{ Common Places }
Title: Common Places
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing: Shinjiro/FMC a little
Word Count: 686
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Three of Wands
Rating: PG13
Shadows, shadows, shadows. Night after night, they scale that damn tower and try to reach the top. It doesn't seem to matter that he'll be gone after the end of the month, he's running himself as ragged as ever to do it. Tartarus, he realizes, is the one thing that he's not sure if he'll be able to resolve fully before October. Maybe that's why he's so intent on going each night.
Shinjiro Aragaki's breath clouds out and then disperses in the winter air. He's on the roof of the seedy mahjong club in Port Island, leaning against the side-rails and looking out over the city. It's always the roof. Something about the soul trying to escape, right? Maybe that's why Castor doesn't like being contained so much and fights it.
He's not entirely sure.
From the very first step, he's climbed that tower, scaled it inch by inch in an attempt to find out what was really going on, stop those damn shadows from ever coming back, and erase the need for Persona. When he thinks about it like that, reminds himself that there's no way that SEES is going to make it to the top before his time runs out, he ends up in places like this, on the roofs of buildings that he probably should know better to stay off of.
It won't take long before someone downstairs notices that the emergency exit is open, that he used it to get up here. He has a feeling that some of his teammates from the dorm probably suspect that something is up. How much longer does he have before someone notices, someone takes action? How can you predict the outcome of so many actions when all you have to go off of is an unlocked door, or a room with a cardboard box on a empty desk?
He's come where he has all by himself. Castor hitches along for the ride, but ultimately the person that has carried this body to the rooftops, has pushed it up Tartarus, has been him all along. Maybe someone will follow him. Hell, maybe that leader girl will figure it out. He already knows that she's getting close, too close when she asked about his watch.
Shinjiro looks out on the city of Port Island, watching as the movie theatre lights snap into neon view. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she figured it out, showed up at the last moment to make everything better, save the day with her constantly shifting repertoire of Personas, be SEES' wonder kid all over again and avert his impending disaster. Yeah, wouldn't that be nice. His sarcasm has been wasted on himself for a long time; tonight is nothing different.
It's cold up here, with the lights flicking on below as Que Sera Sera kicks into business and the drunks and punks mill through the alleyway and chainlink promenade. Akihiko would always find him on the roof of Gekkoukan. Maybe, he thinks to himself, he's just been waiting for someone else dumb enough to chase after him.
For a moment, he squints into the distance, trying to pick out a head of brown hair and familiar barrettes in a crowd. He doesn't realize that he's taken a few steps closer to the edge to get a better look, see if it really is her, until a gust of wind rushes between the buildings and hits him with a wintry chill. Hell with this. Like she'd care. She's probably just watching movies with friends.
But it doesn't change the fact that he'll still return there, to the same rooftops, the same places. He'll still keep climbing that tower, just like he'll still sneak through the backdoor to get up here. He used to think that it was an exercise in will, in accomplishing something, but now he's not so sure.
Maybe, he wonders, he just wants someone to come up here and find him. He hopes it'll be her.
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing: Shinjiro/FMC a little
Word Count: 686
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Three of Wands
Rating: PG13
Shadows, shadows, shadows. Night after night, they scale that damn tower and try to reach the top. It doesn't seem to matter that he'll be gone after the end of the month, he's running himself as ragged as ever to do it. Tartarus, he realizes, is the one thing that he's not sure if he'll be able to resolve fully before October. Maybe that's why he's so intent on going each night.
Shinjiro Aragaki's breath clouds out and then disperses in the winter air. He's on the roof of the seedy mahjong club in Port Island, leaning against the side-rails and looking out over the city. It's always the roof. Something about the soul trying to escape, right? Maybe that's why Castor doesn't like being contained so much and fights it.
He's not entirely sure.
From the very first step, he's climbed that tower, scaled it inch by inch in an attempt to find out what was really going on, stop those damn shadows from ever coming back, and erase the need for Persona. When he thinks about it like that, reminds himself that there's no way that SEES is going to make it to the top before his time runs out, he ends up in places like this, on the roofs of buildings that he probably should know better to stay off of.
It won't take long before someone downstairs notices that the emergency exit is open, that he used it to get up here. He has a feeling that some of his teammates from the dorm probably suspect that something is up. How much longer does he have before someone notices, someone takes action? How can you predict the outcome of so many actions when all you have to go off of is an unlocked door, or a room with a cardboard box on a empty desk?
He's come where he has all by himself. Castor hitches along for the ride, but ultimately the person that has carried this body to the rooftops, has pushed it up Tartarus, has been him all along. Maybe someone will follow him. Hell, maybe that leader girl will figure it out. He already knows that she's getting close, too close when she asked about his watch.
Shinjiro looks out on the city of Port Island, watching as the movie theatre lights snap into neon view. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she figured it out, showed up at the last moment to make everything better, save the day with her constantly shifting repertoire of Personas, be SEES' wonder kid all over again and avert his impending disaster. Yeah, wouldn't that be nice. His sarcasm has been wasted on himself for a long time; tonight is nothing different.
It's cold up here, with the lights flicking on below as Que Sera Sera kicks into business and the drunks and punks mill through the alleyway and chainlink promenade. Akihiko would always find him on the roof of Gekkoukan. Maybe, he thinks to himself, he's just been waiting for someone else dumb enough to chase after him.
For a moment, he squints into the distance, trying to pick out a head of brown hair and familiar barrettes in a crowd. He doesn't realize that he's taken a few steps closer to the edge to get a better look, see if it really is her, until a gust of wind rushes between the buildings and hits him with a wintry chill. Hell with this. Like she'd care. She's probably just watching movies with friends.
But it doesn't change the fact that he'll still return there, to the same rooftops, the same places. He'll still keep climbing that tower, just like he'll still sneak through the backdoor to get up here. He used to think that it was an exercise in will, in accomplishing something, but now he's not so sure.
Maybe, he wonders, he just wants someone to come up here and find him. He hopes it'll be her.