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tacitusauxilium · 5 years ago

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Unforeseen Circumstances // Ch. 01

Unrequited love is the most painful thing to feel, and yet, Fuuka is persuaded to try her hands at getting Junpei’s attention, no matter what. However, after multiple failed attempts, what will she do when she catches the eye of the boy with the maroon peacoat? The heartache that comes with falling in love might even be more than she bargained for.

Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 1;; The Beginning of the End

October 4th, 2009

Her heart was racing and pounding in her ears—she told the twins that she knew where Shinjiro and Ken was. And, on top of sensing those two, she shivered and felt Takaya was nearby as well. She didn't have the heart to tell anyone because if all of her friends were holding her back, then this attempt to save their lives will be futile.

Fuuka Yamagishi held her evoked closer to her chest, knowing that if she couldn't run faster, someone would get hurt—or die. She knew deep down that Takaya was filled with malice over wanting her down and out—they did still have Chidori to this day. It ached her heart knowing that what she was going to do may be the dumbest, stupidest, and idiotic thing she ever did. It would top anything Junpei ever did.

Even if it was for someone she loved and that love was unrequited.

Feeling beads of sweat running down her face as she carefully maneuvered the train tracks back to Iwatodai. She cursed softly, wishing that Lucia's power was so much stronger—she could barely sense Ken and Shinjiro as far as they could be from the whole group. She assumed Akihiko and Mitsuru had a reasoning as to why they were together, but Fuuka has no time to listen to them.

As she made it carefully off of the tracks and into Port Island Station, she heard a gunshot ringing throughout the surrounding area. Her heart dropped to the center of the Earth as she shook her head—this was becoming more serious that she thought. She had to stop her legs from shaking and knowing this was best for her allies, and for her.

Lucia urges Fuuka toward the boys—she didn't really need her help since the smell of gunpowder was enough to draw anyone awake from their coffin-like status. Once she was within meters of them, she took a couple deep breaths and listened in on the conversation around a corner—she had to be careful on how to walk into the situation.

Her eyes darted to Shinjiro clinching his stomach in pain—the smell of copper lead to her seeing blood oozing from his side. She almost gagged—Fuuka's hand moved from her mouth and back to her heart. Fuuka forgot to give back Shinjiro's pocketwatch to him—she found it by asking Officer Kurosawa if there was anything in he lost and found. She found an old pocket watch with someone's date of birth and initials. Obviously, she deducted it was Shinjiro's by the initials and by asking Kurosawa if it was his. It took her a good few days to get the clockwork fixed and all shiny. But she never could give it back to him.

And she feared she would never be able to.

Fuuka's heart strings tugged at her as she could see Takaya playing with his revolver. "Now," Takaya moves a little closer to the SEES members, his voice getting rough and annoyed, "there is one among you that has the power just like Chidori does. Where are they?" He uttered, pointing the gun towards the injured Shinjiro.

She could sense the turmoil inside of Ken and Shinjiro's hearts—they knew it was her, they knew if they told Takaya, she'd be targeted. All because they have Chidori and they don't have Fuuka. Before Ken could speak, Fuuka took a leap of faith and walked into the scene, under the shadows, as her knees were buckling under the pressure.

"It's me."

Shinjiro and Ken's eyes darted quickly towards the petite female.

"Yamagishi—! No!" Shinjiro cried out as he winced in pain, even though he moved a millimeter—the bullet was doing more damage if he even moved a bit.

Takaya let out a laugh that echoed all around them, but then frowned. "Is this a joke? …why have you appear now?"

Fuuka gripped her evoked again, still against her chest, knowing she had to keep cool, calm, and collected. Outwardly she was, but internally, she was freaking out. "Because I sensed them from where we battled the full moon shadows." She slowly spoke. Fuuka was speaking the truth—she then saw Ken coward behind Shinjiro, knowing he was the most vulnerable at the moment.

Takaya considered the few words that Fuuka spoke. He considered that she looked weakly, that she could sense them from a considerable amount of distance, and within seconds he pointed the loaded gun towards Fuuka. She put her evoker down to her leg and into its holder. Fuuka put her right hand up to her chest, only to try to calm her rapid heartbeat. Closing her eyes, she felt how heavy and tense the situation was now.

She could sense the others would be here in a couple minutes—Lucia was unknowingly sending a distress signal to the others. If she didn't do anything to save Shinjiro and Ken—but then, a thought came to her mind. If only I could stall, everyone would get here and then everyone would be fine until the Dark Hour ends. Would even Takaya—?

