Dissonant Harmony [G. Akechi x Reader]

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The world comes back into focus after spinning in reds and blacks. I'm met with the top level of Mementos, which looks like the train station I passed through everyday. The only safe place before hitting its depths.

Knowing Black Mask is down the farthest we've discovered together, I head down through to Akzeriyyuth. As soon as my fast travel drops, I'm brought face to face with the man of the hour.

His suit is kind of weird, cannot lie. It's a one piece that had slanted stripes across in purple. The edges were all frayed, and the most eye-catching piece, his black mask, extended far out at a point, with two horns sprouting from the top.

I look down at my own outfit to see a black top, dark red cargo pants, a brown leather jacket, and some black combat boots. I almost feel like a little kid standing next to him and the height difference doesn't help either.

"You're late," he chides.

"Don't you think I know that?" I retort back. Sighing, I rub my eyes and ask, "What are we doing today?"

"I have a target to take out, and you'll help me with other pesky shadows along the way. You think you can handle that?"

I nod back, hoping I don't mess up too badly this time, as if my very first time wasn't bad enough. My excuse that I had just awakened didn't really pass in his book.

As we approached the first shadow, he made me take the first mask, so I jumped from behind and tore the mask off.

In doing this, we gained the upper hand. He nods in my direction, so I go first. Analyzing the type in front of me, I recognize it has a weakness of psychokinesis. Funny enough, Black Mask cannot do much in terms of magic damage here.

That's actually been a limiting problem in this section of mementos. While my skill can commonly be used with ailments, his skills don't take him far. I'm still not a great help. We've had to rely on physical attacks a lot, which sometimes drain us quickly.

I shout aloud, calling upon my persona to start up another attack.

The attack thankfully hits, and the shadow falls to its knees; one less acidic remark my way.

"What are we doing next?" he asks, clearly knowing I'd rather negotiate with the shadow.

I give him a small nod, and crouch on the balls of my feet so they can push me in the right direction. We work in sync to finish off the shadow and my shorter knives leave deep cuts into the being.

Landing on the ground a few feet away, I watch it disappear in a cloud of grey-ish black smoke and I knew the job was done. Taking in a deep breath, I turn to Black Mask and see he already started walking off to where he figured the target would be.

"Well aren't you quite the gentleman," I mumble.

It wasn't long before his target was found. It looked to be an older man in his seventies, but there was some malevolent glint in his eyes that told me he shouldn't be messed around with.

"Are you sure about this, Pointy?" I asked.

"Of course I am," he spat back. "If this is too much for you, I can handle this on my own."

"I can handle it."

"Then why the hesitation?"

"Never mind. I must've just seen something."

He ignores my last comment and begins "negotiation" with the shadow. It's the same spiel as always. If the person doesn't chose now to comply with Black Mask's boss, then they'll be taken out. None actually take up the offer of complying, so Pointy pulls out his gun.