murdocking

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ” ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: a chishiya series.

you just want to know the truth behind his behaviors, the reasoning behind why he manipulates and closes himself off. you can’t stand it, and you desire to make him human again.

INTRODUCTION

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

continuing…

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

-a chishiya series. ch8

masterlist

warnings + notes: the dreaded niragi scene against usagi🥲but no i didnt go into detail, but other canon violence. sticking to the title its gna get wicked lol ten of hearts intro so this is pretty long- but its just overly detailed i swear. idk what im dojnf with this ff anymore im just tryna get to s2 so i can develop this aight lemme shut up now

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴ��ɴᴇ

-TEN OF HEARTS

realistically, you’re not exactly a fighter.

you can remember every disappointment, every let down and every spark of anger. and every time, you just breathed in and walked away from the fire.

you remember being small, being pushed around on the top of a treehouse until you fell down onto hard concrete. you didn’t say a word, just getting up and wiping your battered knees- to limp away.

you remember being a teen, and just staring at your mother when she screamed curses at you- winding up to throw some object in your direction. you debated allowing her to successfully land her hit. instead, you nodded and walked away.

you remember being an adult moving to tokyo, free from the bad omens of your hometown. until a friend of yours decided to push the idea of a blind date on you. you declined, but ultimately her consistent begging was overwhelming. you agreed, and the night of- you felt eerily excited. until you waited for two hours alone outside of the restaurant your date was to meet you at.

he never contacted you or your friend to apologize, reschedule, or cancel.

you just walked away.

you didnt have some miraculous background in conquering someone else- sure you could throw a punch or two, but against an armed militant? no chance.

so it leaves you dumbstruck when you feel your body reacting immediately at the sound of usagi fighting the men carrying her.

you’re shaking, you know it. but the adrenaline of your blood rising to the tip of your body has you running behind a lone militant who seems to be reloading his rifle. his vulnerability is a good thing for you, until he’s able to load that rifle and blow your brains out.

‘be quick’ you think

you spot the sheathed knife wrapped around his belt loop and stretch out your leg to the point of pain to kick him in his side, reaching towards the knife on the other end of him.

he cries out, turning to see who his assailant was before you flimsily yank out the knife from him.

he recognizes your hand position and with wide eyes, tries to grab his rifle- but you’re quicker.

you stab him in the shoulder of the arm moving to the rifle, and he hisses and grabs it anyways- rapidly spinning to knock you with his still empty weapon. you drop down near to the floor and cheat a bit by elbowing his crotch. when he leans down instinctively- you push the knife down further into his shoulder before slicing it down his bicep. you ignore his sounds, just worried about who would be the first to find you actively going against the beach.

he’s in agony, but he manages to grab you by your hair- and forcefully pulls you towards him, his eyes filled with anger. he moves to punch you- but you protect your face with your arms that take a bruise for you. you’re on autopilot now, using your dirtied nails to scratch at his face before locating his eyes. this is practically the only thing you can recall when it comes to self defense:

go for the eyes

its disgusting but you push your fingers into the corners, and youre feeling the gags rise up rapidly from the bottom of your body to your throat when hes gargling out painful noises, moving his hands haphazardly towards you. you’re both losing your balance- and you land on top of him, but he unfortunately locates your throat through his blinded state and aggressively clamps his rough hands on it.

“i’ll kill you!”

its a feeling youve never experienced, and all the color from the world has eliminated. the yellow lights from the hallway are a staggering white blue, but you tell yourself it is all or nothing. you would not die without a fight.

so you’re using your all to bring your arms and punch at his face.

“you fucking bitch!”

you know you’re punching wrong, you’re sure your hands are feeling more pain than the man himself but the lightheaded state youre in leaves you with no room for thoughts.

you can feel his grip weakening, and nearly give yourself whiplash with how hard you pull your neck away from him as he tries to bloodily blink his eyes open.

you grab the lone gun, and position the butt of the weapon right by his temple when he finally opens his reddened eyes.

his terror matches your own as you slam the edge of the rifle into his temple, breaking the skin as his face hits the floor harder than before. hes not moving.

but he’s breathing, and that’s enough to bring you moderate comfort as you clumsily get off of the man, grabbing the bloodied knife drilled into his arm. you debate the rifle , but you know you’re not familiar with it whatsoever.

you take an immediate left, following the faint sounds of niragi and his goons hollering. you’re blinking rapidly- and can hardly breathe properly, and you’re debating if this is even a good idea. you and usagi will die by their hands.

your throat is raw with black and purple pain, but you breathe in and start running the best you can- the fabric from the swimshorts you chose this morning scraping your hip bone with ferocity.

you can spot niragi slowly entering a room a few doors down and speed up, his arm discarding his favorite accessory to throw it on the floor. usagis struggling- you can hear it, and you stick against the wall as you get closer- trying to stay undetected.

“stop resisting!”

“get off of me!”

you’re furious, and your nausea continues to run rampant as you hear niragi whisper offenses through the wall.

slinking to the side, you shrink to the ground and crawl against the corner of the door to grab onto the rifle that sits prettily on the carpeted ground- just perfectly out of your reach. you try to control your breathing- but you can see one or the female militants holding usagis leg down has sensed something is wrong, and scans the room when your drop your whole body against the floor, covering your heavy breathing.

the room is silent now, outside of usagis pants and pleads- niragis gross saliva leaving marks on her.

you grab the rifle, and as you do- he yelps out in agony.

she bit his tongue, hard.

you jump up when he lands the first hit on her, aiming the gun against the woman closest to you square against her scalp- her shock leaving her hands on usagis ankle loose.

niragis holding himself still, squirming around in his pain while usagi struggles out of the womans hands- and you get spotted by her.

the man beside you has a different plan though, and he reaches for his back pocket with his strong hand still gripping usagis wrist.

a gun.

you try to keep the rifle upright with your right hand, albeit shaking, and grab your sopping knife to slice at his hand

the room is in an uproar when niragi comes to his senses, putting his body weight onto usagis lower half to prevent her from breaking free fully

“you joining the party too? got tired of chishiya huh?”

hes giggling as though blood doesn’t escape his mouth with every vowel, and the woman whos head is snugly against your gun turns quickly, and twists your arm with ferocity. you can hardly even make a noise when the man with the sliced hand pushes your face into the covers- preventing you from catching air

“dont fuck with me y/n, you know i’ll have my way with you too. at the same time maybe.”

you thrash around, kicking at the man behind you who wails out hard, but barely leaves his grip on your head.

until you can hear a noise in the room, leaving the rest silent.

the melodic ring from the p.a. system cuts through the room- and you can feel your heart drop

“we would like to take this opportunity to thank you sincerely for staying at seaside paradise, tokyo! as a token of our appreciation, we will now commence a game with all 59 participants in the venue.”

when you lift your head up, youre blinded by the white light of the television niragi stands in front of

“the beach is… a game arena?”

GAME DIFFICULTY: TEN OF HEARTS.

you push off the people and pull usagi off the bed- running out while the others remain dumbstruck in the room. you’re practically tripping over each other as the familiar female voice rings out above you in the hallway

“all participants must gather in the lobby immediately.”

you run down the hallway stairs with a trembling usagi, and once you know you’ve gotten far enough you stop her

“usagi, are you alright?” youre pushing her hair out of her reddened face, her eyes darting around the space of the hallway. she doesnt reply to your question, instead horsing out a “where is arisu?”

“arisu?”

where… where is arisu?

chishiya is worried. its a feeling he’s only known when it comes to diagnosing a patient of his, or when he suspects he’ll be too sick to attend a class. but this time- he finds himself deeply worried about your whereabouts.

he figured you would be upset, of course you would. but as he waits outside of the hotel for you and kuina, hes getting more and more anxious as to where you could possibly be. he even purposely took his time with gathering the cards to give you enough time to meet with kuina- or at least directly go outside with him

but kuina is alone when she approaches him.

“she didn’t join huh?” kuina says, turning around to see nobody but her blonde companion standing beside her at the hotel entrance. he simply lowers his head, starting to unbuckle the locker bracelet he wears, walking slowly to the gate. he believes if he’s hesitant enough, eventually you’ll show up. that youll join him for another adventure blindly

but you never show up

kuina sighs out and rolls her shoulders, walking to the gate before seeing chishiya raise his hand with a “wait”

“she’s not coming chish-“

“no no- just..” he backs up before throwing the bracelet into the open air, where it meets the red-hot laser from above. he can feel his head spinning as kuina gasps beside him.

“shit… the fuck do we do now?” she says to him, to which he simply shakes his head in disbelief. “we survive i suppose…” chishiya hears the faint squeak of the beach-hotel’s p.a. system emanating from the open back patio of the lobby, moving quickly with his hands finding comfort in his sweater pockets.

kuina is quick to follow, she scans the now empty pool patio- and the overwhelming silence of the outside space. they can both spot the crowd in the middle of the lobby- specifically the huddle of people in the front. chishiya motions towards the white and pristine rounded table- holding the phones they both need , and the bright screen yelling “TEN OF HEARTS” in their faces.

they dont say much, letting the combined sounds of the beach members and the automated voice flood their senses. he’s analyzing the room, pushing himself further back away from the crowd. he can predict the ending. and he’s unsettled at the fact that he cannot spot you anywhere- nor can he hear your words with the curious tone he’s oddly familiar with.

he doesn’t pay much attention to the rules of this game- his only thought is to run and survive, and find you. securing his escape with the three he planned with, potentially arisu and usagi if they get lucky enough. he doesn’t give that duo much thought; but he moves to a dimmer section as he spots the high tension in the room getting to a peak.

however you cut him short, quickly. usagi has leaned against the front wall pushing the lobby and holds your respective phones- while you have left her side as her support to bear-attack the hooded blonde. you wind him slightly- pushing his body against a door that vibrates aggressively against his head when he groans at your vicious behavior.

“what’s up with you now?”

“the fuck was that chishiya? huh?”

you’re shaking when you grab the knife in your waistband, he doesn’t believe you pose a true threat to his wellbeing- and stares at your nimble fingers bringing it up to his neck. he sighs out, bending his arm inconspicuously against the door

“what? you don’t like my sandals or something, i thought they were rather a fashionable choice today wouldn’t you think-“ you push your wrist against his throat and he chokes on his words slightly, feeling your trembling frame against his as he searches your face. you’re red eyed- bruised over, and moreso scared than angry.

“you sentenced them to death. don’t you dare try to bul-“

you’re rudely interrupted with a chorus of gunshots from the room beside you- the lobby playing a beautiful song of fallen bodies and rampant bullets that reverberate into the hallway you decided to have your conference with chishiya in.

“ seems like they’re already hunting..” he says quietly, and you falter slightly, quick enough for him to grab at your wrist and twist it to a point of discomfort. you let go of the knife instinctively- which he grabs before opening the door with his right arm behind his back. he shoves you into the room immediately- shutting the thick door softly.

he can see you about to attack- either with words or fists, and puts his finger to his mouth. if he could, he would yell at you to be quiet.

though you take his hint, you get irritated with the idea that now you’re trapped in an emergency electrical stairwell with your companion. the lights flickering slightly do no good for your on edge mood, and the running and screaming outside of the door violates your ears.

it is so loud, and you hear several bodies crash into the grey door. even chishiya jumps at this. the gun shots are deafening , your brain can hardly process the consistent sound as you cover your ears- fear consuming you when the casual walking and laughing of the militants pass by. you can easily pick out niragis boastful laughter that raises the hairs on your arms.

“get those bitches from earlier, i wanna have some fun with them before blowing their fucking brains out!” he commands gleefully to his goons, and you know he refers to usagi and you.

usagi!

you tap onto chishiyas arm, and he views you from the corner of his eyes with a tense expression

“usagi is still out there- we have to find her” you whisper to him, and he blatantly ignores you

“chishiya-“

“kuina is still out there. but i know she can handle herself, so can usagi.” his curt words make you stand up straight

“is that what you believe? is that why you let them take her and arisu?” your voice is increasing in volume, and he can hear the halt in the footsteps outside of the door. chishiya puts his hand on your mouth, pleading with his eyes for you to stop arguing with him.

its incredibly quiet, and he’s pushing you further back into the dark inching to the steps leading upstairs.

you can practically feel the shaky breathing of chishiya on you as he gets closer- not only that but you’re rather thrown off with the feeling of him being so close to you.

his face is craned toward the door, and his eyes never leave the handle until he can hear niragi continuing his uneven walk down the hallway.

“god, can’t you take the hint to be quiet?” he says to you, turning to look at your half-covered face. you scowl, and simply lick his hand that’s still over your mouth.

“you’re so sick in the head..” he says- immediately retracting his hand from you as you stifle a giggle.

he just looks at you, maybe longer than he should.

“i’m sorry.”

the apology uneases you, it’s so unlike him- and truly you haven’t even said anything yet demanding of an apology.

“.. for what?”

he doesn’t reply, simply walking by you to start his ascent up the first set of stairs

“we need to stop by my room first, then we get out.”

you figure that you’re not exactly going to get a response anytime soon, and just decide to follow him instead of continuing to argue. you can do that after the game, right now- you have to focus on making it out.

you can feel true fear at this moment.

not like when you’re on a rollercoaster and its the peak before the huge drop.

or when you hear a branch hitting at your window in the night- thinking it was a person at first

but true silent fear that goes in with every breath and chains up your lungs and heart and tightens every few seconds- making you dizzy with worry.

contrasting the obscenely loud sounds you just experienced on the ground floor, the third floor has yet to be blessed with terror by the hands of the militants.

its silent, and the only sounds that assault the hallways are your own footsteps merged with chishiya’s as you make it to his room.

