{ Catalyst }
Title: Catalyst
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Akihiko Sanada
Word Count: 418
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Ace of Wands
Rating: PG13
"You want help with that?" Akihiko grinned up at him from the bottom of the stairs, watching his childhood friend cart a box of belongings up to his old room. "We could have a moving-in party like the girls had for Fuuka and everything."
Shinjiro rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on getting the door open and not dropping the box. "You don't need to look so smug, Aki."
"Me, smug?" The boxer hopped up the stairs in several energetic bounds, and got the door to the spare room for him. "I'm just excited you're finally back. It took you long enough, anyway. I was starting to worry that you wouldn't be able to catch up."
Dropping the box of his belongings on the bed, Shinjiro cocked an eyebrow at his friend's comment. "What, you don't think I can take care of myself out there anymore?"
"I'm just saying that you haven't been in the game for a while. Sure you still know all the rules?" Akihiko grinned playfully.
"You wait and see."
"I will." The white-haired boy replied, then dashed out into the hall for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a silver case. "It's the same one you had before. I was hoping that you'd come back.
Shinjiro took the briefcase, set it down by the desk, and shook his head. "You never knew when to quit."
"Hey, it paid off, right? Alright, I gotta go, but tomorrow night let's go to Hakagure. My treat."
Akihiko waved and then disappeared back into the hallway then down the stairs. Alone in his old room, barren of decoration or personal marking, Shinjiro sagt on the bed and looked at the silver case containing his Evoker.
Yeah, he was coming back. Akihiko was right about that at least.
Shinjiro popped open the clasps and took out the gun that rested inside the box, his fingers running over the cold metal. The last time he'd touched this, things had gone horribly wrong. He'd made a promise to himself that he would never go back to this, that his first time killing another person would be the last time he wielded this power. But things had changed.
Shinjiro let the Evoker drop onto the table with a soft thud.
He just hoped he had the courage to finish what he's started.
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Akihiko Sanada
Word Count: 418
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Ace of Wands
Rating: PG13
"You want help with that?" Akihiko grinned up at him from the bottom of the stairs, watching his childhood friend cart a box of belongings up to his old room. "We could have a moving-in party like the girls had for Fuuka and everything."
Shinjiro rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on getting the door open and not dropping the box. "You don't need to look so smug, Aki."
"Me, smug?" The boxer hopped up the stairs in several energetic bounds, and got the door to the spare room for him. "I'm just excited you're finally back. It took you long enough, anyway. I was starting to worry that you wouldn't be able to catch up."
Dropping the box of his belongings on the bed, Shinjiro cocked an eyebrow at his friend's comment. "What, you don't think I can take care of myself out there anymore?"
"I'm just saying that you haven't been in the game for a while. Sure you still know all the rules?" Akihiko grinned playfully.
"You wait and see."
"I will." The white-haired boy replied, then dashed out into the hall for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a silver case. "It's the same one you had before. I was hoping that you'd come back.
Shinjiro took the briefcase, set it down by the desk, and shook his head. "You never knew when to quit."
"Hey, it paid off, right? Alright, I gotta go, but tomorrow night let's go to Hakagure. My treat."
Akihiko waved and then disappeared back into the hallway then down the stairs. Alone in his old room, barren of decoration or personal marking, Shinjiro sagt on the bed and looked at the silver case containing his Evoker.
Yeah, he was coming back. Akihiko was right about that at least.
Shinjiro popped open the clasps and took out the gun that rested inside the box, his fingers running over the cold metal. The last time he'd touched this, things had gone horribly wrong. He'd made a promise to himself that he would never go back to this, that his first time killing another person would be the last time he wielded this power. But things had changed.
Shinjiro let the Evoker drop onto the table with a soft thud.
He just hoped he had the courage to finish what he's started.