Okay, I know I should have been writing Rotten love but Writer's block got me on that one. Then, the words for this story came into my mind.
So, this is the sequel for Saving my blood by sacrificing it. I reaaaally recommend you to read it or you understand anything.
Enjoy!

Its last game

Chapter 1

Kazuya woke up with a gasp. The child hid under his covers and closed his eyes tightly. He feared that if he looked up, the demon would be there. He had that dream again. That dream where he ran in an endless corridor to join Hiroshi but the only thing he could see was blood splattered on the walls and corpses on the floor. When he reached Hiroshi, he'd figure out it was Naoki holding his older brother's corpse. It's been a year since he came out of the mansion and he still hoped this whole thing was a dream when he was waking up.

The air under the covers started to feel hot. Kazuya needed to breathe but just the thought of the demon was convincing him to suffocate instead of seeing that horrible monster another time. The boy finally forced his head out of the covers and opened his eyes. The demon wasn't there. The child sat up in his bed, his body lightly shivering by the dream he just woke up from. He then stood up and walked in the hallway out of his room. Instead of going to the right and climbing up a small set of stairs to reach his parents' room, he went straightforward in the corridor until he reached Hiroshi's room. During the year, his parents had talked a couple of times about emptying Hiroshi's room and doing something else in it. Kazuya had begged them to not do it and had even cried for that. They decided to keep the room like it was since the boy was desperate to still have it in the house. The child never admitted it to anyone but this bedroom was his only source of comfort since he came back. It reminded him of the better days when Hiroshi was alive. There were still some moments of happiness but the atmosphere in the house wasn't as cheerful as before. Kazuya could understand that; he wasn't smiling a lot himself.

The child opened the door leading in his brother's room and closed it behind. He stared at the empty bed for a couple of seconds before he climbed in curled into a ball under the sheets. Tears quickly filled his eyes and he shoved his face in the pillow to cry. He came a lot in here. He somehow felt like if Hiroshi was hugging him in this bed. Then, he'd look up and expect to see him and would cry even more realizing he was only imagining things. Sure, he could go to his mom instead but… there was something his dad and she didn't have. He couldn't put his finger on it though. Normally, after his eyes ran out of tears, he'd fall asleep again but not this time. His eyes stayed wide open and refused to close. He got out of the bed and walked back in his own room. He took a jacket on the chair in front of his desk. It's only when he put it on that he realized he had forgotten to put his pajama on last night. It happened often these days so it didn't matter anymore for him. He opened a drawer on his desk and took out a cat flashlight. The shape was a bit ridiculous but the two eyes making light lightened more than any other flashlights. The child then got out of his room and walked to the front door. He put on his shoes before opening the door and closing it silently behind. The street lamps were making enough light for him to see clearly outside for now. The boy walked down the empty street until he arrived in front of the woods. He turned on his flashlight and walked down the dirt path. Nobody really wanted to go in the woods after dark. They were talking about a creature. What was the name again? Spendersan? Srindernam? Sprinterman? Slenderman? Yes, yes, Slenderman, that was the good name. Mostly older kids talked about that. It was a man in the woods that was… Um… What was he doing again? Kazuya didn't remember but he knew it was a legend of a weird guy doing something to its victims in the woods. The child didn't know what he looked like. He already asked Hiroshi once if he could see a picture but the teen told him it was better for him to see it when he would be older. It was a bit odd; since he came back from the mansion, there wasn't a lot of when you'll be older (There was the answer to where babies came from but that's another thing). He could bet that if he asked to see what Slenderman would look like, nobody would tell him he was too young for that. It was like if he had become an older teen or something like that.

Kazuya walked through some bushes he knew very well and walked throughout the trees until he reached the river. The child turned off his flashlight and walked to the clear water. The moonlight seemed to make the water shine, like if it was producing its own light. He sat on the only big rock nearby and stared blankly at the water for a moment. He then lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment. He missed those evening when Hiroshi and he would go here and make a fire. Sometimes, Shun, Shura and Rin would join them. Kazuya could have invited his own friends but it would always end very late (That was true; he'd always fall asleep during those evenings and wake up the other morning in his bed.). His friends' mothers would not allow them to stay late. Plus, they also started the fire late in the evening. He missed Hiroshi so much.

When he opened his eyes again, the river had turned red and corpses were floating on the water. At the other side, the demon was there, staring at him. It seemed to say he was next. The boy gasped and fell from the rock. When he looked at the river again, the water was clear and the monster had disappeared. He stared at the spot where the creature once stood before he frightfully looked around, expecting it to be there. His heart started to beat a bit slower while he slowly convinced himself nothing was there. He sighed and turned around to go back home. He heard a twig snap a bit farther on his right. The child turned toward the sound. His heart stopped seeing the demon smiling. It approached and Kazuya could do anything but stare at it. He finally turned away and ran at the opposite direction, not thinking that he might arrive in an unexplored area in the woods. He continued to run anyway, his heart beating fast and loud in his chest. Tears filled his eyes and he shielded his face to protect it from the branches he ran into. He tripped on a large log and fell on the leaf covered ground. His shivering body refused to move. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for death. But no matter how long he waited, it didn't come. After a long moment lying on the floor, he fell asleep.