“here, just gonna take a second.”

he speaks softly, and turns the wobbly handle of his room door, opening it to a pristine abode- decorated with makeshift weapons.

his bed is made incredibly neatly, and holds an array of sharpened spearheads and wooden pieces. the desk in the corner has a folded up white hoodie sitting ontop of the shelving, and is decorated with an empty gun, lighter, and wires that fall to the floor under the chair. you can see amongst the books on the wall, he has transformed rifles, tasers, knives and other barbaric weapons.

somehow it suits him.

he grabs the oddly shaped and designed gun, and awkwardly hides it into his sweater- tucking it into his shorts

“for now.” he says to you, grabbing the folded sweater.

“what do you need a second one for?” you laugh out, before he smugly loosens up the sweater to show the cards stuffed into a bag hiding in the fabric.

you’re shocked, you knew the point of the plan was to get those cards- but that’s why arisu is missing. so how did he get them?

“aguni gave it away, couldn’t have done it without arisu of course”

it’s as though he can read your mind- but really he sees your expression that has immediately turned bitter and tells him that you know what he’s done. he’s giving you a smile, after admitting he used this man for bait.

“is this what you wanted me for?” he just looks at you, “were you originally planning on sacrificing me, chishiya? and then when you had the opportunity to simply snatch up a future executive- what did you think?”

he’s stiff now, it takes him a second to recover before moving to gather up the last of his necessities

“truly i don’t know what you want me to say y/n. i told you i was getting out. things change, and you don’t even know if arisu is dead-“

“is he here chishiya?! do you see him? what is wrong with you- hell they’re probably making him wish he was dead right now! torturing him for the hell of it because of you!”

“things.. changed. okay, i didn’t plan for it to happen like that! but when hatter died it messed everything up- i didn’t have another plan. and it worked out”

“for you- it worked out for you.”

“worked out for you too didn’t it?”

he’s got you there. and he knows it when he just shakes his head and walks past you to leave the room- not before scanning the hallway.

he turns to you to motion for you to get out, that the coast is clear. you walk by him as he holds the door open for you, just for you to turn to him shortly

he doesn’t hear what you say, he’s too focused on the violently purple marks on your neck. moving his hand to your neck, he leans and stares at the grips of bruising form deep splotches. before, they were hardly noticeable- just red with tenderness. but now, he’s seeing it all

you flinch when he gets close, and he shoots his eyes to look at yours, you just swallow your breath and walk out of the room.

“what happened?”

you don’t say anything, you’re hot with bitterness and you know if you speak, you’ll regret it deeply.

“let’s get going.”

he takes the hint.

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

-a chishiya series ch7 ch9

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warnings + notes: nothing really besides canon events (a death) and a chapter filled with nothing lawlz … but we gna hit s2 soon and its gna be straight ‘friends to enemies to forced proximity to conflicted to lovers’ if i can commit to it. sorry for the late update ive been sick for months and debated creating a will.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

- WITH EASE

aguni seems different, more distant from his reality than normal, and it confuses you to no end. while of course you never shared a word with him- he still had basic ethics of nodding to you in passing. now, he stares into space- only meeting eyes to share a threat. it’s unsettling.

you can recall just how sharp his features were when he entered the conference room, niragi following suit. and then arisu accompanying chishiya, whos eyes never left the wooden flooring- scanning his thoughts. you were simply passing by when the exec meeting was called, but just watching him pass by left you dry in your throat.

it had only been a short amount of time, from meeting, to companionship, to a complete shutout. and you had some suspicions, though you’d be too scared to admit it.

but you missed him, as awful as it was to say. kuina was nice, considerate, and patient - everything chishiya seemingly wasn’t. but you cant believe this fully

to you, he wasn’t as cold and displaced from emotion as he tries to come off as. you could tell he cared- he was tender and observant with you, but not enough to indulge.

but you wanted that.

you can hear shuffling outside your door.

zipping up your jacket, you crack the creaking door open to peek at the noise.

you spot the duo there. they whisper so low- you would think it was just the air circulating through the vents above. chishiya stands straight as he converses quietly with arisu- something is wrong.

he sharply turns his head at the continued noise of your room door, and his eyebrows lift up when he spots you. you can feel a breath halt- he dismisses the conversation between the other two and quickly resorts to approaching you

“is something wrong?” he questions

“no, just was gonna… get some food but. seems like i interrupted something “ you reply, not exactly a total lie

he hums, rolling his shoulders back slightly while meeting your eyes. “well, seems like things are taking a turn to say the least” he speaks casually, but you can tell something uneases him

“i see.”

he just stands there, unmoving- and his bland expression meets your sour one.

its very awkward- speaking to him like this. you bite your cheek, and can feel the hallway walls shrink a little as he squints his eyes staring into your soul.

“whats going on chishiya..”

his following words are nearly as silent as the wind

“hatter is dead”

hatter is dead, seemingly suiting your fittingly dead friendship with chishiya- your messenger as of now.

“so what is to happen now…” but this time-arisu moves, no longer silent

“we need to watch out. the militants will run rampant now”

“its only a matter of time” chishiya says, quite ominously. and youre not sure if hes referring to the hellfire soon to erupt, or his betrayal against his own people.

you and arisu share a cold blood rush, eyeing as chishiya rolls his shoulders slightly to turn to face arisu

“arisu. i have to attend the commencement, kuina will meet with you soon to prepare.”

arisu gets startled slightly before nodding, and walking off down the hall towards the stairs.

“chishiya…”

he views you from the corner of his eye

“what are you truly planning?” he freezes slightly

“a takeover.”

he lies to you once more.

today, your fake sun shines brighter on your back. you’re sitting, stirring the watered down juice sloshed into your glass cup from your chair against the lobby’s windows. the girls behind you- who normally shamelessly giggled and posed seductively for their flings, are as stiff as a board as boys you can only recognize as militants take privilege in running their hands on them. the pool is relatively empty, sparing the scattered floaties that lack a user. youre sick of the overactive mind youve adopted. now- you stare at your sheer reflection in the window, hardly recognizing yourself with how dry and ragged your skin has turned. somehow, your paler but tanned- in a way you can only describe as sickly. interrupting your self consultation however, is the sight of kuina by herself- scanning the above levels of the lobby’s open space. this interests you.

from the depths of the leering hallway, you spot chishiya- emerging with two black items in his hands.

walkie talkies

hes right, it was only a matter of time.

not long after the two separated, a general meeting was announced in the large room- all beach members gathering in a huddle to stare up at the group of executives and militants who seemed more confident than before.

however, much to your expectations..

arisu and usagi are missing.

kuina takes ownership of a supporting lobby pillar set in the corner, seemingly tired of the situation. you can tell its for show though, as chishiya only has one hand in his jacket, and the other on his pant pocket from his stance above.

however, the bomb gets dropped

“aguni is your new leader !” niragi proclaims, mocking the expressions of the confusion people on the ground floor

“shouldn’t… it be kuzuryuu?” a man says to you, and you nod absentmindedly- your eye meeting chishiya whos lip turns upward.

“something is wrong with this.”

you’re barely paying attention to the following words your ‘leaders’ say. with a wave of nausea taking over, you see chishiya moving further from the crowd- lifting his hand to speak into the device.

there’s no way chishiya could’ve planned for this situation days in advanced. something is very wrong, and you know chishiya doesn’t avoid risk. let alone sacrifice.

you push past the people in the crowded room- escaping the eyes of the riled up executives- to search for the missing duo.

you decide to look in the conference room, and you step up the stairs, hoping the soft soles of your slippers muffle out your hurried walk.

you don’t see- nor hear usagi or arisu. but you hear movement. a set of it above you.

hatters lounge?

you waste no time, but when you arrive to the hallway- you see youre too late- and your suspicions towards chishiya were entirely confirmed.

every person outside of the room holds guns in their hands, strapped into their clothes, and you can hear usagis sobs and pleads as they carry her fighting body.

he set them up.

it was all a trap.

you decide that however you feel about your blonde friend doesn’t matter at this point, rather- you need to focus on the next move. you take solace in an indent in the hallway, hiding your presence to the beach leaders as they guffaw and loudly mock the two traitors. you know they’ll meet their deaths soon.

chishiya on the other hand, walks away- in thought and swelled with emotion he has never harbored. until he walks by your hideout- turning to see your face

he sees nothing but hate staring back at him, and though he thought he smiled at you- truly he knows he frowns at your switch in emotion towards him. he has destroyed your trust, and relationship.

you refuse to let him ruin others.

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch6 ch8

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warnings+notes: im so sorry for such a late update😭honestly i had such a hard time writing this chapter… its really bland and i was so unsure of where to go with this all and it seems to be overly detailed. but whatever!!! enjoy lol

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ

- RECRUIT

as your days in the beach progressed- kuina and chishiya have become your main sources of companionship, though you realize there’s quite a long way to go before you could be true friends. individually , it’s obvious you each have your own walls up- but it doesn’t stop kuina from encouraging you to join the carefree attitude that rampages through the beach. at night, she drops jokes about getting you a one-night stand with some of the (very) eager beach members- to which you scowl and shove her slightly as she chuckles. you can tell she’s a bit serious though. you decide to confide in another short glass of liquor instead- immersing yourself into the busy party scene outside as you lay back in a chair. kuina kicks off her flip flops- sighing as she rolls her shoulders back, mumbling something to you.

“what was that?”

she flinches a bit, but speaks again hesitantly “i just remembered chishiya wanted to speak to you..”

you nod, handing her your drink- and looking for your coverup, which you have found has landed somewhere in the middle of the pool.

“ugh.” you decide you’ll just head to your room after talking with chishiya, thanking kuina for letting you know

“where exactly am i going?” you say- and kuina puts her finger up to signal ‘wait a second’ as she downs the rest of your drink.

“conference room on your floor.” you begin to lazily walk over to the room

chishiya is getting annoyed.

he’s been waiting for over an hour since kuina left the room- claiming she would retrieve you. it’s past midnight now and he knows his time could be better spent fixing up his bootlegged weapons in his personal room. he’s irritated- and just begins packing up the book in his hands and unraveling his headphones. it’s as he puts the earbuds in- that the door cracks open, with a “chishiya?” as quiet as the wind.

he can feel his ear twitch- and he views you from the corner of his eye, smoothly turning as he returns his earbuds back to his pocket, slyly smiling at you.

“well it’s about time. were you just avoiding me? he jests, but you worry he secretly may have gotten such an intention and quickly speak to clear the air.

“w-what? no of course not- kuina was with me downstairs i was just trying t-“ he’s walked up to you now, eyeing you from under his dark lashes and smudged liner and cuts you off

“im just joking.” once he sees you take a breath of relief- he gets to the point. “i wanted to talk to you about the beach. do you like it here, truthfully?” this intrigues you, afterall- chishiya himself brought you to the community. you scrunch your brows- and he watches you process his question.

“i guess i dont mind it too much… but” you pause, and he notices the slightest quickening of your breath- eyes flickering to your chest.

“i dont like living… with all this anxiety about the militia… they all seem like they’ll snap at any moment” you speak lowly- as though the party downstairs could hear the treacherous words you exchange with chishiya. he hums, looking back up at your face with intensity.

“i’m going to leave the beach.”

his words threaten a gasp from you- this is traitor speech, punishable by every idea of torture hatter has ever thought of. “chishiya- what? how would you even pull that off- alive at that!” you whisper yell to him, and he has already turned his back to you to collect his things- ignoring your protests slightly.

“dont act like you wouldn’t join me.”

his words cause a silence.

its almost too intimate now, and despite you only knowing chishiya shortly- it ignites a fire of adrenaline inside of your bones as he watches you from his crouched place.

you try to talk- but he beats you to it. “kuina has already begun preparations.”

you blink for a second or two- wiping off the frazzled expression that sat there previously, realizing once again that there was a different person who actually conspired and knew chishiya better than you did. you bite your tongue, and just nod a bit ashamed.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“okay… tell me what’s the plan.”

chishiya feels a sour taste in his mouth- despite his clear joy on his usually stoic face at your reply.

he explains to you his elaborate idea- but you feel a sickening sense that he’s not telling you everything there is to know. and thats because he isn’t telling you it all. not even kuina knows he’s luring you into his own personal trap- you’ll be the one to investigate hatter’s personal room and get the cards. but chishiya knows better than to tell you it all, and decides its better not to dwell on the ‘what ifs’ of the plan.

its quiet- you can hardly process what he’s telling you, and you can feel the heavy pressure of the moment aggressively sit ontop of your shoulders while he observes your blank expression.

“where…” you begin but stop

“what is it?”

something about the question you wish to ask feels as though it crosses a boundary, you are barely acquaintances- yet it feels as though chishiya has been the one holding your hand throughout your life in the new world.

you clear your throat. “where would we go?”

he seems a bit shocked, and you know he understands your internal turmoil and hesitance towards asking the question. to chishiya, kuina and him would most likely have split- possibly meeting again during sporadic games. but the “we” implies you want to stick by him- and he admits, he wants to encourage the idea of that more than he’d like.

again- you feel the intimacy of being alone with chishiya, quiet exchanges in the dim lighting. chishiyas conflicted- but he decides not to relish on the idea that there would be a chance to get to know you better. his whole idea banks on you risking your life- even if you meet your end a bit too early. he feels nauseous, and suddenly can see every hair and pore on your arms- his eyes dilate and scan over your frame that is completed with a short frown. he doesnt lose notice on how you’ve found comfort in digging your fingers into the plush chair beside you in the middle of the room- and how he can feel his adams apple bump dryly against the rest of his throat.

