Alice in Borderland One Shots

A (Slightly less) painful reality

Ship: Chirisu
Rating: Mature
Warning: Self-Harm, Attempted Suicide, Heavy Angst

A /N
My apology for last chapter I suppose. What if Arisu lived?

Chishiya expected many things when he returned home. It had already been a dreadfully long day in his opinion, and he knew if he didn’t say anything, the head doctor would schedule him for another 3-hour surgery. Not that he hated doing surgery, in fact he loved it, seeing as the kids really seemed to like him. 

The kid in question whose surgery pulled him from his home  before the sun had even shown its face was a sweet little thing. An adorable dark skin girl with thick, curly hair and wide, chocolate eyes. When the girl looked so nervous she might vomit, Chishiya offered to do her hair. When he successfully managed to twist her hair, her smile had never been wider, and he had never been more grateful for Kuina and her forced sleepovers that taught him such a skill.

So yes, Chishiya loved his job, and he loved working with the kids. But goddamn it, he wanted to go home. The sky had been dark when he left that morning, and now it was only a few hours from evening. If this had been even half a year ago, he wouldn’t have cared about the amount of hours spent at the hospital. In fact, with nothing to do at home and no friends to spend time with, it was preferable to be at work than hunched over his text books. 

Current Chishiya, on the other hand, happened to have a life outside of being Dr. Chishi (according to the kids, that was) and more importantly, he had a boyfriend waiting at home, one he’d much rather be spending time with. Arisu’s sleepy please for just ‘a little longer, shun’ were like a weight on his heart. If it were up to him, he’d gladly spend every morning wrapped up in his arms within the safety of their bed. 

In fact, Chishiya planned to do just that tomorrow morning, seeing as he would be free all morning. It was the least his boyfriend deserved for all the hard work he’d been putting in these last few months. With a plan in mind, he found himself smirking as he entered his– sorry, their apartment. The air was stale and heavy, a stifling sort of silence that immediately clocked at wrong. His ears strained for any indication that Arisu was home as he changed from his outdoor shoes into some house slippers. 

Drip.

Drip. 

Drip .

“Ryohei?” Chishiya called out, only to receive no response. He could have excused this as the boy sleeping or something, but something in his gut screamed that this wasn’t just a coincidence. If there was anything that his time in the borderlands taught him, it was to always trust his gut. With his pocket knife in hand, he entered the kitchen.

That feeling swiftly became a certainty. Broken shards of ceramic were scattered across the tiled floor, with a sharp piece laying abandoned in what he had to assume was blood. He could never forget the overwhelming scent of iron, memories of the stuff seeping into his clothes. It looked to be drying, which was never good.

“Ryouhei, where are you!” his voice failed to portray the way his heart hammered inside his chest, rattling against his rib cage with such force he feared it may crack. It took too much effort to tear his eyes away from the sight and progress forward, following the trail of crimson already starting to soak into the hardwood floor. 

Chishiya was the farthest thing from a religious man, as he couldn’t fathom the idea of a higher being controlling humans. No, the messy complications and despair made by people were all their own, and if there ever were a god, he’d surely abandoned them long ago. Yet, he found himself desperately praying. Praying, because the sight that greeted him when he shoved open the door to their bedroom, any good god who would listen wouldn’t let the worst happen.