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tricksterlatte · 4 months

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Akeshu Holiday Heist Special WIP

This was going to be a oneshot sequel to my completed Persona 5 Akechi/Joker fanfic, Chase the Joker, set nearly one year after the ending. While I still have a few oneshots set in their future planned, this one's entire concept was changed, and the fic was scrapped. Since I had fun writing their banter, I'm going to post the WIP here anyways. You can read underneath the cut! As it's incomplete, there is no concrete ending to this segment at this time.

Sometimes, life could feel just like a Christmas movie. One could find the true meaning of holiday cheer amidst the chaos, no matter who they are or where they came from. It was a special time of year, and whether people celebrated or not, sometimes beautiful magic happened.

Joyful moments could be shared underneath the tree as families discover the true meaning of the holiday season, whether related to Santa Clause, the meaning of life, or Kentucky Fried Chicken. True love could be discovered underneath the mistletoe, all while some coworker’s annoying as hell kids at the office Christmas party went ooh or help me or perhaps ew, gross much? On occasion, the stars aligned just right each December, and picturesque moments captured in the mind’s eye forever would feel just like the more diverse Hallmark movies. All three of them, if you were being generous.

It was at these times one must remember Die Hard was also a Christmas movie…which was the evidence Akira needed to utilize for their current situation, no matter how Goro denied it, all while they drove towards some rich bastard’s Christmas bash on a hellbent mission.

Car rides anywhere were enjoyable as long as they were with each other, and in the end that was all Akira could ask for. As Goro rambled on and on about cultural variations of the holiday, and how supposedly none of them involved homicide, Akira just held back laughter while applying the reddest lipstick known to man. He hadn’t ever worn a cocktail dress before today, but no one could deny he looked incredible. He was dressed to the nines in luscious red, a silky wig, and enough makeup that not even his own parents would recognize him, and yet it wasn’t technically for a date. What a homophobic shame dealt to him by the gods themselves.

…Okay, his parents hadn’t seen him in years, and the last time had been Goro punching his father in the face. It was better stated that not even his cat would recognize him, but Akira didn’t want to think about that either. So instead he just bickered with the man he loved.

“Honey, listen,” Akira countered, after Goro ranted for the entire length of some bubbly kpop song about being merry and happy. “I know you pride yourself on being right about everything, and I support you unconditionally, but have you ever considered you’re totally wrong about literally everything? We are living out a Christmas movie right now. I’m right.”

“Stating I’m wrong without providing actual evidence as to why again, Akira?” Goro said with an eye roll, though his rolling eyes struggled to stay focused on the road when Akira’s dress kinda showed his upper thigh. “You would not have lasted one week in a university setting’s debate team, and it shows.”

“Hey, neither of us went to college, on account of me being a sexy criminal superstar and you being sexy and also super dead. At least I read dozens of books on mythology and cultural figures when we still had the Nav,” Akira said right back. “I’m a master debater–”

“I swear if you say ‘and also a masturbator,’ I’m hitting the brakes at mach speed.”

“I mean no, I don’t need to do that when we’re in the same room twenty-four hours a day. Wow, you have such a dirty mind, did you know that?”

Goro finally stared not at the road nor Akira’s legs, but a secret third thing–his smug, stupid face, so he could shoot Akira the nastiest of glares. “Quite the talk from someone who made a kidnapping roleplay joke months after literally being kidnapped.”

Okay, that had been one time. And they were not talking about it. Not if Akira could help it. He finished applying the last of his makeup and examined himself in the mirror. If looks could kill, Akira wouldn’t need a knife tonight. Tragically, he still needed a knife, but at least he was pretty.

“I never joked about that again, give me and my coping mechanisms some credit. Anyways, enough talk about my abduction. Ever heard of Krampus? He’s like the Mementos Grim Reaper used to be, except real, and festive, and I’m pretty sure he murdered children. How’s that for Christmas cheer?”

“I appreciate the sentiment behind a morally dubious Christmas special, but…Krampus aside, the holiday genre as a whole is ill-suited for activities such as murder, once we put aside frequently debated titles. There is a reason films such as Die Hard and American Psycho are commonly dismissed from a place among happy-go-lucky Christmas movies, and that’s due to them only portraying the holiday as background noise in favor of an action plot. It’s only a timestamp when all is considered, nothing more.”

God, Goro was so pretentious. No wonder Akira was in love with him. Here they were, driving towards some multimillionaire’s holiday party with a heist in mind and also assassination if push came to shove, and yet Goro was blasting some American artist’s holiday music on the Jokermobile speakers and discussing American fucking Psycho versus the concept of Christmas cheer. If he wasn’t wearing nondescript black clothing and gun holsters, Akira would blame the irritated snarl gracing Goro’s face on this Michael Buble person singing some no homo anthem about his buddy Santa.

Akira just giggled in his best falsetto, preparing himself for whatever crossdressing shenanigans he had to pull for their mission tonight, and flipped his wig over his shoulder. Brief little moments of domestic bliss were nice after everything, even if most people wouldn’t get it.

“Okay, ignore the murder then. We’re still living in a real life romcom whether you think my jokes are funny or not, since my entire life is a joke.” Another unimpressed squint as Goro kept his eyes on the road. The self-deprecation didn’t hit like it used to for either of them. Damn their efforts to rebuild Akira’s self-esteem. Those efforts were getting in the way of dark humor! “It’s December 24th, we’re on our way to crash a Christmas party, and we are romantic and comedic. We even took that don we now our gay apparel song to heart, come on!”

Goro snorted, ever the long-suffering, disgruntled man in the face of whatever the fuck Akira was doing. “That can be said for your outfit tonight, but I don’t recall a black turtleneck ever winning one of those ridiculous ugly Christmas sweater contests.”

“No, see, you’re just dressed like the gay goth cousin who sits at the kids’ table during family gatherings because he hates his homophobic relatives.” Akira knew this because he had once been the gay goth cousin who sat at kids’ tables during their rare family gatherings because he hated his homophobic relatives.

Goro looked from Akira, to the road, to their GPS. His brow furrowed and he bit his lip once he saw how little time was left until their arrival. The plan had been for Goro to park the car and follow behind closely, and Akira would do the actual infiltration with a fake identity and a fake adoration for being surrounded by the rich and pompous. The flashy getup was excessive, in Goro’s opinion, but plenty of Shido’s affiliates, and therefore Goro’s whether he liked them or not, were occupying this little gala. Of the two of them, Akira was less likely to be recognized, especially when dressed like this.

That didn’t mean Goro was fond of the idea whatsoever, but that was only one stressor among the many weighing them down tonight. As Goro parked the car, Akira finalized his appearances one more time, double-checking his heels were just short and thick enough that he could still run in them, and that not a hair looked out of place.

He only became aware of his nervous expression when Goro turned off the radio. Turning to face his partner in crime, he saw anxiety reflected back at him, and Akira gulped down a lump in his throat. “Hey,” Akira said, reaching over to grab Goro’s hand as it held the steering wheel in a vice grip. “I know this time of year is stressful for everyone, but I’m going to be okay–”

“Are you okay, though?” Goro cut him off, flexing his fingers before letting go of the wheel. He squeezed his eyelids shut and visibly fought to unclench his jaw. “You’ve spent the entire car ride cracking ridiculous jokes and making up your own lyrics to every damn orchestra cover that played on the radio, but if you’re trying to hide how nervous you are, you’re not doing a great job. I thought we talked about this.”

Akira winced. Keeping secrets hadn’t been his goal at all, but he couldn’t blame Goro for that train of thought. Old habits die hard, whether trauma was involved or otherwise. He flopped back against the headrest, shifting their hands so their fingers intertwined. Even with gloved hands, the grip grounded both of them. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I just know if I think too much about the worst case scenarios, I won’t be able to focus on anything else. I’m worried about you too, though. What’s wrong? Is it about splitting up?”

