𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝 III chishiya x female reader *discontinued*

chapter 38

The more time I spent in this violent place,  the more I start to realize that I am truly not that smart and all-knowing as I thought I am. You look around and gaze at the people here, and you think to yourself- „they are just fools wasting their time getting drunk and high„- and to some context it's true, but they are always millions of perspectives that differ and nobody has the right to say what is the correct one. 

They seem like they are just as if robots, hundreds of strangers that you don't see, you just feel their stares or hear their bickering. It makes you think, if I see people in this way, do they think of me as a foreigner too? If it comes to the games, nobody would give their life for me, it would be stupid and naive. They would never think of you as a hero if you sacrifice yourself, you will just get forgotten eventually and the other person would die soon after in this world.

It was fucked up, twisted, grotesque, and every other word to describe the painful emotion that blooms when such unnecessary evil comes to the world.

In some sense, the idea of this happening is so absurd, so unlogical that it becomes almost beautiful. Simply, it seems fake, this reality, knowing that is made by other people like me, probably mentally ill, and hating themselves so much that they project it on humanity itself. When something so difficult is actually extremely easy and pathetic, it envokes the numbness that consumes you whole.

Niragi was the example of it, having a hard time getting bullied, later on realizing how enjoyable it is to do it but not be the victim of the abuse. It truly makes you insane to realize the suffering designed for you is actually entertaining for others and in the future for you. That's why I started to be scared of him, fully aware now that something is brewing inside of him that will boil over soon, reminding me of myself, Niragi being rash and crazed, the consequences of the poison he had in his heart troubling.

My form following the blood trail was one of the many proofs of his insane mindset.

The little pools seem to get bigger and nastier as I followed their path, some were smeared on the floor as if somebody dragged something through it. I very well knew what it could have been. The trail lead me into the main hall, big and grandiose, no lights were turned on, only the big windows letting its natural moonlight actually made the blood visible. I walked discreetly, even if the dangerous duo were long in the distance, I never knew what lurks in the shadows.

The little memory-bringing knife was the only thing keeping me going, in my opinion stabbing somebody was mentally more easier than shooting. It feels more personal, but I took it as something comforting rather then morbid, the beautiful piece of art in somebody's heart has something to it. Even if the screams and profanities of Niragi are no longer heard, his few angry words still bugged my mind. Hatter was dead and at first, I thought Aguni killed him but, I just assumed it. The pierced man never told what was the dirty secret. It would make sense but at the same time, even with they are common bickering, I thought Hatter and Aguni were friends.

I shook my head as the blood trail lead me to another small hallway, now understanding the seriousness of the situation. The quiet mortuary was located in that direction, with that red liquid all over the floors there was no doubt now that somebody indeed got killed. Hopefully, not Chishiya, but I knew deep inside of me that he wouldn't get into a situation like that alone.

He doesn't have a problem with submitting to people, he doesn't have any power problems at all. It simply just doesn't bother him, coming from the rather promiscuous experience that happened half an hour ago.

My steps were light as I finally saw the door to that room probably filled with dead bodies, even if I didn't know much about why it is here in the first place, I was fully ever that it was under An's management. And I trust everyone that Kuina associates herself with. There was a small window on the door, similarly to the medic office, my mind flooding with uneasiness as I saw that the lights were turned on there.