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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
In this scintillating post ( Read more... )
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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