and doesn't the number six sound a lot like...? ;*
Oh my, everyone has been so patient. I take such a long time to hit my "peak," if you will, so I apologize for the delay!
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART SIXAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly perverse or adorably ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART SIXAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly perverse or adorably ( Read more... )
“And you’re not-”
“Yeah.”
Chie gives Kujikawa an odd look. Then she says, “Really?”
“It seems pretty straightforward to me,” Kujikawa says, but she bites her lip as she says it. “I mean… what other choice do I have, right? I’ve eaten normal meat, and I’m still so hungry that I feel like I could die.”
“Yeah,” Kanji says. “It always feels like that.”
“ I’ve already chosen to live,” Kujikawa says. “And I can’t give up before I find that jerk who did this to us.”
Which is, really, the only thing keeping any of them going. Souji puts a hand on Kujikawa’s shoulder.
Sometimes it bothers Yukiko a little, though. When they do find who did this to them-well, she doesn’t know. She supposes they’ll devour the person. And then what? They can’t keep doing this forever. She knows that she can’t, at least; but the only thing more frightening than planning her life around murders is the idea of starving to death; going berserk and eating everything in her way until someone (Souji-Chie) stops her. Once she starts thinking about it, she can’t stop. She puts a hand on top of Chie’s, which hasn’t left her forearm this entire time, and squeezes it.
*
Normally they go into the city to take care of these kinds of things, but today Souji says that he has someone else in mind. Someone, he says, who’s been bothering him lately.
They change into their other set of clothes: cheap, Junes-brand things that they’ll toss into the TV later. They wait until sunset, when the fog has rolled in, to make their move. Souji points out the person of interest: a boy wearing an orange shirt, huddled by the edge of the Samegawa. He has strange, vaguely fish-like eyes, and seems familiar for reasons that Yukiko finds hard to pin down.
“He was thrown out of his house a few weeks back,” Souji says. “I’m fairly certain that he’s mad. Keeps talking about devouring people.”
“Freak,” Yosuke says.
“It happens.” Souji shrugs. “He’ll be an easy pick. I’ve never liked him, anyway.”
“What?” Kanji says.
“I said that he’ll be an easy pick.”
“No, what you said after that,” Kanji says. “Senpai, ain’t that weird?”
“In what way?” Souji says.
They look into one another’s eyes for an unusually long time. Kanji looks down at his feet.
“Dunno, senpai,” he says. “Guess it’s weird to be eating in town.”
“Didn’t he go to school with us?” Chie says.
“Don’t recognize him,” Yosuke says, almost off-handedly.
Chie looks to Yukiko. Yukiko looks back. She doesn’t understand.
“Oh, never mind,” Chie says with a sigh. “Probably just my imagination.”
Rise’s quiet. She picks at her sweater. Yukiko wonders if she’s thinking about backing out. The prospect of that is strangely exciting. But then again, Yukiko still remembers what she tastes like, hot and warm on her tongue, even when she doesn’t want to remember. Eating beforehand was a good idea. Yukiko feels as though there are feathers, stabbing at her arms; Konohana-sakuya’s way of letting her know that if she doesn’t eat something soon, someone else will be in trouble.
“Man, hope there’s enough for all of us,” Yosuke says. “When can we go after him, partner?”
“Soon,” Souji says. “Just wait. He’ll be a little harder to take down, but he’s been well-fed until recently. Rise-chan, Chie-san, and Kanji-kun are going with me. Yosuke and Yukiko-san will stay back and make sure that no one comes.”
“What?” Yosuke says. “But-”
“That’s what I say,” Souji says. “And that’s final.”
Yosuke’s expression seems to become pinched. Then he says, “Fine. Be that way,” and stalks of. Souji watches Yosuke go. Then he says to Rise, “We can’t transform outside the TV. Not fully, at least.”
“So what do you do?” Rise says.
Souji shrugs. “We make sure that they don’t scream.”
*
Souji and the others head out ten minutes later. Yosuke comes back not long after that. He goes to the gazebo, scanning the road for cars and passersby. Yukiko follows him a second later.
“Man,” Yosuke says. “It’s not fair.”
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“You don’t like it?” Yosuke says.
“I don’t know if ‘like’ is the right word for it,” she says.
“Well, you are a girl, after all,” he says. He crosses his legs, and yawns. “We’ll be getting seconds. Think that’s what pisses me off the most. I hate it when I bite into something that someone else has already touched. Unless it’s partner’s. You know?”
“That’s… interesting,” Yukiko says, her mind already faraway. She can’t smell blood in the air just yet, so she takes that Souji is still setting up the ambush.
Yosuke sits up. “You feel that?”
She doesn’t. But she does hear something: a commotion coming from the road. Some boy running down the road, and another man chasing him, yelling, “Stop! Police! Hey, I mean it!”
“Great,” Yosuke mutters. “I’m going to tell partner. Can you distract them or something?”
“All right.”
Yosuke slinks off to the river. The noise of someone running closer gets louder. She can see a flashlight in the dark, followed by two shadows. What should she do, she wonders. It’s too dark for them to see her. There’s a chance that she might need to intervene in a more direct manner. She leaves the gazebo and stands on the side of the road. The laughter gets louder. She thinks the officer is Adachi-san, recognizable by his wheeze and crabbiness and general ineffectiveness.
“You can’t catch me!” the punk hollers. He’s running on a straight line. Adachi is maybe three hundred meters behind. As he runs by, Yukiko grabs the boy by the sleeve and yanks him onto the side of the road. The boy yelps; Yukiko puts a hand over his mouth. He bites, but it’s nothing she hasn’t felt before, and she tightens her grip on him. It’s strange how easy it is to subdue him; and she’s filled with the urge to bury her teeth into his neck, bite into the flesh. For a moment, she thinks about dragging this boy away and feasting, by herself, without any of the others knowing. She holds onto the boy’s mouth so hard that she feels something break inside of him. It seems like a tooth.
Ah. Better not, then.
When Adachi’s ten meters away, Yukiko pushes the punk back onto the road, and the boy falls down, grabbing onto his mouth and swearing and crying at the same time. She retreats, going into the deep grass.
“Got you!” Adachi says. Yukiko hears the metallic click of handcuffs. “Guess I’m better at this than I thought. Heh. Can’t believe you tripped like that.”
“Someone grabbed me!” says the punk. “There’s someone there-they tried to fucking smother me to death!”
“Save it for the station,” Adachi says. He doesn’t even shine his flashlight to the plains to check. But it seems that for a moment, he’s looking at her. Yukiko doesn’t move; she knows that a hunter responds best to movement, not color or shape. And after a while, she hears footsteps, headed presumably for the police cruiser. Adachi’s flashlight bobs and becomes dim and harder to see. She wipes her hand on the grass, which smells sweet and cloying. From the smell of it, the others have started eating. She hopes they’ll leave enough for her.
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as always, writing this makes me really hungry D:
and as always, captcha makes no sense. wtf?))
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This group. ;-; I worry for them.
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Since he's still gone, I'm posting updates to the badx2bathhouse here:
http://badx2bathhouse.livejournal.com/543.html?thread=62751#t62751
Thank you for reading, as always.
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