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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... )
Not her fault. At all.
Really.
Sure, she happened to be gossiping discussing Kanji's school uniform jacket with Chie and Yukiko earlier, offering a selection of theories on how the jacket stayed on his shoulders.
She had especially liked Yukiko's assertion that it was because he had secret Egyptian powers, and Chie's theory that it was a modified Holocaust Cloak. Personally, she thought it had something to do with a little method of finishing called Coattails of Doom. In her mind, he'd have to sing the "The Doom Song" to make it stick properly.
But that had absolutely no bearing on the events at hand. And the fact that Kanji's skull shirt was currently... well... backless.
"DAMMIT RISE!" He was currently spinning in circles, trying to better assess the damage. Since he was starting trip over himself, she'd suspected that it wasn't doing much besides make her friend dizzy.
"It was an accident! I tripped on... something!" Rise leaned back on her heels, still on the ground.
"YEAH? WHAT? SHOW ME WHAT YOU TRIPPED ON!" Kanji stopped suddenly, suddenly adopting menacing pose #5. You know, the one where he planted his feet so they were about shoulder-width apart, his hands were in fists and flung at his side and he looked like he was trying to growl. Personally, she thought #4, in which he stomped the ground and shook his fist, would have been more effective.
Really, neither'd work, when she thought about it. He was still dizzy from all the spinning, and post #5 really doesn't work when the person making it is weaving like he's drunk.
"Well..." Rise folded her hands over her chest, still holding Kanji's uniform jacket and, by extension, the back of his skull t-shirt. She looked back over her shirt. Nope - nothing there. Just the same, plain dirt road that her and Kanji always walked down on their way back from school.
"It was slippery."
"It hasn't rained in four days! How can it be slippery?"
"Um... someone could have spilled something?" Rise looked down at the fabric and clothing in her hands. Well, he's pissed anyway. And since she's got it in her hands.
"Bullshit! And gimme that!" He leaned over to yank the items from her hand. Well, tried. See, he was still off-balance, so really, it wasn't her fault that when she yanked back maintained her hold, he kind of... fell. Face forward. Into the ground.
"You okay Kanji-kun?" She asked, torn between scooching away from him (he could be unpredictable, and might start flailing around after the fall after all) and poking him with a stick to make sure he's alright.
"Fucking fine. Gimme my stuff back." He was still face-down on the ground. It looked like his face might have been red. Since she wasn't wearing a bikini and Naoto wasn't around, that wasn't a good sign. She decided to shift over a bit.
Once she was a safe 10-15 inches away, she looked back down at her prize. She ran her fingers along the material and...
"Kanji...?"
"What?" He had pushed himself up, and was now sitting in a position similar to her. He... didn't look pleased.
"...Do you safety pin your jacket to your shirt?"
His face suddenly was an even deeper shade of red. Kind of a crimson? Maybe a burgundy? It'd actually be a nice color for a dress.
"I-I... J-just... GIMME THAT!!" Kanji moved faster than she could ever have imagined, snatched the jacket and shirt back away, got up and started running down the path. Rise just sat and watched.
Coattails of Doom would have been much more interesting.
Oh well. She stood up and brushed some dust from the road off her skirt.
I guess it was time to accidentally find out why Souji's hair never moved.
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Hope you like anons! Should I do a sequel where we find out the secret behind Souji's helmet hair?
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THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL, ANON. I WOULD READ ANY OF YOUR SEQUELS.
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This... was going to be difficult.
Hopefully, interesting though. Kanji's jacket's special balancing powers was pretty anti-climactic. I mean, come on! Safety pins? Sure, Coattails of Doom was unlikely, but still! Why couldn't it have at least been velcro? It made that neat ripping noise.
But then velcro would have gotten those little fuzzies in (on?) it over time, and would have stopped working. It'd probably be pretty noticeable too.
Funny though - especially if he moved the wrong way during class and it ripped off.
"I thought you wanted help with your geometry homework."
"What?" Rise snapped to attention and looked at Souji, who was staring at her.
That's right! It was a new day! And a new challenge. Now that Kanji was slightly less interesting anymore (and not talking to her for at least three more days), she had decided that it was her duty to use her God given abilities to tackle the next big mystery.
"Geometry?" Oh. Right.
