Black Butterfly
Tatsuya Sudou- Persona 2: Eternal Punishment.
Summery: Sudou's family and school experiences shape who he is and who he will become. After a chance meeting with Nyarlathotep his fate is sealed.
Notes: This is NOT Tatsuya Suou, it's Tatsuya SUDOU. They're very different people. Tatsuya SUOU is Katsuya's little brother and star of Innocent Sin. Tatsuya SUDOU is Tatsuzou's son, King Leo (in innocent sin) and paper-bag-man (in eternal punishment) Yeah, Sudou's the crazy one that hears voices. XDD This is mainly his story in Batsu.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of the Persona 2 games, but I DO own this fanfiction. It may not be reproduced or altered without my explicit permission.
Chapter 1: First Day
Tatsuya Sudou stared into the bright, clean mirror, quickly rummaging his fingers through his mid-length, thick, blond hair. He allowed his reflection to gaze back for a minute before his lips curved upward into his usual sardonic smile.
He didn't consider himself the most handsome of men, but he certainly didn't think he was bad looking either, and that was the crux of it all. He would show his father he was more than meets the eye. He would show him that he wasn't the worthless piece of shit that his father always had told him he was. No. He would show his father that he meant something, that he was better than that. He would prove it by turning over a new leaf, starting with his first day of high school. No longer would he be known as "that weird kid" or "that freak," he would be given a better nickname. Maybe "that cool guy" or "that sexy-beast." Tatsuya now stared into space. To him the possibilities were endless.
After another moment of him taking pleasure in his reflection he heard a bell ring loud and clear over the intercom. The second one that day.
Tatsuya turned away from the mirror and began to take long strides out of Seven's bathroom, confident with his plan. The strong school lights shone down upon his pale skin, giving the appearance that he .was glowing, that he was a star, that-
"Shit, that was the late bell!"
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By the time Tatsuya had made it to his class, his freshly preened hair was in disarray, his breath ragged, and his confidence? Gone.
Ten minutes. Ten whole minutes it had taken him to find his first class. In retrospect he realized that maybe he should have actually planned out how he was going to become popular instead of just figuring it was going to happen. Sudou didn't feel like dwelling on that fact though, and as he slipped through the classroom door, he was greeted by two dozen pairs of eyes.
"Late." It took a second for this word to register in Tatsuya's mind. His realized that his thought process seemed to be working a bit slow that day.
"Late?" He asked meekly. Maybe he had just misheard.
Two dozen eyes looked in his direction.
"Oh!" the cogs in his mind began spinning at normal speed again. "You mean to class!"
The only response his comment was given was the single raise of an eyebrow, and the room was silent. Tatsuya's head drooped and he migrated towards the lone seat in the back of the class. The day already had gotten off to a bad start.
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By midday he had almost entirely given up on making his first day at Seven Sisters a success. Almost. The third period was about to end and he had yet to speak more than the three sentence he had uttered at the very beginning of the day. And after his first period of literature he realized that two of those three sentences were probably fragments. He figured that speaking less meant that he had less room for mistakes. He would just wait and lie low for the perfect time to make his big entrance, or at least recover from his first entrance.
By this time he was beginning to realize the exact social structure of class. To his front left were the geeks. "Snot-nosed bastards" he had thought when one had made a smart-assed comment when he sat down after begin late.
To his front right were the jocks, the people that Tatsuya described as "fucking morons." There were groups in between, but he didn't really care about any of them. Those weren't the people he would have to endear himself to. They were just extras, waste, weirdos. Of course, he was apart of their group right now, but eventually he would move up, that he was still confident of, and making lasting relationships with any of them would just hold him back.
"Tatsuya Sudou?" Tatsuya's was slapped back into reality and out of his day-dreaming. A new teacher had entered the room since he'd last paid attention, and his name had been called. For… a question? Sudou noticed everyone staring at him for the second time that day.
"I guess now would be a good time to say something," he thought, sitting up a bit straighter, preparing his mind for the answer he was going to give.
"Uh?"
Okay, maybe that wasn't the answer the teacher wanted. The class continued to stare and Tatsuya watched his instructor's eyebrow raise, for the second time that day. "I think I should have asked what the question was before responding," he thought, blushing from embarrassment.
