they're just shadows searching for light

[flightpen]

CONTENT WARNINGS: character death, character being eaten


Ren's been here for weeks now, wandering Tokyo like a ghost, poking his head cautiously through doors into other places. The people are... well, anyway, most of them treat him better than he deserves. He can talk to them, and they can see him no matter how he feels. It's good. It should be good. But no matter how hard Ren tries to put on a brave face for Akechi, he's so worried all the time.

It's just, whenever Ren walks the streets of Tokyo, he can't help but think of what's beneath him. Akechi's Shadow, everything that was torn out of him, anger and betrayal and seething hatred. Hatred of Ren. Ren deserves it, he brought it on himself, he's the reason that Shadow even exists, but he can't—he can't just let it stay there, unacknowledged. He can't ignore it. He ignored Akechi once before, and look what happened.

The Shadow is dangerous, people have said. Deadly. But Ren has all his Personas again, the ones that were meant to take on Maruki; there's a chance he'll survive. And even if he doesn't, even if he dies... no one can honestly say that would be a great loss. And he'll have died showing Akechi, all of Akechi, that he matters enough to take the risk. Because he does matter. More than anything.

Still, he doesn't want to leave the Akechi in the real world without a word. Just in case it does go wrong. So he sits through an afternoon with Akechi, quiet and distracted, and when the time comes for him to leave and find food (or at least that's what he says), he turns back at the door of Akechi's apartment.

"Hey, um. Can I tell you something?"

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[fogbornphantom]

Wrong answer.

Crow stomps closer, looming over the Shadow. He grabs him by the front of that scarf, glaring into his eyes. "Where is he?"

There's so much fire in his voice, it's uncharacteristic. Crow can already suspect what happened. He just hopes that he's wrong.

[pheasantboy]

He goes. Why bother to do anything else? Looking up into his own face, sick and distorted, he starts to laugh.

"He's mine now. Mine forever. I won."

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[fogbornphantom]

Those clawed fingers curl tightly around that scarf. Crow's hand quivers. A sharp, pained gasp escapes as the realization sets in.

He was too slow. Too late.

Sparrow trusted him... and it wasn't enough.

He wasn't enough.

It's just like—

His mother's lifeless form, dangling, swaying, limp. Never again would she answer his calls. Never again would she smile, never again would she—

"No!"

Saki Konishi, consumed by long nails, claws, teeth, Shadows, writhing, screaming, utterly devoured, and he could only watch as the tears flowed and flowed and flowed...

Until they ran completely dry.

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[fogbornphantom]

Without even thinking, Crow throws the Shadow at the terminal. It won't change anything. It won't fix anything.

It doesn't matter.

He does it anyway.

"You will pay for this."

[pheasantboy]

He doesn't fight, just flies across the room to impact on the terminal with a dull thud, pooling on the ground for a moment before he's again staring up with a dull hope, quickly quenched.

"You won't kill me. I've been trying to get you all to do it for months." Or rather, to kill "Sparrow", his ego, and close the book once and for all.

[fogbornphantom]

Laughter slips out of him, unsteady and raw. "Whoever said I planned to kill you?" And still, Crow steps closer. "You honestly believed this would bring you happiness? I saw those tears. You got nothing out of this."

His grip on his saber tightens. He stands there, as if he could strike at any time.

[pheasantboy]

He stares blankly at the incongrous blue sabre, then back to the furious eyes behind the black mask. There's still no sign that he will fight; the tearstains cleared when he lost his form as he hit the ground.

"I thought you were going to make me pay," he says, flat and lifeless. "If you meant you were going to give me therapy, then perhaps I'll fight you after all."

He does not move an inch.

[fogbornphantom]

Crow's hands shake. His back arches. Normally he's more composed. More rational.

Now?

Now he's rushing in, pouncing at the Shadow again. Even without intent to kill, nobody ever said he couldn't blow off some steam.

[pheasantboy]

And he doesn't move at all. The blows hurt, metal claws tear at the Shadow-stuff he's made of, but he just lies there, feeling the warmth and the loss and the absence of hunger, for the first time in so long.

