#alice in borderland niragi

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ "Scars don't make you a monster." ♠️

A/N: So, someone gave me this request via direct message and what should I say? I really do like this idea and I'm pretty happy about the fact that I can wrote about it! 🫶🏻

Characters: Niragi

POV: fem!reader ; Fluff

Warnings: Not given.

It's in the middle of the night. I have never been the person who has problems sleeping through the night. Even the biggest noises couldn't stop me from slumbering soundly. In summer, I can leave the windows open and listen to the buzzing and singing of the insects without a care in the world until I drift off into dreamland. Wind and weather don't stop me either. You could say that my body is able to adapt to all the conditions of my environment. So ... even now, when I realize in my sleep that something - more someone - is missing next to me.

I've noticed it all along. Even when I met Niragi again, I had the feeling that he had changed. Not in terms of his appearance- at least that was never the deciding factor for me. Admittedly, when I saw him again for the first time after the witch hunt, I was ... shocked. Because of several aspects. His scars - his burnt skin - was one thing, but seeing him again when I once thought he ... would no longer be with us, that was the crux of my reaction. That I drew in a startled breath. That I looked at him in shock and, of course, in tears, which I had swallowed at that moment. I was ... simply happy. To see that he was still alive.

Anyway, this is the first time I've had to open my eyes in the middle of the night because my body couldn't adapt to my surroundings during sleep. As soon as I went to bed, I had a feeling that something was wrong with Niragi. And it looks like I'm about to find out whether my gut feeling was right or not. Deep down, I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from him. I want him to tell me what's going on in his head right now. How he feels. What is bothering him. If something is bothering him.

Looking thoughtfully at my partner's side of the bed, I gradually start to move, hoping it won't take me long to find him. So, sighing and wearily brushing my hair out of my face, I get up and put one foot in front of the other to look for Niragi, who apparently hasn't even bothered to really hide.

"Niragi, what's wrong?" I rub one of my eyes sleepily and look just as sleepily at the boy standing on the balcony of the building where we've set up camp today. "Come back to bed, it's still pitch dark."

"I can sleep when I'm dead." It's not that I wouldn't expect him to say something like that- but what worries me is the way he says it.

Instead of saying anything, however, I just stand still for a moment and stare over at him. He doesn't even dare to turn towards me when we talk. I don't know him like this at all.

"I'm worried about you," you say in a calm tone as you walk towards him, aiming to stand next to him so you can look over the rooftops of the city with him. "Somehow I don't recognize you anymore," you continue, "where's the Niragi I met at the beach? The one with the big mouth and the high self-confidence, with the will of a leader?" Silence.

A moment later, all I hear is a hysterical giggle, which was obviously not the result of amusement or mirth. No, it sounded ... forced ... and hurt at the same time.

"He's been burned." Such a simple answer, but one with such great significance. "You should really go back to bed now."

"I'm not going anywhere." Determined, I now walk the last few meters towards him, after which I stand next to him. "Not without you." Unlike what I had planned, however, I don't stand so that I can see the loss, dark surroundings, but so that I am facing Niragi directly. "I knew something was wrong with you. I could tell by looking at you. Even yesterday, when you wished me a good night, your eyes betrayed you- so please don't pretend you don't care." Pause. "You are a human being. Not a robot."

"I'm a monster, Y/N!", he yelled at me and I jumped back a little because he turned around so suddenly and unexpectedly to finally look me in the face. "I can't even understand how you could even look at me on the street without throwing up right at my feet!" But just as quickly as he hit the ceiling, he quickly calmed down again.

I am sad. Is that really what he thinks? Does he really see himself as he has just described? As a monster? Oh, I'd love to ask what makes him think that, but I won't. I know the reason. His burns. The scars Chishiya left on him are the reason he speaks so poorly of himself. And it hurts. It hurts to know that a person in whom you see everything wonderful and whom you love for who he is, thinks of himself like that.

"Oh, darlin', that's not true ..." I realize how pitiful I'm looking at him right now, the softer his features become and the more he shows his mental pain to the outside world. "Please, don't say that ... Scars don't make you a monster."

"Just tell me how you can look at me like that without being afraid of me. How you ... how you can hold me in your arms without being disgusted by my skin. Without worrying about hurting me or feeling the need to puke your soul o-" I don't want to hear about that.

I understood the question. He wants answers? He'll get them. My way. The way in which I don't let him speak, but simply put one of my arms loosely around his neck to pull him into a loving kiss that for just a moment - a brief moment - is supposed to make the world stop for him.

Something that seems to work well. At least he abruptly matches my rhythm and wraps his arms around my waist to press me closer to him. To be able to feel me even better. To feel that he is not alone. Will not be alone. And to feel that there is someone who can be there for him and wants to be there.

I ... have to admit that no kiss with him was as beautiful as this one. Niragi is a rough person. He gets what he wants, his kisses were molded to his personality. Ungentle. Lots of tongue and especially biting. All the more reason for me to enjoy the kiss we're sharing right now, because who knows if I will ever experience this again.

Nevertheless, you should stop where it gets most beautiful. Although the really nice part - for him - is probably only now. One answer. An answer that will answer all his questions in one fell swoop.

"I love you," I breathe to him, tilting my head a little to the side as I look up at him and into his eyes. "That's why I can do all this, Niragi, it ... It's not as complicated and complex as you might have thought." I gave him a little smile and I can see it in his face- he's smiling a little, too. "And now come back to bed. You need to rest a bit and give your injuries a treatment. And by the way ... I'm tired and want to go back to sleep." Laughter, which only comes from me, but that's okay- his smile is enough for me. "Plus, I'm in desperate need of a good cuddle from you right now." Now, I can hear him chuckle a little and damn, it's the most beautiful I could ever hear coming out from him.

After another peck on the lips from him, I take him by the hand and walk him back into the building, where a place to sleep is waiting for us. In passing, I hear him say "I don't deserve you ...", which was probably only meant for him. But ...

"If everyone only got what they deserved, they couldn't possibly be happy in their lives, don't you think?"

A/N: Damn, I enjoyed writing this so much. Thanks for you request, stygianoir! Hope you enjoyed reading it as well. 🙈♥️

[so-many-fandoms-here]

Let’s act like I didn’t dissapeared for 2 months 💀 btw this chapter turned hella long

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice)

•Characters: Suguru Niragi, fem!Reader

•Genre: smut

•Warnings: sexual content, explicit content, voyerism, violence (not towards reader), reader is a brainless horny bitch

Let’s give him a show

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*

While I watch the sun slowly sinking I wait patiently for Niragi to finish his daily patrol. I sit on the edge of a pool, my ankles in the cold water, as I think about what he might has in mind for tonight. Niragi is for sure a freak, but he never leaves me unsatisfied. Maybe I’m just as crazy as he is but who can blame me? How am I supposed to stay sane in a world where I see more murders than in a splatter movie?

„Hello there“, I hear a voice right after I feel strong hands on my shoulders. I look up and see Niragi with an amused smile on his lips.

„What took you so long?“ I ask him while standing up. His smile turns I to a grin as I start to play with the few open buttons of his shirt. „I set up a little surprise for you.“

His hands find my waist and I feel myself melting beneath his touch. „A surprise?“ Niragi nods, then lets go of me and starts walking with me towards the entrance. „There was a guy, feeling the need to act up on me.“ His grin gets wider with every step we go. „Do you remember this whiny guy with those ugly ass teeth?“

Even though I immediately know who he is talking about, I act like I have to think first, playing right into his little game.

„Oh, you mean the guy I used to fuck before I met you? My ex?“ I eventually say after stepping into the elevator, eyes glued to his amused grin.

„Exactly“, he confirms. „I remember he wasn’t too pleased that you dumped his ass.“ I only nodded, waiting for him to continue but he seems to have fun adding those dramatic paused between his words.

„Well, I overheard him telling his friends besides missing you, that he could make you feel so much better than I can.“ I raise my eyebrow. „So he didn’t ‚act up‘?“ Caught in his little lie, Niragi only rolls his eyes. „It’s basically the same thing“, he states, while we walk out the elevator, not further irritated by my statement. „So I thought we can show him how wrong he is. We put on a little show for him.“

I stop, looking at him in disbelief. Not the bad type of disbelieve though. I would lie if I’d say this idea isn’t turning me on. It’s not the first time we would have sex while people are watching, public sex is more than common here, but it would be the first time that we would have sex directly in front of someone, wanting them to watch. I feel my cheeks burning and my mouth hanging a bit open.

„Is the idea so bad?“ Niragi asks. „I can tell the other to kick him out again, I just thought it might be fun.“ He shrugs his shoulders not showing if he would be disappointed if I’d say no. I catch myself quickly again and walk up to him, grabbing his hand. „It’s a wonderful idea.“

Niragis eyes seem to sparkle at my reaction and with a short glance down, I can see that not only his eyes reacted. I take the lead and guide him quickly to his room. Before he opens the door, he put on his typical grin again, already seeming much more intimidating again. Then he opens the door and my eyes meet with the guy he talked about, tied down to a chair and being guarded by two other militants.

„Hello again“, Niragi says, laughing at the sight. I quickly enter the room, he then closes the door and steps behind me, sneaking one arm around my waist, the other one holds the gun, pointed at the tied up guy. „You two can go. I can handle that alone from now on.“ Without answering the other two guys leave the room.

„It’s going to be a show just for you“, Niragi starts to tease the guy again, poking him with his rifle. „Since you think I wouldn’t be able to please her as good as you, we figured we would just show it to you.“ He lets go of me, nodding to the bed. My sign to move to there. While I sit down, the eyes of the guy are glued on me and I look back, smiling innocently at him. My excitement grows with every second.

Slowly Niragi walks around the chair, stopping behind it and then pushing it a bit more near to the bed. Then he grabs a fistful of the black hair from the guy in front of him and pulling it back, so he is forced to look up. He tries to scream, but the duct tape muffles his voice. „I don’t even know your name“, Niragi coos, tilting his head slightly. „How do you like rat? Or pervert? Perverted rat?“ Completely enjoying himself he lets go of rats hair and walks back around to be in front of him again. „You my friend“, he starts to explain what’s about to happen. „Will watch me fucking (Y/n)s brains out, while you sit here with your little broken heart and watch every fucking move I make.“

Shivers start to run down my spine and slowly but surely I am getting impatient. „Strip“, Niragi suddenly says, now sitting next to the chair. „Show us your perfect body.“

Without hesitating I start feeling for the knot, holding my bikini top together at my back. I find it and start to pull slowly on the strings. Now the red piece of fabric is only held up by the strings around my neck, but still covering up some parts of my breasts. I stop, thinking about what to put off first, my top or the bottoms, but I decide to continue with my top and push it slowly over my head, revealing my boobs completely.

I see how Niragi is fighting to keep it together, obviously wanting to get up and rip off my panties, just to fuck me senseless, but he continues to sit patiently. With a small glance to the guy in the chair he makes sure that he is still looking in my direction.

„Look at her“, he coos. „See those perfect breasts? They’re all mine.“ My heart and core ache as a reaction. I continue with my little strip tease and take off my panties too, throwing them next to the bed. Slowly I start to let my hands roam over my body. First to my breasts and then slowly further down. I part my legs, my shame is long gone, and reveal my wet pussy to the men in front of me.

„Tell me what makes you so wet baby?“, Niragi asks me teasingly. „The way you look at me“, I respond, dragging my fingers through my folds. „The hunger in your eyes“, I continue as I lean back on my arms. „Play a bit with yourself. Make yourself feel good.“ I do as he told me and put my fingers on my clit. When I finally find the perfect speed and pressure I throw my head back with a moan.

My eyes are closed as I’m rubbing my clit, enjoying every bit of it. Who thought masturbating in front of a guy I can’t stand would be so exciting? The mattress shifts and as I open my eyes I see Niragi sitting next to me. I grab his hand, guiding it to my pussy, hungry for his touch.

„Look at that“, he whispers, looking back to the rat while sliding his fingers inside. „So desperate for my touch.“ The guys eyes are burning with hate. As quickly as Niragi started, he also stopped again, drawing a needy whine from me. I hear him chuckle and then I feel his hands on my thighs turning me to the right, so that I’m I’m no longer facing the rat. Niragi lies down on his stomach, parting my legs again. „Now watch how easy it is for me to drive her crazy.“ With that I feel his tongue on my clitoris, licking and sometimes adding pressure with his tongue piercing.

Curious about how the rat looks like while watching me getting eaten out by another guy I turn my head and look at him. Even though his eyes still try to kill Niragi, his dick is rock hard. I turn my head again and with a loud moan I demonstrate how good Niragi is making me feel. I run my hands through his raven locks and grab a fistful of it. Normally he wouldn’t tolerate this behavior but he is too lost in the act to care.

My moans are getting louder and I’m near my peak and for once Niragi is nice to me and doesn’t stop. After the wave of pleasure slowly faded I look back into Niragis eyes. A smug grin and proud expression is glued to his face as he slowly turns his head to the guy next to us.

„Number one“, he whispers and I can’t help but smile even wider, because counting means I’m going to have another one. And another. And another.

After Niragi has sat up again, now kneeling on the bed, he takes my left leg and props it on his shoulder. Fingertips grazing my legs, leaving goosebumps behind, travel slowly up to my pulsating core.

I just can’t get enough of him.

When his hand hovers over my pussy he pauses. „Tell me what you want baby“, he whispers, planting light kisses on my leg. „Tell us.“

A short glance of mine goes to the rat before I concentrate on Niragi again. „Your fingers“, I whine. „Deep inside me.“

To my surprise no begging is needed. For now at least. His long fingers find their way between my folds and slide inside my pussy. As soon as he’s knuckle-deep inside me he starts to bend his fingers, hitting my g-spot right away.

With a loud moan I signal him that he‘s making me feel good. Only a few seconds later his other hand finds my pussy too, rubbing over my clit.

This must be what heaven is like.

My second orgasm washes over me rather quickly and for a second I feel like the room is spinning.

„Number two“, Niragi informs the other man. He helps me sit up surprisingly gentle and looks into my eyes, almost as if he looks for any discomfort.

Quickly I discard this thought again. I’m obviously still with my head in the clouds.

„Damn, she’s far gone“, Niragi laughs. „And I didn’t even undressed yet.“ He‘s right, I realize.

„Let’s change that, shall we?“ What a stupid question. Normally I would roll my eyes at that but I don’t dare to do anything bratty right now, too scared his kindness will fade if I upset him. So I only nod, eyes glued to him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

I look at him like a dog, waiting for a treat as he finally opens his pants. In fact, I, in some way, am a dog waiting for a treat.

„Imma give your fucked out mind a little break, sounds good?“ It doesn’t but I nod anyways, knowing obeying will be rewarded eventually. „On the floor“, he commands and when I crawled in front of him he takes off his pants completely, letting them pool around his ankles.

I feel the look of the guy behind me burning into my back. Seems like behaving like a horny bitch does the job.

„See that? She would do anything for me.“ I can basically hear Niragis mischievous grin as he speaks to my ex. „Did she ever sucked you?“ A look over my shoulder shows me that he is shaking his head no, finally realizing it’s better if you answer if Niragi asks you something.

Niragis cock distracted me so much that I didn’t even realized that he had picked up his gun again, pointing it at the man in front of him.

He tangles the fingers of his free hand in my hair, putting a few strands behind my ear. Then he pushes my head a bit down. „Come on baby, suck it.“

Without further ado I open my mouth and take him inside. I gag as he hit the back of my throat, but by now I’m mostly used to it so it isn’t bothering me any further.

„Fuck“, Niragi moans. „She’s amazing.“ His praise goes straight to my core and while I blow him I start to grind down, searching for friction. A laugh mixed with another moan escapes Niragis throat. „Your little cunt can’t go five minutes without needing attention?“ He tugs at my hair, letting me know he wants me to stand up again. „It’s about you today. I want him to see how you fall apart.“

Yepp. Definitely heaven.

