Clever || S. Chishiya

.03

When Sora agreed to go with Chishiya, she didn't expect that to include getting hit over the head and knocked out. The last thing she saw was his smug grin, and it annoyed the hell out of her. This is where she died...after fighting for her life in that stupid game, Chishiya was just going to kill her.

At least that's what she thought.

When Sora came to, she was being carried. Her hands were tied behind her back, and there was a bag over her bloody head. She could barely move, let alone protest to the actions taking place. What sounded like partying was all she could hear, only muffled due to the bag. Who could be partying in this situation with deadly games?

Her head hurt too much to figure it out in that moment. So she just let herself relax in the arms of whoever was carrying her and waited for them to reach their destination.

Her ribs and head screamed in protest as she was swung down and into a chair, the bag on her head being ripped off. The bright lights made her squint her eyes shit and cringe away before slowly getting used to them. But the brightness still did hurt her headache. Her ribs yelled at her for being carried for so long and swung down so harshly.

"If anyone sees Chishiya, tell him the next time I see him, I'm gonna knock him out too." She groaned. Maybe sarcasm wasn't the best decision in this situation, but it was the only way she knew of to speak. A small snicker sounded a couple feet from her, she managed to see the white hoodie and blonde hair of none other than the man she was talking about. "This was unnecessary."

"Just shut up and wait." He mumbled, a small smirk on his face.

"Fuck you I do what I want."Finally she managed to look around the room and see the others, which consisted of a lot of girls in bikinis and dudes with no shirts. He gave her a look of annoyance at her words.

"Morning!" Glancing up, Sora squinted at the sight of a woman with king black hair and a warm smile.

"Excuse our roughness." Another man with glasses spoke.

"Why did you bring her here?" Another woman spoke, this one with short black hair and sunglasses on.

"She's smart." Chishiya said simply.

"Yeah smart enough to never trust a stranger again." Sora mumbled, closing her eyes to avoid the brightness of the room. It was making her head pound due to the new wound.

That right there was when a door decided to open. It was a little unexpected and Sora opened her eyes to turn to the left, a man stepping inside. He had little clothes on, just a pair of shorts and an expensive looking robe. His whole chest was exposed. Sunglasses covered his face and his hair was long, down past his ears. He held some sort of cockiness and authority by the way some people straightened their posture at the sight of him. 

"The real reason you were brought here, was because we know all the answers." He spoke dramatically. He drew closer to the girl in the chair, until he was directly in front of her, bending over to get a good look at her face. Sora cringed at his breath, which reeked of alcohol.

"Welcome to the beach, the utopia."

"Uh yeah, some beach." Sora mumbled sarcastically.

"Funny funny." the man chuckled, waving a finger at her as he straightened up. "This here, is the answer to anything you have been wondering since you entered this country."

With a snap of his fingers, two men were gliding over to a wall to pull it back, exposing another wall with playing cards on them. All 52 of them, and most were crossed out with spray paint. Confusion crossed her face, and then she thought back to the game.