Leviathan: A Persona 5 Goro Akechi x Amamiya Ren Original

5: At the Edge of the Razor

(Just a quick author's note before you read this! Now that the story is getting into it's main plot line, it will become very violent. This chapter is the first attest to that. I'm being careful not to add supreme amounts of detail so it won't be hard or difficult to read, but there are some definitely intense/triggering themes in this story, starting with this chapter.

Please read at you're own risk! I really don't want to upset anyone, as that's not at all the intention for this story :"3 ) 

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(Akechi's P.O.V. flashback)

I jumped down, landing hard on my feet as the blood rained down on me, soaking me in red. Each droplet sizzled on my skin, though it only remained long enough to drench me for seconds, before lighting up in fire, and disappearing.

All I could speak through my panting breaths, was a relieved:

"...I did it."

"Yes! You did it!" Morgana was already jumping off of the skyscraper, falling headlong vertically, only to crumple into a somersault and land unscathed beside me.

"Just what I'd expect from Hero!"

His praise was wasted on me. Whatever kind of long-term future I had in this business of 'taking hearts' and 'crushing personas', I wasn't the least bit impressed.

This whole charade just pushed my investigation work in the real world further and further back. Which I was not happy with, at all.

"It was nothing." I uttered quietly as the last of the blood staining my red, white and gold uniform disintegrated into thin air.

"One room down. How many more to go?"

Before Morgana could reply, a loud, incessant ringing began in my ears. Almost as if on cue, the room morphed within the blink of an eye, shifting and shaking into it's second form. The nighttime scene of Shibuya flashed in darkness, just as the walls of the second phase settled. Blackout coloured walls, so dark they almost looked like an abyss, shrunk inwards, becoming no less larger than a single floor of a Japanese home.

Dark red flooring, mixing with the waterfalls of what looked like blood that dropped from the edges of the ceiling, began spurning tidal waves of lifeforce as it leaked onto the floor, then seeped into the ground.

"What....?"

I turned to Morgana as he stood beside me, speechless at the shape and look of the second room. I felt like I was inside a painted black elevator shaft, slowly being drowned by surging red water that was filling up the cavern.

But thats when I noticed. Mona's words were being drowned out, completely overshadowed by that ringing. The high pitched sound, almost like a dog-whistle in tinny, just continued to play endlessly, masking every other sound in it's wake.

My mouth opened in surprise as I realized I couldn't hear a single thing Mona was saying.

"Fuck."

I wasn't above swearing when the need arose. And when I grabbed Mona's scarf and brought his babbling mouth close to my ear -

Still, no sound resonated.

"Cat. Can you even hear me?"

Morgana attempted to understand what I was saying, but merely frowned and shook his head.

I turned around, looking over my shoulder to survey the room. Was this really the second form of the Palace? Was the Ruler doing this on purpose, warranting any who entered unable to hear? Consuming their voices so that lack of communication would bring about their ruin?