I crawl back on the bed and lay down on my stomach, ass up high. „That’s right. Give us a nice few of your ass, baby.“ Niragi says, slapping my butt so hard that I gasp.

Muffled shouts echo trough the room, coming from the tied up guy, who is obviously not really happy about the slap Niragi gave me, but he on the other hand just laughs.

„Don’t worry“, he says amused. „She’s into that. Honestly I thought you knew that since you can please her so good.“ His fingers sliding slowly trough my folds again, showing my ex that I am indeed enjoy the hard side of fucking Niragi.

„You know the saying: three‘s the charm.“ And with that I can finally feel Niragis hands on my hips again, pulling me back to him. But instead of pushing right into me, he starts to tease me with the tip of his dick, drawing circles around my hole. „Look at him, doll. I bet he is dying to know how your face looks when your filled with my cock“, Niragi whispers with a low tone in my ear, making shivers running down my spine.

I turn my head and look right into my ex-boyfriends brown eyes. His expression is filled with hate and rage and for some reason this gets me even wetter. A sigh escapes my lungs when I finally feel Niragi pushing in to me, never breaking eye contact with the man on the chair. Usually he rams his cock inside me, but today he is taking his time, making sure to savour tue moment, and the boiling rage of the rat.

As soon as his balls hit my pelvis it’s over with the slow and sensual acting and he starts ramming his cock inside me like he always does.

And fuck - I love it.

My eyes stay where they were, taking in how the poor guy is squirming around, not sure if he should look away or try to find a way to get off of the sight in front of him. Either way he suffers and it would shock me how much I enjoy this sight, if I were able to think straight.

But my ability to think is quite limited right now, since the only thing I can concentrate on is the way Niragi hits that sweet spot all over again, and how his finger is dancing on my clit. I moan without even paying attention what exactly comes out of my mouth.

„Niragi“ I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach. „I’m close. Please.“ Niragis rhythm gets sloppier, which leads me to the conclusion that he is close too. „Go ahead babygirl. Don’t hold back.“

That’s all I needed to hear. It’s like my body waited for those words, because right after he finished his sentence, I feel the wave of pleasure breaking over me, turning me into a moaning mess. And it took Niragi right with it, who cums with a load groan inside me.

My head is spinning and my body is tingling as I come down from my high. „And number three“, Niragi whispers proudly, already up on his feet again.

With his gun in his hand he walks up to the chair. „Now what? What should I do with you?“ He glances shortly to me before turning his head again. „You know what? You’re a lucky guy. After that amazing session I am in a very good mood.“

He walks around the chair like a lion watching his prey. Then he picks up his boxershorts from the floor, puts them back on, walks up to the door and opens it.

The other two guys must have wait, because Niragi yells out the door: „Get the bastard out of my face.“ They don’t even bother to untie him first. One of them just grabs the back of the chair and drags him out of the room.

„You’re insane“, I whisper tiredly, as Niragi climbs back in bed to me. „I know“, he replies. „And you’re ducking into that.“

I don’t answer, instead I just roll over and let my head rest on his chest. And this time he doesn’t push me away. Maybe he isn’t that cold as he always acts.

[the-settingsun]

King of hearts, chishiya x reader

Warnings: gore, violence, niragi (implied attempted assuault), drugs

Please put on a set of handcuffs and take your seat behind the table.

Kuina approached the plaque, waiting for you. She was in no state to have her hands restricted, having cleared the Jack of spades recently the flimsy bandages you wrapped around her arms could fall apart any moment. You stared at the handcuffs.

“I can do this.”

She understood, offering a good luck hug as she descended down the stairs, waving at you one more time. It was hardly believable that she could kick your ass in seconds when she looked this adorable. 

Only two sets of handcuffs remained on the table when you had approached it. You struggled a bit with restraining your left hand, prompting you to use the table as a support. They locked into place with a mechanical click. The game venue was a penthouse. With the posh furniture and extravagant accents it reminded you of The Beach. The entrance was a hallway in a U shape, splitting off into two directions, a balcony and further into the apartment itself. Trying the balcony door, you had no luck. It still had a modern look to it although some of nature had tried to break through the glass panes, it seemed untouched by the Borderlands so far. Screens decorated most of the walls, with arrows guiding you towards what you presumed was the table instructions mentioned. You needed to make a mental note of the layout before following them. The apartment consisted of two bedrooms joined to their respective walk-in closets and bathrooms as well as a game room main feature of which was a set up pool table. 

Amidst your search the familiar feminine robotic voice announced: “Registration now closed. Game will begin shortly.”

The shelves were full of liquor bottles. Reaching for one of them you checked them for expiration date or the year they were made, which was absent, as to be expected. You checked the drawers under them, thanks to your brief time spent with Niragi you recognized the smell of cannabis, making it easy to conclude what was in the other packages. 

“Excuse me.” A girl dressed in a uniform-like dress passed you, brushing against your shoulder. She had a shaved head and a backpack thrown over her right shoulder. She must be the last contestant. With your pre-game routine finished, you followed soon after her. 

The room unveiling before you was an open area with another entrance to the balcony. Similar shelves as to ones in the game room surrounded a giant screen with the familiar words: GAME. You sat down. Behind the table were eight contestants, excluding you. One seat remained vacant. To your right sat a woman in her early thirties, hair slicked back into a bun held by a clip matching in the cherry red color to her nails. The empty seat was the head of the table to your left, the other was occupied by an older woman in a denim dress. Pair of men noticed your presence, whispering something before one spoke up. 

“She was at The Beach.”

He nudged his friend and leaned forwards, putting his hands under his chin. The girl that entered before you sat two seats to the right at the opposite end of the table. Her backpack awkwardly behind her as she sat on the edge of the chair. 

“Game start” 

The screen lit up simultaneously as the voice spoke the words. 

“Game: Cops and Robbers

Difficulty: King of Hearts

Time limit: 24 hours

Weapons not allowed.”

Time limit 24 hours? That explains the beds and stockpile of alcohol and food. You took another glance at your opponents, three of them grew nervous with the mention of time, interesting. Your train of thought was halted by spotting a familiar white jacket out of the corner of your eye. Chishiya Shuntaro. That bastard. A wave of disappointment washed over your body, seeping deep into your bones. Of course he would be so smug as to take on a King game. He just stood there, unbothered, looking at the screen. You told yourself he was dead. He was dead, that's why he never showed up. That's why he didn't respond to any messages left at game sites by Kuina or you. Not wanting to look at him a second longer, the focus was shifted to the screen again. Yet you felt all your emotions centered at the blonde asshole leaning against the wall. What little shown of his face illuminated in white light revealed the heavy eye bags under his feline-like eyes. 

“Rules: 

- Keep the robber, the king, from taking off his handcuffs. If he takes off his handcuffs it is game over for every cop.

-If a cop is in handcuffs by the end of the game, it is game over for them.

- Each player will be dealt five cards. Among these fifty cards there are ten cards with the combination for a key along with the handcuff number they correspond to. Imputing a wrong code results in Game Over. Ten contain information about players, ten are general statement cards which reveal a sentence truthful about one or more participants, ten are blank cards, ten are question cards to which the question must be answered truthfully. Failing to do so results in Game Over. 

-If a participant leaves their seat during a round it is game over

-Once ten cards have been played the participants have freedom to move however they want, to continue playing all participants must sit at the table before the end of the break. Each break lasts one hour, if the time limit ends during a break it is game over for everyone.

-Key cards of a deceased participant shall be added to the participant following their turn, Information, Key card of numbers corresponding to deceased players, Truth, Blank and Statement cards will be rendered invalid, playing them results in game over. Playing another player's card also results in Game over.

-Game Clear, each of the cops have been freed and the robber-King of Hearts remains handcuffed.”

Chishiya took his seat as the rules finished being read.

A low whisper arose among the participants as the rules kept appearing. The game seemed simple enough, it is hearts after all. The real problem is the human aspect. You glanced at your handcuffs, 4. The lady next to you was 3 and the girl with the shaved head was 6 or 8. The two guys that sat together were probably 1st to arrive based on their seats. Furthest from the entrance. Chishiya had to have been here for a longer time too but the registration was not time limited so he might as well have arrived sooner than them. Based on how untouched the alcohol and what your perspective view of food supply allowed it couldn't have been more than a day since the last re-supply. Although this information somehow comforted you, the identity of the king could not be predicted based on numbers or their arrival.

“The round has now started, all participants must remain in their seats”

A cubical hole opened up before each seat, revealing a pack of given cards. The person opposite you, a bulky man in his fifties reached out for his pack, hesitantly everyone followed. Two truth cards, one key card number 6, one statement and one blank. You ignored him, but with a sort of bitter melancholic feeling. You wanted to look, to scream in his face that you and Kuina risked splitting from the group because of him. The game was more important though. It is best to act like you dont know eachother, he must have realized it, and you were not going to hinder his plan. He was your best bet on clearing the game. 

“Lets just give every girl the key card, they cannot be the king” one of the beach guys suggested

The girl with the shaved head laughed in his face, leaning closer to him. “When was that in the rules?”

“Every game we have been to, the king is a man and the queen is a woman,” his friend retorted.

“Honey boy this is hearts. Anyone can be heartless” she paused “or be the King of them” 

After a brief moment of silence, a girl with a loose ponytail raised a card, before she was interrupted by the man next to her, he reached for her forearm, placing one of his hands on her, and made a stop motion with his other one, although you could not see it well since he was on your side of the table, furthest from you. 

“We should start with Statement and Information cards. Do not reveal any key cards until we know who is the king” the man stated with a matter of fact tone of voice.

The woman next to me nodded and shifted in her seat. The first card was played. Statement card. The girl with a loose ponytail carefully placed it in front of her.

“Two people in this room killed someone before entering the borderlands” 

“Murders!” the woman next to me shrieked, taking a shaken breath. “One of them has to be King” 

“Killing someone has no connection to being the King, just like being a man” you commented.

The two guys that recognized you from the beach leaned into one another, revealing their cards to each other. 

“I am next,” The man in a business suit exclaimed, removing his cuffed hands from the girl. He placed down an information card. 

“Yoko Suzuryu, age 17 is engaged to her teacher, a man 18 years her senior.” 

You could just imagine the type of smirk that Chishiya had right now, one eyebrow slightly raised; amused and intrigued. He was often like that when he forced you to play cards or whatever with him. He mostly always won because you were distracted- he looked pretty like that. 

The girl in the ponytail gasped, hands flying to her mouth “How did they-?”

“Got a type ei girl” the man opposite me laughed a breathy raspy laugh, clearly a smoker. 

“It's okay darling, it's alright” The woman at the other head of the table comforted her. The girl sniffled and wiped her tears on her sleeve. The woman next to you placed another statement card. 

“Three people in this room are smokers, one is trying to quit”

It was your turn next. The decision was either a blank or a statement, however you needed to think about your choice wisely, if you remained with the Key card until the end just like everyone else the end game would leave you to play it ultimately dooming the number 6 were it to be the King to win. That card has to remain with you until 6 is dead. Statement.

“One participant in this game has masturbated to another one while they slept in the same room”

What? Everyone at the table fell silent, choosing to ignore the statement, especially the boy duo from the beach. 

One of them, the one wearing shorts and a button up shirt, played a Key card. Number 3, my neighbor jumped up and reached for the code. 

“No!” The man in the business suit tried to stop her. A laser burnt through her head before she realized her fatal mistake. Her body slid onto the floor, blood pooling at the soles of my feet. Yoko, the girl now closest to me shrieked, moving her chair towards her neighbor. 

She was number 3, which meant you got to take her cards, Key for 10 and 7…and invalid Truth along with an invalid Blank. Those two you pocketed. Perhaps a possible strategy is giving someone an invalid card to eliminate them. 

“What the fuck Genji? Whaddya play the Key for man?” his friend raised his voice at him

“It's not girls, I'm telling you the king is a dude. I didn't know she was gonna leap for it like that” Genji defended himself.

The round ended with 6 statements, 2 sets of information and 1 of truth and blank each. The line up was as follows: 

Yoko Suzuruyu, engaged to her teacher sitting inches from

Ryuji Sakamoto, former investment banker and father of two. His Information card revealed the following: Ryuji Sakamoto, age 43, is father to only one of his two children. 

DECEASED

You

Genji, beach member, whose information card was: Genji Fudo, age 19, has been kicked out of his recreational volleyball team for being bisexual

Older woman who comforted Yoko

The man opposite of you

The other former beach member

Chishiya

“Right” Chishiya stated as he presented the empty card. “Shall we continue?”

“The round has now ended, all participants are free to leave their seats”

Yoko sprung from her chair running off to the bathroom, both Ryuji and the older woman followed after her. The man opposite you walked off towards the balcony, lighting a cigarette once turned away. The two men that recognized you from the beach struck up a conversation with you, one sitting in the space between you and Chishiya, the other one shifting in his spot as he tried to stand comfortably.  

“So, how have you been since the beach ended?” Genji spoke “Are you still with that Arisu guy?” 

“We got separated.” You responded in half truth to most of their questions, the other guy, the one still in a swimsuit was called Daichi. Both of them were in police academy.  Why have they not spoken to Chishiya? He was also an executive, and you two were often together…

“When did you guys join the beach?”

“Two days before the hearts game.” Daichi said.

That explains it, they had barely enough time to join the militants and get high. They decided to stop pestering you and after what seemed like the entire hour they walked off to get alcohol. You turned their offer of joining in, you saw alcohol as more of an escape than fun pastime activity.

The first time you drank in the borderlands Chishiya was there for you, that was the first time you felt like he truly did feel emotion, being so cold before even towards Kuina, that night and following day changed your opinion. The human elevator. You had survived by tying yourself to the elevator via a rope, not the best of strategies-it resulted in harsh burns across your arms. It had started with Niragi celebrating his game, as he put it finally good target practice, by chugging half a vodka bottle like water. Which was pretty impressive. He lost his shirt in the process. He sprawled on the seats in the VIP executive booth where you had been noting down the cards gained, you were number 4, responsible for the ledger of cards and number of duplicates. To be honest you had possibly the riskiest position when it came as far as executive duties went, sure Aguni was responsible for all militants but if there was a card missing after being collected you would be the prime suspect and trials were not a thing with Niragi around. That's how you ended up downing the rest of the bottle, trying to stay on his good side when you indulged his demands. 

“Come on? That's all you can handle?” Niragi egged you on “One more come on” 

He grabbed your hand harshly and forced a shot glass in your hand. You downed it, the taste becoming too much, your face scrunched up. “I need a mixer Niragi”

“Alright princess you go bless the Hatter with your little notes and Ill go grab you a drink” he stood up, shaking his head violently. 

With a very unsteady walk you made it to Hatter's room, knocking, one of his bikini girls opened, calling him over. He took the thing, smiling widely as he realized your state. “Finally gave in?”

“Niragi forced me” you mumbled

“Enjoy the… night then” he winked and walked off. 

When you came back Niragi was eyeing Usagi and Arisu who just stood at the edge of the crowd. 

“Leave them be.” you sat back down, head already light and fuzzy. 

Niragi pushed a green soda in your direction. 

“Cheers” he said with a smirk, unaware of his gaze you downed the entire glass, it tasted slightly bitter but you had no clue what brand or sort of soda it was so you didn't comment on it. 

You two talked about your games, Niragi stirred the conversation by talking about his gun and showing off his piercings.

“I think you should size them down a little, the one on your nose doesn't suit your face” 

“Oh that is the wrong size of mine you should worry about” he sneered, looking around. The crowd was just getting wild, so it must have been right before midnight when you passed out. 

“Up we go” 

With that, you were holding onto his shoulders as he carried you to your room. The thoughts in your head were blurred, you were aware of your surroundings well enough that when you saw Chishiya passing by you threw Niragir's hand off and came up to Chishiya instead. Niragi rolled his eyes, deciding it was not worth it. Chishiya was the biggest bother of all to him, and as much as he would love to see him pissed off he turned around and went back hunting. 

