"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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Seiji was the who saw Sora's changes. Sora seemed to be suddenly interested in getting Hatter onto his side once again, and it was making Hatter extremely happy. While Hatter wasn't looking for another Executive, Sora was becoming someone that seemed to hang around Hatter often. At first, Seiji wasn't entirely sure what was happening, then he just assumed that Hatter decided that he was going to sleep with Sora. Or maybe Sora was the one who wanted to sleep with Hatter.
Seiji was completely wrong.
Sora was getting close to Hatter because of Chishiya's plan. It was all part of the plan – someone needed to get closer to Hatter. Chishiya wanted to find out where Hatter kept the cards. While Sora didn't believe that collecting all the cards would get them home, Sora did find out something interesting from Chishiya. Hatter planned on using the first set of the cards that got all 52 of the cards for himself. Sora was alarmed, but at the same time, he felt like it was in Hatter's character.
And it explained Hatter's losing his mind. Sora had watched the militants take out more bodies from Hatter's "rage" since the day Chishiya showed him. Hatter was losing it a little faster than Sora thought he would. It was actually quite scary to see Hatter's mask breaking behind closed doors.
"I would like you to go out and recruit, Sora," Hatter began. Sora tapped the cigarette against the ashtray, nodded slowly. Seiji stood in the room with Hatter and Sora and a few militants. "You have that charm I'm looking for when it comes to recruitment." Sora didn't mind that situation.
Hatter had been telling Sora that he had a charm about him. Sora already knew that about himself, Aya used it on occasion during games. He didn't mind the job; Sora got the chance to go out every night that way. He could play any game he wanted without Hatter finding out.
Sora turned his head, blowing smoke out of his mouth. "Not gonna lie, that sounds fucking great." Sora stabbed the cigarette into the ashtray. "When do I start?" Sora had a few plans of his own when it came to Hatter's newest development.
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Being a recruiter was perfect for Sora, he got to look at the cards before handing them over to Hatter. Sora could see how many cards that came in and see how much further they were from potentially leaving this place. Tonight was no different – Sora was walking down the street, alone. He got to go out every night, not that it wasn't different from most nights, however, Sora got to just walk alone.
Recruiters normally didn't play a lot of games, unlike Sora. But Sora took his chance to play any game he wanted without Hatter finding out. Sora's visa was in the low 20s right now, but Sora was still looking for a game that evening. He paused when he saw a tunnel light up. He looked at the digital screen above it. A smirk appeared on his face as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