“i dont know.”

the answer isnt truly good enough for you, because you know chishiya is random- and goes with the wind. but you also know he’s a planner, and if you’re supposedly a vital part of this- he would know the aftermath.

it makes you sick, but you tell him quietly that you agree to join him.

afterwards, you wash up- careful to treat your injury with grace, remembering chishiya’s guidance for recovery. faintly in your mind, you still feel his fingers dancing on your leg- eliciting sparks of joy between you both. normally, you’d feel stiff and disgusted, but the memory has a sort of fondness you would never think to associate with chishiya.

for him however, you’re beginning to be his own personal catalyst. chishiya cannot handle the variables you bring to the table- your support is an asset, but is starting to be his weakness. kuina and him are strictly business- sure they provide the other with company, but it is all surface level. however, with you- chishiya isn’t sure how to process your presence. hes bubbling over with guilt- but he cant help his admiration for you, it overwhelms him.

since that night, you’ve experienced another game- enduring a 2 hour agonizing experience with gross eyes on you from perverts, and sleek eyes and glasses from the #2 at the beach. only 4 survived out of 9- and you can feel burn marks and scratches coloring your body- one resting just beside your nose. that night, you properly met arisu- and reunited with the king hearted girl who calmed you after your game together, usagi. you didnt fail to notice how chishiya lingered his gaze on arisu- even from his high perch on the floor above the hallway you stood in with the two.

unbeknownst to you however- he stares at you longer. wondering if you’ve caught on with the way you’ve distanced from him slightly. he doesn’t like it, and he can’t risk that you’ve lost interest in committing to his plans. he decides to swiftly go downstairs to intervene the group of three beneath him, greeting them with a playful wave as he assumes a position beside you- causing your goosebumps to rise.

arisu continues to speak shyly and stiffly- enjoying when usagi controls the conversation that flows between you all. at some point- usagi catches on to the fact that chishiya does not actually want to speak to the entire group- but rather just you. with this- she just awkwardly laughs and bids you farewell

“oh i dont wanna keep you long- plus arisu and i need some food and just… look around here you know?” she says- and you agree

“oh of course! i’m sorry if you were trying to leave earlier- i get ahead of myself sometimes.” she just giggles before telling you it’s no problem- and soon after, she’s halfway down the hall with arisu on her tail.

it takes him a minute to say something in the silent hall, but chishiya turns to you smoothly “wanna walk around?”

you’re honestly bored- and up until recently, you’ve enjoyed your conversations with the blonde. he guides you back up the stairs- where the music gets almost fully silenced, and waits for you to initiate a conversation.

but you never do

and chishiya is starting to feel a bit on edge, frankly a bit awkward. the feeling is foreign to him- his mind has run rampant thinking about your last discussion.

you carry on- walking on the seemingly never ending staircase and ignoring the way chishiya’s back is overly straightened.

“what’s up?” you say, much to his relief. he stops, leaning against the wall of the staircase as you halt your steps. “are you having doubts?”

you can feel your brows scrunching at his question, and though you feel nausea whenever you think about betraying the beach- you cant bring yourself to admit it to chishiya.

“no. why would i?”

“youre lying to me.” hes quick, and sharp- and it makes your breathing cut short.

“im not”

“youre lying again.”

a beat passes, and then another. then you reply

“we’re down to almost no games, its been too quiet here. somethings wrong.” you’re deflecting, he knows it.

“and?”

“and,” you can hardly breathe “i know you’re lying to me.”

chishiya doesn’t miss the way your eyes plead with him, begging him to say ‘of course not! i would never do that to you’. but chishiya knows he can’t say those words, not to you.

so he makes a different decision- to him, this is the only way he can feel at ease.

“i don’t want you participating in this anymore.”

now you’re confused, wasn’t he just adamant about being involved in this together? “chishiya-“

“i think it would be better for us all if we limited our interactions. i have to focus on perfecting details, i cant have you getting in my way.” he speaks harshly. you can feel something inside of you getting rotten, molding and making you sick when you look at chishiya- who now gazes at you dismissively.

watching you, he knows he has potentially made an incredible mistake- but he doesn’t want to risk you if you were to die to the hands of the militants. he has seen arisu perform in complex scenarios, analyzing his problem solving skills and reaction time- and he has no issue with recruiting him as your replacement.

but he has an issue with the way you’re beginning to pale, and how your eyes shift to darkness as you look at him differently within seconds of him speaking.

“can i ask why?”

he doesn’t even know what he can scrape up as an excuse

“did i, cross a line with you?” you say, and your voice seems so small he could confuse it for a distant bird song.

“no” he speaks- sharing the same quiet and frail tone as you.

its so unlike him

“then why are you making such a haste decision i dont get it..!” despite your loud tone, chishiya doesnt flinch- rather he briefly looks at the surroundings before continuing

“it’s not haste. i should’ve never told you about this in the first pla-“

“why? so you could just leave me here while you and kuina get to run off into the sunset?”

“what does that even mean.”

“it means you don’t care if i were to die! it wouldn’t matter to you because you’d just shrug it off and go be a smartass somewhere else.”

he just looks at you solemnly while you come back to earth from your heated reply

“of course i would care.”

its simple, but it hits so hard

“then why are you pushing me away?”

“because arisu is better suited for this than you could be.”

you back up slightly, shuddering when you feel the cool wall

“i see.”

he shoves his hands into his pocket, gripping onto the lining to stabilize the trembling

“this is merely strategy. hes sharp. quiet, and he has some connections that i can use to our advantage.” somehow you know, when chishiya says ‘our’, he is not referring to you and him

you just nod, and finally accept the truth he serves to you.

“i hope you’re making the right decision chishiya.”

“i always do y/n.”

he feels his breath quicken while he walks downstairs past your silent figure- needing his room to expose his panic in isolation.

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch5 ch7

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warnings + notes: idk drowning??? burning???i cant make a fanfic guys i literally suck at writing god… the entire chapter is just the game… xoxo filler chapter. but a bit of little friendly bantering at the end. dw we gna speed this up real soon i swear.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

-CENSUS

the air in the room is cold, removing the jacket that covered the swim-top hatter ordered you wear. the girl beside you begins breathing exercises, filling her lungs in with air before quickly exhaling a total of three times.

you attempt to raise the volume of the headset before hearing a sharp screech of connection and a string of “hello? can you hear me- hello?”’s. you simply nod as you adjust the headset and shake off your shoes. tatta sighs on the other end of the screen, and chishiya leans forward to grip onto the silver, thick mic on the panel

“tell us what you find, we can work from there. there’s too many variables on this end to figure out what the answer is”

the girl wastes no time, she deeply inhales one again before gracefully diving into the depths of the dark water. you admit you’re not as brave as her, and it takes you a second before you say ‘fuck it’ and follow after her.

the water feels strange, it makes your bones shiver- and the deeper you go, the heavier it feels against your body. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it felt like swimming in tar.

you can barely see in the water, just shadows of kicking feet in front of you before feeling your shoulder knock into something hard. you can’t help but silently yelp out in the water- losing your precious air- but you hold onto the metal plate you slammed onto to stabilize yourself. you’re about to continue your search, until you feel indents onto the plate. you reach for the phone in your pocket, and use the countdown from 28 minutes to shine onto the dark plate.

11

there’s no way of alerting your partner that you’ve found a piece to your puzzle, she’s gone further than you’ll be able to manage- and you decide she’ll learn once she resurfaces for a breath. you turn quickly, fighting the thickness of the water to go towards the light of the opening into the room. at 27 minutes you catch a breath, and haphazardly click onto the headset- finally able to speak to your teammates.

“i found- i found something. 11, thats all it said.” the man nods, and turns to move furniture in the other room- looking amongst magazines. chishiya has a faint look of relief on his face, moving from the mic to speak to tatta. you cannot hear a single word they say- until chishiya hits the mic

“keep going.”

and you do, you dive right back in- not even bothering to get a proper breath and just begin to swim blindly. this time, you keep an arm out- searching for obstacles that will give you any clue. the girl swims past you quickly- needing to breathe badly after being underwater for over 2 minutes. you can hear her talk muffled over your headset, and hear chishiya replying. they talk for a while- and it bothers you slightly. what did she find that was so important? you came back first anyways. you ignore the questions once you feel your elbow graze a thin cut of metal. to your upper right, is a jagged edge lodged into the corner of an eroded rock- etched on-top of it is the number 6

you push yourself off the rock to gain momentum to reach the surface once again to deliver the news- feeling the bubbling air emanate from your nose the closer you get to the opening.

you grip onto the edge of the opening, just breathing, ignoring the conversation that occurs in the headset- letting your eyes focus back into the bright overhead light of the room. the girl is standing against the glass screen, locking eyes with the man as they talk about theories. you scan the room- and notice something is different. while you were gone for no more than a minute, a metal sheet in the wall has produced its own panel- assuming its for your own idea of what the code and order is.

“forget that! maybe it’s the recording studio? do they mention top artists produced here?”

“how the fuck do you expect me to know what that is? you think the gamemakers are just gonna tell us that !” the man argues with her, and she scoffs- muttering curses at him before catching you perched below.

“did you get anything ?” you just nod, shifting up before telling her ‘6’, to which she repeats in her headset.

“makes no sense to keep going back down there- i dont even know if we’re going to remember all the numbers accurately.” tatta says to chishiya, who has left the mic on. he softly nods- getting up to open a filing cabinet in the back. your hair feels as though it is going to stiffen - and you’re shivering from the cool air and the water stuck on your skin. “what are the magazines?” you speak into the headset, the men just look at you from the other end, waiting for you continue.

“are they from the same company- is it based on the issues of the magazine?” the man in the corner brings a stack of magazines to the top on the control panel, and the girl climbs ontop of the now empty headset table to see the magazines better from the other side of the glass.

he’s flipping through, at least 4- until he starts on the 5th one and stops immediately before speaking .

“different brands and topics. these three are about car sales,manufacturers, and racers. these two are social gossip ones- none of them have 11, 4, or 6 as their issue number.”

4? so thats the one she found.

you can’t help but huffing out a bit, a bit frustrated at the fact that despite it being a clubs game, its starting to feel a bit more like diamonds. you can notice chishiya focusing on a specific paragraph in one of the discarded magazines. his brows have furrowed, and his eyes are rapidly scanning the page. you know he’s finding a pattern. “chishiya”

he looks up at you, confused

“the time is running, we need to look for the other numbers.” he sighs, huffing into the mic “alright, but after you both get a number-you’re in charge of remembering it. “ “of course”

the girl and you go back in.

you pass by the number 4 plate- ignoring the way your arm begins to ache from the pressure of the water and the bruise that’s forming from before. you both go your own ways, you lean to the left side of the cove while she covers the right.

you can feel your own jolts from your body, begging for some air- but you continue to push through until you can find something. it’s until your arm comes into contact with a plate directly in front of you that you realize how deep you’ve gone. you hold onto the plate, trying to use the phone as a source of light but the light hardly hits the plate. 20 minutes left, and you put the phone back away- starting to run your fingers over the plate to feel the number.

3..? no, 8.

you can feel the obvious loop of the number and realize it is infact an 8- and immediately make your way back. you’re slightly struggling, jolting again like an injured fish as you search for the cove’s entrance before finally finding it. you break through with a gasp, throwing your headset onto the ground in front of you while you just breathe for a bit. the girl had came up before you, and she looks at you with high concern, patting your back from her place above the ground. you hoarse out an ‘8’ and she nods, relaying the message once again and you can faintly hear the yell of frustration from her headset.

you hate to admit it, but it takes you a little while to recollect yourself and tie your brain back to reality. and when you do, you make the wasted time count. your partner had went down a second time- and came back with nothing new. the only numbers you’ve found were 11, 4, 8, 6, and 12- but your counterparts are hardly figuring out the order to the 6 number code, one of which you’re missing.

you grab your headset and lunge yourself out of the water, shoving it back on and ignoring the chill of goosebumps cursing your arms as you jump onto the table against the glass, clicking onto the connection to speak on the headset microphone

“let me see the magazine articles, you guys look for other hints.” tatta switches seats with chishiya, holding the magazine shakily in front of you as you quickly skim over the details- ignoring the glares of contrasting light enveloping the pages. you dont say much- only short, curt commands of ’ turn’ and ‘next’, hoping to find a common factor.

and you think you’ve found it.

at 13 minutes, your partner is resting, rubbing her chest as she breathes in air and practices exercises before she sends herself back into the dense cove soon.

“countries.”

you say, but it doesn’t exactly resonate in your mind until a few beats later. “there’s always an article mentioning a country…”

tatta looks at you a bit confused, while chishiya just stares at you from his place- seemingly have figured it out already on his own.

“in the first two magazines- there was a writer who discussed about agricultural updates and also economics in indonesia. this one is mentioning a celebrity who talks about their home country of nigeria for at least three paragraphs. the one before that was about japan’s best international car sales and placements.”

the man who had been in his own world tunes in, practically running to the microphone “so, just look for countries? is that what you’re saying.. test our geography?”

“maybe not geography itself.. but that’s the only common factor here, if this is the only thing you guys have found then it has to be tied into this” the two young men nod, and chishiya gives you his own look of praise that makes you swell with self confidence.

“i’m going to help look for the last digit, let us know what you find”

they acknowledge your statement loosely, and you brace yourself for another encounter with the deep sea.

your partner looks at you briefly, before she dips back into the water- knowing you are to follow soon behind her.

you grip onto your headset as you kick your feet in the thick waters with newfound adrenaline at 8 minutes- ignoring the odd feeling of your sweatpants grazing against your legs. you have to run your fingers over a couple of plates- locating the 12 and 6 plates until you shuffle around and nearly head-bump into a third plate. you quickly attack the plate with your touch, feeling the tips of your fingers run over the smoothened and buffed imprint of the number 1. you’re grateful, you located the last digit for the code- but unfortunately you’re so far deep you admit you’ve forgotten which direction you came from, and you’re losing that energy. you can feel your head burn with anxiety, and try to suppress it to preserve any breaths. you flutter your eyes to gain new focus on your surroundings- just trying to poorly make out the shapes and shadows of the depths of the water. you decide to swim upwards. and follow the top of the metal cove.

it takes all your strength and self control to not give up and try to breathe under the suffocation of the water- but after 3 minutes you’re jolting again, panicking that maybe you’re following the metal hinges to the wrong place.

until you cut your knee into the number 6 plate’s sharped jagged edge- and you can finally recall the area, quickly moving in the cove to turn and see the overhead light of the recording room. you’re already bubbling and gasping before you hit the surface, feeling hot liquid come up your throat before harshly coughing up nothing but panic on the floor.

you grab for your headset, feeling it on your neck now and shakily put it up to your head and rested onto your ears

“y/n are yo-“

“its one. the last number. what are the countries?” you can’t wait to get out, you need to find the connection between them now.

they put a scribbled piece of paper to the glass wall, and your teammate helps you up to view it.

indonesia, nigeria, palestine, japan, ethiopia, brazil, india, russia, united states, mexico, italy, bangladesh.

what the hell?

none of the countries were even tied together to the same continent… and every magazine is a separate entity altogether.

it irks you how chishiya stares at you under his lashes, waiting for your move while he simply basks in the glory of observing your trial.

