Hello, I'm relatively new to FanFiction this is the first story I've posted, so comments or advice would be appreciated! :)
I don't own Devil Survivor 2 or any of the characters.
Rated T for sex jokes and colorful language.
***EDIT*** Hi, this is me from two years later. I reread this fic and realized how offensive and inappropriate some of the language was, so I changed it as quickly as I could. The third chapter is still really weird but I guess that was why some people liked it? Anyway I've uploaded the edited versions so hopefully I'll offend less people now...
"Hey, man, seriously when are you going to ask Nitta out?" Hibiki elbowed his friend. They were sitting at their favorite café, drinking hot coffees, waiting for their friends to arrive. "Because, honestly, the sexual tension between you two is almost painful to watch."
"Shut up!" Daichi lightly punched Hibki's arm. "I'm telling you. Any day now, we'll have a chance encounter at sunset and confess our undying love for each other. I mean, there's no way it can'thappen, right?"
"Sure," Hibiki mumbled, taking another sip of mocha. "Just tell me when you want to hook up with her, so I can leave you two alone."
By the time Airi and Jungo arrived, the two high school boys were punching and shoving each other. "What the hell are you assholes doing? Making out?" Airi's voice broke the wrestling match between Daichi and Hibiki. Embarssed, they quickly straightened up in their chairs.
"Hey, Airi, Jungo." Daichi muttered a greeting as the couple sat down. Jungo nodded in response while Airi huffed and crossed her arms.
After placing their orders with the waitress, Hibiki blurted out, "Have any ideas on how to get Daichi and Nitta together?" The brunette nearly spewed out his latte into Jungo's face.
"OH MY GOD, HIBIKI!" Daichi yelled, attracting the attention of the other customers. "Why can't you just drop it?" The two began shoving each other again, until Airi loudly cleared her throat.
"Daichi." The red-haired girl turned to glare at him, her eyes taking on a dangerous glint. The teen shuddered unconsciously. "The first step is to accept your attraction to her—"
"Wait, you're actually serious about this?!" Daichi almost cried. "Shouldn't you feel some protection or possessiveness over her since she's your friend?"
Airi furrowed her brow and pursed her lips. "That is true…I would hate for her to get caught up with a shady douchebag like you, but she's so obsessed with her grades that it would be too much trouble for her to find some other guy she doesn't know."
"So you're just saying he's convenient," Hibiki interjected, bluntly.
"Convenient and easy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Jungo huffed. Immediately all attention turned to the tall, dark teen who rarely spoke. Eyes closed, he appeared to be in deep thought. The three others at the table seemed to tense up in anticipation. Finally he stated, "Jungo approves."
A wide grin spread over Airi's cheeks, and she flung her arms around her companion, wrapping him in a bear hug. A rare smile crept across Jungo's features, as he endearingly patted the girl's head. Hibiki and Daichi looked on at the lovey-dovey couple, feeling a little awkward…and single.
A couple minutes later, the café's door bell clinked as a tall, white-haired young man walked in. "Yamato, you're unusually late today. Something wrong?" Hibiki asked as the younger teen sat down. For a while, the stone-faced teen ignored him until he slowly shook his head.
A tense silence settled over the table. After regaining their memories about Polaris' judgment on the world and the things they experienced, many of them still bore resentment towards the Hotsuin. Hibiki, however, had welcomed their former enemy into their circle of friends. Over time, the bitterness faded, but traces of it still remained.
"So, Yamato," Daichi began cautiously. "How's Makoto?"
"She's fine," the white-haired teen said a little too quickly, immediately realizing his mistake.
"A-HA!" the brunette exclaimed, bluntly breaking the awkwardness. "You're still chasing after her, aren't you? See, we can be romantically impaired together."
At this, Yamato's visible eye twitched in irritation. "Don't group me in the same level as you. At least I don't flirt by throwing food at the object of my affection."
"That was one time, and I didn't throw it, I just gave it to her."
"You tripped and shoved it into in her chest," the wealthy teen added. "Her slap was a lot stronger than you would expect."
Hibiki doubled over in laughter, and Airi struggled to contain the shit-eating grin on her face. Daichi spluttered for a comeback, but finding none, he sunk in his chair, face red from remembered embarrassment.
Once he calmed down and his sides stopped hurting, Hibki mentioned, "Oh yeah. Speaking of which, before you came in, we were talking about how to get Daichi here and Nitta to hook up."
The clumsy teen punched Hibiki's arm again. "It was not about us hooking up, you ass. I thought it was just about going out on a date."
"So you do want to date her," Airi chimed in, mischievously. "And don't worry, the hooking up sex comes after the date." Daichi felt a little sick at the faint blush on Jungo's usually stoic composure as Airi said this.
"Our first date was at Jungo's restaurant," the spunky girl continued, gesturing to her thoroughly embarrassed boyfriend. "We had some udon and egg custards while we talked. Then, afterwards, we kicked all the cats out of the place so we could—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it," Hibiki quickly cut in, not wanting to lose his lunch. Daichi was furiously blushing, unable to speak. "So you think Daichi and Nitta should go to your restaurant for a date? Without having sex in there afterwards, of course."
"NO." Jungo immediately replied, trying to cover his red cheeks with his hand. "A movie is better. Or a park. Or a restaurant that's not mine."
"Why should anyone even bother with a date? Why not just go straight to the sex?" Yamato asked bluntly.
"This is why you're never going to get together with Makoto."
"I think…I think a movie sounds like a pretty good idea…" Daichi mumbled.
"Alright then, bitches!" Airi suddenly exclaimed. "Operation Ask-Io-Out starts now! For starters, you need to get movie tickets. YAMATO!" The girl pointed at the white-haired teen.
"What."
"We need you to get tickets for the best damn movie ever ASAP!"
"Why me?"
With a straight face, Airi replied, "Because you're the rich bitch in our group. You have connections, right? Use them!"
Daichi looked like he was about to pass out from too much blood in his cheeks, so Hibiki raised his hands and attempted to calm down the hyperactive girl. "Slow down, Airi—"
"Second of all, we need to create the perfect dramatic scenario for Daichi to pop the question," Airi ordered, pointedly ignoring Hibiki.
"Don't make it sound like I'm going to marry her!" Daichi's voice was taking on a hysterical tone.
"This scenario needs to include some or all of the following: rain and only one umbrella, a big ass Septentrion, a gang of rapist thugs—"
"I still think he should skip the date and go straight to seducing her."
"Don't say that with such a blank expression, Yamato. It's creepy."
The doorbell chimed again and silence fell thickly over the café as a green-haired schoolgirl rushed in toting a school bag. "Hi, guys, I'm sorry I'm so late. I was taking a mock exam and it ran a little overtime," Io hurried over to the table and sat down between Airi and Hibiki.
It took a while for Io to settle down and place her order to notice the awkward atmosphere at the table. "Something wrong?"
When no one answered for a couple minutes, Io started to sense their guilty embarassment. A sudden thought came to her, and she gasped before narrowing her eyes dangerously. "You guys weren't talking about my chest size again, were you?"
Airi laughed nervously. "Oh come on, Io-chan. Cut us a little slack, won't you? We're not as awful bastards to talk about you like that…"
To be continued...