Purity: LoveLUST.

Chapter 3: Shibuya Arts.

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"...This story sounds absolutely ridiculous." Sae said finally after taking a moment to process the events of my birth. "I understand what you are saying, however, such an outlandish lie won't hold up in court nor with me. How would one react so calmly to a situation as that? What does Kashihara-san have to do with this?"

"You're... Gonna have to believe me." I gasped, ragged. "It's... Really hard to remember every little fucking detail. And honestly, it's under-fucking-standable that you wouldn't believe me. But... Would you doubt me? After everything you've seen?"

I pushed my arm out to her, causing her confusion to be more apparent before the delightful expression of surprise replaced the confusion as my arm dissolved into the thick sludge I ever so fondly (sarcasm included) remembered. It dripped onto the table into thick puddles before dispersing into a red mist.

"W-What?"

"Even for... Even for a Shadow or even a Shadow self with the ego to summon a Persona, I'm an odd case. My existence is unique as a Half-Shadow yet shouldn't be able to survive, so Nyarly keeps my brain mentally sane." I continued. My arm took seconds to reform back to normal, however, it was still horribly bruised from the beatings and the... The treatment I had received. "And Kashihara... And Jun! He's an odd case too, but I su- Suppose... That you have an idea?"

"O-Odd case?" She repeated to herself. "Are you referring to the-"

"Anyway..." Cough, cough. "You'll know what I know in due time... I suppose you wanna know what happens?"

"Please do. I... I need to know."

"...So. I was taken out of Mementos, kinda, there was a slight issue but I did end up in Shibuya in the end." I sighed. "F-Forgive me if I skip on the details, Sae." Her eyes met his at the use of her given name, without honorifics. "But like I mentioned. I can't remember things too well, so maybe you can help piece things for me?"

"Of course." Sae sorted through her notes, pausing before she pulled out a file and pushed it towards me. On the file was the face of an older man with greying hair and I instantly recognised that ugly mug from anywhere. She seemed to have noticed the expression on my face. "You know who this is then?"

"Ichiryusai Madarame..." Pushing the face of the image down before twisting it with a snarl. "A so-called master of Japanese arts. A terrible man for putting his students through horrible things."

"Besides the blackmails, plagiarism and abuse, he committed crimes very much like Kamoshida. You knew one of his students correct?"

"Y-Yes. It was a miracle I found him so early. P-Poor thing, but Madarame couldn't truly let him die, n-not when he was so valuable."

...

"Alright then. I'll begin then. From when I first met Yusuke Kitagawa to- to... To when Madarame confessed his sins to the world on the... 5th of June? Yeah. 5/6..."


"Is- Is this... Shibuya?"

A warm feeling began to form in my stomach.

I recognised the place from the images only and briefly from my own memories as a young child. All that surrounded me was terrifyingly large skyscrapers of metal and glass, buildings of commercial and entertainment. I must have been in one of the Shibuya streets or something, but if that was the case.

Where is everyone?

Shibuya, no, correction the entirety of Tokyo was always filled with people no matter the day or the time of said day, even on the busiest of days there was always at least a dozen people.

But no.

There was no one here. Eerily silent.

Not even my dearest Polko wanted to say hello. They haven't since I first woke up which was rather... Peculiar. Asshole always wanted to say hello.

"H-Hello?" I called out, somewhat nervous from the dead silence. There were no signs of rats or cats or feral pigeons. It was like no life ever existed like it was all wiped from existence.

I thought I was going insane, but then I noticed something about the atmosphere. I thought it would be the normal real-world atmosphere I loved so much but... What was going on?

"Fool. Have you not noticed yet?"

Nyarlathotep's voice scared the living shit out of me, making me jump and almost slip on the ground. I hissed as my toenail grazed against the floor, causing me to realise that- Oh! I'm still as nude as a baby! Thankfully, it isn't that cold out cause I would have noticed earlier!

"What? My never-ending nudity?"

A beat. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's rather peeved right now.

