Persona: Thanatophobia
Thanatophobia, more commonly known as the fear of death.Morpheus: The Greek God of Dreams, son of Hypnos and nephew to Thanatos. He appears as people in dreams, and could take the form of anyone he wished, but he has wings in his true form. He turned in the throes of a nightmare. Horrific images of Nyx flooded his mind and filled his heart with deep anguish.
How could he bare it?
Thanatos did not like to see people suffer...
Minato Arisato sat up with a start, eyes wide and his body drenched in a cold sweat. With trembling hands, he reached for the clock on the bedside table; 1:10 Am.
He had slept through the Dark Hour? Why had the rest of S.E.E.S. not woken him and let him fight?
No... No, they had told him why- well, whispered behind his back really, they thought he could not hear them; Ryoji, Death...
Minato slumped back into bed, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes wandered the room, landing on an empty patch of air. That was where... He had shown Minato the truth of himself... And where he was willing to sacrifice himself for a reprieve of peace.
He shut his eyes as tears began to prick in the corner of his eyes. He turned to face the wall with a sad, aching heart.
He knew. He knew that S.E.E.S. would... That they would have to inevitably face...
No matter how often Minato told himself otherwise, he knew that he would never see that scarfed student again, the one who flirted with girls and boys alike, he would never see Ryoji again. Another sad twinge from his heart and Minato could hold back the tears no longer. They streamed down his face, salty and warm, soaking into his pillow.
'Why are you crying Minato? Don't cry...'
Teary eyes opened slowly, through blurry vision he could make out the form of a figure sitting on the edge of his bed.
What... What dream was this? What gesture was this from Morpheus?
'Ryoji?' His voice was a whisper of disbelief. Minato reached out a hand slowly. He could only focus clearly when a hand seized his own, warmth spread through his body like a sudden electric shock.
'Hi...' Death incarnate gave him a sad smile.
Minato sat up slowly.
'Please...' he whispered. 'I don't want this to be a dream...'
'I am real...' He leant in and move Minato's hand to touch the side of his face. 'See? I'm warm.'
The Persona user sprung from beneath the bedsheets and hugged Ryoji sharply. He was going to hold him tightly and never let go. Nyx couldn't come, Ryoji didn't have to leave, no, time had no bearing while they were together... The Dark Hour could come and go, Death could change forms, but he wouldn't let go.
It felt like hours that they simply hugged, enjoying each other's presence. This was simply a continuation of their relationship.
'I left only a few hours ago, and already you're in tears?'
'I-I...' Minato sniffed loudly. 'I don't want you to go...'
'We had good times, but I can't stay. I can't. If I had a choice, I would-'
He was silenced by Minato's lips on his own. This act surprised Ryoji at first, but he soon reprocriated the other's advances.
It was what Minato would miss most...
Junpei had caught them in the school storage cupboard, he had to be bribed large amounts of Yen not to stick the photos on the school notice board...
Igor had caught them making out in the Velvet Room and he threatened to report them to a "Higher Authourity". They left the room in a hurry, Minato did not miss Elizabeth's embarassed blush. Had she been watching them?
A butterfly always followed Minato after that... He felt it watching him.
It was perched on the bedpost as they kissed, watching them-
'Philemon!'
The butterfly nearly fell off it's perch. A shadow coalesced into being in the darkness.
'You're watching this without me?' Nyarlathotep sounded hurt.
Minato let out a desperate moan.
'Meh, we'll watch together...'
'Mm- No! Not here!' the cobalt haired teen dragged Death to his feet. 'Springs are too loud... Thirsty... Water!'
He moved down into the kitchen, mind fuzzy from the kiss, but one thought was sure; he was not let letting Ryoji go. Never.
'Water... Water...'
A tinkle of glass and the creak of a tap. Minato was silent as he gulped down water.
'No... No more water...'
He pulled Ryoji over to the sofa.
Minato managed to catch that wonderful scarf before it hit the floor. He placed it gently on the table and returned his attention to Death Incarnate.
'Why did you never flirt with me?' he whined.
