A Little Kuzuyuuma Drabble I Guess

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Now hold on just a damn second. Have we ever been confirmed what each of the suits actually mean? Like we know from that old man in the 5♤, but he hsd to have heard that from someone else, and they have to heard that from someone else, and maybe they just guessed based on the how each of the suits match the types of games, but we've never been explicitly told what they mean. Like no big Joker or Game Master or someone who knows how the Borderlands work has ever explicilty explained it to us. So could it be that... we've been wrong about the suits all along? 🤔🤔🤔

THEEEE FOUND FAMILLYYYYYY

tempted to write a (platonic) Aguni, Heiya and Doudou fic where they spend valentines day (night) painting and eating candy. idk.

A little depressing citizen quartet story as if you aren't sad enough already (also pls excuse my shitty writing)

"Three Sheep, One Wolf"

"The four of us are unexpectedly awesome, eh? I mean, it's not like we participate in games together, but we meet everyday, and so far, no one's died yet!" Ah, Kyuma, ever so optimistic. He couldn't exactly say the same for the other three, though.

One was an old man who often liked using the words "breathing" and "suffering" together in the same sentence, often implying the same meaning.

The other was some lawyer dude with glasses that talked about equality every possible conversation he gets into. (Okay fine, he doesn't, but he liked to add that in because he thought his boyfri- Uh, I mean, good friend had literally nothing interesting to write about).

And Mira was just... Mira.

Granted, she was fun to hang out with, but Kyuma couldn't help but find her a little creepy at times.

But make no mistake. He may have listed his friends as simply boring here, but he got along pretty well with them, and liked them a lot.

"Wow, even after becoming citizens, we still have to participate in games? Why tho?"

Their phones had just received a notification from an "unknown number": Congratulations on attaining citizenship! You are now all citizens of the Borderlands! However, let this be known that you still must participate in games like normal players would, and are not allowed to know the difficult or rules of the games beforehand, otherwise it just becomes boring! Well, have a lovely time, citizens of the Borderlands, it's GAME START! "

Shiirabi and Mira both scoffed a little. Kuzu showed no reaction. Well, how about that one over there? The one in the botanical garden. Looks fancy to me." The nudist pointed in the direction of the game arena.

"...ok" Kuzu responded monotonously. "Oh come on, gimme me more energ-woah, collars, terrible way to go, from ny experience," Kyuma was definitely a bit too optimistic for everyone else's likings. Their phones made the usual dinging sound whenever a game was about to start. "Difficulty, 7♡"

"The... 7♡?" The usually calm and collected Mira looked she might have even started to panic a little. Well, just a little, of course.

"Rules: One person will be the wolf and the three others will be the sheep. When a sleep kicks eye contact with a wolf, they will become the new wolf, and a sheep cannot become the wolf for the next three seconds. After 15 minute, the collars around all the sheep will explode. Hide well, little sheep, and have fun! It's GAME START!"

"A... single survivor game?" Kuzu exclaimed.

"!?!?" The old man in the cloak made a shocked face.

"Dingdingdingding...ding! Our first wolf today is... Ginji Kyuma!" The giant Game TV indicated on who the survivor role had been passed on to, accompanied with its iconic little "yay!".

"Wait wait wait, everyone don't panic, I know how we can all survive this, we have to use the tools they gave us to dismantle our collars," Mira (not as calmly as before, I'd like to add) announced to the gang of a possible no death solution to the horrid and gut-wrenching game they had gotten themselves into.

"Tools? There... aren't any." Kuzu gestured to the empty table that would have been otherwise displayed with plenty of interesting little killing "tools" to help the players tear into each other and spice the game up a little.

Actually, it wasn't completely empty. Two little collar dismantlers- designed specifically by Mira herself to dismantle collars safely without needing to use a screwdriver or gamer of some kind- were sitting on it, arranged in a neat little row.

But the strangest thing is that there were bombs attached to it. And no, they weren't the kind that would blow the entire place up- it looked more like it only had the firepower to blow up the collar dismantle itself.

"So if we use the collar dismantlers, it explodes? So only two people can have their collars dismantled, and with the wolf surviving, so..." The "ever so optimistic" one of the four was starting to turn out not so optimistic after all.

"This... is our retribution. It's our punishment for our sins, the people we killed and the people whose blood was at spilled in this place, it's... a taste of our own medicine"

Oh, Shiirabi really was the complete opposite of Kyuma.

