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napiphi · 7 months
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mnheil · 1 year
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nijiro murakami
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itscarliart · 1 year
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♦️King of Diamonds ♦️
Alice in Borderland is living in my head rent free and I couldn’t help myself drawing Chisiya, the king itself✨🙏
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grlsbian · 1 year
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ k𝖾nt𝗈 yamaza𝗄𝗂.   ° ‧   ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁
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aestheticsisters · 1 year
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ALICE IN BORDERLAND 2
Of your two choices no matter which you choose, you'll know the answer. You'll know what kind of person you are. You'll know life is like a game. Enjoy it more.
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kiesjournalfrommen · 1 year
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LESㅡchildishgambino'
Banda Sunato x Fem reader
¹Warnings: Little bit of smegsy time👾, swearing, tiny degradation, a bit angst, banda himself, violent sociopathic behavior, kinky banda? manipulator
☆ enjoy
Summary: Banda met you in the real world. In Borderland you meet him again during a game involving honest and have a little "chitㅡchat."
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My very first ever ff on tumblr:)
The amount of walking beyond the walls of borderland was outrageous. Most people could have dropped dead literally or just kept on going and adjusting to this normal life within Borderland. While remembering the past life before.
Before arriving into this game your life was such a disaster,
young and married to a man who's life interested too much into stocks, he practically fell in love with money right before you.
24 hour's before you're wedding you had all the time during the prior months to plan out the guest list, but a certiant name that appeared caused you to lift a brow.
You're husband standing at your side from behind, leans to look at the list of guest. Husband chuckling behind you as he walked away, hands in his pocket reminiscing of him and the person you became puzzled on.
"Banda Sunato." You whispered to yourself, his name came out so smoothly from your voice,
Your husband has never mentioned that name before, ever.
it was as if you knew of the person so well to speak casually about them in any kind of environment. How devastating it was during the reception party.
Friends gathered to watch the first newlyweds have a dance but a certiant someone popped up that caught your eye quickly.
He had black dark hair, grayish black eyes and a curious smug. He wore black trousers a white blouse, tie half down and black blazer. You still held a smile as your face became confused, the room was crowded but even a ghost can tell when something appears so quickly...
Returning your attention back to your husband who wonders why your face is contorted and concerned.
It's like you had been possessed and captivated by something out in the crowd.
If you weren't getting married. Boy, would you be quick to talk to this person.
The dance was finally over as everyone had applauded you and your love, holding hand in hand as you waltzed away hurrying to sit down and comfort your feet from the heels you wore.
Over time the more you lived with your fresh husband, the more he became tied into his work. So much so that he would deposit money to an anonymous women. The marriage ended right after you found that out.
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Walking in a quiet and rainy night, you turned a corner too see a man with his back facing you. Hands in his pocket, leaning back you could hear the slightest groaning from the stranger but didn't bother to ask.
Low and Behold he turned around rather quickly to reveal himself as that mesmerizing man from your wedding which was about 3 months ago 💀
He saw your shocked expression, mentally taking notes of how your face contorted. It's like their was a camera following you and taking pictures. So you had to keep that smile on your face as he just stared at you, a bit freaked out you planned on leaving until he began walking up to you, at a safe distance he stopped. You got a full look at him, he had beauty moles and a very sculptured face, his Adam's apple visible and his attraction was VERY VERY high.
He was tall, slim and held an umbrella and watched you; anticipating what you might say despite not wanting to say anything.
"Uh.. You must be Banda, am I correct?" He's taken a back but smiles at you and nods.
"Yes I am. You must be that guy's wife. Right?" He pauses letting out a shaky breath as he stares you directly in the eyes. You just nod at him and decide that you just might not end your night getting drunk but instead talking with this man. He confessed that he was infact going to talk to you're ex husband soon.
"Do you mind me walking with you?" His voice was calm as he let out a breathy laugh not taking his eyes off you.
You politely accept his offer as you both walk side by side.
For some strange reasons you felt very calm and comfortable being at his side,
forgetting he was a stranger and saw him more as a person.
You've never felt like that in a very long time.
