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SMT: The Reason	By : Kakashifan727 Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Shin Megami Tensei, Darksiders, DMC, VP, Fate/Stay Night or Rise of the Guardians franchises. They belong to Atlus, THQ, Capcom, Square Enix/Tri Ace, Type Moon and Dreamworks respectively. I am maki

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A/N: Sorry guys, I keep forgetting to update and RL is keeping me busy. Plus, I've been addicted to Devil Survivor series to get all endings. Trying to work on characterization here, don't want a bland Sue, even though the real MC could be thought of as one. I guess I am projecting some of my feelings while playing the game, but not much. Just trying to create a genuine human reaction instead of blank slate SMT char. Besides, this can be thought of as AR if you hate the idea; Vortex World can probably do that.
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I look at the bottle and small snack bar again, hunger reminding me that I need food. I haven't eaten in at least a few hours, or maybe half a day, and my body is wrecked from the fever and from fighting these past couple hours. Still...I think, as I glance at the white haired man sitting across from me, I don't know if I can trust him. He still hasn't introduced himself, even though we haven't had much time to talk, and I find that kind of rude. Aren't people supposed to introduce themselves before anything else? Well, the situation we're in isn't exactly normal so it isn't that big of a deal. I look at the odd smelling drink and take a small sip, the cold liquid going down my throat refreshing. Looking at the small fairy on my lap, I wonder if I should give her some. I'm afraid to even though she looks like she needs it. What if it kills her? I wait a couple minutes, wanting to see if anything bad would happen, but nothing does. Sighing, I gently measure out a small portion of the liquid, being careful to not give her too much. It's hard to maneuver the stuff into her tiny mouth and I spill some on my legs. It's sticky and smells funny, but at least I helped the poor Pixie out. My 'partner' looks at me, a smirk on his thin face.
“I told you, I'm here to help. Wouldn't do any good to kill you now that I've found you,” he says causing me to frown.
“You say that, but...” I sigh, setting the open bottle down and putting a hand to my forehead. It feels quite warm, even to me. My vision isn't much better either, as every time I turn my head I feel a sick sensation in my stomach. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, before picking the bottle back up and drinking heartily from it. What else can I do? It'd be dumb to make the situation worse by not eating, even if I don't fully trust this guy yet. It tastes pretty good, and I feel some strength coming back, but the fever and blurred vision are still there. Damn bastard...who turned the world into this wasteland? Why did I survive this shit? I just wanted to live a normal life. I didn't ask for this; I was just going to the hospital to find my sick teacher! I bite into the snack bar, noisily crunching on it.
I want to spit it out; it tastes weird and the texture is different from what I'm used to. I'd rather have a rice ball or takoyaki...I shouldn't waste it though, since it's a gift from that guy. Eating half the bar, I wrap it back up and put it in my pants pocket. It's almost like it has no weight, since I don't feel it in my pants pocket like I usually would. I can see the candelabra shining in my pocket, its dark black flames burning gently. There's no shadows coming from the light generated by the candle, so I reach out to touch it. Maybe there's something wrong with it. The small holder is cool to the touch, even though the light is coming from the candles only a couple inches away. This is no ordinary candelabra, though I figured as much since it came from a demon. As long as it's not broken, I don't care that much. I need to find the rest. The man who gave me this body, this power, wants all of them back in his collection. I'll help him as much as I can, in order to repay the debt I owe him. This power has already saved me twice, and possibly even a third time.
“Hey,” the white haired man calls out. I turn my head to find him staring at me, a worried expression painting his features.
“What? I was just...thinking,” I respond, telling the truth. He nods, not doubting my sincerity.
“You really should eat and get your strength back. The curse inflicted on you will tire you out quickly if you aren't careful. Plus, your body isn't used to its new power. It will take quite a while for you to adjust, and I can't guarantee I'll be with you for everything.” He responds, and I look at him for a few seconds. I really don't feel that well and my mood is far from happy. Feeling another stab of pain through my body, I grunt as I bend over from the ache. That damn worm is corrupting my central nervous system; I can feel it wiggling around as it tries to integrate itself into my brain without killing me. The pain in my head is intense and I worry that I might black out again as my vision momentarily blackens. It only lasts for a few seconds, the flashes of light behind my eyelids increasing in number and pace.
