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FIC: Sustain [Devil Maker: Tokyo – Contractor (F) / Lemure (Mature)]
Title: Sustain
Fandom: Devil Maker: Tokyo (DMT)
Pairing: Contractor (F) / Lemure
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 036 – Consequences
Word Count: 995
Summary: Escaping from the Darkness can carry a price.
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Notes: Lemure is called Lemur in the game. That translation is not correct, and I have changed it here. Also, there are many Contractors in the DMT universe. Referring to the Contractor refers to the one from the main story, but listing a character as Contractor (M) or Contractor (F) is meant to imply one of the others in the same universe.
* * * *
Harajuku. According to the experts, it had been cleared of about 90% of the Darkness that had enshrouded it. Unfortunately for Reiko, she had become lost in the 10% that had not yet been cleared, and all six of the Devils in her party had already been defeated, leaving her all but defenseless. If she encountered another enemy, she stood a good chance of dying in any number of bad ways. She had two hopes, one of them being the exit to the world outside the Darkness, the other being a rescue team, assuming she had been gone long enough for the other Contractors to notice.
Footsteps. Reiko paused, her eyes automatically darting to all of the shadows around her. A Devil – a Devil of the Darkness, uncontracted, uncontrolled, and full of rage – could emerge from any one of them, no matter its size. But the Devil that did appear emerged in front of her, walking down the street towards her – a Lemure, she noted, a spirit of the dead that had either escaped from the afterlife ... or had not been permitted access. At first glance, she seemed like a normal girl, about the same age as Reiko, but dressed in a loose-fitting school uniform that seemed old-fashioned, out of place.
"Hello," the Lemure said, smiling, seeming friendly, almost human. After all, she had been a human, once. But her voice had a hollowness to it, like a song missing one of its most important notes, and her eyes – yellow, not a human color at all – had a flatness to them that might have seemed corpse-like if she did not move. Nothing about her could be trusted, and yet, if she was willing to communicate, then she might be willing to listen to reason. If not, Reiko had very little hope that her all-too-human strength had any chance against anger – against hunger – tempered by the Darkness.
"H-Hello," Reiko replied, offering a polite bow. "It's good to see a friendly face here." So hard to keep her voice from shaking. "I'm lost, and I'm trying to get back to the train station. Do you ... know the way?" The Lemure tilted her head to one side, as if listening not only to Reiko, but to voices only she could hear. "I, um – I'm sorry. I don't mean to impose, but you're the first person I've met here who hasn't been, um ... dangerous." No point in sugarcoating that, perhaps. The Lemure had full awareness of where she was, and of what she was. No doubt she had seen several Contractors there.
"I can lead you there," she said, still smiling, "but the Darkness grows thin so close to the human world. My own strength may not be enough." The gleam in her eyes became sinister. "And you are full of Light. I can't accept that as payment. There are ... other things you can give me." Reiko shivered in spite of herself. She had met more than one colleague who had emerged from the Darkness missing pieces of themselves, both of body and of soul. "But you remind me of my best friend, so I promise not to ask too much." She folded her hands in front of her. "Does that sound like a good deal?"
"Your b-best friend?" Because Lemures did have memories of their prior lives, though they might not be complete. "All right, then. We can ... talk about it. Please lead the way." And the Lemure bowed before squinting at the shadows and offering Reiko her hand. Reiko hesitated for a second, but she accepted it, the chill of contact racing up her arm and directly to her spine. The chill of the dead. But there did not seem to be any harm, only discomfort, and she allowed the Lemure to lead her through the shadows, following narrow paths that she could never have spotted on her own.
Almost before she realized it, they reached the edge of the Darkness, and she could see the train station as a vague outline on the other side, but the Lemure said, "Here you are. It's time for me to turn back." Time for payment, the statement implied, and Reiko felt herself tense up. "All I want is a kiss – a little drink of your life force." She stood face-to-face with Reiko, only half-smiling, almost seeming shy. "Because the only kiss I had in life was from my best friend. She laughed it off and thought it was funny, but ... I didn't think it was funny at all." A regret? Not unusual for the dead, perhaps.
"All right," Reiko said, "but ... not too much. Please." She hoped that warning might be heeded. The taste of human life was intoxicating for most Devils, and could drive them into a frenzy, ending in them drinking a person dry. But the Lemure nodded once, understanding, before leaning forward to begin. As expected, her lips had a deep, unnatural cold to them, and Reiko immediately felt dizzy, but she did not back down. She even rested her hands on the hips of her partaker to keep steady, feeling herself starting to ebb, little by little. But the Lemure released her before she took too much.
"Thank you, Contractor," she said, her voice acquiring a texture and vibrance that had not been there before. "That should keep me from slipping a little while longer." Her face turned sad. "But the next time you see me, I might be more ... like the others. You know." Hostile. Destructive. Full of the Darkness. "You ... really do remind me of my best friend. I wonder what happened to her?" Her voice softened. "I wonder ... how long ago that even was? Oh, well." A last smile as she turned to go back into the shadows. "Goodbye, Reiko. Be a little more careful the next time, all right?" And she was gone.
