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Title: Change of Address
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Akihiko Sanada, Mitsuru Kirijo, Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 444
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Knight of Wands
Rating: PG13
"He's not listening! He's already packed up most of his room, Mitsuru!"
Akihiko Sanada took the stairs two or three at a time, slipping down them like a river, like a cat righting itself gracefully before hitting the floor. His usually neat red sweater was in disarray and his gloves slightly as skew, as though he'd been in a fight.
Ikutsuki straightened, stood, pausing his discussion with the red-haired girl. "It's not entirely unexpected, Akihiko. After all, what he did was something quite monumental. He did end another person's life."
"I know that!" The boxer raged. "I know! But this is ridiculous! He says he's going to move out of here, stop being on SEES, he probably won't even go to school anymore, he was really only doing that for us..." He voice trailed off.
"What we're saying," Mitsuru replied delicately, "is that that might not be the worst option."
"What?" Akihiko's eyes flashed, as though an inner lightning was clashing somewhere in him still. "So it's okay if he just leaves and goes God-knows-where?"
"Aragaki has always been able to take care of himself. If there's any of us that could handle this, it's him. Let him do what he needs to, Akihiko. You owe him that."
Akihiko's mouth spasmed before shock and a grimace. He stood there in the lounge, looking alternately horror-stuck and enraged, his hands rigid in fists at his side. Without a word, he moved to the front door with all the fury of a summer storm, opened the door and left.
For a few minutes, there was nothing. Mitsuru let out a breath that she hadn't realized that she'd been holding. It had been like this for the past two days: Aragaki holed up in his room or out late at night, unavailable for comment or conversation, Akihiko trying by turns to be cheery or comforting, or sometimes just yelling at his best friend from across the hall. She hadn't needed her Persona to tell her that something was bound to break down, that this kind of arrangement couldn't go on forever. Two in harmony surpassed one in perfection. And all the harmony, it seemed, had already left the Iwatodai dorm.
A slow creak on the stairs alerted them to another presence. Shinjiro Aragaki walked through the lounge, not-stopping, carrying a medium-sized cardboard box and nothing else. He nodded at Mitsuru and Ikutsuki before turning the doorknob and walking out. Just before he'd left, Mitsuru could have sworn she saw a dot of blood beading on his lip.
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Akihiko Sanada, Mitsuru Kirijo, Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 444
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Knight of Wands
Rating: PG13
"He's not listening! He's already packed up most of his room, Mitsuru!"
Akihiko Sanada took the stairs two or three at a time, slipping down them like a river, like a cat righting itself gracefully before hitting the floor. His usually neat red sweater was in disarray and his gloves slightly as skew, as though he'd been in a fight.
Ikutsuki straightened, stood, pausing his discussion with the red-haired girl. "It's not entirely unexpected, Akihiko. After all, what he did was something quite monumental. He did end another person's life."
"I know that!" The boxer raged. "I know! But this is ridiculous! He says he's going to move out of here, stop being on SEES, he probably won't even go to school anymore, he was really only doing that for us..." He voice trailed off.
"What we're saying," Mitsuru replied delicately, "is that that might not be the worst option."
"What?" Akihiko's eyes flashed, as though an inner lightning was clashing somewhere in him still. "So it's okay if he just leaves and goes God-knows-where?"
"Aragaki has always been able to take care of himself. If there's any of us that could handle this, it's him. Let him do what he needs to, Akihiko. You owe him that."
Akihiko's mouth spasmed before shock and a grimace. He stood there in the lounge, looking alternately horror-stuck and enraged, his hands rigid in fists at his side. Without a word, he moved to the front door with all the fury of a summer storm, opened the door and left.
For a few minutes, there was nothing. Mitsuru let out a breath that she hadn't realized that she'd been holding. It had been like this for the past two days: Aragaki holed up in his room or out late at night, unavailable for comment or conversation, Akihiko trying by turns to be cheery or comforting, or sometimes just yelling at his best friend from across the hall. She hadn't needed her Persona to tell her that something was bound to break down, that this kind of arrangement couldn't go on forever. Two in harmony surpassed one in perfection. And all the harmony, it seemed, had already left the Iwatodai dorm.
A slow creak on the stairs alerted them to another presence. Shinjiro Aragaki walked through the lounge, not-stopping, carrying a medium-sized cardboard box and nothing else. He nodded at Mitsuru and Ikutsuki before turning the doorknob and walking out. Just before he'd left, Mitsuru could have sworn she saw a dot of blood beading on his lip.