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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
She's crying.
She hates to cry. Just one more thing about her that isn't masculine, isn't strong.
"Naoto," someone whispers. It all sounds the same, hissing, quiet and constant like the shadows before they caught sight of you in the TV world. These ones saw her all too clearly. They'd cornered her, and taken her glasses.
"Naoto." It's a sing-song. "Don't cry, Naoto," and perhaps it was Rise, what Rise had become. "It's so childish, isn't it?"
Sukuna-Hikona is straining at the back of her mind, reaching outside her control and Naoto feels him, like tiny feet on her shoulder, like enormous butterfly wings poking her ear and hair.
We can't fight them.
"Naooooto. Naaaaooootooooo." Chie and Yosuke-senpai, their smirks wide and reflecting what dim light shone through the windows, through the fog in the windows.
"Join us, Naoto. You don't want to be alone, do you?"
They had taken her gun and taken her glasses and Souji-senpai was standing there, smiling pleasantly, as if it were only a matter of time.
"Naoto."
She presses herself against the wall, but refrains from flattening her hands against it. She will meet the end with dignity, however shredded it has become.
Kanji moves forward, his usual pace softened into a rolling glide that seems too natural, too confident.
"Hey, handsome," he says, and his voice isn't gruff anymore, low and intimate and any clumsiness is gone when he trails his fingers over her cheek.
Naoto does not allow herself to move closer to that touch. His eyes frighten her.
We can't fight them. Let me go.
She shakes her head, at Kanji or Sukuna-Hikona, and Kanji's hand trails down her neck, down her shoulder and her arm, and slides around the back of her palm.
"Don't fight it, Naoto," he whispers, and the others press even closer. "You can't. And there's nowhere to run."
Let me out.
"You shouldn't stay here, Naoto," and Teddie's voice was the only one without triumph, without malice and gleeful anticipation. His voice was sad- so sad. "You can't survive with the world like this."
But I can. We can. Naoto. Let me out.
She sobbed once, and hated it, and let go. Let go of control, let go of the inner self that felt like wings, so many wings fluttering against glass. Naoto felt it cover her like a blanket and push her deep, safe and warm, tuck her in to bed and promise to take care of everything. As she drifted off, she hated that too. Lost. They'd all lost. Now-
Naoto opened gold eyes and smiled at her comrades.
Souji-Senpai put a hand on her shoulder and smirked.
"Welcome back."
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