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[So he was... going to ask him to reveal himself. He doesn't know what to make of the current situation. The thief in him is telling him to abscond away immediately, to take flight from this exact situation where he has to explain himself, because that responsibility shouldn't be anyone's burden. And then he could come back to Yu as Akira, and not a Phantom Thief, and try to prod something out of him. There's this instability there that makes him feel obligated to fix it.
And then it strikes him as odd, with all the things that went down in Inaba, that Yu seems so taken aback by the fact he mentioned... was it shadows? Or was it the heart part. Not knowing, he lets go of his hand.
Be honest with him, right?]
People whose desires have become so corrupt create palaces in their heart. They layer it, making it deeper and bigger than you can imagine, all to hide the fact against reality of what they've done. If you steal the core of that world, it comes tumbling down like a domino.
[He fishes his phone out of his pocket, the small movement bothering his chest, but he musters through it. Once the home screen is lit up, he hits the navigation app.]
Narukami Yu.
No match found.
Everyone has a version of themselves that exists in this world. Tell me. Why don't you?
[Yu leaned on the edge of the bathtub, listening closely to what the guy has to say. It sounds similar to what he experienced but... so much worse.]
So the corruption is so great they can't face themselves... [Yu mutters to himself in thought. The fog, the desires became so big that they completely shrouded one's heart and made people unable to see the truth in the eyes. And from the sound of it, the man is helping them do it by stealing the core of desires?
Yu wonders if this would've happened if he left his friends by themselves and didn't help them overcome the obstacles that came their way. He doesn't want to think about it.
He was about to scold him for moving so much when the guy took the phone out of his pocket. TV in Inaba, phones in Tokyo huh?
Yu smiles sadly staring at tiles on the floor-]
I don't have it because... I came to terms with it and accepted it as part of me. I faced my shadow and accepted all my weaknesses and bad sides. [Yu moves away from the bathtub and approaches him, taking him under the arm to help him stand up-] Come. You need to lay down so that your wound can heal up.
[The smile he gives him is filled with guilt and sadness-] And don't worry. You don't have to tell me who you are. [He knows how hard it is to hide the 'other world'.
While feeling directly responsible for not managing to fix the damage on the World, he feels determined to help the man out. If Yu wasn't strong enough, maybe he is and maybe he can put an end to all of it. So Yu feels personally obligated to help him out as much as he can.]
[What? Coming to terms with it? Accepting it as part of himself? That sounds really similar to... no, it can't be. Could it? Akira looks at Yu apprehensively. That's a solid alibi for not being found in Mementos, or having a palace. Only someone who's overcome their shadow could do that, someone who truly accepts who they are... and then it clicks.
The murders in Inaba. The way he talked about his uncle being a detective. The air of sadness he carried about himself, but confident in the same time. His heart feels heavier than it ever had at that moment, as he quietly listens, and lets the other help him up to his feet.
Just who exactly was this Narukami Yu?]
Persona...
[In the end, the exhaustion is starting to get to him. Without word from his friends, with all the things going on, and how badly he got his ass handed to him, it's a wonder he's even awake at this point, so Morgana would have to forgive him at some point for uttering that word out loud.
But part of Akira fears sleep tonight. To wake up in that jail cell, a sneering figure at him telling him that he's a slave, telling him that he has to prove himself to work towards his freedom. Wasn't this enough? If Yu were really involved with all of those problems back in his hometown- wasn't that enough too?
He swallows the lump in his throat, and is guided to a place where he can lay flat on his back. It feels good- the softness of support under him... and around him, in the form of Yu.
He sighs, reaching up to his mask, touching the edges of it.]
[The last thing the man says makes Yu's throat close up. He doesn't know what else to tell him. The urge to apologize for not making things better keeps growing in his gut, but he knows it's pointless. It's in the past. All he can do now is help him out. The TV world, the raging shadows- just being there is a task in itself. And the 'thief' got cut up in the process as well. Yu never had big wounds like this and he was glad.
He is also glad he followed his gut and looked in the alley.
