Card Games | Chishiya X Reader ²

19

I stood in the cell, alone, searching through my mind for an answer to reply with.

What suit was on the back of my collar?

I was overthinking everything. I'd known that was the wrong thing to have done but it was in my nature.

Could I trust Banda? He'd been a murderer even outside of this awful world, Banda was manipulative and clearly enjoyed the thrill of others unrest. Banda had, however, always stated the correct suit planted on the back of my neck, therefore, I felt like I should trust him but in this round (The one Chishiya predicted to be the final one) but even so I couldn't help but feel apprehensive to reply to the woman's voice asking for the suit on the back of my collar.

For the first time I'd felt nervous, doubtful, and I knew it was the wrong time to have felt so hesitant, to have felt like I couldn't trust anyone around me, but I just couldn't help it.

The stakes seemed higher than ever and for the first time since my participation in the game I'd felt nervous to give my suit with the expectation everyone around me had lied.

It was exactly what the game wanted me to think, to feel, and I slipped into that doubtfulness on my own accord.

Yaba had stated he wanted to vote me out, he'd looked to me with an obvious dominance and his clear control over Kotoko made me think she too gave me the wrong answer. Maybe I'd caught his eyes for all the wrong reasons... maybe since the beginning he'd been suspicious of the way I sneaked myself into every group.

Chishiya too... I'd let the nervousness overwhelm me regarding if he was telling the truth or not, I foolishly overthought everything he'd said and done to me within the game. I wondered if he grew tired of his promise to prove to me that he did like me and he'd just wanted to kill me so he didn't have to take care of me.

However, the only plausible answer was the fact they all told me the right suit... it was the one thing that made me come to the conclusion that Matsushita had to be The Jack Of Hearts.

Or maybe it was one big plan to have killed me and Matsushita was the only one to save me? But that was an idiotic thought, a thought that appeared as a result of my restless brain.

But I had Chishiya.

I'd had Chishiya's truth since the beginning of the game, I trusted him every time he stated the suit placed on the constraining collar wrapped around my neck. I had to trust him now even if a part of my brain didn't want to, I needed to trust his feelings for me.

His actions during this game certainly had spoke louder than words.

"Club" I stated aloud, looking around quietly... I didn't trust anyone other than Chishiya.

Almost the moment I'd answered the round came to a close and there was one distant explosion to my surprise, I couldn't help but wonder who had lied to one another so late into the game.

I paused, a little breathless with my unease and previous state of hesitancy, it was unexpected that everyone left in the game gave me the correct answer as if they wanted me to survive... everyone but Matsushita.

I looked around the cell softly, ready to leave, but I couldn't help but pause by my door with an unexpected noise in the silence surrounding me, it had seemed muffled as a result of the door ahead of me and so I stepped closer in hopes of identifying the noise.