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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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Yosuke's eyes widened. H-holy shit. She wasn't thinking of...they couldn't want to...
His Shadow rocked back on its haunches, laughing long and loud. Saki's Shadow joined in, clutching her stomach as she moved away, giving a high, cackling laugh that he'd never heard his senpai use. All of her bad feelings personified...everything repressed laid bare. He didn't stand a fucking chance.
Yosuke tried to pull himself up onto his elbows again; Saki whirled around, hair obscuring her face, shoved him down hard. All the air went out of Yosuke's lungs in one great whoosh as he collapsed against the floor with a choking sound.
"I'll leave you to it, then." his Shadow said, voice full of mirth. "Have fun, Hana-chan...it's the last you'll ever have."
Yosuke gritted his teeth as his own Shadow leaped away, out of the liquor store to god knows where; Saki was circling around, humming wickedly to herself, finding some rope stashed in between the barrels. He tried to pull away as she began to bind his hands to the table leg; a sharp slap to his cheek sent him down again, groaning in pain. Saki's hands were fast and nimble; soon enough, he was bound securely, unable to move. The Shadow circled around again, looking him over appraisingly before sinking to her knees in front of him.
"What are you gonna do to me...?" Yosuke ground out, his voice strained. Saki let out a light giggle, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
"What do you think, Hana-chaaaan?" she purred, tugging down his zipper, pulling away his pants. "I'm gonna give you what you always wanted...me."
Yosuke gritted his teeth harder as Saki leaned forward, slipping off his glasses, reducing the world to a mess of fog. He tugged at his restraints to no avail.
"You're not her, damnit!" he rasped. Saki's Shadow let out another giggle.
"What are you talking about? You heard the cool version of you. I'm her, and she's me~"
It appeared that Yosuke had no choice in the matter. Cool air hit his legs as the Shadow discarded his pants; he felt himself tremble as his underwear joined them, leaving him hanging limply in the chill of the store. Saki let out an unimpressed noise - 'hmph' - and turned away from him, disrobing herself. The store was deadly silent now, save for the hum of the glowing refridgerators. There was nothing to distract Yosuke from watching the Shadow, the spitting image of Saki Konishi, her smooth, beautiful back revealing itself to him as she slid off her uniform, sending it scattering to the side. Yosuke felt a rush of shame go through him as he slowly hardened, unable to tear his eyes away; without those yellow eyes on him, this was his fantasy made true, more and more of Saki-senpai being revealed to him. The skirt joined the pile of clothes; the stockings after that. Saki brushed her hair over her back as he reached complete hardness, biting his lip to hold back the groan. Saki ran her hands down her sides, up again. She glanced over her shoulder, yellow eyes and dark expression smiling a predatory grin.
"Now, Hana-chan..." Saki purred, turning back to face him; her arms were up, covering her breasts. Yosuke felt his length twitch with need. "I can see you're all nice. And. Ready."
The shoes were kicked off; Yosuke couldn't have looked anywhere else in the world as she slid down her panties, achingly slow, leaving her utterly bare in front of him. Yosuke's eyes bulged as she kneeled in front of him, smirking wide.
"Hmm...which part of me have you fantasised about the most, I wonder?" she hummed, leaning in to ghost her hands over his legs, never touching, only hovering. "Did you jerk it to thoughts of me sucking you off, Hana-chaaan?"
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"You thought about filling my mouth with it, maybe...? Nah. You'd want a little more than that."
Her arms fell away; Saki's breasts bounced free. Yosuke thought helplessly that they seemed a bit bigger from the real Saki's ones...damnit, dude, this ain't the time!
"Why...?" he managed, his voice a helpless whimper. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Saki blinked, yellow eyes going wide before fading back into a wicked grin. "I'm not doing anything, Hana-chan. Not yet." she purred. Saki sat up, fondling a breast in each hand, putting on exaggerated moans for him. "Maybe you wanted to use these, huh? Put your dick between your senpai's breasts~"
Yosuke bit back a moan. He'd never been this hard in his life, what the hell, he was gonna die and what the hell was happening here...
Saki giggled again. She shifted up, hovering above him; one hand snaked down to finally, finally grasp his cock in her hand, the Shadow relishing the tiny sound of need that escaped him. She ran her nails across his cheek. Yosuke hissed as a tiny cut opened; Saki's Shadow leaned in to lick the blood away, giggling right into his ear.
"No...I know what you want." she said, hair brushing against Yosuke's cheek as she whispered in his ear. "You want the final frontier, right~?"