A moment of silence followed as everyone silently mourned for the unnamed one among them destined to die.

"... So only one of us has to die this time, ... let me go. This will probably be the most equal death I can die, for everyone else, after all." Kuzu, voice cracking, was the first to pipe up after the *rather* long moment of silence.

"No, you're not dying. You're not going anywhere. I'll go. I've always wanted to die by a hearts game anyway ♡" Mira, tearing up a little, immediately spoke to take the position of the unnamed hero among them from Kuzu.

"...You two can stop fighting about who's going to die among you. I'll go. I've always seen birth as a curse and existence as a prison anyway, (and yes that was a good place reference) with death being the only salvation. So let me attain my salvation, please, and let me go peacefully." Shiirabi let out a loud sigh and spoke his profound and not really popular opinion on the value of life. He had been cleverly hiding his face from view then, as if to somehow mask the tears streaming down his face.

Kyuma, watching this all, suddenly wished he had a mask and some onions to chop. When the others came to ask him what was happening, he could just say he had been chopping onions.

Not that they would realise with the mask on, anyway.

Yes.

He could just put on the mask and everything would be fine.

They'd still be sitting in their comfortable citizen headquarters, with Kuzu trying to read and Mira constantly annoying him, and Shiirabi just rambling on about his "cultural beliefs", as he would like to call it.

Yes.

Everything was still alright.

It was just a dream.

It was just a dream.

It was all... just...a dream...

But he had to come back to reality eventually.

He couldn't keep the mask on forever.

His friends needed him.

"Alright, everyone, I'll be the one to go, okay? I wanna die with dignity, and dying for you guys..." He couldn't even finish his sentence properly without his throat turning traitor to his decision to hide everything he was feeling.

"... What a twisted game." Mira uttered under her breath. Everyone instinctively took a few steps back. Mira wasn't like someone to show emotions so easily.

She would always hide it with a smile.

A beautiful smile.

But the level of emotion Mira was showing was unlike something amt of the other citizens had seen. She was raging, like dynamite thrown into a roaring flame. Her eyes glared like razor-sharp daggers that threatened to kill anyone who even so much as thought of glancing at her when she was at this critical moment.

This moment of doom. A time to mourn.

It should have been a happy day for them all.

But now it was only going to be a happy day for the one who died.

Because the rest could never live with what they had done now.

"I'll kill you...I'll fucking kill you!!" She suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.

Then she suddenly stopped in her tracks and just started to bawl her eyes out.

She realised now.

She was the one designated to design many such games like these games.

These "sick, twisted" games.

It really was "a taste of her own medicine"

The other citizens didn't know what to do. They had never seen Mira both so angered and so vulnerable at the same time ever before.

Kuzu had tried to comfort Mira a bit by patting her on the shoulder, but all it did was make her cry even more, which startled Kuzu and he didn't know what to do anymore.

Then he suddenly started to cry too, and then Shiirabi and Kyuma soon followed, and they all just hugged each other together.

Because the other citizens had realised it too.

Not that she was the creator of similar games as this.

But that who the one "destined to die" was didn't matter.

After all, the one "destined to die" physical body would have died, but mentally and spiritually they would have transcended beyond the stars.

But the three survivors would have been plunged into an eternal darkness not even Satan himself could get them out of.

They would have survived physically, but they would have lost all right to enjoy their lives or even just take their next breath.

And all because of three wolves and a sheep.

Phew, that was pretty long, but I got it down! Let me know if you enjoyed it and what you think! Oh, and since I'm still learning on different ways to improve my writing, if you have any comments or suggestions on how to improve it, do lemme know! 😀

btw this was inspired by @miraofhearts2point0 's post about the citizens playing the 7♡ and since I wanted to be sad and I'm also deprived of fanfic just about the citizens being a happy little family so I wrote this! It's terrible, but hey, at least I'm trying, right?

Was just wondering how funny it would have been if the game mechanics just suddenly stopped working. Like imagine you're at the K◇ game at -9 points but you've devised a perfect formula to win but then all of a sudden you're tablet crashes and you can't pick anything so you get the acid bath. But maybe you'll at least get to see Kuzu having to come to your seat and manually fix everything like some it guy before you die

love all the fics you've done. they're truly amazing. you don't mind me requesting for a kuzuryuuma drabble for the valentines now, right?

