER DIDN'T IT

I WONT EXPECT PEOPLE TO READ IT TBH

BUT FOR THOSE WHO DO, YOU ARE THE MVP.

Do review so I could know you actually read it ;)