Card Games | Chishiya X Reader ²

12

He was dead too. That weak male - Akifumi Seto - had died in his cell as a result of Urumi and the groups betrayal and I didn't save him.

Unfortunately, as if the world wanted so selfishly to highlight the fact I'd been somewhat responsible for his death, I had to walk past his cell too and I couldn't ignore the way I slowed down as I passed the large door I'd known his body was inside.

To my dismay I could imagine the scene without having to look after seeing the violent way the gangster male had died... and it was much more nauseating this time around because I'd felt sympathy for Seto.

I swallowed down my guilt as I walked past his cell and instead towards the central room in which everyone seemed to be making their way towards as if it was a rule in the game to have all met back at the centre and converse.

The central room seemed much more silent than I remembered, however, I suppose that was an illusion from my guilt ridden mind oozing with sympathy directed to a male all but a memory now.

I don't know why I felt so saddened by Seto's death... we didn't even speak to one another.

Yet, I suppose it was because I'd seen an array of people like him hauled around by a greater power they were too anxious to fight against, I'd seen an array of people like Seto always overly skittish and easily brought to tears and they always ended up in the same potion; dead.

I took a stand by our usual position and leant against the wall almost sluggishly in hopes that it could cradle me and consume me in support. However, the wall was cold, it was uncomfortable and certainly unwelcoming to my body.

On the large screen Seto's picture was grey tinted indicating his death and the harsh reality of his loss hit me once again... I only then realised just how little time we had to mourn in this game and it was similar to every other game I'd played previously, death was a regular occurrence in this world therefore mourning was all but a waste of time that could be spent trying to save your own life.

The screen changed quickly, a flicker all too suddenly with a blinding white screen complete with the familiar black font presenting the time until the next round commenced.

The alarm blared unexpectedly around the prison taking me by surprise, it dragged me out of my remorse for Seto, my harsh condemnation for my own actions.

The voice spoke in that same upbeat feminine tone announcing; "Round Four begins now"

Two lives gone in three rounds was pitiful and I'd known within round four there would certainly be another life lost by the skittish and untrustworthy nature of those around me, unfortunately, I'd have to continue to accept death like a close friend despite the fact I'd been trying so hard to ignore deaths greeting into the normality of my life.

Ippei stood beside me, silenced, he was holding the pockets to his overalls harshly and he fiddled with the fabric of his outfit as he tried his best to look around but in his anxious state he'd clearly found it exceptionally difficult. A light from his eyes dimmed... and I wondered what would happen when that darkness indicating his loss of hope subsided and became a nothingness. 

"I don't get it" A woman said anxiously. She was a stranger to me despite the fact she was apart of my group and she looked around shyly, also afraid of meeting eyes of those around her.