"I have never met someone like you before, you seem really relaxed and all Sunato." He just looks down at you and agrees before beckoning and leaving, your heart flutterd as you both conversed he was more than a mystery present to you and you just wanted to see what was inside that brain of his.
He walked you to your house and held the door open for you,
swiftly turning around to face him again as you smiled softly and thanked him
but before you closed the door you felt a bit sad that you would not be speaking to him from that day onwards.
"Banda. If I'm not able to see you again can you come to my medical university, I study their on my free time since you know the accident that happened.." you say looking down as he just smiles at you. "What is the adress?" It's right near that popular university since I'm a med student." You tell him he just nods "Well than L/N Y/N, I hope to see you in the featured sometime. Nice meeting you." He says before walking off into the rainy night.
It would be a lie to say you forgot about him, every day working in the lab refrigerating soon to be used vaccinations, you couldn't stop thinking about him. Banda would be on your mind all the time from the day forward.
You haven't seen Banda ever since that day you met him at a bus stop and when he walked you home.
Remembering his kind eyes and kind smiles. Only to see him again on the News in Japan for taking someone's life.. It was reported in Shibuya district before hearing the sound of a firework and looking up.. Waking up in the borderlands with no recollection of your surroundings or where anyone in the world was. Meeting a group of three boys who coincidentally also took note of the missing people before meeting you in the infamous walk stops. You took a separate way from the gentleman as you couched to find him again. Defeating games and difficulty cards before finding the beach, playing the game and leaving as you watched it burn.
The King of Spades is where you ended up, back in Shibuya, an old Shibuya district cross walk that was now abandoned followed by vines and grass patches.
You made your way to the next game, a table filled with collars.
You placed the collar on your neck looking forward as you entered the prison.
Feelings of tension, anxiety and the fear of death linger in the ear.
The more you tried to compress and seal away how you actually felt made it harder to connect to these people.
The more people had came in the more feelings arose.
All of the people in the room had some kind of stories, probably it being their first game at all.
You looked around the room and spotted a familiar man. "Chisiyua?" You whispered as you walked up th him.
He recognized you from the University and the beach as he spotted you so easily in the crowd of people partying. You were the only smart one who was powerful enough to put people in their place just like you did before coming to the borderlands. He acknowledged your presence as he side eyed you and raised a brow, you kept talking slight the body language. "Seems like we are in a bit of a pickle. I guess this game is a trust game, these collars do seem like those explosive ones from the tag game." You say bringing a finger to your lip as you intrigued him with your observations. He just quietly listened as he observed the people he would be with until they die.
Your very first time working with a dead body ever was on one of Bandas victims, a female who had trauma related injuries suffering with drugs in her system and heavy bleeding with stab wounds on her abdomen and one huge slice on her throat. It was traumatizing to know that the man you wondered about every day had done this to a girl. He killed a girl.
Hw could have killed you, these thoughts brought you back to reality as Chisiyua snapped you back.
"Please don't die Y/N." Chishiya looked at you with deep concerned as he vented his worries for you.
You just looked at him and simply nodded at him, assuring him nothing would happen to you.
As you let out a breath you turn around to see someone approaching from the stairwell.
His gray eyes stare around the room before landing on you, you're eyes widen as you feel your heart began to beat faster. Eyes fluttering as you stare at the man across from you.
The board does confirm your thoughts, he came back.
Banda appeared alive, well and maybe delusional but well. God you missed him so much, relived he was alive you rushed over to him.
He looks down at you as your at his side once again, a smug looks with shock setting his face as you carefully take details of his face.
You felt happy at him but that happy smile on your face soon turned sour as he began speaking. "What do you want?" He asks bluntly. Taking you a back.
Did he not remember you?
Was he mad at you?
You couldn't understand why he was acting this way. "Do you remember me.." You said hoping he did in fact remember you. "If this is your way of suddenly befriended someone or trying to get me to be your partner, I'm declining." He says with an annoyed tone. Staring you down to your core. It made you shiver, you felt confused as you walked away. He continued staring at you for a bit until you fully left his vision.
