I have an aib request!! Maybe a shy! Reader always clinging to Chishiya? Iâm weak for opposites attract and idk I just think itâs cute for new players at the beach to see Chishiya willingly let a girl cling to his jacket, maybe tho sheâs equally smart and often underestimated or gets sent into a game and is the last one alive? Idk Iâm idea dumping
Virus
Synopsis: The militants try to hit Chishiya where it hurts, but they forgot to factor in just how lethal you could be underneath all that softness.
Genre: fluff, reader having quite a dark side
Words: 3.6k
Warnings: mentions of blood, minor character death, violence
Note: this isn't proofread, whoops! also, pulled this game out of thin air, not gonna lie. let me know if i did a good job, I'm actually pretty proud of it ^ W ^
"What the fuck was that about?" you pouted at him. For the past hour, you've been waiting outside the meeting room, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.
Despite being bestowed the "honor" of being called Number 11 just a month ago, the tides suddenly shifted when Last Boss refused to let you in. Even Chishiya was caught off guard, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion before he told you he'll "handle it."
Sixty minutes later, and now you're in one of the common rooms, picking at a pudding cup. Chishiya was silent, eyes fixed on something far away. You had one arm hooked around his, your other one holding the spoon.
It wasn't an uncommon sight for people to see you like thisâyou attached to him one way or another. Whenever you would wade through a crowd, you'd have a fistful of his jacket in your hand as he guided you forward. If there was a party and the environment was rowdy, eagle-eyed residents would spot you in a corner sharing earphones, listening to your own music.
"'Shiya, are they firing me?" You scooped up some of the pudding, bringing it close to his lips. He hummed in deep thought, letting you feed him.
"They wouldn't try," he finally responded. "They know what would happen if they did."
Your heart fluttered a little, making you bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a smile. After getting to know him for a while now, you've come to realize that only one word could fully describe your relationship: subtle.
He wasn't as big on PDA as you were, but he wasn't averse to physical touch as well. He wouldn't let you sit on his lap in public, but you'd feel his touch on your lower back whenever you were wandering around. He wasn't overtly jealous, but he didn't not care either. He was protective in the sense that he wouldn't make a scene. And it's in instances like this where his love for you really shows.
"Oooh, you're so hot when you're scary like this," you teased him, offering him another spoonful. He rolled his eyes, though a small smile played at his lips. He was silent after that for a few more minutes. You frowned a bit at this. Something was off.
"You gonna tell me what's on your mind?" you asked softly, placing your chin on his shoulder. Subconsciously, he leaned his head towards you.
"We're playing tonight, right?"
"Uh-huh. What about it?"
"They're putting us into separate groups this time." His eyes shifted towards you, trying to read your reaction.
Your eyes widened just a bit, surprised but not fully. In the past, you and Chishiya have come to expect that they'll use your relationship as a target. It was impossible for the militants or Hatter to have gotten a whiff of your plan to steal the cards, but a storm was about to come if they were trying to get rid of you firstâand then presumably Chishiya.
You hummed, taking the last bite of pudding. Chishiya was still studying your expression. Truthfully, he wasn't worried about sending you off alone. He knew what you were capable ofâyour intellect and quick thinking were among the biggest reasons why he fell for you in the first place. It was who you were going to be grouped with that he was worried about.
"Well... I guess we had it coming," you stated plainly. You heard him scoff next to you. You quirked an eyebrow. "Is the great Shuntaro worried about little, old me?"
"Yes."
He moved so that he was facing you. Honey brown eyes bore into your own, his lips pinched in a thin line. The sarcasm died on your tongue, and you noticed how his knee was restlessly bouncing.
"I want you to come back here alive and well." It was a demand more than a request.
You took his hands gently into yours. "Of course I will. I'll always find my way back to bother you."
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"Where's your jacket?" Kuina gestured towards him with the lollipop. "Don't tell me you forgot it."
"It's with ___," he replied cooly.
Kuina tensed a little at your name. She knew about the separation ploy. Even further than that, she knew you were getting sent to a hearts game. She shifted from one foot to another, eyeing Chishiya carefully.
Upon first glance, he seemed aloof enough. His face was perfectly blank, eyes sharp. It was his hands that gave him away. He was repeatedly digging his nails into the tip of his thumb.
"I'm sure they'll be okay," Kuina murmured, nudging his shoulder. "They're tougher than everyone else thinks."
On the other side of the city, you were cozying yourself up in Chishiya's jacket as you leaned against the wall. The car had brought you to a mall, which had already unnerved you since it may mean you'd have to be quick on your feet. Large game zones always meant more physicality. The usual table filled with phones was also scattered with various weapons. Knives of various sizes, an axe, a baseball bat, dumbbells. All melee.