"She…will do."

Fuuka's eyes shot open the moment she heard the gun go off. She could hear Shinjiro and Ken's screams mellow out of existence as she felt the bullet grazing her hand and her chest being pelted by the bullet. A small ding could be heard, but it was drowned out by the boy's cries and screams for her. It took Fuuka a moment to realize what really happened. Her hand dropped to her side as she noticed blood flowing off her hand and down her chest.

This is how it should be, right? …an eye for an eye? A navigator…for …another?

Her fingers dripped with blood as Takaya let out a boisterous laugh as it echoed in the alleyway, as if the Reaper was laughing along with him. She fell to her knees as Ken darted to her side—she saw that her vision was fading. She could feel the others coming around the corner—she could barely see Akihiko screaming out his Persona's name, trying to attack Takaya who was already long gone; Minako immediately went to Shinjiro, so did Mitsuru, too.

Fuuka felt ridiculous. She was literally bleeding for a boy she cared so much for, and yet he still drew the eyes of their leader to her. Minato and Junpei went towards her as she lowered her head, hiding the tears that were falling from her eyes as Minato checked her horrid wound. They didn’t care about what happened in the past--she was more important now.

"The…the idiot—!" Shinjiro cried out, taking a heavy deep breath. "—she offered herself in f-front of Takaya—!" He coughed, spitting up some blood as Minako tried to heal his wounds with some bandages. Shinjiro got up slowly, darting his eyes at Fuuka and feeling his heart twinge in pain and worry.

Fuuka leaned towards Junpei, the one closest to her, as her blood began to stain her clothes and his as well. "Why…? Why Fuuka? Wh-what was the point!?" He whispered softly to her as he saw Minato taking her pulse. His worried eyes said it all—Minato had an idea, but magic wouldn't work since something of this magnitude couldn't be healed by something this bad.

Ken was shaking with fear and anxiety—his friends got injured and yet, he was unscathed. Akihiko noticed this and pulled him closer to him in a side hug. Fuuka lifted her head slowly, seeing everyone's eyes on her, especially Shinjiro's. They eyes linked for but a moment, as she closed her eyes. "T-tell Shinjiro…senpai…" she whispered as she watched Minato coming closer to her. "…I am sorry…a-about his pocket watch. …I-I think the bullet…" Fuuka gripped Junpei and Minato's arms as she let out a heartfelt cry of pain, sorrow, and heartache.

Yukari felt anxious now, beginning to voice her concerns. "Isn't the Dark Hour almost over?" Fear began to shine in her eyes as Junpei began to pick her up and nodded along with Minato. It seemed they have the right idea and thought at the same time.

"…we should get going. By the time we get to the hospital, the Dark Hour should end…" Junpei murmured softly, feeling as if this was going to be futile. He turned towards his allies and Minato began to list commands out to SEES. "Sanada-senpai, Kirijo-senpai, sister… we need to get them both to the hospital—it's only a stone's throw away. Junpei and I will take Fuuka—you guys should take Aragaki-senpai. Yukari, Aigis, Koromaru," the dog barked as he heard his name, "take Ken-kun back to the dorm. He needs some support and to keep him distracted." He mentioned to them quietly as Junpei could feel the cold blood hitting his shoes.

As Junpei watched his senpais and their other leader take off with Shinjiro, Junpei began to take a mad dash with Minato at their side. He had to shake his head to remove the negative thoughts. She will make it—she is strong. She is strong. She is—

Junpei kept pounding those words into his head as he felt his blood run cold the moment Fuuka's body went limp. Just how much blood…has she lost!? Junpei felt his eyes grow as he pulled at Minato's arm, his head shaking as they tried to pick up the pace even more. His heart ached as sweat rolled down his face and his back—he was in saying that once they got to the hospital the Dark Hour would end.

However, it wasn't saying much as Fuuka was slowly fading in Junpei's arms, the color already drained from her face as if she decided to give up already.

#unforeseen circumstances #chapter 01 #shinji/fuuka #pairing;; blue moon #here is the beginning of the fanfic that I enjoy writing! :D #p3 fanfic #TWIN LEADER UNIVERSE #verse;; it takes two #just an AU of an AU XD #and more drama and angst to come~ :D

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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--- "Heading out to the store now. If you haven't written what you want? Too bad."

