I've been playing FES for a while now (glad I pre-ordered) and I was suddenly struck by inspiration. You tend to be a bit bored when you reload for the nth time in Hard Mode because of that $&#* Hama/Mudo spell. For those who are looking at my Negima fic, I'm still a bit dry on that one.
Warning: semi-crack, semi-drama. Kinda.
Jealousy
"If x here is three, then y must be eleven...no? Argh."
Minato closed his notebook, deciding that the assignment can wait a few more minutes. He'd been working on it for an hour now and he was exhausted. Life as a Persona user gave him a large amount of stamina, but mental fatigue was something else. He was just at Tartarus the night before, so maybe that was also a factor. With the enemies getting stronger, he couldn't afford to slack off.
Supressing a yawn, Minato gazed warily at the small clock on his desk.
"Still a bit after ten. Maybe I can nap for a bit."
He crossed his arms on the desk and laid his head on them, quickly reaching dreamland.
"Mmm...huh?"
The young man woke up to the feeling of something vibrating in his pocket, accompanied by a series of frenzied beeping.
Shaking his head to clear it of sleep, he deftly reached for his phone and answered it.
"Umm, h-hello, this is Chihiro."
Minato smiled. Even after getting more used to men (thanks to him), she still found it hard to talk to them.
She sounded extra pensive this time, though. What could be the matter?
"L-last week, I sa--I saw...and..."
Now Minato was nervous. There was a new edge to her voice, something which he knew was...
"...you and Kirijo-sempai..."
...going to be really bad for him.
The memory of him and Mitsuru making out in the Student Council office burned brightly in his mind, as well as the sound of a door closing which he dismissed as his imagination.
A minute of silence passed. Minato still couldn't find his tongue, his brain scrambling for something intelligible to say. A thought springing in his mind, he opened his mouth.
"H-how could you!" Chihiro's voice was on fire now. "A-after all the time we s-spent, after what I gave you..." Her voice suddenly became weak and vulnerable.
"Chihiro--"
"DON'T SAY MY NAME!" The girl yelled. "I-I don't want to talk to you again! I don't want to see you again! I should have just been like before, afraid of men, so I wouldn't have to feel this!"
"Listen to--"
"No! I won't listen anymore! It's clear who you love! M-make her happy, for my sake!"
And with that, the call ended.
Minato stared at his phone, feeling like the world's biggest moron. He had to make it up to her somehow. He hurt her. Maybe he could...
The phone rang again.
"Minato. No...Arisato."
It was Mitsuru.
He also heard the sound of a sword being sharpened in the background.
"I had to resort to calling you, since I am not sure I could stop myself if I could see you right now. We need you alive as the leader."
Minato gulped. This was going to be worse. Much worse.
"It was a beautiful scene, really. You and Yamagishi, liplocked with the setting sun as your backdrop..."
He felt beads of sweat form. Mitsuru sounded downright scary right now.
"Quite touching. I was so moved that it took me several days before I made this call."
The sword-sharpening sounds became slightly louder.
"I will allow you to explain yourself before I get the urge to come there and force it out of you." Her tone was sharp, and Minato felt like she would make good on that threat.
Before his mind could process something believable, the voice came to life again.
"On second thought, disregard that. I doubt you can talk your way out of this one." Mitsuru's tone had a ring of finality to it. "Thus, from today, we will assume professional relations only. For her sake, I will not mention what happened between us. I will also try to restrain myself from running you through. Enjoy your relationship with Yamagishi."
The sound of a sword embedding itself against wood ended the conversation.
The phone rang again.
"What now?" Minato grumbled. He was hoping it was Kaz, inviting him to another movie. He really needed to relax.
His heart sank when he recognized the soft voice.
"Minato, it's Fuuka."
Oh, shit.
(to be continued)
Warning: semi-crack, semi-drama. Kinda.
Jealousy
"If x here is three, then y must be eleven...no? Argh."
Minato closed his notebook, deciding that the assignment can wait a few more minutes. He'd been working on it for an hour now and he was exhausted. Life as a Persona user gave him a large amount of stamina, but mental fatigue was something else. He was just at Tartarus the night before, so maybe that was also a factor. With the enemies getting stronger, he couldn't afford to slack off.
Supressing a yawn, Minato gazed warily at the small clock on his desk.
"Still a bit after ten. Maybe I can nap for a bit."
He crossed his arms on the desk and laid his head on them, quickly reaching dreamland.
"Mmm...huh?"
The young man woke up to the feeling of something vibrating in his pocket, accompanied by a series of frenzied beeping.
Shaking his head to clear it of sleep, he deftly reached for his phone and answered it.
"Umm, h-hello, this is Chihiro."
Minato smiled. Even after getting more used to men (thanks to him), she still found it hard to talk to them.
She sounded extra pensive this time, though. What could be the matter?
"L-last week, I sa--I saw...and..."
Now Minato was nervous. There was a new edge to her voice, something which he knew was...
"...you and Kirijo-sempai..."
...going to be really bad for him.
The memory of him and Mitsuru making out in the Student Council office burned brightly in his mind, as well as the sound of a door closing which he dismissed as his imagination.
A minute of silence passed. Minato still couldn't find his tongue, his brain scrambling for something intelligible to say. A thought springing in his mind, he opened his mouth.
"H-how could you!" Chihiro's voice was on fire now. "A-after all the time we s-spent, after what I gave you..." Her voice suddenly became weak and vulnerable.
"Chihiro--"
"DON'T SAY MY NAME!" The girl yelled. "I-I don't want to talk to you again! I don't want to see you again! I should have just been like before, afraid of men, so I wouldn't have to feel this!"
"Listen to--"
"No! I won't listen anymore! It's clear who you love! M-make her happy, for my sake!"
And with that, the call ended.
Minato stared at his phone, feeling like the world's biggest moron. He had to make it up to her somehow. He hurt her. Maybe he could...
The phone rang again.
"Minato. No...Arisato."
It was Mitsuru.
He also heard the sound of a sword being sharpened in the background.
"I had to resort to calling you, since I am not sure I could stop myself if I could see you right now. We need you alive as the leader."
Minato gulped. This was going to be worse. Much worse.
"It was a beautiful scene, really. You and Yamagishi, liplocked with the setting sun as your backdrop..."
He felt beads of sweat form. Mitsuru sounded downright scary right now.
"Quite touching. I was so moved that it took me several days before I made this call."
The sword-sharpening sounds became slightly louder.
"I will allow you to explain yourself before I get the urge to come there and force it out of you." Her tone was sharp, and Minato felt like she would make good on that threat.
Before his mind could process something believable, the voice came to life again.
"On second thought, disregard that. I doubt you can talk your way out of this one." Mitsuru's tone had a ring of finality to it. "Thus, from today, we will assume professional relations only. For her sake, I will not mention what happened between us. I will also try to restrain myself from running you through. Enjoy your relationship with Yamagishi."
The sound of a sword embedding itself against wood ended the conversation.
The phone rang again.
"What now?" Minato grumbled. He was hoping it was Kaz, inviting him to another movie. He really needed to relax.
His heart sank when he recognized the soft voice.
"Minato, it's Fuuka."
Oh, shit.
(to be continued)