"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 finally found out what Chishiya found the night of the Tag game. It wasn't what he thought it was – according to Chishiya, it was a map. The idea of it being a map made Sora laugh, but Chishiya told him and Kuina that that they'd head through the subway system in the morning.
Sora felt like how he had in the beginning. He was confused about what was to come. No one knew what the face cards were going to be like. Sora knew he needed to continue – he survived this far, it was time to continue to fight through these fucking games and come out on the other side. Sora had a different type of determination now.
He cared if he died, he cared if something bad happened to him or anyone he cared about. Sora wanted the people he cared about now to survive these ending games. He didn't want to see another person die because of the laser or because of the game. They had been working too hard to give up now.
Sora stared at the scars on his arms, thinking about how he was just an up-and-coming actor and somehow, he got stuck in this series of deadly games. Sora ran his fingers across the freshest scar among the bunch – the very one that confirmed he wasn't dreaming, that this world was real. At the time, Sora was at a loss, trying not to freak out over the fact that he was alive in this world.
The thought of Aya entered his head, she freaked out upon seeing him cutting the skin of his wrist. Sora had been good, he hadn't self-harmed in several months. But Aya also knew that it was their confirmation that they were alive and not dreaming. The scar was raised among the rest. Even in the darkness of the subway, Sora could see the pale scars.
The subway was deserted. Everyone else ran off, taking cars with them. Everyone was hiding out for the night. No one followed Chishiya, Sora, and Kuina to this subway station. Chishiya said that this was the quickest way to get where they needed to go. Sora just followed because what else did he have to lose?
They didn't have many other options otherwise.
Sora would have thought that he'd pass out as soon as they found a place to sleep for the night, but Sora couldn't sleep. So many people died tonight because of a game and the militants. Sora could still see the face of that player who said she was the game dealer. All he could think about was Aya's death and how she decided to end it all. Then Sora thought about all the bodies they saw the very first day they arrived in this place. They had all ended their own lives, they couldn't continue a second longer.
Sora looked towards the outside world, seeing the moon shining above him. He sighed, roughing up his hair. Sora doubted that the face cards would be nice to them – after the Nine and Ten of Hearts games, Sora didn't want to think about what else was fucking possible. What else could these games do to them?
"I thought you'd be fast asleep." Sora turned his head towards Chishiya.
"I thought you were fast asleep." Sora commented back, looking back outside. His arms rested on his bent knees.
