A/N: (SEQUEL TO ALTERNATE ENDING 1) I decided to write a continuation of the last ending due to reviews asking what happened in the real world. Here you are, thank you for reading. ~Javarack
Months had dragged by after Kazuto escaped from his living nightmare. Every day had been filled with physical and mental therapy. The doctors were surprised by how quickly his body was gaining muscle mass. His mind was traumatized; the nineteen year old had been exposed to aspects of life no one should have to experience. Everyday seemed to be a struggle as the young man continued his quest to return to society.
Suguha had left home to attend college in Osaka, and rarely returned home. His adopted parents were always busy at work, and they were always on business trips. The only person who visited him was the healthcare worker that lived in his house during his rehabilitation period. She was a kind woman, and like the rest of the world, knows of what he had done.
When Kazuto had defeated the remaining players of the game and cleared Sword Art Online, Kayaba had made a public announcement saying that all but one player had perished in his world. He described the trials he had put the character known as Kirito through. To end his broadcast, Kayaba explained that three thousand players had reached the final floor of Aincrad, but had been slayed by the aforementioned Kirito. Soon after his broadcast, police had stormed his building, but Kayaba had disappeared. To this day no one has come forward with information on his whereabouts.
On the first day he had been cleared to return to his home, people surrounded the hospital. The word murder filled the air as the men and women rioted. These were the families of the players that had died by Kazuto's hand. Helicopters flew overhead as news stations recorded the proceedings at the medical facility. Police were called to quell the people and escort Kazuto to his residence.
Now, people still tormented him about the incident. Everyday outside of his home, he could hear shouts and names being thrown at him. With this enviroment, Kazuto's mind will never be able to heal, and the doctors knew this.
"I'm going to the hospital to pick up your medication" Ayumi, the healthcare worker stated. "I'll be back around in about an hour."
She turned around and left the two story house. Kazuto listened to the voices of the families crowding around his home. Their words tore into his soul, and the faces of the players he had slain; the people were killed by his hands. Their spirits were embodied in the family that now tormented him. The memory was too much for the fragile man to endure.
Reaching under his bed, Kazuto pulled out a long black case. Opening it, a solid black sword rested on a red cloth. Lifting the blade up, Kazuto gazed at his reflection on the smooth surface. 'I'll go the same way as everyone else.' Turning the tip of the sword so that it pointed at his chest, Kazuto thrust it into his body. Pain coursed through out him as blood began to pour out of the wound. Dark spots began to fill his vision before his lifeless body collapsed onto the floor beneath him.