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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Adachi_Tohru/Hanamura_Yosuke
  Character:
      Adachi_Tohru, Hanamura_Yosuke, Seta_Souji, Kuma_|_Teddie_(Persona_4),
      Satonaka_Chie, Shadow_Konishi_Saki, Mr_Hanamura, Mrs_Hanamura, Shadow
      Hanamura_Yosuke
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Trauma, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
      Divergence, Depression?
  Series:
      Part 2 of Drowning_helplessly
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-17 Updated: 2016-02-07 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4605
****** The Need For A Diversion ******
by Yamiyoru
Summary
     Yosuke finds comfort in the most unlikely person in town.
Notes
     Who doesn't like a bad boy? (In a story, perhaps.) I think Adachi
     will make a excellent yandere boyfriend.
     Disclaimer: I don't own the Persona series.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Threatened by Adachi.
Chapter 1
Yosuke awoke to the humming of a song and slowly opened his drowsy eyes to find
himself inside a car, which smelt like coffee.
Dad prefer citrus. Did he change the freshener? Car looks different too...
Something did not fit but his mind felt heavy and would not cooperate.
'Has sleepy head woken up?'
Turning sharply to the driver seat, Yosuke’s mind finally registered that this
was not his dad’s car. The last person he wanted to see was leaning lazily
against the window armrest with his lips tilted up in a mocking smile. Yosuke’s
instinct switched right into flight mode. Getting out was his only thought as
the images of his earlier encounter flooded back. Scrambling to get out, Yosuke
reached for the door but his attempt flopped as Adachi had anticipated his
reaction. Before he could much lift the door handle, he felt the weight of the
detective pressed heavily onto his back, one arm enclosing his shoulders and
went stilled with fear.
Trapped within the young detective’s arms, there was nothing he could do but
close his eyes. Wrong move as it only served to amplify the sensation of the
detective’s hand sliding slowly down his arm to his hand on the door’s handle,
sending quiet shudders to his pounding heart. Gently and effortlessly, Adachi
pried Yosuke’s fingers off the handle and locked the frozen boy in his arms
with a firm grip.
'Not so fast. That’s no way to treat the person, who drove you home, Hanamura
kun.'
The goofiness was replaced with a soft dangerous tone as Adachi pressed his
lips on the boy’s ear and whispered; the same low taunting voice that Yosuke
remembered well. It was the same voice this man had used when he pulled at his
wrists and pinned them above his head not too long ago. It was not a dream.
Being this close, Yosuke could smell the cologne mixed with the sweat of their
previous activity.
I had sex with this man.
‘After you had what you want, you just threw me away like a one night stand?
How awful and mean when you were crying while clinging to me like I was a
lifeline and swallowed me so hungrily.’
‘What do you want?’ Yosuke forced the words out of his mouth. He could not let
this man have the upper hand or he would be pushed around forever. He had
allowed it once but no more.
‘How about a second round here so this body remembers who does it belongs to?’
Yosuke gasped as he felt Adachi’s hand pushed under his shirt and slowly moved
upward. The coldness of the raven’s hand was like a snake sliding across his
front and any minute sooner, it would sank its fangs into his neck. ‘No!’
Yosuke struggled to fight back but somehow, he could not find the strength. His
limbs were strangely heavy and his mind tired from exhaustion. When Adachi bit
down hard on his shoulder, leaving his mark, a small whimper was all he could
manage.
The raven could feel the boy’s weakness and him slowly surrendering his body to
his mercy. It was a lie to take the boy here in the open but he was not about
to let his prey go this easily either, not before pushing him near the edge of
a lava pool and scaring him a bit. Pulling Yosuke’s trembling hands inward into
a deep embrace, he muttered with a low chuckle, ‘If you still haven’t notice,
we’re right outside your house. Let me lower the window for you. Go ahead and
scream or shout. Make a scene. I’m sure your parents and neighbours would love
the sight. Your dad is the manager of Junes, isn’t it? Or that’s what the
stupid town folks think when in reality, he holds a more important position in
the enterprise. I wonder what would happen if the company finds out?’ and
Yosuke froze at the mention of his parents.