"Take a close look of the area around you." Nyarlathotep's voice ordered and it took me a good second to realise what he was referring to. How did I not notice this is something that will baffle me forever.

The area seemed... Dead. Like, the colour had been drained away. And it felt like I was... Floating on air? It really wasn't something I could properly describe.

"Are we still stuck in that place? Memetos?"

"Mementos." He corrected. "It would seem that my powers have been neutralised somewhat due to my imprisonment."

Well. Fuck.

"So... We're stuck?" A basic conclusion me, 10/10.

"No. I merely have to wait until my power returns. I could teleport us out of the inner realms of Mementos, however, it seems I need to recharge before we can exit the realm of Mementos itself. Or... You can get us out of Mementos."

"And, if I can, how do I do that?"

"Simple. Find a weak spot."

...Huh, that was truly enlightening. Yes, the weak spot. What is the weak spot and what does it look like? Who knows! And, AND! Before any of that junk!

"Questions before I do this?" He didn't even get to answer before I continued. "If I find this weak spot, will I go straight to the real world?"

"Correct. Is there a problem with this?"

I motioned to the entirety of my nude body, multiple times, clearly trying to show what the problem was. Clearly, if I suddenly pop up in the middle of Shibuya, or hell, most populated places on planet earth, quite obviously I'm gonna get a few weird looks and people recording me at best and jail at second worse for violating the peace and being very, VERY indecent in public.

Continuing to motion to my body, it took him a moment but after that Nyarlathotep merely sighed as if it wasn't his problem and I was about to explain to the eldritch abomination that how much of a problem it was going nude in public was before, suddenly-

Warm.

An overwhelming warm sensation encased my body, briefly surrounded in black and red flames and blinding me before dispersing into nothingness. Disappearing as quickly as it came.

For a second I was confused, but then I noticed fabric that wasn't there before on my arms then quickly realised what had happened.

"...You know I didn't realise that, spontaneously spawning clothes was also apart of your power line up."

Giving myself a quick look over I decided that I looked rather... Fancy overall. Butler like actually with a mostly dark colour palette. I wore a thin, dark grey fashion coat over a white t-shirt with a black collar and a golden edge. I had a breast pocket on my right with the design of a single gold, black and red butterfly, making me realise that I had been seeing a lot of butterfly motifs lately. A brown belt with a silver buckle and golden plate underneath clung around my waist that caused creases on the otherwise neatly suited coat. There was something that looked like a small cravat that hung from my collar and a smooth, circular green gem just above it.

A pair of decently tight grey pants that was somewhat loose around my legs and tight around my thighs, the worse being around my ass to the point I thought someone vacuum packed it and that if I stretched too much I would risk ripping. Just below that, fancy black leather shoes that reflected the little light there was. And the bandana I wore previously was now tied around my right thigh.

Oh!

And on my face! A pair of red-framed glasses! I can actually see now! Perfect!

I looked like a fancy, non-blind motherfucker basically.

A rich asshole.

...

Huh, now I really hope I don't get mugged on the street or something.

You never really wear rich clothes back in Redditch unless you're asking for a knife between the ribs, or a fucking tattoo needle if the assailant is feeling extra saucy. If you live? Pfft, that knife in your ribcage will send you to jail since you are in possession of a weapon. That's one of the reasons why I lived far away from society with my group of buddies.

America and shitty gun laws? Our weapon laws will ask to grab their beer before backflipping off to oblivion.

Well... Maybe I would get a weird look and that's it? Hopefully? No?

"I am a powerful being capable of many things. Creating mere fabrics is nothing."

"...But you can't escape from someone's body? What a shitty hallucination you are."

"Do you still believe that I am a fabric of your imagination?"

Irritation.

"Honestly, no. Up until that Archangel, I thought this was a dream. But... Yeah, that sword told me otherwise."

Quite honestly I wasn't sure why I haven't started bawling on the ground yet from such an overwhelming situation. Maybe deep down, my brain still registered everything as a dream, a massive hallucination.

"But it's funny hearing you get so annoyed at it."