The first round had passed as a man in a suit told you your card. You made your way to the cafeteria and picked up a kind of fruit jelly before sitting down on the metal table and eating.
The insanity of being in here made you feel so overwhelmed, you hadn't done much but observe people and it was eating you alive. You wanted to leave this game and go back home, home to the real Banda not some maniac who was distant and uninterested in you.
You felt yourself tear up, your eyes becoming blurry and watery as you stared at the jelly. Remembering your life and your husband, the climax being Banda Sunato and his active stunt that happened previously.
Suddenly, a hand grasped your forearm and yanked you up, the place in the Cafeteria that you where sitting in was very dim and no one was down their except you. The figure gripped your arm before bringing their slim but large hand to your mouth, making you breath heavily out of your nose.
"Do not make a sound." Banda spoke in a hushed voice to your ear, it sounded more like a threat than an apology or demand.
He removed his hand from your mouth as you shakily let out a sigh, he did bring his hand to your waist and sat it their.
"What are you d-doing here..?" You said intimidated by him. Even though he was a serial killer, he was still a man who cared for you other than your husband who only rubbed your back and complimented you. Your wedding was the last time he ever kissed you.
He let out a sigh as he laughed turning you around to face him, your chest pressed up against his toned abs and stomach... and his hard member 😧
He let you stand their for awhile in that place making you comfortable in his warmth before finally telling you everything. Everything he wanted to say to you for the first time he met you at the wedding, he felt sorry for you because you where married to a monster.
"I still remember meeting you first the first time and you changed me completely. When I found out my best friend was getting married I pitted you. In fact I was so angry at him for marrying such an innocent kind and nice girl, and I wondered what that weight of knowing who hed spend his life with could have been, but then I met you at that bus stop during the night i was going to kill him and myself I met you. I went to sleep and I thought of you. You're the reason I stay up at night.." Whispering the last part to himself as you become flusterd by his words.
Choking on what to say you just stare at him a lip trembling.
He stares somberat you then smiles, "You're so fucking beautiful.." He whispered and leans down to you.
"I just hate how much you deal with his bull shit and decide if today will be the day you leave him. But you stay with his fucked up self.. it huts so much to see you like that. It intrigues me yet, I know very well that you want me too. Y/N please tell me you want me as much as I do. See, I think I'm in love with you."
He pauses before recoiling and processing what he had just said before letting in a breath and speaking.
"Can I kiss you?"
In the moment you would have instantly been upset with him, angry at him for coming back to you all this time later. Saying nothing but sweet compliments while pitying you. You just hated how he never showed up to your University, you where planning to confess your feelings.
But here you are,
making out with him, you feel his hands roam up your shirt and touch you all over. He felt your boobs and played with them for a bit making you moan and feel hot as his touches become hotter and more hungry, he was aching to touch you. Every single part of you. "You're just so pretty.." He says before cupping his hands around your cheeks and engulfing you in a kiss, you kiss him back with more passion bringing your arms around his neck as he arches your back and pulls you into a cell.
His lips trace down your neck passing the collar as he kisses softly on you, making you whimper by his teasing as he goes slow. "I want this to be memorable for you." He says in a quiet yet calm voice. He bites down on the flesh of your boobs and whimpers making you a bit shocked but you don't dare say anything about it.
You couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp as he sucked on your sensitive skin. His lips grazing on to your collar bone.
His tounge sliding on the soft skin of your collar bone before humming into it making your legs twitch. You were so so vulnerable, submissive and sensitive infront of him he wanted to just get over with it and pull you down onto his cock. That came to a halt as you heard the voice of a robotic lady. Announcing that the game will began and all players must return to the main hall.
You looked up at him surprised as he backs away from you smirking at the hickies he had left and your swollen kissed lips. Along with your lewd unbuttoned shirt. Glancing shamelessly at your bra and boobs that have warm wet marks of his kisses. You quickly button your shirt back up and compose yourself as you see Chisiyua, he raises a brow at you as Banda follows from behind you.