The company would most likely not take kindly on the matter. They would fire
his dad on the spot for rumours like this and rumours spiral out of control
fast in this small town. No. Please, no. His parents had sacrificed enough
coming down here for him. He could not let that happen to his parents. Why’s he
always screwing things up? Why?
Maybe I’m just useless like what they said…
‘The same goes for you.’ The voice remained soft but the tone was unexpected;
not controlled anger and venom when most are threatened but a tone he was
pretty familiar with. The head that had hung low from his taunts lifted and the
fear in the brown orbs had disappeared.
This boy, who was still shaking few minutes ago, seemed to be gone and replaced
with something else. As they sat there, staring at each other, Yosuke took the
move to lean in with his lips parting. Pushing his tongue out to lick Adachi’s
lower lip in one swift movement, the older man, still thinking Yosuke was a
docile doll, flinched when the 'toy' clamped his teeth down with enough
strength to break the skin next. It did not stop there as Yosuke licked and
sucked at the blood that was slowly oozing out. The whole time he held his gaze
with Adachi, challenge obvious in his eyes. After what seemed like a full
minute, the brunette finally pulled away with a calculative grin. ‘The same
goes for you, Officer.'
This boy does have another side. Good! This is getting fun!
Bringing out his buried darker side was what intrigued him to break this boy.
Amused and satisfied, Adachi praised the younger with a chuckle and rewarded
him by releasing his hold, ‘You’re right. That’s why I will be watching you.
You're smarter than you let on so you should know what does best for everyone.
That’s enough for today and you probably need to sleep. You seem to be having a
fever.’ Climbing back into his driver seat, Adachi unlocked the door for Yosuke
to get out. The moment the door was slammed shut, Adachi drove off, leaving a
disheveled Yosuke at the side of the road.
It was only when Adachi’s car finally turned the corner, then Yosuke felt safe
to move towards his house.
Once inside, he headed straight to the bathroom. He had to clean all the places
that man had touched. Turning the shower on to the fullest, Yosuke scrubbed his
skin harshly. He only stopped when the skin had turned red and stung from the
rough scrubbing. Even so, he still felt dirty and threw the sponge hard at the
floor. It was not enough.
Using the wall to support himself with one hand, Yosuke reached behind with his
other hand and inserted his fingers into the hole where that man had taken him
raw. Pushing in, he began rubbing the sides to remove the drying semen; a
reminder that he had indeed whored himself to Adachi. At the sudden intrusion,
the muscles tensed and squeezed the fingers to push them out, the same way when
Adachi prepped him. It was a strange sensation and he felt nausea at first but
as the fingers scissored to open out his inside, the rejection lessened and he
consciously relaxed. It was not long for him to start panting, his hips bucking
into the older man’s fingers, hungrily swallowing the digits like what Adachi
said.
Ignoring how sensitive the muscles were, he inserted more fingers and dug as
deeply as he could remember Adachi pushing himself in, brushing against the
same spot that had him arching upwards into the older man’s hand that was
stroking him. The pain mixing with pleasure as Adachi’s heated shaft repeatedly
rubbed against his prostate. His fingers falling into the same rhythm as Adachi
rocked his hips faster and faster, bringing him to his climax as he released
onto the white bathroom tiles. As his orgasm faded, Yosuke realised that he had
gotten off a second time that night with Adachi in mind. His body remembered
how it responded to the detective’s touches, the heat, and the pleasure. The
truth was he enjoyed it. Adachi did not rape him, he had willingly spread his
legs for the older man. No longer able to hold his emotions in, Yosuke sat down
heavily, his tears mixing with the water beating down from the shower head.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     There comes a time when you have to choose between two. The nicest
     person to you may not be what you need. The truth may not be what you
     want either.
     I don't own Persona.
Chapter Notes
     My friend tells me this pairing won't happen. Oh really? This is how
     it goes.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 2
Hanamura Yosuke dislikes it when people tell him to listen and for one good
reason; hardly anyone does the same for him. However, standing here alone in
the stairway, needing the wall to keep himself upright and for the dizzy spell
to pass, Yosuke dreaded not listening to his mother this morning to stay home.
