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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Knowing You Again

Chapter 6 of '100 Promises'

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any

"Wow this place is amazing! So many games!" You awed, amazed by the amount of games and the lights. "Yeah, it's not anything like the one I went to on break, but since I can't take you there yet, I thought here would be good," he explained. "Thank you!" You exclaimed, hugging him and jumping up and down. He laughed, "Ok, ok. Calm down! What game do you want to play first?" You looked around, seeing all the different games, the people rushing from the machines and back. And you saw one that wasn't being used. You lead him over to it. "This one?" You asked. He nodded, and you two began on the game.

You walked into the grand lobby of the hotel, and sat on one of the waiting chairs. You watched in curiosity as people filed in their groups, cheering and laughing. Even if they'd lost a member, they were happy to be alive. A relief that it wasn't them. Maybe it was that everyone here had begun to accept their new reality. It made you smile in the slightest, that not all the people here were weak and useless. "Hey there new girl," someone said from besides you. "Hi Chishiya," you greeted without even turning to look besides you. "Hm? Attentive," he said. You didn't have to look to know he was smirking. "No, your voice is just very distinctive. It's soft, but also a very condescending undertone in it. Give people the illusion you know more than them," you stated, finally looking at him. "The hell did you study in college?" He asked with a laugh. "Major in forensics, minor in psychology. I'm pretty good at psychological mind fucking," you stated. He smiled, looking up. "Mind fucking? That's how I know you're friends with that idiot," he said. "Idiot? Niragi? No way. He studied game programming and engineering, and is 20 times smarter than anyone I've ever met," you said, surprised anyone could call him an idiot. How much did he change in the borderlands? Even then, his intelligence wouldn't have faded. So what did he do? "Hmm... maybe I'll change your opinion. You haven't met someone like me before," he said, looking at you. His eyes stared back into your own. It was like he was seeing into your soul, trying to really read into you. "I like a challenge. Impress me," you stated, a smirk playing on your lips. "Will do. Your friend is up on the roof for his patrol. I'll see you later at the pool. Kuina is quite fond of you. You two get along well," Chishiya said, walking off. You stood up, walking over to the grand stair case.

"I haven't slept in 4 days... gods help me," you groaned, running your hands up through your hair, it getting stuck from the knots. "Fuck me... SUGU! ARE YOU ALIVE?" you yelled. You heard a groan in response. He came out of his room, his hair sticking up every which way, his glasses were crooked on his face, and there were dark eyebags under his eyes. "I think... I think I'm alive..." he said. He was almost falling asleep standing up. "You need to take a nap," you suggested, standing up and walking over to him, yawning and rubbing your eyes. "No, I need to finish my project, you need a nap," he said, as you fixed his glasses. He could see that you were also running on no sleep. The dark eyebags under your eyes, your messed up tangled hair. It was different to say the least. You always looked nice, but college said no, please fuck up your sleep schedule to get this project done for me. Oh, and it a worth 75% of your grade! He hated school, but enjoyed what he was studying. Your projects took longer, and we're a bit gross at times, seeing as you had to take both forensics and psychology classes. "How about coffee instead then? I have a project to finish too..." you said, combing his hair out with your fingers, making it lay flat once more. "That sounds nice..." he muttered, the sensation of you playing with his hair almost making him fall asleep on the spot. "Yeah, I don't think you drinking that many energy drinks is healthy. Or not sleeping for four days. Let me get dressed, fix my hair, and we can head out, yeah?" You scolded at first, softening your tone.

