"What would you do if an intimidating guy suddenly appears in your doorstep and effortlessly throws your life into the currents of change?" -Akiyama Saki

[Akashi Seijuurou x OC] She was neither known nor loved, But she was born as a loving person Until her presence was caught by a pair of malignant eyes, Mismatch eyes that bore to someone's future He thought she resembled someone that he held dear, Looking at her made his scars reopen to bleed once again By the time she was noticed by the Majesty, There was no escape route for her For she was going to be one of the pieces, Like the one on his shougi board After all, She was just his plaything, A toy to cease the Majesty's boredom

Applicant 144 knows failure too well. To her, it is a natural part of life, just like breathing, a bodily function. Those who review applicant 144's resume are elites who only acknowledge achievements and qualifications that excel for the position. These elites are people who have won countless times, and master special traits which grants them the title of being, "perfect." 'In this world, winning is everything; winners are validated and losers are denied.' [TEMPORARY COVER! disclaimer: I do not own knb or the characters, nor any images I decide to use throughout my story :) ]