#borderland

❤️‍🔥= smut

🩷= SFW

💔= angst

Everything i wrote so far!

(pls request!)

► Ryohei Arisu

❤️‍🔥Arisu twitter links

❤️‍🔥 arisu twitter links #2

► Chōta Segawa

nothing yet

► Daikichi Karube

❤️‍🔥Karube twitter links

❤️‍🔥 mic was NOT muted

► Shuntaro Chishiya

❤️‍🔥 Chishiya twitter links

► Suguru Niragi

❤️‍🔥 niragi twitter links

► Kōdai Tatta

❤️‍🔥Tatta twitter links

► Sunato Banda

Banda twitter links

► Yuzuha Usagi

nothing yet

► Kuina

❤️‍🔥is it true?

► Ann

Pairing: chishiya x reader

Summary: enduring another hearts game with your 'friend'

Warnings: cursing, blood, murder

Word count: about 2k

a/n: just another snippet from the chishiya saga!!

The King of Hearts—will you let survival of the fittest rule, or remember the bigger picture?

You, your companion, and several others approached a rugged concrete building with a soft blue light glowing from the doorway. Upon entering, you were greeted with walls of glass on either side of you, with fish of all sizes swimming freely beneath them. There was a slightly leaking, large, open glass tub in the center of the room, filled with a warm pink-tinted water. Along with that, there was a mini table by one of the corners with a few sharp weapons to choose from. Above the locked door to the next room, a screen lit up with the familiar word you may have loved from an aesthetic standpoint if this weren’t your life: GAME.

—

GAME: Blood Bath.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled.

Chishiya hummed, “You say that before every game.”

“Every game is terrifying.”

The PA system boomed again, “Objective: Make it through the 5 rooms to the exit. Rules: You will have 15 minutes in each room. After the allotted time, the room will be flooded. To proceed, the water must run red. Good luck!”

“What the fuck...” you exhaled shakily. The white-haired man grasped softly at your arm, pulling you aside with other things on his mind. You turned to read him, and his eyes were narrow, searching the room.

His gesture was a small effort to make you invisible, as he was—at times—skilled at being.

You began looking around, already spotting people arguing over who the ‘sacrifice’ would be. So much for sticking to hearts games, you thought. Your eyes scanned the room to find some things lying around. You could see grimy corners of the room, where a dingy lamp was housed, along with dust bunnies. You also watched as the timer was down to 10 minutes. Soon, a particularly aggressive guy grabbed a blade from the stand and stabbed a weaker player. Just the rules, simple as they were, sent a chill through your bones.

“Dammit, Chishiya, what are we gonna do?” Your eyes were blank as you tried to block out the murder you were witnessing.

“For now, stay hidden.”

The burly man bent the other man over the pool and bled him into the water. It took more than just a squeeze to add enough blood. It took a life.

—

“PROCEED.”

You hesitantly entered the next room, eyeing the crimson mess made of the room. This next room was identical to the last. Okay, same thing.

You dissociated a little and were finally uninvolved, which kept you safe for the time being. “Chishiya,” you said, arms crossed, staring out at the swimming fish with the tone that said, ‘Welp, we’re fucked.’ “Why do you think the water’s pink?”

He leaned over to you with a calmer cheshire resting face. “I was thinking that too.”

“Think it’s a pH thing?”

He nodded, his barely-there smirk reinventing itself, and never quite facing you.

The big guy was already being snuck up on by some more timid players, but he was stabbed pretty soon in the side of the neck, and quickly pushed into the water tank.

—

He was unresponsive, so the scream that came soon was not his.

—

You jolted, while Chishiya just hummed, “Ah.”

There was the catch.

In a messy attempt to shove the large man over the tank, some of the liquid splashed up onto the pusher. While fine at first, as the droplets sit, the person’s skin begins to sizzle. It wasn’t water, it was acid. You caught your breath to speak, but the PA announced it was time to proceed. The timer reset as you moved into the next room.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on you after a short bit of murmuring. A young woman spoke up, “Hey, you. You haven’t said anything since we got here.” She stepped forward. “Why don’t we sacrifice you next?”