The telltale twitch of Goro’s hand was all the answer Akira needed. He stayed silent and gave Goro a moment to find his words, taking in his harrowed expression as Goro’s thumb brushed across the various scars all over Akira’s hand. Goro had always wielded words masterfully on television and even in battle, whether they were honeyed vinegar or vulgar curses, but words conveying his innermost feelings still didn’t come easily. Akira wasn’t good at sharing his burdens purposefully either just yet, but they were trying.

They were both getting better about trust and honesty, but sometimes Akira worried parts of them would always be trapped in the past, terrified of losing one another, or maybe in some long-lost Palace there was Goro, kneeling on some bloody floor or panicking in a hotel room, or there was Akira, trapped in a diner or tied to a chair in that hellish basement or crawling across frozen earth in a desperate rush because he couldn’t let him die, not here, not again–

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Akechi’s voice broke Akira out of the spiral before it could properly start. Suddenly Akechi’s head gently bumped into the side of Akira’s, and his thumb rubbed circles against Akira’s knuckles. Right. It was December, in the present day, almost a full year after three no good, very bad days. They were alive. They were okay. “I’ll admit I’m not fond of splitting up. I…I can’t lose you again.” Okay, so maybe Akira wasn’t the only one spiraling over that possibility. “If you no longer wanted to mingle with Shido’s trash, I would gladly take our little getaway car and drive wherever you wish–”

“Nope, I’m still going,” Akira butted in. He wasn’t offended by Akechi’s offer, but he didn’t want to back down now, and he knew Akechi didn’t either. He could do this. It wasn’t like he had to kill a million people, all he had to do was break into some big wig’s computer with a flash drive and then get the hell out of there. Hopefully no one paid attention to him, once they got over the dress and heels. “I have a dagger and I’m not afraid to use it, and I have my earpiece just in case. You have a sword and multiple guns and an actual sniper rifle. Give the both of us some credit! I killed a god three Christmases ago. A little breaking and entering is what the kids call small potatoes.”

Akechi said nothing, but at the rate he was stressing, he would fracture every bone in Akira’s hand, induce heart murmurs faster than you could say four Five Hour Energy shots, and go bald by age twenty-three. Refusing to let the man who was essentially his husband lose all his hair, Akira indulged in their old favorite vice: deflecting and changing the subject. “Also, this isn’t the getaway car. Stop besmirching the good name of our dearly beloved Jokermobile–”

“It’s not a good name at all, Akira,” said Akechi as he forced himself to relax. He didn’t buy the facade, but Akira wasn’t trying to fool him. They both just needed to calm down before they did anything reckless…even if a heist was also reckless. “Your habit of naming inanimate objects is getting out of hand. This isn’t the Jokermobile, it’s a black 2016 Toyota Highlander, and you only named it that because you wanted to make rear-ending jokes.”

Well, it was a good thing they had only been rear-ended by an actual car once, then. Akira took full responsibility for that one, it was his fault for trying to drive with a broken leg. Pour one out for the fire hydrant, the greatest victim of that hit-and-run besides Akira’s psyche. “And yet you never thought of a better name. Checkmate.”

“You’re insufferable,” Akechi sighed.

“I think you meant irresistible, honey,” said Akira.

“Oh, pardon me. I meant to say you’re irritating and irresponsible. My mistake.”

Goro didn’t give Akira time to reply before he unbuckled his seatbelt and inspected his holsters. “Do you have the flashdrive ready to go?” Akira reached into a side pocket of his dress and showed Goro the flash drive, shoving it back inside once Goro nodded. “And your dagger?” He flipped his skirt completely to the side, exposing lacy black underwear on top of the dagger strapped to the thigh lacking a dress slit. Goro forcibly ignored that and interrogated him again like the bastard cop he once pretended to be. “And your earpiece?”

Wow, not even a verbal reaction to his underwear of choice? Bummer. Akira rolled his eyes and gently swept the wig away. Barely visible inside his ear was the earpiece, but it was in place just as planned. Smiling and hoping the red lipstick wouldn’t smudge onto his teeth, he flashed Goro a thumbs up. “Yes, Goro, I’ll hear your illustrious voice loud and clear. What about yours?”

“I put mine on before we left. I came prepared, unlike you.”

“It’s not a competition, Goro.”

“Akira, we turn everything into a competition whether we like it or not.”

God, could Goro stop making good points tonight? He was beating Akira in the argument category of the Rivalry Olympics. Fucker. Conceding for now, Akira pouted as Goro let go of his hand to climb into the back. “Do we have any of those canned coffees left?” he asked while Goro inspected his ammunition.

“I grabbed extra at the 777 earlier, along with some other beverages,” Goro replied, briefly ignoring his mission prep in favor of caffeinating the idiotic love of his life. As Goro reached into their cooler, he continued, “Some are black, some have cream or sugar. How do you want your coffee tonight, my dear Joker?”

“Black like my soul, Crow,” Akira replied, fondly recalling his dear pal Satanael on the anniversary of a god’s death. Goro gave him a long, hard look, then hurled a bottle of milk at Akira’s face. Naturally, Akira caught it with all the proficiency in the universe. Then he hurled it right back at Goro, who snatched it from the air without even looking. Well, if Satanael wasn’t allowed, then Arsene better be. “Fine. Something with French roast, also like my soul.”

#persona 5 #akeshu #shuake #p5 #goro akechi #akira kurusu #tricksterlatte writes #chase the joker #my stuff #I have two other oneshots planned regarding this heist and then this holiday for them. but.#Akechi overexplaining American Psycho to Akira who just thinks he's ridiculous while also being head over heels. it had to be shared #i had to.#this will not make much sense without the original fic btw so if you like this. go read it! look in my pinned

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pugs-cats-bb-8 · 1 year

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Writer Asks

This is cobbled together from multiple asks.

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

🤔I don't know. I just do. It's like that with a lot of things I do. I just decided one day to start doing it. 😅

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Those Little First Dates

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

Romance, jokey parts

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Prolonged angst, Threesomes

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

Ren

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

Akechi

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

Romance

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Getting together

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Bands

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

Persona 5

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Just Like The Movies, Night Visits, Should We Be Doing This?

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

In between

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

Ship

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Ren/Akechi

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Spotify, my Youtube playlist or videos

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

I've used both. But usually, it's my own ideas.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

Both, more one shots than chap fics.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Night Visits, Hearts And Flames. It turned out good.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Fluff

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

"What is that"? Akechi practically hissed, hiding behind Ren.

Ren chuckled warmly, Akechi was adorable. He didn't think Akechi could still make his heart flip. Ren shook his head, he was so wrong. If anything his feelings were stronger than back then. "It's a cow. I know you've seen them online and TV".

Akechi dug his fingers into Ren's shoulders. "It's fucking huge"!

If Ren could get through this trip without having a heart attack or spontaneously combusting, it'd be a miracle. "You wanna pet it"? The fact that Akechi was an inch taller and trying to hide behind him, made Ren want him even more.

Akechi stared wide-eyed at him. He looked from the cow, back to Ren. "That thing will eat me".

Ren shook his head, he could feel his cheeks heating up. "Only if you have grass in your hand, or somewhere on you". He took Akechi's hand. "I'll be right by your side".

Those words sent chills down Akechi's spine. He felt Ren's other hand on his lower back. "You better not leave me".

"Goro, when have I ever let you down"?

Akechi hated how he melted when Ren purred in his ear. He followed closely behind Ren.

What is your most popular fanfic?

Autonomy Is Within My Reach

Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?

AO3

How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

🤷‍♀️I really love what I do.

What’s your longest fanfic?

