No, seriously. This is a short fic, that might not stay that way, that's going to explain somthing of a running joke for the main of Persona 3.
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I don't think I've ever understood just exactly why people feel compelled to give me instruments as gifts. From the dinky little kazoo that Maiko gave me, to a cheap hundred thousand yen guitar, I've never understood why.
Well, that's a lie. I know why I got the guitar. At the time, I hadn't fully understood that my appreciative looks at the shape and form of the instruments or that the longing in my voice (born of a desire to hear them played as they deserved to be played) might be taken, might be construed, as a desire to own the thing and play it.
When I got the guitar, I found out two undeniable truths about myself. One is that I have no talent or luck with instruments. The guitar sounded horrible in my hands. It got returned after a month, more or less, because the glue wore out and it was going to pieces. A pair of finger cymbals that had a note with them ("Please be happy, Arisato-sempai" it said) were warped slightly and sounded like nothing so much as noise. This kazoo, that I got not thirty seconds ago from Maiko, it looks like it's missing a piece. Yep, missing a piece, doesn't even make noise. And now she's worried that I don't like her gift.
Well, time to use that other truth I found out. Even as I go though a mental list, I can hear myself saying "Maiko-chan, don't worry. I can't play instruments anyways. Don't worry, though." And so I sing. It's not anything, really, just some words; I don't think that anything really linked them together, other than I thought they didn't sound bad together. Maiko looks happier than I've ever seen her, and something inside me says that this is all wrong, that I should have seen her happier before, and really makes me want to just hold her tight and tell her everything's going to be alright.
I don't, though. Already, far too many people that look at me oddly. Right there, one.... Never mind. Just one of the Lost. Maiko then takes all of this out of my hands, by getting up and hugging me, holding me tight. She's saying something, but I can't quite hear it over the thoughts that are echoing in my head.
The more important questions of 'What just happened' and 'How did this happen,' are both more silent than my incongruous though of 'Why is my Persona Orpheus and not Israfel."
End, for now.
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I don't think I've ever understood just exactly why people feel compelled to give me instruments as gifts. From the dinky little kazoo that Maiko gave me, to a cheap hundred thousand yen guitar, I've never understood why.
Well, that's a lie. I know why I got the guitar. At the time, I hadn't fully understood that my appreciative looks at the shape and form of the instruments or that the longing in my voice (born of a desire to hear them played as they deserved to be played) might be taken, might be construed, as a desire to own the thing and play it.
When I got the guitar, I found out two undeniable truths about myself. One is that I have no talent or luck with instruments. The guitar sounded horrible in my hands. It got returned after a month, more or less, because the glue wore out and it was going to pieces. A pair of finger cymbals that had a note with them ("Please be happy, Arisato-sempai" it said) were warped slightly and sounded like nothing so much as noise. This kazoo, that I got not thirty seconds ago from Maiko, it looks like it's missing a piece. Yep, missing a piece, doesn't even make noise. And now she's worried that I don't like her gift.
Well, time to use that other truth I found out. Even as I go though a mental list, I can hear myself saying "Maiko-chan, don't worry. I can't play instruments anyways. Don't worry, though." And so I sing. It's not anything, really, just some words; I don't think that anything really linked them together, other than I thought they didn't sound bad together. Maiko looks happier than I've ever seen her, and something inside me says that this is all wrong, that I should have seen her happier before, and really makes me want to just hold her tight and tell her everything's going to be alright.
I don't, though. Already, far too many people that look at me oddly. Right there, one.... Never mind. Just one of the Lost. Maiko then takes all of this out of my hands, by getting up and hugging me, holding me tight. She's saying something, but I can't quite hear it over the thoughts that are echoing in my head.
The more important questions of 'What just happened' and 'How did this happen,' are both more silent than my incongruous though of 'Why is my Persona Orpheus and not Israfel."
End, for now.