{ Sweet Dreams }
Title: Sweet Dreams
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Akihiko Sanada
Word Count: 403
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Page of Cups
Rating: PG13
Dreams, huh?
"Come on, Shinji. I'm going in for my Future Consultation tomorrow, I have to think about this stuff. Like what I want to do when I become a senior next year and then university or a job." Akihiko Sanada leaned against the alley wall, looking calm but also very out of place among the seedier residences of Port Island Station in his crisp uniform and bright red vest against the dark brick. "Don't you think that it's time to move on, too?"
"Move on from what?"
A cat mewled somewhere in the piles of trash and discarded scraps from the bars. Shinjiro had been here for a little over a year now. He didn't see what the big deal was now about a stupid meeting with a teacher that neither party took seriously (at least, not for the time that he was at Gekkoukan) but he figured that it was just one more play from Akihiko at being the hero.
He didn't leave, but his gaze remained fixed ahead at a familiar spot on the ground. Move on, my ass.
"You know what I mean." Akihiko replied, getting up from the wall. "Damn it, Shinji, it's like you've lost everything. Don't you remember what it was like before all this happened, when you were cocky as hell and you wouldn't shut up about all the things that you were going to do. You had dreams, Shinji, and you were going to give them your all. What happened to that?"
Shinjiro looked over, eyes cold, his mouth twisted in slight disdain. "What do you think happened, Aki? I can't go back on what happened. My future changed the moment I let Castor slip."
"Hey!" Akihiko's hands curled, a gesture that Shinjiro was very well acquainted with. "The Shinji I knew wouldn't give up. He would keep dreaming, keep trying to change things. Something bad happened, but it doesn't mean it has to rule your life. Why can't you go back?"
"You think I want to? What do you think got me into this mess? You said it yourself: I was cocky as hell."
And when the right straight connected, god damn it, he knew he'd had enough of dreams for a while.
Reality was more demanding and would always be.
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Akihiko Sanada
Word Count: 403
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Page of Cups
Rating: PG13
Dreams, huh?
"Come on, Shinji. I'm going in for my Future Consultation tomorrow, I have to think about this stuff. Like what I want to do when I become a senior next year and then university or a job." Akihiko Sanada leaned against the alley wall, looking calm but also very out of place among the seedier residences of Port Island Station in his crisp uniform and bright red vest against the dark brick. "Don't you think that it's time to move on, too?"
"Move on from what?"
A cat mewled somewhere in the piles of trash and discarded scraps from the bars. Shinjiro had been here for a little over a year now. He didn't see what the big deal was now about a stupid meeting with a teacher that neither party took seriously (at least, not for the time that he was at Gekkoukan) but he figured that it was just one more play from Akihiko at being the hero.
He didn't leave, but his gaze remained fixed ahead at a familiar spot on the ground. Move on, my ass.
"You know what I mean." Akihiko replied, getting up from the wall. "Damn it, Shinji, it's like you've lost everything. Don't you remember what it was like before all this happened, when you were cocky as hell and you wouldn't shut up about all the things that you were going to do. You had dreams, Shinji, and you were going to give them your all. What happened to that?"
Shinjiro looked over, eyes cold, his mouth twisted in slight disdain. "What do you think happened, Aki? I can't go back on what happened. My future changed the moment I let Castor slip."
"Hey!" Akihiko's hands curled, a gesture that Shinjiro was very well acquainted with. "The Shinji I knew wouldn't give up. He would keep dreaming, keep trying to change things. Something bad happened, but it doesn't mean it has to rule your life. Why can't you go back?"
"You think I want to? What do you think got me into this mess? You said it yourself: I was cocky as hell."
And when the right straight connected, god damn it, he knew he'd had enough of dreams for a while.
Reality was more demanding and would always be.