The All Card (Chishiya x Oc)

❤️♠️ Chapter 1♦️♣️

Third Person Pov:

There used to be a place called Tokyo, but the name that it was given is no more. It is now known as the Borderlands where you have to play different games that represent different cards the cards being Hearts, Clubs, Diamonds and Spades each one having a representation of something for the game. Hearts representing trust and Psychology. Clubs representing games of balance. Diamonds, games of intelligence and Spades, games of physical strength. And the players are a representation of the cards as well. You could either be a heart player or spade player. Your assigned your card when you start your very first game depending on how well you did in the game and based off the strategies you use. But me, I use all different sorts of strategies. My main card being a diamond because of this, but I was a representation of all the cards. It doesn't matter what game I'm playing because in the end I use all different game strategies just for that one. I'm a representation of intelligence, balance, strength and trust. I'm smart like a diamond, I'm strong as a Spade, I'm manipulative as the heart and as balanced like a club. You may think that I'm a serious and stubborn one like everyone else in the place that we're all in, but in reality I'm not. One of my personal strategies on surviving here is to stay positive, no matter the situation. I have been quite traumatized on a few of the deaths that I have seen but now I've grown quite used to it. Before the borderlands I used to be an inventor, but I didn't create ordinary inventions like normal inventors, instead I made things that nearly seemed impossible to make. I've made things like force fields, invisibility cloaks, web shooters and even personalized guns with a few additions to them. I get my high rank of intelligence from my father who was a mad genius, although he wouldn't really pay much attention to me. He would be at work most the time and never really made time for me when he had it. My mother was the one who mainly raised me at that point. By the age of 19 I decided to move out and start my inventions somewhere else that wasn't my local college. But what I didn't expect was to be forced to play deadly games that I never signed up for. The games tend to put people in a negative and unstable mind set that it'll even come to the point where they will kill themselves, that's why I stay positive in everything. But deep down inside, I'm scared, I'm full of anxiety the thoughts of wanting to kill myself fill up my head day by day and night by night. But I don't allow it. I think of my family, knowing that once all this is done I can and will be able to return to them and be welcomed with a warm and safe embrace. 

In a matter of weeks my visa would soon expire so I knew that I had to play some kind of game to regain a few more days on my visa. I sighed as I looked out the window of the abandoned apartment building that I hid in for now. I turned on my watch to see different light blue tabs be projected in the air. I looked at each one to see a few phase cards. Kings of spades, queen of hearts. Ah, Jack of hearts, seems like a pretty simple game. I turned off my watch and grabbed my dusty blue colored hoodie and slipped it on and zipped up the zipper and walked out the door to walk my way to the Jack of hearts game.

*Time skip*

Sakura Pov:

Once I made it to the building that was also known as the Teio Prison. I walked in and up ahead I saw a table with a collar laying on top of it. I walked closer to the table and saw a sign saying, "Put on a collar and go upstairs to the central guardroom". I grabbed the collar and put it on and heard it flicker and stop. I then made my way to the guardroom as told to do and saw many different players. I observed their movements, their gestures, looks, appearance and every little detail really, until my eyes were fixed upon a man that had bleached hair and a white hoodie on with some black pant's and shoes. I wasn't able to fully see his face since he had his hood up but, hey who am I to decide if he should have his hood up or not. I decided to walk to an area where there weren't many people standing, I was honestly a quiet person, not really as social as people think I am due to my actual bubbly personality when you get to know me. But in reality I'm mostly quiet, but it comes in use, when your quiet people don't even know your in the same room as them which gives you an opportunity to observe their personality and actions. A voice was then heard in the building as it echoed through the walls.