Something so magic about you [Aguni oneshots]

Part 1: I guess any thrill will do

In which Aguni is into crooked smiles and sass.

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You felt like a fish out of the water since you arrived at The Beach.

Granted, it was much better than being on your own playing those deathly games every four to five days, struggling to find food and warmth and not sleeping more than one hour at a time because you had to keep one eye open, never feeling completely safe.

Here, at least there was electricity. Potable water, enough food for everybody.

And people. And parties. And alcohol, and drugs.

The place, however, felt artificial, staged. For some reason, if you allowed yourself to have fun, you thought it would feel as if you were lying. Denying the reality you were in.

That was the reason why you had yet to socialize with anyone, sitting sideways awkwardly in a stool in the bar area by the pool in a very tiny bikini and a knitted see-through dress that left nothing to the imagination. You had finished the fancy cocktail you were served some ago, now playing with the straw, biting its end while you observed those around you.

You were thinking what the best way to approach a group of people would be when a girl, in a blue bikini and dreadlocks appeared next to you, ordering a drink for herself. She sat down, her knees bumping into yours as she did.

'Oh, sorry! Mind if I sit here?'

'Not at all.' You tried to smile at her, but it was all teeth. How long had it been?

'New to The Beach?'

'Yep. I just arrived a few days ago. Is it written all over my face?'

'A little.' She giggled, grabbing her drink and taking a little sip. 'Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Lucky for you I'm here now.' She extended her hand. 'My name's Kuina.'

You told her yours, shaking it firmly. You had a lopsided grin, and this time it was for real. Eyes included.

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The next day you woke up late in the afternoon, extremely tired, but you felt better than ever since arriving at this wasteland. You had made a friend, Kuina.

You had always been a people's person and a party goer, and yesterday had found out that maybe temporarily pretending you were in an extravagant club in Tokyo where the dress code was beachwear was not that bad. Especially if you had no more days in your visa and you needed to play a game today.

You brushed your hair and teeth, put on a different bikini and the same dress and went to the lobby of the resort, where your new-friend said she could most likely be found. And there she was, in all her shining glory, accompanied by a blonde man in a white hoodie.

She seemed as pleased to see you as you were to see her. Your savior.

You were finally starting to feel like yourself again.

She introduced you to the man, whose name was Chishiya. He was... nowhere near as nice as Kuina, had an air of superiority about him that in any other situation would have made you raise an eyebrow, but now you didn't particularly mind.

You talked for a bit, about the events of last night, Chishiya only intervening to make sarcastic remarks here and there.

Then, Kuina switched to explaining how The Beach worked.

'There's the Hatter, he is the leader.' You nodded, giving her your full attention. You had met the Hatter when you had been accepted – he had only asked for whatever cards you had up until that point. He had mentioned there were three rules: always wearing a bathing suit, living your life exactly as you wished (you hadn't been complying with that one up until yesterday night but you hoped things would change) and death to the traitors, meaning you had to give all of your cards to the resident with the highest number. In this case, the Hatter. 'But there's a lot of tension with another group, the militants, the ones with the weapons. The three main members are a scary-looking man who was actually part of the army in the real world, another with shoulder-length dark hair and piercings and a creep with a katana and tattoos. Have you seen them yet?'