“what are the dates?”

the man questions you , to which you give a short reply- just eager to get it over with. “the articles! what are the dates? put them in order.” tatta and the man do as you say, and your teammate questions you after you click off the microphone on your headset

“what are you thinking? no offense but i dont exactly like the idea of us dying because its your game run” shes right, you know that even in the afterlife- you’d face eternal shame and damnation if it turned out to be your fault for causing a game over.

“hey! here quick!” the man yells into the headset- shaking off your private conversation as you both separately click the headset mic on.

you just stare at the array of paragraphs- losing yourself to the words on the pages. they were so different, talking about anything and everything that differed from the next.

“hey tatta… you read these right?” he nods and you climb back on the table. “tatta, tell me about the car sales for japan.”

“how does this even remotely help! come on a lesso-“

“sh.” chishiya’s hum of command is recognizable to you- and you can feel your ears twitch at the sound of it. the man shuts up quickly, sneering at the blonde while tatta begins his summary to you as you continue to read.

“w-well… it said that toyota continued to be the leading manufacturer… uhm somewhat over a million sales just last year here in japan. what else uhm…” he looks at his lap ,unsure “uh… like…68% of japan’s population owns a conventional vehicle? making it the reason toyota is such a-“

“wait.”

chishiyas face flickers, you can sense it even though you dont look at him

“whats indias article..?” you search for it until you find it

‘india’s homeowners census revealed that over 50% of the nation- nearly 62%- own their homes, while a staggering 13% rent!’

you run your eyes over the articles- finding that 9 of the articles all discuss one common factor

“population. its about populations.”

your teammate gasps, finally realizing it with you

“g-get rid of brazil’s article! its just a fashion recap of the show from two months ago!” she orders and the man across from her easily throws it behind them.

nigeria, japan, india, russia, united states, indonesia, bangladesh, palestine, ethiopia, and mexico are the only countries left.

“these are all in order right tatta? from when they were published?” he nods eagerly, fixing up the line-up as you humm nervously.

“india is the leading country in population- its number 1. india is the third article published… 1 is the third in the sequence.”

“united states is 3rd in world population no?” the girl says , quickly turning to you

“yes, but we didn’t find a three… so the united states isnt part of the sequence.” like clockwork, the man discards of the u.s. article, pushing the other magazines together.

“bangladesh, i remember doing a report on it for a humanities class in college” the man says, staring at the article- “its 8th in the running for population”

you continue to rack each other’s brains- putting russia, palestine, and mexico’s magazines to the side after guessing their placements.

you glance at the chicken scratch tatta managed to etch onto the paper- the code sequence there at 2minutes left on the countdown.

6 , 12 , 1 , 4 , 8 , 11

“perfect! let’s try it!” your teammate is the most excited of all, running to your control panel before you can even speak to argue with her about the choice. she enters the code, before screaming as the control panel sparks and bursts into flames on her hand- and you immediately cover her hand in the jacket you wore previously- dunking her hand into the gross water as she dryly sobs

ATTEMPT 1 USED: WRONG SEQUENCE.

ONE ATTEMPT LEFT

1 MINUTE 13 SECONDS

“you said it was right! whats wrong with you!” she screams at you with hate, and you faintly hear chishiya getting out of his chair to sit at the control panel- the other two men now gone from it as they take their frustrations and panic on the secured room

the girl shrugs your hands off her- viciously tossing her headset into the water as she loudly cries

he leans into the microphone, whispering- though you can hear his deeply raspy voice incredibly clear

“were all the numbers right?”

“of course they were right, chishiya. i saw them myself! and i triple checked the ones i couldn’t see why would it be wr-“

he cuts you off

“were they all. right? were they all…in the same way?” he stares at you, begging you to understand his desperate hint as the clock ticks.

the same way? what does that even mean

you can feel the wear and tear of this experience- your body aches, and you can tell your hair is matting. your bruise on your shoulder and cut on the knee plagues your thought process

the bruise

the cut

the only plate that stuck out to cut you

was number 6

‘were they all. right? were they all…in the same way?’

the 6… its a 9.

“oh my god!” you view the notes again before rabidly speaking. russia was the 9th in population- making it the third in the sequence-

“the code! its 12 , 1 , 9 , 4 , 8 , 11”

tatta looks at you confused, until chishiya urges him to put the code in- he clumsily hits the panel keys, entering the code at the final 42 seconds on the countdown.

you can breathe, way better than you could ever thought of even when you were nearly drowning. the voice ringing GAME CLEAR brings you joy- indescribable joy as you laugh in shock, your teammate also stunned and amazed at the congratulations by the system. she lunges at you, sobbing into a hug. the water has long stolen her scent of weed- and replaced it with a plastic-metallic smell you know you share with her. your knee buckles as you help her up, the thickened blood from your cut building up on its dried layers.

the metal door separating the rest of your crew flings open, and the man helps you with fixing her hair and clothes while she rolls her wrist over and over.

chishiya stands the furthest from you, but greets you the warmest- a smile on his face.

he can’t wait to put your skills to use in this plan.

“hey doctor-“

“don’t call me that” he says, rolling his eyes as he flips the page in his book

you just disregard his statement and continue

“would you say this is healing up pretty well?” you nearly kick your leg onto his, your now colorful knee coming into his peripheral view as he reacts with disgust. “get that away from me y/n”

“come on! seriously its super sore..” you say, fiddling with the end of the lettuce trimmed swim-skirt- and he sighs, shutting the book with a random napkin as a bookmark

he pulls the leg closer to his torso, much to your surprise, and leans to examine it stoically. you feel slightly uncomfortable- feeling his warm hands hold down your thigh and you’re secretly wondering if you should’ve shaved this morning.

“to be honest, it kind of just looks really gross.”

“thanks.”

“i mean it, it literally looks awful what are you doing to it?” you just snatch your leg from him- or at least try to. he holds the leg with random strength you didnt think this twig of a man had- his smirk adding to the damage.

“ive been wiping it with alcohol! and that shit hurts like hell! you would know!!” you successfully reunite your leg with the other, crossing your arms as chishiya reaches for his book once again

“sure, you’ll be fine then. just avoid going into the pool.”

“be serious with me chishiya,” he looks at you from the corner of his eyes “ do you honestly think id swim in that pool?” he rolls his eyes, but you continue- leaning to whisper in his ear

“do you know how many people fuck in there?? i feel like i’d be reliving my journey to the womb..” he stifles a laugh- but it transforms into a snort and he regrets reacting as a whole once the noise escapes him

“you did not-“

“shut up.”

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

-a chishiya series ch4 ch6

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warnings + notes: sorry i took forever >< just mentions of alcohol and weed… idk what else tbh i made this at 3am lol bye

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

- THREE OF CLUBS

you’ve been tapping the heels of your feet onto the floor for nearly 30 minutes, replaying a rhythm you are unable to remember. to others, it just plays off as though you’re enjoying the party music that assaults your senses- but in actuality, you’re arguing with it. though you try, you cannot combat the obnoxious noise that shakes through your body.

“hey” his slightly raspy voice makes you jump, but chishiya seems as though he was aiming for that reaction.

“dont sneak up on me like that…” you’re holding your hand to your heart while he smirks, sitting on the beach chair beside you in front of the pool

“it was a perfect moment. what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be sleeping?” hes right, its still dark outside- and you’re not exactly thriving in the club areas. you’re not exactly sure why you’re not in your room either, or possibly exploring the resort.

“i just wanted to not be alone i suppose”. it seems sadder than it is, but you like the feeling of being alone, not being lonely. and if sitting by rabid beach members alleviates that loneliness- then you’ll welcome it gladly.

chishiya plays it off like he understands, but he honestly doesn’t. he thrives off of his own self, and he rarely can tolerate being around more than 3 people at once, let alone a crowd. to him, he has no benefit from being around others- especially if they’re overbearing like the majority of those in the beach. it just simply isnt his scene.

“if you say so.”

neither of you speak, simply sitting there beside each other as the wind blows tougher, and you can sense chishiya has ran back to the comfort of his own mind. its odd, he seems to always be in thought- but youre too freshly involved to get to ask him what it is he’s debating inside.

chishiya knows he’s ethically wrong for this, he took an oath to do no evil, yet here he was- sitting beside you as though he is your friend while mapping out an idea that will most likely get you killed for his own benefits. and he thinks he’ll start to take advantage of the things you’re opening up to him about. it doesn’t make him feel too good, but he stands up and looks at you before speaking

“come with me.”

chishiya leads you up a wounding tower of stairs, and you secretly wonder if he decided not to use the elevator just to make fun of you losing your breath over climbing up multiple stories. eventually, you hit the top of the stairs, and he forces open a metal door, leading straight to the roof.

“oh wow!” you’re impressed. the view from the roof is beautiful, and the people downstairs seem so small and little. from here, you can see the greenery attacking the city- and somehow it is comforting.

however, you get the feeling chishiya hasn’t led you up here to show off the new world to you. the air is tenser than before, and uncertainty runs deep inside of you.

he notices the atmosphere as well, and moves a bit closer to you to whisper, as though the people on the ground can hear his words.

“hatter will want to see what you’re capable of soon. i know your visa has days left, but he needs to know what you can bring to the table.”

“i didn’t know i needed to audition for some guy. and we had a game together, can’t you just vouch for me?” you’d rather not get thrown into another murderous game so quickly- you have only had such little time to recover mentally, and now you had to join another potential bloodbath? you don’t bother to look at chishiya, you’re already becoming absorbed by the mass possibilities of what this future game will present you with. he just observes you, noticing how you begin to bite on the inside of your cheek and cracking your knuckles in front of you.

the actions bother him, your anxious mood making him furrow his brows and gnaw on his lip, and after a long silence- chishiya betrays his own self by replying to you

“i’ll find a way to get us together when the day comes.” though the sentence is short, and the blonde immediately begins to walk away after speaking, you know in your own way that chishiya wants to give you his support.

the days leading up until your next game go by fast, and chishiya notices how uncharacteristic he begins to behave. he actively searches for you throughout the day, and with every small moment you learn more about him.

he tells you about how he mainly practices in a pediatric hospital, but strays from the conversation of his own younger memories. finding that you have a unique interest in reading, you both begin to venture for books within the conference rooms of the resort. you admit that your confidant helps you with the budding anxiety of the inevitable game- and you’ve been able to branch out to others as well. kuina has been a common late-night partner of yours, with her it feels as though you are meeting a friend in the true world. your conversations are light and airy, but you both connect on an emotional level as well with ease.

kuina has helped you to meet others as well- like the boy with the cap you saw in your last game, who’s name you’ve learned is tatta. with him, he seems to follow more of ann’s directions- you can’t blame him, she’s probably one of the least intimidating executives the beach has.

you can hear the horns and yelling downstairs, and you recognize it as the time for the late night games. soon after, there’s a knocking on your door. you don’t have to think about who it is, and you only pray that he managed to get you both in the hellsent game together.

when you open your door, chishiya’s face is unreadable. he observes you from under his white hood, zipper head grazing his lower sternum- and is that eyeliner…?

he just nods his head as a greeting, giving a low wave you as you mumble a “hi” and close the door behind you. you hid the bottom of your swimsuit with the sweatpants you had worn before, and an athletic jacket ontop. chishiya doesn’t wait for you, and starts to walk towards the elevator on your floor- speaking without bothering to look at you.

“i tried my best, tatta will be joining us.”

this is all he says to you, he doesn’t even reply to your thanks, simply staring forward at the elevator doors. you get a sense of deja vu from the experience.

if you thought the silence from your room to the lobby was killer, the ride to the game itself made you claustrophobic.

you could feel the alcoholism from the man sitting in the passenger seat, emanating from his breath and marinating into the roughened seats of the car. his loud guffaws while he told some falsified story of his previous games to the stoned girl that sat beside you in the backseat who simply egged on his already high ego. chishiya sits on your right side, but stares out the car window with his music playing- and tatta drives the car stiffly. you can read the nervousness in his eyes when he looks into the rear mirror and sees your face before quickly paying attention to the road once more.

you’re rather uncomfortable, shuffling more towards chishiya once the girl next to you begins to start talking with her hands- and making obscene motions. chishiya practically hugs the car door so you dont touch his shoulder, and you try your best not to. the air is stifling, and you just resort to closing your eyes while shaking your leg to try and calm yourself. you can faintly hear chishiya’s music that he’s been blasting in his ears, and try to focus on that instead of the drunk dude in the front talking about how he screwed some chick a day ago.

secretly, chishiya notices this- he sees how your leg starts to bounce to the rhythm of his old music, and your breaths have gone into harmony with his own. he simply just raises the volume more, ignoring the slight discomfort he begins to experience from the loudness.

when you arrive, the game arena simply seems like a recording studio. its when you grab a phone the counter, that you notice something is different. the phones are protected in casing- and the individual mic room has metal flooring and rusted metal walls. tatta stands beside you, following your line of sight and also seeing the thick metal hinges on the bottom of the other room, unlike the red carpet of the studio where you are directed into.

there are buttons and microphones lodged into the silver counter in the studio, a mesh cover sits over a thick, soundproof, glass window into the other room, joined by a thick metal door on the left.

the girl speaks, her hair moving upwards as she begins to clip it up. “is this going to be some sort of skill game? we doing karaoke here or something?” she laughs, and the drunken man shakes his head- quickly sobering up as compared to his behavior in the vehicle not too long ago.

