*Nothing has really happened, but the premise is interesting*
Latest Update:Jun 14. 2023
Summary: I never asked to be ripped away from everything I knew and entrusted with a divine calling, but a mortals will can only last so long against a goddess. Surely someone in this borderline hentai world is overpowered enough to send me home, right?
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14187693/1/My-New-Life-as-a-Shinto-God-is-Troublesome-as-Expected
Word Count:9k
Chapters:3
"Check."
Slender fingers released the Bishop she had just moved and regarded the teenager in front of her. Despite her currently advantageous position Sona was, surprisingly, on the back foot. Her opponent was skilled, that much she was certain of.
His slow and defensive play style had allowed her to take the lead, capturing a poorly defended Bishop he had placed too aggressively and two Pawns that had barely left their starting position. Despite the early disadvantage, his face showed no sign of frustration or disappointment; cold, dead eyes staring resolutely at the board.
The silence from her opponent was a welcomed reprieve from some of her more, boisterous challengers.
With nothing but the soft slide of felt on wood with her turns, and the heavier clacks of her challenger, the game had carried on to the point where it was now. Her Queen was gone, captured in an uneven trade where he had sacrificed his own Queen and a Pawn for her Queen and Knight. The one Bishop the Heiress had left stood proud, the piece being used to get her opponent in 'check', but little else remained on her side, with 3 pawns, a Knight and a Rook.
In contrast, her dark haired opponent had a Pawn one tile away from promoting (thankfully blocked by her Rook) and two others still together near his King, both Knights, a Rook and a Bishop. Already Sona could see two different ways to counter her move, and the way his rotten gaze narrowed told her he saw it too.
Was this the beginning of the end for her unbeaten record?
Suddenly, her heart started racing at the implications. Whether it was fear, anger, frustration or something else Sona wasn't sure. She could envision the remaining moves, the possible counters, and the more she thought, the more she was sure her loss was inevitable.
All game neither of the two had spoken a word, but there was no need. As well as the strategic and tactical aspects of the game, the other reason Sona loved chess so much was the way it let her subtlety discern and dissect the mind of whoever she played.
Cautious. The way he opted for a slow opening, only moving forward when he was sure of the advantage.
Protective. The way he sacrificed his pawns to protect the others, it was a wonder he still had three remaining.
Pride. The faintest of smirks when he had blindsided her with a move she hadn't predicted, followed by the near imperceptible nod he gave himself.
Above all else, at the forefront of her observations, one word kept repeating itself.
Logical.
It was no surprise, given the nickname both faculty and student body had given the boy in front of her.
Monster of Logic.
To her, the moniker was ironic considering her true nature and that of the Student Council. Still, she could not deny there was some credence to his unofficial title. During their game, every move he made was done with a clear end goal, reading the style of play she had decided for that match from the opening moves.
From there, he had followed each and every turn to its logical conclusion. And currently? The logical conclusion was that Sona Sitri, Clan Heiress and Pure-Blooded Devil , was about to lose her first chess game and suffer all the consequences that came with it. To a human.
Alledgedly. She had her own theories on who he really was, but nothing concrete. No smoking gun.
His hand reach across the board and toppled his own King.
What?
"I resign. Good game, Shitori-Kaichou."
What?
Let it be said that Sona Sitri was not easily flustered or surprised (her Onee-Sama had made sure of that), yet still the one move she did not predict, let alone consider, had just been done. Looking up at the now standing individual she stared, really stared, in to his rotten gaze; desperate to find the answers she was looking for.
Had she misread him? Taken his earlier performance and overestimated his skill? No, that wasn't it. They had both saw the winning moves and the lack of response her pieces could muster in time. Was he doing this out of consideration for her reputation? Perhaps, but with no other witnesses and his well-known lack of friends to back him up who would believe Kuoh Academy's resident loner won a chess match against the Souna Shitori.
Hikigaya Hachiman was an enigma; a complex riddle written in a language unknown to her. And she had every intention of solving it.
Her stare didn't let up, and Sona could tell that the seconds that had ticked by were well past what was considered polite. Then she saw it. A small wisp of black miasma had leaked from his left eye, a sliver of magical energy releasing with it.
When she felt the energy pass over her it was if a presence had settled over her soul, cutting her connection to the power of her clan. Slightly panicked, she tried overloading her body with magical energy. After a slight resistance the formless magic exploded out of her body, rattling the chess pieces from their recent game.
If Hachiman had noticed the wild release of her magic he made no visible reaction, still staring unflinchingly at her like the god of war that was his namesake. But there was one thing that had changed, even if his face had not. His previously dead, rotten eyes had sharpened, and they were positively brimming with power.
Then he blinked and like a switch all semblance of the supernatural had vanished from his person. With still with no response from the student council president, Hachiman gave a quick bow that was more of a nod and started to head towards the door.
Dazed, confused, excited. Sona cleared her throat.
"Yes, good game Hikigaya-san. I wouldn't mind to play again some time."
The offer floated in the air, innocently phrased but with an almost suffocating weight for the one it was addressed to. His feet betrayed him and Hachiman paused mid-step, losing the one chance he had at feigning ignorance or selective hearing.
His mouth betrayed him next.
"Sure."
It seemed pretty girls with dark hair would always hold sway over him. He most definitely had a type.
With nothing more to add Hachiman opened the door and left. Body slouched forwards and hands in his pockets he walked out, making himself seem smaller than usual.
The entire time Sona's eyes had never left his form as he effortlessly weaved his way through the crowd of students, slipping beneath the notice of everyone. Gone was the confidence he had when they had played their impromptu chess game. Gone was the unwavering resoluteness when they had stared in to each other's souls. In its place was a teenager who seemed to do everything in their power to fade in to the background.
Who are you really, Hikigaya-san?
Sona Sitri had a taste of the mystery that was Hikigaya Hachiman and it wasn't enough. She wanted, no, needed more.
She had taken a single glimpse in to Pandora's Box.
Next time she would crack it wide open.
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14187693/1/My-New-Life-as-a-Shinto-God-is-Troublesome-as-Expected