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[FIC] Digital Devil Saga
Title: N/A
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: Argilla/Jinana
Rating: G
Word Count: 186 words

Jinana's hand is soft. There's a part of Argilla, the part that hasn't changed since she woke up, that wonders how that's possible after all the fighting she's done. Another part of her, equally detached, thinks that it's a nice hand and it's a shame it's getting wet from her-- her-- tears. Yes, tears. The rest of her is focused on the ache in her chest that's like nothing she's ever felt before. It feels like her heart is being torn out of her chest, and she almost wants to look down to make sure that it's not. But that would mean looking away from Jinana's eyes, and she can't.

Because she sees her own feelings, the ones she doesn't know how to describe but are choking her and making her eyes burn, reflected in those eyes. All Argilla can hope is that Jinana can see the same in her. I should kiss her, she thinks, but can't remember what that means.

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Title: N/A
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: N/A (Sera)
Rating: G
Word Count: 253 words

Sera snatches bits and pieces of memories, strands of data that swirl around her, and weaves them together. Carefully, oh so carefully because it's still so fragile, a spiderweb-thin newborn world that she breathes life into. Half-remembered sensations that aren't hers are stitched in--warm sand under bare feet and the salt breeze coming off the gently lapping waves. The hardest part comes next. It could all crumble down around her if she isn't careful with her choices, doesn't select the right data. So she thinks long and hard before adding them in.

Serph is a given, of course--she wouldn't go anywhere without him and his smile. Heat is next, because he and Serph are a matched set despite how scary he is. She hesitates for a moment, and then slowly works in Argilla with her gentle hands and soft words. A boy with pretty eyes and a cheerful smile--his name was Cielo, she thinks--is more difficult, because their testing schedules hardly ever overlapped and it was only a week before he died, but she thinks she knew him well enough. She's about to finish when the last calls to her, the man in the photographs that her mother cries over when she thinks no one is looking. She doesn't know his name, but that's okay--they can figure one out together.

With a barely-audible sigh, the world snaps into place and she sinks in, awakening to the sound of voices and the unfamiliar feeling of sun on her skin.

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Title: N/A
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: N/A (Gale)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 272 words
Notes: Spoilers for the Samsara Waterways.

Ajna is dull and lifeless, a wasteland of chain-link fences and abandoned supply trucks. The Junkyard's ever-present rain seems somehow colder here as it runs in rivulets down Gale's already-wet skin. It comes away red. He doesn't look at it, doesn't watch the slow dripdripdrip from his fingers as it washes away the blood coats him from head to toe, or at least feels like it does. Instead, he stares up at the unchanging grey sky and lets his new feelings wash over him.

There is a strange tightness in his chest that makes it difficult to swallow. Every breath he takes is strangely labored, though he can find no reason why that should be so. None of his injuries can account for his afflictions, but they persist nonetheless. It's not at all logical and it bothers him.

"Can we just get going already?" comes Heat's voice from behind him, followed by a yelp. "The fuck did you hit me for, Argilla?"

"Shut up," she hisses. "Give Gale a minute. Lupa's dead. Can't you see that he's sad?"

Sad? He mouths the word once, getting the feel of it. Yes, it fits. He is sad, like Argilla when Jinana was killed, but without the leaking from the eyes. And as though identifying the emotion makes it lessen slightly, it is suddenly easier to breathe. Running his fingers over the second tag ring on his hand, he turns to face the rest of his tribe. "We should finalize the plans for the attack on Varin's stronghold."

If the others notice that his voice seems strangely rough, they don't comment.

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Title: N/A
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: Sheffield/O'Brien
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 257 words

The sound of angry footsteps rings through the hall, so it's no surprise when the door bangs open. Heat stalks over to the table, his hands clenched into fists hard enough to shake. "You're an asshole," he growls, kicking the chair closest to him. It skids across the floor, hitting the wall with a crash.

Serph looks up from his clipboard and brushes a bit of hair out of his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?"

"You-- you--" He slams his hands down on the table, leaning in towards the other man.

"Ah, is it because I've been spending so much time with Sera lately? Do I detect jealousy, Heat?" Serph's expression is totally innocent--only the slight quirk of his lips gives him away. One hand gently traces the curve of Heat's jaw in the parody of a caress.

Heat jerks back as though he's been slapped. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

Serph laughs, letting his hand drop back down. "Did you think I hadn't noticed? You're attracted to me. You're attracted to me and you hate it. Because you hate me. Isn't that right?"

"Oh, fuck you," Heat manages when he can finally find the words through the haze of anger consuming him.

"That's the plan, isn't it?" As always, Serph's voice is damnably calm, right up until he closes the gap between them and presses his lips to Heat's.

Heat knocks over another chair in his haste to leave the room, Serph's laugh following him out.