Yu leads his guest to his room- in case that the wound opens, it's better it happens there instead of his parent's room. He helps him lie down and takes off his shoes. He presses his hand briefly against the thief's forehead to check for temperature- that blood loss could spiral the temperature out of control. It was fine for now and Yu sighs in relief.
After fidgeting around the bed for a while (fixing the covers and the pillow), he finally speaks up-] Rest now. I'll be in front of the room.
[The doorknob clicks as he heads out.] I'll keep you safe, [Yu says barely above the whisper and closes the door quietly behind him.
He leans against the wall next to the door and runs hands down his face. Biting his lower lip, he slides down and sits on the floor. 'I should tell Yosuke... no, it will just worry him. And he's in Inaba, he can't help. Ah... the bag. The meat will spoil..' The thoughts just fly around in his head. He needs to think about this properly. And he has the whole night to do it.]
[Maybe it's just the delirium hitting in, but the feeling of being in an actual bed, not just a futon with some old sheets and a blanket tossed on top in the middle of a dank attic... it's comforting in so many ways. When the door is closed behind him, for a minute or two Akira is staring up at the ceiling. Finally in his solitude, he takes his mask off, and he feels like his heart is beating even faster. All it would take would be for Yu to turn around and come back in.
But knowing what he does now about the silver haired youth, he supposes it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He thinks of how sad he looked, like his entire figure was draped in an odd sense of failure... and it's probably best to just not get involved. Everyone has their own demons to face, and he can't imagine to begin to understand what he must've went through over the last year.
Little does he know the parallel to the teenager outside- Akira's running his own hands down his face. He knows he should leave before the morning comes, but... is that futile? He's already shirtless, bandaged, and in desperate need of some respite to recover. Akira turns his head slightly to look at the nearby window. That would be the easiest escape route- Morgana's taught him pretty well at this whole... thievery gig. But when he looks- he catches the soft, but lingering scent of the pillow below him.
So this is what Yu smells like.
Surprised at himself, he looks up at the ceiling again. No. That's not okay, either. There's a yawn, tired, and he grabs for the other pillow next to him to place it over his bandaged chest, and holds onto it tightly, hugging, burying his face just into the edge of it. There's that smell again. He realizes he's pathetic in that moment. All of those past months, coming to Tokyo. Living life like people thought he was a criminal at school, only to become a criminal in real life. Unable to carry on without his friends. Relying on Yu like this, even though he's barely met him. He just feels so...
[When Yu finally gathered himself from the floor and checked the clock in the living room, it was 9PM. It wasn't that late but it wasn't early either. As if put on automatic, he collected his stuff from the hallway, put things away in the fridge and then went to the bathroom. The blood splatters were everywhere, his jacket completely drenched and man's ripped clothes in the corner. Working- it seemed to take off his thoughts from what he found out earlier. But, eventually, he'll stop and he'll be forced to think about it.
After shoving the man's and his own jacket in the washing machine and fixing everything up, he went back to the living room. He didn't feel sleepy or tired at all. When he sat down on the couch, his eyes fell onto his cellphone.
He has no excuse not to tell them about it. Especially Yosuke and Naoto. He really wanted to hear their voices- Naoto's reason and Yosuke's support. To tell him that things aren't always as they seem and that what they did wasn't pointless. He picked up his phone and typed out the message. 'Let's talk'... in the end, he didn't send it. He'll just miss them even more. With a sigh of frustration, he tossed the phone aside.
Sleeping on this should help out. 'Morning is wiser than the evening, right?' Yu thought sourly and stood up. He went to the kitchen and made few sandwiches for his guest. It's not his fault that Yu failed. It's Yu's fault that he got stuck with fixing his mistakes. Making him food and helping him out with his wound is the least he can do.
He quietly opened the door to his room, a plate with covered sandwiches in his hand. He left the light turned off in case he was sleeping and to keep his promise and not see who he is. Even though he wanted to know so he can help him out more actively. But the promise is a promise. He left the plate on the night table and checked the guy's temperature again. It was normal and Yu felt relieved. It could've been so much worse.
