ellnyx (ellnyx) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-02-28 16:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | *persona 3, author: logistika_nyx |
echo (persona 3, minato)
Title: Echo
Author: logistika_nyx
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst
Word count: 350
Prompt: Persona 3 - Minato - double dating, 'he suddenly remembers he's always hated kareoke'
Summary: It's after school. Minato can't remember being much a part of the process between breakfast and now. He has a date. Kareoke. Again.
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After Tartarus, Minato slouches back into his room. In his room, he studies until he falls apart, or asleep, whichever happens first. He wakes up still tired. Sometimes he remembers breakfast, but not what it means, he chews, swallows. With the amount of effort that takes, it would be easier to direct food straight to the toilet without becoming such an integral part of the process.
Minato makes an effort, though, he talks to people around the yawns; if they like music he likes music, if they like ramen he likes ramen. The girls and guys like the way he listens. They like the way he likes what they like. Minimal effort, maximal gain.
It's after school. Minato can't remember being much a part of the process between breakfast and now. He has a date. Kareoke. Again.
Midway through the latest rousing rendition on stage, Minato starts thinking about what's waiting on his desk, in his room. He has to study, because without the grades he's not going to get…where he wants to get in life. Tartarus is waiting too. Tartarus isn't everything, it isn't a life, but he has to deal with that too. If he doesn't there isn't going to be enough left of life to care about…things. Study. Girls. Jobs. Minato yawns. He's tired. He's so tired. He's not really got the time to stay, but he should probably hang out here for a while still, because the smiling girl who's at his shoulder likes karaoke, and she likes him, and—
Minato remembers he isn't supposed to be here. He promised – someone? – he'd be – somewhere else? He thinks.
He hasn't got the time for this. Minato really fucking hates karaoke.
Minato can't remember the girl's name, not this one, not the other one who's probably cursing his name right now, texting a friend with how much of a bastard he is. Minato can't remember the song's name,but remembrance isn't the issue here. Apathy is the killer: Minato has to care. About anything. Everything. Something. About whatever.
Doing everything is easier than trying to work out what specific something he likes.
If he could scream down his own throat, Minato thinks he would hear it echo.
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