There is not much you remember from the morning after, you woke up and took whatever pill Chishiya left on your bedside table. He was sleeping soundly in an armchair next to your bed.  He cared enough to make you able to function that day. Of course you realized what Niragi was trying to do, and as pathetic as it sounds you were not about to confront him, he caused riots unprompted so a tantrum from being called out was not something anyone needed. When Chishiya awoke he made small talk, went to get you some food and came back. Not once during the day he tried to leave. 

“You know, this makes me think you actually tolerate me.” you joked with him.

“I have your Key card” you turned to him. 

“And nothing to say to me apparently” he replied.

“8593” you read the numbers to him. He stood up, one hand in his pocket. “Lets go”

You followed suit, approaching the number 10 vault. “We thought you were dead, I thought you died Chishiya.”

Your defeated confession did not phase him at all. He was focused on making the vault open. 

“Then you underestimate me” 

“Bullshit, you know what this is about.” you raised your voice, lowering it when you became aware of how thin the walls are.

“You promised me, you promised that if we clear the number cards you would be there for me. So far, even seeing Niragi was more of a comfort than you and he tried to assault two out of three girls in my last game.” you whispered, the image of Niragi over you flashing in the front of your brain while staring into his dark eyes. “You pretend to care, but you cannot bother to show it Chishiya”

You turned around, hearing the click of his handcuffs becoming undone.

Chishiya followed your figure as you disappeared through the door. Niragi was alive, that was going to be a hindrance. He had hurt you, and he was not around to stop him this time. Even in his thoughts you came first, he hated that you did. Niragi posed a threat to you. That is why you couldn't have been more wrong. He cared. When he was around you he could not think straight, as if an alarm was constantly going off in his head. He just didn't know how to show it to you. That night when he showed up at your room, he had gone over what he was going to say countless times in his head. Seeing you arrive with Niragi, he was caught off guard. No words needed, he took care of you. Falling asleep while watching over you. In a sense that was the best and worst thing that happened, he did not need an excuse to spend the day with you, but he had no plan, he was afraid that you would say no to him.

He hated that you were in a game with him, that you chose the seat which made your hands so close to his he could feel the warmth. He rubbed his wrists. 

Without a word you waited out the forty minutes. Yoko entered with Sakamoto's hand on her shoulder, the woman following them. He seemed to genuinely comfort her before sitting her down. Chishiya came through the doorway, keeping his handcuffs on, preparing to drop them as soon as the card was played. This round, you sat so that Chishiya was in your field of vision.

“The round has now started, all participants must remain in their seats”

Yoko began the round with a Truth card. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

Yoko looked at the woman to her right, she smiled back at Yoko and nodded. 

“Are you Hiro Takeguya?”

“Yes.”

Yoko looked at Sakamoto, who looked around at everybody, producing a Truth card. Staring at Takeguya. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“You” he pointed at the man  “why did you kill your daughter?”

He laughed, reached for the pack of cigarettes he had been smoking prior to the round. Took one, lit it and took a drag. “I refuse to answer”

A laser shot through his head. He died leaning back in his chair, cigarette falling to the ground where Chishiya put it out with his foot. Number 8 reached to get his cards, tossing all of them face-up. Disappointed she commented “All invalids” 

It was your turn, first you showed everyone your Key card for number 7. Tossing it on the ground. There was no use for it anymore. You played Key card for Chishiya. He put his handcuffs on the table. 

“You told him the code before the start of the round?”  Shaved head girl questioned. “You working together then?” 

Chishiya smirked as if the prospect of you two being affiliated amused him “No” 

Jesus this man was insufferable. You looked at him, and looked back down to further imprint the idea of something else than teamwork going on. He already must have a plan then, you wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to make it seem like he was outdoing the king, proving he is worthy of being his opponent. It seemed like the face card representatives liked knowing that they are the best, disproving any challengers and Chishiya was making good use of this. He just proved himself to not be the king and challenged the king to a match of wits and manipulation.

Genji followed up with an Information card.

“Hiro Takeguya, age 59 is the Dollhouse killer, responsible for the torture and subsequent death of his daughter”

The woman in the blue dress played a Truth card. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“The blonde man, what did you do to her?” she inquired. 

“I have not touched her since the game started.” Chishiya replied with a cold expression. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“Follow up” the girl with the shaved head asked in an accusatory tone  “What did you do to her?”

She kicked Sakamoto under the table. 

Instead of Sakamoto, Yoko replied. “I am going to leave this game, I had wanted to give up for some time now, they just gave me the comfort I needed. Please help them find the king.”

Sakamoto closed his eyes and replied “Comforted her.”

The round continued. Daichi played the card for his own number. With Chishiyas statement card another break started. 

“Every participant in this room knows Niragi Suguru”

With the mention of Niragi Yoko started bawling her eyes out, Niragi has that effect on people. Although considering her confession, she knew this was the end. She thanked everyone with a bow and stood up.

“The round has now ended, all participants are free to leave their seats”

Daichi, Genji and you stood up, presumably going to unlock their handcuffs and you to the kitchen area to get snacks. Your choice was a green tea drink, taiyaki and Chishiyas favorite biscuits. In a way he reminded you of a cat, liking only very specific foods and being adamant about wearing his favorite jacket. These little things are what reminded you that you cared for him, really you did. And that was enough for you. 

Chishiya waited for you, signaling you to follow him. You went into the master bedroom and he closed the door behind him. You sat down on the bed, where he joined you. You handed him the sweets. “I'm sorry Chishiya, I shouldn't have said all that before. I have no right to judge you. ”

“This room kind of looks like your room at the beach.” he played with the packaging.

“Yeah, I suppose it does” you laughed at his attempt to ease the tension, it did not work in the slightest.  

“Did” Chishiya paused, setting aside his biscuits “Did Niragi hurt you?” 

“He tried.” you sighed “We were up against a former band, the King of Clubs team. They had outnumbered Tatta, gaining enough points to send most of us into a hopeless spiral. Kuina said her goodbyes. Me and Usagi ran off. When Niragi realized he was going to die as well, he went after Usagi. And when Arisu stopped him he went after me. I made peace with it. I think some part of me felt like I owed him something, for getting away once and I stopped fighting him. Were it not for Arisu winning us the game there would have been nothing to stop him.” 

You subconsciously dug your thumb into your palm, drawing a trickle of blood. Chishiya reached for your hand, taking both of them in his. Running his thumb over your skin. 

“That night that Niragi drugged you, I was not just passing by. I was waiting for you, hoping you would walk by.” he let go with one hand and pulled his hood down. 

“I wanted to tell you that you make me feel like your whole world. I promised to be with you after the ten of hearts so that you wouldn't leave the beach with anyone else. I did not want to lose you. I care about you and I never got the chance to properly say that, until now.” 

He let go of your hands. Wrapping his arms around you. “I want to be with you” 

You remained silent. 

“So do I.” 

The kiss came naturally, your face instinctively moved to his. Lips meeting midway. It was just brief, natural. Chishiya leaned back in, kissing you once more. By the time it was time for the third round you had finished your snacks, laying in bed together. Chishiya holding your hand in his while explaining his conclusion to you.

“It is Sakamoto, then,” you said.

“I have no doubts about it” Chishiya replied.

“So, do you plan on calling him out or making a drastic reveal? I know you'd like that.” you stood up, stretching your hands a bit. The handcuffs made it hard to move them. 

“No, I would rather spend my truth cards on making you confess your love to me.” he half smirked, not looking away from his cards. 

“You are unbearable Chishiya,” you teased.

You returned first, sat down and took out your cards, rearranging them on the table. The round began with only half the participants. Chishiya once again sat down last. The body of Yoko's female companion was covered with a sheet, Yoko crying softly and Sakamoto sitting stone faced. You discarded the Key card for number 6.

“We should start” Sakamoto proclaimed

“Where are her cards?” Daichi asked. 

“All blanks” Sakomoto looked at Daichi

“Not possible” the girl with the shaved head retorted and pointed at the sheet from which a hand of the older woman stuck out. “She had a Key card.” 

“For Yoko” Sakamoto said, lifting Yoko's hands, showing she no longer had handcuffs. Yoko jerked her hand back.

“The round has now started, all participants must remain in their seats”

Yoko and Sakamoto each played a Blank card. You played a Truth card.

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

“Sakamoto, did the woman at the head of the table have one or two Key cards.”

“One” Sakamoto calmly replied. 

You hoped Chishiya caught onto what you were trying to do. If he asked Yoko the same question and her answer would differ it would mean that the king is an exception to rules - proving the Kings identity to the others. 

Genji threw out a Blank card and the girl played an Information card. 

“Chishiya Shuntaro, age 25, the son of the chief of directors at Tokyo general hospital was disowned by his father” 

“I knew you were familiar!” Daichi yelled “You burned Niragi!”

“Right.” Chishiya smiled slyly. 

You knew of Chishiyas father, very little, but enough to know not to pry right now.

“Why didn't you say you were from the beach, man? We'd have invited you to drink with us” Daichi asked as he threw out a Key card for Genji.

You, shaved head and Sakamoto were the only ones in handcuffs right now. Yoko also seemed to notice. 

“Her! It's her! She is the king!” she frantically waved her hands, pointing to you. 

The girl with the shaved head, leaned back, quietly murmuring “Fuck, Id never have thought” 

“Alright then, we just have to unlock my handcuffs, wait and its game clear.” Sakamoto leaned back, adjusting his position. 

Chishiya reached for you hand under the table, whispering in your ear. “Im going to enjoy this”

You squeezed his hand, suppressing a smile. 

Chishiya revealed his cards. “Good thing I have this then”

“Yes! Good job everyone” Yoko beamed, looking over at Sakamoto. 

“Yoko,” Chishiya slid forward a card. 

“A Truth card has been played, player ask your question.”

 “How many key cards did the woman at the head of the table have?”

Yoko looked at Sakamoto, then at Chishiya. “One”

A laser charred through her head, blood pooling and dripping down the table. 

“Holy shit. It's you.” The girl with the shaved head 

“The round has now ended, all participants are free to leave their seats”

Sakamoto rushed to get Yoko's cards, but the girl with the shaved head stopped him. 

“6343” she announced. With the way Sakamoto was stretched across the table it was easy to peek at his cards. He had an Information and Key card.

“7-”

“7117” Chishiya beat you to it.

“You lost” the girl pushed him to his seat sticking out her tongue, mocking him.

He had a disgusted scowl on his face. 

“You wanna stay behind and get wasted?” Daichi turned to Genji. They shared a high five and all giddy, left the room. Daichi yelled “We will watch him get shot”

“While doing shots” Genji laughed.

Those two really are something. You sometimes ache to have such a simple mindset, being able to enjoy careless pleasures. Chishiya placed his hand on your back. Careless pleasure huh.

“Lets go.” he urged, the crinkly paper in his pocket gave him away. He'd stolen two if not three packets of the biscuits.

“Look at you, robber.” 

“Oh I'm not the one in handcuffs am I?” 

“Would you like to be” you looked at him, expecting an equally smart ass comeback.

“I think I prefer this.” he gently pushed your body against the wall, pulling your hands to the side, careful not to hurt your wrists and leaned in for a kiss. He had this stupid expression on his face, intense eyes but smiling. 

The girl was in the vault room, imputing her code. “Hey, you two, thanks for whatever you did back there. I'm Mima by the way” 

Sound of handcuffs dropping echoed and she groaned slightly “Jesus, if I hadn't stopped smoking I'd say I need a cigarette.” 

You grabbed the key, Chishiya taking over and unlocking your handcuffs. Chishiya leaned into your ear, placing the set of handcuffs in his pocket along with the key “Were keeping these”

You felt your cheeks burn up slightly. What have you gotten into? Rather what will you get into you…

“Mima, Im Chishiya, this is (YN/)” he chirped.

The tree of you walked out. Kuina was sitting outside, playing with her Lucky charm (which was literally a bomb). You greeted her with a hug. 

“Kuina, this is Mima.” you introduced them. 

“And this is, well” you tried to prepare Kuina, Chishiya walked out the building, eyes closed, hands inside his pocket. 

“You son of a bitch” Kuina smiled widely. 

An explosion sounded above you, right, the airship. Everybody realized, started walking wherever. 

“I have a hideout nearby.” Chishiya raised his voice.

“Great, I need a fucking bed.” Kuina raised her hand. 

“Right there with you Kuina,” Mima added.

“Oh yeah, we do too.” Chishiya raised one of his eyebrows in your direction, thanks to Kuina and Mima being in front of you they didn't catch his expression. 

“You're insufferable,” you said.

“Oh you won't be saying that when Im done with you” 

“I hate you” 

“Do you” Chishiya pulled out a Truth card from the game. You stopped running, amusing him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Never” 

[idolsfacts]

私の男の赤ちゃん

Alice in Borderland is back

[xy4n1d3]

★ - not so mr. nice guy

i’m fixated on alice in borderland, so why not make my first little drabble of it? ★ warnings : niragi himself is a whole ass trigger warning , noncon , gunplay , oral (niragi receiving) , swearing , hair pulling , & dacryphilia (?) if i missed any lmk ! ★ anything written in this fic is solely fiction and should not be done in real life. please remember to always separate fiction / fanfics from reality. EDIT: if you guys would like me to make a niragi fic please let me know!

the beach was a place where you could be yourself. where you could party, drink, fuck, and do all the drugs you want. you chatted with a few people here and there, most who were intoxicated or high out of their minds, and some who didn’t pay attention to a single thing you were saying, their gaze lingering on your chest. usually, you’d stay out near the pool area for a few hours, chatting the day away with kuina or catching up with arisu, but today, you were only out for about 30 minutes or so; the catcalling got to be too much and you were fed up with it, saluting your friends bye as you headed inside.  pressing the elevator button, you went in and tapped the button to lead you up to your room, just wanting to crash in bed and call it a night. but as the elevator opened and you were just about to taste victory, someone tugged your hair -- and quite hard at that -- and pulled you into a corner, pushing a finger to your lips. your eyes had widened massively, you had seen this guy around. he was aguni morizono’s second in command, and many people feared him; suguru niragi.  “oh, you’re a pretty thing, aren’t ya?” he asked rhetorically, letting his eyes wander up and down your figure, licking at his lips hungrily. you had to admit, he was quite an attractive man, but this was already a terrible first impression ( not that he already didn’t give you bad vibes, but you didn’t think he was this terrible ). you swatted his hand away and was just about to leave, however he pulled you back and slammed you against the wall. now you couldn’t leave, even if you really wanted to. “how about this,” he stated, a smirk pulling on his face, his eyes practically seeing through you, as if you were nothing but a toy to him. “you suck my dick, and i’ll let ya go, hm?” he couldn’t be serious.  you almost wanted to laugh at his desperation. did he do this to all the girls here? and you just so happened to be niragi’s lucky target of the day! how fun! “over my dead body.” you spat, trying to toughen yourself up. you thought that’d do the trick and that he’d leave you the hell alone, but your comment made him laugh, his tongue hanging out slightly from his mouth, showing off the piercing. god, he really was a psycho, wasn’t he? one second you were okay, and the next, a gun was placed to the side of your head. he was being serious about this. your breath caught in your throat, fear making your heart pound out of your chest. and niragi relished in it. he loved how he could make you cower like an injured little puppy in the matter of mere seconds.  “suck it.” he ordered, clicking the gun. it wasn’t loaded, was it? but judging by how dark his gaze became, this wasn’t a joke. obediently, you dropped to your knees and tugged on his pants, his bulge becoming much more evident. he was getting aroused by this. turned on by your fear. what a sicko.  yanking down his boxers, you gulped nervously at his size, precum already oozing from his slit, piercings glistening in the light. tilting your eyes up, almost begging for him to let you go, he nudged the gun to the side of your head, practically telling you to do it. taking in a deep breath, you parted your lips and slipped your mouth over the tip of his cock, his piercings cold and scraping against your cheeks. he was quite big, and you pushed your mouth further on him, trying to get yourself adjusted to his size. however, he was growing impatient with your pace, gripping the back of your head and completely thrusting his dick into your mouth.  you gagged as he hit the back of your throat, eyes burning and slightly watering. he just gave a small cackle and tightened his grip on your hair, giving you the cue to continue. nervously, you obeyed and began to bob your head up and down on him, feeling him hit at the back repeatedly, causing you to gag and choke a bit on your own spit. niragi’s lips tugged into a grin, quiet groans slipping out from his mouth. seeing you on your knees for him, fearful for what he’d do if you didn’t listen, gagging and choking on his dick was turning him on even more.  you dragged your tongue around the base, feeling his veins prod against your taste buds. saliva began to slip from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your cleavage and onto the floor. his groans progressed in volume slightly, his grip tightening so hard that you swore he was about to yank your hair out.. but then he started fucking your mouth on his cock harder, abusing your throat, making your gags louder as you struggled to breathe. tears pricked and rolled down your face, and you cursed at yourself for feeding into niragi’s desires. it didn’t help when he started thrusting into your mouth, his rhythm slightly sloppy -- he was close. with a few more thrusts, he leaned his head back against the wall, eyes shutting as he came in bliss, liquid spilling into your mouth. he tasted salty, and slightly bitter, and as he looked back at you, he pinched your nose; making you unable to breathe entirely which made you panic a bit. “swallow.” he ordered, voice raspy. you did as he ordered, swallowing his cum, feeling the bitter aftertaste linger on your tongue. he pulled out and let go of your nose, causing you to gasp for air as saliva dripped from your lips.  “atta girl.” he cackled, pulling the gun away and shooing you off. “i’ll play with you again soon.” tucking his dick back into his boxers and pulling his pants up, he watched as you cleaned off your mouth and quickly headed to your room, not daring to look back once you got there and shut the door. unluckily for you, you just got marked by suguru niragi. and this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you.