The water from the shower had long gone cold when he was woken up by Teddie
banging on the bathroom door. After staying up all night, worrying the brunette
had gotten himself kidnapped into the TV, Teddie was excited to see Yosuke was
finally back safely. Yosuke knew he ought to be thankful for one more person
was genuinely concerned about his well-being but he was too tired to care.
Walking past Teddie and rather ungratefully, the tired brunette blocked out the
questions of where he was last night and headed for their room. Somehow, his
parents managed to sleep through the noise. Relieved he need not have to deal
with more questioning, Yosuke climbed into bed in a wobbly manner, feeling
numbed and cold.
Catching only a few hours of sleep, his alarm announced he needed to get up for
school and reluctantly left the warmth of the blanket. Once out, a gripping
cold air rushed at him that had his goosebumps standing, then sneezing and
lastly, pulling a second layer over that did little. Other than the chilly
temperature, Yosuke had no appetite. Sitting at the table, the brunette stared
at the plate and stabbed his breakfast with a fork repeatedly, prompting his
dad to raise an eyebrow over the newspapers.
Don’t nag at me. Too early for that.
Fortunately, his dad did not press about table manners and went back to reading
headlines.
Good!
Passing it off as fatigue from lack of sleep and ignoring how weirdly freezing
it was even with a thick jacket in late Spring, the brunette continued his
assault and switched target from the egg to the bread, spreading and coating it
in rich egg yolk.
Teddie, please shut up for one second.
Yosuke slightly grimaced at the boy in question, whose ‘ahh’ and ‘ooh’ over the
telly shopping program, were making his headache worse. Contrary to his wish
and like any other day, Teddie quickly bombarded them with more questions.
Usually, it is him, who entertains the enthusiastic blondie but since waking
up, he had no mood for it.
Leaving only his mother to answer the questions half-heartedly, Yosuke pushed
the plate towards Teddie, which at this point, his mother had turned her
attention fully on him and suggested he stays home, looking pale and out of it.
This created another exaggerated reaction from Teddie, who probably watched
some medical drama, wanted to play doctor and almost dragged him up to bed.
On another day, he would skip school without hesitation but not today with
Teddie at home. Having to handle all that crazy energy was one thing but
Teddie’s presence only reminded him of his dungeon; the twisted shopping street
painted in gloomy red and black. Why did he have to dig out the truth? He
should have taken the news of Saki senpai’s death as a simple murder case and
left it as it was. Living a fool’s lie would have been so much easier and
happier.
The afternoon Saki Senpai’s body was found, he asked Souji to help him find the
truth. With Teddie’s nose, it led them right to the murder site and it was the
Konishi’s liqueur store in the middle of the street. Searching the store for
clues, they found the torn tickets and Saki’s broken shadow. Seeing the shadow,
Teddie explained to them that Saki Senpai had indeed fallen victim to her own
shadow and described how he knew.
The fog in the TV world has a certain property, which makes the trapped human’s
emotions unravel and the least wanted emotions warped into their doppelgänger;
accompanied with associated memories. They will confront each other and if the
human reject the other, they will lose their life force fast because they have
consented to the other being a separate entity while giving away a part of
their soul. The doppelgänger detached and deprived of regard, seeking to take
over as a whole, will take the obvious option to destroy the other. Weakened,
the human will be murdered effortlessly and tossed out.
Little does the doppelgänger know that without the main body, it is only one of
a half. Gradually, it loses the remaining weaker emotions, clinging only to the
strongest one at the point of separation, becoming almost an empty shell
lacking in form. It would eventually join the rest and wander aimlessly in this
world. They were considered lucky that Shadow Saki was still in its human form.
It might still be able to give them answers with most of the remaining memories
and emotions intact.
Approaching the shadow cautiously, Souji attempted to ask who was the main
antagonist and it responded by attacking Yosuke, who was behind Souji. With a
strangling hold on Yosuke’s neck, ‘Saki’ was hissing angrily that it was all
Yosuke’s fault. The shadow was too strong for Yosuke to shake off and he knew
at that moment this was not Saki anymore. He would have become the third victim
if Souji did not strike the shadow down with the golf club. He almost cried
watching ‘Saki’ vanished into nothing but he was occupied with its words that
it was his fault she died. Even in its last moment, it was still repeating the
same three words.
