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Ending C

(I decided to not waste the time of anyone that still wanted to see the final ending. The fight will be posted after this chapter since it's only halfway done. This message will be removed once I finally complete the missing chapter. Sorry for the inconvenience AND also the long wait because SERIOUSLY, I can't get over my own incompetence for taking around 5 months to update something on this book.)

Y/N: ...

Everything felt like a distant dream, his mind foggy and his body sluggish. Finding himself laying on his knees looking at the floor, he blinked twice to confirm that what he was seeing was real before looking up. The last thing he could bring himself to remember was how he lashed out at the poor girl who did nothing but try her best to help him.

Come to think of it, why was he angry at her? The emotions he felt once his sight witnessed the destruction of his hard labor, he could not remember it, it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. Freed from the feelings he bottled up, his guilt was nothing but a distant mirage that one would toss into the back of their head.

Y/N's mind: Crap, Koishi-!

In a hurry, he looked up and saw the youkai sitting on the floor, wearing her usual outfit and her hat lowered to cover her face, which was a blessing for the one wearing it. Hiding herself behind the object on top of her head, she could calmly recover her breath, exhausted from the duel that unfolded in this accursed prison. However, now, this place was pulling out its last breath, putting itself out of the course. Even if one librarian remained, it did not want to involve itself any further with this place known as Gensokyo.

Y/N: ...Koishi, are you alright?

Not longer able to find a reason to bear anger at her, worry took over and pulled him on his feet. To his surprise, he was no longer wearing the dark suit that he had before everything became nothing but a blurry echo but rather an outfit that he hadn't worn in quite a while.

Indeed, he was now wearing a dark trenchcoat with his regular uniform composed of a single and main color underneath it, white with different shades, giving an almost greyish tone at best. The last time he could remember ever wearing said outfit was when he fought against the girl with short green hair sitting in front of him for the first time, a while ago.

Shaking that thought off, he gathered his shaking will and marched closer to the guest entering this place. Still sitting down, her eyes did not meet the man's but her third eye did not follow said pattern, looking up at him. With it open due to his efforts to help her, his mind was forced into her head, not like it was an unpleasant feeling anymore, her relunctance towards it long erased.

"Is she alright?", those were the words that she could hear within her own mind, from someone outside of it.

Koishi: Mister Y/N?

Hesitantly asking, she rose her head, revealing a fearful look to the one standing. Taken aback slightly by it, his eyebrows lowered, able to gather that he did something for her to be in this state. Although he couldn't remember exactly what, it didn't matter, he had that much intuition.

Y/N: I'm... I'm sorry for yelling at you, you didn't need to hear that.

Her face flushed, she shook one of her hands to dismiss his excuse with an awkward expression.

Koishi: It's fine! It wasn't that bad, I also caused this after all.

Pushing the apology away from herself, she got up on her own feet and faced the final librarian fully. The confrontation ended with her victory of course or else she would be nothing more than pages of a book, just like the many victims who arrived here before her. Coming out of the battle as the winner for once did not give her the same joy that she would half-heartedly gain when winning a Danmaku battle.