As the pain subsides I feel a hand on my shoulder. He's touching me again and I really don't like it. Looks like he actually does care, if only for the sake of getting his job done. That at least makes me feel a fraction better, though I am still wary of him. Wiggling out of his touch, I just stare at the odd foreigner for a few seconds. He is sitting right next to me now, having moved from his former position. Maybe he knows what is going on with my body. He can probably give me more information about that odd blue thing I dug up from Forenus' corpse as well. I know its a Magatama, like the thing He gave me that turned me into a demon, but it feels and looks slightly different. It felt ice cold when I touched it, and had a blue coloration and smaller size than the one in my body right now.
Thinking back to that incident in the hospital, watching one of my comrades die right before my eyes...If I was stronger I could have killed him on my own. Then no one would have had to get hurt because of me. Feeling wetness on my face, I realize I've been crying this whole time. Wiping the salty streaks from my cheeks, I narrow my eyes as I stare into his blue ones. He should be able to answer at least a few of my questions.
“How do you know anything about this?” I ask, slightly confused. He never explained anything about his employer, or the fact that he is some type of demon. He seems to know a lot more than he lets on. Maybe he's hiding something from me. Probably 'for my own good' or some lame excuse like that. No way I'll let that excuse slide. The man grins, crossing his legs one over the other.
“You're probably confused, right? I think I can help with that, at least,” he jokes. I frown, not finding it very funny. He sighs, running one of his hands through his hair.
“Sorry. Wanted to lighten the mood. You seem so gloomy. Being turned into a demon must be tough; I have no idea what to say. Plus, that Magatama can't be taken out since it has probably infected your whole body by now. If you tried to remove it, the thing's so dependent on your body to live it would just kill you. Sorry to say this, but you're probably going to be stuck that way for as long as you live,”
“Really? I know the Old Man's servant explained about what happened to me, but I didn't fully comprehend it...Damn!” I swear, my body feeling tired and hot again. Waves of heat pulse through me, my muscles aching and reminding me that I should be resting. I will after we have this chat; if I can even get to sleep, that is. The food and drink did help much, though I still feel tired and slightly hungry. Still...how does he know about any of that? Even if he is special, or a demon, he shouldn't know about Magatama. What do I know? This stuff could be common knowledge and I am just dumb; or he's smarter than most people.
“How do you know about this stuff? Who are you, exactly? We haven't introduced ourselves, you know,” I comment, causing him to chuckle. He finds it funny...True, we aren't exactly in the best situation to be doing this. It'd make me feel better to know who I'm 'working with' here. He sighs, cupping his chin with one of his gloved hands.
“The name's Dante. I hunt demons; at least ones that actively attack and hurt people. Sometimes I go after crazy occultists and others who wish to use the power of demons on innocent people. Usually people come to me with their problems; I run a kind of detective agency for supernatural causes. Other times I take normal jobs like looking for lost items or missing people. Sometimes you can't have the luxury of doing what you want every time. That's also why I came to Japan; I was hired for a job. Can't explain it to you though, since I don't know much myself. Sorry,” he jokes, a small smile painting his face. I smile back, feeling a bit better and also curious. Demon hunting is a real job? They existed before the world changed? I had no idea...and probably most normal people didn't either. What kind of life has this guy lived?
“Damn, that's...pretty insane. Couldn't imagine killing these...things for a living. I'm Naoki. I was just a regular Japanese high school student before this shit started. Normal family, normal life, you know the drill...This is just so fucked up! I can't believe the world has changed so much. I don't really know what to do or what to feel about all of this...” I mutter, looking down at my legs and the small Pixie. She's still sleeping soundly, not making a noise, and it's kind of cute. I don't want her to get hurt anymore; maybe after we catch up with her friends we can part ways...I don't want her involved in this.
“It's not so bad being a demon in a human's body. I was born a half-demon and half-human, and I knew I could do things most normal humans couldn't by the time I was five. I'm used to being different, but to have a change like this forced upon you without your consent...” He mutters, his voice so low I can barely hear him at the end there. Is he trying to comfort me? I didn't ask for his life story. Still, at least I understand why I was afraid of him before. I knew he couldn't be human; that hair color, sense of power he emanated and skills with the blade was something no human could do. I nod, the poor Pixie laying on my legs shifting and whimpering. I stare at her, wondering if I should give her more of the potion. Then again I need to save it for when I need it, and I doubt this guy will always be around to give me free handouts. I should have tried opening some of those containers in the hospital; but I was afraid to because of the demons roaming around and more concerned with getting out alive. Next time I won't forget about those pink cubes, though I wonder how he was able to carry one around with him. Maybe magic or something? Who knows...