You've already armed yourself with the switchblade Chishiya made for you. You didn't want to risk carrying anything heavy around, especially not in a hearts game. You never knew if you'd need to run.
You eyed your "teammates," five militants you recognized to be under Niragi's posse. They couldn't have made it any more obvious that they were sending you to the wolves.
You rolled your eyes as they leered at you. It was one more minute before the game started, and your attention was drawn to a burly man accompanying an elderly woman. He was wearing a tank top reminiscent of Aguni's. He donned two full sleeves of tattoos and a row of piercings on his left ear.
Would've fit right in Aguni's faction if it weren't for the way he gently spoke to the woman.
Her crow's feet deepened when your eyes met. You gave her a small smile and a polite nod. She bowed lightly to you, mirroring your smile. You knew that part of Chishiya's protocol was to never look out for others, but god, you could already feel the guilt gnaw at you.
Just then, the familiar chime sounded, followed by the game announcer's voice.
"Registration has closed. There is a total of eight participants. The game will now commence.
Difficulty, 8 of Hearts. Game, Virus.
Clear condition: Find the antidote before the timer runs out.
Rules:
All players are Infected. Being Infected when the timer runs out will result in elimination. To be cured, players will need to find the antidote hidden in the shopping center. There is only one.
To administer the antidote, please place it in front of your phone camera.
Players are not allowed to exit the venue.
Players are allowed to use weapons.
Players will have 30 minutes before game over."
Almost immediately, the phones lit up with a timer counting down. There was palpable tension in the room, like all eight of you simultaneously held your breaths. Eight of you and only one antidote.
You could already see the gears turning in the militants' heads. Less people meant a larger chance to be cured. The one who went for the axeâAkira, you've come to remember his nameâhad a wolfish grin. Slowly, you inched yourself closer to the pair of newcomers.
The man already looked distressed, saying something inaudible into the old woman's ear. He froze when you came into view, his eyes narrowing at you. Before he could speak, you cut him off with a harsh whisper.
"Stay clear of them."
"Hey Kenji, aren't you Number 78?" You heard Akira speak behind you.
You subtlely nodded to the doors on the far left, an entrance to the grocery. Lots of shelves meant lots of places to hide. Lots of places to search. The tattooed man nodded in understanding, clutching the elderly woman's arm. Slowly, you led them farther and farther away from the armed men.
The militants were all focused on each other now. Akira was eyeing Kenji with a smirk. He was shorter, newer to the Beach. He took a cautious step back when Akira inched closer to him.
"I'm just double-checking, because if you aren't worth shit then that means I can do this."
You walked faster, breaking into a sprint when you heard the thick "thwack" of metal colliding with flesh. The body fell to the floor with a muted thump, followed by jeers and yells from the four remaining men.
"Don't look back!" You shouted at the pair. You led them into the supermarket area, winding around shelves and freezers. You finally stopped in your tracks when it was silent once more.
"How did you know they were going to..." The man trailed off, rubbing the elderly woman's back as she panted.
"I came here with them. Not really friends, more like begrudging workmates," you explained, catching your own breath. You stuck a hand out at them, introducing yourself.
"I'm Minato. This is my mother, Chiyo." Minato shook your hand firmly. Chiyo smiled at you once more, bringing her hand to her mouth before slowly turning it down.
"She's saying 'thank you,'" Minato said. You shrugged, moving to look around you.
"I think we should look around for now. We'll cross the bridge when we get there," you huffed, vaguely referring to the elephant in the room. Minato looked only half convinced, though nodded nonetheless.
The three of you moved together in silence, wary of the other men who may still be alive. At worst, it will still be the four of them. If, by some miracle, they were smart enough to work together, you'd have to face all of them if they decided they wanted to play the violent way. At best, it would be just Akira, or whoever would overpower him. After that, it would boil down to you, Minato, and Chiyoâsomething you did not want to think about for now.
"How are we even supposed to know what it looks like?" he asked you as you took off items from the shelves, digging around for anything that may be useful.
"Maybe our phones will light up when we come in contact with it?" you answered non-commitally.
You scanned your surroundings, seeing only half-off banners and posters offering discounts. "Under 40% off!" one of them read.
"What if it's not here?"
You turned around to look at them before peering around the shelves to glance at the entrance of the grocery. "Then we'd have to go out. You wouldn't happen to have anything you can defend yourselves with, would you?"
