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[waitingfora]

Who: Yosuke Hanamura and [ everyone here].
Where: Hanamura residence to Terra streets.
When: Early evening to past curfew.
Summary: The shadow awakens.
Rating: R. Violence and language.
Other: End of the insanity.

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[waitingfora]

Looks like he didn't even have to worry about Shiro being his distraction. Seemed like Hidan would draw most of their fire. He already was crawling away on his hands and knees, trying to get as far as he could away from them. The shadow would have screamed something that they were mutants that they deserved to be caught, but it seemed like he would not even have to worry about that. Shiro seemed to think these people were dangerous or whatever the hell was going on in her head and started a fight with the military. Figured that from hearing her scream in the background some loud saying that was meant to be an attack. Or maybe from her being overpowered

[blackhillcat]

It was an interesting night to be out. Shijima had been prowling the streets in her cat form out of pure boredome and she found a very interesting scene. Yosuke was up and about well after the curfew. It was... interesting to watch. She had decided that she would not interfere in the fights, like how she decided to watch the world change. She was merely an observer, after all.

But then... But then, she was still only human. Or was she a cat with a human heart? She wasn't sure anymore. The fact was, she had changed back at some point and she was now presenting herself to Yosuke Hanamura. She wondered why she did. Was it pity? Curiosity? Worry? He was injured, after all. Still... Still.

"Have you found your answers, Yosuke Hanamura?" The girl in the shadows asked. She stood there, looking up at Yosuke on the wall, her head cocked to one side.

[waitingfora]

"Shijima." His words were slightly slurred and heavy, what with his tongue having been cut just moments before. Not to mention that he still sounded as a shadow. Words even more distorted as he was so weakened. No knife in his hand, no way to kill the girl in front of him. Even with all his injuries and blood, he did not have much strength left to summon his Persona. His skin had turned slightly pale but his arms remained over his stomach. He'd live. Maybe he'd lie again to get free, not knowing that she'd seen everything.

"What answers?" He tried to pretend for a moment to be Yosuke, but was beginning to find that he barely knew what it was to be that fake anymore. Did Yosuke know how to be Yosuke? "You have to help me. The military ... we could go to your ..." No. Shika would just alert the authorities of what had happened and then I'd end up being caught. His eyes shifted around. What did it matter now?"What does it matter? The only place I could hide now is that shrine with that fucking cat." The shadow spit on the sidewalk,

[blackhillcat]

Shijima looked at the spot Yosuke had spat on. It splattered on the sidewalk, but got on her shoe. Probably what he was aiming for anyway. Still, she did not move away. Even if he did try to kill her, and let's say he succeeds, she would still be able to wake up and go to school in the morning, as if nothing had happened to her the night before. If it happened, anyway. She still didn't understand why she couldn't-- no, not the time to think about that. There were more pressing matters

[waitingfora]

"Huh?" His eyes widened for a moment in surprise. That hadn't been something that he was expecting. She knew, she knew about the other -- the fake? His shoulders momentarily dropped. He didn't have to spell it out for her. "How do you know about him?" Was someone actually aware of the change and didn't stop it? Would she really help him now? His head shook slightly as the fake's voice was growing in anxiety, concern

[blackhillcat]

Noting the surprise in Yosuke's eyes, Shijima shrugged. How, indeed. "How, huh... I guess it's because I've been watching you," Shijima said. It was the truth, after all. Ever since the time at the hospital, she had been closely observing him every time she could. She wouldn't ever tell him how she watches him. Not even in the pain of death. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, although maybe it was partly that. Everyone had to keep a secret, after all, and secrets are best discovered and not told. Of course, Shijima kept the secrets she discovered. She was, after all, just an observer. Her duty is just to watch as the world changes. Perhaps until the end of time

[waitingfora]

"Watching? For how long?" Eyes narrowed slightly as he started to draw closer to her. His steps were shuffling as he was obviously badly injured -- from both his own self-inflicted injuries and that bastard Hidan. He hoped that the military was able to find a way to kill that asshole. Then he wouldn't have to be afraid of him, either. Just like that other one that hurt him; he was dead now too, wasn't he? The universe seemed to like giving him the shaft only to end up killing those that he really wanted to die. Wasn't that how it should be? Bad people be punished. That's all it really should amount to, right? That's why Yosuke wanted to protect people so that no one had to suffer, or some lame-ass bullshit like that

[blackhillcat]

Shijima smiled. "A while," she said. That was all he needed to know. For now, maybe. There could be another time where she could tell him everything. Oh, but now that Shijima thought about it, that time didn't seem likely to happen, unless Yosuke did something to convince her that he was worthy to keep her secrets as well. Time will tell

[waitingfora]

"A while." The shadow repeated. Wondering about that. Why hadn't he noticed her? He smiled in a less than happy manner, teeth stained red thanks to that asshole cutting his tongue and constantly having to get the taste out of his mouth. Hand raised to wipe at his bottom lip shortly afterward. "I didn't notice. Probably because he was too busy thinking on himself to see." A hacking laugh as he held his stomach just a little tighter. Not good to laugh right now even if it was at his fake self

[blackhillcat]

"I'm not very memorable," Shijima said. He didn't have to know that she watched him as a cat. No one remembered how cats looked like exactly. Unless you were probably someone who liked cats enough to keep an army of them with you and still tell each cat apart. There were a few she knew. "And I'm pretty short and I slouch a lot. It's natural that I am overlooked

[waitingfora]

Another spit. "How sad, he'd say." His voice was becoming just a little more distorted -- more twisted as he was trying to remain in control. "Like everyone wants to be seen. Like everyone wants to be in the spotlight. No. That's just how he wants to be. Because if you're in the spotlight, you are always liked." He began to laugh. The blood that had pooled in the back of his throat forced its way out as he did so. Hating to laugh because of the injury it caused and how much harder it was to hold his wound when he did so. "But he was never happy about that. Never

[blackhillcat]

Shijima listened and waited. It was what she did best, after all. She took in every word he said, looked at every expression he made. That's right. She was only an observer. No matter what she did, it all boiled down to that one thing. "No one can ever stay happy or satisfied, that is true," she said. She'd always thought that you'd also have to feel anger, sadness, pain and fear in order to truly live. It was probably necessary. "Wouldn't it be weird if someone was always happy? You'd be suspicious of the person. I think it's only natural

[waitingfora]

"Of course." It was difficult to do but he began smiling at her. Wondering why she was not afraid of such things. Had she really not seen what he did to those that Yosuke considered his friends? Those that allowed him to get close. All except Hidan who ended up hurting him. Was going to heal up and go after that asshole after all of this. He wasn't going to be weak again. That is what Yosuke was, after all. Someone who just let himself be beaten down and needed the assistance of others so that he could stand. "He's not on equal footing with anyone."

Did he mean that he was on equal footing with people? No. That's what Yosuke wanted. To be able to stand next to the people that he admired, to his friends. Didn't think himself good enough but hiding all that insecurity in his shadow. But he was more than willing to admit such things, admit all of them so that Yosuke wouldn't be able to hide from such weaknesses. Then what? What was his goal, again? His head started to shift left than right, uncertain. That's right! To finally get rid of

[blackhillcat]

"I can see him," Shijima nodded. "Was he expecting you?" She played with her hair, twirling her fingers in the locks of white hair. She listened to him ramble on-- it was a little repetitive and she was getting bored of it. There really were just people who refused to accept some things. How stubborn. Then again, that's what made things so interesting