Autonomy Is Within My Reach

Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Laugh

What is your planning process?

A vague idea

What have others criticized about your fanfic?

OOC

Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Yes

Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

My AO3 is linked on my profile.

What’s your shortest fanfic?

A Conversation With Crowley (45 words)

Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

Persona, NEO:TWEWY, other Japanese music, Aimer

Long chapters or short chapters?

Depends

How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

54+

How many WIPs will you finish?

All of them eventually

First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?

Third

Do you take requests?

What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

Original

Past or present tense?

Depends on the part you're on.

Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?

Yes

How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

I was looking for fics for a band. (I didn't find any).

Did you ever delete a work of yours?

Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

I've done NaoNo. I tried to do a bang, but got told it "wasn't up to their standards". Code for your grammar sucks, but we're not going to help you. We're just going to deny you a spot. Work with a beta and you can post after it's over, but you can still link your fic to the challenge. 🙄

Collaborations or working solo?

Solo

Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?

Edit, Tag, Note, post

Rudest review?

That Akechi was OOC for being scared of a horror movie.

Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

Any

What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

Those Little First Dates

What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

"You didn't notice the lack of urinals"? Heights And Me Don't Mix- published

Where do you draw inspiration from?

Everywhere

Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Ren shakes his head. "I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can say it out loud". That would make it real. He'd rarely said it above a whisper. He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to lose you". He couldn't do this. But at the same time, he knew he had to. This world was a stage play. Everyone just followed the directions of the puppetmaster. They had no freedom, choice, or anything. Even in a perfect world, people should still have control over their lives. 2/2- published

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Both

Where do you get your fic ideas?

The randomist of places.

Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

Keep them to myself.

How do you choose which fics to write?

Whatever I'm in the mood to write. Or whatever needs to be updated.

What’s the last line you wrote?

I don't remember the last line I wrote, so here's a random line.

"Stick close to me". He said, motioning for her to get under. When he told her to stick close, he meant by his side. She proceeded to walk in front of him and lecture him the whole way. Akechi pulled out his phone. "I'm meeting with someone soon". -Detective Princes- published

Post a snippet from a wip.

"Why do they get worse"? Akechi's voice was muffled by Ren's shirt. He could feel Ren's heart beating. That's how he knew he wasn't dreaming. Nothing in his dreams had a heartbeat, not even him.

"You don't deserve this. I wish I could take them away from you". Ren would gladly take on Akechi's pain. Even though he had his fair share of nightmares. He'd do anything to help Akechi.

"You shouldn't burden yourself with my problems". Akechi sobbed. "I hate you seeing me like this".

"I will always help you no matter what". Ren told him, voice firm. "You do the same for me". He smoothed his hand down Akechi's back. He kissed his head. "You're my friend". Akechi was more than a friend. Ren was on the verge of falling in love with him. Maybe he'd already fallen in love and his heart was waiting for his brain to catch up. "You know you can come to me with anything. I'll drop everything to help you". He went to get up. -Comfort- unpublished

Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

The way Akechi's face glowed in the light of the convenience store at 3 AM. The way it highlighted the bags under his eyes, showed just how young he was. He always presented himself as older. Ren's heart fluttered at the sight. "You can stay with me".

Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Multiple ones

Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I try to write in order. It doesn't always work.

Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

A little bit. Mostly I just wing it.

Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?

Hand, Laptop, Tablet

Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

I like researching.

Autonomy Is Within My Reach, I was following along with two supercuts. Because I was never at the same part in my playthrough.

Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

Canon

Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

One shots are easier to write.

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

During writing.

Song lyrics, song titles, part of the story, a title I just happen to like.

Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

Beginning and ending are the hardest.

How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I write in both. I don't mind fics written entirely from one character's POV, but I always wonder what the other is thinking.

What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

Seeing the story come to life.

What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

Typing, I'm slow at typing.

How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I edit a bit while I write. The most editing I do is when I come back to the last part. I edit the stuff before, sometimes.

Do you take fic requests? Why or why not?

No, I have enough stuff to write.

How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Some, but not as much as other people do.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

I have a new fav like every fic I post.

What fic are you proudest of?

Give Me All Your Love, I didn't think I'd get a very long fic.

What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Autonomy Is Within My Reach- it took so long to write. Dark Sun, it took me almost a year. Should We Be Doing This?-lots of sex. Hearts and Flames-threesome

What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

Give Me All Your Love.

In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

Night Visits

I found out there was a ship between Ren/Joker and I wanted to try my hand at it.

In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Tell Your World

Akechi's lips were on his as soon as the curtain fell. Somehow they managed to fumble their way down the hallway. "Ren, if we don't get going we're not going to make it to our room".

Shivers ran down Ren's spine as Akechi kissed the length of his neck. "I don't mind".

Akechi glared at him. "We're not doing it in the hall".

Ren chuckled. "You're right your bed is better".

In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?

If I cut a part there's a reason why. If I like the part enough I will put it in the one-shots book.

What was the hardest part of writing [insert fic]?

Should We Be Doing This?

If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would happen in it?

I don't write sequels.

What’s a fun fact about [insert fic]?

Those Littel First Dates started out as a one-shot.

Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

Fics, not writers

Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Writing

Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Catnip, Just Like The Movies

How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

🤷‍♀️I just do.

#long post #tag game #personal

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auncyen · 4 years

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A bit of darkfic? While I have a more serious title for this wip in mind, I tend to think of it as “two assholes and a murder” (though no actual death in this snippet).

Needing to switch trains at Shibuya station anyway, Akechi contemplates entering Mementos for a few checks, only to shake his head at himself. His bike is stashed in the entrance accessed through Nagatachou station, by the Diet building. Without Morgana’s use as a vehicle, Shibuya station is no longer relevant for him. Not having to walk or bike everywhere in the Metaverse must be what he misses most about working with the Phantom Thieves, now that they’re gone.

…It must be.

Ah, he feels like a bite to eat. He heads to the Yon-Germain bakery and grabs a moist katsu bun; he’s a little surprised to see them on sale when it’s not raining, but he won’t question his luck. The slightly sweet, savory meal is a comforting indulgence, and he’s tucking into it neatly but earnestly while walking to his next train when a voice startles him.

“Yo! Akechi.”

He nearly chokes on his bun and hastily raises one gloved hand to stifle the resulting cough. Speak of the devil. His eyes fall on the small black cat threading its way to him through other station-goers’ legs while dodging at least one set of hands. If Morgana is trying to kill him by surprise, he nearly succeeded. The detective expected Morgana to attempt to ambush him in the Metaverse, where he at least has a scrap of power… yet the cat’s approaching him casually, as though nothing has happened, in the real world, where he’s nothing more than a talking nuisance.

The only advantage Morgana has here is that Akechi doesn’t want to ruin his reputation by doing something outrageous in public. "And what are you doing here?“ Akechi asks, a question that could certainly be asked rhetorically to any cat that decided to meander into a train station.

"I’ve been looking for you, obviously,” Morgana says. "I want to talk.“

To talk? Ridiculous. "You don’t really belong here,” Akechi points out. Still something one might say to any cat without expecting an answer.

Morgana’s luminous blue eyes roll up. "Let’s get out of here, then. Unless you have a train to catch?“

Akechi drops his voice. "I do, as a matter of fact.”

“Fine. See you some other time, then.”

No, that won’t do at all. Right now, with Morgana right in front of him, is the best time to take care of him. "I suppose I could catch the next train,“ Akechi says, checking the time on his phone for a second. "This better be worth my while. To Mementos, then?”

“Nah.” Morgana cocks his head at Akechi. "Until we can both be assured of each other’s intentions, let’s stay where there are other people around.“

Ah. So the cat does have some measure of self-preservation. Akechi flashes him a smile. "If I’m caught talking to a cat, other people will think poorly of me.”