“something’s up, that door is too thick for something as trivial as that.” he’s right, the door is to protect those in the room- or maybe , hold whatever is in the other room back.

GAME REGISTRATION CLOSED! THERE ARE FIVE PLAYERS, THE GAME WILL NOW BEGIN.

you can hardly pay attention, because the tiny arena begins to creek loudly- and as the feminine robotic voice continues her spoken instructions, you lift your head up to view the studio.

the recording room’s metal floor has begun to open up, and water rises to meet the hinges of the flooring. there is no light, just dark water in the opening of the floor.

DIFFICULTY: 3 OF CLUBS!

RULES: FIND THE CODES AND INPUT THEM INTO THE CORRECT ORDER. THE SET WILL BE FOUND UNDERWATER, AND THE ORDER IS WITHIN THE CONTROL STUDIO. YOU HAVE TWO CHANCES TO PUT THE CORRECT CODE ORDER IN. AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE MUST BE IN EACH ROOM AT ALL TIMES. AFTER 30 MINUTES, IF NEITHER ATTEMPT IS CORRECT, IT WILL BE A GAME OVER AND BOTH ROOMS WILL BE GASSED.

30 minutes to move in the dark? were these codes supposed to be divine messages from some guardian angel ?

chishiya wastes no time, quickly moving a swivel chair as the phones begin to count down from 5 minutes- 5minutes to decide who will be in each room.

he begins searching the room like a maniac- even though tatta shyly calls his name.

“chishiya… we need to uhm, figure out how this is going to work.” he simply lets out a gruff “uhuh” while tossing some old vinyls in a box to the floor.

“well nice to know youre helpful! now i’m not that great at swimming- i grew up on the countryside so i dont think im the best bet for this. how about you eh?” the drunk man nudges the younger lady- her eyes dizzy with a reply to his taller stature.

“well… i did middle school swim club … but that was before i moved away-“ he wastes no time, grabbing her wrist and forcefully dragging her towards the metal door despite her protests. “then you’re perfect for the job! who else?!” he scans the room, landing his gaze on you. “can you swim?”

theres about 2 minutes left on the countdown and you resist letting out a laugh in his face. “so are you determining people’s roles now? it seems like you’re just trying to deflect having a role in this altogether.” you say, avoiding answering his question.

he seems ticked off, sneering as he walks closer to you- making you look up at him but your stare doesn’t waver. “you know what, i recall someone saying this was hatter’s game run for you…” he eyes you, looking down at your body and back at your face “so who better to fill the empty spot than you..!”

you can feel your heart drop a little, but internally- you know you should’ve expected it. chishiya eyes you from the side of the room, subtly nodding his head and you know you’ve hit a wall.

the gravity of the situation doesn’t hit until the countdown ends, and the metal door slamming against the wall and locking shut isolates you and the other girl from the three men in the other room. it is silent, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot hear those in the control room.

the girl’s arm is shaking, and you’re not exactly confident in the abilities she has to carry this game to its end.

in front of the glass window, is a table with two headsets- and you hand the girl the other one. chishiya looks at you from his seat behind the control panel, eyes behind the mesh cover of the glass window. he has pity for you.

GAME START

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch3 ch5

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warnings + notes: not much happening here!! just mentions of sex and whatnot… chapter is kinda plain i cant lie

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ:

- GAME START

chishiya has to rope himself down to reality multiple times. his first impression of you made him feel his throat and heart clench- even though you looked ragged from this world.

but now, after he’s successfully dragged you into his beginning phase of his scheme against the beach- he’s partially worried on how focus he’ll remain on this mission. somehow, he wishes you chose a regular swimsuit bottom, the short swim-skirt makes his mind freeze as he sees it shift whenever you walk. he’s not complaining, but at the same time- the priority is to subtly get you to join his ploy.

he’s briefly mentioned it to kuina, a night where he escorted her to her room after she enjoyed one too many drinks- he’s not even fully sure if she’s genuine about her participation in the plan either.

he gives you a sly smile when you walk up, holding onto your arms and squeezing past the people flooding the beach.

“hey, so…” your slight nervousness amuses him. “do you mind showing me around, i’m actually a bit hungry and lost and you’re the only person i know here.”

chishiya isn’t sure why, but hearing that you need to depend on him makes him smile bigger- but he dismisses the expression quickly. he’s a man of little words, and just says “sure” before motioning with his hand to follow him.

the music blares intensely, and you’re amazed at how high the speakers go. you pass by the club scene, and you were very grateful for not staying longer than necessary. in every corner, people were on top of each other- moaning in their mouths. its highly uncomfortable for you, and you shuffle further down by chishiya just trying to get away.

“im starting to think you had me join a sex ring chishiya..” he laughs a bit, before turning to look at you “how come?”

“well first off.. we get here and that nani dude says you’re gonna have fun !”

“do you mean niragi? and i have my own fun, very much far away from all the loud and dirty people.”

you cringe a bit at hearing that you said the wrong name, but continue. “well then you leave me in a room with that freako hatter! he nearly fucked the girl in front of me.. and he was looking at me like i was next.” chishiya notices your shivers during ur recount, and he frowns a bit.

“if i could’ve stayed with you, i would’ve.”

he speaks lightly, and for some reason.. this affects you strongly

finally you arrive at the food bar- meals loitering the counters and tables, but none look appetizing.

“it’s the best they can do, most of it all is canned food, we don’t have many hunters here.” he speaks, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and following behind you as you browse your options.

you hum as a reply, acknowledging his comment, and he’s right… the options and appearances of the plates seem to mediocre at best, but you grab the plate of rice and beans anyways.

chishiya is deep in thought, more than you’ve seen within your short time of knowing him. but he’s thinking of the best approach to start luring you in as his bait .

“hey chishiya” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“whats up?”

“what did you do before… this ?” you motion to the sky, face contorted with curiosity. chishiya debates his response to you, how much exactly should he let you know about? he doesn’t exactly care for telling you anything about himself frankly, but despite the pessimism- he clears his throat and brings his hands out of his pocket once you sit at a booth.

“im a senior medical student, so far ive had the most experience out of my peers. ive been assisting in multiple patient cases. i’ll complete my studies quite soon actually.” chishiya doesnt realize hes spoken more than he intended, he honestly just was going to leave it at ‘im a senior medical student’- but looking at you makes him a bit more vocal.

you nod with awe, “wow! thats so cool, wish i had gone to school for something helpful like that.”

“what did you go for?”

“business.”

he laughs- and you scowl a bit and roughly scrape at your plate and eat some of your dinner

“what do you plan on doing with that?” he says, coming down from his giggles. you just shrug, mumbling your response.

“dont know, actually i went to an interview the day i got here. wanted to work in account files for a law firm.” chishiya nods “that seems promising, hope when you get out you score the job.”

you smile and thank him, and chishiya is internally kicking his brain hard. hes being too friendly for his own liking and its rather unsettling him.

he decides on staying silent after that, and you both sit in a comfortable silence as you eat- and he lays back across from you, resuming his music. every now and then, he looks at you subtly, staring at your lashes, nose and cheeks. he admits he finds you attractive.

the sky dims more, and ironically- you can hear more people join the party nearby. it’s honestly starting to give you a headache. a woman walks into the room, legs slender and tall and her locs flow behind her as she walks up to your table.

“chishiya. where have you been?” she asks your companion, and you begin to feel as though you’re being shut out slightly.

“ah, been helpin��� out the newest beach member.” the woman turns her head confused, but then lights up with shock when she meets your eyes.

“oh! you’re so pretty!” youre stunned, and you cant hide a bashful smile as you laugh a bit.

“oh thank you.. though im looking rather rough recently. you’re gorgeous though!” the woman’s heart swells and she smiles back, the cigarette butt between her teeth bouncing slightly.

she sticks her hand out towards you, “kuina” you shake it softly and introduce yourself, and begin to move down the booth to invite her to sit before chishiya cuts you off

“dont, shes not staying.” he says cooly, not even looking at you but rather kuina.

kuina raises an eyebrow, and chishiya gets up

“get back to your room safely. i’ll see you soon. “ his hands confide in his pockets and he walks out of the dining area, leaving kuina a few feet behind.

she quickly bids you goodnight and says how happy she is to have met you, and follows chishiya quickly.

you’re really confused, where are the two going? why are they leaving you alone… and what on earth are they doing?

you decide theres too many possibilities, some of which youd rather not know about or imagine- and choose to throw your now empty plate out and head back to bed.

chishiya is trying his best not to snap at kuina as she persistently inquires him about you.

“how’d you meet her?”

“a game.”

“oh? i doubt you helped her like some knight in armor” he sneers at her comment, “ah kuina you know me so well” she shrugs her shoulders as they step closer to the planning room.

“just don’t get why she hasn’t branched out to someone a bit more welcoming.”

though to another person, this would seem insulting, chishiya knows kuina well enough to know she’s being genuine- and knows his behavior quite well. he secretly agrees with her, he’s not exactly some warm and gentle person- and maybe you’d be better off with someone who is. but he can’t risk you meeting people and becoming attached, he needs you afterall for the plan to continue.

deep inside though, he enjoys the fact that he’ll get to see you so often.

[murdocking]

is it just me or have you guys had that moment where you finally found a fanfic series fits all your desires and genres and then it ends up being an oc or first person. cus one thing bout me is i cannot get into a first person fic😓😓

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch2 ch4

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warnings + notes: mentions of sex… n*ragi…😒 just getting to the beach and getting used to chishiya. this one is short be grateful

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ:

- THE BEACH

you learned quickly that chishiya was very different from anyone you’ve met. he cooly serves truthful jabs of venom at people as though hes speaking of the weather. but you tried to cling onto the bare of companionship by offering him food and water you had packed- but he refused everytime.

“do you already have somewhere to stay?”

“yes. and it is not here.”

he continues to walk away from you, as he’s been doing for the past 2 miles since you’ve left the game arena.

“well… where is it then?” he sighs out, and you feel that you’re beginning to really annoy him at this point. “far from here.”

“how far?”

“whats with all the questions? don’t you ever stay quiet” he furrows his brows, stopping to look at you while he speaks.

chishiya seems to be like a sensitive brat, any sentence over 3 words makes him decay inside- and he’s kind of right. you have been asking him random questions this whole time.

“well i just want to… get to know you better maybe. you’re the first person i’ve been able to speak for more than 10 minutes to since i got here.” he chuckles a bit before lightly saying “they probably died to get away from you.”

ouch

but chishiya lets his own voice sink in and he realizes the cruelty of his words and cringes a bit inside, turning quickly and resuming his walk, “are you planning on following me like some creep?”

you take this as an invitation

“maybe…” though you can’t see him clearly, his hood blocking his face and the moonlight sky being the only source of light- chishiya seems slightly pleased by this response.

its dark, and cold. but only for a little while. when chishiya leads you past a certain corner, thats when you see it.

a hotel resort, brightly shining across the way. you can hear faint music playing and girls jumping and giggling.

“come on” he continues to guide you to the mysterious place’s entrance- not before running into a stranger. his face makes your arms tingle with nerves and fear.

“oh chishiya? you planning on having fun tonight huh?” he leans and rolls his shoulders under the rifle he carries, chuckling just inches away from your face. you feel queasy, his eyes stare and check you out with evil- and you wonder just what did chishiya get you into.

“no niragi. we’re going to see hatter, she’d like to join the beach.”

the beach?

niragi tsks, and leans back before looking at you dead in the eye despite speaking to his beach counterpart. “can’t wait to see her here then. dont be greedy either chishiya”

the creepy pierced man looks at you longer, enjoying the unpleasant face you’re making before walking off into a crowd of bikini wearing women who loudly giggle at his presence.

“ignore him, hes an idiot anyways.” chishiya doesn’t even look at you before making his way into the resort, locating the staircase and wasting no time to go up them. you wouldn’t exactly say you’re feeling that safe at the moment. the run-in with the creepo outside has made you quite unsettled.

“chishiya, if you dont mind me asking” he turns to look at you and you can definitely tell he does mind you asking. “what exactly is this place… what am i joining specifically?” chishiya inhales a quick breath before continuing to walk up the stairs.

“the beach is like a refugee camp, but partying if you will.”

“you dont seem like the party type”

he smiles “glad you realize.”

“so why are you here?”

he pauses for a second, not too long- but long enough for you to notice something is missing from your understanding of your newfound companion.

“hatter will explain it all to you, hes the leader. im simply an executive.” he lifts his arm up, his sleeve falling slightly to expose the beach bracelet he wears, the number 11 printed onto it.

hatter originally gave you the impression of some passive leader, but once he leads you into his personal quarters- without chishiya present, you’re feeling as though the whole place is filled with creeps.

theres a topless woman grinding herself onto his leg while he stares at your frame behind his dimmed sunglasses, swirling his gross liquor in his hand.

once again, you’re feeling small- and slightly scared.

you lower your gaze, his stare is getting too much.

“not sure how much chishiya has told you… but first things first you need a bikini.”

