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Title:  Russian Roulette
Author: belladonna12
Rating:  R
Word count:  266
Summary:  Will it be the loaded chamber this time?
A/N:   Um, violence and suicidal thoughts.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the ideas for SMT Nocturne or Devil May Cry, Atlus and Capcom, nor am I making any money off of this, so please don’t sue me.
Prompt:
Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Naoki/Dante: bloodplay/gunplay/risk-taking - anything to feel alive

 

 

Russian Roulette

 

“Gotta say, you’re one twisted kid.”  Ivory makes a sweet sound when she’s cocked.  Naoki prefers her to Ebony, though Dante switches them periodically to throw him off.  The barrel’s against his temple, chilled blue steel that makes him shudder in anticipation.

 

“This world twists everything.  Why should I be an exception?”  Naoki wonders what Lucifer would do if Dante’s forgotten to take the infinite ammo spell off of Ivory and ends up blowing Naoki’s brains all over the walls of the fifth kalpa.  Then again, maybe that will teach him to pick a semi-suicidal bag of teenage issues for the Hitoshura.

 

“I think you were twisted before you started, Nao-kun.”  The sound of the trigger pulling causes a barely perceptible flinch to run across Naoki’s body.  No blam, no white hot and red agony that fades to black.

 

The unloaded chamber again.  Damn.

 

“Guess God still wants this fight.”  Naoki sighs, letting his head loll back against Dante’s broad chest.  He closes his eyes rather then face that pale blue, accusing glance.  “I hate this, feeling like a cipher.  I’d do anything.  Anything to feel alive.  Real.”  Dante places his hand lightly against Naoki’s throat, feeling the pulse race in fear and uncertainty and adrenaline.

 

“Even die?’  A cold, frightening smile graces Naoki’s face.

 

“Yes.  Even die.”

 

Naoki is quite aware he’s pushing the envelope, but he’ll continue to do so.  Harder, faster, greater and greater enemies.  If Dante can’t provide the rush, there’s got to be something around that he hasn’t broken its neck forty or fifty times.  Something.  Anything.

 

Anything to feel alive.

 

~Fin~

 

Twisted little piece, ain’t it?

Date: 2008-02-16 07:47 pm (UTC)
nyxmidnight: (Old!Luci)
From: [personal profile] nyxmidnight
But... you can't play Russian Roulette with a semi-automatic like Dante's gun (as this Darwin Awardee found out the hard way). The gun will automatically fire unless it's completely unloaded, and where would the thrill be for Shu?

It would work with a revolver though.

Date: 2008-02-19 01:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emerald-embers.livejournal.com
*glee*

Oh, it IS twisted :D. And perfect; I *love*, almost more than anything else in Nocturne fic, seeing different people's interpretations of the main character purely because he is entirely down to interpretation, there's almost nothing solid and fixed about him, and your take is so interesting - that he seems to know he's in flux and hates it because it stops him feeling real and alive.

Thank you for this! :D *hugs*

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