Yosuke let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Teddie trotted up to them, looking no worse for wear, and attached himself to Souji as though he hadn't seen him in 500 years. Damn bear. He was eating an ice cream bar, probably billed to Yosuke, and gestured vaguely with the stick to the vicinity of the entrance
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Yosuke laughed, covering his mouth to keep anyone else from hearing and thinking he had lost it. Souji was so weird sometimes. Maybe he'd manage to get some sleep after all. He lay down, closed his eyes, but when sleep crept up on him it was restless. His dreams had no substance but were uncomfortable all the same, sensations of falling and jerking awake, and he spent the early hours of morning in a twilight sleep, half-conscious and half not. He wondered if this was how people felt when they were on drugs, things they shot into their veins to dull pain or make them forget, and Yosuke thought he understood why someone would do that, how things could get so bad inside your head that you'd take a chance like that to avoid it, how you'd give up everything else in your life for a few hours of peace
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When lunchtime did roll around, it unfolded just as Yosuke had hoped. Souji led them up to the roof quickly and nobody attempted to follow them, electing instead to stare. Yosuke was tired of staring. What the hell were they looking at? What was so fascinating? Did he suddenly glow purple because he put his ass on the internet? Were they trying to achieve enlightenment by trying to become one with his headphones? Maybe it was just the site of another human being who had done something so abysmally stupid that he had a lot of nerve even showing his face? He wasn't sure.
They met the others and Yosuke found he had been dreading this part most of all, being back in the group with the people he had alienated and screamed at and embarrassed himself in front of, people that used to be his friends and were still his friends, but whom he had allowed himself to corrupt into something else, and he didn't know how to apologize for it. Worse, they had probably seen everything, every picture, that fucking video, and now that would be what they
( ... )
Yosuke couldn't argue with that. If Souji needed to talk to him - for whatever reason - then Yosuke had nothing to say about it. Souji was good at that, good at talking to people, understanding them, influencing them. Yosuke had the distinct feeling that Souji didn't want to have a heart-to-heart chat with this 'Mori,' whoever the hell he was, but that Souji had another goal in mind, something that this guy was just a part of. That was okay. That was how it usually was.
"I want to go with you."
Everyone was silent. If they all just fucking stare at me, I don't think I can take it - but they didn't. Souji just nodded.
"Okay."
"Okay?! Souji, you can't just - he just - hurt him! Yosuke can't--"
"He can. And if he wants to, he should. It's okay."
"Senpai, if you and Yosuke-senpai intend to confront him, it ought to be now. He will not be expecting you to mobilize so quickly."
Re: Thread 78/?
anonymous
April 7 2012, 04:51:36 UTC
You go, guys. Fight-o. ;; Man, they're both so brave this update. I think I'd have puked by now, in either of their shoes. Also mentioning again how much I love your Souji characterization.
Re: Thread 78/?
anonymous
April 8 2012, 00:57:33 UTC
I just read this in one go and I'm all teary and there's a huge lump in my throat now. This is a masterful fanfic. Do you have it hosted anywhere else?
dkfhsdfkj omg thank you. as of right now, it's not hosted anywhere else, but when it's finished, it will go elsewhere - not because i think it's a spectacular work of art lol IT'S NOT but because these comments are stripping my formatting out of the chats/texts/emails/etc. preferably, it will eventually end up at ao3, but i don't know how much html ao3 allows, so if that doesn't work out, it will have its own journal. ♥
Re: Thread 78/?
anonymous
April 9 2012, 13:57:10 UTC
YOUSUKE I AM SO PROUD OF YOU so brave, they both of them. A-and I love that the others are backing them up--the image of Yukiko, Chie, Souji and Yousuke making an island in the middle of classrom has so much feelings I can't even.
