tr0llin' u, bab3! <3
Title: tr0llin' u, bab3! <3
Word Count: 2,758
Characters/Pairings: Jin/Fuuka
Contains: Language, Smut, Comedy, Suggestive
Rating: T
Summary: Fuuka trolls in her spare time, and Jin happens to be one of her victims.
He wrestled with the doorknob for a minute, jangling it around-the damn thing always got stuck! After managing to open it, he struggled vigorously to force the bike he had been using through the too-small doorway-he always had to lift the front wheel upward and sort of shove it in at an awkward angle to get it inside. For some reason it was being particularly difficult to fit through today, and he had to thrust it about in a ruckus to make it work... These were the sort of things you dealt with regularly when you lived in a rundown shithole like he did. Not that he was complaining about the dingy, old apartment he lived in per se-at least he had room-mates.
“Jin...” Groaned an ever-so-slightly irritated but not necessarily angry tone at the quite ungraceful crash he’d just made through the front door.
Ah, room-mates... He thought with sudden disdain after adjusting his bulky corrective lenses. His brow knitted together in vexation as he scanned the messy floor-a month’s worth of trash from cheap take-out and instant ramen littered the place, along with his room-mates various personal things-why did they always wait for him to straighten everything up?!
“Can you not be a little more...gentle?” His comrade’s strangely pleasant rasp of a voice cooed.
Jin glanced at him momentarily through his thick, yellow-tinted lenses-the young, hippie-attired man was collapsed across a ratty, red sofa looking half-asleep. His head rested in the lap of a redheaded girl in Lolita sitting on the end-she seemed to be fiddling with the ribbons in her hair, somewhat in a daze.
“I could if the door would stop being such a pain!” He justified his earlier rampage while kicking off his shoes.
Sighing, he walked across the room and opened their mini-refrigerator to snag himself a Mad Bull. After popping it open, he promptly unplugged his laptop computer and lifted it from its usual charging spot on the fridge.
“I’m gonna check the progress on the revenge site-see if we have any jobs for tonight.” Jin mentioned, heading for his and Takaya’s shared room-Chidori, being female, had the privilege of her own, personal room.
“Indeed... Please do.” Muttered Takaya, his eyes remaining closed.
Jin opened up his laptop on their bed and took a swig of the Mad Bull while the screen’s lights flicked on vibrantly. He glanced at the clock in the bottom-right corner of his desktop: 9:42 PM.
It wasn’t very late at all, so he had time to check a few personal things briefly.
Like his blog.
Smiling, he pulled up the URL for “Jin’s World”, his personal tech-blog that was rather popular-he received heavy traffic daily and was well-known amongst an exceptional circle of hackers and coders.
The internet was wonderful-even though he was a “nobody” in real life, with this, he was actually kind of famous and influential. In fact, he had first started leaking the rumors and corresponding link to their revenge request service via his blog.
Tonight, he would probably do the usual: check his updates, read his comments, some chatting with his net peers, and a little pimping of that revenge page.
Except something was wrong.
A frown spread across Jin’s face as he glared at his page. His little “Jin’s World” .gif had been modified-a red “x” had been comically placed over his title, and underneath in a similar red were the words, “PWNED!!”
Impossible. Jin thought as he scrolled rapidly through the page-all his posts were LOLcats!
Jin rapidly logged in to fix the damage-he always kept backups, but the fact that someone actually bypassed his security shocked the hell out of him. No ordinary person could do something like this...
Upon logging in, a “new message” prompt pinged up on his account. He clicked on it.
“Dear Jin,
I initially only stopped by because of your popularity.
Then I happened to notice how ingeniously coded and secure your stuff was.
Not good enough, though-because as you can see, you’ve been PWNED.
Try and stop me.
I’ll be baaaack~
-The Fuukanator”
His face flushed with anger and his brow wrinkled in detestation.
Who the hell was this “Fuukanator” guy, and why was he screwing with him?!
Jin had half a mind to write his little troll back, but knew that in doing so he would only encourage more childish shenanigans.
He had to admit though-this person was particularly impressive.
However! Jin Shirato is far more impressive! He declared to himself mentally.
This guy wasn’t going to get the better of him.
His fingers stroked the keys like lightning-if “Fuukanator” was coming back, then he’d be ready for him.
***
“Is something the matter, Jin?” Takaya’s voice asked in something of a purr as the odd threesome filed back into their shabby living place.
The night had been only slightly eventful-the event being Takaya gunning down some guy whose information Jin had dug up for the revenge service. Chidori had done the usual, ensuring that they wouldn’t be detected by any who might interfere. She was always careful to keep a veil on each of them to disguise the fact that they were Persona-users-and to hide their whereabouts.