“e-excuse me..?”

you lift your head up quickly and hes menacingly smiling “thats a rule here at the beach. cant hide weapons when youre wearing swimwear. i’ll have someone get something for you don’t worry.” you just nod

“here at the beach, you can enjoy it all. the food, drinks, partying… sex! there’s no limit here. but, a few things.”

he shuffles and slightly pushes the woman on his lap off onto the couch instead, she huffs a bit but resorts to nibbling onto his ear as he leans forward to rest his elbows onto the table in front of you both

“here, all beach members go to games for me. we collect the cards, searching for the answer to these games. and searching for a way out. you’ll be sent to some games, and if you live i expect you to give me the card at the end.”

the card..? you gasp lightly and tell him “wait!” and reach inside your pocket.

his face transforms into a dear smile as he leans closer and snatches the two of diamonds card from your hand

“wow… good job. none of my members have been able to locate this card, shame cus its such a low difficulty.” he examines the card and you nervously laugh, playing with the strings of your pants

“another rule, all doors are unlocked. not a single lock is on these doors- except for the higher positions like myself.” he takes a swig of his drink before continuing. “finally, we bring death to all traitors. you’re a part of the beach now. and you’ll stay a part of it until you die.” his playful demeanor has cut out like a bad signal, and he stares at you blankly- observing how you’ll react.

it takes a minute, but you clear your throat and begin to speak

“can i choose my own swimsuit?”

it takes a while, but you concoct a mix-and-match set that gave more coverage than your other options within your size.

you just decided on a swimsuit skirt set- though you’ll admit the v-plunge of the top was a bit more than what you’d like. the beach bracelet reminds you of the diamond’s bracelet- and you resist the urge to scratch at it.

you search for an empty hotel room, preferably one where theres no discarded clothes littering the bed- or worse… the people doing it on the bed.

eventually you get settled and let your body melt into the plump mattress and thats when you start to feel the exhaustion on your body.

you decide that nows a good time to sleep.

until your hunger wakes you up when dusk sets in. though you truthfully don’t want to go downstairs and feel exposed in the swimsuit, you accept that this is how you’ll have to live your life until you either die or leave the games.

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch1 ch3

masterlist

warnings + notes: again super long but next chapter we really gonna begin it i swear. anyways this is canon violence and yadda yadda

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ:

- FOUR OF SPADES

the idea of returning to another game tonight plagues your mind like a disease, and remembering the cruel deaths of the three people in your first game sends you to nausea. the once clean, favorite pair of sandals you had are now scratched and have turned to a ratted mess. you decide to get some new clothes from a nearby store.

thankfully, its not too far from the cafe you’ve been rummaging- though you’ll admit the stench of spoiling milks from the fridges have made your meals less enjoyable.

there, you change out of your blouse and skirt- finding solace in some thickly cozy sweatpants and athletic tank top. you search the store whose only source of light is the sun through the windows, and search for your size in shoes while stuffing some other clothes into a bag you found.

this bag secures your wellbeing, you’ve successfully packaged some non perishables and waters on the bottom- and now a jacket to keep you warm and some extra stuff. though… it is getting a bit heavier than you’d like to admit.

you pass by the store’s floor length mirror, and hardly recognize yourself. lack of sleep and improper hygiene and feeding is already taking a toll on your appearance.

this is the least of your issues.

the loneliness is getting to you, quickly. being left with your thoughts when you’ve experienced such an explicit tragedy so recently leaves space for insanity.

looking around once more, you leave the store.

it doesn’t take long for nighttime to hit- you’ve fallen asleep against a packaged mattress in a bedroom store’s backroom. you drink some water, and prepare for anything that’ll happen at this game you’ll attend.

the bag feels heavy, but you can’t risk losing it to someone else who finds your haven while you’re away.

it takes a bit, but you can spot two men walking into the same complex you were aiming for, and you can faintly hear the hymn of the game’s border accept them willingly. you follow them into the arena.

there, you quietly move your gaze across the attendants. theres more people here, at least 8 or 10.

most importantly though, you spot a charger behind a hooded man- who seems to be more interested in the ground rather than his life in the game. it intrigues you a bit, grabbing a phone before looking at his figure once again, this time he’s looking back at you calmly.

his eyes squint cooly, and he scoffs off a smirk before immersing himself into his music that blasts through his headphones.

how odd?

a man in a fedora approaches the two boys you noticed earlier, explaining just the same as the girl from two days ago. the emotions run back up your spine into your throat and suddenly you feel claustrophobic remembering the events- but you cannot let your fellow players notice.

but the man in the hood notices, he sees the way your feet shuffle and dig into the hard flooring of the complex, and how your stomach twitches as you close your eyes.

GAME REGISTRATION CLOSED!

THERE IS A TOTAL OF 14 PARTICIPANTS . THE GAME WILL NOW BEGIN.

you ignore the conversation between the nearby group, and focus on your phone as it lights up a spade card. 4 of spades?

you’re not exactly the most athletic, and you wonder if the girl you killed was for nothing if you were to die in a game she was better suited for.

TAG! AVOID WHOEVER IS IT.

RULES: DISCOVER THE SYMBOL AND TOUCH IT IN THE HIDDEN ROOM.

AFTER 20 MINUTES, IF THE SYMBOL IS NOT TOUCHED, THE BOMB IN THE BASEMENT WILL GO OFF.

a… bomb? there’s no way that this is real…!this has to be a fear tactic, 20 minutes is nothing compared to the luxury of 2 hours in your first game. are these difficulty levels this severe?

a tough and built man motions for a lankier, but seemingly fit man to follow him, their tough demeanors leaving a mark on you as they stomp into the complex’s entrance and to the stairs.

many follow afterwards, begging each other for a clue on what to do. the blonde man sighs and removed his earbuds- and bends down to detach the corded item from the outlet. he passes by you, and you immediately follow.

this shocks him a bit, and he turns his head to look at you questioningly. you simply point to the above banner for the elevator he is approaching.

its silent

too

silent.

the awkwardness in the bright elevator shaft makes you feel dry and uncomfortable, but the man next to you is calm- as though hes simply returning home into one of the rooms.

“excuse me… but, have you been in a spades game before?”

he turns to look at you, and simply shakes his head.

“no. i completed a diamond game. this would be my first.” he assumes his original position and looks at the elevator doors as you both rise above floor 4

“oh, i did one as well! what number?”

“…6” he glances at your bag

six?? yours was 2 and it was incredibly frightening and difficult as is, this guy must be insane to casually speak about a level 6 diamond game.

you open your mouth to speak, but the elevators open at floor 6, the one you selected. he simply stares at you, his eyes saying ‘can you leave now’

you give him a courteous nod and step out, whispering to him “good luck” and he just smiles and presses the elevator’s close door button so he can finally get to floor 7.

you’re left alone again, and you’re scared again.

you hear a horn blare, as though you were attending a horse race. but maybe you were.

it happens so quickly, you resort to cradling yourself in a corner after hearing 4 people screaming before bullets shut them up for life- and a man running out of the border of the game to get shot down his head. death himself came for him, just like the woman told you it would.

then you hear it yourself, the footsteps pounding on your own floor and you peer up to spot the horse mask walking proudly not too far from you.

you jump to your feet, eager to move before hearing shouting. they want to expose his position to each other, and you’re quite thankful for this.

while a girl shouts back, you quickly sprint to the staircase that takes you too close to the gunman and throw yourself down the stairs- eager to get away. you go down to the 3rd floor- and look at the phone. 10 minutes remain and the gunman has taken down another person.

you shout as a diversion when he aims for a boy in a cap- and the gunman realizes you are exposed right underneath his hiding target.

your legs burn and your back aches from the backpack, but you’re running back and forth between points- just trying to irritate the gun man’s efforts before he gives up and realizes the boy in the hat and the two saving him have left the area.

you don’t know it, but the man in the hood chuckles at this “how interesting? she really pissed him off eh?”. your dumb risk left a mark on him.

the time depletes quickly, and you know that simply avoiding getting shot at, wont secure you a win in this game. you’re staring hard at the doors- you’ve already checked every door in the 6th and 3rd floor, and some have haphazardly searched the other levels with no luck. until you notice a bare door amongst bullet holes.

its to your luck that the blonde is in front of you, across the complex and he notices your path. he’s secretly glad you figured it out as well, he didn’t exactly want to fully risk it himself at 4 minutes.

when you reach the door, its you, him, and a disheveled man who quietly engage in questioning.

the quietness of the room has you fooled- and youre the first to hear the shuffling of clothing behind the group of you.

“there’s another!” you shove the blonde man down as the gunman aims blindly towards his figure. and you fall with him onto the ground and quickly recover while shuffling out of the room- unfortunately leaving the other man alone.

you can hardly breathe and it hurts truthfully, but you muster up the strength to go in the room again before the hooded man closes the door- and his voice saying to “wait!” has no meaning to you.

its quick- the tasing, the fight, the ticking. but at 1 second to spare the three of you and the impressive climber have helped to clear the game.

GAME CLEARED!

but the mask has fallen, and the crying woman stares blankly into your faces before her neck explodes from the base of the collar she wore.

outside, you’re throwing up. the girl who climbed into the window like your savior rubs your back over and over- letting you get it all out. the blonde hooded man eyes you, hes not exactly sure what to make of it all- but your sparks of being some type of hero makes him think you’re too naïve for this world.

eventually you stop, and the backpack you carry blesses you with water to gargle and clean your mouth. you can still barely breathe, but when you catch it, you notice that the man has not left yet.

“that was dumb.”

is he serious?

“you shouldn’t have went back in. you’re lucky it worked out, but don’t think that’s acceptable when you’re playing amongst others.” he looks at you calmly, as though he didnt just insult you for winning the game. you’re a bit annoyed, and though you wish your legs gave you a bit more support and confidence, you stand in front of him.

“did i not help you out? you forget you almost died?” “i would’ve been okay.”

this is pointless, hes just lazily crossing his arms while peering at your weaker frame. he’s riling you up slightly, but the interaction is the most you’ve had in a while, and you decide to swallow your comments.

“what is your name?”

he smiles, “chishiya.”

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. intro ch2

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warnings + notes: since theres a few canonically known games within the manga that were not depicted in the adaptation, i will have to concoct my own version of these for the purpose of being entertaining before having that slow burn begin when chishiya and the reader properly meet within the games😈😈fun fact that i adore escape rooms so this show and the idea of me coming up with my own versions is making me giddy

this shit is so long guys sorry its truly just a filler i promise

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ:

- TWO OF DIAMONDS

in your mind, you thought you looked bad. the blazer you had worn just hours ago to your first big-girl interview was thrown somewhere on the train tracks in shibuya station. your face was covered in sweat, and patchy makeup. your sandals were feeling the wear and tear of just simply walking- and your button up shirt was stained with some dirt and sweat as well. despite that, laying eyes on the man in the corner made you believe you were a model in comparison.

his shorts seemed to just be burnt pants whose threads gripped onto the pieces of fabric for life, and his blue shirt was dark brown on the right side of his body- where you seem to notice his patched up arm. you can only assume that the brown spots scattered amongst his attire was his own dried blood, and he scratched at the other drying cuts littered on the arm with urgency. his face was stiff, covered in thick mud and grime, and his eyes were dark with fixation.

he was not the person you were interested in approaching.

to the left of you was a woman, her short hair seemed unintentional- matted and torn as though a child had taken scissors to it then rolled it in the one-armed man’s blood. besides this, she was focused, staring at the table in the center of the entranceway. you even notice her eye twitching slightly, and how her shorts seemed too loose for her frame and her shirt too big.

you follow her stare at the table, and notice what it is that has grabbed her attention so well.

walking over, its an array of phones- and dark bracelets, with the little white sign saying “take one”.

you decide not to test this gathering, and grab a phone and put on the thick metal band that snaps to your wrist snugly. you start flipping the phone around searching for an on switch- just for it to do it on its own. it brightens up and says the word SCANNING before saying WELCOME.

you turn to the woman, and inquire, “what is this supposed to be?” and you think she has truly lost it when she meets your eyes.

she stutters throughout, but chuckles maniacally regardless. “have you never been in a game before?” and your shaking head and puzzled face gives her the sign to continue. she motions for you to get closer and she grips onto your shoulders tightly, leaning towards your face.

“this is your childhood fears come true! here… death chases you like a goblin… and he sends his demons to torment you in these games… don’t you know?” she stares at you crazily and you immediately regret not entertaining the idea of asking the man for information instead. “we play… naïvely to live.. see look.” she clicks on her own phone- pressing the words VISA and the app presents 6 hollowed out club symbols.

“we play.. to live and stay here longer… or else…” she points up at your forehead and then quickly brings her hand down pointed to the floor with a ‘WOOSH’ sound. “death takes you himself.”

she didn’t exactly reassure you, but as another person joins, you politely thank her and decide to speak to someone more sane.

a girl, seemingly about your own age, speaks to you. “shes right.. is this your first game?” her brown lashes flutter when the doors to the entrance way suddenly shut- but she never even flinches from the action. “every game is different, and it tests different parts within you. i suggest if you’re not the athletic type,” she scans you briefly, and you feel a bit small because of the action, “be careful of spade games. those test your physical endurance the most. diamonds need quick wits, and clubs require effort from a team. but hearts games.. those will leave you to yourself every time… it will cut you raw inside.”

you look at her, and you see she is quite serious. “thank you.”

GAME REGISTRATION CLOSED!