“What are you going to tell me next, that all of my friends are dead?” I scoff, feeling angry at myself and this whole damn thing. I don't really know why I'm so angry; but screaming at something-anything-makes it feel so much better. I feel like shit, the world's gone to hell, and everything I cared about is either dead or no longer exists. Now I just learned that I'm going to be a glowing, green tattooed freak for the rest of my life, if I can even figure out how to survive without this guy. After I finally was able to get my license too, even though I can't drive. I'd be able to get away from my parents and go wherever I wanted. I love them, but being trapped with them twenty-four seven gets grating after awhile. That's normal, isn't it? I am just a kid. I don't want to be babysat by this guy...even if he was 'hired' to help me out.
“Nah...Nothing like that,” He mutters, his voice once again taking on that quiet tone. He stops looking at me for a second, his head shifting to the side. It made me feel uncomfortable. Did I say something wrong? He turns his attention back to me again, running a gloved hand through his white locks.
“I had felt human presences while walking around...but that was some time ago. I don't remember seeing anything though. Besides, they could just be demons.” He explains, making me feel more worried than before. 'Had felt?' That was no good, dammit! I can't fault him though; he was probably more worried about something else.
“Well, that's better than dead...I bet that pompous bastard is still alive...” I say, thinking back to the odd man I met in the hospital before all this happened. What was his name? Hazama? Hibiki? Tch, I don't remember...but I do know he tried to summon a demon. That was before the world turned to shit too. He's gotta be strong, or at least able to summon powerful allies. Fuck that guy; I have more important things to worry about. That occult reporter said it would be best for me to get to Ikebukuro...In order to do that I'd have to go through Shibuya and then Ginza. If this is still Shinjuku province then that's quite a way to walk. I highly doubt any of the subways or other methods of transportation are working. I still can't believe...is the whole of Japan like this? The whole world? All of it a desolate wasteland, devoid of life and sustenance? I can't...I don't want to think about it.
“Pompous bastard? Who are you talking about?”
“Some guy I met in the hospital before it was transformed. He said a lot about...a new world and a Conception...Nutcase tried to sic a demon on me, but luckily I got away. He was working with my teacher...she wasn't coerced into it, she gladly participated too. I can't remember his name though, sorry,” I explain, watching the expressions on his face change from uninterested to curious.
“Ah...that must be one of the humans I felt. His energy was pretty strong, and he definitely had a demon with him. So he's the guy that turned this world into a demon infested hell hole, eh? Interesting...” He says, the pensive look on his face turning back into a blank stare.
“Yeah...that douchebag is the reason why this world is fucked up, I think. That or he had something to do with the Gaea cult that had gotten so popular in Japan before this. Dammit...I can't wrap my head around this. So did he cause this, or was it something else entirely? Was he pressured into it by the cult or of his own free will?” I ask, mostly talking to myself here. I highly doubt the man was pressured into it. His actions at the hospital were not those of someone who was forced to do something. He clearly did it of his own will; this man wanted to destroy the old world and make a new one out of the ashes. I would have liked to think maybe he was coerced, but it seems too far fetched of an explanation. That doesn't mean I won't discard it as a possibility however. If I ever see that bastard again, I'll make sure to ask him and have my doubts assuaged.
“There's nothing that can be done about it now. Even if that man did cause the world to transform into this state, we have no known way of reversing it. I haven't met anyone who has been willing to share information either...And the things I've read about don't seem to correspond to this place. Wherever we are, this isn't the world where demons originated. It's more like a place where they all meshed together. Heh, kind of reminds me of where I live,” he explains, a small smile on his face. I nod as I think about what he just said. So we can't fix this transformed world, nor does he have any real information about this place. Shit! I figured this guy would at least have some of the answers. I guess not...though that last bit piqued my interest. This isn't the place where demons live? So it's not their home? Then why are they here? Why are there no more humans? Did something happen so the humans disappeared and demons took their place? What the hell does he mean that it's like his home? I don't get this guy...
“So...if this isn't the demon world then what the hell is it?” I ask, really confused.
“That...I'm not really sure...It seems to be a circular space. That Kagatsuchi thing is at the center, similar to the sun, I guess...And it gives off an odd power; I'm sure you've felt that when you got outside.” He explains, and I nod. That bright blue sphere was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic-like. I wonder what it does? I don't think it acts like our own sun; since it doesn't seem to emit any real light aside from that odd glow. Maybe? I could be wrong, but I'll go with this for now. So he doesn't know much either...Again. I have to find my own answers. That's fine...but not right now. I feel so tired and I doubt I could get anywhere in this state. Where the hell are we supposed to go, anyway? He hasn't told me that yet. Well, no time like the present.