Banda leans down and catches your attention. "I'm not finished yet. You little bitch." He says letting his lips graze on your earlobe and the shell of your ear before blowing some hot air. Goosebumps of sensation make way around your body as he places himself directly behind you and fumbles with the back of your shirt, letting his finger digits play with your spine and back, bring his hands to duck into your pants and panties waist line playing with your hip. You let in a sharp breath, feeling your legs become a bit wobbly you hold onto his arm for support before anxiously looking around the room making sure no one is watching. Until making eye contact with Chisiyua who stares amused at you, brow raised and dissatisfaction and visible uncomfortable stare realizing that something is going on between you and that Banda guy.
"Hey, once we get these collars straight do you want to fuck?" He says with a straight face but you are still staring ahead at the board explaning the rules yet nod.
(I spelled C name wrong like 4 times)
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hellaynasdiary · 1 year
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Alice In Borderland Season 2 spoilers out of context
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My man would rather die than run like a normal human being and I respect him for that.
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marsipanart · 11 months
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Chishiya my bby 💖💖💖💖💖
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kirbyskisses · 1 year
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so uh…
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we all see it, right?
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writing-fanics · 1 year
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oh god, imagine Niragi holding his nephew and being like “Tch! Your baby is ugly sis.”
And y/n looking at hm like, “so we’re you.” Chishiya holds back a laugh.
“can’t believe you let this idiot but his dick inside you.” Niragi said
“Okay, we’ll at least he has one.” Y/n
He gave her the death glare and she gave it back to him, “At, least my baby doesn’t look like a hairless cat.”
“Fuck, that’s supposed to mean? You don’t even have any kids?” Chishiya says
“You don’t know that!”
“Uh ha, Niragi you literally haven’t had a girlfriend since high school.” Y/n
“Fuck off,”
He looks at the baby in disgust and hands it to Chishiya. “Awe, he wants his uncle.” Niragi looks at him in shock. and hesitantly takes the baby and furrows his eyebrows.
Chishiya takes a picture, “We, can use it to blackmail him.” Y/n whispered.
“Heard that,”
“No you didn’t, bitch.”
The baby just giggles in Niragi’s arms. Kinda melting Niragi’s heart.
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er, useless headcanon for Chishiya?
useless headcanon for chisiya is that he's actually useless. every fact he made up was a complete lie and every guess he made had zero evidence to back it up.
the cookies in the prison game? yeah he didn't notice anything, he just thought they were good. that bomb he gave kuina? he has no clue how to make a bomb, he just grabbed a soda can and some duct tape and made a go of it. the code for the card safe in season 1? he didn't have a clue, just thought "8022" was a good combination of numbers. man doesn't have a single thought floating around that bleached blonde head of his, he's simply unnaturally lucky.
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cybersghoul · 1 year
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Just gonna say this right here but I’ve seen some people say that Chisiya would be a better Mc then Arisu but I would rather follow Arisu around then have to see what happens with Chisiya a main reason is Karube, and Chotas deaths were really interesting and sad and I don’t think we would see it or them at all if Chisiya was the Mc also I know people were joking when they said it but a few are actually serious so but this is just my opinion
(Chisiya and Arisu are dating too trust me guys)
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☠️ Chishiya Shuntaro One Shot - Spicy
Another part of Open Doors fanfiction - can be read by itself & in any particular order with the others. You can find the other parts at the end of this story.
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 FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES: 
She watched all of the groups sent to the slaughter. Some of them were actually happy, enthusiastic even, the Hatter created a religion. They went into these games as a way to fulfill a greater purpose – that she was quite sure they didn’t understand. But for many of them, it was the only way to survive. People need hope, hope comes from faith, faith is created by humans. No faith has ever belonged to a God, it has always been man-made the way it suited the said man best. Essentially, humans needed other humans to move forward and that was very well put into perspective at the Beach.
He joined rather recently, but he didn’t want to be there. It was clear as daylight, he only wanted the advantages, not the conditions.
Himiko related. She was well aware that the Hatter was supposed to be the first to leave when the time came, although she doubted the theory. But just in case it was true, she won’t let him, of all people, go back tot the real world. He did some good to these panicked people, but she could sense the madness in his utopia from the beginning. She was going to steal the cards, but now it was pretty clear there is some competition for this.