"You look like shit," he insulted as you two walked to a coffee shop. "You're one to talk. When was the last time you washed your hair? Who are you, Snape?" You joked back, knowing his hatred for the character. 'He treated a kid like absolute shit because the kid's dad used to bully him in school. Oh, and his obsession with a girl who just saw him as a friend, but we're not going to talk about it.' He always said that when you asked him about why he hated Snape. It was funny to you because you had never met someone besides yourself that had that much genuine hatred towards a fictional character. "Ew, compare to anyone but him. Anyone," he said, genuinely grossed out by the fact you'd compared him to that character. "You really should take care of yourself more though. I need you to last me my whole life dude," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mhm, if I remember correctly, promise 40 was if we were still 28 and we were single, we'd marry each other," he chuckled. You laughed. "Well, yeah. We keep our promises, you got that?" You said, punching his shoulder. "Ow, what was that for!" He whined, laughing. "I don't know. I don't want to go back to that apartment. I need to stay out of that, school is just... taking a toll on me. When we finish school and get jobs, I hope it's easier... Let's go on an adventure today," you said, leaning onto him. He thought for a bit. His project was almost done, and it was due in three days. He was running on no sleep, 5 energy drinks a day, and the occasional coffee you brought him.. Taking time off for you was worth it. He could finish the project tomorrow. You were worth that and more to him. "Sure what kind of adventure?"

"A little birdie told me you'd be up here," you said once you had opened the door to the roof. He turned around, facing you. "Really? Let me guess, Chishiya?" He stated. . He had his gun slung over his shoulder, and looked around boredly. You nodded. "How was your game?" You asked, going over, and sitting on the edge of the roof. He went over, sitting by you. "It went great. I'm alive, aren't I?" He stated sarcastically. You sighed, seeing as you were right. You had sensed it last night, but now it was more obvious. The games had changed him. For better or worse, you didn't know yet. "Mmm... and are the games any way to treat me differently? Because I'll hit you right now if you say yes," you threatened, glaring at him. He noticed your anger, but he guessed it could also be sadness. He'd left you alone for... how long had you said? 6 months? He didn't remember being gone for that long. Maybe time ran differently in the Borderlands than it did in the real world?

"No, it's not. Just know that I'm not going to act the same around you. I have a reputation here," he said, staring out. A light breeze brushed across the roof. A reputation? Well, you had noticed not many people coming up to talk to you all day. You heard whispers of 'that's the girl Niragi brought in. We should stay away from her.' So you assumed people feared Niragi. But you were curious. You know what they say, Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. "Tell me about it then. Tell me everything that's happened. All the good, all the bad, I want to know. So spill," you said. He sighed. He didn't want to tell you. A part of him was confused about it. He wasn't proud of the things he did, but on the other hand, he wasn't ashamed of them. The only thing stopping him was the fact that you were the only person who's opinion he cared about. The only person he had his whole life who cared about him the way he cared about them. You were the only reason he wasn't completely alone. "You want to know? Why?" He asked, putting up a defensive front. You shook your head, noticing it almost immediately. He had built walls in the games, you could tell. But that wasn't going to stop you. "Because you're my best friend,and I thought you had died. Because I want to know what you've been doing here? How'd you get such a high rank? When did you learn how to shoot? What's your specialty of the card games? Is it fun? Have you killed anyone?" You asked, going off on a small tangent. "Ok... let's do this. I've been playing the games, I got a high rank by playing the games, learned how to shoot here in the borderlands, surprisingly enough it's almost like shooting in a video game, my specialty are diamond games, yes it's extreme fun, and yes I have," he answered. You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. You had a suspicion there was worse he'd done, but you didn't want to know. He could keep it to himself until he felt comfortable to tell you. It felt like before, in a way... When you two would sit on the roof of some apartment complex down the street and watch the stars. Where your worries would go away, and you didn't have to worry about being the perfect daughter or the bullies. You were just (Y/N) and Niragi, the two kids. Because that's what you had been. Kids. When everything happened, you were kids. No kids should have been treated like how you two had been treated.

''I can't believe they broke your glasses," you muttered under your breath, brushing his hair out of his face. His bullies had gotten him while you were cleaning the classroom after class. He waited outside, but they decided to rough him up. The had beaten him up pretty badly. You had cleaned up the cuts and blood as much as you could, but it didn't change the fact his glasses were broken."It's fine..." he said, not wanting to look you in the eyes. "It's not fine, Sugu. You need your glasses, and glasses are expensive. Plus your dad..." you trailed off, seeing his hands beginning to shake. "Don't remind me..." he whispered. You hugged him, and whispered back, "You'll be ok. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, (N/N)."