It’s you.
Saki's murderer was never him but he did just killed what was left of her.
Overwhelmed by undeserving guilt, his control slipped, giving his shadow a
chance to manifest. Yosuke did not want Souji to know how little self-
confidence he has or how much he wants someone, anyone to acknowledge his
effort and made the same stupid mistake. He denied what is part of him and
almost killed Souji. Not fully aware of his persona’s power and distracted for
Yosuke’s safety, the huge mutated frog had the upper hand, knocking Souji down
and proceeded to crush unconscious Souji under its feet. Luckily, Teddie leapt
in to pull Souji out of the way in time. On the floor, Yosuke watched
helplessly at the back of his other self as it cornered Souji and Teddie into
the wall, the barrels of rice wine blocking their escape on either side.
It’s my fault!
That’s right. It has always been your fault. You hate this dump but it’s also
you who brought the whole family here. You enjoy screwing things up and have
people clean it up for you. Admit it, you are as useless as they all say. Even
now, you are leading these two to their death.
Turning around, the shadow changed back into its human form, giving Yosuke a
grin with one of its hand choking Teddie. The other had flung Souji aside,
landing the greyed hair boy heavily beside the brunette. It was ugly. He was
ugly. When did he allow himself to turn this hideous?
Clutching Souji’s shirt and pulling himself over his friend, Yosuke sobbed for
how weak he was for rejecting himself and that he caused all this. ‘I’m sorry,
Souji. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.’
The next thing he knew was a light flashed behind him. He woke up groggily to
the sensation of Souji’s warm hand cupping his face and holding his head
upright to assess the injuries. Souji had propped him in a sitting position
against the wall and taking in his surrounding, he could vaguely see they were
still in the store but his shadow was gone. They were safe.
Noticing the bruise that is forming on Souji’s face and the cut lips where his
shadow had struck, Yosuke burst into tears. Teddie had explained to them how
shadows kill and still, he did exactly what he should not. He almost killed
them. Pulling Yosuke into a strong hug, Souji told Yosuke that it was Yosuke
who saved them. At the last minute, Yosuke had accepted the shadow, weakening
the shadow and giving him the chance to use his persona. They would have died
if Yosuke was not brave enough to admit his own weaknesses and accepted them.
‘You shielded me, Yosuke. Thank you.’
Looking towards Teddie, the blondie nodded. Souji was speaking the truth. For
the first time in a long time, someone thanked him. Maybe, this time he could
set things right.
The joy was short lived as a few days later, Adachi brought him into the
station for their investigation. When Adachi presented the movie tickets, it
felt like he was back in the TV world and Saki was sitting opposite, blaming
him for her death. The older man’s hands on his back snapped Yosuke back to
reality but he did not realise he was being laid onto the floor as Saki
appeared again.
Saki was glaring at him and asking him why he was allowed to live his life when
she could not, to mould away into the side of Adachi’s head. Adachi had taken
his clothes off and biting down hard onto his bare shoulder. He wanted to push
Adachi away to see Saki’s feet beside them. She towered over them and reminded
Yosuke constantly she was dead. She bent down closer with her hands out
stretched. Was she going to strangle him again? Was that how she died?
She disappeared once more at the pain of Adachi’s fingers stretching him
eagerly. Gasping silently at the sensation, Yosuke remembered to breathe.
Spreading his legs, Adachi slammed in without a care if it was too fast or it
was hurting the brunette. Adachi was purposely making it painful but Yosuke
allowed it. With his sight blurring up with tears from pain, Yosuke let the
older man did whatever he wanted with his body as it kept him sane and pushed
the phantom at bay.
He needed the pain yesterday night but now he blames Adachi for it that he
needed a distraction. The movie tickets that Adachi shown him had testified
Saki senpai’s anger towards him and even though Teddie had assured him most of
the things shadows said are deceptions, Yosuke believed the shadow’s words and
blames himself for her death. If he stayed home, he would end up thinking about
the humiliation Adachi had done to him, which would not do, making school
seemed a better option. No wonder Chie calls him an idiot when the signs of a
cold were so obvious.
