fanfic - Persona 4 - The Portal
Title: The Portal
Rating: PG
Characters: Souji, Yousuke
Genre: humor
Warning: this fic is rather lulzy... and maybe not in a good way
Spoilers: none
Word count: 623
Summary: Souji has a problem. (badbadbathhouse prompt)
It was Yousuke that noticed it first.
Really, what Souji did during his free time was his own business. When his friends called him up and got a response that he was busy, they chalked it up to him meeting with someone else or spending time with his uncle and cousin. When he was away from the house for long periods of time after school, his family figured the same thing.
When it started, it was mostly just on rainy days. Nanako would greet Souji as he entered the house and find him green in the face, looking incredibly nautious. When she asked him about it, he'd just shake his head and run upstairs. Eventually, this started occurring less and less, but he'd disappear more often.
Then trips into the TV world started occurring only when necessary. There was very little training afterwards. When this happened, Yousuke just up and approached him directly.
"So who is it?" he asked, catching his friend on his way off the school grounds.
Souji merely looked confused. "What do you mean?"
He recieved a roll of the eyes from Yousuke, who was now walking backwards in front of the taller boy to slow him down. "You know what I mean. All this time you're spending away from the rest of us after school? You've gotta be meeting with someone. A girl, probably."
Souji tried to go around him, but found his way blocked again.
"It's Ai, isn't it? You can tell me, man." Yousuke grinned. "Hell, I'm cool with it if it's a guy. Whatever you like, Leader."
The so-called Leader didn't seem impressed.
Yousuke sighed and looked upwards as if for guidance. "Look," he smiled again, trying another joke. "I'm just saying we should probably run through some of the places in the TV a bit more often, you know? Sit around doing nothing for too long and you're bound to start getting a little flabby."
At this, he gave Souji a poke in the gut just to be playful. He couldn't help the raised eyebrow when he found it to be a little softer than he expected. His hand was quickly slapped away by his friend, who glared and kept walking. Yousuke scratched his head a moment, then called after him even as he started to lose him in the crowd. "So does she cook?"
He lost sight of him before he could figure out where he was heading.
---
It became more noticeable over the next couple weeks, as Souji went missing more and more. On rainy days it was impossible to get a hold of him at all. When he was at school, Yousuke kept careful tabs. His friend was starting to have difficulty fitting into his uniform. The coach must have noticed as well, as he'd occasionally try to get the boy to run an extra lap.
The other group members were starting to notice as well, but Souji ignored most comments on the subject which started causing things to be awkward all around.
It was Naoki that finally told him. "He's going to Aiya," the kid commented with a small shrug. "Something about the beef bowl there raising stats. I never really knew what he was talking about, but the guy can polish off the whole thing. It's crazy."
Souji soon found himself confronted in the middle of the restaurant by a very put-off looking Yousuke who promptly yanked him off his seat and began dragging him away from his meal.
"Wait!" the gray-haired boy cried, struggling to free himself from his friend's grasp with no success. "You don't understand!"
"I understand that you have problems," Yousuke growled, "and that I'm being stood up for a bowl of Chinese."
"No!" Souji sobbed. "I was so close. THE MEAT DIMESION WAS IN MY GRASP."
This, Yousuke decided, was going to require professional help.
Rating: PG
Characters: Souji, Yousuke
Genre: humor
Warning: this fic is rather lulzy... and maybe not in a good way
Spoilers: none
Word count: 623
Summary: Souji has a problem. (badbadbathhouse prompt)
It was Yousuke that noticed it first.
Really, what Souji did during his free time was his own business. When his friends called him up and got a response that he was busy, they chalked it up to him meeting with someone else or spending time with his uncle and cousin. When he was away from the house for long periods of time after school, his family figured the same thing.
When it started, it was mostly just on rainy days. Nanako would greet Souji as he entered the house and find him green in the face, looking incredibly nautious. When she asked him about it, he'd just shake his head and run upstairs. Eventually, this started occurring less and less, but he'd disappear more often.
Then trips into the TV world started occurring only when necessary. There was very little training afterwards. When this happened, Yousuke just up and approached him directly.
"So who is it?" he asked, catching his friend on his way off the school grounds.
Souji merely looked confused. "What do you mean?"
He recieved a roll of the eyes from Yousuke, who was now walking backwards in front of the taller boy to slow him down. "You know what I mean. All this time you're spending away from the rest of us after school? You've gotta be meeting with someone. A girl, probably."
Souji tried to go around him, but found his way blocked again.
"It's Ai, isn't it? You can tell me, man." Yousuke grinned. "Hell, I'm cool with it if it's a guy. Whatever you like, Leader."
The so-called Leader didn't seem impressed.
Yousuke sighed and looked upwards as if for guidance. "Look," he smiled again, trying another joke. "I'm just saying we should probably run through some of the places in the TV a bit more often, you know? Sit around doing nothing for too long and you're bound to start getting a little flabby."
At this, he gave Souji a poke in the gut just to be playful. He couldn't help the raised eyebrow when he found it to be a little softer than he expected. His hand was quickly slapped away by his friend, who glared and kept walking. Yousuke scratched his head a moment, then called after him even as he started to lose him in the crowd. "So does she cook?"
He lost sight of him before he could figure out where he was heading.
---
It became more noticeable over the next couple weeks, as Souji went missing more and more. On rainy days it was impossible to get a hold of him at all. When he was at school, Yousuke kept careful tabs. His friend was starting to have difficulty fitting into his uniform. The coach must have noticed as well, as he'd occasionally try to get the boy to run an extra lap.
The other group members were starting to notice as well, but Souji ignored most comments on the subject which started causing things to be awkward all around.
It was Naoki that finally told him. "He's going to Aiya," the kid commented with a small shrug. "Something about the beef bowl there raising stats. I never really knew what he was talking about, but the guy can polish off the whole thing. It's crazy."
Souji soon found himself confronted in the middle of the restaurant by a very put-off looking Yousuke who promptly yanked him off his seat and began dragging him away from his meal.
"Wait!" the gray-haired boy cried, struggling to free himself from his friend's grasp with no success. "You don't understand!"
"I understand that you have problems," Yousuke growled, "and that I'm being stood up for a bowl of Chinese."
"No!" Souji sobbed. "I was so close. THE MEAT DIMESION WAS IN MY GRASP."
This, Yousuke decided, was going to require professional help.