'I... Didn't want to hurt you when I had to go...' Ryoji hung his head sadly. 'Clearly, I failed. The human heart is tricky and complex...'
A loud snicker could be heard. 'He doesn't want to get involved, but he is still sleeping with him? That's a contradiction- OW!'
'Quiet!' The butterfly ordered.
'Did you hear something?' Ryoji wondered, looking around.
Minato was oblivious to everything but the figure before him.
'I love you, Minato...'
'I love you too,... Thanatos...'
'I think I'm gonna be sick... Enough with the mushy love stuff! Get to the steamy sex already!'
'Be quiet! It's getting good!'
A snap of suspenders as they were pulled from his shoulders.
'No...' Minato stopped as Ryoji began to tug at his shirt. 'Not here.'
'Ugh... Where then? On the floor?'
This sudden spark of annoyance was unnerving, but, Minato realised, the full moon had a habit of making supernatural beings extremely... Excited. Ryoji was no exception.
'No... Bed.'
'You said the springs were too noisy...' Ryoji countered.
'If this is to be our last time together, I don't care!'
They vanished up the stairs.
The butterfly flapped it's wings uneasily. 'Up, down, up, down... It's like a yo-yo in a lift...'
Nyarlathotep snorted loudly, looking over to him. 'What would a yo-yo be doing in a lift?'
'Well, it couldn't take the stairs, could it?'
Clothes lay scattered among the floor, two figures snuggled tightly together beneath the sheets, Minato moaned as Royji held him in his arms, rocking both of them as he rubbed against him. It drove the cobalt haired teen wild with longing.
'P-please... Just...' he couldn't get the words out.
Minato tried to keep himself quiet as ecstatic pleasure wracked through his body, but he could not stop and occasional squeak. Ryoji could not really let himself go, he could only move softly with the cobalt haired teen in his lap, trying not to set off the bedsprings. Goodness knew what the rest of S.E.E.S. would think if they burst in, thinking him awake and eager to tell him of the events of the Dark Hour. Minato could guess; they would wonder why Death was in his room, fucking him senseless. That would be tough to explain.
His eyes rolled back in their sockets as another wave of pleasure shot through him, he fell back to the form behind him.
Ryoji was unprepared for this and put a hand behind him to steady them both. Unfortunately, this shift in weight-
Creeeaaak!
They froze, listening for any signs of incoming trouble. If one of them came in now...
They appeared to have escaped them...
Minato could only grin. 'Luck escape, huh?' he breathed.
Ryoji sighed again, but this one was not a sad sigh, this one was a sigh of relief.
Nyarlathotep looked to his counterpart with a heated gaze, licking his lips.
'Phil-e-mon... You will wear a tight suit.'
'Mmm? Nyarly... I want you to be bad... You can do that, right?'
The full moon had them excited too.
The sleepy, quiet bluenette found Death's lips once again. He could recall earlier, when Ryoji had shown him his true self.
"I will bring death to this world until I am finally satiated! I want you to think about this carefully-" He could speak no further as Minato climbed up to wrap his arms around Death's neck, crying into the bony shoulder. He sheated the sword, crouched down and rested Minato on his lap, hugging him tightly.
'Alright then, I knew you two couldn't stay away...'
He blotted out the noise and returned to sleep.
Exhausted, Minato slipped into dreams, hugging the other tightly.
'Er... The uh... Velvet Room is closed.' Igor gulped, looking over his shoulder occasionally.
'Closed? Why?'
'Maintanence... Reasons... Full moon... Thank you.' Igor managed, one eye twitching.
Minato wandered off into his dreams.
'Elizabeth stop looking at them! Oh God, it's horrible! Why did they decide to come here? Elizabeth stop looking, you're encouraging him!'
Igor shook his head sharply. This always happened on a full moon...
The winter chill continued, another bout of snowfall and chilling winds.
Minato felt the majority of S.E.E.S. smirking behind his back. He pulled his earphones on and cranked up the music as he his cheeks burned crimson with embarassment.