Chishiya had a small group, a spades player she recognized from other games and 2 girls that looked like they were friends. Not very useful to him and he looked displeased. She smiled, she would be displeased too, to say the least.  
But it must be an easy game, he just recently came in and although he was an asset, bringing in an 8 of diamonds and winning a few games recently for the Beach, they wouldn’t force him into taking all the difficult ones. They had her for this.
He caught her attention and Himiko knew she caught his as well. And not only from an intelligence point of view.
They went to the cars and she followed. She just finished a 5 of hearts yesterday, painful as it is supposed to be, but she finished it - safe for another 5 days. A little voice in her head told her she’s not being rational, but she went anyways, taking the last seat in the car. Sometimes she didn’t like the little voice, sometimes she needed to feel the thrill she never felt in her old, boring, pre-thought life. Besides, it was for research. Her teachers would be proud. Only she researched her latest blonde-haired and cunning obsession.
The spades player wanted to protest but a single look from her told him that he’d better keep his mouth shut. Mentally she took a note on his behavior, he was there to help Chishiya in case it was actually a spades game. They’re always paired like that: a brainy one and a strong one. Now he had her as his responsibility too, as the Hatter wouldn’t be able to blame her if she dies. He’d blame the spades player, the one supposed to bodyguard the most powerful diamond of the beach. And now the heart too. No wonder they despised her, although she didn’t really mind.
Himiko has recently concluded that Hearts are needed on every game. Almost everything could be conquered if you had the right tools. People were often the best ones. Her mind works like a chess table, if the pawns would have feelings too. She knows how to play the crying, the sad, the scared.
As opposed to the classic chess Chishiya was playing.
There was a point in these games when feelings took over and she wanted to see for herself if he took this into account. He seemed good at chess, but in this world a bit of poker was needed too.
They drove to an ice-cream shop in silence. She knew the place, usually she’d stop by whenever she got a bit of time between classes to get a cone or two, but now it looked way less joyful than before.
The spades boy looked like he wanted to tell her not to enter, but she was the first to step in. Chishiya followed. He was aware she played a good game just a few days back. He was in fact aware of all the games Himiko played, just as she was.
Chishiya realized quickly she’s not here to play the card game. She’s here to play him.
At this point it felt like a competition, he was sure she’s not on the beach to gain cards, although her intentions were not that easy to figure out. He didn’t really read her and it was frustrating, he wanted to know if she had a plan – she often seemed like she had, but he’s seen no development.
He searched for clues, he felt a bit obsessed but noticed Himiko was quite aware of him too. It was a game of cat and mouse and he wasn’t really sure which one is which at any point. He befriended this girl that talks to Himiko from time to time and found out what her room is, but he didn’t find anything in there either. No signs of a masterplan, but he did find her so many times in so many ways and shamelessly replayed everything he saw whenever he felt necessary. It was more often than what he’d like to admit. He was still a man and she was so intriguing. He didn’t know what got him off, her body or her mind.
She watched him with just as much interest and followed every move. She was amused in the way he spied on her but Himiko was aware she wasn’t very subtle either. Only more controlled, but she guessed this is just how men were. In her limited experience but through her vast curiosity, she learnt that men often think of women’s body more than women’s minds. Which she never minded too much, it was an advantage. Now she got herself a rival of the other sex, as she was pretty sure not her body was the one that interested in, although she wouldn’t mind if it was. Himiko wasn’t clear whether he realized he’s been caught a few times, but he was indeed a pleasant spy to have and she sometimes liked to put on a show.
Somewhere in her mind the wheels were spinning against her will, formulating all the contexts that might determine him to act on it. He’d need a push, but he’d think it’s his idea. She’ll find that perfect-timed push at some point and he’ll still think it’s his idea. He’s narcissistic, that was for sure. He breathes condescension and his eyes lighten up only with superiority. But she did saw him coming alive for something else too. Her.  
There were a few other players joining in the small entryway of the shop, forcing Himiko to jump to sit on the counter so she wouldn’t feel to close and trapped. A slight claustrophobia was messing with her mind since childhood but she usually simply ignored it. He side-eyed her carefully but didn’t react.
