Devil's Advocate

by Yuki-Infel

Too carried away, I cheered loudly as that Revolver Nietzsche wannabe fell defeated in the top of Tartarus by my overleveled party. But now, looking at the mirror, with this face... If P3 got a good ending, I'd die in the top of Tartarus while if P3 got a bad ending I'd still be killed by SEES. Whichever way it'll end, why I didn't have a happy ending! AU. SI OC as Takaya.

1. Nietzsche Wannabe

Devil's Advocate

Chapter 1

Nietzsche Wannabe

Scream.

Thump. Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Takaya? Takaya! What happened?"

Amidst my scream of horror, a masculine but panicked voice that I've heard many times from my television managed to break through the wooden door. I wanted to bolt out of the door and run away from this room and sob in my mom's ample chest or drive my head to the wall and possibly end this dream-reality. But that voice has just confirmed the reason of my outburst and I-

Scream.

"Takaya! Do you need more Suppressant?! Hey, open the door!"

I'm not finished yet, idiot. Let me have a panic attack in peace!

"You left me with no choice. Stay away from the door!" I heard a click and scrambled my feet away from the door.

BOOM!

There goes the door. I guess I have no privacy anymore.

Someone coughed from the other side of the broken door, the remnants of what was left of my only defense from the truth laid sadly in the blackened floor. I sat frozen, fingers carding through my long, silken black hair and waited with abated breath. I heard thick-soled boots coming closer and those boots stopped a few inch from where I seated. I glanced up slowly and probably looked stupid while doing so.

Drum roll, please.

"... Fuck." I exhaled and fainted.

I was K.O-ed and had a fever for a week.

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Author Note

I don't know how I came up with this piece. Well, thanks for reading and please tell me what you think^^