[tofuxtea]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐈

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

— ICE/WAX PLAY: semi-nsfw, kinktober event

— A LITTLE JEALOUSY: how chishiya + niragi are when they’re jealous

— BEST OF BOTH WORLDS: chishiya + niragi have to share you

𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐀

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈

— CNC: nsfw, kinktober event, dark/extreme content

— A LITTLE JEALOUSY: how niragi + chishiya are when they’re jealous

— BEST OF BOTH WORLDS: niragi + chishiya have to share you

𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈

[bts-story]

LOVE IS CHAOS

Previous chapters

Chapter 11 - Trouble

The rumors about Niragi's crime had spread very quickly in the night around The Beach. All the players who lived in the hotel had heard about this newcomer who had killed a militant in order to steal his gun. The Hatter did not find the need to reprimand him, but a visit from Aguni was necessary the next day, when the sun was not yet up. 

Several knocks came on the door of the room you had chosen. It was a large and luxurious room, with a king-size bed and an equally impressive bathroom. It was a room you could never afford in the real world, so Niragi had insisted on enjoying it and appreciating the value of this inaccessibility. 

The door opened with a bang, after all, all the keys to the rooms had been stuck inside the locks to avoid a troop withdrawal, or any other secrecy, for that matter. 

You were entwined in Niragi's arms, bare chest pressed against the softness of the mattress. The sheet had gotten tangled between your legs and was falling right down your back. Niragi was also naked, one arm draped over his chest while his cock rested proudly along his thigh. 

You both were startled by the stranger's invasion into the room, and you tried as best you could to quickly hide your body with the sheet. Eyes still glued shut, it took a little while to figure out what was going on. 

"What the fuck do you want?" Niragi spat as he turned on the light on the bedside table, unconcerned about hiding (he had always been proud of his parts, and very unprudent, even in front of men who might have stared at him). 

Aguni stood at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets and chins up, a defiant look in his eyes. He didn't care about you, at that moment he was only looking at Niragi and if he himself was that stupid, he would grab his machine gun and point it at the intruder. Fortunately, none of that happened. 

"Can you explain to me why one of my guys has a belly full of bullets, in the hallway?" Aguni asked nonchalantly. There was something strange about him that bothered you, it was confusing to face someone who was so imposing with so little interest in anything. 

Well, maybe not, if he was trying to understand why Niragi had killed one of his own. 

Niragi sighed, blinking to try to erase the sleep. He chuckled stupidly and lay back down, twirling the sheet over his thighs. "Get the fuck outta my room." 

But Aguni wouldn't be satisfied with that. He walked over to the bed, and kicked Niragi's legs, who suddenly opened his eyes again, a murderous look on his face. You were still on the other side of the bed, sheet pulled up and tight to your chest as you stood mute before the scene. 

He didn't scare you any more than that, but he seemed to want answers and you couldn't really blame him. One of his men had been killed, and he was looking for someone to blame. It was understandable.

"I'm only going to tell you this once, so listen carefully," Aguni resumed in his threatening voice, "It takes more than that to become an executive member of The Beach, it's not for everyone. I'll let it slide, just this once. But the next time something like this happens again, you'll answer to me." 

It was an act of charity to let Niragi off the hook like that, but for now, you'd take anything. Aguni didn't even give you a glance, nothing at all as he headed for the exit. He slammed the door with a thud, and finally your tense body seemed to relax. 

You didn't even notice your fingers gripping the sheet intently, and Niragi grunted widely as he turned off the light. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" 

Niragi buried his head in his pillow again, and without waiting for an answer, he seemed to want to get back to sleep. "For a number two, I guess." You commented quietly and Niragi didn't really respond, aside from an almost imperceptible shrug. 

That, that sort of thing, was obviously one of Niragi's weak points. He often thought he was so far above everyone else that he forgot that some people had the same attitude as him. A war of egos had no place here, and you wouldn't be the one to take sides in this chaos. 

You knew that Niragi would attract problems, it was always stronger than he was. He always had a tendency to insult the cops who would have arrested him, thinking he had stolen a bottle of liquor from the store; he always had the obligation to throw middle fingers at the first person who honked at him in the car. Niragi was that kind of person, to puff up his chest at the sight of anything that bothered him and often followed by well-chosen words to make his target feel like a nobody. 

But he was too naive to understand that this world was much more dangerous than he thought. 

You turned on the light which burst on the walls again, reflecting the white color of the bulb. Niragi grunted a second time and turned around with a question written all over his face. "Go back to bed," he ordered before slumping back against the pillow. He encircled the pillow with his hands, pumping the muscles in his back. This was usually the kind of sight that made you bite your lip, a definite thought in the back of your mind. 

But now something else was bothering you. "I told you you were going to get us in trouble, we're in Aguni's bullseye with your stupid shit!" 

If there was one person in the world who could talk to Niragi like that it was you. The only person who could stand up to him and make him see the truth in his own eyes without the risk of getting a fist in the face. It was a heavy burden to bear at times, but even Niragi wasn't perfect. Sometimes he was wrong, sometimes he made bad choices. 

"What are you talking about? It's fine." 

"Fine? No, it's far from fine, actually," you exclaimed incredulously and now fully awake. "Niragi, baby, fuck... We should be keeping a low profile, not having fun shooting the first one that comes along. If we're going to get out of here, we need to do it smart." You were starting to get a little angry, all this drama was making your blood boil. After all, you felt that calling attention to yourself was not the best way to gain respect.

If you had to prove your loyalty, this was not how you would have hoped to do it at all. "Be careful, sweetheart, you're standing dangerously close to the fire." Niragi had warned in a deep voice, his eyes closed despite the threat that had just come out of his mouth. 

He didn't want you to forget that despite your relationship, it didn't leave you the opportunity to talk to him any old way. Respect was something that Niragi cherished strongly, and he never missed an opportunity to remind you of it. Even if you hadn't said those exact words, implying that what he was doing wasn't smart annoyed him to no end. 

Far be it from you to diminish him, but you had to make him understand that he shouldn't do it again. What was done, was done, you couldn't go back. But if you could avoid another lapse, then you'd do anything to protect yourself from it. "We have three days left before our visa expires," you clarified, ignoring her warnings, still being careful how you said things. "We're going to have to get them a card back tonight." 

"Yeah, okay, can we go back to sleep now?" Niragi was far too unconcerned for your liking, and as he turned around once more to protect himself from the light that was dazzling him too much, he threw the sheet back over his legs. He hoped that this time he'd get to the bottom of it and force you to go back to bed and catch a few more hours of sleep. 

Unfortunately, you were far too awake to go back to sleep, and the idea of trouble coming after you was too much on your mind to hope to move on. Niragi's breath was getting heavy, and you suspected that he had already gone back to sleep. It was good of him to be able to go back to sleep so easily, without any embarrassment in the world. 

Discreetly, you tried to extricate yourself from the bed without making the mattress creak, and picking up your clothes that were dragging on the floor from Niragi who had torn them from your body last night. Your legs were still a bit sore, but without a word, you put on the clothes to cover your body. 

You didn't want to walk around in a bathing suit here, but for now, you took advantage of the fact that a pair of shorts and a crop top were enough to be left alone. You picked up your shoes, stained with the blood of one of the victims of your first game, and put them on once you left the hotel room and turned off the light. The door closed with a small click that wouldn't wake up Niragi. 

The body of Niragi's victim had disappeared from the hallway, but the dried blood on the carpet was still clearly visible. Ignoring this chilling sight, you made your way to the elevator. 

Few people were already awake, and very few had not yet gone to bed. The hotel corridors were deserted, and it was rare to see anyone. 

As soon as you found yourself outside again, on the patio of the terrace that led to the pool, a light breeze came crashing down on your face and you wished you were more covered up than that. There were still a few players having fun, the sound of the music much lower than during the evening. 

Two young boys were passed out on the cushions of a bench a little further away, a man was lounging on a buoy in the pool, a half-drunk glass of alcohol in his hands. Two girls were still dancing to the music, their movements somewhat blurred and disoriented. 

You sat on the steps of the terrace, wrapping your hands around your arms to try to regain some of the heat. It was a nice place to catch a glimpse of the sunrise, which started to bathe the sky in an orange color. The yellow ball had not yet appeared across the horizon, but it was only a matter of seconds now. 

"You're up bright and early," a voice interrupted your thoughts as you were just beginning to appreciate the beauty of the landscape, which was the same as at home in the real world. 

Chishiya came over and sat down beside you on the steps. He held out a cup towards you that was smoking, and you could feel the smell of coffee tickling your nostrils. 

"Coffee?" He offered kindly, and you couldn't refuse such an invitation. 

"Shit, where did you get that? I must have scoured the city and never found any!" You exclaimed excitedly, taking the cup in your hands. The cup was warm, and you brought it to the edge of your lips before finally resting it in your lap, eyeing the black liquid suspiciously. 

With a small laugh of amusement, Chishiya justified himself, "It's only coffee, don't get carried away." He didn't really explain how it was that there was coffee at The Beach, but you now suspected that a supply crew was surely the cause of the citywide shortage. "Two sugars, if I remember correctly... Is that it?" 

He pretended to be doubtful, but he seemed to remember very well how you liked your coffee. This caused your stomach to tense in a slight way that abruptly bothered you. "Thank you," you mumbled before letting the scalding coffee run down your throat. The taste of caffeine on your tongue would have been enough to make you lose your mind. It was a real problem to be so addicted to coffee. 

A small silence followed as the laughter of the two dancing girls echoed around you. One of them jumped into the water, catching the man on the buoy to play with him. She splashed him, he laughed. 

You were not so much bothered by Chishiya's coming, but you preferred to be alone with your thoughts, just to think about what to do. Of course, you had to keep an eye on Niragi who was slowly starting to fall into a spiral that would swallow him alive if he wasn't more careful. And you, you had to take the responsibility of being the new doctor of the Beach because as the Hatter had said, there didn't seem to be any in this world. 

Besides, it made you think that... "I hear you don't have a doctor?" You asked calmly, hoping that Chishiya would be open for this conversation.

"We have one now, right?" It wasn't the answer you were expecting, but you had to be content with it. Your eyes crinkled as you stared at Chishiya, who only offered you a steady gaze in response. 

He was indeed implying that you would take this role, as if you didn't really have a choice after all. 

"The last doctor we had was killed in a game of spades about twenty days ago," he explained calmly, turning his attention back to the landscape that was finally discovering the sun's bright rays. 

You didn't need the details, although you would have liked to know a little more about the game that had taken his life. The more you learned about each arena, the more you thought you could survive it. 

"I see," you didn't care who this person was though, as long as your place here was secure. Being the new medic of The Beach didn't seem like such a bad role, after all, and even with little experience in this world, you knew you wouldn't be bored. The wounded were surely frequent. 

Again, a few minutes passed before one of you spoke again. The air had turned into something so awkward that you hardly dared to make a sound. It was so strange to see Chishiya in this world, to see him again after all these years. The memories you shared with him were jostling so hard in your brain that it was starting to give you a headache. 

He hadn't changed much physically, except for his hair which had grown a little bit more. It was so long now that he could tie it back in a ponytail if he wanted to. Mentally, he still seemed to have that detached air that made anyone think he didn't care about anything, that little interested him behind his arrogant face. 

"How long have you been here?" You asked to make conversation, that he didn't think you wanted to end your exchange. The case was there, but he didn't need to know that. 

"At The Beach, or in the Borderland?" He asked in a curious tone. 

"I don't know, both?" 

He thought for a second. "I arrived in the Borderland about thirty days ago. I found The Beach quickly, and the Hatter's offer was quite attractive so, I joined his cause." He explained simply, and even though you could feel his gaze out of the corner of your eye, you kept your eyes fixed on the sunrise, thousands and thousands of miles away. 

You took another sip of coffee. The birds began to rise as well, as the sky began to brighten. It was getting less cold now, but you weren't sure if it was the hot cup between your fingers, or the sun's rays crashing down on your figure. 

"What was your first game?" You asked again.

"The ace of diamonds," Chishiya spoke casually, far from being bothered by all your questions. At least, from what you were thinking. "Pretty simple game for a first timer, I got lucky." 

He didn't say what it was, or how he'd managed to survive, but you sensed he was deliberately leaving it in doubt. That was his thing, acting mysteriously as if you would finally beg him for answers to your questions. 

No, far from it. He probably forgot how casual you could be too. Or maybe you'd become that way with Niragi in the last few years. It didn't matter. 

"What kind of game was that?" Still, you wanted to know how far he would go, how far he would be willing to give you answers. You distrusted him like the darn plague, after all, you knew him well enough to know the selfishness and narcissism he displayed. 

"Little riddles," he clarified, but nothing more. Except, "Are you really interested in what I've done so far, or is this just an interrogation?" 

You smiled. He had broken through your offense. It wasn't exactly a well-hidden attack, but it sure seemed like he remembered your style very well. "Don't get me wrong, it was just to make conversation."

He smiled as well. A bird was flying high in the sky, feathers spread wide with each flap of its wings. The two players in the pool had come out a few minutes ago and trained inside the hotel, surely to find the warmth of their bed. There was still those boys who had fallen asleep on the benches, and the other dancing girl had poured herself a last drink before looking for her room in turn. 

"Looks like your boyfriend is making trouble," Chishiya commented with a detached air, as if to change the subject. There was no judgment in his voice, but you could very clearly hear the sound of denunciation floating in the air. 

You closed your eyes for a small second, "It's not what it looks like," you'd try to smooth it over, make it look like an accident, maybe. 

Chishiya was one of the execs at The Beach, and if you could get him in your pocket to avoid your exclusion so quickly, then you had to find every way to brush him off. Playing the hypocrite was part of that. 

After all, despite all the feelings that were stirring in your heart at the sound of his voice, you had to put the affect aside and focus on what was in front of you. That is, survival above all. 

