This is something I came up at the last minute. It was really meant to be a one - shot, but depending upon reviews / opinions / time / inspiration I will make it a tad longer than what it's really supposed to.

Series: Persona 3
Rating: T -- for language [ Shinjirou's fault, obviously ] And a couple of future suggestive scenes.
Pairing: Shinjirou x Akihiko
Inspiration Song: Yellowcard - View From Heaven


Disclaimer :: I do not own neither the song lyrics, the song itself or the characters involved in the development of this fanfiction.

Enjoy ~

I'm just so tired
Won't you sing me to sleep
And fly through my dreams
So I can hitch a ride with you tonight
And get away from this place
Have a new name and face
I just ain't the same without you in my life

Late night drives, all alone in my car
I can't help but start
Singing lines from all our favorite songs
And melodies in the air
Singin' life just ain't fair
Sometimes I still just can't believe you're gone

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Shinjirou didn't know what it was. He could never put his finger on it; no matter how much he tried, the youth could never place a direct assumption as to the reason why he found that person, in particular, so intriguing. What was it? Something, somehow, lured him towards the source-- as a moth to a flame, the same as the dots that ended the sentences of a suicidal letter; the same way a mosquito is dumbfounded by the patch of flesh that it's about to assault. As stupid as it may seem, he, the great Shinjirou Aragaki, the lone wolf who needed absolutely no one to cover for him. He, the one who never needed a shoulder to lean on, even if he in reality he did but merely decided against it.

How is it that one small thing developed into something so large? Kind of like an avalanche. It's caused by something diminutive and ends up consuming the little town that had been built below the mountain since years long passed.

Rubbing his temple, his body still slouched into the contours of that couch that had held his frame for several hours now, just like in the past; when he just sat there and indulged himself in deep thought. Just thinking made him feel better, or maybe worse?

Both choices were bad, but which one was rose than the other was still uncertain. One thing was, though. The brunette had somehow developed a close attachment to his childhood friend. Of course, one would assume that it's mainly a brotherly love type of thing like most guys would pin - point it as so it wouldn't seem like it was something more than that. But in his case this didn't exactly apply to such a situation.

It was a nerve breaking one;

A breathtaking one;

A brain wrecking one all together...

But why? That's what snapped at the individual the most. Why was it that after spending all of these years; after snuggling up together underneath the covers each night when the other couldn't sleep; after hushing so many cries when that pale face was covered in colorless, salty droplets? They never had such a problem such as close contact, uncomfortable situations... it was more along the lines of... pleasant. The feel of trust, trust in one another-- the fact that they could whisper in each others ears innocent little wishes, small pleas of hope that they would somehow wind up somewhere better; little giggles filled with contentment, that bubbly sensation of friendship was enough to keep them both going, enough to keep them linked. So how did something so wondrous become such a crumbling scenario?

Growling in frustration; hands plastered against his face in order to conceal those expressions from the invasion of the illumination that filled that filled that silence filled room whilst Koromaru sat down beside him, whining softly-- simply wondering what was going on, what was wrong, how he could help even if he had no medias to. He had no verbal comfort to offer the poor male, thus, the canine simply curled up beside them in order to make sure that the other knew he wasn't alone.

No, he knew this. He knew that he wasn't the only one. He wasn't alone.

This time they were riding this boat with more passengers than what they could bargain for. All on this one - way ticket to solving the grand puzzle of Tartarus and the Shadows that was eating away their years of youth; but they weren't going to allow it to continue.

And that's when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. Jolting to his senses, startled features shooting up to meet a more - than - familiar face neighboring his current location. Grumbling softly, Shinjirou slumped back into his chair as a soft "Hey" came to his senses. The cause of all of his sleepless nights, his ongoing migranes was now standing beside him.

Glancing off to the opposite direction, not really wanting to make eye contact any time soon, his beanie helped out in such a task as his own raspy, low tone of voice answered with a blunt "What do you want, Aki?"

This is all I can come up with right now. Let me know if I'm doing good and I'll continue? D;