"The..." Yosuke choked. The Shadow gripped him tighter, sliding his ever so gently between her cheeks.
"Mhm. I get it now." she smiled. "Poor little Hana-chan had to whack it for so long to thoughts of this..."
Her grip turned painful, eliciting a yelp from the boy.
"Hana-chan wants to fuck his precious senpai...right in the ass."
Yosuke clenched his eyes shut. Saki dug her nails into his cock until they snapped open again, the boy making stranged noises of pain. He couldn't bear to look at her, this twisted version of his senpai, completely different from what he knew...
"Hmhm." the Shadow smirked. "I was right~ alright, Hana-chan. Let's get to it."
Yosuke's head whipped up. "H-huh?"
"What'd you think, Hana-chaaan?" Saki pouted, easing him further along, pressing against her back hole. Holy shit, she's really gonna do it... "I'm gonna take you all~ the way~ inside~"
Yosuke tugged at his bonds again, but there was no use; she had him pinned down with no way out. He could only watch and bite back moans as the Shadow did just that; squeezing him inside, inch by inch, letting out little mewls and moans with every bit. Yosuke tried to close his eyes, imagine it as the real Saki-senpai, but the Shadow grabbed his face with her free hand and kept his eyes on hers, staring right into those yellow imitations. Nothing like Saki-senpai's calm greys. Nothing at all.
A small thunk and the Shadow had him all the way in, letting out a satisfied moan as she settled in his lap. She ran a nail along his chin again, grinning, showing her teeth.
"Alright, Hana-chaaan...get ready." the Shadow said, her eyes lidding as she shifted up, down, up again. Yosuke felt his mind flood with pleasure. It was so fucking tight, he shouldn't be enjoying this...
"Y-you..."
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It felt too good for him to deny; tears did more than prick at his eyes as she sped up, groaning and moaning, cackling all the while about how Hana-chan must be trying his best, how his senpai would love to act like a whore for him. He barely lasted a minute before he felt pressure start to build up in his balls, signalling his climax.
"I...st-stop..."
"Stop~?" the Shadow pouted, her hair falling in curtains around his face. There was nothing in his vision but that hair, that face, those yellow eyes staring straight into his soul. "Why should I, Hana-chan? You wanted your senpai, and that's what you're gonna get..."
Yosuke groaned again, unable to hold back; he shifted his hips as much as he was able, twitching back and forth as he released himself into the Shadow's ass, earning a very loud, very fake moan. He drew out a shuddering breath as she stilled, letting out a few more dribbles of seed before dipping his head, clenching his eyes shut.
There was stillness for a moment.
Then the Shadow started again. Yosuke let out a sharp noise as his still-sensitive length had Saki's ass moving over it at a rapid pace. He couldn't lie, he'd thought of doing it like this with senpai once, but just once...not like this. This hurt.
"Awww, not having fun, Hana-chan?" the Shadow cackled, gripping hard onto his shoulders, moving at an even more frenetic pace. "But we're just getting started! You wanted your senpai, after all~"
Yosuke's vision started to blur, seeing nothing but the Shadow's eyes, hearing nothing but the tinkling laugh in his ears, full of cruelty and scorn. He thought briefly of Souji, laying broken mere feet away, before the Shadow pulled him in for a rough kiss, biting hard at his lower lip. Yosuke yelped in pain; the Shadow Saki pulled back, licking her lips.
"And now that all you're gonna get." Saki giggled; Yosuke wasn't sure whether that laugh had happened or whether it was just ringing in his ears, over and over.
"Until your very~ last~ breath."
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You didn't really kill Souji, though, right?
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It's way hotter than it should be, but people forcing themselves on Yosuke is simply a very good thing.
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Time blurred, motions melded into one another; the Shadow was tireless, pinning him to the ground with the strength of every bad feeling Saki-senpai had ever repressed. Yosuke gave up struggling after the third time he came, his mind drifting in a sea of blankness, staring dully at the cackling Shadow. She'd turned away now, facing the other way, Saki's gorgeous long hair bouncing and twining down her back with each thrust inside her. There were less jibes now, more groans coming from the Shadow; the silence would be too much otherwise. Yosuke clenched his eyes shut as an orgasm built up again, his penis searing in pain as it somehow - how, he had no idea, all he knew was that it fucking hurt - produced more sperm, the boy unable to hold back a small groan.