After picking up the blanket and pillow from the closet, he went back to the living room. Hoping he will still be around in the morning to tell him few things, Yu fell asleep on the couch, waking up throughout the night from restless dreams.]
[Throughout the night, texts start pouring in, but Akira is rather dead to the world and doesn't stir throughout his sleep, unaware of the rest of the team chiming in and discussing their locations and safety. On the ladder to the top, there are bound to be a few rungs that snap just as you put your foot on them, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't keep climbing. There was still a deadline, after all, that weighed heavily on the entire group. Change Madorame's heart or face charges.
Joker, where are you?
Is Morgana with you?
Are you ok?
I'm worried...
Hey man, stop playing games. This is bullshit, you gotta reply to us!
It isn't until the refracting light between the bedroom's blinds start to shine through onto Akira's face that he catches what seems to be the glare of the morning sun. His hands pat the bed blindly for his phone, as he reaches to his pocket to pull out his glasses. They're okay. That's all that matters right now. He fires a text back: I'm ok. Sorry for making everyone worry. Let's meet at the hangout today. Looking at the date and time, his heart starts thudding in its chest. Sunday, no school- but he had planned to leave in the middle of the night and vanish without a trace.
Sitting up, he rubs his eyes and realizes what a strain he put on his body the night before. He looks over to the plate of sandwiches. Yu was too nice. And here he was, crashing into his house, bloody, a mess, ready to leave. Like it not, though, this was the life he had chosen. He bites down on his bottom lip, looks to the closed door, and picks up a sandwich to eat. He hopes that Yu isn't too offended by the abruptness of his departure, but he needs to get back to Leblanc. Things would be much worse if Sojiro found out he had been away all night- which makes this a double combo of sneaking out of Yu's window and back to his own over at the coffee shop.
He picks up the mask, holding it in his fingers, and leaves it next to the tray of snacks, almost apologetically. He's not really proud of what he does next, but it has to be done- he quietly opens the sliding door to his closet and carefully takes down a shirt to borrow. Steal. Whatever. When it's pulled on over his head, he looks again at the door to the living room, and makes his labored exit through the window. Luckily it's only a three story drop.]
Sorry, Narukami-san. [He whispers to himself as he makes his way back through the alley he was in, just hours ago.]
[Yu wakes up in the morning with a headache. The TV is still on from last night and his phone is blinking that he got a message.
H.Yosuke: bro I had dis rly weird dream about u last night. u ok there?
It tugs a small smile on his face for two reasons. One- Yosuke awake early on Sunday? It must be snowing in Inaba. And two- it just felt nice. Now, calmer, he can think through everything that happened last night and talk with his friend. He should call him.
But before that, he needs to check on his patient. When he opens the door and notices the empty bed, he just sighs and leans against the doorframe with crossed hands. Seeing no blood on the sheets it means that he did well with the bandages and it makes him happy. Aside from wanting to ask him few other stuff about shadows, Yu wanted to remind him that he has to change the bandages at least every second day because of how big the wound is.
His gaze falls on the open window-]Well... that's a thief for you. [Maybe he'll come back to pick up his coat. The shirt isn't usable anymore, but the coat is. He walks over with intention to close the window... but changes his mind. And walks back to the kitchen.
Steak and a long talk with Yosuke are waiting for him.]
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And then it strikes him as odd, with all the things that went down in Inaba, that Yu seems so taken aback by the fact he mentioned... was it shadows? Or was it the heart part. Not knowing, he lets go of his hand.
Be honest with him, right?]
People whose desires have become so corrupt create palaces in their heart. They layer it, making it deeper and bigger than you can imagine, all to hide the fact against reality of what they've done. If you steal the core of that world, it comes tumbling down like a domino.
[He fishes his phone out of his pocket, the small movement bothering his chest, but he musters through it. Once the home screen is lit up, he hits the navigation app.]
Narukami Yu.
No match found.
Everyone has a version of themselves that exists in this world. Tell me. Why don't you?
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So the corruption is so great they can't face themselves... [Yu mutters to himself in thought. The fog, the desires became so big that they completely shrouded one's heart and made people unable to see the truth in the eyes. And from the sound of it, the man is helping them do it by stealing the core of desires?