Reiko felt unexpectedly sad as she headed for the station.
END.
Fandom: Devil Maker: Tokyo (DMT)
Pairing: Contractor (F) / Lemure
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 036 – Consequences
Word Count: 995
Summary: Escaping from the Darkness can carry a price.
* * * *
Notes: Lemure is called Lemur in the game. That translation is not correct, and I have changed it here. Also, there are many Contractors in the DMT universe. Referring to the Contractor refers to the one from the main story, but listing a character as Contractor (M) or Contractor (F) is meant to imply one of the others in the same universe.
* * * *
Harajuku. According to the experts, it had been cleared of about 90% of the Darkness that had enshrouded it. Unfortunately for Reiko, she had become lost in the 10% that had not yet been cleared, and all six of the Devils in her party had already been defeated, leaving her all but defenseless. If she encountered another enemy, she stood a good chance of dying in any number of bad ways. She had two hopes, one of them being the exit to the world outside the Darkness, the other being a rescue team, assuming she had been gone long enough for the other Contractors to notice.
Footsteps. Reiko paused, her eyes automatically darting to all of the shadows around her. A Devil – a Devil of the Darkness, uncontracted, uncontrolled, and full of rage – could emerge from any one of them, no matter its size. But the Devil that did appear emerged in front of her, walking down the street towards her – a Lemure, she noted, a spirit of the dead that had either escaped from the afterlife ... or had not been permitted access. At first glance, she seemed like a normal girl, about the same age as Reiko, but dressed in a loose-fitting school uniform that seemed old-fashioned, out of place.
"Hello," the Lemure said, smiling, seeming friendly, almost human. After all, she had been a human, once. But her voice had a hollowness to it, like a song missing one of its most important notes, and her eyes – yellow, not a human color at all – had a flatness to them that might have seemed corpse-like if she did not move. Nothing about her could be trusted, and yet, if she was willing to communicate, then she might be willing to listen to reason. If not, Reiko had very little hope that her all-too-human strength had any chance against anger – against hunger – tempered by the Darkness.
"H-Hello," Reiko replied, offering a polite bow. "It's good to see a friendly face here." So hard to keep her voice from shaking. "I'm lost, and I'm trying to get back to the train station. Do you ... know the way?" The Lemure tilted her head to one side, as if listening not only to Reiko, but to voices only she could hear. "I, um – I'm sorry. I don't mean to impose, but you're the first person I've met here who hasn't been, um ... dangerous." No point in sugarcoating that, perhaps. The Lemure had full awareness of where she was, and of what she was. No doubt she had seen several Contractors there.
"I can lead you there," she said, still smiling, "but the Darkness grows thin so close to the human world. My own strength may not be enough." The gleam in her eyes became sinister. "And you are full of Light. I can't accept that as payment. There are ... other things you can give me." Reiko shivered in spite of herself. She had met more than one colleague who had emerged from the Darkness missing pieces of themselves, both of body and of soul. "But you remind me of my best friend, so I promise not to ask too much." She folded her hands in front of her. "Does that sound like a good deal?"
"Your b-best friend?" Because Lemures did have memories of their prior lives, though they might not be complete. "All right, then. We can ... talk about it. Please lead the way." And the Lemure bowed before squinting at the shadows and offering Reiko her hand. Reiko hesitated for a second, but she accepted it, the chill of contact racing up her arm and directly to her spine. The chill of the dead. But there did not seem to be any harm, only discomfort, and she allowed the Lemure to lead her through the shadows, following narrow paths that she could never have spotted on her own.
Almost before she realized it, they reached the edge of the Darkness, and she could see the train station as a vague outline on the other side, but the Lemure said, "Here you are. It's time for me to turn back." Time for payment, the statement implied, and Reiko felt herself tense up. "All I want is a kiss – a little drink of your life force." She stood face-to-face with Reiko, only half-smiling, almost seeming shy. "Because the only kiss I had in life was from my best friend. She laughed it off and thought it was funny, but ... I didn't think it was funny at all." A regret? Not unusual for the dead, perhaps.
"All right," Reiko said, "but ... not too much. Please." She hoped that warning might be heeded. The taste of human life was intoxicating for most Devils, and could drive them into a frenzy, ending in them drinking a person dry. But the Lemure nodded once, understanding, before leaning forward to begin. As expected, her lips had a deep, unnatural cold to them, and Reiko immediately felt dizzy, but she did not back down. She even rested her hands on the hips of her partaker to keep steady, feeling herself starting to ebb, little by little. But the Lemure released her before she took too much.
"Thank you, Contractor," she said, her voice acquiring a texture and vibrance that had not been there before. "That should keep me from slipping a little while longer." Her face turned sad. "But the next time you see me, I might be more ... like the others. You know." Hostile. Destructive. Full of the Darkness. "You ... really do remind me of my best friend. I wonder what happened to her?" Her voice softened. "I wonder ... how long ago that even was? Oh, well." A last smile as she turned to go back into the shadows. "Goodbye, Reiko. Be a little more careful the next time, all right?" And she was gone.
Reiko felt unexpectedly sad as she headed for the station.
END.