"Niragi is..." you thought carefully about your words. You would never be the one to discredit Niragi here, you would never talk about his quiet moments where simply the sound of the waves crashing against the sand would be enough to calm him down. You would never talk about how, between four walls, well protected from prying ears and insistent looks, he knew how to appreciate the feeling of your skin against his with two or three kisses as delicate as a summer morning. 

No, no. It was a secret you would take to your own grave, whether your loss was the consequence, it did not matter. Niragi had spent so much time rebuilding himself and understanding that he wasn't just a victim of this world and that he had the power to fight, too; that you would never dare destroy his house of cards just for the sake of showing off your knowledge.

"...Niragi is not what you think." It wasn't an explanation per se, but it was enough to make Chishiya doubt. 

"And what do I think?" Chishiya asked, eyebrows raised and his voice slightly surprised. 

"You think he's a bully, don't you? That he terrorizes those weaker than him for the fun of it, and that he takes a liking to their frightened looks." You would never admit that it was just a shell, just a veil that hid the personality you had fallen in love with long ago. "We're all trying to survive here. Each in our own way." 

That, however, you would admit. You'd admit that maybe it wasn't the best way, but that at least there was such a willingness to get the hell out of here and get back to the life you left behind in the real Tokyo, that maybe it was excusable. Maybe. 

Chishiya nodded, as if he thought what you said made sense. "I don't think he likes me much," he tried to joke with a smile, but it wasn't enough for you to do the same. 

"Yeah, he doesn't know much about dealing with people..."  You knew it was much easier for Niragi to threaten people and take them down, than to play on small talk and make friends. "Don't take it personally. He doesn't like many people." 

Maybe in another life he would have succeeded. 

Chishiya added nothing more and remained silent. The sun was quite distinct on the horizon now, and the orange sky was giving way more and more to the cloudless blue that would herald yet another warm day. 

"I'm going to get some breakfast, would you like to join me?" Chishiya offered gently as he looked away from the horizon to try to catch your eyes. But when he found them, he was disappointed to find that he surely would not have the pleasure of enjoying your company any longer. 

"I'm not very hungry, but thanks. Maybe later," and that wasn't entirely a lie. It was true that you should enjoy the food at The Beach, which surely had to offer a whole buffet that you had been dreaming of since you had first set foot on this land, but all that stuff with Niragi that had happened in such a short time had spoiled your appetite.

"The lunch room is on the right side of the stairs, in the lobby. Everything is very well explained, let the signs guide you when hunger strikes again," Chishiya explained and he stood up with a last smile and finally left. The sound of his footsteps behind you echoed very shortly before you found yourself alone again. 

There was only the sleeping boys on the benches who were keeping you company, but considering their condition, you wouldn't have had much conversation from them. It was not a bad thing, because you wanted to enjoy the last drops of your coffee in peace. No talking, no excuses, no nothing. 

Just you, and the landscape.

But there was this little sensation on your shoulders, tingling your skin. It wasn't the wind, or any insect that had landed without permission, but as you searched for the cause of this effect, your gaze met the two black eyes of Niragi, leaning on the railing of the fourth floor balcony. Smoke was coming out of the stoned cigarette in his hand, his naked body clad only in boxers. 

The sun's rays were also crashing down on his face as he took a puff of nicotine into his lungs. His gaze was so insistent that you wondered how long he had been there. Maybe he had never gone back to sleep, and he had seen everything about your conversation with Chishiya. 

Even from too far away to hear anything, just the sight of a man sitting so close to you could give him a good reason to set the world on fire. 

He wouldn't let go of your eyes, a real threat in the middle of his irises. Jaw clenched, muscles tensed, you knew you were in trouble. 

Damn it. This was definitely not the time to piss him off. 

You felt like you were walking on eggshells all day. As time went on, you feared that Niragi's wrath would descend upon you at any moment. He had already built up a reputation, and now whispers could be heard after every step he took, looks suddenly changed to something fearful, and most importantly, Niragi was now strutting around with his brand new machine gun on his shoulder. 

Not only did it give him a funny look, like a mobster straight out of a Hollywood movie, but also, he had this arrogance that was unequal to him, which seemed to have completely changed sides for an absolutely glorious insolence. He was having far too much fun playing with his authority, that you still didn't quite see the point of his maneuver. 

He had already insulted too many people by mid-day, that it was a miracle that Aguni had not yet returned to reprimand him. And you avoided him like the plague. 

You knew that the moment Niragi got his hands on you, you would owe him an explanation for that little talk with Chishiya. There was nothing wrong and nothing really interesting about it, but Niragi had a nasty habit of doubting your good faith if he decided there was something to blame. 

"Do you want to explain to me what that asshole had to say to you, sweetheart?" He only called you that when he was pissed off, or when the tension in his body started to rise dangerously. 

He had you pinned between the wall of your room and his muscular torso, machine gun in hand and eyes as black as night. You'd done a pretty good job of avoiding him most of the day, or he'd given you enough of a break to run through in his head all the punishments he could try on you if he didn't like the answer. 

His voice was low, as weak as the warning he carried in his eyes. His body was pressed so hard against yours that you could only sink into the wall, no escape possible. His breath crashed against your mouth, your own breath worried and stuck in the back of your throat. "Am I not allowed to talk with a friend?"

"A friend?" He repeated as he raised his eyebrows, bringing his left hand up to caress your cheek with the back of his hand. It was such a gentle gesture that it contrasted with the way he was looking at you. He hooked his fingers together at the back of your neck, his thumb gently rubbing your jaw. Then he grabbed the back of your hair hard, so hard that you couldn't hold back the moan of pain from your mouth. "You didn't tell me that Chishiya was a friend..." 

No, you didn't. He wasn't really. But if Niragi found out what Chishiya really meant to you, you knew that the blond would end up with a bullet between the eyes very quickly. 

You opened your mouth to justify yourself again, but the pressure on your neck was so strong that it took your breath away. Bumping his forehead lightly against yours, Niragi closed his eyes for a second before pulling back, murmuring softly in his husky voice, "I'm really trying to get us out of here. You and me. But if you make it hard for me, we're going to have a problem..." 

This wasn't the first time Niragi played on words to make you understand that he wasn't happy, and that a scolding would surely await you if you didn't do as he wanted. 

He finally let go of his weapon and it crashed to the ground with a thud, and with his right hand he put pressure on your hips so that you could feel the force with which he could punish you if you didn't listen to his warnings. 

"I know who you are, Niragi..." It was very dangerous to answer him, let alone say those few words. But you didn't care about his threats that could terrorize the world but your own. "And I know where you're coming from," he put more intense pressure on the back of your neck and you looked straight into his eyes. "You can have fun scaring whoever you want here, but it won't work with me." 

The very insinuation of his past life, the one he had spent years forgetting and burying, was enough to cause a pain in his heart that made his head spin. There was a lot going on in his head now, and the only thing you could see in his eyes was anger. Anger at being reminded of the horror and shame he suffered night and day about the person he once was. 

He was so far away from that now, so far away from all that pain that he couldn't imagine that the only person who could remind him of that was you. It was like a betrayal in his eyes, like a call to hatred that would slowly take place inside him. Because yes, he hated who he used to be, he hated the person he had been for too many years. 

Suddenly, the fingers around your neck loosened to painfully encircle your throat. Niragi crushed his fingers so hard on your skin that the air was now really hard to breathe. The pressure on your throat even seemed to cut off the circulation of your blood, so much so that you could feel the difficulty in concentrating within seconds. 

"Well maybe I should make you afraid of me too then, mmh?" Niragi growled through his teeth, and you felt like he was tightening his grip with every word he spoke. 

It was now so hard to breathe that you couldn't hear what else he was saying, if he even said anything at all. Instinctively, your hands grabbed his, trying valiantly to free yourself from his grip. But he had too much strength, and you were losing yours with each passing second. 

You couldn't conceive of the idea that Niragi was actually strangling you, which had nothing to do with the moments spent under the covers while he was thrusting deep inside of you. No, this was much more intense and ferocious than that. 

You were slowly losing consciousness, silently screaming, searching for your breath.

And when he finally released the pressure around your neck, the air finally flowing into your lungs was so painful that it was hard to regain a sense of sanity. You slumped to the floor, hands and knees scraping against the hard surface of the bedroom carpet. The oxygen was returning to your body and your blurred vision was beginning to find its focus again. No matter where Niragi was, you couldn't see anything but the black spots that still stained your eyes. 

You coughed, once, twice, three times. Air, finally. 

"No one tells me what to do," Niragi's voice echoed in your ears, like a distant sound that was very difficult to hear. Before your eyes, you could see his boots coming closer, and as he knelt in front of you, he took a handful of your hair in his hand, which he squeezed again. You couldn't feel the pain it caused, but it was enough to force you to look him in the eye. "Not even you."

He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, the shine of his piercing glinting from the light of the day. 

Niragi planted a kiss on your forehead, a gesture so delicate that you almost expected to feel pain that didn't come. "Did I make myself clear?" 

It took you a second to understand what he was saying. The pain in your lungs was still there, and the fervor with which he was gripping your hair was giving you a headache. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, though. 

Not a sound could come out of your mouth, and not one of your muscles could fire up. Suddenly, you didn't even know what your first name was, so much so that Niragi's insistent gaze caused your stomach to twist. 

For the first time in your life, Niragi was looking at you with something new in his eyes. Something that gave you chills and made your fingertips tremble. 

Quickly, you nodded your head up and down, praying you wouldn't keep him waiting any longer. "Good," he muttered, letting go of your hair again. 

Niragi walked away, just like that, without another word, without another gesture. He picked up his machine gun and left you there, slumped on the ground, bruised and scared. It was a strange feeling to see him in that state, with those eyes that were normally reserved for the world but you. 

This world was consuming Niragi. Or releasing a fairground beast that only had room between bars.

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I'm really really trying to speed this up but I have so little time to write :(

I hope you guys are still there, please don't leave me !!

Anyways, see you soon <3

Nageoire

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Niragi Suguru

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WE DO NOT CONDONE SEXUAL HARASSMENT OR SEXUAL ASSAULT ON THIS BLOG. For all my AiB stories, I will make it so that Niragi is still the murderer and asshole that he is (unless stated otherwise) but he never assaulted (or even thought about doing it to) anyone.

Head in the Clouds Kuzuryu Keiichi; Last Boss/Samura Takatora; Niragi Suguru; Chishiya Shuntaro; Arisu Ryohei; Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader (separate) One Shot Word Count: -- Genre: Smut Warnings: Smut Incomplete COMING SOON

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Still Alice in Borderland season 2 spoilers

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Niragi in season one was made way dumber than he is, when in fact he and Chishiya are on the same level.

He used to be a Game Engineer in normal life, he's not as dumb as they want him to be, he's just reckless af about some things.

Obviously it still sucks what he tries to do to Usagi, but reading the manga I really liked the complexity of the character of Niragi, maybe because adoring Chishiya I can't do anything else. They are the same and that is why they clash, they admit it too. They see themselves in each other and, as much as Niragi is a shitty person, with his motivations, but always a shitty person who should have had more support in his life, in the manga there is one of his last scenes in particular that made me feel really bad for him. I do not apologize, but somehow I understand it.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Suguru Niragi, fem!Reader

• Genre: Idk actually 🫡

• Warnings: violence

Off Limits

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Everybody that is more than a week at The Beach knows Niragi. It could be his loud and dramatic attitude or the big gun he carries around all the time. Fact is: he’s known. And therefore you’re known too.

He did make it obvious pretty quickly that it’s better to not even think about you if they value their lives at least a little bit.

But of course there always has to be some sort of idiot who just won’t listen to all the warnings he’ll get.

It’s a rather calm day at The Beach today. No games, no fear of dying, just accepting and making the best of the day.

You sit at the bar, sipping your second raspberry bacardi for tonight and enjoying the feeling of the bass hammering through the floor and your body.

„Hello there“, you hear a deep voice greeting you. Turning your head to your right you look into the face of some stranger. A girl stands behind him, pleading him to just go.

Well, this will be real fun.

„All alone baby?“, he asks, prepping his elbow on the bar.

„Please, just let us leave already!“, the girl almost cries. „You don’t want this.“ But he just ignores her. „I heard you’re supposed to be 'off limits'.“ You can’t stop the grin creeping on your face as he leans closer.

„I’m waiting for someone. He should be here any minute.“, you answer amused. „Well, but he’s not here now. Finders keepers.“

The people near you start whispering to each other and the girl again tries to make him leave, this time tugging on his swimming trucks.

„Wow, those afraid looks really give me the feeling I’m playing with fire. Truth be told, you’re so hot I had the feeling all along.“

„You are playing with fire! And you’re about to get badly burned when he comes back!“, the girl continues her useless efforts.

„Oh please“, the guy says amused as he pushed her away. „I’m down for a good fist fight.“

„You’re new, right?“, you ask him, acting flirty and drawing his attention back to you. „You know the faces around here?“ With a giggle you answer: „No, just had a feeling.“

„Well, your intentions are right. I came two days ago. If I’d knew what beautiful women were waiting for me I would have come here way sooner.“ It’s hard to not let your giggling turn into laughing, so you take another sip from your bacardi, hoping it’ll help to keep your volume down. „This annoying girl there tried to warn me all day since I saw you, but believe me babygirl, there’s nothing that could scare me away from you.“

„Oh, is that so?“ The room goes silent as his voice echoes trough the air. The guy turns around, getting a little bit pale around the nose as he spots Niragi with his riffle aimed at him, but he catches himself pretty quickly again and stands up as Niragi walks up to him.

„You think your gun scares me?“, he asks, acting all tough. „Yeah“, Niragi answers bluntly. „Usually this is the point where your small brain tells you to go.“

The guy puffs out his chest, trying to make himself look taller. „Well, I see trough your bluff. You think because you’re a militant and carrying a huge gun around you’re better than me. But let me tell you one thing“ he gets closer to Niragi, causing the rest to start whispering. „You’re a coward. As if you have the balls to pull the tri-“ Before he’s able to finish his sentence, a shot echoes trough the room, followed by the high pitched scream of the, now not so brave, guy. He falls to the ground, pressing his hands in his thigh.

Immediately everyone backs away when Niragi steps over him, trying to keep as much distant to the raven haired guy as possible. Only you stay where you were, keep sipping your sweet beverage.

„Y-You’re insane!“ The screaming is so distorted from the pain he feels that it almost sounds creepy.

Niragi bends down, looks him in the eyes and flexes with his tongue piercing, a sinister smile decorating his face. „You have no idea.“, he whispers, before another shot rings in your ears, ending the pathetic being of the guy.

Slowly Niragi stands back up, snapping the glass out of your hands to drink the rest. He then throws an arm around your waist and pushes you off the bar stool so you stand beside him. „Anyone else wanting to say something to her?“, he asks loud, pointing his gun on everyone in sight.

Silence.

„Thats what I thought.“ With that he grabs your wrist and starts dragging you with him.

„Fucking around now, are we?“, he asks while dragging you to his room. „No“, you answer with a grin on your lips. „But I like it when you deal with them.“

You know how fucked up it is, but it always warms your heart to see him so obsessive over you that he is ready to kill anyone who just lays an eye on you.

I have an huge blockage right now and it frustrates me. This Oneshot kinda frustrates me too.

[keiree-loona]

Omsim barabida

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[peachsoda15]

I have to get this out, oh lord, (also spoilers warnings for the second season of Alice in borderland) (side note, I’m not proofreading this, it’s just gonna spew out of my mouth, so have fun with my possible typos and poor wording)

The second season of aib has trashed me emotionally, mentally, and somehow physically, It’s been about 6 days since I’ve watched it and oh god, do I have things to say.

For one, I knew what was going to happen in the end, I saw manga spoilers, and somehow it still left me with this aching feeling. The cinematic effect of seeing everyone in the same place before the meteor, and not knowing each other but being connected is such an emotional masterpiece that will NEVER leave my brain.

