Introduction::
This story is set two years after Persona 3 FES. Will contain Spoilers. It revolves around Akihiko and how he is quickly breaking down over the loss of his best friend. He resorts to drugs, where Shinji begins to haunt his dreams, thoughts, and his real life.
Will Contain; Spoilers, drug use, adult scenes, and eventually death. Heavy Angst.
I'm writing again. :) I hope you guys enjoy this. None of the characters belong to me, so I take no credit.
Onto the story!
Akihiko's eyes shut as he curled his fingers sharply into his own chest, exhaling a sharp breath as he felt his eyes water. It had been two years since he had last seen Shinjiro, since the group had defeated Nyx, and Aigis' decision where she would live as a human or not.
Yet over the two years he lived without Shinjiro he found it harder to pass the time. A broken heart wasn't one to mend easily, mostly when the boy died before your eyes.
Slowly standing Akihiko moved to the window of his own home. He had moved out of the dorm after he graduated and finished helping the world. He of course lived alone, frequent visits from Mitsuru and Yukari. Although he felt more closed off, and preferred to be alone.
A shaky hand rose as he pressed his fingers to the cold window, winter already having hit the area. He couldn't help but feel his lips curl into a smirk his eyes lowering as the silver-haired boy though, a low chuckle leaving his lips.
"Sanada." The firm voice echoed through the room, making Akihiko's fingers jerk from the window as he faced the redhead. Mitsuru stood in the door, her arms crossed and a frown touching her painted lips. The woman was wearing a white button down shirt, an usual black skirt laying over her long legs, with the same heels. She hadn't seemed to change over her two years, but supposed it for the better.
"Sanada.." She started again stepping into the room as she frowned at her childhood friend. "Tch, you need to get out.. You're always in here.." She murmured her eyes lowering, not surprised too much when Akihiko turned around.
Akihiko's fingers touched the glass once more before he just sort of snorted. He wasn't too into the scene anymore, his time in boxing died out, and his scholarship probably already passed. He didn't feel no motivation, even if he always bragged he'd do everything better now for both he and Shinjiro. He moved around and sat down onto the futon, his head lowering as his fingers fisted at his boxers looking up to find the redhead gone, and he couldn't help but laugh lowly. No one seemed to stay around it was just his luck.
He slowly laid back down, stretching his long legs out over the futon so his feet hung off. His arm moved and draped over his own face, lips curling into a smile as he let himself fall back to sleep.
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Akihiko ran after Shinjiro as the male walked out of the hopsital, frowning at his friend. "Hey, wait! Shinji!" He called after the other man stepping up behind him. He held his jacket over his own shoulder, as he always seemed to be doing. "What the hell is going on?" He questioned the back of the other man's head, frowning at him. "Why do you have those pills?" Suppressants.. Of all things. He wasn't surprised Shinjiro stayed quiet, so he continued. "I heard about those, they're taken to suppress a Persona when the user can't control it.." He was sure that Shinjiro knew, too. "But the side effects.." His eyes rose as Shinji turned around to face him continuing to frown. "You're not taking them are you?" He demanded. Though when Shinji stayed quiet his anger spiked, glaring at his friend. "Answer me!" He demanded once more surprised at the other man's answer. "I don't owe you anything." Shinji muttered, just sort of staring at the male that stood before him. "Tch.. The same as always." Akihiko snorted, glaring at the male who stood before him. He received a sharp glare from Shinjiro, who retorted quickly with his own response. "Save it, I've heard it all before. You think I'm wasting my power, but you're too thick-headed. I'm tired of your damn preaching." He had felt the anger boil in him, and he jerked his fist letting it collide with the other boy's cheek. His body shook with little trembles, ignoring the people who looked then quickly left. Shinjiro just didn't understand, he would lose him.. And he couldn't lose another person.
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Eyes snapped open as Akihiko awoke, the light already gone from outside as night had settled. A light coat of sweat was touching his body, which he quickly wiped off his forehead and let out a little sniffle. He had been having dreams lately, repeats of what had happened, everything was going downhill. He wasn't Akihiko anymore, the confident young man that quickly took lead as Minato did. He had been taking drugs, ones that no one believe that Akihiko would even bother to take. Heroin had taken over his life, abused his arms but made him feel better. His inside elbows touched by itchy scabs that usually bothered him during the nighttime, where he usually had his spikes.
Slowly rolling over Akihiko grabbed the box beside his bed grinning as he gazed at it. His lips parted as he debated over shooting up, it would help him fall back to sleep.
