As much as you want [Chishiya x Reader]

Chapter 25 - Well, baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream

Well I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escaping your love, oh



You wanted to leave this ridiculous game and be done with it, once and for all.

That didn't mean you were pro-torturing someone.

Just as Chishiya had first guessed, Matsushita was the Jack. It had been quite easy to discover - you all had just remained in your cells for a few more minutes after you had said your suits (all of you correctly except for poor Kotoko) and the door had been unlocked. He had proceed to exclaim things such as "I win!", thinking the sound of the office woman's head being blown off came from more than once cell and laugh like a truly demented person would. 

Was there no one mentally sane anymore when it came to face cards?

First there was Mira, who should be admitted into a psychiatric hospital immediately. Not only for participating as a sort of game master in this games, but for being part of The Beach for as long as she did, acting like an undercover agent of sorts, and still go forward, when she had seen so many people die and suffer. Then, the King of Spades, who was completely nuts and seemed to think the Borderlands was the perfect scenario for a retelling of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre only with anti-tank rifles and who knows what other weapons, and last but not least, Matsushita, who just seemed to not be in his right mind.

And, to be honest, just the fact that someone didn't care about other people literally losing their lives was very telling. At least for you.

Anyway, Chishiya had been the one to leave the prison cells first and had told the man his little speech, about how he had discovered he was the Jack of Hearts. You had also left your cell, but were silent, just screaming "Go, Chishiya go!" in your head and, maybe a little bit, enjoying the feeling of outsmarting someone else. 

What you didn't love so much was the fact that then, Banda and Yaba had decided they were going to torture Matsushita to get information about this world, and about how to become part of it. That's the reason why the former hadn't killed him in the last round.

"Bunch of nutcases." You had declared, back in the snack room, Chishiya eating his cookies seating down by a bench as if nothing was happening, you taking up the task of filling the silence to try and avoid hearing any screams. He deserved it. But you didn't approve, couldn't approve, who would? "Who would want to stay here? I mean, Banda, sure, he is a murderer after all but I thought the Yaba guy was nothing more than a businessman!" You were walking around the room, gesticulating dramatically to emphasize your words.

"Some people haven't lived a blessed life."

Your eyes focused on him, wondering if what he said was just a mere comment or if there was something else to be implied with those words.

"What about you?" You asked, directly.

"Tell me a memory you have about your father."

You frowned, not because he was not answering your question - it was something he did often and you knew better by then. But because, what did you father have to do with any of this?

"I don't know. He always buys me blueberries because he knows I like them the most, so every time he goes to get groceries, I know there is a box of them waiting for me by the kitchen's table." You made a conscious effort to speak about him in the present tense.

"And one thing you like to do together?"

"We both like to eat. We would go try out new restaurants or make home-cooked meals together, for example."

"My most prominent memory about my father is seeing the back of his head." 

A small smile had been appearing in your lips while speaking about your dad, but it vanished when you heard the blonde man say those words. 

"We rarely talk, even now. He is always with the computer, surrounded by medical books. His marriage to my mother wasn't due to love, either, nothing but a formality. This meant she was not happy. That led to a difficult childhood."

You didn't know what to say. You were just staring. He simply lifted his shoulders up and down. He looked unaffected by what he was telling you. Maybe so much time had passed that now he simply accepted it. 

You sat down next to him, and grabbed his hand, holding it between both of yours.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. I'm really sorry. I don't know what else to say..."

"It is in the past."

"Yeah, but..." You were biting the inside of your cheek, trying to find the words. There were none. He was right, it was in the past, and nothing you could say would make him feel better about it. "Oh, your dad just did that so that you could have a nice life." "I'm sure your mother was hurt because of the unhappy marriage, but I'm sure she still loves you very much!" No. That was bullshit. There was no point. You could only look forward. To the future.

"What's your favorite fruit?"

"Hm? Maybe strawberries. Why?"

"When we are back in the real world..." You started, smiling at him, leaning your head to one side. "I will buy you strawberries every time I go to the grocery store. I'll try really, really hard that my roommate doesn't get to them before you, maybe I'll have to hide them somewhere. But then, every time you come to visit me, you will have strawberries."

He smiled back, openly, sincerely.

"Will you also make me home-cooked meals?" There he was. Back to messing with you.

"No. I am horrible at cooking, I might burn the house down and I'm renting. I can make you like, spaghetti maybe, but they may get stuck to the pot. But we can order takeaway!"

You kept talking, making plans for an uncertain future until the round ended.

Matsushita killed himself, the torture inflicted by Yaba and Banda too much to withstand for another hour.

You won the game, but it really didn't feel good. Almost like cheating.

What felt great was Chishiya's hand in yours while you were leaving the penitentiary center. 

Just as you crossed the door, the massive zeppelin looming over it started to blow up and burn.

"Is that going to happen every single time we clear one of those games!?" You asked after an initial scream of surprise. Your blonde companion was as undisturbed as always.

"I guess so."

"I hope nobody was standing right below it."

He chuckled. "I first meant what I said about you being the white knight of this place as a joke, but now..."

"Would that make you my sweet damsel in distress?"

You could almost hear the lifted eyebrow.

"Do I look like one?"

"Blonde, pretty, dressed in white to symbolize your purity... Yes, you do."

"No." 

"Yes." You were pretending to be serious, but almost couldn't hold your laughter any longer. "Now, let's get out of here before my princess gets burned to death by the remains of an airship falling on her... It would be a very anticlimatic ending, wouldn't it?"