Queen of Diamonds

❛ 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 ↳ 𝟬𝟯. 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 ⸝⸝ —— 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙄𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙖 - 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 ❜

𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. The sky above Kuri heralded the arrival of a storm, yet another since Kaido's men had come to colonize the shores of Wano. Shin, for her part, has always loved the rain, it was her element of her, but by now she was firmly convinced that it was the sky desperate for the absence of Oden-sama. Since their lord and daymio had left following Whitebeard it had been they, his servants, who had to take the reins of a city built from the ashes of crime, trying to maintain the same splendor that Oden had managed to bring there. . After all, it was what she had done with each of them, she had helped them to find their own way, to follow their dreams and to fight for them. And that terrible lack was starting to make itself felt more every day. But if initially everything had worked in a precarious balance, even this last glimmer of hope seemed to be on the verge of crumbling once again. The removal of Ashura, according to Kin-san, had been an openly clever move to try to bring together under one banner the delinquents ready to declare war on the cities, so to avoid riots it was right for the former leader of the bandits to return. in his place without turning his back on the city of Kuri and all that Oden had done. This Shin was able to accept despite her being perfectly aware of the umpteenth lack of such an important figure in her life. She had already lost her Lord, Neko, Ino and also Izo. She didn't want to lose other companions. Yet her final stab had come like a bolt from the blue when Kamawatsu had come to tell her of Denjiro's final decision to get away from her. And at that moment Shin felt like she was dying because even though she was the most annoying four-eye of her ever, she still remained her Denjiro. [...] The exquisitely crafted katana at her side seems to have become terribly heavy as the figure of the albino samurai rushes down the stairs of the building, risking tripping over her own red haori that jumps at every step of her. Her hair is not arranged in the usual braid because he hasn't even had time to do it, given the unexpected news, and she seems to be short of breath. She had seen him go down the stairs and head towards the entrance and she herself hadn't hesitated even for a moment in reaching him just to be able to reproach him for all the pain she was making her feel in those moments. « Where do you think to go?»  she yells at him decisively, stopping at the top of the stairs and that's when the figure of the samurai with long dark hair turns towards her. He studies her carefully from behind the lenses of his prescription glasses and then here is that shadow of the scammer's smile that she has always had. « You know very well. Kin-san approves of what I am about to do also because without me Kuri's finances would not be able to cope with the expenses of the city. It is my job. » « So you're leaving too? Will you abandon us like this? Just for—… bets and geishas? Because that's what you're going to do, right? Weapons, sex, money. You only take care of this. » Scornful is the voice of the white-haired samurai that she hugs her clothes trying to remain impassive in front of that figure of her despite the fact that she knows that at any moment she would collapse. «Is that what it is, Shin? Do you want to tell me something? » Denjiro asks her suddenly serious while he remains at a distance from her, with one hand resting on the katana at his side and her almost hopeful expression. What did he expect her to say? That gave him real motivation to stay? Could she confess the unmentionable just to be able to keep it with her? Yet in the selfishness of a terribly jealous and in love woman he would have done so willingly, he would have yelled at him with all his heart not to go and stay there because without him his life could not be perfect. But you know, samurai are honorable people who put the good of the country first rather than their own and she was an Oden Kozuki samurai, she could not have behaved otherwise. She then she remains silent, once again, showing pride rather than her own feelings while the night masks those shining eyes of those who would have wanted so much to act differently. « As I imagined. Take care, brat. » And those last words of the samurai now lost in the wind and slowly turns without even looking at her face, perhaps because for a single moment even he had expected something.  A single word that convinced him to stay.

❛ 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 ↳ 𝟬𝟮. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 ⸝⸝ —— 𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 - 𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙤 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙜𝙨 ❜

𝑶𝒅𝒂. The Lupin has always been one of those safe and untouchable places for Dazai Osamu. Since the days of the Port Mafia it was there that he took refuge following a heavy and long day, finding the company much more than pleasant of his two old friends. The figures of Oda and Ango, in one way or another, however, contributed to a sort of slow growth of Dazai, influencing his new way of thinking and acting for better or for worse. They were three different people, three friends who each put something of him in that highly heterogeneous relationship but which managed to soothe the wounds of everyone's destroyed souls. Because being part of the Port Mafia, carrying your load of responsibility, wasn't easy and the three of them knew it all too well. Perhaps for them it was a simple moment of evening relaxation but for Dazai those evenings at the Lupin represented the best weapon for not thinking about death. Or rather, they managed for a while to get rid of the kind of thoughts that inevitably tended to return as soon as Dazai was alone with himself. And it is right there, sitting at an empty counter and with the glass half full, that the current detective with an enigmatic smile stands. As always, the bartender did not hesitate to pour him his favorite liqueur, the one he has been taking for years, and it is there for the anniversary of Odasaku's death that he finds himself once again hoping that his friend can happily cross the door of the local telling yet another interesting story about his day. But Dazai has learned to live with those feelings of anxiety and anticipation because he knows all too well that Oda will never come back. She saw him die in her arms and he, in return, as a last undeserved gift, gave Dazai the hope of a better life. Odasaku was the only one able to free Dazai from those chains that have held him tight for years in the darkness of the night. He pushed him to do better, to use his skills to save people and not to take his own life. Odasaku was truly the best hope Dazai has ever had and yet there he is, now, slowly sipping that expensive liquor, alone with his own terrible thoughts that Oda somehow manages to keep at bay. « Can I have another one? » He thus finds himself asking in a whisper in such a way as to have two glasses with him, pretending that this may belong to his missing friend. Perhaps, in this way, Dazai would have felt less alone and ready to commit suicide.