#[ Ch -> Aragaki ]#dash comm.#Shinji in: If it's not on the list I aint gettin it

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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--- Green tea cookies, huh? His mood seemed to lighten up towards her requests. It was enough to see a notable relaxation from his shoulders, even.

He could get on Akihiko's case later. It wouldn't take much of a scolding from the both of them to get their friend to limit his nutrition, after all.

"Nah, keep your money. It aint like I'm hurting." Though he was blunt, his tone was more to reassure her than anything else.

"I'll be back in an hour. Let me know if anything comes up, kay?" With that, he finally took to stepping out the door.

She gave a nod of her head in agreement. Her old friend had taken it too far lately, even for a training regimen, not to mention eating beef bowls and other street food every day. Compared to her own dietary supplements, she wondered how everyone was so healthy if they ate all that every single day.

"Mm... I am aware that my needs are... different in comparison to the others, however, mochi is quite good. I've had it before." Her smile returned, whether he believed her or not. "Add it to the list as well as... purin and green tea cookies, merci beaucoup."

She hoped he'd write all of that down. "I'll make sure to pay you back for your expenses."

#;;Mitsuru #[[ ch -> Aragaki ]]#the amount of fear these two can bring down on akihiko is enough to run a power house #he will be back with all the good snacks count on it!!#local grump takes to spoiling his friends [caught in 4k]

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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🌗🌘🌑 --- The sound of a rain shower pattering against the window brought Aragaki to his senses. Tired eyes opened slowly, taking in the dull colors around him. This was... the dorms, right?

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

The sound of the wall clock above him caught his attention. His vision took in the fabric of his pant legs, below that, the soft cushions of the couch. Upon his lap lay a warm cup of tea, held within his palms.

This was the resting area on the bottom floor of the SEES building.

Had he dozed off?

What time was it?

He could feel his body was still rather exhausted. That's right, perhaps he'd gone with the others to Tartarus the prior night. That did not explain the lack of noise from the group for this night though.

His eyes moved to the clock above, reading midnight.

Midnight? Then perhaps the others were on another run there. Had he sat out for the night? He couldn't remember if he had said so, but it must have been true.

The day, what was today? Looking around, he could spot his jacket draped over the right side of the couch; his phone, lazily placed on the cushion beside him.

Flipping it open, he attempted to see what the date was-- but his phone wouldn't turn on. He wasn't one to forget to charge it, but maybe it'd slipped his mind this time due to the fatigue.

Well, it's fine.

It shouldn't be the next full moon yet; otherwise he would have gone with them.

Yeah, that's probably it. Just another night of training. They'll be fine without him. A break...shouldn't be such a bad idea.

Shinjiro would lean back against the comfort of the cushions, taking a deep breath in and out.

Yeah, they can take care of themselves for now. The group was more than capable of that.

That storm outside was pretty loud, though. If it wasn't for how loud it was, and how cold it was inside, he could enjoy his peace if but a little more. Did someone mess with the thermostat again? What a headache.

...He's gonna have to heat up this tea the next time he gets up, and fix the temperature in the building. What a pain.

It can wait.

He could feel himself begin to drift back to sleep. Must've overdone it, seriously.. With all the ranking on he's done to Akihiko's recklessness, he should know better himself. Yeah, he should know better.

Once he gets the energy to get back up, he'll fix what needs to be fixed, cook a late night meal for the group, and get his ass straight to bed.

He just...

needs a bit of a recharge...

That's all...

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October 4th, 200x

The air was cold and uninviting. Though he had come time and time again to this place, there was no getting used to it. The room smelled of it's usual cleanliness, bitter and uncomfortably sterile. Aside from the constant noise form the monitors and air filters, it was uneasily quiet. Always uneasily quiet.

The curtains were drawn to a close as the night was drawn further by the hour, the the only light within the room came from a small lamp besides the bed, where the visitor's chair was.

The very air would feel irritated with each word that was spoken, before returning to that same routine of silence.

It was heavy.

It felt too heavy, sometimes... -> xXx <-

#[[ P3P -> Spoilers ]]#[[ Ch-> Aragaki ]]#p3 spoilers #story drabble #and it rounds itself out once again!!!#anyways just know i had this thought to write this out #if u see typos... i'm tired and sick lemme live

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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@fatexbound || Cont.