"But I have to. Promise 1, we promise to keep each other safe, remember?"

He sighed, and nodded. You were scared for him. You knew somehow, you'd get roped into it. You looked up at him, seeing him pick at the cement on the roof. "Eventually... we're going to have to go back. We can't stay here the whole night," he said. You frowned. "I don't want to go back. We should run away. Just the two off us."

"(L/N)?" Someone called out from behind you two. You turned to face the person. It was Ann. "Hatter would like to see you... Alone."

#alice in borderland #niragi #niragi×reader #plot is getting kind of weird now but ill fix it

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alfredhoe420 · 4 years

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soooo i got bored and decided to write some angst-it’s my first time writing angst so i hope it’s good-

background info:there’s powers and magic, mason is the asshole ex boyfriend while emerson is the ‘villain’ not-boyfriend-but-want-to-date new guy, ENJOY

tagged: @thewaywardimpala @literally-magnus-bane

Emerson was flipping through his book, probably searching for a spell of some kind. Although I really don't see the point in doing this now. Would have been better when they were just shouting. Mason starts to throw potions from the wall Emerson.

“EM, DUCK!” I thankfully warn him before any of the bottles hit him. I'm useless at the moment, I should have known better than to follow mason here.

“All you have done is cause trouble to this town, you've destroyed half the buildings!” Mason is apparently multitasking now, throwing objects and throwing insults. “On top of all that your a horrible arch nemesis”

“Didn't know that's what I was, thought I was just the extremely handsome star quarterback” I swear if Emerson survives this I am so killing him myself. I give him my best are-you-kidding-me look.

“ Mason, we can just talk about this,!” I turned to Mason trying to get him to hear me out. “Lets just go home there's no reason for this fighting” I try to walk towards him with my hands up to maybe calm him slightly. I get lifted from the floor and start moving backwards. I quickly feel sharp pain throughout my body.

“You fucking prick!” I hear Emerson shout as I feel myself drop to the floor. I can already feel the tears in my eyes as I try to get my breathing back, the ringing in my ears never leaving. I keep my eyes to the floor as I try to focus my breathing. The mix of ringing and pounding in my head was not helping. There must be some way I can get everyone out in one peice. I can’t call the police or they would arrest Emerson, I dont have anyone besides the firm but they wouldn't understand. I raise my eyes from the floor to see Mason taking a more defensive stance. The furniture around me starts to float. I look over to Emerson who looks to be saying something although I can't seem to hear anything. The floating furniture starts to break apart and fall to the floor.

“ How did you just do that!’ Since when was Mason so loud. I try to get my vision to even out.

“ i'm not telling you a prick like you”

“ not very creative with those insults.”

“Jeez why would anyone date you!.” I start to glare at Emerson, I see him look my way giving a small sorry before turning back to Mason.

“HEY! Don't look at her, she's not a part of this.” I really was saying that i'm the whole reason that they were even in the same room, but it was probably a bad time to even think about that. “ Since when fighting has turned into throwing insults, start throwing punches, you shit”

“ this turned into an insult match when you lost your floating items” Guess even in a time like this Emerson will be a smartass. Mason starts to move forward, he's using his power to float some leftover furniture into the air. Emerson stays in his place, why isn't he moving? Shouldn't he be moving? Isn't that how fighting works? I center my feet on the ground using the wall as my support, taking my eyes away from the fight is probably a bad idea but I have to get up if I want to solve any of this, I slowly move from sitting to resting myself on my knees, resting to let the pounding in my head settle before I move more. I take a breath in before giving a push of energy to stand. My head started spinning more. I could tell there was shouting and breaking going on but everything was mumbled and sounded watery. I keep my hand on the wall hoping to get the spinning to stop, I fall back to sitting, shit that wasn't the plan. I see the blurry outline of items that were once floating now on the floor and what looks like a broken potion by Mason’s feet. Em must have thrown a power weakener. Emerson still isn't moving, he must know that the potion can only last so long.

“Mason please, listen to me.” He finally turns to look at me,”please let's just go home”

“Really you want to go home with that asshole! He literally just threw you against a wall” Why is Emerson speaking i'm trying to help him. I take my eyes off of Mason to look at Emerson.