“You have your phone right there! Just pretend you’re calling someone. Easy.”

That condescending attitude has always been the most obnoxious thing about Morgana. He’s just smart enough to be more intelligent than Sakamoto, and egotistical enough to think that’s some great accomplishment. Pretending to have a phone call is an obvious course of action, yet he sounds so smug for saying it.

Akechi still puts the phone to his ear and lets the last Phantom Thief lead the way out of the station. If he indulges Morgana now, the cat will be more likely to have its guard down later.

A drop of liquid hits Akechi’s sleeve as he walks out, dark on the fabric; he briefly glances up. "Rain…?“

The sky is cloudless, but Morgana flicks his tail. "So you feel it too?”

Hm. It must be a very light drizzle, then. "So, what did you want to say?“ Akechi asks in a pleasant tone. If he’s too serious, people will get curious what he’s talking about, even if they don’t realize he’s talking to the feline wandering ahead of him.

"Mementos is convenient for your real work, isn’t it?” Morgana glances back. "And don’t play dumb. It’s obvious who you are now with that fake suicide.“

Ah, Morgana’s cutting straight to the chase. But Akechi decides to bait him a little, push him off-balance. "I arranged certain events. But how do you know he didn’t decide to end things himself? Considering his position…”

Black fur bristles up, but the cat says calmly enough: “He wouldn’t have. He didn’t want to die. If he had, he wouldn’t have given up the others’ names.”

“Then you think the blame for it rests with me? If that’s so, I have to wonder why you would want to approach me. Surely you hate me?”

“Hating you won’t make me human again.”

“Oh? What a cold practicality.” In front of the Hachiko statue, too. Ah, well. The lack of loyalty just shows why dogs are preferable to cats as pets. Not that Akechi’s ever had the money and time for a pet, but lately he finds himself tempted to linger whenever he passes by a shiba inu.

“That’s some way to talk. You’re pretty cold yourself.” Morgana stops and stretches, eyeing Akechi. A second before they would come within arm’s reach, Morgana twists himself straight again and quickly pads away, putting more distance between them again. "The fact of the matter is we can help each other. You help me reach the depths of Mementos with your good reputation, and I help you take care of your less savory errands. Unless you want to keep biking everywhere. I guess some humans are obsessed with exercise.“

If Morgana knows about the bicycle, he must have been looking for Akechi on more than one occasion and found the Nagatachou entrance. The fact that Akechi didn’t found him sooner is vexing–he’s the better of them at stealth, he knows from spying on the Phantom Thieves in Madarame’s Palace, then trailing them in Okumura’s, all the while never being caught–but it can be put down to a matter of timing. Perhaps Morgana was sniffing around the Metaverse while he was busy with matters in the real world.

The offer can’t be considered, of course. It’s too large of a risk. But there is something attractive about it. "That’s a lopsided deal, isn’t it?” Akechi asks. "I might be able to make your life actually meaningful, but you can only offer me convenience.“

"Hey!” Morgana yowls, turning on him with narrowed eyes. "It isn’t just convenience I’m offering! You can’t cast Samarecarm on yourself if you need it.“

"I’ve never needed it yet.”

Morgana mutters something dark about overconfidence, but Akechi’s smile only widens. It’s an interesting prospect, for the two of them to exchange aid even now. The offer might actually be sincere–Morgana didn’t even try to deny hating him, yet the cat is so helpless, so desperate that he’ll come to the man who brought down his precious friends and ask for help. He might want to present it as an even exchange, but that’s just a balm for wounded pride.

Morgana needs him.

#writing #meme #I wanted to finish this in early december #aka when rl time would match when this takes place in game time #but alas #it was not to be #chidorinnnnn

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Take Your Time for a Vacation - A Phantom Thieves x Female!Reader - [Part 1: A Week in a Hot Springs Town of Summer Break]

Author's Note: Holy Crap I wrote this whole fanfiction while listening to the Persona 5 soundtrack and a little bit of Kiss Me Thru the Phone, but shush! That's not important right now. And, that soundtrack an interesting soundtrack. But if you guys haven't listened to it, I would recommend it.

Warning! This will contain dark themes of suicide, severe depression, very dramatic panic attacks, and implied self-harm and drug use (If you have played Persona 3, that is). I wrote this to be a much lighter and cheerful, but apperantly all I got was angst. So, sorry about that guys. If you want to skip this, sure. It's basically just how you got to the place you will be staying. So, It's nothing hugely important.

[ Introduction in case you missed it ]

[ Part 1: You Are Here! ]

[ Part 2: WIP ]

"A trip to a hot springs town in the mountains?" You asked the cheerful person on the other side of the line.

"Yeah! Come on, Summer Break starts next week and our break aligns with Akira's Summer Break and he said he wanted to spend so time with all of us!" Ann Takamaki said.

You sighed as you lifted your hand not holding the phone towards the ceiling of your room unconsciously and then dropped into your hand on your head. Which hurt a little, but was nothing compared to how hot it was in the apartment. The hand currently unused at the moment covered your eyes from the burning sun rays coming through your window. You were laying down on your bed about to take a nap after you had finished an research paper that would be due the next day, when you received a phone from Ann Takamaki.

She asked you a question about how available you would be during summer break.

You said you weren't sure due to your job and then asked why she wanted to know.

She explained that Akira proposed the idea of your whole group of friends going to a hot springs town for a week because everyone had summer break at the same time. Everyone else had accepted, even Akechi had accepted Akira's proposal, you were the last person they needed to talk to.

But, since your schedule seemed occupied by your part time job working at famous restaurant as a waitress, it would be hard convincing your boss to give you a week off because they would lose a valuable asset and the job paid really well for a student like you.

You said to Ann, getting up from your bed and standing up, "I will try my best to convince my boss to give me a week off, Ann."

"Wait, but what if your boss doesn't let you have a week off?" Ann worryingly asked.

"Then you guys can have fun without me. All I will ask is you bring me some souvenirs or take me there some time." You said, plainly. Honestly, you were tired at the time, so that was affecting your ability to think properly.

"But, Akira said he wanted everyone to come! And plus, you'd feel left out when we come back! I don't want you to feel like you aren't part of our group! It's either we all go, or we don't go at all! That's what Akira said!" Ann pouted to you.

"Alright. If Akira says it's all or nothing." You sighed. Even if Ann was lying about either all of us going or all of us don't go, this was going to be a challenge. You looked at the time, and saw you had to go to work soon.

You wouldn't be so lucky with a nap today.

So, you told Ann you needed to go. When you got there, you did ask your boss about having a week off.

He said, "A week? For what?"

You instantly knew you needed a really good excuse, and fast. "Family issues. My uncle got into the hospital for driving drunk, and someone needs to take care of my cousins. Please, sir!" You begged him.

"Family issues, huh? Alright. I will give you next week off. But that's it, you are a good worker, (Your/Name), and we do need you here because you work so well." Your boss told you.

You nodded. "Thank you."

You did work overtime mainly because you wanted to impress you boss a little bit. But after your shift was over, you went home and told Ann the news.

"Yes! So, we can go! Yay!" Ann jumped for joy over the phone. After other small talk, Ann hung up, and went into the chat room and told everyone the good news.

"That's a relief. I was scared for a moment we wouldn't make it." Yusuke typed.

"So, do we know where we are going?" Makoto asked.

"Oh! What about Kurokawa Onsen?" Ryuji asked.

"I don't think we can afford that, Ryuji." Ann pointed out.

"Then, what about local hot spring towns? Does anyone know of any?" Futuba asked.

"Well, there is one I know of." Haru answered.

"Okay, which one?" Makoto asked.

"Well, I don't remember the name of the town right now, but I do know it isn't super far from us. But, it is still far from the city." Haru stated.