Eyes began to droop as he gave a low sigh his fingers twitching a little bit. He was surprised though as a hand set over his own just sort of staring at it before he looked up. Brown hair and pale skin covered his view, which made him do a double-take. The black-beanie held the person's head, with the familiar long red jacket lined with black collars. Lanky legs and a thin frame, it was obvious Shinjiro was standing before him.
Pale lips fell apart as he stared up to Shinjiro, his head raising a moment more as he shifted his fingers under the dead man's. He didn't even register the small box being pulled from his hands and the darker haired male scolded him. He saw his lips move, but he found himself not able to do anything but stare, his eyes beginning to burn as tears swelled in his eyes. He was surprised as Shinjiro laughed and got on the bed next to him and a finger was in his face.
"Aki.. Stop your crying.." The firm voice scolded, his sickly form moving as he moved a hand out and slid his fingertips over Akihiko's cheek. "You're breaking down.. Why are you doing this to yourself..? So much for being strong for both of us.."
Akihiko was surprised, fingers curling into his sheets as he listened to the other man beside him. He finally turned his head as the fingertips touched his skin looking towards the man beside him. "Shinjiro.." He started, moving his hand and gently sliding his hand over the taller man's shoulder. He was dreaming wasn't he? But the feeling of his heavy heart proved otherwise. He was into Shinji's arms within seconds, his face pressed firmly down into the man's collarbone letting out a sharp exhale. If he was going crazy he preferred it, everything seemed to be lifted off his shoulders.
Shinjiro frowned though, his hand moving to curl itself over the other man's waist as he held Aki to his chest his head tilting to the side as he placed his cheek onto the male's head. His eyes slowly shut as he listened to the gently chokes and noises of the male before him. "Now, Akihiko.. This isn't like you.." He started surprised when his chest was hit by a formed fist, falling quiet. His long fingers moving as he slid them up into Akihiko's hair pulling the trembling man into his lap his head tilting down.
He didn't understand why he felt like this, why Shinji was sitting before him. Nevertheless he pressed closer his fist moving slowly about Shinji's neck as he coughed sharply. He had changed.. Shinji had too, he supposed no one stayed the same. Though he felt the anger boil in his body again and he lifted his head glaring more at Shinji when he noticed the sad look he was getting. "You.. Fucking idiot!" He started and shook his head shutting his eyes tightly a moment. "You just.. Tch.. You didn't deserve to die, Shinjiro.. I need-" He was quickly cut off as cold lips pressed into his own silencing his rambling. Gaze softened as he stared at Shinjiro, his eyes slowly shutting as he pressed his lips back into the other man's. What a thing to talk about, kissing a dead boy..
All thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he found himself on his back, exhaling sharply as he leaned his head up eyes shutting tightly as the lips broke from his own. A low gasp leaving his lips as those cold lips found themselves on his neck, gently biting his skin and hands pinning his wrists to the pillow. "Shinji.." He was surprised he even managed to say anything, another gasp leaning his lips as the male bit his collarbone. His eyes opened as he looked down to Shinji, sniffing a moment as he looked him over. The dark-haired male had a devious look on his face, and he was honestly wishing he could move his arms. He exhaled though shaking his head as he felt Shinjiro move, the man's legs going on either side of his and pressing more weight into his wrists.
"You need to stop the drugs, Aki.." He whispered leaning down and sliding his lips slowly over Akihiko's adam's apple. His hips dipping down to lightly rub against the male's toned stomach smirking at the response he received.
Akihiko gasped as his fingers curled tightly his head slumping back into the pillows his toes curling up. "A-ah.. But…" He started, gasping once more as he earned a sharp bite to his neck as a scolding.
Head slowly rolled to the side as he looked towards the man atop of him though he paused. "Shinji..?" He started slowly sitting up his eyes drooping. The dark-haired man was no where in sight, his box opened and the effects of heroin haven kicked in. Shaky hands moved as he grabbed the items, stuffing them back into the box. He exhaled sharply as he jerked, his head turning as the contents spilled across his floor, his hand rubbing over his face.
He hadn't remembered shooting up, nor had he had hallucinations of Shinjiro before, mostly of the naughty nature. He placed his hand to his own face though as he felt his mouth go dry his skin nice and warm to the touch. The high was great, it certainly took his pain away, yet he couldn't fill that spot.
His fingers twitched as he rolled over wrapping his arms about his pillow staring at the wall as he just sort of grinned. He supposed this wouldn't be too bad.. Going crazy and taking heroin just to see the person he missed? His eyes drooped and fell shut as he relaxed himself.
Too bad he didn't know the dark haired male stood to the side, fingers curled into the doorframe and watching him. Perhaps he wasn't crazy.