This was it, Yosuke realised; he was going to die, laying powerless in some freaky version of Saki-senpai's store. He couldn't even work up the energy to pull off those damn glasses, cursed to see Saki's shadow bouncing along on him, letting out low moans of enjoyment, causing jolts of pain to arc up through him with every smack of skin. Fucked to death. Hah. How many guys had thought this would be a pretty good way to go?
"Hana-chan~" the shadow cooed, not turning her face towards him. She didn't need to. The image of senpai's face, marred with those awful yellow eyes, would always stay with him. "Still alive for me back here, or is that..." she stopped, giggled. "Rigor mortis I'm feeling?"
Yosuke managed a small, tired noise. The Shadow purred her approval, redoubling her efforts. Fresh waves of pain jolted Yosuke back to conciousness. He wanted to protest, say something - stop, please, stop! - but his energy was long since spent. All he could do was lay there, exhausted, the pain keeping him lucid enough to feel every new jolt of hurt, every thrust of Saki-senpai's beautiful hips onto his. He could close his eyes, but they'd shoot open again at the next thrust. No real point, really.
Gradually - four orgasms later? Maybe it was five? He didn't even know anymore, only measuring the time by Saki-senpai's pleased squeals as her shadow reached climax, again and again - his mind began to drift, everything taking on a pleasant fuzziness. He thought of Chie; he'd been a real jerk to her, hadn't he? Snapped her DVD and everything. There was no way of getting out of this, but if he did, he'd apologise. She could do whatever she wanted to him. He'd never say anything bad to her again.
He thought of Yukiko; ever-present, silent and achingly beautiful at Chie's side. He'd only had the balls to ask her out that once, huh? Even if the two girls couldn't tell, there was totally something going on there. He'd apologise to them about his thoughts, too. It was kinda weird, how the thoughts of the two girls pleasuring him - ow, fuck! - had become such a mainstay fantasy. He'd never do that again either. He'd stop thinking of how weird it was, thinking of Chie in that way, and just say sorry. He'd do anything. Anything, anything, if he could just live, if he could somehow survive this and please, senpai, let me go...
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With a supreme effort, Yosuke moved his head a little to the side; Teddie's brightly-coloured form was still there, far too silent, far too still. He thought of Souji; they'd barely gotten to know each other, brought together by this damn world. The guy had died for him, damnit! He just...he just let everyone down. Even looking at Souji's form over there, laying silently against the ground, he...
He...wasn't there.
Yosuke blinked; a shadow drew up behind him. He managed to notice through the fuzz of pain and exhaustion that the head was almost entirely round.
"Yosuke..." came a voice; the boy made a small, choking noise. "Duck."
The Shadow's head - Saki's face - whipped around, dark yellow eyes squinting. Too late; she barely managed to hiss out a "You!" before the crowbar came swinging down. Yosuke felt bile rise in his throat as Souji drove the object right down into Saki's head, an unearthly screech of pain from her, caving her head in with a single strike.
Screaming, screaming, screaming. Yosuke felt his tired, abused penis sting as Souji brought the crowbar down again for good measure, crashing through skin and skull, causing the shadow to scream once more before dissolving, a sickly black substance fizzing down over Yosuke before disappearing completely into the ground.
Silence held for a moment before Souji bent down, undoing the bonds holding Yosuke in place. He could hear the guy panting for breath in his ear, feel the shaking of his hands as he tugged the ropes away. Yosuke felt himself be lifted up, shaking with exhaustion. He leaned heavily on the table, feeling a small measure of strength come back to him. Teddie was struggling to his feet as well, little sounds coming from every step as he staggered backwards, holding a hand to his head.
"I don't like this place very much, sensei...can we go back?"
"Yes." Souji said; he was stumbling over to where Yosuke's clothes had been discarded, gathering them up. "Let's go."
Yosuke stayed silent, raking in breaths, his entire body aching, one particular part throbbing with soreness. He wouldn't touch himself for months after this. Yosuke stayed silent as they headed back, leaning heavily against Souji as they walked.
Chie was almost in tears when they came out of the TV again; he'd never been happier to hear her yelling at him, to hear the persistent jingle of the Junes theme song. He enveloped her in a hug halfway through "You guys suck!", causing a startled noise from her as his feet gave way, practically sending both of them to the floor.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing, Yosuke? Get off me!"
Yosuke just smiled, too tired to move. "I'm sorry, Chie." he managed. "For...everything."
