Teenager Nara Michiko didn't think her life could get any worse. Until it did. Let the games begin. ♤♡◇♧ TW: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, themes surrounding underage drinking and smoking, themes surrounding addiction, and themes surrounding mental health disorders. Read at own discretion. Disclaimer: I don't own the right to Alice in Borderland. The rights belong to Haro Aso and Netflix. I only own any original characters and plots.

♦️ | Chishiya x OC | ♦️ *PART ONE FINISHED BASED ON S1&S2* PART TWO IN PROGRESS* "I've always have that thought about you, that I don't want to remember you longer, than I have ever known you." Seina was never ordinary unpredictable, an emotional rollercoaster, heartbreakingly beautiful and brilliant, yet broken in every possible way. She stopped caring about life a while ago, no longer afraid of death. She was an addict, always to something else - by day, to her profession, to medicine; by night, to alcohol, drugs, fear, danger and the chaos of the nightlife. But when she ends up in Borderland, she must find a new addiction. A familiar face from her past. A hurtful memory. An unreachable heart. Chishiya. "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. "

shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had.

CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING REVISED CHAPTERS: 2 "human relationships." he explained, a small chuckle leaving his throat, "i don't care about people's hearts. i don't want to know how people work or how they think. they're all selfish anyways." you didn't interrupt him, despite how you wanted to disagree. people weren't selfish, at least not everyone. and like chishiya had told you before, wasn't being selfish sometimes a good thing? shouldn't you be allowed to want certain things for yourself? once more your thoughts paused and the feather light touch of a hand against yours could be felt, not quite finding purchase but enough for you to feel that he was there. or maybe it was meant to reassure himself. his throat moved, perhaps his attempt to clear the tightness and arrange the words evidently playing on the tip of his tongue. "but then i met you. and it was weird. i had never been so interested in a human being before. and through time i found that..." he paused, glancing up for a brief moment before holding your fingers more securely, "you're the only heart i want to learn more about."

"why do you play?" he asked one evening, finding you had been practicing alone while the other residents were outside in the pool. his finger had tapped on the page you were fixated on, allowing you to glance up and meet his gaze as well as read the lips that spoke of syllables deaf to your ears. you peered at him curiously, and for a moment chishiya thought that maybe he had spoken too quick for you to comprehend. but before he could fix his mistake you were fixing your bench and tapping on the keys, a melody entrancing his ears. many emotions hit him at once, leaving him in a daze and struggling to grasp onto them all. but he listened, he put his full attention to the sounds you played trying to give him what he wanted. it was giving him a sense of...clarity was it? is this what the music you had no ability to understand leaving you with? why? it left him frustrated, for he was not happy with the outcome of his curiosity. how were you able to find such solitude in the very thing you lacked? what did that leave him with? eventually the sounds ceased, until you stilled your hands and dropped them to lay in your lap. you peered up at him, awaiting his reaction and chishiya could only provide you with a fake enough smile to label him a phony, "how peculiar."

╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.. has no idea how she comes off, only that people either avoid her or try to crack her like a code. She doesn't trust either. Which is why, when someone in the Borderlands approaches her without flinching or prying, and just sits near her, she doesn't understand it. It's the beginning of something unfamiliar. Something dangerous. Only, there's something much more dangerous coming for her. Something that can only be named as the King of Diamonds.. ** COMPLETED ,, GO CHECK OUT THE SEQUEL TOO! ** IMPRESSIVE RANKS: 1 in #aib 1 in #doctor 7 in #flowers 19 in #heart