“Where are we going? You mentioned something about fixing this goddamned curse? And hopefully it can help whatever is happening to my fairy friend here,” I comment, causing the white haired man to nod.
“Right. Sorry, I forgot to mention it. Honestly didn't expect to find you in such a messed up state. Hey, it's better than dead,” Dante laughs, causing me to frown. The dude thinks this is funny. Is there some cultural thing I'm not getting here? He likes joking around, even though the tone is quite serious. Maybe it's a foreigner thing...or just him. It's probably the latter.
“We're going to Yoyogi Park; there's a Fountain that has healing properties there. It should heal your curse and make you feel better. It's not too far from here, thankfully.” The guy says, making me feel a bit better. At least we have a destination instead of wandering around. Wait a sec...that's where this Pixie told me she wanted to go. She had friends there, I think. The poor thing won't make it, not like this. She seems worse than before; her body is slightly blue in tint, the lines covering it getting thicker and darker. They almost remind me of veins. Or blood vessels, maybe? I'm no science expert. She's still shaking and trembling...and I don't know if it's just me but she feels cold to the touch. Could she already be dead? No. I don't want to think about it.
“You seem to know more about demons than I do...any idea what's happening to my little friend here?” I ask, showing him the limp Pixie in my hand. I'm scared to give her up, but he could probably do more for her than I can right now. He gently tucks the small sprite onto his palm, and brings her closer to his face. I feel chills down my spine. Why? He's a good guy; he wouldn't do anything...
“Hmm...The poor thing's so small, it's kind of adorable. I can feel the energy in her body changing and weaving. Her body is slowly changing to something else...I think she is going to become stronger from this...transformation. No, that's not it. I guess it would be more like an evolution of sorts,” he explains, confusing me. She's evolving? Like humans did eons ago? Why? Does it hurt? Will it kill her? I have no idea what's going on, and his short explanation didn't help me. How can he feel energy? I can't do it, but then again I'm much weaker than he is.
“Evolving? Like into another species?”
“Almost. But not quite. She's merely changing form. Her current body isn't enough to contain the energy inside it. It needs a bigger container, else it would be wasted. Therefore her body is changing in order to suit its needs. The Pixie is adapting to changing conditions in its internal environment. Did she absorb lots of Magatsuhi?” He asks, and I shrug. I have no idea. Is that the red stuff that is floating in the air above our heads? The same stuff that comes out of dead demons, that isn't blood? Whatever that stuff is, my body started changing and getting stronger after absorbing it. I wonder if it's the same for the Pixie. She's a lot smaller than me, so she probably can't hold as much Magatsuhi. That makes sense.
“I dunno...maybe? She's gonna be fine is what you're telling me, right?” I ask, the man responding by smiling at me. His teeth are white and clean, quite unlike my own that are covered in blood and dirt. I must look horrible...how can he stand being around me? Don't I smell? Well, if he doesn't care then fine.
“Yeah, don't worry about her. She just needs to sleep. Like someone else here,” He hints, smirking a little. I sigh and frown, crossing my arms over my chest. Don't talk down to me, goddammit! I hate that shit; just because I'm only sixteen...My reaction causes him to chuckle, and I don't find that funny at all. What the hell is up with this guy?
“You...what the hell is with you? How can you laugh like that at a time like this?” I start yelling, my voice getting louder almost subconsciously. I don't mean to be a jerk, but how can he be so nonchalant about this? The world is fucked, the human race is probably extinct, and he's making jokes like nothing's happened!
“Calm down. There's no reason to lose your temper so easily. You just...reminded me of someone I knew, that's all,” the demon hunter says, my eyes narrowing as I remember that fucking hospital. All of those corpses...strewn out around the floor, the blood flowing like tiny trickles underneath my feet. The smell of rotting meat, the sounds of chewing and gnashing of teeth...I can't get it out of my head. I feel my hands ball into fists at my sides, darkness all around me. I must have closed my eyes. I don't know when I did. Opening them I notice that I've started crying again, and I see him looking at me. I don't want your pity. I have to learn to grow eventually...I won't always have people around to help me with my problems. So don't look at me like that.
“What? I'm fine...” I lie, my cheeks turning a slight pink. I never was good at lying. I was taught to always tell the truth. Sometimes lying is good though, like right now. He doesn't need to waste energy worrying about me. I can handle my own problems...but not this. It just won't go away. It's like it won't let me forget.