The phones blinked at once, a 1 of spades. Well, a bad day for the spades guy it seems. And for everyone else apart from her, as that meant they’ll play again tomorrow.
Resistance wasn’t her asset, but it was supposed to be a really easy one. The game indicated to form pairs by putting on handcuffs, and she saw the two friends together. They weren’t very smart, one of them could have got the spades guy, since Chishiya seemed determined not to move from where he was standing, next to her. The spades guy looked lost and confused, watching both of them. Did Chishiya think he’s going to be okay since it’s just the 1 of spades or did he count on her non-existent physical abilities? She did survive a lot – but not a lot of spades games. Most of the people at the Beach knew this, never questioned why a militant usually guards her on her games. Many ended up dead on heart games with only one winner. It’s her life or theirs.  
Chishiya didn’t ask, he just put on a handcuff and waited with his hand next to her. She chuckled and grabbed the other handcuffed, locking it around her hand.
He didn’t bother to remember the spade player, he wasn’t going to keep track of someone who might die by the end of the night. He watched the woman move her hands to his wrist and handcuffed herself to him with very gracious movements. It could have been even erotic and he could swear she did it on purpose. He sent her an amused grin, it was definitely his game.
They entered the sitting area of the shop and noticed a wide opened door. Chishiya stepped in, dragging Himiko with him too, although she wasn’t too happy about it. Normally she would let others find out what’s happening in a spades game, but she didn’t comment. And she didn’t have to, he felt her indignation the same second he stepped in, but she failed to notice the cold room doors in that corridor.
One for each pair. It was a game of resistance to cold, which was unfortunate for the Beach players dressed so lightly. The rest of the players had a better chance, none of them was wearing a bikini top and a short silk skirt like she was. He was wearing a hoodie but since they were handcuffed even if he would want to offer her the jacket – which she knew it won’t happen with the self-preservation instinct he had– he couldn’t undress and she couldn’t put it on given their handcuffs.
The voice explained the rules, both players need to resist 8 hours.
They both entered the room, Himiko remaining collected but well aware of the shit-situation she were in. He was wearing shorts, there’s no way he’ll be fine but it was way more than what she had. The cold room was empty with the exception of 1 sleeping bag in the left corner and a small fire on the right. The door closed behind them and they heard the click of a lock breaking the silence.
They both sighed at their situation. She dragged him to the sleep bag so they could both stay next to the candle before he could say anything – her efforts were soon to be diminished as the sleeping bag couldn’t be moved, glued to the ground.
- We should move to the fire, it gives heat for the both of us.
- It’s not a fireplace. I know you, boys, have difficulties with dimensions but that won’t do for me. She smiled to his frown. He was taken aback, she doesn’t speak much at the Beach. But it seemed she does have quite a sharp tongue when she wants.
He didn’t answer as he dragged her there, outpowering her by far. He didn’t chose to play with her for the non-existent physical abilities, indeed. It was research for him too.
“How nice, two nerds doing their research, risking their lives.”- she thought. With him, it was an ego battle in the end but she was actually worried for the situation.
They sat by the and although there was a little heat coming from it, it wasn’t too powerful. He tried to ignore her grumbling and her teeth chattering. It was the only sound for a long time, Chishiya didn’t know how to figure out how long exactly. It was getting on his nerves and there was even a bit of worry cradling his empty conscience.
For the game and his life, although he wouldn’t admit it but the slight shade of purple she was turning into didn’t make him feel great about himself.
Although it didn’t show, there was something in her eyes when she delivered that little joke of hers regarding the fire. Similar to what he saw when she jumped on the counter. He would say it was a masked fear of things she miscalculated. She was a hearts player, not a diamond one after all. Although there were just as mind-consuming and she was definitely smart, emotions were easier to play for her. It wasn’t the case for him but since he met her, he tried to notice and break through the poker face.
She miscalculated and now her brain was freezing too.
She had some limitations, not faults – she didn’t create them, they just existed around her. Her body seemed to be one of them.
