Fandom:: Persona 3
Pair:: Takaya/Jin
Notes:: Little spoilers and lime
Sunlight burned my eyes when I stepped out of the dirty old factory early the next morning. The city was already abound with life, a monotonous stream of hustling and bustling as commuters and students made their way along to their daily duties. I was nicely cleaned up after our excursion last midnight, blue pants and a green sweatshirt with arm warmers. I blended right in with their crowd, no one suspected I wasn't normal. That I wasn't like them. I looked geeky, but I also looked human. As long as one looks human, these busybodies will never note a difference.
I hadn't seen the sunshine in so long I near forgot what it looked like. Blue skies, cotton clouds drifting lazily across cerulean landscapes. Wrapping around the rising skyscrapers towering above ground. The beast, Moros he tells me his name is, stirs but remains calm. I took those pills this morning, a necessary precaution if I have to leave our sanctuary. The trick is accomplishing my mission for the day.
These people are simplistic in their nature, however sophisticated they may pawn themselves off to be. Fascinated by the gadgetry around them making their lives more fun and convenient. It's all very easy to break down and analyze. I pass by an electronics store, a gaggle of teenagers crowded about the front door chatting over cigarettes. Positioning myself on a bench nearby I listen to their conversation.
"Can you believe Hiroshi last night?!"
"Oh I know! He's such a two-timing bastard."
"Poor Keiko. If it were me I'd be so pissed. I'd pay to see that bastard get his just desserts."
"Oh too true!"
...Truly? I scoot closer to their conversation but the girls have already departed. Could the Dark Hour offer even more possibilities? Taking back to the streets I hop a tram across the bay over to the island where Gekkoukan High stands proud. Gleaming white walls, clean windows, a cold institutional atmosphere. It makes me sick to be near this place. The labs.. it looked so much, too much, like the labs.
Drawing closer I listen to the daily student chatter examining each passing thread. Tests, sexual prowess, chores and siblings. Nothing. I cannot give up so easily, however. Some girls pass by the gate and stop to stare at me, offering flirtacious little winks and grins. I simply look past them, more interested in their conversations then the short skirts.
Once they are gone the main stream of students approach and gold flows from their mouths.
"..pay to get him out of my life!"
"Wish she was dead!"
"...Hate that bitch!"
Hate. Anger. Rage.
Primitive human emotions instilled deep within our very being. Emotions that we could very well take into consideration. I hope the tram back across the water and head into town. Now that I had an idea it was time to formulate a plan of action. I return to the electronics store I had seen earlier, browing the wares for a good piece. Something that could serve our purposes. A means of contacting thousands of people in the blink of an eye from the safety of our old factory. It would take some rigging but it could be done.
A laptop. The perfect tool for my piece. I possessed great knowledge of the Internet and its workings, making a living as a hacker while in the labs. It was difficult work but I was able to modify many of their records, break into their databases and steal all the information I wanted. I realixed that I had a gift with computers, the analytical thinking required to perform such feats. It was time to put those skills to good use.
Now, I needed only to wait for midnight.
Jade tainted the sky and I rose from the makeshift bed I crafted from some old tarps. There was work to be done but Takaya was there waiting for me to rouse. He caught my wrist when I tried to leave, yanking me into his scrawny arms and pushing me back to the floor. He straddled my waist and I nearly sreamed, instant panic shooting through me.
Then those hands touched me again. Those sickly, powerful hands. His beasts's power coated the fingertips, sensual and slow against my warm throat. He was so cold but it felt wonderful. Golden eyes searched my own scrounging for any hint of my intentions. Mioist lips brushed my throat and a moan escaped me. Heat burned not just in my cheeks, it was everywhere. Takaya had a way with me I couldn't understand. His frailty was the perfect facade for the true power within our leader.
Hands snaked down lower urging hips upward. White fuzz settled around my brain, drifting it away from mission and purpose. I was caught in his web. Skillful fingers worked in quick time with his mouth and tongue, sweeping over virgin skin vibrating with loud, throaty moans.
"Jin... Just where do you think you're going...?" Stars exploded in my head knocking me delirious.
"O-Out.. t-to the.. ahh.. ngh.. elect-troonics store..." Intelligible words failed me. I saw no use for them, no use for anything but his body here against mine. He was in total control and he knew it. Reveled in it. I was his puppet. He was my master.
"Why?" his hands worked fabric bearing me to chilly night.
"Ah.. I.. was thinking of making a website... We would attract great business... spawned from the hate of people."
Takaya seemed to consider this. "I see... I am interested to see where you can take this." He took my hand and kissed it. "I trust you won't fail me."
I shook my head. "Never..."
He stole away my innocence that night. Whatever remained of it. He replaced it with something much greater, much more meaningful to me. Hope. Safety. Control. With Takaya there was life, there was survival. There were no laboratories, no scientists, no needles and experiments. No longer would we suffer. We would survive. Take it as it came, living each moment to its fullest. The only way to live when you know your'e about to die. With him, with Chidori, we had a broken family unit to call our own. I couldn't care less of what anyone else thought of us. Maybe we're demented. Maybe we're crazy. Or psychochotic. Or... maybe... just maybe....
Maybe we were just born like this.