{ Fair is Fair }
Title: Fair is Fair
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 487
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Seven of Wands
Rating: PG13
The punks are getting restless. And hey, he knew that they would- it's just what happens when you stay in a place so long that you become a fixture. Not their problem. One of these days, they're going to try and try him on again: he can taste it in the air. All he has to make sure is that he stays ready.
-o-
An arm made out of rock is pressing its sword down onto him, attempting to choke what little, limited life he has left out of him. Shinjiro can feel his axe slipping against the force of the shadow, and wonders if Justice arcana monsters seem to hate his guts for the same reason that SEES's single Justice arcana member seems to hate him, that they all have somehow conversed and know that he's a murderer.
He grunts and shoves back, to no avail. That's damn unfair, though he won't say that he doesn't deserve it.
Shoving again, Shinjiro manages to twist the axe at such an angle such that the arm flips onto its side, the sword that was leering so close to his neck now feet away from its owner. His breathing comes heavily, but even as the monster stills his hand has already found his Evoker and his mind is preparing to call Castor.
With a final, decisive swing, the shadow vanishes back into the recesses of Tartarus, now cut up into little pieces. Inside of him, Shinjiro can feel Castor laughing, enjoying the sport of death.
"The shadows are getting restless." Mitsuru murmurs, sheathing her foil.
Restless, yeah. Shinjiro thinks.
-o-
They're not the only ones.
"Shinji!" Akihiko is waving like a madman over by the dormitory entrance, grinning as though he's been convinced that everything is better, that somehow all of his problems have been solving by having his best friend back on SEES. Shinjiro really wants to tell him that no, his problems are still there. Miki still haunts him, he can see it in Akihiko's eyes, that same longing, that determination. It's older now, but it's like a fire that's been burning for a while, complacent, no longer shooting ash towards the heavens, but just as bright.
"We're going out to the film festival! You should come." Akihiko says.
The other members of the group gathered there agree, nodding their heads and promising him that it'll be worth his time.
Shinjiro wants to laugh. Worth his time? Since when was his time worth anything after he killed that woman?
But they're hearing none of it. Guilt, apparently, is taking a day off today. It's Akihiko, Yukari, Mitsuru, Fuuka, Koromaru, and that kid against him and that's six on one. Damn.
He just can't win somedays.
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 487
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Seven of Wands
Rating: PG13
The punks are getting restless. And hey, he knew that they would- it's just what happens when you stay in a place so long that you become a fixture. Not their problem. One of these days, they're going to try and try him on again: he can taste it in the air. All he has to make sure is that he stays ready.
-o-
An arm made out of rock is pressing its sword down onto him, attempting to choke what little, limited life he has left out of him. Shinjiro can feel his axe slipping against the force of the shadow, and wonders if Justice arcana monsters seem to hate his guts for the same reason that SEES's single Justice arcana member seems to hate him, that they all have somehow conversed and know that he's a murderer.
He grunts and shoves back, to no avail. That's damn unfair, though he won't say that he doesn't deserve it.
Shoving again, Shinjiro manages to twist the axe at such an angle such that the arm flips onto its side, the sword that was leering so close to his neck now feet away from its owner. His breathing comes heavily, but even as the monster stills his hand has already found his Evoker and his mind is preparing to call Castor.
With a final, decisive swing, the shadow vanishes back into the recesses of Tartarus, now cut up into little pieces. Inside of him, Shinjiro can feel Castor laughing, enjoying the sport of death.
"The shadows are getting restless." Mitsuru murmurs, sheathing her foil.
Restless, yeah. Shinjiro thinks.
-o-
They're not the only ones.
"Shinji!" Akihiko is waving like a madman over by the dormitory entrance, grinning as though he's been convinced that everything is better, that somehow all of his problems have been solving by having his best friend back on SEES. Shinjiro really wants to tell him that no, his problems are still there. Miki still haunts him, he can see it in Akihiko's eyes, that same longing, that determination. It's older now, but it's like a fire that's been burning for a while, complacent, no longer shooting ash towards the heavens, but just as bright.
"We're going out to the film festival! You should come." Akihiko says.
The other members of the group gathered there agree, nodding their heads and promising him that it'll be worth his time.
Shinjiro wants to laugh. Worth his time? Since when was his time worth anything after he killed that woman?
But they're hearing none of it. Guilt, apparently, is taking a day off today. It's Akihiko, Yukari, Mitsuru, Fuuka, Koromaru, and that kid against him and that's six on one. Damn.
He just can't win somedays.