Taking longer than usual, Yosuke never felt so happy seeing the school gate.
The same distance was somehow further this morning. Even the stairs were higher
today. Dumping the bag onto the table, Yosuke collapsed heavily into the chair
to catch his breath just as Souji walked in. Before ‘Yo’ even left his tongue,
one look from Souji, he was told to go home but hell no was he going back now
and all that wasted energy to get here. It was a Saturday anyway so school was
half day. It should not be too difficult to sit through a few hours.
How wrong he was. It was a relief when the last school bell rang and went out
to look for Souji. He was going to ask Souji if he could help with his shift.
As he searched the school for Souji, he heard Souji’s voice as he climbed down
the stairs.
‘Sure. I’m free now.’
‘Thanks so much, Souji. Those boys are getting out of hand.’
‘What boys?’
Into the corridor, Yosuke asked Chie what she needed Souji for.
‘You were eavesdropping?’
‘Why do I need to eavesdrop when the whole school can hear you? You know how
loud you are?’
Another wrong move as Chie gave him a high kick, kicking him right into the
floor. Giving an uneasy laugh, he picked himself up slowly with Souij’s help.
He did not think Chie kicked that hard but he ended up on the floor and was
sorry that Chie looked guilty. So guilty that she explained the problem she was
talking about a minute ago without the slightest aggressiveness. After
listening, he agreed that Souji should be there and waving goodbye, he told
them to be careful. The whole time, he did not miss the worried look from
Souji. Passing his chance, he left for Junes. He hoped it was a full roster
today and prayed the mail did not need him.
Unfortunately, the two girls skipped out again, leaving the Junes cursed prince
to tend to the food court for an hour and another few in the mart to stock up
food. By the time his shift ended, he could barely stand. Taking the stairs
down to the back exit to avoid Adachi, he stopped in the middle of the third
and fourth floor. His sight was swarming. Panting slightly, he leaned against
the wall for support. Willing the dizziness and the black gathering at the edge
of his eyes to go away, he should have asked his dad to drive him home but not
wanting a scolding for showing up sick, he did not. Not hearing the footsteps
echoing through the empty stairway, Yosuke saw Souji at the foot of the stair
with a shocked expression and arms around him before passing out again for the
third time that week.
He heard a young girl’s voice talking and someone else telling her something.
Then, they both left with the room falling into empty silence. His body was
sweating to the heat. He needed something to ease the agony and wanted to push
the heavy layer away but his limbs were too heavy to move. Whimpering at the
discomfort and no one to help him, he was glad for the icy hand placed over his
forehead. It was cold but it felt really good against his burning fever.
Leaning into it, he took comfort in the coldness when the rest of his body was
shivering.
‘Didn’t I tell you this morning you were having a fever?’
Chapter End Notes
     Please comment.
     I'm sure you can guess who is that person speaking.
     I really, really like Adachi so I'm giving him a sweet moment with
     Yosuke although Yosuke wouldn't know, which is also the whole point.
     Adachi is a yandere. Yandere doesn't show their sweetness easily.
     I personally don’t like how OP Souji is in the game and how he can do
     everything like Superman. He can control Izanagi immediately without
     any shadow to confront him? It’s more alien to me than human so I
     wanted to rewrite the scene where Souji is also human. He’s just as
     weak as Yosuke.
     Don’t worry, Yosuke is not going mad. He was just badly traumatised
     by so many things happening one after another.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Yosuke is sick.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay. Was too lazy.
     I don’t own Persona.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 3
One moment, it was Souji at the foot of the stairs, the next was waking up to
his mother changing the ice pack. Other than completely fussed over for his
fever, if it hurt anywhere, if he needed water, soup or food, there was a lot
of scolding as well. How their son had troubled the entire Dojima household.
With a raging fever while trapped between a heavy blanket and the mattress,
there was little he could do but listened quietly to Teddie’s exaggerated
replay as an audience.
