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
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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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