Minato gulped, shaking his head. He placed a hand on Chiyo's shoulder. "I'll be back, mama. I'll just look for things we can use. Take care of her while I'm away, okay?"
You assured him with a nod, carefully leading Chiyo to stand behind you. At least Minato was willing to trust you enough to leave you with his mother. The worry over betrayal was erased, for now.
You looked on as the seconds flew by on your phone. You've spent about 15 minutes in the shopping center, and you still have two whole floors left to investigate. You racked your brain, trying to think of the most efficient way to solve this.
You can't split up. Chiyo would be vulnerable, and Akira wouldn't hesitate to attack an old woman. Survival always came first in the Borderlands, sometimes more than humanity. If you went as a group, you'd risk having the timer run out. And even if you did find the antidote, what then?
That was when you heard the sliding doors part open. A small ding ran through the supermarket. You stuck close to the shelves, craning your head to see enough of the entrance. Chiyo followed suit.
Akira stood in the middle, face splattered with blood, a trail of crimson coming from the blade of his axe. He gripped it tightly, boots heavy on the tiled floor.
"___!" he called out. "I know you and your little friends are here!"
You looked around, still not seeing Minato. Akira walked aimlessly in your direction. You put a finger against your lips before gesturing to Chiyo. You'd have to go around and hope you'd meet Minato outside. Shakily, she hobbled towards the back aisle, silently making your way to door.
"I just want to talk!" Akira bellowed, hitting a display in one big swoop. Cans fell to the ground in echoing clatters. If Minato didn't know Akira was here, he sure would now. "You left so fucking fast a while ago!"
Akira swiped at the shelves, sending products toppling to the floor. From the corner of your eye, you saw Minato across the cash registers. He was kneeling down, pressed against one of the ledges. The end of a fire extinguisher poked out of his arms. He frantically pointed to the exit. You shook your head stubbornly.
"No, you'll break your mama's heart."
He shuffled on bent knees until he was a good distance behind a rampaging Akira. He stood up, bringing the fire extinguisher above his head. In front of him, Akira brought his eyes up, just in time to see their reflection in one of the freezer doors.
He spun around, bringing the axe across Minato's chest. Minato jumped back, shielding himself with the fire extinguisher. The axe blade broke through the metal, sending a steady puff of smoke out with a high-pitched wheeze.
"Stay close to the wall!" You lightly pushed Chiyo back before running towards Akira. You had gotten your blade out, swinging it at his neck. He jerked his head back, the blade cutting through his cheek instead. Minato got hold of the fire extinguisher again, smacking Akira in the side with it.
The militant stumbled back, but his grip on the axe was tight. He caught himself on one of the shelves and swung back at you. Minato shoved you out of the way, making you collide with one of the cashier stands. You smacked your head on the conveyor belt ledge, room spinning as you held yourself up.
"Under maintenance," the sign stuck on it read.
Unsteadily, you straightened up once more, seeing Minato on the ground as he clutched the side of his thigh. The fabric of his pants was torn, blood gushing out of the deep cut. Akira towered above him, extending his arms high above his head for the killing blow.
You swiftly grabbed one of the cans from the ground, chucking it at him. Bullseye, square in the face. He staggered backward, letting out a pained cry. You dragged Minato away from him, adrenaline pumping in your ears. Your vision wasn't fully clear yet, but you dove for the axe.
You had managed to grab the handle closest to the blade, but Akira's hand shot out to clutch the other end. The two of you fought, trying to wrench it out of each other's grip. He had you pinned against one of the cash registers, struggling to press the bladed end into you.
"You think lover boy would cry if I brought back your corpse?" he sneered at you through a toothy grin.
Just then, a blast of smoke hit him. With your remaining strength, you pushed off the axe handle, sending Akira flying back. Chiyo held onto the fire extinguisher, emptying it on a coughing Akira. You brought your arm around your face, burying your nose in the jacket's cotton. With your free arm, you dug around, blindly feeling the floor. Finally, your fingers came into contact with your switchblade.
Just as the smoke ran out, you lunged at Akira, plunging the blade into his sternum, just a little to the left. Exactly where the heart was, as Chishiya taught you. You retracted the blade, pushing it back in deeper. Akira limply struggled beneath you, mouth gaping in a wordless taunt. Eventually, he stopped moving.
You got up, wiping the blood off your blade using your shorts. You turned to Chiyo, who found her way to Minato. She was trembling as she pressed her hands against his wound. Below her, he gritted his teeth in pain. Panicked, you glanced at your phone. Seven minutes.
You swore, briskly walking up to them.
"Give me your phones. I'll find the antidote andâ"you made eye contact with Minato. "I'll scan it using Chiyo's."