--- "Y'know it's both at this point." He wasn't naive towards Mitsuru's hardships. She kept an unreadable expression for most of the time, but he'd known her long enough to see past her strict gaze and mannerisms. Poise could only take her so far when she's burning the candle at both ends.

He sat forward, keeping a sharp eye contact with her. "You look pretty pale, today. That lack of sleep and over work is catching up to ya, and I can tell."

"You need to take a break. A real one." His tone was careful in saying this to her, taking in mind that she perhaps did not want to admit to it.

#;;Mitsuru #[[ Ch -> Aragaki ]]#he's here to make sure she and akihiko don't go down the gutter with their stubborness ;0;

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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"Yo. I'm back." A certain Emperor walked into Shinji's hospital room where he was hooked up to a lot of machines meant to keep him alive. He was in a coma. The doctors said that his chances of waking up are slim. Akihiko forced a smile on his face as he sat down and looked at his friend.

"How long are you going to lie down? You're slacking off. Come on... get up." The longer he stared at him, the more he choked up. "Please... I won't fight for power anymore. I've learned my lesson. Just... please... wake up!" [It's today :3c Also, be sure to tag it as p3 spoilers just to be safe!]

--- The air was cold and uninviting. Though he had come time and time again to this place, there was no getting used to it. The room smelled of it's usual cleanliness, bitter and uncomfortably sterile. Aside from the constant noise form the monitors and air filters, it was uneasily quiet. Always uneasily quiet.

The curtains were drawn to a close as the night was drawn further by the hour, the the only light within the room came from a small lamp besides the bed, where the visitor's chair was.

The very air would feel irritated with each word that was spoken, before returning to that same routine of silence.

It was heavy.

It felt too heavy, sometimes.

Enough to make one choke.

Pleas continued to go unanswered. Prolonged bouts of anger and bargaining, too, lost their spark with time. But the ashes would always linger. Always. Only to spark right back up for the next visit.

An ongoing cycle.

A never ending nightmare.

Nothing felt like it was ever enough. Helplessness was no better a fitting name for such a place; stuck in that same time as the very moment that a bullet rang out within the dark hour.

Stuck... to the very minute detail. The overwhelming smell of iron, the endless pool of red staining a place that had once again seen another tragedy.

A feeling of a strong and steady grip loosening within Akihiko's own before it fell away. Without another complaint. Without that usual sharp gleam in those familiar eyes since they were young.

Eyes like unbending steel, suddenly dulling out to rust. Did they still look like that, even now? Would they? Questions remaining in limbo at the sheer fear of finding the worst conclusion.

Those hands, once rough and sturdy with experience, now dwindled down frail and cold. It was hard not to reminisce the sound of those hands chopping away at freshly washed greens, stirring in a hardy egg, or gently slicing down finely done meat for a hardy meal.

Even harder was it to erase the sounds of those all too familiar boots clicking in a rush to push others away from harm.

....

A voice tired and hoarse, scolding others for how they lacked taking care of their well beings, or awkwardly reminding them to eat their fill without shame.

...

Though the tubes helped him breath, and the monitors showed a somewhat stable rate; nothing described of the former could be seen now.

Just a husk.

Nothing but an empty personality.

No way to reassure him that everything would be okay.

The body that lay within those heavy sheets could not give him the solace he so desperately needed. The every one in the sees so desperately wanted.

There was no aspirations from him.

No joy or anger nor complaints.

Not even dreams.

Not for him.

Not for the one unable to awaken from a silenced state.

For those who still walked freely, however... there was hope.

For you,

At the very least,

Can keep going.

#P3 Spoilers #Spoilers -> Persona 3 #[[ Ch -> Aragaki ]]#;;Akihiko #Persona 3 October 4 -> Spoilers #stg if this site ruins my format I will RIOT bro

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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--- "What's with the racket? Other people live here, y'know."

Koromaru, however, does his happy little tippy taps as he spots Yukari!

#Dash comm.#[[ Ch-> Aragaki ]]#AAAAA IT'S A YUKARI ON MY DASH LETS GOOOOOO #[[ Ch-> Koromaru]]

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letsriddlemethislucifer · 1 year ago

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--- Who the hell lost a shoe on top of the drink machine?