"Oh... Of course Senpai!" She tilted her head just so, smiled as sweetly as possible and pointed at some random spot in the book. "Can you explain this one please?"
Souji looked at the book, raised an eyebrow - or did he? She couldn't tell, what with the bang wall.
"That... is the chapter introduction."
"Can you explain it for me... please?" Make sure the eyelashes flutter no fewer than five times.
Souji blushed, and began reading the paragraph aloud.
So - when she was out shopping at Junes with Chie, Yukiko and Nanako on Sunday, she'd told them about her new fascination. They didn't seem as perplexed by Souji-Senpai's luxurious locks.
Chie thought it it was probably just the way it was cut. Boring. Yukiko surmised it was due to hairspray or gel. Nanako simply asserted that Big Bro was Big Bro.
But... that was BORING.
Honestly? She was hoping for some kind of super wig.
"Rise? Do you think you get it now?"
Dammit! He's talking again! What did he say? Did she have to give an actual answer? He's staring...
"You are such a huge help, Senpai." She moved forward and situated herself so she was in Souji's lap, her legs on either side of his, straddling him. "I just... don't know how to thank you."
She may not be able to sparkle on command, like Teddie, but dammit, she still had some tricks up her sleeves. Right now, if you looked at her just right, she bet flowers were radiating off of her.
"Rise-chan..." Souji's hands were pulling her close, and soon the two were kissing.
But she's a professional. She's not her for fun - this is business!
So act casual. She's just being affectionate. Running her hand through her lover's...
Running her hand through her...
...
Why won't the fingers go through the hair?
It's like... some kind of wall!
It feels like hair, yes. But it just... it doesn't move.
Like... a Hair Head Glove.
What is this?
Rise pulled back, holding Souji's face in her hands.
"How do you do it?"
"It?"
Rise tried to ruffle his hair, but of course it resisted and remained cemented in place.
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"Oh... really? Well... it's quite a process."
"Process?" Rise slid off his lap. "What do you do?"
"Well, first I make sure I always keep it trimmed - I visit a salon every other week."
Salon?
"And I make sure to wash my hair every other day. I use Pantene Smooth & Sleek shampoo. I wash once. Rinse. Then I wash it again, the second time with Matrix Smoothing Shampoo. After that, I condition it with Nexxus Hydra Sleek Conditioner. Now, when I rinse the final time, I make sure to use freezing water."
"Freezing?"
"It has to be freezing - helps stop frizz. Then, I use a hair dryer and make sure I blow dry downward."
This was getting to be... too much information. She didn't need to know this.
"I also use a flat iron, and make sure to put John Frieda Frizz Ease on my hair every day."
Did Souji just... fluff his hair? No. He didn't. He didn't.
"The most important thing is the weekly hair mask."
"... Hair mask? Like... you sleep with a bowl over your head Senpai?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Souji said, shaking his head. His hair, of course, didn't move. "I do this every Sunday! What you do is mix one egg, yolk and white, a good sized dollap of mayo and about 3 oz. olive oil in a bowl. Of course..." He seemed to think for a second, "If you did it you'd probably need more solution. Anyways - you take the mixture and put it over your hair. Massage it in good. Then, you wrap your head up with a towel and just leave it for... about a half hour. I'd recommend doing this in your room. When the half hour's up, I go through my normal hair washing routine."
"Am I being punked?"
"Punked?" Souji looked confused.
This didn't just happen.
"So... do you want more help with your homework? Or maybe do you want to finish making out?"
"N-no. That's okay Souji-Senpai. I... I think I'm good." Rise stood up quickly, and started backing out of his room, waving her hands frantically in front of her.
"Don't you need your book?"
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I have an idea for one of these with Yosuke, which will probably be written sometime tomorrow or Thursday. Rise will discover what's playing through his headphones.
Anyone have a prompt for a Teddie or Dojima secret talent for Rise to investigate?
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She was still a bit shaken.
It was understandable, of course. Considering what she'd learned about Souji-Senpai and his hair care habits.
Oddly enough, the other girls didn't believe her. Until she played the recording, that is.
She may not be school-smart, like Yukiko, but she was pretty street smart. Not beat-the-shit-out-of-suspicious-people-street-smart like Kanji, who she was talking to again by the way, but the regular street smart.
She'd just told Souji-Senpai going in that she wanted to record their session, so if she needed help later on, she could just listen to his incredibly soothing and sensual voice again.