Yu wonders if this would've happened if he left his friends by themselves and didn't help them overcome the obstacles that came their way. He doesn't want to think about it.
He was about to scold him for moving so much when the guy took the phone out of his pocket. TV in Inaba, phones in Tokyo huh?
Yu smiles sadly staring at tiles on the floor-]
I don't have it because... I came to terms with it and accepted it as part of me. I faced my shadow and accepted all my weaknesses and bad sides. [Yu moves away from the bathtub and approaches him, taking him under the arm to help him stand up-] Come. You need to lay down so that your wound can heal up.
[The smile he gives him is filled with guilt and sadness-] And don't worry. You don't have to tell me who you are. [He knows how hard it is to hide the 'other world'.
While feeling directly responsible for not managing to fix the damage on the World, he feels determined to help the man out. If Yu wasn't strong enough, maybe he is and maybe he can put an end to all of it. So Yu feels personally obligated to help him out as much as he can.]
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The murders in Inaba. The way he talked about his uncle being a detective. The air of sadness he carried about himself, but confident in the same time. His heart feels heavier than it ever had at that moment, as he quietly listens, and lets the other help him up to his feet.
Just who exactly was this Narukami Yu?]
Persona...
[In the end, the exhaustion is starting to get to him. Without word from his friends, with all the things going on, and how badly he got his ass handed to him, it's a wonder he's even awake at this point, so Morgana would have to forgive him at some point for uttering that word out loud.
But part of Akira fears sleep tonight. To wake up in that jail cell, a sneering figure at him telling him that he's a slave, telling him that he has to prove himself to work towards his freedom. Wasn't this enough? If Yu were really involved with all of those problems back in his hometown- wasn't that enough too?
He swallows the lump in his throat, and is guided to a place where he can lay flat on his back. It feels good- the softness of support under him... and around him, in the form of Yu.
He sighs, reaching up to his mask, touching the edges of it.]
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He is also glad he followed his gut and looked in the alley.
Yu leads his guest to his room- in case that the wound opens, it's better it happens there instead of his parent's room. He helps him lie down and takes off his shoes. He presses his hand briefly against the thief's forehead to check for temperature- that blood loss could spiral the temperature out of control. It was fine for now and Yu sighs in relief.
After fidgeting around the bed for a while (fixing the covers and the pillow), he finally speaks up-] Rest now. I'll be in front of the room.
[The doorknob clicks as he heads out.] I'll keep you safe, [Yu says barely above the whisper and closes the door quietly behind him.
He leans against the wall next to the door and runs hands down his face. Biting his lower lip, he slides down and sits on the floor. 'I should tell Yosuke... no, it will just worry him. And he's in Inaba, he can't help. Ah... the bag. The meat will spoil..'
The thoughts just fly around in his head. He needs to think about this properly. And he has the whole night to do it.]
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But knowing what he does now about the silver haired youth, he supposes it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He thinks of how sad he looked, like his entire figure was draped in an odd sense of failure... and it's probably best to just not get involved. Everyone has their own demons to face, and he can't imagine to begin to understand what he must've went through over the last year.
Little does he know the parallel to the teenager outside- Akira's running his own hands down his face. He knows he should leave before the morning comes, but... is that futile? He's already shirtless, bandaged, and in desperate need of some respite to recover. Akira turns his head slightly to look at the nearby window. That would be the easiest escape route- Morgana's taught him pretty well at this whole... thievery gig. But when he looks- he catches the soft, but lingering scent of the pillow below him.
So this is what Yu smells like.
Surprised at himself, he looks up at the ceiling again. No. That's not okay, either. There's a yawn, tired, and he grabs for the other pillow next to him to place it over his bandaged chest, and holds onto it tightly, hugging, burying his face just into the edge of it. There's that smell again. He realizes he's pathetic in that moment. All of those past months, coming to Tokyo. Living life like people thought he was a criminal at school, only to become a criminal in real life. Unable to carry on without his friends. Relying on Yu like this, even though he's barely met him. He just feels so...
