I started writing a Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor 2 fanfic, but I feel that it's so private and terrible, I'm not gonna post it. Plus, it's in my creative writing notebook.
This is my second fanfiction, but my first real story. The other one was an experiment.
Feel free to post any nasty comments you want. Haters gotta hate and I need to upgrade my writing skills. I know. Unrelated to each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil Survivor 2 or Shin Megami Tensei. Sadly.
-A line break because when I tried it before, it didn't work-
The world changed. It was dark. The few strong and intelligent benefitted while the many weak and foolish suffered. At the center was a tower that intimidated the rest of the city. Only the elite were gathered there.
Hiro looked at the realm through a window from within the tower. He only wanted to save the world. Did he really intend for it to so… destroyed? Disheveled? Uneven? He wasn't sure what to make of it or how to define it. Not enough words to describe it either. How did it become like this?
"Having second thoughts, Hiro?" asked Yamato. He leaned on the doorway with a slightly concerned expression on his face.
"I don't know. Maybe," said Hiro.
"You don't have to worry about them. This is the way the world should be." Yamato approached Hiro until he stood just behind the older boy. He looked through the window, his features blank.
"I know. I just can't help but feel I brought this misery upon them." The black-haired youth stalked away from the window and slumped into the closest furniture in the room, which was a leather sofa.
"This isn't like you, Hiro." The silverette stepped away from the frame and footed toward in front of the eighteen year old. He knelt down, took Hiro's hands into his own and squeezed. "I know you want to protect everyone, but people have to experience reality at one point."
Someone knocked on the door frame. It was Makoto. She cradled several files with her left arm and wore a serious expression, as usual.
"Chief, the meeting's about to start," she said.
"Alright," said Yamato. The woman nodded and disappeared into the hallway. The younger boy turned to the older one. He lifted his gloved right hand and caressed the black-haired boy's cheek. His other hand rubbed into the back of the other's hand. "It's okay to talk your problems over with me. I'll be around if you need me."
Yamato stood up from the ground. He walked toward the door and down the hallway. Hiro buried his face in his hands, trying to push the guilt back. Next time, maybe he would go talk to him.
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There you have it, folks. Hope you like it.