"Hey, if it will get us away from the city, I will go anywhere." You commented.

"You seem a little more flexible about for this, as long as we get away from the city, huh (Y/N)?" Goro added.

"Hey, I'm getting off of work. That's a huge plus for me. I finally have more free time!" You said to Akechi, who probably knew what that was like more than anyone else in the chat room.

"Then, we will talk about it when Haru remembers there the town is, I guess." Ryuji said.

Everyone agreed to wait for Haru to remember. It was only Monday, after all.

We had time.

Akira did read the chats, which he missed because he was eating dinner with his family, but he repiled nothing back to the chatroom, since there was not much to comment about.

Haru remembered the name of the hot springs town, which was apparently was named Golden Fog and everyone agreed to go there. You all had made a plan to pick up Akira from his hometown, mainly because he said he couldn't just drive to the hot springs town by himself. So, everyone agreed to pick Akira up and all of you would drive there, since you couldn't get a plane there and you definitely couldn't just walk there. So, you guys were going to have a road trip to the hot springs town in the mountains. The day that all of you were going to leave Sibuya was fast approaching.

And soon, the Sunday before summer break had finally come upon you. This was the day that everyone agreed to to pick up Akira and go to the hot springs town.

The drive most likely would take the whole day.

But, nevertheless, the day of the road trip had come upon you. You ready for this day.

Or so you thought you were.

Nothing could have prepared you for the fun day ahead of you, even though most of it was purely because people got bored.

You had finished packing up your suitcase and then looked at the time. You had packed some food for yourself during the trip, since you had somewhat of an idea of what a whole day road trip would be like. And you realized it would be a while before everyone came to pick up, since you were the closest to the outskirts of town.

But waiting was the hardest part to do on this trip.

"'Patience is a virtue', my ass." Is what Ryuji said about situations like this. And he wasn't wrong.

You decided to distract yourself by watching TV. When you turned on the TV, a TV show you haven't watched since before high school came on. You remembered your time before even becoming a Phantom Thief, or even Shujin High School. You rememered when you were little and didn't have to worry about things like the things you do now. The feeling gave you nostalgia, but also, a little bit of pain as well. You wished you could go back then, were you didn't have to worry about all that crap you do now.

Then, you heard a knock on the door in the middle of an episode of that show.

"Coming!" You yelled as you turned off the TV in your apartment. When you answered it, there stood Ann Takamaki, who seemed very energetic today.

"(Y/N)! You ready? Come on, everyone is dying to see you and Akira! Futuba is getting impatient!" Ann smiled and grabbed one of your hands, as you grabbed your suitcase from where you hid it behind the door.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" You laughed as Ann tried to pull you out of your apartment before you could make sure everything in your house was going to be okay. After you did a check to turn everything off so your bills wouldn't go up when you weren't home, you closed and locked everything and then Ann escourted you down to the apartment parking lot. When you got down there, a familiar silver Citroën H van appeared before your eyes. It was the same sliver van that you brought Akira home in. Outside of the van standing there was Ryuji, arms crossed and had a scowl on his face. When he spotted you, he waved and his scowl changed to a smile.

"Hey, you ready to pick up Akira?" Ryuji asked you.

You nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."

You put your suitcase with everyone else's in the back of the car. In the back of the car was Haru and Futuba. Akechi was sitting next to Yusuke in the middle seat, where Ryuji got in as well. Ann sat next to Makoto, who was driving the car. You got into the backseat with Futuba and Haru, and after everyone had made the preperations to start the car, Morgana came out from the front seat and jumped back to where you were.

Morgana jumped unto your lap, "Alright. That's everyone. Let's go."

Makoto started the car, and the nine former members of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts went off to go find their leader in his home town.

But, as soon as everyone got on the toll road after getting lunch, everyone seemed tired.

Futuba and Haru fell asleep an hour after lunch was served. Yusuke said he was going to take a quick nap before he sees Akira, and Ryuji agreed to do so as well. Leaving you, Makoto, Ann, and Akechi in each other's presence.

Akechi turned to you. "Hey, Makoto doesn't look so good. Can you drive? I can if needed."

"Yes. I can drive. Hey, Makoto, Ann, do you guys want to take nap before you see Akira?" You asked the other girls in the car, leaning up against the seat you where in.

Ann nodded. "Yeah. I woke up super early because I was one of the first to be picked up by Makoto. So, I'm going to try and take a nap. Thanks, (Y/N)."

Makoto nodded in agreement.

You moved Morgana unto Futuba's lap until such time as you could put him on Ann's lap, because you didn't want him bothering you. Morgana had decided to stay on your lap for the rest of the car ride until Akira comes and Morgana, being a cat, decided to fall asleep on you as well. Makoto pulled into a gas station to check the car and see how it was doing, and to switch places with Akechi. Ann said she wanted to sit in the back with the other two girls, while Makoto didn't seem to care where she sat, as long as she could take a nap. When Makoto and Ann fell asleep, you placed Morgana on Ann's lap. Akechi went into the convenience store to get some water for himself and you incase the two of you needed it. But, you got into the driver's seat and then waited for Akechi to come back. He came back with a whole package of medium-sized water bottles. Akechi got into the shotgun seat, and after making sure you had paid for the gas, the two of you buckled your seatbelts, and drove off. While it was just you and Akechi, he brought up an interesting topic.

"Do you think it is possible that I could have been different when the two of first met?"

"What do mean by that?" You asked him, trying not taking your eyes off the road, but still smirking at Goro.

"If I was different, you think we could have been teammates? By which I mean, maybe we could have started out our own group before the Phantom Thieves of Hearts? And maybe have been a rival to the Phantom Thieves?" Akechi asked, as he put his arms and head on the dashboard looking at you.

Even though you didn't take your eyes off the road, you did let a small laugh escape you. You said to Akechi,

"Probably. I'm still not competely sure why I was suppose to find my powers, but I still did. If that truly were the case, I suppose it could have been possible. I'm not sure, Akechi. I would have prefer that then being enemies, but it is what it is."

You and Akechi did talk more about what could have happened, or what life could have been like if none of us had known each other. You know, normal teenager stuff.

While doing so, you did take note of the nice scenery, which Akechi did make comments like, "Impressive." Or "Akira is used to this scenery? I envy him." and an area of somewhat familiarity came into your view after who knows how long of other sights of wonder.

Your car had gotten closer to to your destination, and soon enough, the sliver van had pulled up the entrance of Akira's hometown.

"Here we go!" Futuba exclaimed, as she pumped her fist in the air, and hit the roof of the car. Futuba seemed to retract her arm and grumbled in pain a little. Futuba and the others woke up about the time you and Akechi started commenting on the scenery all of you saw on your way to Akira's hometown. Well, if Futuba's fist pump didn't get people's attention, then that Phantom Thief sure must love being put to sleep in battle.

"Ah. Yes, we are finally here." Yusuke agreed with Futuba.

"Yes!" Ann and Ryuji said at the same time.

"Finally!" Ann smiled.

"It is about time!" Ryuji smiled too.

"We are so close! Who is going to go pick Akira up?" Makoto asked the group.

"Well, both Akechi and (Y/N) haven't gotten their turn. And, they drove almost all the way there. So, they should do it." Ann commented.

"Yes. Let's leave it to them." Haru nodded. Everyone seemed in agreement that you and Akechi were to pick Akira up.

"Well then, let's get this over with." Akechi said to you.

You nodded.

As you pulled up to Akira's house, Akechi got out of the car and said, "Let us both go to his house in case one of us cannot talk to his family."

"Funny. Because all you have to do is charm them into finding out where their son is. You can do that, right, Detective Prince?"

Akechi laughed. "I will try my best."