Oh I never realised I already had a request in my inbox sorry for the late reply anyway sure! I'd love to do a little Kuzuyuuma valentine's fic (purely platonic) but it might take a little while since I have some other issues going on right now in my life but I'll get it done when I have the time! 🤗

Enji: finally finishes cleaning up the 19 cells stained with the POOLS of blood, finished dragging all the corpses (and heads) somewhere out of his game venue, and hand-restocked the canteen, all while without having more than hour's worth of sleep because of his game: is finally finished with his work and can sit down to rest and have some tea.

*new players come to play his game*

Enji: ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

So I had a shower thought about what happens after a face card game if isn't beaten. Like who cleans up the bodies? The citizens? Does Kuzu have to change into overalls and get the bucket and mop after every failed attempt at clearing his game? Does Enji have to drag 19 decapitated bodies away after every failed attempt at clearing his game? At least now I can see why QoS would want her game to continue forever so she doesn't have to clean up the bodies.

hi ilove the citizens fics

if you take requests can you pls do a chishiya x reader fic but like its platonic? like each others family? chishiya is their dad and thats chishiya's kid?

Wait so reader is Chishiya's kid? Ooh sure I see I like where this is goi- AHEM I mean sure yes but as you can see from my above post I'll need some time to fix the posting issue but I would love to write a fic for you! 😇❤

Pairing: Chishiya x reader (reader is Chishiya's kid) Chapter 1: Let me take you somewhere far away

Warnings: Shitty writing, no smut, purely platonic (also Chishiya is slightly OOC but that's just the shitty writing part)

IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP, (Y/N)! IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!" Chishiya voiced rather loudly through his mic, (wait a sec, was that your mic?) startling you from the sweet dream you were having.

What was he even waking you up for? It was a Saturday. The college professors don't just come because he wants them to come.

"What did you wake me up for? It's not a school day today," you whined at him.

"Oh, I just felt like it. Anyway, breakfast is ready, come and eat it, " He gave you the innocent puppy- eyes face before leaving your room to go eat his breakfast.

That was just how he was.

You couldn't stay mad at him for long, though. After all, you were turning 18 like, tonight... It just simply wasn't mature of you to do so.

You grabbed your phone and walked to the breakfast table, scrolling through your messages and reading them all before proceeding to leave them on read.

Chishiya glanced over at your phone.

"Oh, so you leave everyone on read, not just me. Well, makes me feel better not to be the only one you leave on read." Chishiya commented, while pushing back his hoodie to look cool. You had no idea why he wore the hoodie even in his house.

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever," You replied nonchalantly back at his sneaky comment.

You started to scroll through your phone while eating your breakfast when you suddenly bit on something hard.

"Ow! What was that!" You reacted, before pulling an entire small rock from your mouth. You instintively turned your head to Chishiya, still innocently preparing a cup of coffee at the coffee-maker.

"Seriously? A rock in my food? At least think of something original," Your snarky words must have hurt him, because he immediately jerked back and put his hands up in the air in defense of himself.

"iT wAsn'T mE, I sWeAr!"

You weren't about to put up with his nonsense anymore.

Oh, but what could you do? That innocently cute look on his face always made you forget all he had done. (maybe he used this trick to get you to forgive him, but that's a story for another day)

"Anyway, you didn't forget, right? It's your birthday tonight," Chishiya walked back to the breakfast table with his coffee in hand, talking about your birth date and very obviously CHANGING THE TOPIC.

But it was your birthday. You decided to just be a bit more generous than usual. Fine. His antics can be forgiven.

"Well, how about for your birthday, we go somewhere far away to hike, or camp!" The white-haired man suggested.

"You just want to use it as an excuse to lure me far away so you can murder me, right?" You weren't about to buy into his stories again. Yeah, only a fool would believe that!

"No, I wanna bring you somewhere far away, yes...but I wanna bring you somewhere special," He started to look a bit more serious now.

"Ooh, where is this? Come on, take me there," Chishiya Shuntaro himself getting serious? This place must be heaven to make him this way!

"...Ok. Meet me after your class."

"What do you mean? I don't have class today,"

"I signed one up for you, especially for you as your birthday present! I've payed for it with your savings already, don't waste it!"

"Are you serious right now..."