Leviathan: A Persona 5 Goro Akechi x Amamiya Ren Original

3: Fascinated

(Ren's P.O.V)

With a mere snap of my fingers, I was in reality; sitting on the floor while the Detective slept peacefully on my cot. The sun was beginning to set in the attic, so the last few rays of colour were just peaking through my dusty window and illuminating the blankets Akechi slept under.

I had been watching him for hours. Staring at his skin, observing the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and grew excited when he'd lazily turn over in his slumber.

Maybe this was it. Maybe he's going to wake up, I would think to myself.

But no, the sedative I'd given him was strong. No matter how many times he shifted, he didn't readily awaken. Though I would feel a pang of dismay each time, in the same vein, I felt relief. If he didn't wake up just yet, that meant I would have more time to fawn over him.

Think about him. Maybe touch his hair, or pull the blankets up over his shoulders.

Perhaps I would finally make a decision on how I would possess him, as well.

As demented as it all sounds, I was always aware of these thoughts. I'd known since birth that I wasn't normal.

No matter what kind of tragedy floated my way, whether it was the death of a loved one, a sudden accident that gravely hurt a pet, or getting in trouble for having low, shoddy grades -

I never once felt remorse. I wasn't regretful, or angry, or stricken with grief.

Instead, my emotions were neutral. As calm as a lake with no ripples, and no sounds.

In my eyes, my feelings were nothing but a bottomless pit. A void alike a black hole, that soaked up each and every event, and merely crushed it, absorbing the energy and moving onto the next.

If each of my emotion's were a human, the lake would merely snatch them up and squeeze the blood from them. Their spirit would remain there, staining the water red for an eternity. The colour seemed to be my beacon, because my Palace was soaked in it; every crevice a reminder of the consistent burden I carried.

I don't feel.

I just exist.

But this one...

This....Detective I'd suddenly laid eyes on...

It was small, miniscule in size. But it was something. A feeling of curiousity; of intrigue and interest. A yearning to keep him; it's volume of sound just barely above a whisper in my cells.

I'd never felt it before, but it was so different, it was becoming addicting. Every second I was close to Akechi, it pulled me in and cornered me, keeping my satiated and focused.

And I wanted more of it.

So, so much more of it.

The moment I noticed him going into the bathroom yesterday, I instantly knew he was the one. I had become fixated, like a hungry wolf stalking it's prey.

Ready and waiting, for the right time to strike.

Lazily content with his sleeping form, I robotically moved a pointer finger to stroke the skin along his palm. A feather-like touch, but it tugged at my heart strings harder than anything else I'd ever felt in my 18 years.

I don't know what it is about you, but I want it.

I want you.

A soft, barely audible groan escaped Akechi's lips. My eyes darted towards his sleeping face as it shifted in his waking, to which I promptly removed my hand from his and stood up.