"How will we know you won't use yours?"
"Then I'll take her with me."
He chuckled humorlessly. "And leave me here?"
"Would you rather have all of us die?" you retorted, furrowing your brow. You could faintly hear the seconds tick down on your phone. For a moment, it was just you and Minato holding eye contact, challenging one another. It didn't look like either of you was budging soon.
"If I would scan using my phone, I would have left you by now." His brow furrowed deeper, mouth open with an argument that died on his tongue. Chiyo pressed Minato's cracked phone into your hands.
She smiled tearfully at you, repeating her gesture of thanks. You tilted your head towards her. With one last glance at Minato, you stood up.
"No! Mom! Give her yours! Mama!"
Minato's voice faded behind you as you made your way back to the center of the mall. You frantically looked around. Kenji's body was sprawled near the table. Another body was near one of the potted plants, at the landing of the escalator.
You forced your breathing to slow down. Chancing at one more look at your phone, you figured you had 5 minutes. You slowly spun around, taking in your surroundings.
Your eyes scanned the shopfronts, the banners, the posters tacked on the columns.
"Under 1,000 yen!"
"See us under the food court!"
"Selected items under 5, 000 yen!"
You brought your gaze back to one of the escalators, a piece of paper taped on its side.
"Under renovation."
Under.
It hit you.
You scrambled back to the phone table. Trying your best to avoid the pool of blood, you knelt down and peeked underneath. Sure enough, a 2x2 QR code was taped underneath. Below it was a red cross.
You positioned Minato's phone underneath it, angling the camera to line up with the code.
"Come on, come on," you pleaded.
Finally, the phone buzzed. Yours did as well. Confused, you brought both phones out, placing them on the ground.
"Antidote administered. You won!"
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Back at the Beach, Chishiya stood next to Kuina. They were on the balcony overlooking the entrance, waiting for time to trickle slowly as group after group came back. Everyone except yours.
Niragi and his group of "friends" perched around the couches, revelling as the night stretched on and you still haven't arrived. He tilted his head in Chishiya's direction, a mocking smirk on his face.
He tapped his fingers repeatedly on the balcony, letting out a long sigh. "Why aren't they back yet?"
"I don't know, Chishiya."
"They should be back by now. The games never take this long."
"Maybe they're driving back right now? Maybe it's an endurance game?"
Chishiya scoffed. "It's a hearts game. You don't need endurance for that."
"Well, I don't know, Chishiya, okay? I'm worried too," Kuina glanced at him, grimacing in irritation.
As if on cue, you walked breezily through the large doors. Chishiya's eyes widened at the sight of you. Dark red seeped into his jacket, your sleeves, especially, soaked with them. A large bloodstain was spattered over your t-shirt, flecks of scarlet stuck on your chin and cheeks. You glanced around, face blank. When your eyes met, your mouth broke into the biggest grin.
You sprinted towards him, Chishiya walking briskly to meet you halfway down the steps. Before he could get a word out, you wrapped him up in a tight hug. His arms snaked around your frame, pressing you against him.
"What took you so long, you idiot?" he mumbled against your neck. To your surprise, he gently cradled your face in his hands, pressing his lips softly against yours. You hummed, beaming as he pulled away.
Kuina folded her arms, proudly watching you both. She sneaked a glance at Niragi, a deep scowl on his face. This made her laugh under her breath.
"I told you I'd be back," you knotted your fingers in between his. You smoothed down the worried crease between his brows. You giggled, accidentally transferring some of the blood onto his skin.
"Sorry about that. I guess we'll both need to shower." Chishiya rolled his eyes as you winked teasingly at him.
Kuina moved towards you, embracing you as well. "Jesus, that worried the fuck out of me. What happened to you?"
"Don't worry, it's not mine," you referred to the blood. "I had to drop some friends off on the way."
The three of you started to make your way back to your room, Chishiya's hand gripping your waist firmly.
"Oi!" Niragi called after you. You groaned, turning halfway to him. You cocked a brow.
"What the fuck did you do to my boys, huh?"
For a moment, you contemplated what you would answer. You could tell the truth, tell him his "boys" mindlessly went after each other for a cure that needed to be activated only by one personâlogic they missed out on. You could lie and act tough, bluff that you killed them yourselves. You glanced at Chishiya, his mouth formed in a content grin.
"I didn't do anything. They were too dumb, that's all. Just like you."
"You heard that, Niragi. Now back the fuck off. ___ had a long day," Chishiya's eyes narrowed down at him. Without another word, he brought you closer to him by the waist, promising to pamper you for the night.
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