Yosuke's palms were sweating, his stomach felt sick and heavy, and he concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, walking just a half-step behind Souji so that he could see him in his peripheral vision, looking strong and determined and everything that Yosuke felt he was not. He hated this part of himself, the part that doubted his own abilities and even his own worth - the part that had led to him standing naked in front of a mirror with a camera and a broken heart. His hands were beginning to shake. He balled them into fists, tried to mask it, and when Souji glanced back at him, checking on him, Yosuke only nodded, pressing forward. Souji nodded back and Yosuke wished so much that he could grab Souji's hand, squeeze it hard, maybe slow his racing heart a little... but he couldn't.
That was another thing Yosuke hated about himself - the fear. He could fight monsters that would kill him if he let his guard down, he could throw himself in the way of a certainly lethal attack against his friends, but he could not hold his
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"Then let's not stand here and think about it anymore."
And just like that, Souji was opening the door, walking into the classroom like it was his own, and Yosuke watched the expression on Seagull-Mori-whoever's face change from bewilderment at the sight of Souji to realization at the sight of Yosuke and finally to apprehension bordering on fear when he made the connection. Yosuke would have thoroughly enjoyed it if he didn't feel that, at any minute, he was going to wet himself. The classroom was completely silent and Yosuke wondered if anyone else could hear his heart pounding in his chest. The hair at the back of Souji's neck was damp and slightly curling. So... he really is nervous too"Mori-kun
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Yosuke let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Teddie trotted up to them, looking no worse for wear, and attached himself to Souji as though he hadn't seen him in 500 years. Damn bear. He was eating an ice cream bar, probably billed to Yosuke, and gestured vaguely with the stick to the vicinity of the entrance ( ... )
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They met the others and Yosuke found he had been dreading this part most of all, being back in the group with the people he had alienated and screamed at and embarrassed himself in front of, people that used to be his friends and were still his friends, but whom he had allowed himself to corrupt into something else, and he didn't know how to apologize for it. Worse, they had probably seen everything, every picture, that fucking video, and now that would be what they ( ... )
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"Partner, don't..."
"I need to do this."
Yosuke couldn't argue with that. If Souji needed to talk to him - for whatever reason - then Yosuke had nothing to say about it. Souji was good at that, good at talking to people, understanding them, influencing them. Yosuke had the distinct feeling that Souji didn't want to have a heart-to-heart chat with this 'Mori,' whoever the hell he was, but that Souji had another goal in mind, something that this guy was just a part of. That was okay. That was how it usually was.
"I want to go with you."
Everyone was silent. If they all just fucking stare at me, I don't think I can take it - but they didn't. Souji just nodded.
"Okay."
"Okay?! Souji, you can't just - he just - hurt him! Yosuke can't--"
"He can. And if he wants to, he should. It's okay."
"Senpai, if you and Yosuke-senpai intend to confront him, it ought to be now. He will not be expecting you to mobilize so quickly."
"Naoto-kun is right. Go now. We'll keep watch."
Now? Yosuke hadn't been expecting it ( ... )
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BTW, you might want to start a new thread again (hurhur /bad pun) - this one's getting awfully squashed. ;)
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A++++, never stop anoooonnnn keep being amazing
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That was another thing Yosuke hated about himself - the fear. He could fight monsters that would kill him if he let his guard down, he could throw himself in the way of a certainly lethal attack against his friends, but he could not hold his ( ... )
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"Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure."
"Then let's not stand here and think about it anymore."
And just like that, Souji was opening the door, walking into the classroom like it was his own, and Yosuke watched the expression on Seagull-Mori-whoever's face change from bewilderment at the sight of Souji to realization at the sight of Yosuke and finally to apprehension bordering on fear when he made the connection. Yosuke would have thoroughly enjoyed it if he didn't feel that, at any minute, he was going to wet himself. The classroom was completely silent and Yosuke wondered if anyone else could hear his heart pounding in his chest. The hair at the back of Souji's neck was damp and slightly curling. So... he really is nervous too"Mori-kun ( ... )
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