DIFFICULTY: TWO OF DIAMONDS

RULES: SURGICALLY REMOVE EACH ‘TUMOR’ FROM THE BODY INSIDE OF YOUR DESIGNATED ROOM LABELED ON YOUR DEVICE. EACH ‘TUMOR’ REMOVED WILL GRANT MORE TIME, BUT WILL DEPRIVE YOUR FELLOW PLAYERS OF TIME, AND LIGHT IN THEIR ROOMS. REMOVAL OF ANYTHING ELSE WILL RESULT IN INDIVIDUAL PUNISHMENT. THE FIRST TO REMOVE ALL ‘TUMORS’ WILL HAVE A GAME CLEARED.

surgical removal..? though you encouraged the idea of medical school, blood wasn’t really your thing- neither was biology. you look around, theres only four of you, and you’re starting to become painfully aware of the band on your wrist, is it getting tighter or is that your mind?

the man with one arm sighs, and fixes his posture, and makes way to a door with a heart imprinted on it. you look at your phone, it has given you the spade shape- and you take your place to the third door. to your left, the girl you spoke to has been chosen for clubs- and the woman has been designated for diamond.

you each enter your respective rooms and the door shuts behind you. it seems to be an office, a television is placed on the wall in front of you- though it seems to be off. a single industrial light illuminates the room, hanging off of the cement ceiling. there are bookcases and a rolling chair placed naturally as well. but what catches your eye is a sheet placed over a silver table. your patient is waiting.

the tv lights up, and the 2 hour countdown has begun.

you see a patient file ontop of the chair, and open it up. there, you find the odd names for several tumors diagnosed to the hopefully fake body. there are four, and you’ve never cut up a person before. the idea of it starts to make you gag harshly- but the overbearingly loud ticking from the tv brings you to your senses.

each listed tumor has a card symbol beside it, and the pale dead man in front of you begs for your attention. the first you decide to go for is the angiosarcoma, linked with a heart symbol.

you browse the books behind you, searching for anything on anatomy- until you finally spot one in the top shelf. you continue your rapid search, the time going down more as you look for health science information. scoring it and shakingly looking for the desired cancer amongst the table of contents. flipping to the page, its detailed and graphic in every nature, but its enough to tell you what you need to do to get out. you sit up straight and lift the sheet completely off of the man- seeing the deep purple and black spotting on his right hip and grab the scalpel amongst the tools next to his body.

getting to work, you disgustingly plunge the scalpel into his hip, and cut jaggedly like a true amateur. the idea of mixing his still blood with your dusted and dirty hands makes you cringe, but you still pull the flap of skin back to use the tongs to grip onto the tumor that comically is shaped most definitely like a heart. cutting it out, you throw it onto the silver plate between the man’s legs.

3 more to go.

the tv stops the time at 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 57 seconds. looking up, it flickers to a 3-way split screen and you can clearly see all of the other players, the lights dim for all 3, but you don’t lose sight of how the one-armed man has a woman in front of him, her serene frame degraded by his lengthy and bloody cuts on her ribs, his hand and shirt has her freshly dead blood on him and you see the frustration is rising in him. he doesn’t notice he’s being watched, and you wished he did so maybe he would stop. but he doesn’t, and he claws out a chunk of her and throws it into the bin. suddenly, he starts screaming- thrashing around as you see the bracelet on his arm expand and push wired needles into his forearm. they’re electrocuting him and hes gargling on his own spit and blood.

you look away quickly, and notice the older woman simply staring at the bookself, the cloth on the dead patient has not been touched. you assume she gives up.

the girl however, has books littering the floor, shes hunched over the female body given to her- and you can see her using her knee to pin down spots of flesh so she can remove her selected tumor.

your light dims.

this is incredibly real to you, and you rapidly start to move on to the next tumor. merkel cell carcinoma listed has a diamond placed against it, and you search his whole body for something you saw in the textbook. and it takes a while, before your light dims again. you look up- but the tv has stayed on the time, the playing broadcast has ended for you.

its harder to see now, and you rely on your fingers to feel the smooth but protruding bumps on the backside of his neck. within ten minutes, you have thrown the diamond tumor into the plate. and the tv flickers back to the broadcast- pausing your time once again at 48 minutes.

you notice the woman’s light is completely out, her figure is practically invisible to you. the man twitches with every movement- the volts have traumatized his body. but the girl is relentless. she’s aggressively tossing the dead woman in her room, bending her neck over a pile of books as she uses the butt of her scalpel to feel down the woman’s spine.

you’re wasting time staring at them. you need to finish.

the third, melanoma spotted on the back calf of his left leg, was simple- but its removal was difficult and has left you with 19 minutes remaining.

you’re eager to get this over with, the last tumor however, is blanked out by black marker and has the spade symbol against it. how are you supposed to solve that? you would be able to see it maybe if your light was fully lit, but its near pitch black in the room. panic seeps in.

you search for anything in the two books- but there are no special indents, pages out, bookmarks- nothing. you just stare at the time, at 7 minutes, you know you won’t win.

until you stare longer at the tv, and see the barely visible reflection of your door. you quickly turn- and see the ribbed detailing on the flatly grey door thats shut against the walls. on the other side, spade was imprinted into the door… why has the imprint not gone through? you trace the ribbed door, feeling its curves.

curves?

you feel the detailing once more, and it feels like its forming an eye. eye cancer.

you rush to the book, and you can sense the light beginning to flicker again.

you search among the various eye tumors listed, and reach over the poor man you are about to deface and see nothing wrong in his eye, until you lift the lid of his right eye.

its pupil is pale with grey and yellow.

retinoblastoma.

but you cant remove it without taking out his eye, and you remember what happened to the man. but if the lady was truthful, you did not want death’s demons to bring you to your end so quickly.

with bravery you grip onto the edge of his socket, speaking a desperate apology before popping the eye out and the light flickering out.

how are you to see this now? the eye had not ripped its nerves so you were not yet punished. yet.

the only light is from the tv screen, turning your 3 minutes into 2. you begin to jump off the table, and push it closer to the wall with the tv, grabbing the man and slumping him against it as you lift the face towards the television where the light gracefully points out the yellow matter in the back of his eye.

once removed, your light comes back on, and its nearly blinding. you did it

the broadcast begins again- the woman is still in darkness, but the screams she makes are noticeable regardless. all three get injected by their bracelets- the man is sobbing and weeping like a child because he has already known the pain. the girl screams, kicking the silver plate across the room as her arm tenses and burns against the needles. she stares at the camera, shes found it. and she stares into your soul with hate.

she joins the dead body when the needles dig completely into her.

GAME CLEARED! CONGRATULATIONS!

you can feel the bile rising in your throat as the tv shuts off and the spades door opens and greets you with the now empty entranceway- with a single white table holding a two of diamonds playing card.

they’re really dead.

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch1

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warnings + notes: will very much include average aib violence. please note that the reader will be wearing more feminine attire and most likely be referred to as a woman!! i’ll try to keep it more gn if asked. also i’m overly descriptive in all writing sense so i do take criticism to make reading this series more enjoyable for you all >< potentially will also be posting this series on ao3 under the name ‘denkshei’ . additionally i’ll figure out how to navigate tumblr and make a series masterlist. okay let me shut up and give the story now.

ɪɴᴛʀᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ:

- ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ

in all honesty, you weren’t too sure what you’d do with this degree you clung onto all of university- though you had passions in other fields, you chose a mundane one.

you weren’t exactly separated from the rest, you would live your working years within a cubicle or potentially gain that highly desired corner office. regardless, walking out of the pristine and glamorous tower in the heart of shibuya did nothing to satiate the feeling of average living. sure, your interview went well. you dressed your best, but as soon as you spotted a bench outside of the building- you squeezed by the multitude of people in the bustling city to rip off these heels you deemed to be torture. you could hear shrieks of laughter from beside you- spotting a group of younger men fooling around and spinning within the crowd. inside, you wish you could have those pleasantries again- but you left behind the familiarity of companionship when you moved to the booming city.

finally, you drop yourself onto the hardened bench, and waste no time bending forward to unbuckle the straps of your heels. you’re so desperate and quick, that you hardly notice the rather eerie man seated on the other end of the bench- who secretly eyes you from his position. his cold eyes and pinned up black hair cause your own hairs to stand up as you give him a polite smile and nod and hurry to grab your flattened sandals in your purse.

he says nothing, only scoffing and turning back to staring into the void of people while rolling his neck along the collar of the black and white shirt he wears. ‘weirdo’, you think.

you shove the heels into the purse, and get up and begin your walk to the station- just needing to get home and browse at some random things online freely and wait for the prospective employer to contact you.

though, you hardly notice that your shoe has slipped out of the compressed bag you wear, and has haphazardly knocked its heel into a random man you have passed. you feel the contact and quickly turn to give your apologies.

“I’m so sorry ! Did that hit you hard?” you step closer and he steps back, sharp eyes lowering a bit as he looks at you. it feels a bit demeaning, but at the same time- analytical. he shakes his head, his pale and white hair slightly whipping in the wind as he does so.

you open your mouth to apologize again, but he spits his venom out. “Shouldn’t you be bit more mindful of where you walk… and how you pack your things?” it leaves you a bit stunned.

the man just looks at you, and your dumbstruck face. he simply raises his eyebrows slightly, unfazed by all the other people walking by your intervention.

“Yeah, again I’m sorry… I was rushing not to miss the train”, you speak lightly- a bit intimidated by his still and serene composure. at this moment, you’re not entirely sure on how to feel- your feet are still throbbing, and this guy who seems to be actually pretty good looking is scolding you like he’s your mother.

he just nods at you, and speaks with the same monotone voice

“If you say so,” he pauses, slightly lowering his gaze before looking back into your eyes with a faint smirk, “don’t miss your train.” and he continues his trek in the opposite direction.

‘Asshole…’

but he’s right, and with a quick glance at your phone, you see you’re pushing your time quite thin- and start jogging to the station, not without hearing booms into the sky. turning quickly, you notice the three bursts of fireworks in the air, did you forget a holiday? doesn’t matter, you don’t care for fireworks anyways.

locating the train, you look for an empty seat- and its place in the middle of the tight and crowded train. you sit down, and let the adrenaline seep out with a sigh and close your eyes and put your headphones in your ears as the voice on the intercom alerts passengers that they will now be moving. you almost fall asleep.

almost

you feel the train jerk twice, paying no mind to the first one- but rather annoyed by the second you open your eyes. It is pitch black.

nobody is beside you, not even the older women who was knitting solemnly across from where you sat.

panic is all you feel, rapidly moving up and trying to pry the doors of the train open with no luck. then, like a hail mary, you notice the emergency banner instructions and quickly pull the lever down to open the train car’s adjourning door.

honestly, you were terrified; walking back down the dimly lit tunnel you just got on a train for, you climb rather poorly up onto the platform- and again, it is empty. not even a child is here to run around dumbly.

you saw nothing in the heart of the city- like a scene from a horror movie. it felt like some eternal damnation for a sin you committed that won’t come to mind.

you walk around tiredly for the rest of the evening, even trying to reach your apartment complex- but the exhaustion and hunger won’t allow you. you managed to scavenge some food and some left behind bottles of water in a cafe.

you’re enjoying this feast when a bright light illuminates closely, nearly blinding you.

it says the words, ‘GAME’ in pixelated dark lettering, and it draws you in- leaving your findings behind.

‘People! There’s people!’ the revelation fuels you as you begin to run towards your doom.

hi guys🙏 tell me how bad this is. i’m writing the other chapters now. i am #numberonenijirolover

[murdocking]

dare i say i will start a chishiya fic…

edit: i did 😓😓 here’s the intro

[murdocking]

is the sun bothering you my king

[murdocking]

dear god.

How It Starts, How It Ends

summary: a series of pivotal moments in your relationship with Chishiya, pre and post-Borderlands.

genre: some fluff, heavy angst, established relationship

pairing: chishiya x art student!reader

words: 3.5k

warnings: major character death, hurt no comfort, depression, possible spoilers for S2

First Meeting

"Look at this cute beetle I found."

The small insect gently crawled up your pudgy hand as you held it out. The boy in front of you didn't seem too impressed, responding with only a blank stare. You had always seen him by himself during recess and felt bad that he had to eat alone daily. The other kids were either scared of his dad or thought he was weird—but you minded no such things.

"Those carry germs. Some species of them even hiss or bite," he deadpanned.

"But not this one," you pouted, nudging your hands closer to him. "Look, I think he wants to meet you."

Truly enough, the beetle was inching its way off your fingers, seemingly heading towards the stoic boy. He glanced at it before looking back at you, then he sighed. He didn't think he could get rid of you, so he'll entertain you for now.

"I'll pet it, but I'm not gonna hold it."

"Deal!" 

The way you beamed at him made him feel weird, like something was stirring in his chest. Interesting, he noted.

"I'm ___," you smiled, watching him swipe his finger back and forth the beetle's shell.

"I'm Chishiya."

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

First Date(ish)

"I'm about to implode."

Chishiya looked over your notes and let out a snort. Almost everything was highlighted and it all looked like one big splotch of spilled ink on paper. You ignored him, opting to rearrange your home-made flashcards instead. 

"Physics isn't that hard," he murmured.

"Yeah," you glared at him. "For you."

He chuckled again before getting shushed by someone sitting a shelf away from your table. This made you snicker, worry melting away for a split-second. "I don't get how you can grasp this so easily. The formulas all look the same and I don't know which one to use."

He hummed thoughtful before scooting his chair nearer you. "Just start by focusing on the question. Look at what variables they're giving you and at what's missing, then just match them up with the formula that fits."

"I know~ but—" you huffed. "It's a no-formula-card type of exam."

The way you pouted at him almost looked exactly like how you did all those years ago. You were his first—only—friend, and over time, him simply tolerating you had turned into him growing fond of you.

"How many formulas have you memorized?"

"Two, almost three."

"There's six right? Almost there," he gave you a genuinely encouraging smile.

You loved Chishiya for all his snark and cleverness, but you also loved how soft and supportive he can be when it comes to it. These were small moments you held near your heart, and you doubt you'll ever let them go.

He gently took the flashcards from your hands, tapping rhem on the table to align them. He moved a little so the blank sides were facing you and peered at you over the cards. "If you can get this all down by 5 pm, I'll buy you a snack."

"I want a box of macarons."

"I'll buy you a snack that I can afford."

"Deal!"

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

First Milestone

"How was your finals, doctor?"

A light blush bloomed across Chishiya's cheeks. You were a constant pillar of support for him in life, one he hadn't experienced before from anyone else. Since college had begun for the both of you, you were consistently waiting for him after every finals exam he had—a small strawberry cake roll ready in your hands as a reward for him. It became a tradition for the both of you, and even though Chishiya wasn't the best with words, you knew he was appreciative of your actions.

