Save One (Nocturne/Persona 3 Crossover, Minato/Hitoshura

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Title: Save One
Author: belladonna12
Rating: PG
Word count:  461
Summary:  All bends to my will… save this one…

Warnings:  None really, ‘cept a little bit of fighting…
A/N: The boys… just didn’t want to cooperate.  And Aki and Shinji decided to reassert their dominance as my faves… stupid Fiends, stupid Wild Cards…
Disclaimer: I don’t own the ideas for Persona 3 or Nocturne, nor am I making any money off of this.
Prompt: Crossover, Persona 3/Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne, Hitoshura/Minato: marking/claiming (in an animalistic way) - you cannot command me

 

 

Save One

 

I am Naoki Hitoshura, Naoki Half Demon.  The one who will resolve this hellish world once I pick or reject all Reasons.  I am the master of this world, as Futomimi occasionally reminds me.  I shape what happens here, all bends to my will.

 

Save this one.

 

Messiah the demons call him, but he offers no Reason to any.  Human looking he remains, until he desires to fight, and then a being of white marble, bat wings stretching and coffined sword lashing appears.  A strange one travels by his side.  Orpheus, the Master of Strings.

 

And I find myself tied up by harp strings while Messiah studies me like an interesting insect.

 

“So, you are the Demi Fiend.”  His voice is soft, somehow passive despite the power I have seen him wield.  “The one who ‘commands’ us all.” Something fierce and deep and dark flutters through his eyes, a blue butterfly of death that matches his human hair.  His fingers grip my jaw line almost punishingly, and he snarls as if enraged.

 

“You cannot command me!”   He throws me back with unrestrained violence, snapping Orpheus’s strings and turning his back as if to walk away.  However, I will not permit that.  I care not for Futomimi’s warnings, Dante’s sarcastic comments, Pixie’s pleading cry.  I throw my full weight onto Messiah’s back, my hand clenching down on one of the wings, snapping it, disabling his ability to fly.

 

“And YOU do not command ME!”  I roar back before grabbing his hair, silky and rough in ironic contradiction and smashing his face into the ground.  The fight resembles a childhood wrestling match more than anything, gasps and clumsy punches and rolling around in sand.

 

Lucky for me I always cheated against Isamu too.

 

I twist and bury my teeth over the vein in his throat.  Demon, Fiend, Halfing, or Human, if I bite through, he’s finished.  And he knows it.  Messiah goes curiously still above me, and I get the impression that this is the first time anyone has dared to cheat against him.  The thought does not fill me with pride, but disgust.  Yet I mark him as mine with this bite.  He will never forget who won, who gained the right to command him.  I release the bite, and Messiah sits back, watching me.  I smirk.

 

“You belong to me now, Messiah.”  He frowns, but shrugs.

 

“Minato.”  I blink, and he shrugs again.  “It is… was… is my name.  Minato, not Messiah.  Messiah is simply what I have become.”  I understand this better then I like, but I stand, offering my hand to him.

 

“And I’m Naoki.”  He accepts the hand up, smiling a sad little half smile.

 

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Naoki-Dono.  I am your humble servant.”

 

~Fin~

 

*Sighs.*  I… this… *Fails.*  Never again…

Comments

[krile.livejournal.com]

Yeah, writing about two silent protagonists must've been hard. o_O But I really enjoyed this story, regardless! Thank you for your effort!