"Huh...?" Chie replied; Yosuke felt himself get lifted up again as Souji tugged him to his feet. He didn't even care if people started to stare. "Sheesh, you idiot...what did you do in there, anyway?"
Yosuke gave a weak laugh, hand gripping the front of Souji's shirt as he leaned against his shoulder. That'd probably be a bit much to tell just now, he figured; hopefully, it'd forever stay between him, Souji, and Teddie.
None of them really needed to know just what the Shadows could do.
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Though without Yosuke's Persona, they're all kinda screwed when it comes time to fight Chie's Shadows.
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Souji felt a tap on his shoulder at lunchtime; he'd decided to stay behind and study, picking at a packed lunch that hadn't turned out too well as he pored over his notes. He glanced sideways to see Chie, looking concerned, her bottom lip turned out in a pout. He tilted his head in a questioning manner, mouth still full of food.
"Hey, Souji-kun? Have you noticed anything...different about Yosuke lately?"
Souji reflected, head tilting back to catch the fading fall sunlight. "Yeah, a little. He seems very different."
"Mn!" Chie replied, nodding energetically. "He's really...polite, and thoughtful! I don't get it...did something happen in the TV? Oh, or maybe he's got a really bad cold..."
Souji stared off into space for a moment before shaking his head, hair falling in his face. "Maybe." he murmured. "It was a very tough time for him."
That pout continued to persist as Chie sighed, shifting in her chair. She didn't want to admit it, but she was more than a little worried about him; his personality seemed to have done a complete 180. The first thing that he'd done once he was up to coming back to school - even open, honest Souji was completely tight-lipped about what had happened, only that Yosuke had been through a lot and didn't wish to talk about it - was take her and Yukiko out to replace her Trial of the Dragon and buy them a big, steak-based lunch besides. She wouldn't say that it was a bad thing, of course - as surprised as she was, she wasn't gonna turn down such a heartfelt apology - but such a huge change was worrying, to say the least. Not even considering how he seemed, slowly, to be winning over Yukiko. They were hanging out a lot more, at the very least. Yosuke was always all smiles, leaving Souji and Chie on their own to walk her back to the inn when she needed to leave early. The other guys in class were teasing, but he just smiled and laughed it off. It wasn't Yosuke at all.
"I guess..." Chie mumbled, glancing across the room at the door; it had slid open to reveal Yosuke, talking animatedly to Yukiko, who was actually smiling back at him, even laughing a little. "It just seems like something's wrong, that's all."
Souji gave a shrug, setting down his pen.
"I can't really argue with that. But he'll tell us when he's ready."
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After dark, the nightmares came. They were all made of movement and sound, far more tactile than he would like; he'd groan and roll over in his bed, soaked in sweat as his memory replayed the events over and over. The heat of their bodies against one another would be right there, the clenching horror in his chest with those yellow eyes staring over his, the pinprick sensation of each hair brushing against his chest as Saki pounded herself, remorselessly and endlessly, on him. He hadn't touched himself since then, didn't want to touch himself; the one time he'd tried, achingly horny after a long day of idle Yukiko daydreams in class, he'd broken down into great, heaving sobs on the toilet, burying his face in his hands.
Then there was the laughter, the endless horrifying laughter that should have been Saki's but wasn't. It was twisted, warped, and everything felt as humid as that shadowy version of her liquor store. He never felt refreshed after them, waking with a gasp an hour before dawn, clutching a hand against his chest as his heart pounded harder than he'd thought possible. He was getting less and less sleep but pushing himself more and more. Maybe if he did better, acted nicer, made up for all the things that senpai's shadow had told him as they fucked on and on - all the times she'd secretly hated him, how he pissed others off, every little wrongdoing in his entire life accented with the slamming of her hips into his - then the nightmares would go away. He could move on. He could stop this.
Yosuke ran a ragged hand through his hair, willing himself to stop shaking. He wasn't gonna get any more sleep tonight...better to get up and study. Clean his room. Something. Anything.
Who needed sleep anyway, right?
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Yosuke slid easily into his seat, Souji and Chie immediately clamming up as he offered them a big, easy grin, Yukiko following quietly to settle into her own. His personality had taken a turn for the better, that was for sure; even newcomer Souji could detect the abrasiveness smoothing away. He seemed to be thinking before he spoke, ready to do anything for anyone.