It left me with a very empty and yearning feeling especially after seeing they all forgot each other and yet somehow still ‘knew’ each other (yea that phrasing is probably poor, sue me)

I’d also like to mention it made me realize things about myself and my life which is was NOT ready for at all. I related heavily to Arisu and I was aware of that, (the thing with Arisu finding his reason in life hit me very hard) but after washing Chishiya’s part play out The realization hit me so, extremely hard, that I am A LOT like him.

I’ve been told most of life that I am not an empathetic person, and can be very selfish. (the empathy thing might just be my autism shining through a bit but yk)

I was mostly aware of this but I didn’t think much of it and mostly was under the impression that is how you have to be, to get anywhere in the world, but after seeing Chishiya actively WANT to understand and change, meant so much to me and made me realize that I definitely don’t have to be this way.

I’ve never had a character effect me in such a raw, heart touching way before, and honestly thinking about makes me feel a little ill.

That stupid little doctor man (also related to the whole Med student thing to an extent so that was fun) has made me think back on how I am/was as a person, and who I want to be and for that I am so grateful to the writers. (especially because of the changes made to Chishiya’s character/backstory, it made you want to be a bit more sympathetic towards him in the show) So, now I’m being thrown on the journey of self discovery, which I’m not necessarily happy about, but I know I needed this regardless.

NOW! Onto more pressing matters, I’m so extremely angry they kept Niragi alive, and even made him and Chishiya be somewhat civil in the end. (I get they don’t have memories, but it still irks me) Also the fact we never got to see Kuina and Chishiya interact at the hospital is criminal.

I love the Arisu/Usagi romance, it’s so sweet and not overdone to the point where it was like annoying to watch. I hate when romance in shows are either to mushy, or slowly become the main point of the show.

Bonus part that I wasn’t gonna talk about, but the name of the show mirroring the “border” between life and death from the meator is genius and I love it.

[cmkren]

niragi the typa guy to listen to joji, lay down, and cry

[tofuxtea]

hi ^_^ if you're not busy can you pls make a drabble abt niragi x reader x chishiya?? tyy ⁽⁽◝꒰ ˙ ꒳ ˙ ꒱◜⁾⁾

best of both worlds

✧ ft. niragi suguru x chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader

✧ cw. nsfw implied, light banter (between guess who lol), possessiveness, jealous boys (more on niragis end tho), they struggle lol, fluff, silly teasing, brainrot for these two

✧ notes. TY FOR THE REQUEST I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!! i hope you like it and i apologize for such a long wait <3 thank you so much for waiting!

never did you imagine yourself in a situation like this. as if being thrown into the vile depths of the borderlands wasn’t already enough, you were crowned with the rather taunting title of the “Beach’s Bitch.”

while it was only partially true, no one let you live it down. especially the two walking reasons as to why you were given the name in the first place. while it certainly pinched your nerves like guitar strings, it was nice to see them agree over something.

even if it was at your expense.

chishiya shuntaro, the beach’s number eleven, and niragi suguru, the beach’s number four, were rivals by nature. chishiya was a fox of a man; skinny, dyed blonde hair that was starting to grow out to his shoulders, and eyes that could see down to your very skeleton. niragi was the exact opposite. he was about a head taller than chishiya with long, slicked back black hair, and had a stare so venomous it could bring a grown man to tears. or maybe it was the automatic assault rifle he had.

they never got along and it was no secret. months ago, they could never even begin to stand in the same room as each other before one of chishiya’s sly remarks was thrown at the other’s back.

the last thing anybody would expect was for the two to share a similar interest in the beach’s newest addition; you. no one paid any particular attention to you when you snaked your way in and blended right in. you helped earn your fair share of cards, sure.

but that wasn’t what they paid attention to. chishiya admired your wit. you observed from the sidelines and made the right moves at the right times. niragi admired you. you always carried yourself like you knew what you were doing, any poor guy who treated you like you didn’t be damned. plus, you had nice legs.

it wasn’t long until the two had gained your full attention. at first, it was a mess. back and forth banter between them while you sat unimpressed in the middle of them. you didn’t remember when you started to find it quite endearing.

fast forward a few months and you’ve found a way to make the impossible possible. you sat at the beach’s bar with both men at either of your sides. niragi had his arm slung loosely around the back of your neck while chishiya’s shoulder was pressed securely against your own.

you sipped at your drink, silently enjoying the side glances the bartenders would give the three of you and the whispers that were too loud to even be considered whispers that would have niragi perking up like a guard dog. a sudden giggle made your shoulders jump, alerting the two.

“what’s so funny?” niragi grumbled after a nasty remark from one of the two girls passing by. chishiya hummed, curiously staring at your smiling face.

your fingers twirled the thin black straw inside the glass. “nothing,” you began, unable to hide the grin that kept growing. “i can just kind of imagine why people are reacting like this.”

the weight of niragi’s arm suddenly left and you turned to find his bewildered face inches away from yours. if you were absolutely anybody else, he would have punched the grin off of your face. “huh?”

“the two who can’t agree on the color of the sky dating the same woman. and she’s actually aware of it.” you spread your hands out like you were revealing a billboard. amused, you directed your eyes to chishiya, trying to get him to crack a smile. “i guess even i’m stunned that neither of you have tried to fight to the death over me. like edward and-”

“trust me, i would’ve killed him months ago if you didn’t make us play nice, doll.” niragi scoffed as he stole the glass from its place, bringing the straw to his lips and taking a lengthy sip.

“you were singing a different tune last night.” chishiya muttered as he shoved a cocky smirk into niragi’s face. the man nearly spat the drink out, slamming the cup onto the counter and choking into his free palm. you buried your flushed face into your hands, allowing the two room to glare at each other from behind your back.

nudging your elbow playfully into chishiya’s side, you shot him a flirtatious glare. he shrugged, a satisfied little smile creeping onto his lips. “he isn’t wrong, though. is he?” you fought a giggle when you faced niragi, remembering how intimate the two of them had been - with you in the middle, of course - last night.

the fire behind niragi’s scowl was fuel to your stifled giggle. yet he refused to admit it. so you gave up and pressed a kiss to his thinly pressed lips, leaning into him. he begrudgingly accepted it, instinctively reaching out to hold your waist.

“i’ll take that as a ‘no’ from you. shall we settle this in our room?” you quickly pecked chishiya on his pouting lips before hopping down from the bar stool and bounding happily out of the bar.

“what happened to her being our bitch?” niragi asked aloud, glancing at chishiya. the blonde laughed and shook his head.

“dunno. but in about an hour, neither of us will really care, will we?” it was enough to stir niragi from his seat, the two quickly following after you. it would be a good afternoon.

THIS WAS SO DOOTY BOOTY BUT I FIND IT SO SILLY FUNNY LMFAO -r

[bts-story]

LOVE IS CHAOS

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Chapter 12 — Five of hearts

Registration closed.  The game will now begin. 

The robot's chilling voice echoed in your ears with such intensity that you thought you would burst your eardrums. It was just an impression, in fact the voice was as normal and low-density as usual, but today everything seemed to be a bit more dramatic. You could feel every look on your shoulder like a caress of the wind, every time your eyes stared at something, you seemed to perceive an insignificant detail that would never have caught your eye under normal circumstances. Every sound seemed a hundred times more intense, every movement a thousand times more painful. 

You could hear the vibrations of a voice in your ear, a male voice, hoarse, dark, annoyed. Niragi. He snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, and finally, all the noise stopped. It was as if by some miracle he had found the remedy for your misfortune. His face loomed before your eyes, his piercings threatening and his eyes searching yours for the reason for this little absence, "Are you here with me, princess?"

You had to regain some concentration before you could give him a smile that required the strength of a hundred warriors. Niragi frowned but said nothing, returning his attention to the giant screen in front of him. You hadn't paid enough attention to remember where you were, but the room you were in looked like a gymnasium. A large, empty room with empty bleachers. A basketball court was drawn on the floor, two baskets at each end of the room. The lights were dimmed, it was dark, but it was enough for you to make out the four other players beside you. 

Game: Surprise Roulette. Difficulty: Five of hearts. 

There was Niragi, of course, towering over you by many inches, his gaze focused and on the lookout for what might be going on. The first person to catch your eye was a young girl, a foreigner with round eyes and fair skin, her dazzling blonde hair pulled up into a tousled bun. She looked as frightened as she was hungry, her skin on her bones and her eyes feverishly focused on dark circles that were impossible to ignore. Next to her was a man who was a little older but looked about the same age as you. Tall, dark, with glasses on his nose and sweaty hands wiping constantly on his holey jeans. He had a bracelet from The Beach, you noticed the number seventeen. The last person present was a man in his fifties who looked suspiciously like a personality you had seen on TV before. 

Positions validated.  We will now explain the rules. 

"Hey," Niragi's voice called again and your gaze automatically turned to him. He didn't look exactly the same as he did in the bedroom this afternoon, when he had his fingers clamped around your throat and a threat on the tip of his tongue. That incessant authority wasn't leaving him anymore, but the sound of his voice was meant to be calm and reassuring. "Focus." 

Yes, you had to. Focus. A lot of focus. 

A giant screen at the back of the room, with a white background and black writing. There was this table that separated you all, or rather like a round, white, bright display. It looked like there was a trap door hidden in the center, also round. You noticed a very small screen in front of each player that displayed a number. You looked down to see yours. Number four.

Niragi, on your right, had number one. The foreigner was number two, the old man was number three and the other young man was number five. You wondered what this had to do with a game of hearts. Oh, yes. A game of hearts. That's what you had heard, right?

This was the first time you'd been confronted with a game like that, and from what you understood, it was one of the worst to come across in this world. The heart was a dreaded card, no matter how difficult it was. There would be collateral damage, you knew that even before you started this game.

Each number represents the order of each player's turn, and their number of tries.  On each turn, the player called will have to pull the surprise roulette wheel.  It's GAME CLEAR for players still standing at the end of the time limit.  It's GAME OVER for all players down.  If a player refuses to play, it's GAME OVER for everyone.

"What the hell, I don't get it! Did you get it? Did you understand anything?" The kid the same age as yours asked with uncertainty, concern in his voice and round eyes as he searched your eyes for answers. You didn't understand much more, but you had spent enough time here to know that the rules would become clear as soon as the game would start.

But no one answered him, instead, simple looks were exchanged. Niragi returned his gaze to you, this time with a new warning in the hollow of his irises. You could tell the difference again, that look that had nothing to do with the hatred or disgust he carried in his eyes all day, had something that wanted you to take back control of yourself to finally indulge in the game. He was right, you had no chance of surviving if you continued to daydream. 

Time limit: 5 minutes per player.  Game start.  Round 1. 

"Number one, please pull the surprise roulette," the female voice rang out again and Niragi left your side. All eyes were on him as he approached the giant screen and only when he pulled the huge red trigger hanging on the wall did you notice it was there. On the screen, two vignettes began to scroll, in opposite directions, with a little carnival music playing in the background. 

It looked a lot like a casino game, with the added pressure of survival on top of it. On the first square, you could make out numbers between one and five scrolling by at full speed, while the second panel seemed to be unrolling human body parts. Yes, that's right, between each image, you could make out a leg, a foot, an arm, a head, grotesquely drawn.

The roulette wheel decreased and Niragi took place again before his number. First, the digits stopped more and more, you saw number one, number two, three, four, five. Then it started again, one, two, three. Number four. No, five. 

It was number five. The elder of the game exchanged glances with Niragi, who didn't seem the least bit impressed. However, the man looked at him apprehensively, swallowing with difficulty at the announcement that he might be involved in this tour. Then the second vignette finally slowed down as well. A head, a leg, a torso. An arm. Might be a head. A leg. 

All around the vignettes, lights lit up and a little music played. You really would have thought you were in a casino if it weren't for the display case, which suddenly flashed as well. The trap door opened and with the help of a discreet mechanism, a tiny platform rose up, with a revolver in the center. 

No one moved as Niragi took it in his hands. It was madness to entrust him with a weapon again, and you gradually understood where this game was going to lead you. "Each number represents the number of tries we have, right?" Niragi muttered in a low voice, more to himself than to anyone else. It sounded like he was still trying to figure out how to play this game, and it was true that there were still a lot of gray areas within this arena. 

"I... I think you shoot leg of mister five," the stranger said in broken language, her Japanese far too poor for the sake of it. At least she was making herself understood, you had to give her that.

"No way, genius, did you figure that out on your own?" Niragi retorted with a petty look, and you frowned at his nasty demeanor. The girl was just trying to help him, to make sure she understood the same rules as everyone else. It couldn't have been easy for her to play all these games without being fluent in the language. And Niragi didn't need anyone's help, but a little compassion would never hurt. You hoped so.

She looked down instantly, suddenly concerned with her fingers on which she began to scrape dead skin anxiously. 

"So, I only have one shot to make... What a shame," Niragi mused aloud as he unlocked the safety of the revolver, as if he were alone in the room. The man with the number five on his right waddled from one foot to the other, not really knowing what to do about the situation. He was far from wanting a bullet in his leg, and you knew that inside he was praying that the bullet wouldn't fire. 

You were asking yourself the same question as Niragi. You needed to know if he would be given a game over if the bullet didn't fire, which would greatly reduce his chances of survival compared to the other players. It wasn't really fair, and you knew he chose that number because he thought he would have the advantage regardless. 

He had decided that going with the first number would probably be a strategic choice, which would help him do damage first without benefiting from it initially. It was as dangerous as it was smart, but you thought that in the end, the placement didn't make much difference. It was a surprise roulette, the gambling was anything but fair.

"Mmh, might as well go for it." Niragi pointed wildly at the floor, to his right, into the foot of his victim. The deafening sound of the shot echoed throughout the room and the bullet came crashing through the old man's toes. You jumped at the sound, covering your ears as quickly as possible. But the shot had already gone off, and the man collapsed in pain on the floor. 

The girl and the boy exchanged frightened glances as you stared at Niragi, who slowly began to laugh. How could he enjoy the pain of others like that? He didn't look like the person you had been stuck in this world with for days already. Had the madness already consumed him? 

He looked at the man mockingly, the gun still in his fingers as the man moaned in pain. "Niragi..." you called softly, pulling on his shoulder to search for his eyes. When he landed his on you, his smile barely flickered under your incredulous gaze, eyebrows furrowed and mouth ajar in shock. 

"My love," he whispered serenely, placing a hand wisely under your chin, dipping his eyes into yours. He took a lock of hair that fell roughly in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear with the hand that still held that weapon. "Let's play this game right." 

He rested his weapon in the center of the stage, and the weapon disappeared as soon as it came back down. The hatch cover closed, and the robotic voice announced. "Number two, please pull the surprise roulette." 

You understood that you had to play the game, you had no doubt about that. And sooner or later, it would be your turn to shoot someone, or even get shot. But in all of this, there was nothing to say that you should enjoy the moment. You would do anything to survive it, and you would kill anyone here if it would save your life and Niragi's. But you would never, ever enjoy this madness. 

The stranger took her place by your side after pulling the wheel near the giant screen, and the pictures turned around again. Niragi gave you one last sly smile before looking at the result of the roulette wheel. 

Number five. Again. And this time... the head. 

A cry of panic escaped the man, and he immediately backed away as carnival music echoed through the gym. He stood up rather easily despite his foot injury, but he limped away miserably. The girl watched him do it, the gun appearing in the middle of the display again. 

"Two shots, okay?" The man whispered to the stranger, holding up two fingers in front of him to try to get the rules of the game across to her. "Two." He affirmed again, in case she didn't understand the first time, pointing to the number two that was painted in front of her, on the display. 

She took the weapon in her trembling hands, and watching the show, Niragi turned around, leaning against the display as she walked towards the old man. Only, the door to the gym was locked when he got there, and despite his best efforts to try to pick the lock, he found himself trapped between the wall and the gun. 

You thought she would hesitate much more before firing, but the stranger unlocked the safety easily and fired once after raising her arm to the other's face. Nothing happened and the man was shaking like a leaf, sweat visible on his temples. "Please," he prayed, but she didn't care, it was her survival too. She fired a second time and... nothing. No shots rang out in the room. 