The only one who wasn't phased by the information was Yukiko. She claimed she liked a man who took care of herself. Kanji'd said he expected that kind of behavior from Souji-Senpai.
Oh - she'd invited Kanji into their little, informal investigative circle. See, there'd been this new wave of paparazzi that came to town, and she really liked having a big, tough, deliquent shadow when photographers came around. He'd agreed to pardon her previous, favorite shirt ripping offense upon admittance into the circle of trust.
He really was a nice little addition to their gossip-group. His mother apparently was always chatting with the other Shopping District ladies, so he brought a whole new level o insight to the group.
He was actually the one who suggested the next target - one Yosuke Hanamura. Risette superfan. This was going to be so easy.
Well, he unintentionally suggested it. If she remembered right, it was something like, "What I wanna know is, what the hell's Yosuke-Senpai listening to all th' time?"
So here she was, at Junes, looking for Yosuke. The way she saw it, she had two good options available. One was to just be precocious and snatch his headphones with a chipper, "I wanna hear!". She'd also brought her earbud headphones with her, ready to remove his and quickly plug in hers in an attempt to be stealthy.
As it turned out, devil-Risette had offered another, more entertaining, alternative.
See - Yosuke was on break. Just sitting alone, in Junes' food court. Headphones on. Head down. Looking at some... magazine or something Who knows what.
She crept up behind Yosuke, studying him. No sudden movements. Don't call attention to yourself.
She crouched down on the ground. Judging by where the headphone cord lead, the mp3 player should be...
There.
In Yosuke's front pocket.
Where no woman had gone before.
Deep breaths.
You can do it. Just... imagine he's a relative. A dying brother. Who has a bomb in his pocket that can only be defused by reaching her hand in and deactivating the device.
...
Somehow... that didn't make it better.
Rise took a deep breath. She could face her shadow. She faced death on a regular basis. She was a star dammit!
She reached her hand in.
Good. It's right there. And there's the volume dial...
"Huh?" Yosuke adjusted his headphones, and tapped it with his left hand.
Other way!
"...THE BEATS WILL GIVE YOU A SIGN! LET THE MUSIC FREE UP YOUR MIND! HEY YOU, OVER THERE, DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE REASONS CUZ I DON'T CARE! SEE ME, BELIEVE IN YOU, GOTTA HELP YOURSELF TO WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO..."
"AAAH!" Yosuke yanked the headphones forcefully off his head, removing them from the mp3 player. "What the hell, dude?" He looked around, to see Rise behind him, perplexed, "Rise-chan? What's wrong with you?"
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"You listen to the Spice Girls?" Rise's face contorted into something resembling horror, disgust and shock.
"I-I can explain" Yosuke tried to get up quickly, tripping over the chair and falling on his butt. He quickly recovered. "It's not Spice Girls. Okay, it's a Spice Girl, but..."
How could one of her fans listen to the Spice Girls?
"...Yosuke-Senpai..."
"It was in a Pokemon movie! That's why! Ilikedthemovieandendedupputtingthethemeonmymp3player! Oh God, you're going to tell everyone, aren't you? Please! Please don't Rise. I have so little already!"
She almost felt sorry for him.
"Pokemon isn't much better."
"Don't tell everyone." Yosuke was bowing before her now. Practically kowtowing.
"There are things that you have to do."
Yosuke face-faulted, and it looked like his spirit had just left him.
"Really?"
"Yup!"
She didn't mean for it to sound that cheerful. Course, this was pretty funny. Kinda made up for the horrifying secret behind Souji-Senpai's hair.
Yosuke sighed. "Just... please don't tell Kanji. After all the gay jokes I make about him... if he heard about this... I'd totally never live it down."
"You can trust me!" Rise said cheerfully, trying to inject a little bit of sparkle.
Later that night, Yosuke logged onto his email to see that brave_little_tailor@gmail.com had sent him a song from iTunes.
"Weird," he thought, as he opened the email. When he saw the message, he vowed to totally boycott Risette's next album.
"Greetings junes_guitar_hero@gmail.com -
Your friend Kanji has sent you the following track:
Geri Halliwell, "It's Raining Men."
Enjoy!"
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I have no idea of that iTunes notification is accurate or not - I don't use it. :P
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