There were a phone and leather wallet in my breast pocket and upon opening it I was greeted by multiple yen notes and coins that almost spilt onto the floor. After fixing the coins back in I had started to count, whistling when I saw the amount of money I had in total.

"50,000 Yen?"

That was a pretty decent amount, around £300 I believe? I was guessing that was also his doing.

Then I checked the phone. It was a basic iPhone, nothing too special. There was a messaging app and that was it, however, it did tell me the time. And that... Was 5th of May? 22:39...

Pretty late... Nothing wrong with the date. Before I woke up it was the 4th around night, so from the UK to Japan in that time makes sense... I think.

"A few more questions?"

"Hmmph... One more. The rest will be at another time." It scoffed much to my own annoyance. Clearly, he didn't want to indulge my interests. I did understand, but I wanted to know at least what was... That. The thing that happened when I summoned him at the very least.

"What was... The sudden... Y'know." A cough. "When I summoned you I suddenly felt more... Y'know... Excited?"

Nothing really wanted to come from my mouth today, huh.

"Yes. I had noticed. It was impossible to not feel your rather lustful desires when you summoned me." Something in my head shifted. "Your existence is of a Shadow with human ego, however, you retain the memories of a human, a unique phenomenon that shouldn't be." Nyarlathotep mused. "Most Shadows are born from humanities collective unconscious, you are no exception. However, it would appear that your soul was able to gather the masses cognitions to form your body, mainly lustful desires."

Oh?

"I suppose... When you summoned me, your body released such energy which why you felt such lust at that moment."

Hmm... Interesting.

Honestly, if I was going to be made from human thoughts, of course, it had to involve lust considering the fact, as mentioned before, I am a massive whore. Sex had become a major factor in my life regardless if I wanted it or not. But I had some decency unlike some others at the very least, cause I knew some people had no shame even with kids around.

"However... If you continue to summon me, more of your lustful desires will be released. Your body will slowly disperse until it no longer exists."

E-Eh?

"S-So I shouldn't summon you?"

"Unless the need arises, no. You will need to learn to defend yourself against Shadows and anyone else who dares to stop you. That is for another time however, I grow weary of this realm. Now..."

The world shifted.

"Let me show you how to exit Mementos."


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When it came to otherworldy travels, I was expecting some magical device, demonic rituals, anything you would see in common media.

But... To keep it short and not overly complicated for my already damaged brain.

Basically, I just needed to find a weak spot within Mementos, usually a small field of energy or a strange haze and just rip it open with my hands like a packet of crisps and snacks.

It was disappointing for little olf me, someone who travels a lot anyway. But I was actually glad it was simple and not overly complicated bullshit.


"..?! Again?"

Once again, Morgana felt another surge that awoke him from his sleep, just like the one from the buffet not too long ago. This time, however, he could feel hesitance and fear from Zorro, stronger than before, more focused. But just like before it didn't take long for the feeling to disappear.

Zorro didn't respond when Morgana tried to reach out.

It was around morning he believed. He wasn't entirely sure. He was still exhausted and stuffed from the buffet and the amount of fish no cat should indulge themselves in. His 'owner' was still asleep, or so he thought, however, it seemed his unintentional yell woke him up and now Akira was staring at him.

"Oh... I woke you up didn't I? I'm sorry."

Akira said nothing, sitting up before grabbing the cat and holding him close much to Morgana's protest.

"H-Hey! I'm fine! I'm not some cat you can- Mmmf?!"

As soon as Akira rubbed down his lower back with force, Morgana couldn't help himself. The hands made him feel tingly, feel good. He hated it because it made him uncertain, yet he loved it because... Well, Akira was good with fusses.

"...Loud."

"Sorry." Morgana nibbled his hand out of instinct and as an apology. Akira never liked noise. "I've just... Felt it again."

"..."

Ah, he was allowing him to vent.

"It's like... Something keeps startling Zorro. It makes him panic and keeps making me feel strange and... It feels familiar and it's bothering me because- Gah! I can't put my paw on it!"

