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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

#day 7 #best day #worst day

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#day 6 #past #future

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AkiRen Week Day 3 Part 1: First Day

This is so short orz

for @akirenweek day 3

It had been, an interesting last few weeks. The yelling, the handcuffs, the yelling, the gavel, the yelling… And now here he was on his way into a city bigger than he’d ever been to before. He’d heard horror stories of Tokyo from tv and what few adults in his life actually spoke to him without sounding exasperated that he was taking up their valuable time. At least it was just for a year. If he kept his head down, he could go home and pray to whatever Gods may or may not be listening that he’d still actually have a home when he got there.

As it stood, Ren only had a few hours train ride to figure out exactly how he was going to handle an entire year away from everything familiar to him. He had long since decided that he was going to try and be as unassuming as possible, but it wasn’t as though there wouldn’t be anyone who knew about his past. After all, both the school and whoever this Sakura Sojiro guy was knew about his record and what had happened.

What the court said happened, anyway.

Honestly, that whole damn night still filled his chest with a smoldering anger that had never properly faded away, even in the wake of the fear and shock of being arrested for something he hadn’t even done. Then again, being punished for things that weren’t his fault seemed to be something of a recurring theme in his life. After all, if you ask his parents, everything is his fault.

Something about the train ride had managed to put him to sleep, still thinking about how exactly he wound up here. When the announcement came over the PA system for Shibuya he jerked awake, looking out the nearest window in something akin to awe mixed with shock. It…hadn’t really hit him just how different this place would be from what he was used to. The sheer amount of people surrounding him was intense. The din of the trains, the concessions, the passengers, the PA system…it was deafening.

Looking at his phone and trying to tune everything out was only working so much. It wasn’t until he made it out into Shibuya Square that everything changed. Ren wasn’t quite used to seeing things. The silence caught him first, and then the lack of movement. Then there was the fiery shape with eyes and a grin that felt…familiar? Comfortable? Whatever the case it was gone in a flash and everything resumed as normal.

Well…

This was going to be one Hell of a year, he could already tell.

#day 3 #first day

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Salty

Ren’s been working too hard. Ann’s determined to find out why. Time management is never easy, but it’s especially hard when you’re trying to keep secrets from your friends, too.

“Sorry, I’ve got a shift at the flower shop today.” Ann looked disappointed, but not surprised. After all, she’d caught him while he was wearing the uniform and apron, on his way to the shop. “Oh, okay. We’ll hang out some other time!” Ren nodded; he’d really like to hang out with her again soon. Summer vacation was not supposed to be this busy. At least his friends were understanding. But Ann was still looking at him, twirling one pigtail lazily around a finger. “Hey…Ren, everything’s okay, right?” “Hm?” Did he look stressed? Maybe it was time to visit the bathhouse for a medicinal soak. Or maybe not. It’d be a splurge right now. “Of course.” “You’ve been working a lot of shifts recently…the beef bowl shop, the flower shop here, the convenience store, the airsoft shop, and you’re helping Boss out at Leblanc, too, right? I thought we get pretty good money in Mementos, but we’re still coming up short, aren’t we?”

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AkiRen Week Day 3 Part 2: Last Day

I have feelings okay

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So much had happened. The arrest, the Phantom Thieves, Mementos… It didn’t really feel like it had been a whole year, and yet it felt like it had been so much longer. Everything had changed, hadn’t it? Ren certainly had. He wasn’t the quiet, reserved kid who had left Kansai last April anymore. And as he watched the road stretch out ahead of him and his friends in their battered old van, he couldn’t help but smile.

It had been years since he had actually smiled like this and meant it. It felt nice. He had told them all he was going home, and at the time, that had been the plan. But talking to them all, listening to Sojiro…he had come up with another way. He just-…hadn’t said anything yet. Perhaps it was simply his flair for the dramatic, but he wanted to see the looks on the other’s faces when he faced down his parents.

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#day 5 #at the top #at the bottom

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Heading to the rooftop to meet with Haru had taken on an edge of thrill since he’d been pronounced a dead man. If anyone saw him when he was supposed to be back in his hometown, the rumor mill of Shujin would quickly grind him up, picking apart what he’d been doing and why he was there until Akechi was sure to catch wind and kill him a second time. Morgana had suggested he arrange to meet with Haru somewhere else, and Haru had eagerly agreed, but why would Ren put her out like that? He knew she loved her gardening, and her gardening had become vital to the Phantom Thieves’ efforts. He wouldn’t take her away from it and inconvenience her. Besides, sneaking through the school had become fun. Tapping into his thief’s sight to watch where the gazes of patrolling shadows–students–swept, the world narrowing down to his destination and the threats between him and it, the experience was like he was waltzing through Kamoshida’s palace again. He was good at keeping out of sight now, it was easy, with just enough of the dagger’s edge of danger to sharpen his mind after another dull day of being trapped in the cafe’s attic. He was at the top of his game. He reached the top of the stairwell and smirked. Another successful trip. He went to open the door to the roof, already a tiny bit ajar. “…I don’t know if I’m the best person to talk about this kind of sh–stuff, Haru,” a loud voice said, carrying through the door. Ryuji. It sounded like something sensitive, and Ren was wondering if he should announce his presence or simply leave to give them privacy when the next bit caught his ear. “I mean, I will, he’s my best friend, but.” A sharp sigh. “I thought I got him, and then all this shit happened.” It sounded like they were talking about him. Ren neither went through the door nor moved away from it. He drew closer and turned his ear toward the open crack.

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Scavenger Hunt

Ren’s last day with his friends was spent talking and laughing, taking photos and wandering down the winding streets of his hometown with his friends, showing them the very few sights it had to offer. Makoto, by his side, was making a list whenever they paused in their meandering journey, because they were also brainstorming. Ren had wanted to come back to his family, he wanted to give his parents one more chance and be with his younger sister for one last year before going to Tokyo for college, but he didn’t have any illusions that coming back to the hometown that had turned its back on him would be easy. And his friends knew he did best when he was given a chance to keep busy. So they were making a scavenger hunt out of Inaba. In between bright chatter and laughter and Ann and Ryuji playfully jostling each other around, people would call out things they’d spotted and found curious, or ideas they had for activities, and Makoto would put it on the list. The absolute first suggestion, the most obvious one, had been for Ren to pick up a part-time job. Beneath that bullet point were at least ten possible jobs they’d either seen advertised or thought might be open, though Ren wasn’t to apply to any today when he had friends to hang out with instead (and had been firmly told that he should limit himself to just one, no more juggling half a dozen jobs). Makoto had starred the ones he was most interested in and crossed off the one or two he’d shot down. He’d looked at Haru with disbelief when she’d suggested looking into the clubs at school, knowing full well what sort of reputation he’d have there, but she’d gently pointed out that his record was now clear and he should at least give it a chance. He’d always enjoyed helping her garden, and he’d always been intrigued by the girl keeping Shujin’s newspaper club alive, hadn’t he? A smaller club with open-minded members might give him a warmer welcome than he expected. With that kind of reasoning and Haru’s cheerful smile, he found he was gradually becoming more and more intrigued by the idea. Yasogami High did have a small newspaper club his first year, he was pretty sure, and if it was still around and would have him, it might be interesting to put the tips he’d picked up from Ichiko Ohya to good use. It’d be a handy excuse to be poking his nose into things.

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