#[[ Ch -> Aragaki ]]

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tacitusauxilium · 5 years ago

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Unforeseen Circumstances // Ch. 02

Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 2;; Climbing Up Towards Hope

Flashback — September 2nd

Fuuka was beyond excited, and it was all thanks to Natsuki. A few days ago, Natsuki won a free ramen lunch at a raffle place just down the street from the dorms. Natsuki was gonna to invite Fuuka, but realized that she had family plans and gave it to Fuuka. She stated that she could go with "that someone she adores" and Fuuka protested.

I don't have a special someone. …okay, maybe I do have someone I envy.

She had her sights on the one guy who complimented her at the beach over a month ago: Junpei Iori. Fuuka enjoyed his jokes, albeit perverted sometimes, and loved his laugh. It was the little things she liked about him, but she never knew how to get close to him. Until today.

As she walked down the stairs, she was slightly relieved to see only a few people: Yukari, who was deeply emerged in a novel, Shinjiro, who was in the kitchen preparing food for Koromaru, Minako, who was doing some homework, and Junpei, who was reading a new comic book. It seemed as if the circumstances couldn't be any more perfect.

Fuuka reached into her pocket, pulling out a brand new shiny ticket for ramen—buy one get one free—and they could go together and have fun. Just the two of them—the thought made Fuuka smile and hopeful. She almost began to skip down the stairs, trying her hardest to hide her happiness. Fuuka let out a force cough, making Junpei, Minako, and Yukari turn towards her.

"Hmm? What is it Fuuka-tan?" Junpei asked, putting down his comic book as Fuuka was trying to hide her shit eating grin on her lips. "What are you so happy about?"

That was obvious, wasn't it?

"Well, I thought you would like this." Fuuka handed him the coupon to the ramen place as Junpei read it and let the gears in his head turn. "…Natsuki couldn't go, s-so I thought that maybe you'd like this and could take someone with you..."

"W-whoa! Fuuka, this is amazing!" Junpei jumped up, moving his comic to the coffee table in front of him as he walked over to Minako as she trilled her pencil in her fingers. "Heyyyy, Mina-tan—wanna go with me? It looks like it is only good for today!"

…wait. …what? But…!

"…Sure. I can take a break from studying. But," Minako stated as she noticed her eyes trained onto Fuuka's face. She could tell that Fuuka was defeated, that this was supposed to be for them both. Minako got the idea, but before she could say anything, Fuuka pipped up.

"N-no, no. You both go ahead—I got some studying to do, anyway." Fuuka waved her hand at them, trying to not let Minako know that she wasn't okay with this, but she was used to it.

Junpei grinned as he ran up to his room. This gave Minako a chance to be with Fuuka. "Fuuka, are you sure? I don't want to take this away from you. I'm sure you wanted this to be a da—"

"No. I…I think he'll enjoy it more with you around rather than me. I-I'll just try again later. Just have a great time, okay?" Fuuka smiled as she could feel Junpei rushing pass her, as if she was invisible, as Minako nodded slowly.

"If you say so—I'll at least tell you how it goes, if Junpei doesn't eat it all." Minako promised, holding up her pinkie finger as she left the dorm with Junpei in tow. Fuuka felt as if 20 pounds was just added to her back—it made her feel heavy, depressed, and a bit on the sad side.

Fuuka sighed as she moved towards the kitchen to see what Shinjiro was cooking. Hmmm…sushi. That won't be too bad tonight. Haven't had Aragaki-senpai's sushi yet. She was deep in thought as she sat on the bar stool, trying to get her mind away from Junpei, which wasn't working. Yukari slightly frowned—she wished Fuuka was more determined to go after him. There was no one on Junpei's radar, that she could of know, so why didn't he try to talk her into going?

Shinjiro could see Fuuka staring at his food, but didn't know that she was just staring and not paying attention. He waved his hand a few times in her face as she blushed lightly, shaking her head to bring her attention back to the real world.

"Tch. He's a dumbass." He mentioned as he carefully rolled the sushi together with the seaweed. "Wouldn't even know if someone's hitting on him unless they were hitting him with something."

Fuuka bit her lip. "…I'm an idiot, right?" Shinjiro blinked, surprised to hear something like that come out of her lips. "…he has someone else, I just know it. Lucia has been keeping small Intel on everyone—Minato's worn out from track meets, Ken is trying to drink more milk (and hates it), and Junpei has been even more distracted, in school and in battle. Now… now it makes sense…" Fuuka crossed her arms and laid them on the counter, her head on top of them.

Shinjiro put a couple sushi rolls on a plate and handed them to Fuuka. "So? Fuck him—there are many other people to talk to. Iori is just…stupid."