"...Familiar?"

Akira no longer stroked him, however, he still held the animal in his embrace.

"Yeah, like..." Morgana struggled to find the words. "Do you... Do you think it may have something to do with my memories?"

Deep down, Morgana hoped that was the case despite how unlikely that could be. But if it was, maybe he could truly find out if he's a human or not! Who he was, his family, anything! He wanted to know!

Akira gaze fell on his window, his face null of expression.

"...Arsene feels something too."

"Arsene too?"

So he wasn't the only one.

It seemed like Akira struggled with his words. "In... Shibuya?" He fiddled with his shirt. "S'like..."

He said nothing else.

"I see... We can check out Shibuya tomorrow after classes?" Morgana suggested. "I want to show you guys something anyway, so this is the perfect opportunity to do so, no?"

"Mmmhmm..."

"Ah, let's tell Ryuji and Lady Ann now over the phone then."

"..."

"You- You forgot to charge your phone again?"

Akira looked away before the cat could see the embarrassment on his face.


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"So wait, can... Shadows, actually get out of Mementos like this?"

That made me curious. But then again if that was the case, why isn't this place infested with demonic monsters?

"No, you share a portion of my powers which is why you can come and go as you please. I expected that I could do that myself, however, my powers have been, as mentioned, nullified..."

"I see..."

Maybe I could invite Incubus if possible...

"I would prefer... If... You..."

Bip!

...

N-Nyarlathotep?

Hello?

It was silent, once again he had nothing to say to me.

Great. If he's gonna be a moody bitch, so be it.

Anyway.

Lo and behold, I was finally out of Mementos and let me tell you I almost cried when I saw another human face. But I didn't despite my urges. No longer did I feel the oppressive atmosphere, no longer could I feel the sensations of floating on air. I was in the real world and I was so glad. According to the conversations from the people around me, I could understand anyhow, I was in Shibuya Central Street.

So yes. It was definitely Shibuya.

However, now I had another problem.

"Geez buddy~" Polka chuckled as I scanned the next alleyways. "I leave you for 5 minutes and your halfway across the world? I knew you got lost easily but calm down would ya?"

"Asshole, I haven't gotten lost since I was 6 and have had a great sense of direction since."

And my buddy was back, that was great. Anyway, where was I?

You see... I was kinda homeless right now. Which, usually isn't a problem. Due to the many incidents, I have been in around the UK I was usually stuck to living on the streets and typically prefered alleyways over a bed... Yes I know, it's fucking weird, shut up.

However, it was usually with a sleeping bag. I had no idea where to get one plus I was far too exhausted to actually look around for a shop that sold them and since this was Shibuya getting lost was a certainty. At this rate, I'll probably pick the best-looking alley and call it a night.

Which seemed to be my only option right now.

Well, shit.

"Hmm~" The lanky creature, with limbs too long and thin to be human, crawled up the wall. With skin as grey as ash that was twisted and torn, with fingers and toes stubby and hollow, it's black beady eyes stared into my soul. "Welp, I think that alleyway with that Unbreakable shop?"

"You too?"

It did look decent. It was a narrow alleyway and none of the buildings looked touched in years except for a shop with the main colour scheme involving shades of green. Untouchable, the store, seemed to be military-themed from the quick glance he had. Not his sort of thing, but he Casca would love that shit.

The shop was dark inside so it was most likely closed. And while I could still hear the mumblings of people nearby, they were nowhere near me and

Perfect.

"Looks cosey enough." Polka shrugged. It's neck twisted at impossible angles and it's jaw unhinged like a snake. "Eh... I'm too tired for this. I'll be back to haunt you again or something. I'll check out this 'roommate' I guess."

I plonked by behind down just further down the alley, where there was a curve that leads to a dead end and unless someone tried to go further down, no one would ever see me. But there were a few random paint brushes hiding behind a garbage dump.

Weird. They looked new and clean too.

"Please, if your here that just means my brains getting loopy again and that I'm not stuck in a demented dream."