Another year had passed since that night. Well, nearly a year. Kazuya sat on his bed, the small television in his room opened with no sound at all. This year's chosen ones were named. The child didn't want to hear the name; he just wanted to see if there was anyone he knew getting chosen. It wasn't necessary for him to look. There was nothing he could do anyway. His heart made a stronger beat when he saw a girl with golden hair on the screen. She looked shocked; it was obvious on her face that she had no idea what she had done. Kazuya was surprised too. He didn't expect to see Rin on that screen. He squeezed the blanket lying under his hand and clenched his teeth. He got up and turned off the TV. Taking a note pad he kept for people who didn't know sign language, he got out of his room and reached the front door. When his mom asked him where he was going, he had just closed the door. She didn't want him to listen to that naming but he did it anyway and he was glad he did. He needed to tell (Well, write.) something to Rin. He ran to the building where he had once been brought in with Hiroshi, the directions coming back to him just like if he knew this path by heart. He arrived in the imposing building and barely noticed the painting of him next to Hiroto's one before he saw the old-looking man who led Hiroshi and he in the room where they said goodbye. The man led him to the room where Rin had been placed in. Because he was a survivor of this mansion, he was allowed to stay in this room with her as long as he wanted. He got in the room and closed the door behind him. The boy ran to her and gave her a tight hug, trying to keep the tears inside his eyes. He then pulled away and took the notepad and the pen always attached to it to write something.

There is a maze on the second phase. If you find the room with a Catch the mouse like game, there's an easy Sudoku a couple of corridors farther. There should be a golden key in it. Take it or you won't open the door that would lead you outside. There will be boulders surrounded by fire coming out of it but this door is the good way. The code that opens the final door should be 9628.

Rin read the page and smiled.

"Thank you, I'll try to remember," she said.

Kazuya tore the page and slipped it in one of her pockets. She would need it. He wrote down something else on the notepad but hesitated a bit before showing it to her.

I'm sure Hiroshi would have volunteered to go with you.

Every time he wrote his brother's name was painful for him. Maybe it was tough for Rin to read it. She took a hold of his hands.

"I'll do my best to come back."

The child couldn't hold back his tears this time, remembering Hiroshi's words when he spoke to their mom.

I promise I'll do my best to bring him back.

Kazuya hugged her another time as to wish her good luck and pulled away to head to the door. He knew he had all the time he wanted to stay with her but the others who would come didn't have such an opportunity. He opened the door and saw Shun and Shura waiting outside. The twins entered the room. When the door closed, the boy stopped walking and stared blankly at the floor. Shun and Shura had just turned eighteen last month so they were safe. Rin had to wait two months until she was an adult.

A hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his trance. He expected to see the old man but instead, his eyes met with Hiroto's. That's when Kazuya realized what everyone didn't have: understanding. When his friends began to know how dangerous this whole thing was and all the losses coming with it, they began to pity him a bit but also show a lot of respect. He was respected at school since he came back from the mansion. Even the bullies didn't dare to pick on him. It felt weird. Did they think he killed everyone and would kill them if they did something wrong? There was also that rumor telling that he would've killed his own brother! Even the people who didn't believe the rumor and didn't pity him didn't have that understanding. They didn't know what happened; he wasn't ready to write his story anyway. Hiroshi would've had that understanding since they went through that whole thing together. Hiroto had it. They've been through the same thing but only at different years.

Kazuya wrote down something on his notepad and showed it to the adult.

I'd like to know what happened to you in there.

Hiroto didn't answer for a short moment. He then crouched.

"Do you know that spot at the river in the woods?" he asked.

The child nodded.

"Meet me there at a quarter past two."

Shun and Shura got out of the room and Hiroto let go of Kazuya's shoulder. The boy walked back to the entrance and noticed Rin's parents walking inside. The child looked down and got out of the house to return home. It was half past one. Kazuya got in his house and closed it behind him. He didn't answer anything when his mom asked him where he went. He walked straight to his room and closed the door. He locked himself in and lay down on the bed. He didn't answer when his mom knocked at the door and tried to come in. He didn't feel like speaking with anyone for now. He stared blankly at the numbers on his alarm clock. He couldn't wait to hear Hiroto's story but at the same time, he was terrified by what he would hear. He stared at the changing numbers for a very long time until it was two o'clock. It's only then that he noticed he had forgotten to remove his shoes. Good, he didn't feel like passing by the front door anyway. The child walked to the window a bit farther from his bed and opened it. He slipped in the opening and closed it behind him. The boy walked out of the backyard and walked down the street until he arrived in the woods. He continued his path in the dirt road, not paying any attention to the scenery around him that would make anyone passing by stop and stare in awe at all the beautiful colors and the life hidden within the forest.

Kazuya stopped in front of the pack of bushes and hesitated a bit. Maybe he could just go home and make his excuses later. He wasn't sure anymore if he wanted to know Hiroto's story. He backed away and continued staring at the bushes. No, he had to do it. He had to stop hiding behind his fears. When Hiroshi was ten, he didn't hesitate to defend the child who was only three if older kids came to pick on him. He already saved him once. Kazuya was playing on the side of the front playground when that drunk guy came in the street. Hiroshi saw that the car was going in all directions and grabbed his younger brother to drag him away. Just like he had predicted, the car came straight for the spot where Kazuya had been playing and bumped in the tree there. Happily the only thing broken was that car.

The silver-haired passed through the bushes. He made his decision: he was going. At ten, Hiroshi was brave enough to save him from a severe injury and maybe even death; he should be brave enough to hear a story even if it would bring back bad memories. The memories came back every night anyway so it didn't change anything if they came back one more time. Kazuya ran through the trees separating him from the river. Hiroto was there when he arrived.

"I didn't expect you to come, actually," said the adult when their eyes met.

Kazuya wanted to write something on his notepad and then realized he forgot it at home.

"You forgot your notepad, didn't you?"

The child nodded.

"Okay, so if you have questions, you can ask them another day."

The boy nodded again.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?" Hiroto asked, hesitating himself to tell him the story.

Kazuya nodded one last time and the adult sighed.

"Okay, pay attention because I won't repeat the story."

The child slightly tilted his head, a position he had when he was listening very carefully. Hiroto took a deep breath, released it and started his story.

So, this is the first chapter! Please leave a review, it always helps and see you next chapter!