“Stop it. Something's bothering you, isn't it? This whole situation must be hard. To be thrust into something like this, after living a normal life for so long...” He says, being patient with me as I wipe my tears with the back of my hand.
“I don't want...to think about it anymore...I woke up in the morgue. The fucking morgue! There were dead bodies everywhere...and it smelled so horrible. Demons attacked me quite a few times. Then I found Pixie and we teamed up. She taught me to negotiate with demons...and one of them almost killed me...Then it died fighting the boss of the hospital. I...I was so angry I went insane. Rage made everything kind of go red, I screamed and clawed it to death. I think...I can still feel it's blood and guts underneath my nails. That's where I found this...” I stop telling my story, digging that blue Magatama and also that Candelabra out of my pants. I give him the Magatama, holding the other thing for later. He just stares at me, ignoring the Magatama in his hand.
“Anyone would be freaked out by something like that. No wonder you're so shaken up...” He says, causing me to blush again. His concern makes me feel better, and I'd really like to cry and let it all out. I can't. I have to be strong.
“It won't leave me alone. Every time I close my eyes, it's there. I don't think it will go away,” I comment, setting the Candelabra down next to me. No need to be holding it right now.
“If you want to cry, that's fine. I'm not going to judge you,” He comments, and I feel funny. I've already cried enough today. I feel like such a spineless weakling. Dammit, this is getting annoying.
“I'm fine. Do you know anything about that blue Magatama?” I ask, trying to divert the subject of the conversation. I want to get as far away from that hospital as possible, physically and mentally. He examines it for a few minutes, turning it around and poking and prodding the thing. It doesn't really respond and just lays there, twitching every so often. The thing looks like a worm, with a soft underbelly and a hard shell. It has two small front claws, similar to a crab and a tiny mouth with fangs. It's some kind of parasite. I can understand that much, seeing as it's feeding on my body even now. The pain has thankfully died down by now, but I feel hotter and more tired than I did before. I want to sleep.
“It's a type of parasite; a cursed spirit of some sort. At least that's what people are told to believe. This particular one seems to harness the power of ice, judging by the feeling and energy it is giving off. I think I know how you can harness it's power, however...Are you sure you want to try using it? It might hurt you a lot,” Dante explains, and I shake my head.
“No. Not yet...maybe after getting some sleep first. It'll probably be easier if I have more energy. Thanks though,” I say, taking the small bug-like thing back from him. I stick it back into my pocket and pick up the Candelabra again, watching the flames move back and forth. There isn't much wind, so they shouldn't be swaying so easily, yet...Crazy magic candle. He stares at it for a second, then takes out that cube again. He pulls out his own Candelabra; this one having black flames with a similar property. What the hell?
“Did you get that from an old, blond man in a wheelchair?” I ask, my thoughts swirling around in my head. What is that old guy planning? What do these stupid things mean? That young kid and the old man have to be the same guy, or something similar. The old lady with him is the same, no matter what he looks like. His power feels the same too, so that has to be it.
“Yeah...you too, huh?” The demon hunter remarks, taking my candle and comparing it to his. They are the same exact size and shape; the only difference is the color of the flames. Interesting...
“I feel I have to do it. He gave me the Magatama before this happened. I might not like it, but this power has saved my life...I have to repay him somehow, and this shouldn't be too hard,” I comment, causing Dante to frown. He looks at me worriedly and I wonder if I said something wrong again. He puts his own candle away, handing me mine.
“Is that so? That old guy is my client, and if he knows about you...” He cuts off, his face scrunching up as he tries to think. I'm not surprised about it; after seeing that candelabra I had a feeling this would be the case. What is going on? We have no real clues besides the candles...
“I have no idea what he's planning. This whole situation is odd...I'm getting too tired to think about this any more. Sorry, but I'm gonna try to sleep,” I say, causing Dante to nod. He smiles at me, patting my head and rustling my hair a little. Jerk, stop coddling me.
“Alright. Good night. Don't worry about waking up, I'll take care of it. You need your rest,” The white haired hunter says, and I mutter a quick thanks before trying to move into a more comfortable position. I don't want to crush the Pixie next to me, so I gently put her closer to Dante before laying down and closing my eyes. I can still see the light shining through my eyelids, and it takes a while before my mind stops going over our discussions. I have a new ally now, and we've learned a bit about this world. Even though we still don't have any clear ideas, we have a destination and that's better than nothing. We can figure out more things as we go along from here.
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