And the fact this was all real and not a dream scared me.

"That's what meds are for~"

When I blinked, Polka was nowhere to be seen. He was gone from my mind.

...

Yeah, shit he's right. I never took my meds before the snack, did I? That was bad... I'll need to get another prescription too if I can find a clinic.

Ugh. Too much crap to worry about... Too tired to actually deal with most of them, it felt like my brain was about to melt into mush but.

"Speaking of worries..."

Fuck. I've been feeling hot and bothered ever since I left Mementos but... I never realised I was so pent up until I sat down and finally let myself relax, I couldn't help rubbing my palm against my crotch, the sudden friction made me gasp and flinch.

Yeah, still feels good. If I leave this any longer I would actually die.

Hmm...

Looks like my hand is gonna accompany me tonight.

"Hello, old friend," I muttered to my hand like a fucking idiot, trying my best not to giggle at my stupidity as I unbuttoned my pants and swiftly removed both that and my underwear (fucking black laced lingerie, amazing) just below my knees. Wasting very little time I grasped my hardening member gently, brushing my thumb against the tip and watched the pre smear across my skin.

My lips trembled, and I had to control myself, use one hand to stop myself from making too much noise as I slowly began to jerk myself off with the other. My body was acting like it hadn't had any action before, the gentlest of touches almost made me gasp.

How irritating.

Many a time had I done this before and more. I was used to most things, a simple touch from my hands should not-

"Ghh."

I shouldn't be complaining.

Just a quick session.

Don't linger too long.

That's it.

It would still feel good. That's all that mattered.

I hesitated.

Damn it. If I don't hurry someone might come-

A set of footsteps got my attention, footsteps that sounded close. There was the faint outline of a shadow coming down the opposite end of the alley and suddenly my hairs were on its ends.

Shit!

There was one set of footsteps, I had no idea if its a hallucination out for my blood or not but just in case it's not-

Mentally mourning the state of my dick I immediately began buttoning my pants back up as quickly as possible, hissing when I almost punched myself in the process. My pants were still tight against my crotch and when I tried to adjust myself-

"O-Oh."

Too late.

On the other end of the corner popped out the head of something blue and white. From what he could tell, a handsome young man that could be described as a bishonen with neat, dark blue hair that wore a dark purple shirt over a black vest as well as black pants that on closer inspection, looked like a bit filthy from the trash. Pretty eyelashes and pale skin that was also somewhat dirty.

Overall? Really good looking.

And from his cheeks had a shade of pink and how he nervously averted his eyes, I'd say he was shy.

Cute.

"M-My apologies!" The man, with a surprisingly deep voice, stuttered in Japanese. "I didn't mean to interrupt you."

I expected him to run off, say 'now I must leave' or be embarrassed and run off like a dog with its tail between its legs. But he just stared, a sudden rather interested look in his eyes.

"Can..." I swallowed, crossing my legs. "Can I help you?"

I silently thanked past me for researching Japanese. I knew how to speak it mostly, it was mainly the writing such as hiragana and katakana I had difficulties with.

He snapped out of his trance, coming out of the hiding spot of the corner he began to walk up to me. Instantly I felt cautious of his presence. His clothes looked a tad messy, unclean just like the dirt on his face and for a moment I thought he might have been homeless too.

"I had no intentions of interrupting you from your rest." He apologised, his eyes scanning me intently. "However, please note that you are in my resting place."

...N-Nap?

Wait.

When- How on earth- When did he think I was taking a nap with a dick in my hand? Was he trying to make it less awkward? Did he see something else? Or did he not actually see what I was doing from his angle?

Now that he's up here... There was a small fleck of ink- dark paint on his collar.

The realisation hit me.

"O-Oh! Were those paintbrushes yours then?"

That would explain the fresh brushes if that was the case.

"That is correct." He nodded. So he was an artist then? That was cool. "I usually hide my things in more secure locations, however, lady luck disapproves of me today."

That's rough.

But besides that, I was quite clearly in his space.