The two of you walked up to Akira's house, or where you remembered it to be the last time you came here. When you knocked on the house door, a feminine voice yelled, "I'll be right there!" But the door opened right as someone had said that. A man appeared, who you had assumed to be Mr. Kurusu, and said, "Are you the people Akira mentioned was coming to pick him up?"

You nodded. "Yes. Is he home?"

The man shook his head. "No. Akira went to the store to get something."

"Is that so? I suppose it cannot be helped then." Akechi sighed.

"How do you know Akira, anyways? Did he go to your school? Or you his friends he keeps talking about?" Akira's father asked as he leaned against the doorway oh his home.

"We became friends when Akira was on probation. We went to the same school." Akechi stepped in as you going to say something.

"Alright, then-"

"Hey. You guys are earlier than I thought you would be." You heard a voice from behind you, and there stood Akira. With his cocky smile and all.

He did talk with his father for a second and then he and his father went inside. After a little while, Akira came out with his grey suitcase you remember when you went to Hawaii.

"Well, sorry for keeping you all waiting." Akira jokingly said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't be. We still have some time." Akechi said.

You nodded.

"As long as we get there tommorrow." You said as you and the boys walked to the car. As the three of you walked to the car, Akira did talk with both of you about everyone else and when the three of you got into the car, everyone greeted Akira very warmly. After all the greeting and happiness of your leader being back, Makoto asked you and Akechi,

"Are the two of you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" You answered for the two of you. Even though Akechi felt differently then you.

"I mean, everyone else in the car got a nice nap. Do you guys want one?" Ann cut in on Makoto, who was about to say the exact same thing.

"I will take you up on your offer. A nap is a good opportunity for getting energy." Akechi informed you.

You sighed. "Sure. Why not take a nap? You guys have fun." You waved at your teammates as you stretched out your arms and put your head against the window of the van. The boys were all squished in the middle seat, while the girls had plenty of space. As you stared out the window hoping to drift off into sleep, you noticed scenery of the town start to fade away, and in its place a view of mountains came in. But slowly, that scenery faded to black.

While you and Akechi about taking a nap before everyone was to meet at the town in the mountains, everyone else seemed to be bored out of their minds.

"Darn it! My computer died! Argh! Now what am I suppose to do?!" Futuba growled.

"Um, read a book?" Ann offered from the front seat.

"Akechi mentioned brought something didn't he? What did he bring is the question." Yusuke said.

"Wait, are we going to go through a sleeping person's stuff? Hell no! Who knows what he will do if we get caught!" Ryuji said.

"He won't know if we don't tell him." Akira pointed out.

"But we are driving. We are not pulling over on the side of the road." Makoto said, she had this look in her eyes she really didn't want to do that. Like, at all.

"Mona!" Futuba said. "Go to the back and get me a source of entertainment!"

"Why me?!" Morgana said.

"Because, you are smaller then us and can sneak past the sleeping (Y/N)!" Futuba said.

"Fine. But I don't expect much from either Akechi or (Y/N)." Morgana said, as he jumped back to the suitcases. When he looked at the everyone's suitcases, your suitcase was easy to open. Akechi's suitcase, however, was being guarded by Akira's, which was on top of it.

"Good news, (Y/N)'s suitcase is completely unguarded. Bad news, Akira's suitcase is covering Akechi's. Should we open (Y/N)'s first?"

"Yeah," Futuba said, leaning over the seat to watch Morgana do his work. "Why not?"

And, so, Morgana opened it.

"Clothes . . . Towels . . . Toiletries . . . Aha!" Morgana excliamed as he had found your snacks. "What is this? Maybe she's loaded with food!"

"What?!" 4/5ths of the car exclaimed. Even Makoto took her eyes off the road to look back and see Morgana had your bag of snacks. Then, realizing she took her eyes off the road, she immediately turned her focus back on the road. The rest of the car watched as Morgana open the bag. When he did, the treats you packed for yourself revealed itself to the rest of your team.

"She's got food! She has pretzels, apple and watermelon slices, a large pack of mixed nuts, and popcorn! She also has dressings to go with it! She's got cheese and chocolate!" Morgana told the rest of the van.

"Hell yeah!" Ryuji said. "We scored big time!"

"And, they didn't drink all of water bottles while they were driving! Double big time!" Ann cheered.

"Alright!" Futuba said, "Let's split the loot!"

When you and Akechi woke up, all your snacks had been completely devoured, and the water bottles where gone. They also threw away all the evidence, except the bag you brought your snacks in, of course, since it looked like it was reuseble so they put it back in.

Also when the two of you woke up, the van had arrived at the springs town. And, now you were looking for a place to park a car.

The town itself was beautiful. The mountain that looked like it was watching over the town. Below the mountains was a forest that seemed to surround the mountain, almost like a barrier in between the mountain and the town. Most of the buildings looked new, or at least modern. There were shops and places to eat scattered everywhere. But all the shops seemed to be pointing to this huge traditional castle which the group learned was actually the hotel. The hotel, looked huge compared to the rest of the buildings. It was mostly red, green, and white. There were roads, but it was more used for streets then roads since so many people were walking on it. But, thankfully one of the locals told them of a back road to the hotel with no people.

It was getting somewhat dark, and by then, almost everyone felt guilty about invading your suitcase and eating your stash, when most likely, you would have happily shared it with them if they asked. Well, everyone but Morgana and Futuba.

"Hey, (Y/N)? You awake?" You heard Haru say to you as you were half-awake. Futuba, looked over at you to see if you had woken up. At this point, all of you were getting closer to the parking lot.

You and Akechi had been sleeping for three whole hours. And only once, had you woken up because you smelled chocolate and cheese. After a small amount of panicking from the car, minus the driver Makoto, Haru and Akira were able to put you back to sleep without too much trouble.

You sat up from the window and rubbed your eyes. "Mmm . . . Yeah, I'm awake."

"Good. We're almost there." She informed you.

"Nnn . . . Is Akechi up?" You asked, looking for Akechi.

Haru shook her head. "No, the boys can't seem to wake him up. You've known him for a while, can you try?" She asked. That explains why all the boys were looking at you. When you saw Akechi, you saw Akechi still sleeping.

You nodded at everyone, as you reached your hand to Akechi and had to lean over Haru to get to where Akechi was, and then you said,

"Hey~, Hey~ Akechi. Wake the hell up before I get over there and beat your ass." You said sternly, poking Akechi's face not-so-gently, but it didn't work. The boys, minus Akechi, seemed to flinch at the way you said "beat your ass."

Plan B.

"Are you dead yet~? Heeeeeey, Death Metal~! Are you dead yet~? I'm gonna go steal all your shiiiiiit~!" You sing-songed Akechi. Then Akechi grabbed your hand, which scared the hell out of everyone watching. This was, kinda new for everyone. They knew the two of you had fought for many years, but they didn't know exactly what kind of people the two of you were once like.

"Shut the hell up," Akechi growled at you. His face of anger was enough to scare everyone watching but you. "Why you little piece of---Wait a moment. I thought he agreed not to call each other that in front of them." He protested, as he had now somewhat regained his composure in front of the other Phantom Thieves.

"Well, we tried everything else." You said, retracting your hand when Akechi let you of it.

"Ah. And that is what makes you an Airheaded Pigeon." Akechi threw back the insult he gave you years ago.

Okay, now you were pissed at Akechi. Even though normally you would stop with teasing him, it seemed like he really wanted pick to fight. Or, was that just your muscle memory speaking for you? "You wanna fight? You wanna fight me punk?"

"I would, but you're the one who started it." Akechi said. "And we both know that I'm going to be the one to beat the shit out of you."

"Hahaha! How funny! We both know I'm going to beat your ass into the ground even if you win or not!" You laughed as everyone else was starting to get concerned about the two of you.