Panic reached your eyes. “Oh my god, please don’t,” you choked out, stepping backwards. “I think there’s another way.” You looked around to find Chishiya defending you, but he wasn’t where he had last been. Shit. “I think the game is meant to make us think it’s about killing, but it’s not,” you proposed, buying time, but not really lying. You were onto something. The girl raised her eyebrows, giving you time to breathe as you searched once more for Chishiya to find him rummaging in the corner of the room. Definitely more energy than you’d ever seen him exert.

“Enlighten us,” the woman crossed her arms, condescendingly.

“Well, the water’s pink. That has to pique your interest.”

She frowned, but then Chishiya stood up, causing a halt, wide eyes narrowing once more when he got your attention. He held a gallon of vinegar, used for cleaning. “She’s right. There’s another way.”

“You just wasting our time now, blondie?” the woman taunted.

He smiled at the ground, shaking his head, then looked back up. You had stars in your eyes as you met his, mouthing a silent thank you. “So it’s a pH thing?” You whispered, earning a nod.

“You’re suggesting it’s not a blood thing?” A player asked nervously. This time, you nodded.

Chishiya started again, “The water is acidic, that’s why it burned this lady’s skin last round. Probably around the level of highly concentrated citric acid. Assuming there’s a pH identifier liquid that caused this pink color, we can hope it’s sensitive to change, especially considering pink is more of an in-between color on the pH scale.” He took a breath. “So there’s a possibility that this vinegar, which is the most acidic thing I could find in this room, could turn the water red.”

He looked a little frozen, as did everyone else. The woman spoke up, “Okay, then try it, pretty boy.”

He clicked his tongue, then approached the tank, no fear in sight, and uncapped the bottle. He poured a little, and after only a bit of pouring, the hue began to shift. “Oh wow,” you smiled, softly clapping your hands together. When the PA system dinged, you exhaled so much tension you absentmindedly held. As everyone entered the next room, Chishiya’s hoodie pocket-warmed hand nudged yours and held it lightly.

He let go when you were in, and the timer restarted. Some more timid guy—who had regained some confidence at the knowledge he wasn’t next—teased Chishiya, “Genius wouldn’t budge till she was at stake.” He resented these sorts of comments, but he also feared that this group of strangers knew him better than he did. But better not to get caught up in that. Soon, barely 2 minutes in, the round was cleared by someone else. Breezy, right?

In the center of the next, the final room, there was a large open glass tub filled with turquoise-tinted water.

“What...” you muttered, stomach dropping. Your face was lit up by the bright lights of the last screen.

Rules: In order to proceed, blood must be detected in the bath.

You squatted down, then fell softly against the aquarium window. Shuntarō bent down next to you and patted your shoulder, looking around the room. “This was planned. We’ll be fine,” he whispered, soon standing back up. He stepped closer to the tank while the rest of the players just kinda trembled. Gears were turning, your breath was calming. You beat into yourself the fact that this man had a tendency to not die. It was true for the most part.

“So, turquoise?” You mentioned, shaking off a shiver. “Too basic to turn red.”

He crossed his arms and backed against the window you were sitting by. You turned to watch the fish swimming in harmony. To take your mind off things, you started to gain a sort of protectiveness toward the swimmers, making a silent promise you wouldn’t blow up their home. You could only assume that’s what it meant when the game said the room would ‘flood’ upon failure.

You took a walk around the room to contemplate, but regretted it the second you felt some hands on you, again. You winced as that bitch grabbed your waist, right where you were wounded. She hissed at you. “Well, I’m ready.” She reached at the weapons table, grabbing the lone butcher knife and gripping it nicely before—

—she was stabbed through the heart.

It was from the back. A “why me” had already bubbled at the surface of your lips, but a small woman had gotten her at the very last second. You let out a big sigh, “Fuck, thank you.” You rubbed your face, then rebuilt your winning smile and hugged the lady. “Was sick of her ass,” you commented as you pulled away. This earned you a collective laugh. You put your hands on her shoulders, pausing, but then making eye contact with the other man alongside her. “We’re gonna figure it out.” You locked eyes on the screen, seeing as the timer was at 10 minutes already.