He watched the girl – now too tired to talk – sitting with her knees to her chest on the cold floor. The silky skirt didn’t do much for her, probably. She looked like she was barely awake although he could see how she fought the urge to fall asleep – he wasn’t sure if she knew what the steps to hypothermia were, but she was definitely on that road and fighting it.  
They needed to come back alive together to clear the game. Chishiya sighed and jumped to his feet, dragging her hand with him. She didn’t even turn her head to him, barely keeping her eyes open. She didn’t seem to want to move too much either. He thought for a second if it was even worth the effort. Of course it was, he just didn’t want to look like he cared and his conscience – which was a very little voice but it existed – urged him to move her. And besides, he needed to live too.
Himiko felt like she was floating, her head resting on something a bit warmer this time. She didn’t feel her legs but she did keep her eyes open. Her legs were there, she saw them. It took her another moment to realize Chishiya was carrying her to the sleep bag. He didn’t feel her weight. He wasn’t very muscular, but she was very small, short and slim, like she hasn’t eaten in a while. Chishiya noticed she doesn’t, like she wouldn’t trust the food offered by the beach. Since then, he followed her example – only choosing sealed food.
He put her down and checked her vitals.
She felt his hands on her body, checking her pulse, her temperature as rudimentary as it could be checked and heard a small word which she identified as ‘fuck’. He closed the sleeping bag and she fought again the urge to fall asleep. She knew well what hypothermia meant and she was almost annoyed she got herself in this situation.
- Yes, I am pissed to, you could’ve stayed on the Beach.
She didn’t realized she voiced her thoughts out loud but she managed to chuckle.
- Where would be the fun in that.
Her voice was so small and her heart rate was mirroring it. It was dangerous, now that he was sure her body didn’t really match the power of her mind. Judging by her usual skin color, she was probably anemic too which wasn’t helping with her situation. He swore again when he noticed her eyes closing and opened the sleeping bag. He got his hoodie off and although he wasn’t very warm, he knew his body heat would be better than nothing at this point.
She didn’t feel his hands over her stomach at first, or his chest pressed against her back. Nor his legs in between her own. A few minutes passed by and she realized she was never hugged so tightly as Chishiya did right now. And although she was pretty sure she was dying and it was just necessary, she felt herself smiling a little. It wasn’t her usual smile, it was just her realization, a pure contentment that she actually got to feel someone this close before dying. The child inside felt closer and besides her small smile, tears were threatening to show up.  
It was the hypothermia. It made her think of the past she so often turned her back to and now she became emotional in the arms of the most emotionless person she met.
- Don’t close your eyes, okay?
She nodded and her hair brushed his face, she smelled like oranges and chocolate. He was suddenly more aware of his hands being so close to her breasts and the curve of her ass fitting so well right into his lap. He was becoming aware of just how well she fitted in there and that it was so rare that he had someone so close to him. He breathed in, oranges and chocolate imprinted in the air. Her tiny hands were still shaking and her legs were still so cold.
His mind went into so many different directions with her like that, glued to his body and it became a bit more difficult to think. For him, that was weird, scarry and new. He forced himself to think, to find a solution.
His mind was his strength and he didn’t like the feeling. However, his mind and body found the twist together. A way to warm her up and have his own fascination fueled up.
His hands were moving now, telling himself he’s trying to warm her up. But soon, they found her breasts and stayed there longer. He felt her hardened nipples through the bikini and although it wasn’t necessary, he pinched. The small sound escaping her was much more exciting that it should have been.
She felt his breath on her neck, the context was very inappropriate for her to think of how erotic it was. But she did anyway. She slightly moved her hips and felt him hard against her. She moved again so his growing crotch would fit right at her core and he pinched her nipples harder, as he let a barely audible gasp.
Finding a sensitive spot, he kissed her neck, making her twitch with anticipation. She moaned loudly when he bit and she felt his smile against her skin, only for a second. As his hand moved to her most sensitive zone without any warning. His hand was barely touching her but the knowledge, the simple thought made her rub herself against him more, trying to get some friction.
