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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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chiba
december 10, 2020
Chie normally doesn’t make a habit out of following strangers home on the subway and having sex with them, but she has to admit that she’s always been kind of stupid when it comes to falling in love, and ending up in a strange woman’s apartment.
She’s not even gay most of the time, and can’t put to words what made her follow this woman with medium-ish hair in blue. A reminder of the past, probably. What surprises her most is when the woman turns her head around when she gets off at a stop and smiles at Chie. There’s an unspoken contract there. Chie follows the woman three steps behind, letting her arms swing out casually and tries to not look too suspicious. The woman gives the doors a little push to let Chie slip through, and takes the stairs up to the eighth floor. She leaves the door open for Chie, and once Chie enters, pulls Chie in and, wordlessly, shuts the door behind her.
*
The woman’s name is Amachi, and Chie barely knows anything about her except there’s something incredibly familiar about her, and that Chie really can’t believe this is happening. She hasn’t even talked with Amachi, just a few glances and looks and then she’s, abruptly, head-over-heels in lust with this person she’s never even met.
She notices all sorts of things that are probably completely irrelevant: that Amachi speaks with the slightest of city accents, one she doesn’t bother to disguise because it sounds normal to her; that Amachi has writing calluses, and a scar on her hairline that dips slightly. An accident with a bike, she says later, when they’re sitting on opposite sides of the bed, Chie with her legs crossed and facing Amachi, Amachi with her back turned and legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
There is a funny sense of guardedness with Amachi, one that Chie doesn’t feel with herself. Chie feels like she can tell Amachi many things, that she’s a police officer, that she’s from Inaba, that she wants to see Amachi again. All Amachi will tell her are things about her body: explanations of the many small, peculiar scars on her body (“Acid burn,” she says, when Chie traces a small burn on her back, a smaller version of the ones Chie has on her arms and legs from the TV), little, smiling confessions of the effort she goes through to look good, an admission that she has her hair cut like this because the hairdresser’s hand slipped, and they spent nearly half an hour working it into something more manageable.
Will I see you again? Chie asks.
A hesitation. Amachi says, Maybe, and asks where Chie is staying in the city.
*
The next day, Ryuzaki’s trying to set her up with someone. She brushes him off. She’s waiting for a woman she’s met only yesterday to call her, which might be an impossibility, but either way, she’s in no shape or form up for anything resembling a date except for a second one. She is, very suddenly, hungry: hungry to know Amachi better, hungry to see her again, hungry for reasons she could not explain, one that went deeper than lust, or maybe it didn’t. Either way, she’s completely infatuated, so deeply and so thoroughly that she’s not even afraid of it. When Amachi comes to see her, she’s wearing make up and looks like she just got off of work. Amachi, Chie realizes, is good looking, good looking and so put together that it looks almost as though looking good is part of her job.
Hi, Chie says. She’s wearing sweats. She doesn’t feel out of place at all, even as she takes Amachi by the wrist and leads her in.
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Chie kisses her.
Very, Amachi says, her eyes bright, much.
*
Amachi says her life isn’t very interesting, and Chie winds up speaking a lot about her life as a police officer and her life in Inaba. That seems to be what interests Amachi the most: childhood and adolescence, stories of Chie’s dog and her high school and the people there. Chie thinks it’s really quite boring, but to someone like Amachi, it must be fascinating. Amachi looks like one of those people who Chie would normally get excited to meet, the kind who act like they were born from the union of steel and glass and human flesh, but Chie doesn’t feel guarded around her at all. Barely feels anything except a dopey kind of stupidity that makes everyone ask her if she’s really all right.
Chie could get drunk on Amachi’s voice, so maybe it’s best that she does most of the talking.
*
Amachi visits Chie eight more times. Then, one night, she says, in a voice that sounds too familiar, is everything Chie’s ever wanted to hear, Chie’s name.
Amachi’s lipstick is smeared across Chie’s cheek and Amachi’s chin. Chie doesn’t know what to do: she’s stuck, frozen. The clouds have fallen before her feet, deposited her in some new, strange world where she’s slept with her MIA best friend. Not only slept with her best friend, but loved her more than she had ever loved or wanted anyone else. The thought makes her stomach jolt and unsettle, and in her mind something is crumbling.
She looks into Amachi’s eyes and says, Yukiko?
*
Chie spends the rest of the stay in Chiba searching for Yukiko. It’s no use. She rides on the subway and desperately tries to remember which way she turned and which stop she got off at, but she can’t. She wants to say, fuck Yukiko and the horse she rides on!, but that strange, crumbling thing is blowing dust into her eyes and she can’t think or see clearly enough to really process it: that Yukiko is in Chiba, that Yukiko is alive, that she saw Yukiko and didn’t even recognize her.
That’s what hurts most, more than anything else. Maybe she’s always feared this: seeing and meeting and befriending Yukiko without ever knowing that it was her. Did Yukiko know? Probably. Chie can’t imagine Yukiko not knowing. So had she been led on, or were they both deceived?
Chie doesn’t know anymore. She wants Yukiko back. She wants those eight years with Yukiko back. She’s a police officer now, satisfied with her job and happy with the people she sees, maybe even a little glad Yukiko left, but that was before she met Yukiko again and before she realized how much she had missed. Eight years. A year of high school, four years of college, three years of gods knew what. All she can think about now is how beautiful Yukiko looks and always looked, how much and how little she’s changed. She wonders if Yukiko is out there thinking the same things about her, or if she’s really gone, never to return.
When it’s time to leave the city, Ryuzaki leans in and tells her that she looks like a complete wreck, what a number that chick did on her. Chie nods, too dazed to really process anything more than a flame that alternately burns her, and warms.
then love checks in, trips a wire
skips the bill, sets a fire
and leaves the wreck that's left behind
with one desire, one desire
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