Then, Morgana stepped in and hit the two of you on the head by jumping on the both of your heads, twice.

"Ow!" You cried as Morgana had knocked you off balance and you fell down by Haru's and Futuba's feet.

"Ow!" Akechi cried as well, as he tumbled back unto the window. Luckily, the window didn't break.

"The two of you need to chill out. We aren't here to watch the two of you destroy a town." Morgana growled at Akechi and you. Morgana didn't speak because he knew how the two of you used to fight but he said what he felt like saying. "At least try to act to mentally sound people."

Akechi and you responded nothing to that. While, Morgana jumping on your head was painful, you knew he had a point.

"Fine." Akechi said. Then, he looked down at you in concern. "Are you alright?"

"My heads hurts. But other than that, I'm little dizzy." You said, as you tried to get up by yourself, but Haru and Futuba saw you struggling to keep balance and helped you get up. Man, Morgana knew how to beat you into submission.

Makoto had found the hotel all of you were ment to be staying in. Luckily, they had a place to park a car. Everyone got out of the car, and Akechi helped you walk to where the lobby was.

The lobby was more modernized than the outside of the building. It was a mostly light brown and white room, with the front desk being black and the floor being made of tile. There was mostly windows around the lobby, but since it was getting dark lamps placed around tbe lobby had lighten up. The front desk had a single bamboo plant on the right, and with a women standing behind the desk looking absolutey bored doing paper work. There was also a huge window behind her. The lobby also had an area with four light brown couches, with a table in the center decorated with grey stones and pens and fake plants in a bowl. While to the left and right of the front desk was stairs, seeming to go up. There didn't seem to be an elevator in sight. The lobby smelled like a mix of chlorine and lavender.

Akechi and you sat down next to each other, with you sitting down and laying your head on one of the armrests of the couch for support. Morgana didn't hit you that hard, right? Makoto and Akira went up to the front desk to ask about rooms, while everyone else was in the waiting area. Either talking to one other, or not doing anything.

"Sorry about earlier, Akechi." You told him, as you put one of your hands over your forehead. "We really couldn't wake you up."

Akechi shook his head. "No. I shouldn't have pushed that much to tease you."

"Apology accepted. Where on earth is a drinking fountain?" You asked him.

"I do not know. But shouldn't we wait until Makoto and Akira are done asking about room arragements?"

"Fair enough." You said, leaning your head against the armrests. But, Morgana came up to you by sitting in your lap.

"Hey. Hey, (First/Name)! What's wrong? I didn't hit you that hard but---"

"It's not that, Morgana." You said plainly. "It's just my head. I need some space, I'm not mad, it's just my head hurts."

That, right there, was a big fat lie.

It wasn't a headache that was bothering you.

It was memories of the past trying to come back and haunt you. Something about Morgana knocking you down and sassing you must have hit you harder than you thought it would.

Memories of when you and Akechi were enemies, and Palaces of people when the two of you would fight in.

And. . . People Akechi killed that you couldn't save.

"But, you're shaking, and breathing really fast." Morgana commented. And, he was right.

It wasn't enough to notice without intensely staring at you, but you definitely were having problems.

And it was getting worse.

"Hey girls, we finally have---(Y/N)? Hey, are you okay?" Makoto asked you when she went to announce to the girls where their room was.

But, you couldn't hear the room number at all.

Everything was spinning and you couldn't hear what they were saying.

And, you didn't notice it at the time, but you were starting to cry.

"(Y/N)! Hey, what's wrong?!" Ann called to you, as you started mumbling about someone was after you. Your paranoia was already on the scene, huh?

"No . . . ! I can't die here. . . ! If I do he's gonna . . . ! Gah!" You let out a small scream, and saying other things like, "No, nonononononono! Stay away!"

"Hey, what's gonna on over there? Keep it---What the---?" The employee said as she saw you.

"What is going on here?!" Yusuke asked,

By this point, almost everyone wasn't sure what the hell was going on. That is, until Makoto said something.

"She's having a panic attack. Something must have triggered it, but whatever it was, now she's having flashbacks." Makoto explained. "We need to calm her down before we can do anything else. Can you get some wet towels or clothes ma'am?"

The employee ran to do just that, hopefully.

Makoto took you off the couch, and into the open floor next to the couches. The others rushed around you, most were unsure of what to say. Makoto had an idea of where to start.

"(Y/N)? Listen to me! You're having a panic attack!" She said.

You didn't respond. You kept crying and covering your face.

"Look! The Man in the Black Mask isn't here! You are in the real world! Look! Look around you!"

"No!" You said, moving your arms from your face to your ears. "He's, he's here! He's-he's gonna kill me!" You shook your head.

"No! It's only Akechi! The Metaverse is gone now, he can't hurt you! Look! Look around you!" Futuba said, she once had hallucinations and was trying to do what Sojiro had done for her back then.

You refused to listen to them. But, soon enough, other hotel staff came in, one of them claiming he could help, since his mother went through panic attacks as well.

The man, with help from your teammates, was able to talk you through the attack.

When you had regained your composure, basically the hotel staff didn't think it was safe for you to walk up stairs especially by yourself. So, they showed the team to an elevator and asked someone to go with you. Haru decided to go with you.

The elevator ride itself wasn't all to bad, and most the time Haru tried to keep your mind off of the Metaverse instead talking about coffee and random trivia about it Akira had shared with her. When the doors opened, there was a business man waiting in front of it, seeming a little ticked off. You and Haru were able to find the room the girls would stay in, room 330. The boys had the room across the hallway, room 329. You were on the third to the top floor of the hotel. You did ask Haru and see if you could open a door, and you were able to unlock the door without too much of an issue.

When you opened the door, you noticed the room was very spacious. The room looked more modern compared to what you had seen in flyers about hot springs rooms. When you first walked in, to your right was a closet. To the left was a kitchen, with small dining room in front of it. While next to the dining room was a TV, and a single long couch, and a long window with the curtains drawn. There was a door a few inches from the couch, which you assumed was where the bedroom was going to be.

"Wow." You said. "This is a lot bigger than I expected."

Haru nodded in agreement. "It is big, isn't it?"

"Hey Haru, how did you know about this town, anyway?" You asked Haru. It had been on your mind for a while, but you didn't get the chance to ask the question.

"My father and some of his associates loved this place. It was a small, rural town and the hotel we stayed at was pretty nice." She explained to you.

"Wait a minute, did you pay for the trip all by yourself?" You asked without thinking your thought through.

Haru looked shocked for a second and blushed, "Actually, no. Akira insisted he pay for it. Then, Makoto asked everyone else to chip in, but she forgot about asking you."

"Eh?" You now had a face of confusion as you sat down on the couch.

"Yes. Makoto didn't ask for too much from me, but she asked a decent amount from everyone."

"So, I have to find and pay her sometime during the trip, right?" You asked.

"Or whenever she remembers, she'll probably ask." Haru said.

The room got quiet as Haru sat down next to you. She opened her mouth but closed it again. She turned to you. She looked nervous.

"I'm sorry, I scared you earlier didn't I?" You said to Haru. "I didn't mean to scare everyone like that."

"It's alright. Have you always had panic attacks like that?" She asked.

And there's the question you didn't want to answer.

Because along with it, comes other questions about your past.

"No. When I was first fighting Akechi I was fine. But, we fought for years. And, slowly, things started to make itself known. Like, how I was becoming passively suicidal because I couldn't beat Akechi. I gained anxiety because I couldn't stop thinking of him or how to beat him. Akechi became the one thing I actually cared about because everything else around me was pretty much crumbling. My parents died, and none of my family cared too much for me. So, I had to get a part-time job just to pay for a place to live. And school in and of itself was pretty horrible to balance on top of all that, I had to fend for myself in a world like this. And it took a huge toll on my self-esteem amd mental health. I do remember this though: Shiho, Ann's friend who tried to commit suicide, gave me a huge wake up call. I remember the day she did. Shiho made me reconsider everything, after I had seen what was going to be my fate if I kept up what I was doing. Even though me and Akechi fought less and less, it still heavily worried me about what he was going to do next. And, I really didn't want anyone to have deal with my problem. I hadn't done anything to help everyone with Kamoshida, and I only met Akira, Ryuji, Ann and Morgana by chance." You told Haru.