"Tatsyua Sudou, 'Um' does not tell me whether or not you're the son of the Tatsuzou Sudou," the teacher moved to sit back down, his fingertips trailing lightly on his deep brown desk.
Tatsuya's jaw dropped slightly. "What?" He thought. Another awkward silence, and then again he thought "I guess I should give some response." So as Tatsuya bobbed his head up and down, the class and teacher slowly removed their gazes from him. Finally, the class resumed as normal.
Sudou felt himself give a sigh of relief. "Okay, so I think I've avoided social disaster so far. Only a few more hours to go. Then I can go home and figure out how to fix this travesty. And I can choose my new nickname! 'Big-boy's sounding awfully good right now…"
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It was towards the end of the day when the next school-life changing event happened.
Looking back on it, Tatsuya clearly remembered that the room seemed darker at the time, and he figured that he should have taken that as a bad omen.
That or he should have realized that the room was bound to be darker when the lights were turned off for a film.
In any case, he remembered that the room had grown quite a bit darker, and the dim of the emergency light flooded his desk with a strange yellow light. It was toward the end of the day, maybe the last period had already ended. Tatsuya wouldn't have known, since he had been daydreaming the entire day. In any case, the instructor had already left for the day, and most kids were grabbing their books, getting ready to head out.
That was when he was finally noticed.
"Hey! You're that Sudou boy, right?" Tatsuya dumbly nodded, wondering how exactly a fifteen year-old kid knew of his father. After all, he wasn't a pop-star or diva or anything…he was a political figure. Didn't kids not pay attention to those nowadays?
"Don't say much, do ya?" Now kids were beginning to gather around like vultures, coming in for the kill. Tatsuya remained silent, trying to huddle as far down to his desk as he could.
"He's kinda twitchy too, ya know? Like he's crazy or somethin'. The silent-but-deady type. The one that'll snap." Other students murmured in agreement to this.
"Say something, SAY SOMETHING!" Tatsuya's mind was telling him. His body, on the other hand, wasn't responding properly. It was just shaking and sweating uncontrollably. "Please, PLEASE!" But apparently the connection between his mind and lips was a bit off that day, because in his defense all he could say was "Mmpf" and even that went unnoticed.
"No, he's said a lot, remember, those three sentences at the beginning of the day?"
Damn, Tatsuya hated sarcasm. He felt like crying, and not for the first time that day. Crying now, though, would only make things harder for him. A witty comeback was what was needed in this situation. Either that or someone to protect him: to stand up for him. His lips continued to try and form words and eyes scanned the circle of peers, trying to find one that would-
"-Yeah, and two of those sentences were fragments!" A kid from the smart-asses. Not the type of defense he was looking for.
Tatsuya's lips kept moving in his defense, but he found no sound was coming out.
"Look at 'em," Tatsuya's eyes snapped to the other side of the room; it was a Fucking Moron, "can't even think of what to say. Can't even defend himself!"
Their voices sounded, no, felt, stifling. His lower lip trembled slightly, and his breathing became ragged for the second time that day. "No," his whisper was soft, inaudible to everyone except for him. "No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Not again." Voices were still around him. All around him. The other freshmen's voices. "Father's going to kill me. He's really going to kill me this time." His lips kept forming those words over and over again, mind racing back to all the times he had-
"What's he doing!" Voices kept circling him, and Tatsuya felt his hands tighten into a fist. More voices, and he kept muttering the same thing.
He kept his mind focused on that and off what was going on around him, until a single voice rose from the midst of "Look at him, mumbling to himself. What a fucking psychopath."
"Psychopath?" Tatsuya felt his heart beat quicken. "Psychopath!" His thoughts rose and boiled over.
And at that moment Tatsuya Sudou's high school nickname was chosen.
AN: This will be ongoing, and I promise the writing will get at least slightly better next chapter, since I hopefully won't be rushed as much. All comments are welcome and appreciated. :P
I'll edit this chapter again some day.
Preview:
Chapter 2: Aliens
Tatsuya "psychopath" Sudou finds himself ranting about the power of Aliens to his History teacher, and forms an unlikely ally in his conspiracy theories. He also speaks with his father… With not-so-happy results.