Dissonant Harmony [G. Akechi x Reader]

yonjuuichi

random thought going through my head. . . would you guys be interested in seeing multiple endings to the 3rd semester arc? just a thought. not totally sure yet :)

There's a lot in this world that, most of the time, doesn't get said. It may have been to save tarnished feelings. More likely, it was in fear of one's own thoughts. You never imagined something like that would pass through your head, or just the sheer lack of thought put into the idea that made it so garish.

I feel as if the sight of me is locking up so much for Akechi. The fear of loss; the fear of underachievement; the fear of loneliness. I was a glass figurine he worried would fall from the top shelf.

The conversations that were once normal when he first awoke from the spell of this alternate reality had quieted. He'd put on his fake celebrity smile, the smile he knew I could look beyond, and squeeze my hand. He'd reassure me that everything would be okay.

We both knew those words were for him, not for me. I wasn't the one that had to keep going after all was said and done.

Thirteen days. Thirteen days until we fight to take back the original reality. Thirteen days until I would be nothing more than some ashes in my family grave.

There's nothing fickle about death.

Being lower than Akechi and I had ever gone before, the depths of Mementos were a sight to see. I'm sure some things have changed since the Phantom Thieves were last here fighting off "God," though. Blue-hued cables sprang from the ground and wrapped around similar black ones, acting as the only available source of light. The vast space didn't offer much to look at, but it sure did make you feel small.

"This room. . ." Haru started.

Akira nodded. "It's where we beat the Holy Grail."

"These are all more of those cables, right?" Sumire asked, referencing the ones they had found in Maruki's Palace. "They must be coming from all over Mementos and gathering in this spot. . ."

"Actually, I'd say it's the opposite," I mused, keeping my gaze upwards. "They're not gathering in Mementos, they're spreading. This is the point of origin."

"If you want to manipulate Mementos, there's nowhere better to start than the very heart of it," Morgana hummed in agreement.

Akechi scoffed. "So it intends to reach its roots from here to every corner of civilization. . . That's such a desperate move it makes me sick."

"The large one in the center is what's handing all the data from Maruki's Palace. Shall we see where it goes, Joker?"

Beyond the center of tubes, a row of escalators led to what looked like nowhere. If I hadn't already been familiar with the dynamic of Mementos, I would say that it wasn't leading anywhere, but that would make our job far too easy, or far too unachievable.

Following the only path forward, we were greeted with an almost familiar sight of Mementos, excluding the fact that everything was now white. The shadows were extremely different too. Instead of the normal hunchbacked beasts, they mimicked Maruki's slithering friends and towered way taller than their predecessors.

Their intimidating looks didn't hold up to their strength, though, and Morgana ended up ramming into most of them from behind.

"As fun as it is to just ram into those things, I don't exactly like the guts coating the windows," Morgana grumbled, running his windshield wipers for the millionth time.

I traced a finger along the window to my left. "The guts do dissipate after a little while."

"Lucky for you, we've made it to the end," Futaba announced, closing out her readings. "This is the final added level in Mementos."