Only the silence was broken by the older man's sobs as he slid his back against the metal door of the gym, his head in his hands. The girl turned around, fear clearly visible in her eyes as she searched for an answer from anyone who could give it to her. But you also didn't understand why the gun hadn't gone off, and why she couldn't shoot. Were there going to be consequences for this failure? 

A few seconds passed while everyone was waiting for something, anything, but nothing happened. The timer on the giant screen, which displayed the five-minute time limit per player, froze. A reset, and it went back to the starting countdown. 

Everything was starting to become clearer now. It wasn't just a surprise roulette, but more, "A surprise Russian roulette," as you could see. 

The gun disappeared under the trap door. Now it was the young man's turn. "Number three, please pull the surprise roulette." The game had just taken a whole new turn. Even though you were confident that you wouldn't be penalized if the shots didn't go off, there was still the threat of getting shot back. It hurt to admit it, but Niragi was right about one thing: kill or be killed. 

And it was a game of hearts. And games of the heart were feared for a reason. Survival was starting again now. One had to pray for the trigger to pull and the blast of the gunshot to echo through the room. 

The wheel spun, again, and again, and again.

Number one, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. One? Two. Three. 

Himself. It had fallen on himself. The game was insolent, and left no room for the weak. It was indomitable and unpredictable. It was cruel, ruthless. The young man cried out in surprise, covering his mouth with his hands although the second square had not yet stopped. 

You knew he still had a chance. If the roller stopped on an arm or leg, he could largely escape the severity of the situation. The bullet wouldn't do too much damage and he could get away without too many scratches. 

So what would happen? What spell would be cast on him? 

Head, leg, torso, stomach, arm. Head, leg, torso, stomach, arm. Head, leg. Torso. Arm. 

The man took a deep breath and the music played all over again. The gun appeared, and the countdown began. He took the gun in his hands and pointed the tip of the weapon at his hand, thought for a second and then pointed it at his forearm and moved it up a little more towards his bicep. He didn't know where to shoot, maybe he was looking for where it would hurt less, or where he would be least bothered with his future recovery. 

"Try shooting in your bicep," you called calmly and he snapped his neck towards you, looking for an explanation to your words. "The main thing is to avoid your bone, okay? If the muscle is torn, it will recover, but most importantly, don't touch the bone." It was important to leave as much room as possible for the bullet to travel, which is why you felt the biceps was the best place to shoot. 

You felt Niragi tense up beside you. You didn't have to look at him to know, but the way he was pulling on your arm to get your attention could be an indicator. The man took a deep breath, and before he pulled, Niragi tugged wildly on your arm again, forcing your entire body to turn towards him. "What the hell are you doing?" 

"I told you I wouldn't let anyone die if I could help it." You justified yourself despite the glare he was giving you. You'd hardly forgotten the feel of his fingers around your throat this afternoon, and the way his eyes were flashing easily reminded you of how he'd spoken to you and what words he'd used. But you had no time to be afraid of him, no time to deal with his bullshit when he wanted to play hardball. 

If he took this game as a joke, that was his problem, but may he keep you out of it, for the love of God. "He won't die from a shot in the arm," he contradicted you mockingly, and the young man stammered, suddenly frightened that he might go through with a wound he thought was more or less harmless. 

"What do you know, you're a doctor now?" you retorted curtly as you returned your attention to the young man, trying to offer him reassuring eyes. Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned on the display. It surprised you that he didn't say anything, didn't make a single move or spit an insult to remind you not to talk to him like that in public. But he didn't do anything. It was strange. 

The clock was ticking fast, and now he needed to shoot his arm out as quickly as possible. He took a deep breath, and after validating the position of the gun with you with a look, he pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. 

The shot went off and echoed around the gym. He didn't even have time to get to three, and the pain he felt was reflected in the scream that escaped his lungs. He let go of the gun, which crashed to the ground, and with his newly free hand, he put pressure on his wound, now letting out long tears of blood. 

Quickly, you walked around the display to him, and as he knelt on the floor under the weight of the pain, you caught his shaking body. The bullet hadn't gone through his arm, which meant it was still stuck between his muscles. You couldn't risk sticking your fingers into the wound to retrieve it, nor were you equipped to do anything else. 

"Hey, you, give me your shirt." You called to the girl who looked at you with a frightened look on her face, not knowing what to do but stand in her place. "Your shirt, quick!" She was wearing a red and white plaid shirt over a faded crop-top, which she quickly pulled off her shoulders and gave to you once she understood what you wanted from her. Forcing on the material which ended up tearing after a moment, you tightened the shirt around the arm of the young man who winced with pain. 

You could feel Niragi's eyes sinking into the back of your head, watching your every move with attention. All he needed was popcorn to fuel his entertainment as he turned his head to the old man at the back of the gym who was removing the shoe from his foot. Likewise, blood was dripping from his wound, draping the floor with that same red liquid. 

"And him, don't you help him?" Niragi mused in a rebellious tone, as if he was trying to challenge you. With a jerk of your head, you looked over to the oldest player of the game who was staring intently at his orthopedic injury, completely disinterested in the other players and how the game was going. 

You kept the pressure of your fingers on the wound, watching from the corner of your eye between your new patient and the exiled player. Without taking the time to answer Niragi, the robotic voice called, "Number four, please pull the surprise roulette." But there was nothing for him to do, other than keep his foot in the shoe that was putting pressure on the wound by itself. He had already pulled it off and there was nothing for you to offer. 

Without giving any answer, you tightened the knot around his arm and helped him up. You walked toward the wheel, the sound of your every step echoing against the hard floor. Every pair of eyes was focused on your figure, except perhaps the old man who was still far too interested in his foot than in what was going on around him, and you pulled the handle once you reached it. 

The pictures on the screen began to spin again, and taking your place back between the girl and Niragi, you watched the images carefully. Niragi, however, was no longer interested in the screen, and straightening his back while brushing his teeth with his piercing, you knew that as soon as the game was over, you would have to face his wrath once again. 

But you couldn't follow him around, you couldn't approve of everything he did. He knew you weren't a little sheep, so afraid of his strength, that he could handle you any way he wanted. He knew that you thought for yourself, and decided your own will. You had known each other far too long for him to misunderstand. So, why was he here, now, going out of his way to try to win you over to his side? 

The roulette wheel, however, wasn't taking the time to wait for you. It spun and spun until the numbers stopped on number two. The stranger made a sound that caught in her throat at the sight of her number, and clutched the edge of the display so fervently that her fingers changed color. Then the second box spun and spun, until it stopped, slowly, on the image that represented the head. 

The carnival music sounded, and the gun appeared. However, before you could even reach for it, the girl grabbed the revolver, backed up several steps, and pointed it at the three people in front of her. "G-get back!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear. She gripped the gun with both hands, alternating her aim between you, Niragi and the young man with the injured arm. 

Niragi straightened up from the counter, his hand encircling your wrist immediately, as if to prevent you from moving towards her. He pulled on your arm to make you step back, taking a place in front of you as if to shelter you from the girl's aim. It was tyrannical the way Niragi could switch attitudes so easily. He could lay eyes on you with the promise that he would be the one to eat you alive, shredding your skin with a single bite; but who would fight the whole world and more to come if anyone had the audacity to even threaten you.

"Me... me told get back!" she shouted a second time as Niragi slowly walked towards her, still in completely wacky Japanese. Niragi raised his hands in front of him, level with his chest, and stopped dead in front of her. He was only two meters away from her, but she kept taking one or two steps backwards, as if to get away from the threat that Niragi could represent. 

She understood very well that you had entered the game as a pair, and from what she could see, she could bet that you were planning to leave the arena as a pair as well. The time on the big screen was running fast, only four minutes left, and the girl activated the safety of the gun, pointing it at Niragi.

"You don't want to do that, darlin', believe me," Niragi scolded softly, in a voice so soft that it was a contrast to what he had just said. He took another step discreetly, so discreetly that it was almost imperceptible, and the girl didn't even notice, too busy holding her weapon at arm's length.

"Stop!" She barked again, taking another step back.

"Watch me closely," he tapped his lips with his fingertips, inviting the stranger to pay attention to what he was about to say. And you, you could only stay frozen in place, too afraid that if she saw you move, she would pull the trigger, a bullet likely to crash into Niragi's body. The risk was far too great to incur. "Do you see my girlfriend, right there in the back?" He nodded sideways, pointing at you from afar and the girl nodded, "If you shoot me, she will most definitely come and break every bone in your body, one by one. She'll crush your eyes, cut into your skin at random and you'll be in so much pain that you'll beg her to kill you. She's going to make you regret taking that gun in your hands, when at the end of the day you had a two out of six chance of the ball not firing if you let her shoot the fucking gun." 

He had it all wrong. At least, you thought he was all wrong. You were not a torturer, and you would never take pleasure in hurting anyone. Even if Niragi was in danger, even if a bullet pierced his belly, you would be far too busy trying to save him to worry about the assailant. You didn't understand what he was getting at, you didn't know what he was playing around with, why he was being like this. 

"And if you shoot her..." he continued with a smile that looked more like a sadistic, malevolent smile than anything else. He left the doubt for a few seconds, so that she could imagine well what could happen if this case were to appear. "Well, let's just say that what I just told you is not even half of what I would do to you."

That, nevertheless, was far from an empty threat. You knew it, he knew it, and she could know it. Everyone here in this room could know that if she shot you, it was over for her. She would be caught in a circle of cruelty so immense that she would lose her mind in just a few moments. 

"So don't be stupid, and give her the fucking gun, do you understand?" Niragi demanded and almost immediately she gasped as if she had perfectly understood everything that had just been said to her. She looked down, lowered her weapon, and came to hand you the revolver, which fell into your hands. The weapon was much lighter than you expected, and Niragi looked at the girl with disgust in her eyes. 

But now sure that nothing seemed to threaten you, he ruffled his hair and took a slight breath, resuming his position at your side. The time announced that there were less than two minutes left on the clock, and as the youngster knelt at your feet, staring at your shoes, you had the feeling that nothing here seemed right. Yes, yes, it was a game of hearts, but the way the tears flowed hotly down the girl's cheeks, sobbing inaudible words under her breath in her mother tongue, twisted your stomach inexplicably. 

You couldn't conceive the idea of shooting someone, of having to kill to ensure your own survival. You couldn't pull the trigger on the girl who looked miserable and scared out of her wits. It was so, so hard.

"Breathe with me, princess," Niragi came to your side, encircling your hips with his left arm. Your back pressed against his chest, his grip strong and reassuring around you. He grabbed your right hand with his, forcing your arm that held the gun to point at the stranger's head. Contrary to what you might have thought, your fingers weren't shaking, or maybe it was just Niragi holding your hand so steady that it prevented you from doing so. 

Breathe in. One, two, three. Breathe out. One, two, three. Breathe in. One, two, three. Breathe out. 

He brought his mouth close to your ear, and he whispered those few words with perfect composure, "I'm here with you, okay? I'm not moving." He was putting pressure on your fingers to remind you that time was running fast, and if you didn't shoot quickly, it would surely be game over for you. And on heavens, that wasn't in his plans. His voice was so calm and soothing, you could only trust him as you sank into his skin. His fingers were warm around yours, and his breath even hotter on your neck. "On the count of three, you're going to shoot, okay? You don't think, you just shoot. Four times, is that understood, princess?" 

He waited for you to nod to make sure you had his instructions clear, and with his eyes lowered to your victim, he began to count, the girl's sobs still there. 

"One," you breathed. "Two," he breathed. "Three." 

The trigger clicked once, to no avail, then a second, and a third. On the fourth click, the gun went off and echoed around the gym again. The young man with the glasses plugged his ears in apprehension, a cry of shock escaped his lips at the sound of the gunshot. 

The girl's lifeless body sprawled on the floor with a loud thud, the blood from her skull coating the dirty wood. The splatter from the shot had reached the bottom of your pants, staining your already smeared shoes with a new layer of blood. You stood still, afraid that if you moved, another shot might go off. 

But Niragi took the gun from your hands, placing it on the rack that swallowed it under the hideout. His left hand went around your hips and he took a position in front of you, taking your face between his fingers. Your face was frozen, your eyes blank. Your eyes were wide open, as if the whole world was crumbling around you. You weren't even shaking, you were just standing there in total paralysis, not realizing what was happening.

"Princess? Look at me," Niragi was searching your eyes, trying to force your vision to focus on him and him alone. And he found them, eventually, but as you gazed into those familiar and comforting irises, everything around you seemed to pause.

There was only him. Only Niragi and his warm fingers, only Niragi and his soothing smile. Niragi, Niragi, Niragi. There was nothing around, you were alone in the world, and the oxygen was finally returning to your lungs. It was amazing the power he had over you, despite everything that was going on here, and everything he had done so far. Niragi meant comfort to you, he was a cup of hot chocolate during the coldest winters and a cool breeze during the sweltering summer heat waves. 

It was just him, just Niragi. And no matter what atrocities he might do, no matter what he had in mind - no matter the insults, the beatings and the injuries, you knew that as long as Niragi was by your side, you would go to the ends of the earth. And further, still. 

It would be okay. Everything was going to be okay. 

"Well done, babygirl, you did it," he whispered with that devastating smile that made your legs shake any day of the week. Niragi had that pride in his eyes that could have made you forget what you had just done. "I'm proud of you," he continued, forcing your face against his chest, hugging you tight, tight, tight.

"Number five, please pull the surprise roulette," your embrace was interrupted by the robotic voice and ignoring the old man who limped over to the handle to activate it, Niragi put pressure around your body before finally releasing you. He offered a simple little kiss on your lips, and the warm feeling that emanated from his mouth fled far too quickly for your taste. 

He took your hand in his and led you to the display case in the center of the room, taking your places again as the pictures scrolled quickly across the big screen, yet again. And then all of a sudden, the winning number appeared. 

Number four. You, it was you who would be targeted. 

Was this your punishment for pulling the trigger and killing that girl? After all, it wasn't like the game of spades in which you had taken the life of that young man who was teamed up with you. No, here you had pulled the trigger and seen, with your own eyes, the lifeless and bloody body crashing to the ground. This was no longer collateral damage, no, this was cold-blooded murder. 

Niragi laughed at your side, but you perceived it more as a nervous laugh than as anything mocking. Of course, his movements became sharp and you felt the palpable tension hovering over your heads. Without even knowing where the old man was going to shoot yet, you knew it was going to be a problem. 

When the second vignette stopped and the gun appeared under the hiding place of the display, Niragi was much quicker than the old man to snatch the gun. At the moment, you would be much safer with him holding the gun than with the other man. He had to think of a solution, a way to keep you from getting shot. 

"Hey, give that back!" The man exclaimed, trying to grab the weapon out of Niragi's hands. But the latter stepped back, offering a kick to the other player's thighs, forcing him to retreat for a few moments. 

"Shut up," Niragi spat dryly, examining the weapon carefully. It wasn't a bad idea to try to open the gun's cartridge, as he was trying to do - maybe he wanted to check where the bullet was, maybe he wanted to get it out - but the gun seemed to be glued extremely tightly with a super-strong glue. There was nothing he could do about that.

On your side, you were watching the images on the big screen, the chronometer going down second after second. Niragi was struggling with the gun, trying to force the opening while he could, and the other two men were watching him without saying a word. "Baby," you called quietly, crossing the few steps Niragi had taken to distance himself and examine the weapon. "Baby, that's a shot in the arm, it's not going to do anything to me, we need to play." 

Niragi ignored you, clicking his tongue in protest. Or maybe he was just grumbling at the gun that still refused to open. "Don't be ridiculous." 

"Niragi, if he doesn't shoot, it's game over for everyone," you tried to sound him out, assuring him that a bullet in the arm couldn't hurt you much. So, yes, there would be pain, but you would survive it. You promised. 

