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Oh gracious, I turn a blind eye for just a sexond and the second post fills up! Darlings, sweetpeas, do please forgive my tardiness. I bring you now our third installment of the fantasticousity, and would indeed love to, ah, beg your pardon in being so late about it.
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART THREE
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART THREE
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Dojima made detective at age twenty-seven, filling out their income comfortably. The manila folder marked "SATOU CHISATO" grew fatter as well, stuffed with newspaper clippings from all over the globe of strange happenings reported around the time Chisato showed up at the Inaba P.D. Japanese papers, American ones - there was even one in Swahili. No answers were given, though, and the Dojimas settled into a comfortable routine. Her name was legally Chisato Dojima now, so it didn't matter as much who she had been before. She was his wife, now. He still collected information on the sly, but he stopped questioning her outright.
There was no mention of the Tower in conversation ever again. However, Chisato would repeat that rhyme - always in English, always in that singsong voice. Dojima learned what the rhyme meant, so when she said, "Give my love his fondest wish," he would always reply, "My fondest wish is you, my dear." She would always beam and kiss him, or sometimes do more than just kiss. They were young and in love, and life was near perfect.
There were some odd incidents, though, but only enough to warrant a double-take or two.
Dojima would notice that there were a lot more mild earthquakes in the area ever since she moved in. He didn't notice the shaking, but once, he was watching Chisato make a cup of coffee. The mug she wanted to use was just out of reach, and as she reached for it, there must have been an earthquake, because it jittered and jumped - slowly - right across the counter into her hand. She smiled (oh, that smile!) as if this were the most natural thing in the world, put the cup under the coffee maker, and hit a button.
Earthquake. Yeah, must have been.
There was also the time they were discussing the pressure of high school entrance exams. Chisato went on and on about her own - how she was put into a small room and asked a barrage of questions by two men in yellow suits. How she was given toys such as Rubik's cubes and other manipulatives, and was tested on how fast she could solve them.
It was a special school, she had said. A special school with a focus on psychology.
Right. Dojima had been taught (often through a swift smack to the head by his drunken father) to never pry when it came to family. So he didn't.
Life rolled on for the next ten years, and then Chisato begin having morning sickness. Two were about to become three, and Dojima couldn't have been happier.
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Chisato's pregnancy was a nightmare. Her hands and feet swelled up to monstrous proportions. She had dizziness, fevers, and relentless vomiting. The doctor finally put her on bedrest for the last three months of her time, and as she lay in bed, Dojima could do nothing but wash her face with a cool cloth and listen to her endless, delirious raving.
Most of the time it was mumbling and nonsense, or non sequitors about the car or appliances or shops in town. But once in a while, it was about that Dark Tower thing she had mentioned the first night they had made love. He never forgot that little sermon, since it was so bizarre, so he knew exactly what she was talking about when she moaned that the Beams were breaking.
"Beams, beams broken. Gan! Gan help us! Why... why did I... I'm sorry! GAN!"
Dojima gripped her hand tighter when she talked about the Tower. He had no idea why - it was a stupid story that her parents, who were most likely in a cult, had told her - but it sent a wave of anxiety through him.
And the night when she moaned the words, "Abbalah! Ram Abbalah!" over and over again, he was nearly sick. He didn't want to hear those nonsense words ever again.
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When the big day came, Chisato lay on her hospital bed, straining and screaming. Blood ran out of her, and Dojima tried to look only at his wife's face. Breathe, he told her, and she did.
During her last push, Chisato gasped, looked directly in her husband's eyes, and choked out, "Bird and bear and hare and fish. Give my love his fondest wish!"
Dojima smiled and said, "My fondest wish is our family, my dear."
Their baby girl was born a minute later, with a shock of brown hair and the loudest voice either of them had ever heard on a child.
They named her Nanako.
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Nanako and Chisato bonded instantly, in an almost eerie way. Dojima noticed on many occasions that Nanako would almost never fuss. She would for a moment, and then Chisato would look down on her in her crib. Their eyes would lock, and Chisato would smile that smile, and that was that. The crying would stop instantaneously, and Nanako would smile back.
It was heartwarming, and downright scary at times.
As Nanako grew up, she and Chisato rarely spoke to one another. They would smile at each other, and nod, and sometimes giggle. Being a detective, Dojima knew quite a bit about body language and nonverbal signals, but this was far beyond what he had ever seen. It was almost as if they had an invisible cord passing information between their minds. Dojima was intensely unsettled by this. It felt at times as though the two of them were the real family, and he was the one bringing home the money and sleeping under the same roof, nothing more. Nanako loved her father - there was no doubt about that - but his interactions with her were superficial at best when compared with the bond she shared with Chisato.
One day, Dojima had had a particulary bad day at work. Some idiot had bought a gun on the black market and was going around robbing the stores in Inaba. The residents were terrified, and his phone was ringing off the hook.
He came come to find his wife and daughter drinking tea together, smiling their smiles almost in sync, saying nothing.
That was too much. Dojima sent Nanako to bed and confronted his wife in the kitchen.
"I don't ask a lot of questions, Chisato. I know you love me and are faithful and that's all I ask of you. But this business with Nanako is giving me the creeps. I see you two act like that, and I wonder if I'm cracking up."
Chisato sighed and said, "The mother-daughter bond is the strongest in the world, Ryotaro. She is my child, and my love for her is like no feeling I have ever had before. Just being near her is enough for me. We don't need to talk."
Dojima scowled. "It's more than that, Chisato. You've been hiding something for twelve years. I need to know what it is, now!" She turned on her heel, as if to walk to the bathroom, and Dojima grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Tell me, dammit!"
When Dojima saw the look on his wife's face, he let go of her wrist in horror. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean it. I guess I'm just jealous. Please, let her have some time with her dad, OK? And... and stop just sitting with her like that. It's really giving me the creeps!" Chisato smiled at this, and Dojima hugged her tightly, taking in her smell.
For the rest of her life, Dojima kept wondering about her. His love for her and their daughter eclipsed this feeling, though, and the next year was like heaven.
He tried to hold on to his memories of that year when everything went to hell.
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