Yukari walked over and nodded, carrying her novel in her hand. "He is called Stupei for a reason, Fuuka. Don't forget that." She put her hand on her shoulder. "Besides, senpai is right—and if he doesn't reciprocate the feelings, then that's on him."

"…Yeah, I guess you are right, Yukari-chan." She giggled as she turned to offer her some of Shinjiro's sushi. "Want to try one with me? Smells like…" Fuuka sniffed it and looked at it more. "Is that crab…with cucumber and avocado?" Fuuka took a bite, a smile forming on her lips. "Ahhh! Delicious! The avocado makes the sushi sweeter—is it really that simple, Aragaki-senpai?"

Shinjiro was slightly surprised that Fuuka could tell ingredients were in it before even tasting it. He was amused to say the least. "Most of the time—fresh avocado makes the sushi sweeter or tangy, depending on who made it." He crossed his arms as both girls finished the taste testing of his new sushi. "I'll make some more for your lunches."

Fuuka nodded as Yukari licked her fingers, responding with "Yes, I'd like to have some—don't leave any for Junpei." Yukari giggled as Fuuka smiled softly, finishing up her sushi roll. Yukari made it upstairs and Koromaru took her warm seat. Fuuka looked up at Shinjiro, a small smile on her lips.

"I…I appreciate this. I hope I could cook with you and learn your techniques."

"Yeah, I'll think about it. For now," he took her plate and put it into the sink, "don't let Iori get in your head. If he is sorry, he'll apologize and make it up to you. Don't let a guy like that get you down."

Fuuka nodded and got off of her chair. "Thank you, senpai. I'll do my best—I promise." She held up her pinkie finger, knowing that her brain and her heart were two separate beings who had different plans in mind for her.

Flash forward – October 6th

Shinjiro finally opened up his eyes, feeling as if Death took his body through Hell, and Heaven, Purgatory, and back to the living an infinite amount of times. He saw Minako and Ken sleeping in chairs by his bed.

So, I'm alive. ...!

He sat up slowly, seeing the nasty stitches and staples he had down by his waist, as he instantly thought of Fuuka. He looked around the room, noticing that no one else was in the room—must have been Mitsuru who gave him his own room that was big enough for two people to stay. Either that, or Fuuka was in worse shape than he was.

Shinjiro winced in pain, grunting loudly, as it woke up Minako from her light sleep. Her eyes grew as she felt her heart skipping a beat. "Shinjiro…!" She whispered as she moved towards his bed, scooting her chair closer. "…are you okay? Are you in pain?" She asked as Shinjiro nodded after pondering if he was in pain for a few seconds. "Should I…?"

He shook his head. "I'll be fine—just want to know about Fuuka. Is she…?"

Minako bit her lip as she reached for his hand, rubbing the top of his hand with her fingers. "She is alive. Barely, but the machines are helping her breathe, currently. The bullet was luckily intact, so it didn't do any more damage. The bullet nicked her aorta and superior vena cava, meaning that she had to go into surgery immediately." Minako slowly said as Shinjiro watched her lips and could barely pay attention. "Like, the bullet went in between the aorta and superior vena cava—we believed it was because of this—" Minako pulled out the pocket watch that was Shinjiro's in the first place.

Shinjiro felt his hand shake as he reached for it—the bullet left a nasty mark on the outer shell of the watch, but surprisingly, it was still ticking. "…shit—where did you find this?" He asked, showing that he was really not paying any attention at all.

"…Fuuka had it. It was in her pocket, in front of our uniform. She… …I think she was going to give this to you, but never had the time to."

Shinjiro carefully took the pocket watch out of her hand, his hands trembling with fear, relief, but heartache came in quickly as he felt tears escaping his eyes and stinging his eyes. He was silent, and so was Minako, as they just watch the tears fall.

"…would you like to see her? I'll…have to wheel you into her room—she's in the ICU." Minako suggested as Shinjiro gripped the pocket watch and swung his legs around, ready to walk to her room. "H-hey! Shinjiro-senpai!" Minako cried out as she could see him suffering a bit. After a couple minutes of telling him to hold his horses, she got him a wheelchair, sat him down in it, and took his morphine bag with him—after convincing the doctor that he'll be back in a moment. That seem to worn down Minako herself, but was determined to get Shinjiro to Fuuka.