Alone.]
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After shoving the man's and his own jacket in the washing machine and fixing everything up, he went back to the living room. He didn't feel sleepy or tired at all. When he sat down on the couch, his eyes fell onto his cellphone.
He has no excuse not to tell them about it. Especially Yosuke and Naoto. He really wanted to hear their voices- Naoto's reason and Yosuke's support. To tell him that things aren't always as they seem and that what they did wasn't pointless. He picked up his phone and typed out the message. 'Let's talk'... in the end, he didn't send it. He'll just miss them even more. With a sigh of frustration, he tossed the phone aside.
Sleeping on this should help out. 'Morning is wiser than the evening, right?' Yu thought sourly and stood up. He went to the kitchen and made few sandwiches for his guest. It's not his fault that Yu failed. It's Yu's fault that he got stuck with fixing his mistakes. Making him food and helping him out with his wound is the least he can do.
He quietly opened the door to his room, a plate with covered sandwiches in his hand. He left the light turned off in case he was sleeping and to keep his promise and not see who he is. Even though he wanted to know so he can help him out more actively. But the promise is a promise. He left the plate on the night table and checked the guy's temperature again. It was normal and Yu felt relieved. It could've been so much worse.
After picking up the blanket and pillow from the closet, he went back to the living room. Hoping he will still be around in the morning to tell him few things, Yu fell asleep on the couch, waking up throughout the night from restless dreams.]
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Joker, where are you?
Is Morgana with you?
Are you ok?
I'm worried...
Hey man, stop playing games. This is bullshit, you gotta reply to us!
It isn't until the refracting light between the bedroom's blinds start to shine through onto Akira's face that he catches what seems to be the glare of the morning sun. His hands pat the bed blindly for his phone, as he reaches to his pocket to pull out his glasses. They're okay. That's all that matters right now. He fires a text back: I'm ok. Sorry for making everyone worry. Let's meet at the hangout today. Looking at the date and time, his heart starts thudding in its chest. Sunday, no school- but he had planned to leave in the middle of the night and vanish without a trace.
Sitting up, he rubs his eyes and realizes what a strain he put on his body the night before. He looks over to the plate of sandwiches. Yu was too nice. And here he was, crashing into his house, bloody, a mess, ready to leave. Like it not, though, this was the life he had chosen. He bites down on his bottom lip, looks to the closed door, and picks up a sandwich to eat. He hopes that Yu isn't too offended by the abruptness of his departure, but he needs to get back to Leblanc. Things would be much worse if Sojiro found out he had been away all night- which makes this a double combo of sneaking out of Yu's window and back to his own over at the coffee shop.
He picks up the mask, holding it in his fingers, and leaves it next to the tray of snacks, almost apologetically. He's not really proud of what he does next, but it has to be done- he quietly opens the sliding door to his closet and carefully takes down a shirt to borrow. Steal. Whatever. When it's pulled on over his head, he looks again at the door to the living room, and makes his labored exit through the window. Luckily it's only a three story drop.]
Sorry, Narukami-san. [He whispers to himself as he makes his way back through the alley he was in, just hours ago.]
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H.Yosuke: bro I had dis rly weird dream about u last night. u ok there?
It tugs a small smile on his face for two reasons. One- Yosuke awake early on Sunday? It must be snowing in Inaba. And two- it just felt nice. Now, calmer, he can think through everything that happened last night and talk with his friend. He should call him.
But before that, he needs to check on his patient. When he opens the door and notices the empty bed, he just sighs and leans against the doorframe with crossed hands. Seeing no blood on the sheets it means that he did well with the bandages and it makes him happy. Aside from wanting to ask him few other stuff about shadows, Yu wanted to remind him that he has to change the bandages at least every second day because of how big the wound is.
His gaze falls on the open window-]Well... that's a thief for you. [Maybe he'll come back to pick up his coat. The shirt isn't usable anymore, but the coat is. He walks over with intention to close the window... but changes his mind. And walks back to the kitchen.
Steak and a long talk with Yosuke are waiting for him.]