All in all, they were successful and now returning just as the Dark Hour ended.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” Jin said confidently as he pulled out one of the wooden chairs surrounding a small, round table nestled in the center of their “living room”. Takaya did the same, choosing a chair across from Jin. Chidori opted for the old sofa again, this time with her sketchbook in hand.
“In fact, I’m about to see how well my genius worked right now...” Jin stated with optimistic confidence as he opened up his laptop on the table. Takaya watched Jin’s hands as they flashed across the keys with interest.
The sound of enthusiastic typing suddenly subsided.
“I-It can’t be..!!” Jin stuttered in disbelief.
“Hmm?” Takaya remarked with amusement at Jin’s widening eyes and shaking hands.
“Dear Jin,
Try harder.
I’ll be baaaack~
-The Fuukanator”
“I don’t believe this!! How did this guy get in without leaving a trace?! My programs should’ve detected him on spot and leaked all his information to me!!” Jin gestured his hands wildly, quite upset at being bested a second time at his own specialty.
He chewed on the end of his thumb and looked up at Takaya, who had been calmly polishing his revolver while listening to the cries of astonishment.
Jin wondered what he could possibly do...this person was just too good.
“Perhaps instead of trying to block anon’s access or hijack anon’s information, you could set a ‘trap’ for the next time anon attempts to vandalize you-one that will load itself onto anon’s computer the minute they access your site.” The matter-of-fact statement came from the last person Jin would have expected. Takaya apparently thought it odd as well, because he stared at her with the same “wtf?” look as Jin.
“What?" Chidori asked sharply in correspondence to their gawking over the fact that she knew a thing or two about computers. “Well, where do you think I read my doujin? The dumpster?”
“Actually, that might just work...” Jin considered Chidori’s suggestion with a smirk of discovery.
“No, it will work!” He announced strongly before he started typing up a storm.
“Well, we wish you luck, Jin.” Takaya said with sincerity before retiring to their joint room.
Jin focused on nothing but his screen.
The “Fuukanator” was going down. Hard.
***
“Oooohhhhh...”
An unpleasant and exhausted voice moaned loudly from beneath a pile of white sheets.
“Busy night, perchance?” Takaya’s voice inquired casually, further arousing him from his slumber.
Jin rubbed the bags under his eyes and peered through the covers at Takaya with irritation-he was already wide-awake and sitting on the bed fixing his hair or some other nonsense...
Darting his eyes over to the only window, he saw the smallest rays of light trying to peek through their pitiful makeshift sleeping bag of a curtain.
Groaning and feeling very cranky at only getting a few hours of sleep, Jin attempted to get himself out of bed. Unfortunately, “getting out of bed” involved getting tangled up in the sheets and rolling off the mattress to fall smack against the hard, unforgiving floor.
“Ahhgh!”
“It would do you well to get more sleep-we can’t have you collapsing on us when we need you most, Jin...” Takaya said in an almost motherly sort of way. He had always been a stickler for sleep-most likely because of a certain Persona he possessed.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Jin picked himself up off the floor after freeing himself from the sheets.
He stumbled over to his nightstand and seized his glasses, the only thing he needed right now.
He didn’t even bother to get dressed as he left the room at an unsteady pace, still wearing just a long, white button-up shirt and his neon-green boxers.
He let out a huge yawn as he staggered over to the table. Chidori was seated there, eating some sort of delicate looking strawberry cake-didn’t she ever eat any real food?
After attempting to smooth back what he knew was currently a wreck of blue hair, he grabbed the cereal box and poured himself some fruity loops-real food. Takaya must’ve already eaten breakfast, because the milk and bowls were already set out for Jin’s usage.
“Did it work?” Chidori asked nonchalantly as she let her fork dance across the vanilla icing of her delicacy.
“I’m about to check right now.”
Pulling his laptop next to his cereal bowl, Jin opened it up and began typing some things at an astounding speed.
Only a minute or so had passed when a big smile spread across his face.
“It worked!!” He announced with glee, his typing speed increasing.
“He managed to counter me before I could fully load it, but I managed to knock out his internet temporarily-and I’ve obtained a general location for this guy...” Jin explained the details happily to Chidori, who didn’t seem to care much.
“I take it that Jin has succeeded?” Takaya asked as he took a seat on the couch.
“Of course I did...” Jin uttered proudly, still fixated entirely on the screen. “The location is-”
“Holy shit-it’s Tatsumi Port Island!” Jin yelled in surprise, pushing his chair back.
“To think that your tormentor resided directly beneath our noses...” Takaya let out a creepy chuckle. “I’d say this calls for some...retribution.” He pulled his revolver from its holster and began spinning the barrel around.
Jin pushed his glasses back up the ridge of his nose and started thinking...