"S-Sorry. I should leave-"

"It is quite alright." The man chuckled, however his laugh had some type of sadness behind it. "I don't particularly mind the company of another person in these times, it's a dangerous place, Shibuya is right now."

Isn't that more of a reason to not ask strangers for some company?

His eyes were still locked on me. It was like some machine was scanning me for illegal goods. "My apologies again for staring. I've taken a proper examination of you and I've wanted to ask you a favour."

O-Oh?

"Before that... What's your name buddy?"

He's pretty polite in his speech. Cute.

"M-My apologies-" New game, take a shot every time he says 'my apologies', spoiler alert, you might pass out. "My name is Yusuke Kitagawa, I am... Or was an art student at Kosei High's Art Division. Recently, I have been in a slump for my works, however no matter where I look no inspiration comes. It's quite vexing to be in this situation, especially for so long in this state. But..."

For a moment I could have sworn his eyes glimmered, a flash of desperation in his eyes. "You've given me a sliver of inspiration! Would you please be my model for my next art piece?!"

...

O-Oh.

What?

"H-Hold on, can you give me a moment?!" How forward this stranger was! Too forward to ask a stranger to model for you. "This is kinda out of nowhere you know."

Yusuke flinched at my tone. "I am aware. However, you have this otherworldly presence that's quite captivating to me. If I can capture it in my art then surely-" He paused for a moment. "I need to... Before sensei's exhibition on the 15th!"

O-Other worldly- What?

"And?"

"Would you?!" He was almost begging at this point. "I- I don't have much time left!

I knew you for less than five minutes and you already know how to put someone on the spot like that. Impressive.

But that look on his face. It wasn't a normal look.

Hmm... He does seem pretty desperate judging by that tone. And... This is all pretty suspicious, the strange deadline and desperation, more so than the weirdo who randomly came to me probably with the intent to mug me. Why does he need something submitted before the 15th? And if he's also homeless then...

Then...

"...How much?"

Hopefully, this isn't what I think it is. Do it out of the good of your heart me.

"P-Pardon?" He blinked. "Oh-Payment, yes. I'll make sure you are paid but... I don't have much financially."

Ah, yes. Haru you fucking dumbass. You say, do it out of the good of your heart then ask a homeless guy for cash, that will certainly work.

"Hmm... Well, I don't really have much to do right now... What are the hours?"

The look of increasing joy and relief in his eyes was setting off alarms in my head. It wasn't the 'oh thank god my homework will be in on time' look, it resembled the 'oh thank god I won't be kicked out of my house' look.

"We can start tomorrow whenever you're ready! I can ask sensei and we can work in my studio and we can discuss your times."

I nodded in response. "Alright then. But can you do me a few favours in return?"

Mainly where a clinic is so I can get a prescription for my medication again.

"Of course! My apologies for bothering you, but once again, thank... You..?"

..? Why was his face suddenly so mortified? What was he looking- OH!

THAT!

Of course, he would. Of course! Being in the middle of my business after all, why wouldn't I still be hard even after he interrupted me?

"I- I thought as much..." He looked so nervous! "I... Pretended not to notice out of respect..."

That's sweet of him.

"...Tell you what. I'll... Sort my business over somewhere with more privacy. Um, can I sleep here?"

"O-Of course! I have a futon you can-"

"No, no, no! It's fine!"

Besides! How can I tell if your lying or not? I'm staying awake so you don't potentially stab me!

"I'll be right back then."

"D-Do take your time!"

"Please don't say that when you know exactly what I'm doing!"


Another chapter is done, it's a little rushed overall but we are officially into the Madarame arc.

So yes. It's gonna be a chill chapter, won't be updating for a bit now cause I need to focus on college work, plus I'm going through some problems right now and it's affecting my writing (that jerkin' scene was supposed to be a bit longer, but I had no energy to smut at all). So sorry about that all!

Nothing much else to say really. Please do tell me your thoughts though! I love reading reviews and it makes me happy to know that at least one person is enjoying my work.

Anyway, I hope you all have an amazing day/night.

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