“Emerson this is not your relationship, I loved him”

“Exactly ‘Loved’, you wouldn't know what love was if it hit you in the head” Now that one hurt, I’m sure my face showed it. Emersons face quickly turned to shock as he probably realized what he said. As if he could say anything he doesn't know what love is either. I didn't realize I was crying but I can taste the tears on the corner of my lips. I look over to Mason, he looks bored of what's going on.

“Can we wait till after I throw you into jail for the sob story to appear?” He starts to float the broken furniture again, the potion seemed to wear off. I don't even bother to look over to Emerson. I had been sitting the whole time, but at this point I just want to get out of here. The door was behind Mason,if I can get up I might be able to turn invisible long enough to get myself at least to the door without them noticing. I glance from the door to their fighting, they seem to be busy shouting at each other. I plant my feet on the ground in a running position. Hopefully I can make it to the door without passing out. Once I get out the door I don't know what to do. I give a final glance over to the fighting. Emerson has turned more defensive while Mason is going full offence. I see Mason get ready to throw what looks like a broken leg of a table at Emerson, my heart hurts thinking about him not getting out of this alive. I can't think that I have to run while they're distracted.

“That's all you got! How would you like it being thrown at you!”

I close my eyes and focus on getting the power to run . It's been awhile but I hope it works. I open my eyes and see my hands and feet have disappeared. I look up to the door and sprint as fast as I can. I’m at the door when I feel a sharp pain throw my back. I look down and see I'm no longer invisible and seem to have the table leg through my stomach.

“That wasn't the plan,” I mutter as I feel my legs give out under me.

“SYDNEY! Oh no, shit! It's gonna be okay” Emerson has run up to me and is kneeling by me. I look over his shoulder and see Mason on the ground with a broken potion by his feet. “It's just a knockout potion, look at me please,” I look into his eyes although they're starting to get blurry at this point, “I'm so sorry I didn't think he would dodge it so quickly. If I knew you were behind him I wouldn't-” I shush him. He's going on a tangent and I can tell he's starting to panic. I slowly move as best I can to rest my head on his shoulder. I can feel his tears starting to fall onto me. “I promise everything is going to be okay. Come on, let's go, I have to get you to a hospital.” He starts to get up but I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“What have I said about promises you can't keep.” My voice is weaker than I thought it would be. “Just,stay please.” I pull him back down. “If I don't make it I don't want my last memories to be running to a hospital.” I look up to where he's now sitting in front of me, I bring my hand up to his face,”please let me have my possibly last moments be of you and, “ I bring both my hands to hold his face. “This amazing face of yours.” he leans into my hands and smiles and throws tears. The room starts to get darker and I can feel my hands getting heavier. I take my hands from his face and lean into his chest. He brings me closer and I feel him bringing me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me.

“Please don't go '' I hear him say above me, his voice sounds like it's breaking but it's getting quieter. I'm surprised I've lasted this long.

“We both knew this day would arrive,” I pushed myself further into his arms. “Emerson?” I look up at him as he pulls away slightly to be able to look at me. I pull my hand from my side and rest it on his face. “Thank you for showing me what my worth is, and for teaching me to never settle for anything or for anyone.” I know my own tears are falling and I can feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness. “I know you're not gonna believe me but I want to thank you for also teaching me that what is right and wrong aren't as clear as black and white” I can barely get my words out as I'm crying and trying to keep my breathing going. “ I'm not gonna have my last words be a sappy I love you. because that's not true, I’m not gonna lie and say I love you when it's not true.” My breathing is slowing. I try to keep it going so I can just finish what i need to say. “I might not love you but I know I now have the capability to love you, and I wish I had more time to do that.”

“Sydney I-” why is he talking now he has so many chances to. My tears fall faster.

“I care so much about you Emerson,” I feel my breathing start to give out. The adrenaline is wearing off and the pain is kicking in. I've been looking into his eyes but never really registering them in my brain as I've been talking. “Your eyes look amazing in this lighting.” I laugh out loud when I feel my last breath as I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes.

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