He looked at you with annoyed eyes, knowing you were right. And he hated it, he hated the fact that he had to drop the gun in the hands of the old man who seemed to take great pleasure in finally being able to take revenge for his foot injury. There was nothing but chance in the outcome of the roulette, but that didn't stop Niragi from threatening the old man with the words, "Next round, I'm going to put a bullet in your skull and I will like to do that."

The man ignored him as if he was used to hearing threats echoing through the air. He was not wrong, this world was made of thugs and violence. He pointed his gun at you, and you stood like a statue, motionless and trying to summon up all the courage you could find in yourself. It was one thing to say it, but doing it and standing in front of the aim of that gun seemed like two totally different things. 

The menacing tip of the gun was pointed at you, and the clanking sound of the safety being unlocked sounded like a whistling noise in your eardrums. He had five shots, then, and out of a total of six rounds, you had only one chance that the bullet wouldn't fire. It was a small possibility, but you believed in it. It was the only thing keeping you upright, otherwise you would have collapsed under the weight of fear a long time ago. 

One, nothing. Two, nothing. Three, nothing. Four, nothing. Five, and it fired. 

The bullet crashed into your shoulder, finding a home between the collarbone and the muscle. It had hit the bone, you could feel it in the blinding pain that shot through your body. You didn't even scream, you didn't cry either, and the pain was so shocking that it was actually totally insensitive.

Blood was flowing profusely down your arm, and it was imperative that a garrot be applied quickly to minimize blood loss. The bleeding had to be stopped, the wound had to be protected and the bullet had to be removed. But it was impossible for you to do all that, you couldn't move and it was a miracle that you hadn't crashed to the ground yet. 

Oh yes, Niragi's arms were there, that's why. Niragi had held your body before it fell to the ground, and he was the one who found something to press on your wound and minimize the blood. He'd seen you do the same to the young man a little while before, and it wasn't totally in the same place, but he seemed to be able to handle the situation. "The bullet came out," he said as he pressed on your shoulder and the pressure made you wince. 

Niragi wasn't panicking, but his movements were frantic and you had to somehow get his attention to assure him that you were okay, just as he had done for you moments after you shot the stranger. "Niragi, I'm fine, I'm fine! Calm down." 

Niragi stopped abruptly, making sure that what you were saying was the truth, and that you didn't dare lie to his face. And when he decided it was okay, he helped you up after securing the wound, murdering the old man with his dark and defiant look.

"Congratulations, you have completed the first round," the robot's female voice echoed overhead, and the carnival music sounded again. "Pay attention to your new numbers.”

New numbers? The small digital screen that had previously displayed your position numbers scrolled by, mirroring the one on the giant screen as the handle was pulled. Soon the numbers stopped all at once and you were offered a new position. Grabbing the counter to steady yourself, you discovered number two. 

Niragi laughed beside you, a chuckle that quickly turned into a Machiavellian laugh, like a villain in an animated movie. Number five. He met the old man's gaze, which was now very small in front of the number that had stopped in front of him, the number one. If someone asked him, Niragi would say that this number exchange was just the fabulous work of karma. 

The number in the stranger's place had stopped at three, a number now useless to her. The young man, for his part, had recovered the number four. “Round two begins. Number one, please pull the surprise roulette.” 

You tried to ignore the pain in your shoulder as the man was about to pull the wheel a second time. Just like the other times, the images scrolled by and as soon as they stopped, the carnival music was heard throughout the gym. 

Number three. The belly. 

"By all means, what's the point of shooting a dead girl?" The elder asked as he rolled his eyes, as if the person he was talking to might be coming from the ceiling. But the timer started, and the revolver appeared under its hiding place. It was obvious that the player was disappointed, as if he wished he could shoot someone alive to satisfy his desire for revenge. Well, Niragi was once again safe, for the moment.

Still, the man took the gun between his fingers, and walking with difficulty to the body of the girl, he aimed at the stomach and fired once. The bullet didn't go off, and even that was a little hope that he could shoot something flying away for him. 

Niragi giggled again, amused by what he was seeing. "Number two, please pull the surprise roulette." 

After you cranked the handle and the images stopped, you could see the number one appear and... a head. The fate of this poor man seemed to be more and more deserving of his curse. He was becoming quite unsympathetic to you, and you didn't understand how all those statistics could once again force you to savagely snatch someone's life. 

How you came across the same vignette twice was a mystery to you, but the man didn't seem to be willing to give in so easily. Niragi had grabbed the gun before him, obviously his movements were much more precise and quick than those of the older man who had virulent arthritis. 

Niragi handed you the gun calmly, muttering wisely something like, "Go ahead, princess, it's the same as before. Don't think, just shoot." 

No, it wasn't the same as before since it was a nightmare that you had to relive all over again. And you didn't know if you had enough strength in you to be able to do it all again. The man mumbled inaudible words that sounded like a prayer as he clasped his hands together in front of him, silently praying to a being above his head. He made the sign of the cross, and you were surprised that he didn't try to run away this time. 

You pulled the safety, and raising the gun towards the man, you tried to breathe calmly. You had to play, you had no choice. 

It was strange to be less hesitant than the first time, and you didn't like it, far from it, but your grip around the handle seemed stronger and more deft, and clearing your throat, you leaned on the heels of your shoes. With a little luck, the shots won't go off.

Luck was either on your side or on the man's side. Regardless, neither of the two shots you fired set off the detonator, and putting the gun back in the center of the stage, the man seemed to be thanking his God somewhere with a prayer of gratitude.

"Number four, please pull the surprise roulette."

The kid went through the same motions as everyone else, and patiently waiting for the results of the roulette, all remained silent. Number one, the belly. 

"No... no, that's cheating!" The old man protested, pointing at you, panic taking a new place in the corner of his eyes. It was a wonder his heart hadn't given out yet with all the bullshit, it was so strained. "It's them, I'm sure! You hacked the game!" 

He denounced wickedly, trying by all means to clear his name. It had been too many times that his number had appeared on the screen, too many times that he had put his life in danger to save the lives of others. He didn't care what happened to you anymore, he wouldn't get shot, he had decided. Fuck if it meant game over for everyone else. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Niragi sighed annoyed, incredulous at the accusations. You couldn't quite see how you could have tampered with the game to your advantage either. If that had been the case, you certainly wouldn't have that bullet hole in your shoulder, that's for sure. 

"You, your number didn't fall once, you probably cheated, you had to!" The man kept waving his finger frantically in Niragi's direction, so close to his face that you were only slightly surprised when he grabbed his finger to twist it. The man cried out in pain, forced to the ground as he tried to grab his finger and free himself from Niragi's grip. "What the hell are you doing?" 

"Shut the fuck up!" Niragi threatened fully, and the man shut down under the pressure of the other's eyes on his stunned face. "You're going to play this fucking game, or I'm going to make you do it, do you understand?" 

In any scenario, the man would lose. He didn't want to risk a fight with Niragi who would easily prevail against him, but he couldn't bring himself to let himself be shot like that, without defense.

The young man, the one with the gun in his hands, pointed his weapon at the kneeling figure of the old man, trying to aim as best he could. He didn't look comfortable with the gun, but in the end, neither did you. 

With the first pull of the trigger, the gun went off and the bullet crashed somewhere in the middle of the older player's abdomen. He, in turn, slumped to the ground, blood flowing out of his stomach. He was shaking with various spasms, and it was hard to look at a wounded person without doing anything, without even moving a finger.

Niragi watched him gasp for breath as he let go of his finger and let it slump to the ground, a loud rattle that made him choke. It only took a few seconds for that look that silently called for help to become vague and for the life to leave his eyes in an instant. 

No matter how much of a doctor you were, there were many reasons why you couldn't help him. For one thing, his wound had been aimed so centrally into his stomach that it was totally impossible to survive here. On the other hand, you knew that this time, Niragi would not let you try to save him. 

"Number five, please come and pull the surprise roulette." The voice called and this time there was a whole different tension in the air. 

You knew that roulette could still fall on the dead, but now, with only three players still in the race, Niragi's life and your own was in more danger than ever. 

You didn't even know how many rounds this game had, you didn't know how long this whole circus would last. And Niragi knew very well, he knew that he was more and more likely to run into your number or even his. It was a miracle that he hadn't been chosen until now, but his luck would change sooner or later, it had to.

And the world suddenly came to an end. You couldn't believe the number that had just appeared on the screen, but there it was, written in black and white, that little letter that would change the course of history. Of your history. The shock had robbed you of your speech, no more sound could come out of your mouth. 

Niragi was looking at you with wide eyes, his mouth open, his face frozen in expectation of a fear that gradually turned into worry. It was a strange sight, to see his face twisted like that. You thought nothing in the world could scare him, he had spent so much time mocking the world that you believed it; you believed hard that nothing on this earth could cause this. 

But there he stood, frozen too, jaw shaking and breathless. Does he believe it himself? So many questions were running through your mind at once, too many for you to even know what they were. You didn't know what you felt. You didn't know what you should feel. Anger? Sadness? Fear?

You looked into Niragi's eyes as if he were the only thing in the room, trying to extract the truth from his eyes. As if he was the only one who could confirm to you that that number, up there on the big screen, was really yours.

The carnival music resounded, giving way to the second image. The belly. 

A more than nervous laugh escaped from your lips, so much so that you could hardly believe it. A kind of cold, swiveling numbness had spread over your forehead, your mouth, your cheeks. You couldn't speak because your jaw muscles were paralyzed. Even if you could, you wouldn't know what to say anyway. You noticed that your knees were shaking, your stomach had opened up into an empty, nauseating pit.

"Go ahead and shoot," you were surprised by the raspiness of your own voice, but not by the words that came out. 

Niragi's eyebrows furrowed, as if he hadn't quite understood what you had just said. He had surely mistakenly understood, that went without saying. A misunderstanding that he wanted to clear up right away. "What nonsense are you talking about?" 

You cleared your throat, swallowing heavily the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth. You pursed your lips, and taking a calm breath, you repeated, "Shoot. We don't have a choice, we have to play." 

"I won't shoot you." Niragi was firm, his mind was made up. He would never do that, he would never have the courage to do it despite the bliss he was in. It was no longer a pleasure to see others kill or be killed, it was not a story of revenge or a framed experience in this new world. 

No, this was you, and this was your life. And Niragi would never be caught alive putting a bullet in your stomach. Never. Never. Never. 

Everything you saw was speeding up, but your own movements were slowing down. That feeling of anxiety when you realized your failure was imminent if you couldn't move fast enough, the liminality between realizing you were dead and despairing for life. You were scared, really scared.

You walked the few steps between the two of you, taking Niragi's face in your hands, and every move you made seemed to mirror the ones he had made towards you when you killed the stranger. The roles had been reversed, and now Niragi needed you. He needed reassurance, and he needed to shoot. That was the game. "Baby, it's going to be okay, all right? I'm going to guide you, and I'm going to be fine -" 

"No," he took your wrists in his hands, pulling your grip away from his face. He couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth, he wouldn't. It was impossible. No. "How can you say something like that?" 

You knew it was hypocritical of you, because if you were him, it all seemed just as impossible to you. You would never have the strength or the courage to shoot him, and asking him to do it was something unthinkable. But Niragi was always stronger than you, he had always had more courage and more bravery. No matter his past and all that had been done to him during his teenage years, Niragi was a different man now. 

He was valiant and strong, and if there was a small chance that you could both get through this, you had to take it. And for now, it was to shoot.

"I'll... I'll figure it out, let me think," he let go of your hands, ignoring the gun on the platform that was just waiting to be retrieved. The timer on the big screen read just over three minutes, and the seconds were ticking away rapidly. 

"Don't think about it, baby, you've got to shoot," you tried to convince him as best you could. Time was running out and you knew that there was no way to counter this inferno. "Niragi, please -" 

"Shut up!" He was starting to panic, you could tell by the pacing he was starting to do from left to right of the gym. With his thumbnail in his mouth and his eyes focused on his feet, he was thinking hard. He was going to sprain his brain if he continued like this, he had to resolve, there was no solution. If there was, you would have found it by now, and no player would have been killed. 

You knew that this world left no room for exceptions, and that the only way out was to play. 

The game of hearts was beginning to make sense now. It was a psychological game, playing with the happiness of some and the misery of others. It was a game that pushed the limits of the human body, challenging the brain's ability to play with your nerves. It was so cruel. 

Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks now, the pressure of the game was getting so great that you couldn't handle your emotions anymore. The fear was growing so much and taking up so much space in your whole body that you didn't know where it started and where it stopped.

Two minutes. "Niragi, please, stop your bullshit..." you were crying now, your whole body shaking with little gasps. 

But he wasn't listening, he didn't want to hear anything. Niragi was thinking and thinking, trying to find a solution, trying to remember the correctness of the rules of the game to find a loophole. He looked around, looking for a clue that would help him find the solution. But there was nothing, there was nothingness as he let an angry cry escape the back of his throat. 

Rage manifested itself in the form of clenched fists, fierce and annoyed movements, the jaw tense and the look gathering fear and frustration all at the same time. "I can't... I can't..." 

"Yes, you can, please, Niragi, you have to!" You were crying so hard that your vision was blurred by tears, kneeling on the ground under the weight of defeat. 

Niragi would turn around, his eyes on your figure and his heart would break into a thousand pieces under your tear-ridden face. He loved to play hard to get, trying to prove to the world that he felt nothing but indifference and anger for everything that was happening around him, but he couldn't deny the true nature of his being. The very reason he was still alive today. 

In the end, it was always you. You, you, you. 

One minute, and it was game over for everyone. You stood up, taking the gun in your hands, completely unaware of the look that the young man was giving between you and Niragi, also mute and frozen. You put the gun in Niragi's hands, and for once he didn't seem to want to take it between his fingers. He looked at it as if it were a time bomb, afraid that it would go off at any moment. 

You circled Niragi's fingers around the weapon, placing the aim in the center of your stomach. Well, not quite, just a little to the right, where you thought there was a chance the bullet wouldn't do too much damage. The belly was full of various organs, each one more important than the other. You didn't want to hit anything vital, but the chances of survival were extremely small.

But it was necessary to try. It was necessary. 

"Niragi, look at me," you called and Niragi's eyes were red as they met yours. He wasn't crying, but he wasn't far away. His breath was heavy and his fingers were shaking. "Don't think, please, you have to shoot. Everything is going to be okay, all right?" 

"I can't do this..." he sighed sadly as the last few seconds of the timer ticked down. 

"Once you pull the trigger, you'll have to put pressure on the wound to limit blood loss. I might go into shock, that's okay - Niragi, focus! - You will finish the game, and you will shoot everything that moves, if necessary. Then you'll take me to The Beach as soon as possible, okay? Once there, you take me to Chishiya, understand? -"

"Chishiya? Why -" 

"Niragi, do you understand what I'm saying?" You were shouting now, there were only a few seconds left, you had to act so fast. 

Niragi was nodding his head up and down, and when you were sure he understood what you had instructed him, you took two steps back. You braced yourself for the pain, blocking the breath in your lungs, as Niragi held the weapon firmly in his fingertips. You offered a reassuring look, trying to show him your strength through the fear that was eating away at your body. 

Three, two, one. 

The pain was like a fire burning your skin and exploding your head with a terrifying emptiness. It was nauseating. The pain felt like a hot, sharp, salt-coated knife cutting through your skin and into your muscles and bones, as if your belly had been frozen and a lightning bolt had struck your body from head to toe. 

And then, nothing. Nothingness, the abyss. 

You were sinking, far, far, far. 

No more sounds, no more images. 

Only emptiness.

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Hiiii! You know, I had this chapter planned for SO LONG that it was so easy to write haha

I hope to update next part as quickly as possible, don't mind me if that takes a little more than a few days ah

I'm kinda enjoying this part, where you're probably going to want to punch me in the face??!!

Anyways, see you soon everyone ;)

Nageoire

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I love the smartass replys on my Niragi posts, very entertaining. Especially on those where I say he's pretty.