❛ 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣

↳ 𝟬𝟭. 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ⸝⸝ —— 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙖 - 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ❜ 𝑻𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. The world in Borderland is divided into those who know how to make the most of heart games and those who, on the other hand, find themselves capitulating for fear of the betrayal of others by bringing to the surface what could only be defined as a kind soul but in reality is identified as human weakness. And Sora has always considered herself terribly skilled in convincing that she is perfect in the part of an insensitive and elusive person, ready for anything to achieve her goal and above all determined not to look anyone in the face. Because Borderland is a dangerous place, not so much for the games as for the people who can be met there. But if she initially faced what she had seen with her own eyes she had thought that one could not fall deeper with the death of the Hatter, it was as if they had crossed that abyss that was pushing them into absolute darkness. Time passes all too quickly on the screen of her phone and she is more than convinced that in two hours they would not have gone anywhere, especially given the massacre that was taking place in the corridors of the luxurious hotel. She had begun to disperse among the crowd, aware that a bloodbath would soon break out, because it was not necessary to be an expert in heart games to realize the imminent betrayal. Sora had always shown a marked and brutal cunning that had allowed her to survive there inside her but in the end, her mind continued to point to only one person: Chishiya. It had been that cursed game, Guard and Thieves, which had seen them accomplices and winners, but knowing a person like him, the mirror of his soul, and the fact that Sora had stolen his card, had certainly not contributed to making starting their relationship in the best way. Sora and Chishiya live on two opposite worlds while behaving the same way. She is silent because has nothing to add, he is silent so as not to show his superiority to others. She prefers to play alone because there is less chance of having to face someone she knows, he prefers to play alone because in doing so he will have a better chance of being the only one to save himself during the game. She walks with a knife to threaten, he walks with a gun to defend himself. She spends her days away from people because she doesn't want to get attached to anyone, he spends his days away from people because he knows he can't get close to people. She lowers her gaze when they are one in front of the other, he looks into her eyes only so as not to give her the win. Sora would have wanted to help him in stealing the cards, Chishiya would have wanted her help in stealing the cards. They are the two sides of the same coin that do not seem to be able to find a meeting point. [...] Her hands are covered in blood as she pulls the knife from the throat of that guy who tried to shoot her in the hallway. But Sora had been smarter and faster, she had hidden and had caught him behind, so as to become from victim to executioner. Yet in such a moment, in those moments of terror and panic caused by the game in progress at the Beach, she seems to have entered a trance. She had never killed anyone whit her hands and she never would have wanted to, unless she, as in that case, was forced to. She and she takes a deep breath, passing a hand to move away the locks of hair while her glassy eyes go to study that body of her that collapses to the ground. Sora hears the screams of other people not too far away and has to walk away, but at the same time she finds herself paralyzed as her mind concretely analyzes what she has done. Probably would have stayed there again and again, until her hand grabs her wrist and drags her away in that whirlwind of madness. She needs a few moments to realize that the figure of her dressed in white is not Chishiya who, without saying a word, takes her away away from the corridors, currently the most dangerous places. « Are you hurt? » He was worried? And Sora is unable to fully understand it and perhaps she would never have succeeded because a more difficult and hermetic person, just like herself, did not seem to exist. But looking at her serious sideways expression she's pretty sure his concern is indeed buried deep in his heart. So Sora doesn't answer, she doesn't want to give him such satisfaction, and she just slides her hand into hers, intertwining her fingers with the boy's.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:  It is the first time that I post my work in English and I apologize for the errors or the grammatic Anyway I decided to start posting my works for the Writober2021 (sorry if I'm late) simply because I needed a personal challenge.  I will mostly write about some of my roleplaying characters (both oc and canon characters) and I hope you like them. Thanks for the reading! Effe