It reminded him of himself more than he cared to admit. Souji offered a small smile back to Yosuke, then gave a sideways glance to Chie. Better to continue that later. Yosuke began to talk - small things, their schoolwork, the teachers, how Ebihara-san had been acting really weird around Kou lately - and Souji nodded and smiled, letting him and Chie steer the conversation as he fell back into reflection.
They hadn't spoken about the TV World since Yosuke had been dragged back, half-dead and utterly exhausted, that one day. Every time he mentioned it, Yosuke clammed up and refused to talk about it, even going so far as to drop the conversation entirely under the pretense of his father calling him. Souji knew he never set his phone on silent; the other boy had been told off one too many times in class for interrupting the lecture with a blaring pop-rock ringtone. It would have been a lot easier if Souji could remember much at all...he'd spent a long time inside the TV World a few days later, Chie at his side, conversing with Teddie; neither of them could remember much after Yosuke's Shadows had beaten them unconcious. His glasses had skidded somewhere away from him when he finally came around, and his memory was sketchy at best; all Teddie had seen was Souji standing over a half-naked Yosuke, crowbar in hand. All Souji could see was what looked like a monster attacking Yosuke. He had half an idea - there were only so many reasons a Shadow would get naked, after all - but saying that to Yosuke seemed a terrible idea. Just the thought of the TV World put a dangerous expression in Yosuke's eyes.
Souji's attention was sharply brought back as Chie yelled right beside him. Evidently - like he couldn't guess it from the way Yukiko was blushing, and the way Yosuke was grinning - Yukiko had consented to Yosuke buying her lunch on Sunday.
On Saturday night, Yukiko Amagi was kidnapped and thrown into the TV.
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Sunday morning, Junes grocery department. Souji shrugged the weight of the crowbar inside his satchel further up his shoulder; Chie stood at his side, greaves tucked neatly away into her backpack. Yosuke was fixing a display of apples, squeezing each one experimentally. Even when he wasn't working, he was working, it seemed.
"We're going into the TV today, Yosuke." Souji said; the boy's shoulders twitched, his entire posture stiffening. "Are you coming?"
It took a few long moments before he opted to respond, still not turning to face them. Souji saw Chie about to speak and held a hand up subtly; he needs a second. Give him time.
"...uh, n-no thanks. You guys go ahead." he said. The strain in his voice was small, but noticeable. "I'll keep watch out here, yeah?"
"We need a third." Souji replied; calm, even, almost unconcerned. Putting pressure on him wouldn't work. It was killing the other boy just to mention it, he could tell. "This isn't just talking to Teddie today."
Yosuke turned ever so slightly, glancing over a shoulder at him; Chie took in a breath at how he was struggling to smile. "...huh? You guys aren't making any sense."
This time, it was Chie's turn to give a small sigh, shifting her footing. Souji could sense her fiery determination; she'd be dragging them both in by the collar if she could, issues or no issues.
"Don't you know?" she asked. "Yukiko got kidnapped last night, Yosuke...we think she's in the TV."
Yosuke stiffened again, a small, choked sound escaping him. Nobody could have kept up with the whirl of emotions within him. He'd come so close, pushed himself to get over it, as long as he didn't think about it everything would be okay he'd even managed a date with friggin' Yukiko Amagi and now the TV had taken that away from him too why had it done that why did it want to ruin his life don't think about don't think about it don't think about it just keep smiling and do your best and-
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"Better not have me dragging you down then, huh?"
Souji stared at him for a good few seconds before nodding, brushing his hair back into place, casting a glance over at Chie.
"Looks like we're on our own, then." he said. "Let's go."
Souji's hand found Chie's as they walked away, towards the electronics department, squeezing it reassuringly. He had backup with her and Teddie, at least. They could do this.
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Yellow eyes. Souji was getting very tired of yellow eyes.
Once again, it was just him and Teddie; it appeared there was more than met the eye to Chie, judging from the mocking, self-hating speech that her Shadow spewed, grinning with the same face as his classmate except for those damn yellow eyes. At the very least, he thought grimly as he brought the crowbar up to block that vicious whip from lashing across him again, he'd been right in his observations about the two girls.
Not that that was a great deal of help when his legs finally gave out, sending Souji tumbling to the ground at the Shadow's feet. This time, however, he got lucky; it appeared Teddie had learned something from their last defeat, the bear lunging forward with claws extended - where had he gotten those? Did it matter? - catching the Shadow across its face with a vicious swipe. The thing, the monster that wore Chie's face and was now some grotesque, entirely unsubtle imagery, arched backwards with a screeching cry, its carriers tumbling to the ground and splaying it out everywhere, whips temporarily useless.