This person lived nearby, and he had knocked out this person’s internet access for the time being. If this person had the sort of personality that he speculated, then this person wouldn’t take a loss sitting down. Most likely, they would attempt to use that popular internet café down at Paulownia Mall... Yes, it was a high probability.
And Jin would take any chance he could to confront this guy face-to-face.
Yes, he was going to do this!
“It’s fine, Takaya!” He said as he jumped up to go grab his pants off their room’s floor.
As soon as he had left the living room, he was back again-zipping up his fly and reaching for the handles of his lousy bike. He gave something of a fistpump before opening the front door, a pleased and wicked smile on his face.
“I’m gonna handle this one personally!”
Get ready, Fuukanator!
***
It was no surprise that the mall was rather abuzz today, seeing as it was the weekend. It had started to rain slightly on his bike-ride over, but he had managed to avoid getting more than a few raindrops on him. The morning shower had been very light and unnoticeable-only to be evidenced by the plethora of gray clouds swirling about.
When he strolled casually into the internet café, he stopped to take a deep breath.
His blue eyes darted around in anticipation, looking at everyone and their computer screens...
I know you’re here, Fuukanator... I can feel it.
His gut instinct was never wrong.
Jin calmly and inconspicuously began spying on other people’s screens while pretendeding to look for a free computer to use...
That kid is streaming videos...that guy keeps switching his tab between the local news and a porn site...that girl is updating her “status”...
Then he saw him.
There was no mistaking it-“Jin’s World” was clearly on this hooded guy’s screen.
Gotcha.
Jin didn’t even bother to think when he grabbed this guy’s unexpectedly slender wrist and pulled him out of his seat.
“You’re coming with me!” He declared as he dragged this guy’s hide to the café’s public restroom. The person tripped along to keep up with him, and didn’t seem to struggle much-this guy wasn’t very strong.
Jin only let him go as he promptly locked the door behind them, and proceeded to pull down the guy’s hood and yank off his sunglasses.
He was completely unprepared for what he saw.
A girl stood in front of him looking rather startled and confused. She had short, aquamarine-colored hair, and looked completely and irrefutably harmless. Even when she spoke, her voice was the indication of nothing but pure innocence:
“W-What do you want?”
Fantastic. He had just forcefully dragged some girl into a locked restroom with him, and now she was staring at him all frightened like he was some sort of rapist!
But she wasn’t innocent at all.
She was the Fuukanator.
She had to be.
“Listen, you! I want to know why you’re screwing with me-and don’t try to play dumb, because I know you’re the Fuukanator!” Jin demanded hotly while pointing an accusatory finger at her.
Her eyes widened as if she had just realized something, and she stared at him for a minute.
The silence was broken when she let loose a disturbing giggle-well, at least she wasn’t scared anymore.
“Ohhh... So you’re Jin? Pfft-” She laughed a little more to herself, sounding somewhat pleased. Jin’s left eye twitched in irritation at her reaction to him.
“I’m sorry-I just didn’t expect you to take it this far... You actually tracked me down in real life?” Her soft voice sounded kind of giddy as she continued. “That’s pretty impressive!”
No-you’re impressive. I can’t believe it was someone like you...
Jin looked her over again. This girl was actually pretty cute-and she was also a sick, sadistic, devious genious that bypassed his security with her tech prowess, and goddamn this was turning him on...
“Well, I want you to stop!” Jin scolded, focusing back on the matter at hand.
“Sorry, sorry-” She said rather insincerely while running her svelte fingers through her haircut to make sure it was in order. “-It’s just when I saw how good you were, I simply had to get into your system.” She explained.
“Pfft. I’d sure like to get into your system...”
Oh shit-! Did he really just say that...outloud!?
M-maybe she’ll think I meant her computer...
No such luck, apparently, because her eyes widened in sudden surprise and she even gasped slightly.
D-Dammit! Jin, you’re such an idiot!
“Um, you see what I meant was-” He started to mumble, but then noticed that she had this really weird smile on her face-she was also blushing slightly and looking downward.
“W-Well...if you want that, you should come with me, then...”
He didn’t have any time to react whatsoever before she had grabbed his arm this time, and started dragging him hastily outside of the mall...
***
Making out in a random, dark alley in the middle of the rain with some girl that had made him her bitch was a new experience for Jin-he liked it, too.
After a fervent game of excited and uncontrolled kissing, the girl whispered something into his ear:
“Please don’t think this means that I’m going to stop trolling your ass...”
Jin inwardly sighed, not very surprised. Actually, he could look forward to something like this-he’d already bested her himself that last time. He smiled, thinking that it would be a fun challenge between their brilliant selves.
“Bring it on then, baby.”
He was so asking this girl for her e-mail address...