According to the stupid bear, Yosuke had laid dead on his sensei's futon,
vomited all over everywhere and everyone; lastly, needing them to send the boy
back home. In the midst of all that, that he did not remember a minute of any,
Teddie gave a tragic account of how he almost made Nanako cried.
Closing his eyes, Yosuke took advantage of being very sick and ignored everyone
as one good thing about it was it had no repercussion. However, the brunette
was not expecting to see Souji the next second he opened his eyes. How did
Souji get here so fast in 5 seconds? Through the tellie? Did his partner come
to murder his ass for making his little cousin cry?
Goodbye, world?
Unaware of the nonsense going rounds in Yosuke’s head, Souji only wiped the
sweat and wet bangs away with a huge sigh. Even if Souji knew, he was unlikely
to play along as seeing how the bubbly brunette simply stared wordlessly
despite the intimate contact. Yosuke did not protest when Souji’s thumb slipped
lower to push the hair sticking to the brunette’s cheeks and more fingers
brushing the brown hair back.
Without his contacts, he could not see Souji’s face. Was it the usual blank
expression or the one like his mum? Probably the latter but the only difference
was Souji was holding it back from a sick person, which was relief to his
pounding headache.
Grateful for his partner’s unspoken consideration, he welcomed the darkness to
ease the throbbing pain and took comfort in the silence. Drowsily, he felt the
silverette’s warm palm covering his eyes. He did not hear the door open with
the light coming in shielded from his eyes. He did not realize Souji turned to
‘shh’ Teddie either. All he knew was the warmth.
Too warm…
Yosuke pushed the heavy quilt away but failed miserably as the pressure over
his eyes disappeared and started a game, tucking him right back in the layer to
the neck each time.
Too hot.
It was not long for Yosuke to pass out from the exhaustion of fighting both the
fever and Souji’s persistence.
Confident that Yosuke had given up fighting, Souji sat back onto the floor and
waited for Teddie to return with some more ice and water. He adjusted the ice
pack so Yosuke’s neck would be in a less strenuous angle. Over the few minutes
of his visit, Yosuke’s fever was burning up again.
Yesterday, when he came back from the grocery store with the ice packs, he
found the little ones in tears as they hunched over Yosuke helplessly. The
towel had done little to soften the pains crunching Yosuke’s features. He
immediately suggested bringing Yosuke to the hospital. Instead of agreeing, the
Hanamura parents refused strongly in the call. He was angry at their decision
but he was in no legal position to go ahead with it and had to settle with
sending Yosuke home. With Yosuke’s weight over his shoulder, he helped Yosuke
up to his room with Adachi san’s help. Even with the layers, he could feel the
heat through the clothes and Souji’s anger turned to guilt for letting Yosuke’s
condition worsen to the point of collapsing. He should have made sure Yosuke
went home and not to work.
Taking the basin from Teddie, he asked the kind hearted boy to leave, to which
Teddie agreed. He even took effort to tip toe out. Despite Yosuke’s complaints
about Teddie, Teddie did understand when to leave quietly.
Squeezing the towel dry, Souji proceeded to wiping Yosuke’s feverish stricken
body as per instruction of the doctor. Eyeing the bags of medicine on the
table, Souji had to wonder why this family preferred to have the doctor made
house visits than going to the hospital? The germs or some rich people’s way of
living?
Either way, Souji was relieved Yosuke was getting proper medical attention.
Before he left the previous night, the fever had made Yosuke delirious, half
crying and pleading someone to let him go. Was Saki haunting Yosuke’s dreams?
With the unfortunate encounter with Shadow Saki, he was worried about Yosuke’s
mental health. The way Yosuke laid on his bed, weak and muttering for someone,
Souji felt an urge to stay. He might not have known Yosuke for long but one
thing he knew was the brunette was frailer at heart than was shown.
If Yosuke started mumbling for help again, he would be here.
Chapter End Notes
     Some development for Souji and Yosuke. I want to make it a triangle
     story. The delirium was from my friend’s story of her brother when he
     had dengue fever.
End Notes
     I like emo Yosuke. Ya, I'm sadistic.
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