He was sure she was awake now and he knew it was a good method to keep her warm, make her blood move. That’s why he bit her neck again as one of his fingers danced around her clit. That’s why his other hand moved up her bikini top with no hesitation and grabbed her breast greedily. That’s why he pulled her closer, burying his manhood into her ass.
Her moans filled the small room, feeling herself get wetter and he didn’t even remove her skirt yet. And that damn bikini either. She wanted to tell him, she wanted him to simply take her, but the sounds didn’t came out as words but moans and whimpers.
Himiko forgot where she is, how they got there, her so-called research. All she knew is how her body moved against his and how his hands didn’t move fast enough to let her have her release.
He would gladly offer her that but he remembered he had her for only this game. He wanted her to moan, to groan, to scream. Preferably his name.
To her, it was a torture and an eternity before his hand moved under the skirt, still blocked by the fabric of her swimsuit. Still to far, Chishiya’s hand moved like feathers on her, she felt the ghosts of his fingers over the fabric and whined in frustration. He smiled and she didn’t expect his fingers to push so forcefully through the thin material at one, making her scream. Only to be disappointed just a few moments later when the contact broke.
She was wet, still dressed and trembling not from the cold but from his edging. She felt his other hand move to her stomach, bringing her even closer – if that was even possible – and then he moved creating the much needed friction she needed. She was distracted and she didn’t feel the panties being moved to the side, not that they covered too much from the beginning. He inserted his finger with no warning and she screamed his name. Pleased with how wet she was and her reaction he inserted a second one and stood still, reveling in the feeling of her warmth. Imagining how she would feel around his member. She started moving but his hand on her stomach kept her still.
Her mind was dizzy, still affected by the hours spent in the cold – although she felt the warmth in each of her bones and muscles. And especially around his fingers that slightly, just slightly twitched, making her whimper more, almost crying.
The voice announced the ending of the game and her mind didn’t register it either. Only then Chishiya started moving, fast and meticulously, hitting a point inside her that made her head fall back on his shoulder and made her scream profanities that she didn’t even realize she knew. He smiled, finally letting her have her orgasm as he heard his name somewhere in between all the mumbled words.
He didn’t know what time it was, his plan was to keep her in that state as much as possible – and maybe, just maybe he thought of doing more. If necessary of course. The voice cut his fun short, but he jumped to his feet and closed his hoodie, praying that it was long enough to cover his aching boner. He’ll have to take care of that later.
She didn’t move for a few minutes, realizing he simply got up his feet and left. In the back of her mind she knew he kept her alive. Both of them, at the end of the day. She understood what happened and somehow there was a tiny shiver of disappointment and sadness going through her body. She breathed out silently.
He didn’t say anything as he opened the door and waited for her to rise up. She sure took her time, but when she got up it was like the past 8 hours have never happened. Her face was the perfect image of tranquility and boredom. It bothered him, but it didn’t show up on his face either.
They left the room silently, finding the 2 girls in the entryway, looking pale and cold – together with other players in a similar state. They went past them not knowing they still had a slight flush on their faces, very different to the purple skin the others shared.
There was no sign of the spades player, so Chishiya drove. They both knew they sentenced him to death. And they didn’t even have the conclusions of their researches.
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Hope you liked it ☠️
I’ll put them together in a wattpad story too, but ‘till then...
Here are the other parts, in the chronological order but as mentioned they can be read however you want. 
Open Doors - here
For Research Purposes (this one) 
Wet Motion - here
Drifting in Flashes - here
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grlsbian · 1 year
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pls make a chisiya moodboard please!!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻
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chishiya/nijiro moodboard !! ─̸ ✵
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aiuragf · 1 year
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WHY DID THEY DID NOT PUT THE BACKSTORY ABIUT CHISIYA GETTING NEGLECTED BY HIS DAD?!?!!! I thought it was such an important aspect of his life, thats like the thing that made him this such a un-emphatic person. WHY DID THEY MADE HIM LIKE HE WAS A NICE DOCTOR HE WAS AN ASSHOLE DOCTOR IN THE MANGA And j love him gor that WHY THEY CHANGE IT?!?!???
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