"I see." Was all she could say to you. Haru seemed to be a little sympathic with you, but she just wasn't sure what to say to you.

But, luckily, she didn't have to. As the rest of the girls came in with worry written all over their faces. Namely, Ann seemed to be the most worried.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" She asked as she sat down next to you.

You smiled at Ann. To Ann, you had the exact same smile has what Shiho had when she was recovering from her suicide attempt. "I'm okay. Sorry to worry you."

She sat down next to you and leaned on you shoulder. While Ann seemed a little less worried, she seemed like she didn't want to move.

Makoto set down the luggage that they brought with them and walked right in front of you. "How long?"

"What?" You said confused. It was Makoto's turn to bombard you with questions.

"How long have you had panic attack like those?" She asked you.

"Longer than the Phantom Thieves of Hearts have been around." You answered bluntly.

"When? When did those start? You told the school you had no history of mental illnesses."

"Yeah? The school doesn't need to know everything about me. And really, since Kamoshida was around, I didn't really trust most of the staff at the time. So, I didn't find it necessary to tell the school anything." You answered. You knew you were being mean to the student counsel president, but it wasn't a lie.

"You do have a point. So, what was it like? To fight with Akechi, I mean."

"Well, I have panic attacks, so that says something about it." You made the comment to try and lighten up the mood, but that didn't work. ". . . It was the same as how you fought him in Shido's Palace. But, you saw how the two of us fought. It's like that."

"That, you call the fighting you and Akechi did normal?!" Futuba said.

"I have fought him for years, Futuba. Yes, a fight like that is normal to me." You said.

"So, you fought for so many years just like that? Because the way you fight with the Phantom Thieves is much differently." Futuba commented.

"Because I suppress most of my abilities. After all, I did need to hide my identity from Palace rulers since rumors spread fast in the Metaverse." You answered.

"Wait, if you were suppressing your powers then---" Makoto said.

"That's right. I never fought at my true strength when I was with the Phantom Thieves." You admitted.

"What?! Why?! Why not?!" Futuba growled at you. As the former navigator of the team, she was indeed angry you hide your true power from her.

"Because I'm a monster!" You yelled as you started to cry. As soon as you realized you had yelled at Futuba, you had buried your face in your hands in both shame and sorrow. At that moment, you were breaking down.

"You saw me when I fought Akechi that day! I'm not the girl you think I am! I just wanted to fix a mistake I made, but it's unfixable! I'm just as big of a monster as Akechi! I didn't want any of you to suffer because of a mistake I made!" You cried into your hands.

Now, you had broken. All those years of your hidden feelings and desires had been let free and shown to your female teammates.

But because of your true power being hidden from your group, you thought you were protecting the rest of the group of the true horrors a Persona User can do to themselves.

You had spent years using unsafe and dangerous methods to gain more power as a Persona User just to beat Akechi.

But, it seemed the more power you gained, Akechi gained equal power.

All the methods your friends had used were healthy, normal methods to gain strength. You originally used those methods, but they didn't work for you after a while. So, you turned to more dangerous methods to try and gain more power.

But, the more power you gained, the less stable you became.

But when you were given a wake up call, you realized something. Your power, unless it was suppressed or gotten rid of, would kill you. So, you choose to suppress it by using a drug used to help you suppress unwanted memories.

But, that had now failed you. Because of the most recent panic attack you had, all of your memories of the past had returned.

But what you didn't know at that time was, you had hope.

Because your former teammates now understood your hidden suffering. And, there was someone else who needed healing just like you.

You didn't understand at the time, but your broken, scarred self was on its way to be put back together by your dear friends.

Ann was the first to respond. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into her chest for a hug. While she said nothing to you at first, the message she made was clear:

I care about you, (Y/N).

Haru was the next to join in on the hug. She didn't say anything either, but she was crying, too. Even enough she didn't understand your past, she understood your pain. For, she had felt the same thing when her father died.

She felt alone, and she felt it might never be happy again.

But, now she had been proven wrong, as now, she had hope.

Futuba joined in next, and she, out of everyone else in that room, knew how you felt the most. Since, she went through something very similar in her lifetime.

Makoto joined in last. She was crying too. Though she probably didn't understand exactly what was going on, she understood a part of the pain you felt, and the feeling of how hard it was trying to let those feelings go.

Even though all of the girls spent most of the night hugging and comforting you, it had been a healing experience for you.

And so, the night fell onto the small town of Golden Fog.

After all that crying, most of the girls had fallen asleep from physical and emotional exhaustion. Not in the futons you had been given, but mainly on the floor in living room.

You were surrounded by your female teammates, all hugging one another with you in the middle of the group cuddle. Makoto and Futuba were hugging one another in their sleep on your left, while Haru was on the far right sleeping by herself. Ann had cuddled unto you, as if she was being somewhat clingy.

You woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. You untangled yourself from the mess of girls to answer the knocks. When you opened the door, there stood Akechi, in his summer outfit.

"Ah. You are awake. If I maybe a bit of a nosy person, did you happen to come with a bag of treats?" Akechi asked.

"Uh, yes, why?" You asked him.

"Akira mentioned something about them having a bag of treats, and that he would count that as dinner today. But, he seemed to not what to tell you about it." Goro said.

"He---What?!" You said. "So that's why my snacks were all gone when I checked my bag! Go figure. Then, should we get dinner then?"

"Huh?" Akechi said. He was somewhat shocked on how you took your situation so lightly. Also, because you were offering food.

"Well, Mister Detective. Do you really think just Akira was in on this? Most likely, everyone else had apart to play, too. They most likely ate when the two of us were asleep. But we haven't eaten anything. I'm offering you food." You said.

Akechi got into his normal thinking pose, with his hand on his chin and everything, and thought about your theory. And, it was probably what had happened from what Akechi could assume.

"I'll take you up on that offer, (Y/N)." Akechi said, putting his hand down from his chin.

"Then let's hurry. We don't know where any shops are, or even when they close for that matter." You said to Akechi. "Anything in particular you want? Pancakes?" You teased him.

Akechi nodded at your comment about the shops closing times, but then frowned at the pancakes offer. "Are you guys going to tease me about that? That one comment I made a long time ago?"

"At least, I will." You said. "Everyone else is up for debate."

Akechi laughed at that.

While wandering the town, you noticed they were pretty diverse. You had many options as where to eat, and the two of you decided on a sushi place. Since it seemed decent in both cost and food quality.

Or, so you thought.

They gave you sushi bigger than your fist. And they had a lot of choices for dessert. It was pretty cheap to!

Aw hell yeah! Now that's the kinda stuff I'm talking about!

Freaking they stole your snacks, but you got a whole bunch of sushi and sweets in exchange.

Now that, was a great way to start off your summer vacation!

#phantom thieves x reader #the phantom thieves #reader insert #Boi you guys thought #I stopped this series.#Nope!#I've been working on this for so long it's kinda funny #i'm actually proud of this #the next chapter I will start on the character chapters!#Probably either going to start with Morgana Haru or Makoto.#Not sure yet #But whatever happens I will try and make things a little less dark and more fun.#The introduction only got like 9 notes #If this gets more notes I will actually be both happy and confused.#also sorry mobile users!#this is long but I tried not to put it in the main tag!#So sorry!

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