Kakegurui Fine Wine [KIRARI X SAYAKA] -- ONESHOTS

Chapter 183: Sticks and Stones

Suddenly, a muffled noise can be heard from the exterior side of the posh stadium in the pitch black darkness of dawn. Sayaka remains startled, her teeth clench, but she does not flinch a muscle. She notices an eerie figure across the room, as she barely makes out a clouded shadow in the distance. However, she would soon be more startled than surprised. The light returns suddenly without warning, as Kirari no longer remains in her seat. She stands by Sunaka, both hands on her glossy cheeks, her blueberry thumbs imprinted into the sides of her cheeks fiercly with intimate pressure. Sunaka is helplessly numb, as her body struggles to move, she is completely and utterly helplessly strapped to the chair and immobilized, her hands remain tied behind her back, her back is firmly arched, the posterior of her body remains heavily pressed to the seat as she cannot move but struggle.

She no longer sits in a wooden chair, but on top of a spinning barstool raised to match Kirari's eye level poistioned directly at the green ornate poker table as the President quietly leans forward towards the immobilized woman.

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"Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words never will?"

Kirari smirks, her thumbs clenching her jaw tightly as she has the girl under her thumb firmly fixated into stern position, preventing any possibility of escape or withdrawal.

She taunts her with utter mockery and a tight squeeze over Sunaka's cheeks, but the woman remains pouting, the pressure forces her to grimace, revealing a temperamental face of agony and sheer pride. She tries to speak, but is prevented by Kirari, who leans in closer than never before, stepping on the heel of the barstool to lower the height of the chair.

(Kirari mocks her as she stands above her, the Arabic woman is lowered beneath her.)

"Perhaps we should put that to the test? I wonder."

She smiles coldly, her oceanic blue eyes sharply glinting with a mixture of amusement and sadistic curiosity as she matched the crazy demeanour of her ex girlfriend.

The dim, flickering lights cast eerie shadows against the cold concrete walls. The barstool creaked softly beneath Sunaka as she shifted uncomfortably, her hands bound tightly behind her back strongly as she resisted Kirari's hands. The rope dug into her skin like sharp razor blades slicing through with force. Her heart raced with panic and agony, but her expression was well composed, her brown Arabic gaze cold and unwavering as she refused defeat. She could do no other but catch Kirari's gaze.

(The more she struggled, the more tight the ropes became around her wrist, and the more she moved, the more the rope dug into her skin)

"Do you recall the promise we had made once, Sunaka?"

 Kirari's voice was soft, almost playful, as if they were discussing some lighthearted matter, not the macabre scene unfolding before them. 

"The trust we shared? And how you... shattered it?"

She reminds her of the times spent together when Sunaka had promised to take her secrets to the grave, but instead created a feud in her family, a battle which would deprive the Momobami clan of their heritage in Kyoto, a riot which would tarnish their name, a risk which could ultimately destroy Kirari's life for murder, and a betrayal stuck to the heart as Sunaka would choose family over lover, career over dreams, and resentful vengeance over peace.