"Now, before you see her, Fuuka… …you might get overwhelmed and surprised by how she looks. Her surgery took half a day as she lost a lot of blood." Minako wasn't trying to sugar coat everything, but the way Fuuka truly looked, it was a sight that would scare anyone, maybe Shinjiro would be terrified, if not sick to his stomach. "If you want to leave, you let me know, okay? I'll take you back down to your room."

Shinjiro nodded slowly, knowing that he wasn't probably going to be prepared for this. Minako stopped in front of her room, noting that Yukari and Junpei were outside—they didn't say much as Yukari held a tissue in her hand. Junpei lowered his hat over his eyes, trying to hide any emotions that appeared from his eyes—on top of Fuuka and Chidori in the same hospital, and for two different reasons, he was a bit of a mess.

Minako lightly tapped on the door. Within seconds, Akihiko came to the door, looking down to see Shinjiro, as he nodded slowly and let them both in. The moment he heard the monitors and saw the tubes, he wasn't surprised at how much attention she was getting, but how much room was taken up simply by the machines was a surprise. Shinjiro almost leaped out of his chair the moment he saw Fuuka's body—it made her look so much smaller, and weaker than before.

Mitsuru was observing Shinjiro carefully, to make sure he wasn't hurting himself either, as she turned to Minako. "If you would like, you may leave. Akihiko and I will stay and take care of them both, leader." Mitsuru suggested as Minako rubbed her arm.

"Y-yeah. I'll go get Ken-kun and head back to the dorm—I think he's exhausted." She murmured as she kissed the top of Shinjiro's head and left the room, sliding the door back in place. Once she left, the tension in the room seem to grow even more.

Shinjiro carefully reached for Fuuka's hand—he couldn't believe that just one little bullet could so much damage. He turned towards Mitsuru once he grabbed her hand and carefully held it. "…is she going to make it?" Shinjiro whispered as Mitsuru got up from her seat and sighed heavily.

"…I am hoping so. As for now, you two are out with your injuries. The best of the best operated on her—she made it through but now it'll only be a waiting game. They put her in a medically induced coma so her body can heal." Mitsuru explained as she looked at her chart. "She's steady in all departments—BP, pulse, oxygen levels, you name it. But--"

"…we are out a navigator, correct?" Shinjiro finished what she might be thinking. Mitsuru lowered her chart and stared at Shinjiro. "So, what? What the hell are we going to do?! We can't let Takaya get away with this-!"

Akihiko put his hand on Shinjiro's shoulder. "Shinji…"

"Sh-…shit…" He lowered his head and rubbed the top of her hand in small circles. "…my pocket watch saved her life—and I can't do shit for her!" Shinjiro cried out in pain as he felt the pocket watch gain some weight on his hospital gown pocket. He winced as Mitsuru crossed the room slowly and sat down on Fuuka's bed. She rubbed his back as he felt a tear escape the corner of his eye.

"Shinjiro. We won't let that happen—we will make sure that Takaya faces consequences. But, for now, you need rest. We all need rest. Baby steps, Shinjiro. That is what we will do." Mitsuru wasn't sure how to comfort someone like Shinjiro—it was odd, knowing that this was happening to someone whom they all counted on to help, no matter the situation.

Shinjiro nodded slowly, letting the words get absorbed into his brain. He laid his head on her bed, watching her chest move up and down slowly, as he closed his eyes. "Sorry. I seem to fuck things up, huh, Fuuka?" He whispered as Akihiko and Mitsuru moved away from them and sat in the corner, giving him some space.

…senpai… …do…ou….hear… ….me?

Shinjiro opened his eyes, quickly, thinking that Fuuka was calling out to him, but thought he was just hallucinating. He knew the medicine was ready to lull him to sleep. He closed his eyes once again, letting sleep pull him back into the depths.

… try… lling…out to… …me …my….sona…

He opened his eyes again, wondering if the others could hear it too. "Hey—" He turned around and saw Akihiko asleep on Mitsuru's shoulder as Mitsuru fell asleep on a pillow. "…so, that's a no…" Shinjiro whispered as he turned back to Fuuka, nothing changed except her oxygen levels getting higher, as he went back to sleep, making sure that nothing would wake him up this time. Next time, he'll sleep in his own bed. For now, being by Fuuka's side was the most important thing to him and the only way he could sleep while knowing she was still alive and breathing.

#unforeseen circumstances #shinji/fuuka #chapter 02

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