"I've been offered to intern," his voice was neutral, though you know he was at most pleased with himself with the way his eyes crinkled up. In his mind, however, he was more excited about the cake in his hands rather than the position.

"Holy shit?!" you wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to squish the frosting. His breath hitched for a second, before he wrapped his free arm around you. He buried his face in your hair, lips quirking up as he shut his eyes to savor the moment. "I'm so proud of you, Chi."

The sunset was slowly trickling into the wide windows of the school hallways. Chishiya didn't expect to be in that laboratory for so long, and it was only now that he realized how long you must have waited. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you to see your face better. 

"Have you eaten yet? You might get an ulcer."

You chuckled lightly, "I've eaten lunch a few hours ago. I wanted us to have dinner together, but I've eaten some crackers while I was waiting."

"Crackers," he pressed his lips in disapproval. "Those aren't nutritious."

Lightly chuckling, you took his hand, leading him out of the building and soon, the campus. The weather was a bit chilly even though you had worn a jacket. Still, you were too stubborn to say anything. Fortunately, Chishiya read you like an open book. Without prompting, he took your hand in his.

"How was your finals? Did your prof like the color application?"

Your heart swelled up. You honestly didn't expect him to remember.

The final project your professor gave you for color theory was to pick an existing painting and evoke the opposite emotion of it by changing the colors and composition. It seemed easy enough, but it had stumped you since you wanted to pick just the perfect base.

The night you were finishing it, Chishiya stayed over at your apartment to "make sure you were eating"—an excuse for him to spend more time with you. He was adamant about getting you to sleep early for the sake of your circadian rhythm, and when he couldn't convince you, stayed up with you instead.

"He seemed to like it, thank god. The composition flowed well and he like that I used a tertiary color scheme."

"I told you the risk would pay off," he smirked.

"I know," you stuck your tongue out. "I should listen to my all-knowing boyfriend more."

Boyfriend. 

He loved it so much when you called him that. Until now he couldn't believe you were real, that what you had was real. He would give anything in the world to stay with you forever.

You passed by a ramen shop, stopping in your tracks to scan the bowls of steaming noodles in longing. You had badly wanted something to heat you up, but one glance at the prices shot down your hopes. 

"I'll treat you," he said softly. "You deserve it."

"But you're the one who got the internship," you pouted at him.

"I'll be treating myself too by buying myself good ramen," he raised an eyebrow, silently pleading that you'd just give in. "And you did treat me. You got me cake."

He raised the small box by the ribbons wrapped around it. When you stayed silent for a couple of seconds, he sighed. You were still stubborn about having to "owe" people things, especially if you felt like you "didn't earn it."

"Fine. I'll buy you ramen tonight and you can make it up to me by taking me to the cafe next week."

"Deal!" you gave in.

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

First Game

Your first game in the Borderlands already had you running for your life. It was a five of clubs called Cat and Mouse. Set in a large office building, you needed to find the four mice scattered all over the place and take their tail—the twist being that the "mice" were actually people donning masks and guns. Red bandanas were attached to their belts, the tails you needed to get.

Chishiya was just behind you, heavily breathing as he slid between the winding hallways of the game arena. His hands were still in his hoodie pockets, much to your dismay. You had told him it'll slow him down, but he just shrugged you off. 

"I know where the final mouse is."

The gunshots faded as you ran farther away from the main room. The two of you teamed up with a group of three other players, and Chishiya came up with the idea to lure the third mouse so you can ambush him.

You had seen another player holding a bandana, and by Chishiya's deductions, you only had another tail left to catch. "The gunshots stopped. We know that there's two mice either dead or incapacitated. Judging by how they seem to be on defense, I think there's only one left."

"Because it would be risky for the last one to come out," you murmured moreso to yourself, completing his thoughts.

He hummed in approval. "We need to find the other players to see if we can cover ground faster. Unless..."

He halted, staring straight down the dimly-lit hallway. You nervously looked around, readying the crowbar you held tightly in case anything were to pounce on you. Chishiya. 

"Maybe we shouldn't stop in the middle of the hallway," you chided him, though he was still deep in his thoughts.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up with a realization. "Unless the mice aren't on the floors."

You're gaze trailed up to the ceiling, landing on the thin slits marked on some parts. Chishiya grinned proudly. Your intelligence has once again made him fall impossible even deeper. 

"They're in the vents," you surmised. He nodded, looking at you in awe and love—as if you were God who came down from heaven to bless him, your devout worshipper.

"We need to tell the others so we can prepare another ambush then." You had considered going back to the main hall, but the other players might have left or been dead by then.

"Don't you want to rest first?" He asked teasingly. 

You snorted. "Shuntaro, we have—" you glanced at the phone, "—five minutes left."

He hummed, feigning contemplation. That name was reserved only for serious occasions, and he knew you were getting riled up. "How about this: we tell them now, but we let them do the handiwork."

This was a side of him that you dreaded seeing. His entire "pawns go first" philosophy bothered you—in fact, you were strongly against it. You didn't like how this place brought out the worst in him, how it brought out the coldness and slyness of his heart.

Yet here you were, unable to leave him. You knew that he was only doing it to protect you. He wanted you to go back together safely as much as you did, but he did it in his own ways.

You bit your lip, voice laced with hesitation.

"Deal."

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

First and Last Goodbye

The first game of the face cards round decimated what might as well be half of the players. 

During the first onslaught King of Spades, you and Chishiya got separated from Kuina, Arisu, and Usagi. The crowbar you had kept from your first game served its last purpose when you used it as a makeshift golf club to hit the grenade away from you. Just as you did, Chishiya dove and pulled you downwards with him to take cover.

You eyes were closed tightly, and the only things you could hear were the ringing in your ears and the beating of his heart. For a second, you swore you had died. Then the arms wrapped around you loosened, followed by a hand running through your hair.

"Are you okay?" Chishiya whispered. His eyebrows knit in worry. "We need to move. Now."

You nodded wordlessly. slowly and quietly rolling off him. Screams and the roar of a rifle were still audible near you, but seemingly moving in the opposite direction. He helped you up, giving you a quick scan to make sure you weren't heavily injured.

"We need to find a sparsely populated area," he spoke once he deemed the King was far enough. "Looks like he's going after large crowds."

"We can go to the edge of the city and follow the river. We're bound to hit a forest sooner or later," you suggested.

"That might take time." He looked your tired state. The bags under your eyes darkened and small scars littered all over your body. An almost empty backpack slung over your shoulder, looking almost as sad as you were.

He weighed out his options: what you suggested was the ideal choice, but you were in no condition for a long trek. Finally, he came to a decision. "But that'll work. We need to do a supply run first."

Was it risky still being in the city? Yes. Did he want you to starve? No. As a compromise, he steered clear of the shops on the main streets. Unfortunately, the smaller stores you ventured into were already looted, only expired goods left in the wreckage.

You could tell Chishiya was getting frustrated. His jaw clenched each time you failed to find food or water. His composure was starting to crack for the first time since you got here. You sidled next to him, slipping your hand into his. He relaxed a bit, though his lips were still pulled into a small grimace.

"We'll be okay," you offered him a small smile. He kissed you on the forehead, returning only a small hum in response.

After thirty more minutes of searching, the two of you finally stumbled upon a shack that had edible food. There were candies at the front, the strawberry ones catching your eye.

Grabbing a handful of them, you strode up to Chishiya. His back was turned to you, the blond busy searching through shelves of cup noodles and biscuits. You tapped him on the shoulder. 

"I got this for you," you brought up the candies like an offering. His eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help the grin that broke through his face. 

"Charming." It was supposed to be teasing, but it came out genuinely grateful. He turned the backpack he was filling up towards you so that you can drop the candies in.

He held it in place for a few seconds longer, looking at you as if he wanted something. You raised your eyebrow in question. He hesitated for a bit, before leaning forwards and connecting his lips with yours.

You reciprocated the kiss, pressing closer to him. The bag landed with a thud on the ground, him favoring pulling your waist closer instead. He was rarely the one who initiated physical affection, but it only took him a bit of prodding to follow through.

He broke away, only to look you in the eyes. "I'll take you home. I promise."

"We'll take us home," you gave him one last peck on the lips. 

For a moment, it felt normal again. It was just you and him against all odds. You were in your little bubble near the outskirts of town, safe from all the hurt.

Then the gunshots started again and they were scarily nearer this time.

Your eyes widened and Chishiya froze. You quickly picked up the bag while he slowly peered out the glass panes of the shop. The caped King was just down the road, a shotgun in his hands. He shot towards the inside of a shop, and Chishiya was certain he hit whoever his target was.

"That's not good," he muttered to himself. "___, run when I tell you to."

"I won't leave you," you snapped.

"I'll be right behind you. I promise." He gave you a reassuring look before peering out the shop window again. 

"Fucker must have tracked us." With the crowbar gone, you had only the small bomb Chishiya made for protection.

He took it out of the inside of his jacket, waiting until the King got close enough. Chishiya knew it wasn't enough to kill anyone, but it would buy you time. That's all that mattered to him.

The crunching of boots on gravel drew closer. Chishiya twisted one of the wires around his finger, ready to pull the activator. The King shot into another store, closer to the one you were in this time. He emptied the round and lowered his gun to reload. In one swift movement, Chishiya pulled on the wire and chucked it as hard as he can.

"Go!"

The two of you sprinted out the shop. The can clunked on the ground as it landed before splintering into pieces with a loud boom. Chishiya yelled after you.

"Don't look back!"

Yet you did, just in time to see the King dodge behind the doorframe. Just in time to see he had the now loaded gun pointed at Chishiya. 

In a split-second, you turned on your heel and pushed Chishiya into an alleyway, the bullet meant for him digging its way into your chest. 

The impact slammed you against the brick wall. There was ringing in your ears and your eyes were blurred by tears. When did you start crying?

Chishiya grabbed your upper body, dragging you deeper into the alley. You could see his lips moving. He was trying to tell you something but everything was so fuzzy.

With adrenaline pumping in his veins, he scooped you up, carrying you as he ran. There were footsteps following not far from him. Pushing his legs to go faster, he inched around the twisted alley, slinking in and out of connected rooms, running and running until he found a door to a semi-basement hidden behind tarps.

He forced it in with his shoulder, careful not to hit you. The room used to be for storage—construction items and dust filling the space. He slid behind a pile of wooden beams, gently setting you down. The surroundings outside settled, and he knew the gunman had lost you.

But god, the bloodbath before him was the scariest.

He'd seen this happen before. He's seen how pale a person could get after so much blood loss. He's seen how it becomes more evident with the lips, cheeks, the tips of your fingers. He's seen that faraway look, the one where he knew the person was starting to drift away.

He put both hands on your chest, putting pressure on the wound. Your blood leaked through your shirt, soaking his hands. Frantically, he took his hoodie off and pressed it against you too. 

"Don't die on me, ___. Please." He whispered, voice breaking.

His words brought you back, tearing your eyes away from the corner of cement bricks and bringing it back to his warm, brown ones. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. He's never cried before.

You tried to move your lips, only a croak escaping from your throat. "Chish..."

"Don't leave me, please. Please, ___."

A crimson puddle on the ground was growing at an alarming rate. He had no tools, no help. He was a doctor but he couldn't fucking save the only life that mattered to him. 

Shakily, he held you closer. His voice never sounded this gentle before. "Stay with me."

"C-candies. Eat well... okay?" Your voice was hoarse. The humid room felt colder now. "L-love you."

"We'll eat well together. We'll go back together, I promised you. I'll get you macarons and ramen and those paints you've always wanted, okay? Deal?" His voice was wavering. He tightened his grip on you, pressing your chest harder with his other hand. "Deal?"

You looked up at him with a sad smile. With the last bit of your strength, you brought your hand up and pressed it against his. He laced your fingers together.

"___?" He whispered, finally letting the tears fall. "Deal?" 

You didn't respond. You didn't get to hear him say he loved you too.

   .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

First Grief

One minute.

Landing in the Borderlands. Cat and Mouse. The Beach. The face cards. Losing you.

It all happened within a minute in the real world.

Chishiya made a promise to himself while he was in the Borderlands. When the candies would run out, he'd stop fighting. When the last traces of you would leave him, he'd join you. Yet by divine intervention, they lasted enough until he beat the King of Diamonds. Long enough until Arisu and Usagi cleared the final face card. 

And now here he was. Sitting on a hospital bed, knowing that he wouldn't find you anywhere in the hospital or the Earth for that matter. 

He hadn't spoken since, only nodding or shaking his head in response to the doctor's questions. As a doctor, he'd known he would've been pissed at a patient that acted like himself. But nothing mattered anymore.

"We found you holding this. Your fist was wrapped around it pretty tightly that we thought the blood had cut off," a nurse told him. She placed a singular piece of strawberry candy on his bedside table.

He looked at it with mixed feelings of remorse and dread. He waited for the nurse to leave the room. Wordlessly, he reached over to close the curtains separating him from a patient with burn injuries. He allowed himself to break down again that day.

When his wounds had recovered enough for him to stand, he found himself sitting in the garden area. The candy was still unopened, sitting on the oak table in front of him. A part of him still hoped that you'd join him out of nowhere. That he'll hear your voice like tinkling bells calling out to him.

"I promised," he thought to himself. How was he supposed to continue everything you've built without you? How was he supposed to go home and face all the things you've left behind?

He wanted to cry again. He wanted to tear his heart out so he'd stop the hurt. He wanted you back. He'd give anything.

The small buzz of wings pricked his ears. He lifted his hand a little, discovering a tiny beetle that had landed near him. He stared at it for a few seconds before gently nudging it with his finger.

It grasped his skin, spiky limbs crawling up his hand.

"___ would've loved you," he whispered.

[murdocking]

im bouta step up to the plate and start the plethora of chishiya fics we all need after season 2

[murdocking]

new season, nnew fanfics. im so ready to read them ohymgod