hearts formed by solicitude and desolation | chishiya shuntaro

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ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ . . . . .

ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ ᏟᎾᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬ!

as you sat there on the concrete, hands shaking and heart beating out of your chest with a never ending ringing in your ears, you began to wonder. was this how you died? was this the end of your time here in the borderlands? what even happened to those who died here? did they eventually wake up from this nightmare or were they actually dead, heart no longer able to make any sounds?

and the people here, would you really never get to see them anymore? was that really the last time you'd ever get to see the blonde you grew such affection for and the girl you had called your friend? how would they react to your death? you hoped they wouldn't do anything stupid, especially chishiya. you couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to him while you were gone.

slowly you looked over at mira who had placed herself in front of you, crouching down with a smile on her face. like always it sent chills down your spine, reminding you that there was no way you could beat this woman. she had experience you could only dream of, calm and collected opposed to your current mental breakdown when the game hadn't even started. but even if you tried, there was no way you could beat her in a game she specialized in. not in the state you were in now.

"what's wrong dear? you look like you've just seen a ghost. are you feeling sick?" she asked, voice sweet and filled with worry. but you knew it was just a facade. the tone of voice was only there to mask the amusement that was clearly etched onto her face at seeing you breakdown right in front of her.

she enjoyed seeing you break apart.

it was laughable that she had still asked those questions despite knowing the answer. this was mira after all, she wouldn't be playing heart games if she wasn't able to read the situation. if anything her concern for you only made you struggle to compose yourself even more.

suddenly her smile widened,"oh, i get it now. you're scared aren't you?" you didn't answer, not at all surprised that she had finally pointed your emotion out. hell, everyone in the train station with you could tell. it was just that obvious. she hummed, reaching over and petting your head softly, "that's understandable. but, let me tell you a secret. only because i think you have great potential, and i really like you." she leaned in closer, pink lips brushing against your ears as to not let anyone else know the words that would be uttered by her lips, "heart games are designed to mess with everyone's hearts. it's not about the player twisting others, but more so theirs as well. really it makes a fool out of everyone once they are completed."

you blinked in surprise at her explanation. what did she mean by making a fool out of everybody? of course they did, how could you forget the faces of the people you've lied to just to win your games? the look of utter betrayal and the screams of despair? you were the fool who went along with things, and they were the fools who believed you.

mira reached her hand back down and pushed herself up, turning her attention towards the other players who had accompanied you, "let's start the game then shall we?"

you didn't want to move. what was the point anyway? but then you felt mira's hand on your shoulder, grasp gentle and reassuring despite her demeanor.

"come on, it's no fun playing games when you aren't even going to try. don't you want to go back home? what happened to that desire to live back during your nine of hearts game?" she urged, once again gazing at you with those brown eyes, watching and analyzing your every move.

you figured in a way she was right. were you really just going to give up that easily? anyone in your games could be better than you, mira was no different, and if you just went down without a fight then there would've been no point in the things you've done. to the people that you killed.