Souji took the advantage. Every step sent a burst of pain through his very being as he stumbled towards it, joining Teddie in the merciless attack, hitting the Shadow again and again and again, drawing cries of pain as they drove claw and metal into its face over and over until it started to dissolve. Souji's eyes widened for a brief second, arms throbbing from the relentless attack; was that it? Had they beaten it?
The Shadow took the advantage. Souji felt blood spill, warm and sticky from his chest as the beast raked claws across his chest before getting Teddie's claws firmly stuck into its face, finally shrieking out a death rattle as it dissolved away underneath.
Souji had just enough presence of mind to summon Pixie, cast Dia on himself to close the wounds before falling back onto the ground. Chie's groans of pain quickly turned into shouts of concern as she rushed over to him. He held onto conciousness long enough to feel her cradle his head in her arms, see her yell in the face of her Shadow until she admitted it was right about all those things, see it turn into something else altogether...
Then his eyes lidded, he let out one shuddering breath, and he saw no more for awhile.
They couldn't do this alone. This time, it was Teddie who had to drag him out, Chie and Souji each leaning on a side of his oddly furry head until they could get pushed through the TV.
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Yosuke got worried when neither Chie, Yukiko, or Souji came to school on Monday; there was only so much one could chalk up to simple paranoia, after all. Something had happened. He stared at the screen of his cellphone for nearly five minutes before pushing the button. It occurred to him as it rang that in all the time in Inaba, the only people he still talked to in his cellphone memory were Chie, Kou and Daisuke (to a much lesser extent), and now Souji. Five rings before it picked up, Yosuke already starting to gnaw at his bottom lip.
"Mmmn?" answered Chie. "Hello, Chie speaking..."
A flash of his old self flaring up; she sounded fine! What the hell was up with making him worry about them? He was about to say something harsh - something Galactic-Punt level harsh, and boy did he never want to feel that pain again - but he bit it back, cooling his tone, letting the concern sound through.
"It's Yosuke. You guys weren't at school today."
"School...?" Chie repeated, dully. "Oh, shoot...wow, I really overslept. Mn, me and Souji were totally wiped out after-"
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"...after yesterday." she finished. "Something came out of me, a-and...Souji and Teddie barely survived. I would've died if they weren't there."
Her voice was shaking. Yosuke thought about yellow eyes, smooth skin, and that lancing pain in his groin that still dully ached whenever he crossed his legs. Yosuke's voice shook a little too, but he forced it down again.
"I know what you mean." he said. "...did it, uh, do anything?"
"Like what?"
Yosuke was suddenly, acutely thankful that Chie's Shadow hadn't been like his, put her - maybe Souji? The image of her on top of him flashed for a second, and was gone - through all of that. Nobody else should ever have to go through that.
"N-nothing. I'm just glad you're safe."
"...we really need you in there, Yosuke." Chie mumbled. Damnit, he could see that pout already. "It's way too hard for just us. I've got a Persona now too, but...I don't think we can make it to Yukiko."
Yosuke stayed silent as Chie muttered for him to wait a second; he heard the clumping of her going upstairs, closing her door, letting out a ragged sigh as she probably ran a hand through her hair. He blinked as she spoke again, her voice raw with emotion.
"I'm so worried about her, Yosuke..."
Yellow eyes. Soft skin. Pain and torture and he'd never go back, never ever ever...he swallowed a fresh lump in his throat, clenched his fist and shut his eyes.
"What...what does Souji think?" he managed, tightly.
"He says it's your decision, and that we can't make you do it. That you need to do it in your time, but..."
But they didn't know how much time they had. Yukiko could be starving to death right now. Yukiko...damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit. Damnit...
"...don't make any plans for tomorrow." he ground out, teeth clenched, the pit dropping out of his stomach. "I-I'll try."
"Wh- really?"
She couldn't see it, but he nodded; tears were forcing themselves to the very edges of his eyes. Damnit, he wouldn't, he couldn't...he was just a useless bastard who nobody liked. Some wannabe hero who-
...hero.
"Just...for an hour. Tell Souji." he said, and snapped the phone shut.
The tiniest pinprick of hope welled within him as he sunk down against the wall, dry sobs coming from deep within, a cork bobbing in an ocean of fear. He buried his head in his hands.
What a piece of shit he was. All this, just to be a hero.
He almost hoped that he'd die this time for real.
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Awesome stuff, Anon.
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