"ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏɴʀɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ."
Sora wasn't supposed to be in Shibuya that day. He was supposed to be home, enjoying his break from life, but the role of a lifetime - the...
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Sora would say he was enjoying himself at the Beach.
Aya would say that Sora was enjoying himself a little too much. Maybe it was because Sora knew that one day, he might die in one of the games, but he was living it up every single day. Between the drinking and the sex, Sora was barely the person that Aya knew him to be.
What Aya didn't know was that Sora was just being himself – his true self. The only rule Sora had to follow was survival. But other than surviving through those games, Sora was being the person he always was. He just hid it from everyone because they knew Sora as the product of his parents.
What Sora loved about the Beach was that no one cared. No one gave a shit about his sexuality or the fact he was an actor. That last one... there were occasions that Sora knew someone was getting close to him because he was an actor, but for the most part, no one cared what background you came from. And Sora was loving it.
He was drinking himself silly, sleeping with whoever he wanted, and playing the games as many times as he wanted. Being at the Beach was probably the best thing for Sora right now. Sora knew that one day, the Beach would become boring – it could be tomorrow or a month from now, but Sora was going to take everything in and use it like Hatter told them to.
Aya stopped in front of Sora. He was on the couch with some player next to him. Aya rolled he eyes – it wasn't the first time she found Sora in this position, at least she hadn't walked in on him having sex in a few days. "The games are about to start," Aya yelled over the music.
Sora wondered why Aya cared about the games, he knew she hated these games. She only did them when her visa was getting low. "Only got a few days left?" Sora asked as the player continued to kiss his neck.
Aya huffed. "Three."
Sora nodded once. "At least you are increasing your days." Sora knew that Aya would never become like Sora who went out almost every single night for a game. Sometimes Sora would just go out and walk around by himself and then claim he couldn't find a game. Sora had a stockpile of days on his visa, it was close to twenty days if he remembered correctly. "What if I want to stay in tonight?" Sora smirked as his hand moved up the player's leg.
"If you touch his dick in front of me, Sora," Aya threatened.
Sora drew his hand away, pushing away the player from his neck. He stood up. "Come on, Aya, I'm having fun." Sora said. "Get that stick out of your ass." Sora stretched his arms over his head, glancing up at the bracelet that rested against his skin. His number hadn't increased since he arrived to the Beach, despite everyone telling him that Hatter had his eyes on him, whatever the fuck that meant.
Sora walked out of the club with Aya behind him. "I can't always be the same games as you, Aya." Sora commented as he turned around to face her. He started to walk backwards. "And we have no idea what our numbers are going to be tonight." Sora said.