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[unfoggedlotus]

Yeah. Like hell is Ren just watching this happen.

"ARSENE! MEGIDOLAON!"

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[unfoggedlotus]

The spell rips through the not-air of the Metaverse, crackling power echoing through the halls with a vicious bite. The ball of condensed spell energy slams down between the two Akechis and detonates, throwing the two apart from each other.

"Listen up, bastard." The instant after it detonates, Ren swoops down, grabbing his Goro. "I don't know and I don't give a FUCK what's happened with you and your fucking shitbag of a Ren. Drag my Goro into it again, and I'll make the self-made hell you're burning in hotter than the goddamn Sun. Goho-M!"

Less than a moment after he's said those words and smashed the little ball in his glove, they're back in reality, Ren clinging onto his boyfriend tight.

[pheasantboy]

Unfair, the Shadow decides, rolling over to lick his wounds, and cradle the memory of Ren inside him. Like he's responsible for the shit his ego pulls.

[fogbornphantom]

It happened too fast for Goro to react until they both ended up back in the real world, back at the station, back near Sparrow, no doubt. All the heat, all the anger, the raw fury that was ready to burst...

Fizzles out.

Crow falls to the ground as the weight of the circumstances hits him with the weight of an entire mountain.

Tears well in his eyes and he pounds the ground. "Why?!"

[unfoggedlotus]

Ren goes down with him. It's not even a question, wrapping his boyfriend up tight. "Actions have consequences. You can't protect people from them," he says, grim.

[pheasantboy]

And, in the background, wringing his hands, Sparrow has got up from his bench and is watching them.

He doesn't come over, not at once. Every part of him is full of dread.

[fogbornphantom]

He can hear Sparrow moving. Everything is spinning. The tears won't stop. It's his fault. It's his fault.

"...I'm sorry," he practically chokes out. "I wasn't—I didn't—"

Damn it. He strikes the ground again.

"...I was too late..."

[unfoggedlotus]

It doesn't take an Akechi-level genius to figure out what's happened here. Ren lets out a shaky breath and fumbles with his phone to text Magpie.

"He's dead," he informs Sparrow, unflinching. "Your Ren is dead." And he might've taken my Goro with him.

[pheasantboy]

It's like the words punch into his heart and smash it into the wall; he gasps like he's been winded. Everything around him fades from view.

"Oh. I see." His hand goes to his stomach. Any cruelty in other-Ren's words has passed him by. Sounding lost, he repeats himself. "I see."

[fogbornphantom]

"It's my fault..." Yeah, the tears aren't stopping. Crow can't control his sobs. "If I'd just— I could have been faster. I just..."

What can he even say? What can he even do?

He feels so small.

[unfoggedlotus]

"It isn't. You didn't make his decision for him," Ren says, holding his boyfriend tighter. "People making decisions for others is why they're in this mess." Slowly, Ren stands up, helping Goro stand, too. He lets out a big sigh, words going gentle. "Let's go home, ok?"

[pheasantboy]

But Akechi is still standing there, alone, twisting his hands. Dead. How does he begin to understand that?

[fogbornphantom]

"...Igor." Crow tries to get back up, tries to regain some grounding. "We should... We need to talk to Igor. He'll know..."

Something. Won't he?

Can't he do anything? He brought them all here. Turned Magpie and the other Ren into children.

He has to...

[unfoggedlotus]

"We'll go through the Velvet Room on our way home," Ren promises, rubbing his boyfriend's sides.

And. Well.

He looks at Sparrow.

Fuck him. But also.

Ugh. Doing right thing sucks.

"Come with us," he grunts.

[pheasantboy]

Snapped out of his own little world, Sparrow blinks down at Ren as if he's been slapped. "What?"

What is he going to do? What happened? What if... what if...?

[fogbornphantom]

"...You shouldn't have to be alone." Sighing heavily, Crow almost limps toward the general direction of the Velvet Room door, which is...

Oh.

There's one right there. Perhaps Igor knew they needed it now more than ever.

What are they going to do?