“Red, red-orange, orange, soft orange, yellow...” Chishiya mumbled to himself, counting on his fingers. How ironic, you thought. You rejoined him. “What are you thinking?”

“The classic pH scale,” he muttered, just as the others were despairingly preparing themselves for a blood bath. “Blood is slightly alkaline, right about neutral, which is 7. Blood is between 7 and 8. And by color...”

“Oh shit.”

He faltered, “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, a me thing.”

He almost laughed. This was really stressful.

“So after yellow, it’s what? A yucky green, right?”

He smiled.

You mirrored him, “Like a chartreuse?”

“That’s right. Then bright green. Then grass green.”

“That’s eight already, though. And not yet to turquoise.”

You felt your nose burning up. Was this it? It was easy to kill, but, God, you wouldn’t believe that a Hearts game of this caliber could be that simple. If you were the king of Hearts, you’d game over the players at this point just to spite them for being carnage-loving imbeciles. But they weren’t. They’d heard you out once. There had to be a way.

Chishiya grabbed your arm. “Red is 0.”

Puzzled at first, you caught on quickly. “Oh, joy.” Steeling your inhibitions, you called out to the others. “Hey, everyone! We think we know what the fuck’s happening here.”

Their heads shot up, apprehensive and stripped of their being and will to live; that was hearts. Plain and simple from the start. You began again, “The water is already the pH of blood. It’s more than likely that the sensors are detecting pH. W-we should be able to get away with leaving it how it is.”

The man commented with a tremor, “How do you know?”

You stepped forward, hands cold, and somehow gathered the courage to reach into the tank and feel. You removed your hand, shaking off the liquid. “Well, I’m fine.”

Tears streamed down the woman’s face pathetically, “We don’t wanna kill anymore.”

Aching, you replied, “That’s why we’re gonna wait it out.”

Silence. It was implied, but hearing you say it sounded crazy. Like a broken record in your mind, you heard “This is hearts.”

So you waited it out.

In the last ten seconds, you were pacing, bracing yourself for death by drowning. It would be painful. Surely one of your most feared deaths. You’d heard a while back that drowning was the process of your lungs exploding. That sounded horrifying.

Chishiya was calm—what else was new? Sometimes you wondered if he even wanted to live.

When the timer hit 00:00, you heard a cheerful ding from the PA system. “Game cleared.”

You gasped, then exhaled all the air you were holding in. “Oh my gosh!” Eyes still on the blinding white screen, you grabbed Chishiya and hugged him in a way that might pop his lungs even faster than drowning.

“Oh, god, thank you.”

He didn’t really know what to do with his hands, but he gave in and patted you. As you parted from the embrace, he nodded, smirking, hands finding their home in his pockets once again. “It’s reading pH, not plasma.”

Soon, your fellow players hugged you in gratitude, too. You had sparked so much happiness in borderland. It made you wonder about yourself. In no other game had you seen such pure emotions evoked. It was always just kill or be killed. You were getting ahead of yourself, though.

When you got to thinking, you realized, anyone who made it far enough to that last room would have won. What was with that? There also weren't very many of you, so maybe the game, at a surface-level, was meant to have one winner. A winner who would never be the same, likely more driven to citizenship. But there were always loopholes. There was always a choice.

(IGNORE HOW THE CARD IS KING OF HEARTS I FORGIT SHE PLAYED IN JACK OF HEARTS I GOT THEM MIXED UP IM SORRYYYY)

Here’s my latest digital art featuring 2 of my favorite characters from the Alice in Borderland series — Chishiya ♦️, and Arisu ❤️.

"People show their true selves when they're about to die. That's when they can't hide anymore." — Chishiya

Chishiya’s definitely my top pick between the two if I have to choose. However, according to reports, he won’t be in the latest Season (Season 3) due to his (mental) health condition. I still had fun making this, though! This has been in my WIP for more than a year already and I’m happy I’m finding time again for art! 🙇🏻‍♀️