《Persona 6: Fanmade redone!》Chapter 30: An "old flame"
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What? He's actually...texting me?
Jumin shifted to the side and began texting back.
Jumin sighed, chuckling to himself as he felt his cheeks warm.
He would get so pissed at me for thinking this...
"Who're you talkin' to?" Kimi asked, getting uncomfortably close.
"N-no one!" He replied, trying to keep his phone away from her.
"C'MON! Lemme see!"
"Kim, please! It's not-"
"It's Saburo Etsuko." Anzu blurted out.
Jumin froze as his phone dropped to the floor of the car. "H-h-h-how did you-?!"
"I could see it in the rearview mirror as you were holding it up. You were texting Etsuko-kun."
Suki tilted her head. "Who is Etsuko-kun?"
"He's the 'bad boy' at school. Acts like a total unhinged spaz half of the time, but Jumin's got a massive crush on him." Kimi replied.
"N-NO I DON'T! He's just a friend from a while back. You remember him too, right, Isa?"
"Huh..? Y-yes. W-we, uh, used to hang out all the time. The four of us."
"All four of you? Geez, what the hell happened you guys that made you stop hanging out?" Kimi asked, digging into the popcorn bag
Anzu shrunk into her seat, Jumin fidgeted with his fingers. Isas looked back at the road, feeling uncomfortable.
"Some times people grow apart...that's just what happens." Isas replied.
Kimi rolled her eyes, knowing she obviously struck some lind of nerve.
"H-hey, let's not focus on that right now. Let's just focus on how much fun we're gonna have at the show!" Suki chimmed in.
"Yeah! This is gonna be a fun night!" Jumin said, forcing a smile.
Kimi nodded, looking down at her legs. They finally stopped. Anzu was the first to exit the car, escaping the tension she had inadvertently caused.
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Yasahiro stumbled out and threw up for the fast speeds, which Isas promptly apologize repeatedly for as Jumin laughed. Kimi and Suki brought out the soda and snacks as they made their way to the booming concert.
Isas ran up beside Jumin after helping Yasahiro with his vomiting problem.
"J-Jumin?" Isas called.
"Hey." Jumin replied.
"Hey..."
They were both quiet for a minute as they followed the others to the mosh pit.
"Did...you wanna talk?" Jumin asked.
"Ah, I...wanted to see if you were okay after-"
"You don't have to walk on egg shells around me, okay? It's not that big of a deal."
"But it is," Isas interjected, standing in front of him. Jumin could feel his heart racing as he struggled to keep his composure.
"I-Isa, please. H-he just wants to talk. I doubt it'll even be for long. He's not exactly the emotional opening up type..."
Isas nodded, lowering his head. Jumin lifted his chin up with his finger.
"You don't need to blame yourself for every little thing. What happened...was because of 'him.' Not Saburo, not because you didn't try. We all tried! My parents did, your grandparents, Anzu's dad-"
"But he still got away with hurting him!" The older boy exclaimed, now shedding tears.
Jumin shook his head, wiping away his tears with his finger. "C'mon man, don't-don't do this here, okay? This is supposed to be Anzu's night. Not ours..."
Isas nodded, quickly wiping away the rest of his falling tears, quickly walking away, but Jumin grabbed his hand.
"I'm not letting you go in alone, got it? And you especially can't let me go in alone with all my anxiety. Because I will freak out. And I will cry."
That got a chuckle out of him.
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"There's that dopey smile that I love. Now, we are going to hang out and give Anzu the time of her life, okay?"
Isas nodded as Jumin pulled him closer to the music.
'Just relax...forget about it right now and...relax...'
Anzu quickly walked pass the two and grabbed Suki by the hand, pulling her into a corridor by themselves.
"Wha-Anzu, what's up?" She asked, still surprised by the sudden grab.
"Sorry, sorry, I wanted to talk to you alone and...I wasn't sure how much longer it could be so...here we are." She explained.
"Okay, what's the matter?"
Anzu crossed her arms, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I...just realized I never thanked you personally for saving my life. I know I wasn't the easiest to cure...I wasn't...sure that this would work...The only thing I was ever sure about is that my journey would end in my death...but now, because of you, clawing your way back into my black little heart, I finally see that...I can go the distance. There are a million paths ahead that I can choose that won't end so quickly...and it's all because of you."
Suki smiled, pulling Anzu in for a hug. "You don't have to thank me. You saved yourself. You are standing here because you decided to take the bull by the horns and save yourself."
Anzu smirked. "I wouldn't say that but...still...thanks for everything."
Suki smiled, feeling Anzu's trust resonate within her.
"....!"
The two girls broke from the hug, sharing an awkward chuckle.
"We...we should get going. Concert's about to start soon."
"Ah, yeah! Be right there!"
Anzu nodded as she headed off on her own. Suki was about to follow when she fell someone shove into her. They didn't stop to apologize and just continued walking.
"Hey! You-!"
She bit her tongue as the person turned around, her heart leaping into her throat.
It could have just been the strobe lights in the dark night, or maybe her eyes playing tricks on her, but...the girl in front of her, the slightly taller girl who was the exact same age as her, looked exactly like her.
The white hair that was black at the roots, the way it was styled, those piercing green eyes. Even she could see it.
"Wha...what?"
"Yo! Suk! You coming!?" Kimi's voice boomed.
The strange girl quickly left as Kimi entered the hallway.
"Suki, you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost..."
"S-something like that....yeah..."
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