Warning: Persona 5 spoilers
Explanation: So like, I completed Persona 5 with the true ending last night and I really wanted to do something that was actually a decent contribution to the fandom, however my drawing skill had completely gone kaput and I was lacking inspiration for anything else. Then later on I got inspiration for a fanfiction type thing where Akira/protag actually had a reaction to Akechiâs death rather than having just shrugged it off with a âoh well, letâs goâ attitude, because, honestly, I absolutely despised how they delta with Akechiâs death (but also âcause I absolutely love Akechi and am utter trash for Akeshu), so have this angst fic-thingie that I wrote sometime around midnight.
Title: The True Face of a Trickster
Nothing had ever terrified the members of the Phantom Thieves more than that moment.
It was supposed to just be the normal routine: enter the palace, secure a route to the treasure, defeat the palace ownerâs shadow form, steal the treasure, escape. Thatâs all it damn well shouldâve been, but it wasnât. There shouldâve been nothing that scarred them emotionally to the point where they broke, any of them, at all, but there was. And to be honest, it terrified them.
Though, sure, there were things that happened after it that scared them all.
Morgana was scared by how heâd wake up in the middle of every night screaming the way he did then.
Ryuji was scared by how he just simply lacked the motivation to even get out of bed some days, let alone train on others.
Ann was scared by how he just wouldnât eat regardless of how many of his favourite foods sheâd buy him.
Yusuke was scared by the way that his eyes just seemed to lose all their life, and how he just seemed to stare into space, lacking passion towards anything.
Makoto was scared by the way his face would occasionally flash back and forth between a blank slate and the one that had scarred their memories that day.
Futaba was scared by the fact that she knew the only time he smiled now was when he was looking at the photos of them together on his phone.
Haru was scared by the way sheâd often turn to see him staring longingly at the fenced off edges of the roof when they were gardening.
Hell, even Sojiro was scared by how he could taste the god damn pain and resentment in the coffee he brewed.
But nothing had ever terrified the members of the Phantom Thieves more than that moment.
They had just received the item they needed from 'The Cleanerâ, or rather, his shadow form that had materialized from Shidoâs cognition, that was it, they had the last item they needed to gain access to the treasure, they could finally take a breather, thatâs what they thought at least. They were just about to leave that damned boiler room when suddenly Akechi justâŠdropped down out of no where. They didnât notice how happy Akira was to see him, they didnât notice how desperately he tried to reason with Akechi, nor did they notice how hurt he looked with every venomous word that came out of Akechiâs god damn mouth. But they did notice when he held back during battle. They did notice how he tried his best not to hurt Akechi, how he continued to desperately reason with him.
That should have been the warning point.
They noticed everything after that. The way that he became defensive upon the appearance of Shidoâs shadow cognition of Akechi, the way he tensed when the shadow pointed the gun at the real Akechiâs head and how he stepped forward when the shadow said someone could take his place. They noticed how calm he looked when the real Akechi held up his gun, aiming at Akiraâs head, and the way that calm face immediately fell to painful realization right before Akechi pulled the trigger. The way his eyes widened as the bullet just barely skimmed his cheek and collided with the emergency lockdown button on the wall just a few feet behind them, how he weakly raised his arm as the gate came down from the ceiling and sealed them off.
They remember the way the colour in his face drained as the gunshots went off, and how he stood motionless for 10 seconds, just staring wide eyed at the gate in front of them.
And they remember how he lost his composure, the way he suddenly charged and rammed his body against the steel gate so hard that if they werenât in the metaverse he wouldâve broken his arm, they remember how he slammed his fists against the gate, the way he screamed and cried Akechiâs name and so many vulgar phrases and threats until his voice went hoarse. They remember how they couldnât even move a muscle to do anything, all they could do was watch.
Nothing had ever terrified the members of the Phantom Thieves more than that moment.
Because in that momentâŠthey lost their leader.