â ď¸ 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:Â
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 â that she was quite sure they didnât 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 didnât 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 wonât 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. Â
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 wouldnât 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 sheâs not being rational, but she went anyways, taking the last seat in the car. Sometimes she didnât 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 heâd 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. Theyâre always paired like that: a brainy one and a strong one. Now he had her as his responsibility too, as the Hatter wouldnât be able to blame her if she dies. Heâd 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 didnât 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 sheâd 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 sheâs not here to play the card game. Sheâs here to play him.
At this point it felt like a competition, he was sure sheâs not on the beach to gain cards, although her intentions were not that easy to figure out. He didnât really read her and it was frustrating, he wanted to know if she had a plan â she often seemed like she had, but heâs 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 heâd like to admit. He was still a man and she was so intriguing. He didnât 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 wasnât 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 womenâs body more than womenâs 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 wouldnât mind if it was. Himiko wasnât clear whether he realized heâs 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. Heâd need a push, but heâd think itâs his idea. Sheâll find that perfect-timed push at some point and heâll still think itâs his idea. Heâs 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. Â
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 wouldnât 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 didnât 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 theyâll play again tomorrow.
Resistance wasnât 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 werenât 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 heâs going to be okay since itâs just the 1 of spades or did he count on her non-existent physical abilities? She did survive a lot â 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. Itâs her life or theirs. Â
Chishiya didnât 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 didnât bother to remember the spade player, he wasnât 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 wasnât too happy about it. Normally she would let others find out whatâs happening in a spades game, but she didnât comment. And she didnât 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 â which she knew it wonât happen with the self-preservation instinct he hadâ he couldnât undress and she couldnât 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, thereâs no way heâll 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 â her efforts were soon to be diminished as the sleeping bag couldnât be moved, glued to the ground.
- We should move to the fire, it gives heat for the both of us.
- Itâs not a fireplace. I know you, boys, have difficulties with dimensions but that wonât do for me. She smiled to his frown. He was taken aback, she doesnât speak much at the Beach. But it seemed she does have quite a sharp tongue when she wants.
He didnât answer as he dragged her there, outpowering her by far. He didnât chose to play with her for the non-existent physical abilities, indeed. It was research for him too.
âHow nice, two nerds doing their research, risking their lives.â- 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 wasnât too powerful. He tried to ignore her grumbling and her teeth chattering. It was the only sound for a long time, Chishiya didnât 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 wouldnât admit it but the slight shade of purple she was turning into didnât make him feel great about himself.
Although it didnât 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 wasnât 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 â she didnât create them, they just existed around her. Her body seemed to be one of them.
He watched the girl â now too tired to talk â sitting with her knees to her chest on the cold floor. The silky skirt didnât do much for her, probably. She looked like she was barely awake although he could see how she fought the urge to fall asleep â he wasnât sure if she knew what the steps to hypothermia were, but she was definitely on that road and fighting it. Â
They needed to come back alive together to clear the game. Chishiya sighed and jumped to his feet, dragging her hand with him. She didnât even turn her head to him, barely keeping her eyes open. She didnât 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 didnât want to look like he cared and his conscience â which was a very little voice but it existed â 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 didnât 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 didnât feel her weight. He wasnât very muscular, but she was very small, short and slim, like she hasnât eaten in a while. Chishiya noticed she doesnât, like she wouldnât trust the food offered by the beach. Since then, he followed her example â 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 âfuckâ. 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 couldâve stayed on the Beach.
She didnât 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 didnât really match the power of her mind. Judging by her usual skin color, she was probably anemic too which wasnât 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 wasnât very warm, he knew his body heat would be better than nothing at this point.
She didnât 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 wasnât 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. Â
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.
- Donât 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 didnât 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 heâs 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 wasnât 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. Thatâs why he bit her neck again as one of his fingers danced around her clit. Thatâs why his other hand moved up her bikini top with no hesitation and grabbed her breast greedily. Thatâs why he pulled her closer, burying his manhood into her ass.
Her moans filled the small room, feeling herself get wetter and he didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât 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, Chishiyaâs hand moved like feathers on her, she felt the ghosts of his fingers over the fabric and whined in frustration. He smiled and she didnât 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 â if that was even possible â and then he moved creating the much needed friction she needed. She was distracted and she didnât 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 â 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât know what time it was, his plan was to keep her in that state as much as possible â 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. Heâll have to take care of that later.
She didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât show up on his face either.
They left the room silently, finding the 2 girls in the entryway, looking pale and cold â 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 didnât even have the conclusions of their researches.
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Iâll put them together in a wattpad story too, but âtill then...
Here are the other parts, in the chronological order but as mentioned they can be read however you want.Â
For Research Purposes (this one)Â
Drifting in Flashes - here
origamiaround
titsay
gummygunk
blakekathryn
janainaart
