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Here's a fellow who doesn't get quite enough love. He's also one of my favorites. So I did art! Also, I wrote something. , this is for you, hun. Since we've agreed to a fanfic share, I figured I'd take your lead and post something. Critique on writing and art are both appreciated!

"Yo. Gin."

A young man in a black trainer raised his arm in casual greeting. His wild brown hair lay in a mass of greased spikes against his neck, and something in the way he walked suggested a hungry coyote. Gin knew him as Tadashi Nikaido, unfortunate younger brother of an old friend. Much of the rest of Tokyo knew him as the brash local leader of the Shibuya Deamons.

Which was why it was something of a novelty to see him accompanied by a businessman, dressed in a dove grey suit, with a bluetooth receiver in his ear. Gin, for a moment, could do nothing but stare.

The young man and his companion noticed the demon standing behind Gin's bar in the next breath. Both stopped in their tracks. Horror seized Gin's stomach in cold fingers, until Nikaido's grin returned. "Well," he scoffed. "Here I thought to come share somethin' like news. But you're way ahead of me, ain't you." He waltzed past Gin and leaned against the bar, sneering up at Take-Mikazuchi before bravely turning his back on the creature. "When'd you summon him?"

Gin, confused and unsettled, frowned. "Hello to you too, Kaido. You have something to say?"

Kaido sneered. He took a rectangular device out of the front of his trainer, and laid it heavily on the bar. Gin should not have been surprised to recognize it as a COMP, like the one secured safely in his own pocket, but he was.

"Where did you get that?" Gin asked, storm clouds gathering in his voice.

Kaido held up his hands defensively. "Chill, man. My boys been doing some creepin' around since the start o' the lockdown. They got this from a fellow in orange robes." He held the COMP up. "Now, I might be mistaken, but I thought you said you'd seen guys like that snoopin' around Haru's place some days, eh? Thought you might wanna know what they'd been up to." He made a dry sound that could have been laughter, but was rather too sarcastic.

Gin took this revelation with weary silence. "The Shomonkai," he observed.

"Yes, sir." Kaido pushed himself off the bar and came up close by Gin's side. The businessman had, so far, remained eerily quiet, like a ghost. "Listen, Gin, my man. You're a well connected kinda fellow. Like me. More importantly, you're not stupid. I'm sure you've noticed the barriers the Self Defense Forces have put up. Think about that a second; does that make any sense to you?"

Gin leveled Kaido with suspicious eyes. This was a change of subject that he did not like. "What are you trying to get at?"

"Of course not," Kaido continued, as if Gin hadn’t said anything at all. "Hear me out; the electricity downtown is blown. So it's not that hard to think that the trains wouldn't be running, either. The average guy plays along with it. So why bother to put up armed guards?"

"I thought it was a gas leak," Gin said, the words tentative. "It's for our own safety." He wasn't quite sure if he believed that himself all of a sudden. Kaido pounced on his indecision.

"Through the whole line? All stations? We're talkin' some twenty one square miles of track. One helluva gas leak, you ask me."

Gin frowned. He, contrary to the young gang leader, had never thought Kaido particularly intelligent. But this made a lot of sense, all of a sudden. "Where are you going with all this?" he asked, although he had a feeling he already knew.

Kaido grinned. "Think about it. The power's out. Cell phone reception is dead. Tokyo's been returned to the fucking Edo period. Sure, they can explain the lockdown, maybe. But what about the blackouts? What about service? Downtown fucking Shibuya, and I can't connect. That takes work." He went back into the bar and held up his COMP again. "And, to put icing on the cake? Demons. There are demons in Tokyo, and me and you are part of the revolution."

Also, none of these characters are mine. This work is purely a tribute to the awesome guys at Atlus who know how to write a good story. Thanks!

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Here's a fellow who doesn't get quite enough love. He's also one of my favorites. So I did art! Also, I wrote something. , this is for you, hun. Since we've agreed to a fanfic share, I figured I'd take your lead and post something. Critique on writing and art are both appreciated!

"Yo. Gin."

A young man in a black trainer raised his arm in casual greeting. His wild brown hair lay in a mass of greased spikes against his neck, and something in the way he walked suggested a hungry coyote. Gin knew him as Tadashi Nikaido, unfortunate younger brother of an old friend. Much of the rest of Tokyo knew him as the brash local leader of the Shibuya Deamons.

Which was why it was something of a novelty to see him accompanied by a businessman, dressed in a dove grey suit, with a bluetooth receiver in his ear. Gin, for a moment, could do nothing but stare.

The young man and his companion noticed the demon standing behind Gin's bar in the next breath. Both stopped in their tracks. Horror seized Gin's stomach in cold fingers, until Nikaido's grin returned. "Well," he scoffed. "Here I thought to come share somethin' like news. But you're way ahead of me, ain't you." He waltzed past Gin and leaned against the bar, sneering up at Take-Mikazuchi before bravely turning his back on the creature. "When'd you summon him?"

Gin, confused and unsettled, frowned. "Hello to you too, Kaido. You have something to say?"

Kaido sneered. He took a rectangular device out of the front of his trainer, and laid it heavily on the bar. Gin should not have been surprised to recognize it as a COMP, like the one secured safely in his own pocket, but he was.

"Where did you get that?" Gin asked, storm clouds gathering in his voice.

Kaido held up his hands defensively. "Chill, man. My boys been doing some creepin' around since the start o' the lockdown. They got this from a fellow in orange robes." He held the COMP up. "Now, I might be mistaken, but I thought you said you'd seen guys like that snoopin' around Haru's place some days, eh? Thought you might wanna know what they'd been up to." He made a dry sound that could have been laughter, but was rather too sarcastic.

Gin took this revelation with weary silence. "The Shomonkai," he observed.

"Yes, sir." Kaido pushed himself off the bar and came up close by Gin's side. The businessman had, so far, remained eerily quiet, like a ghost. "Listen, Gin, my man. You're a well connected kinda fellow. Like me. More importantly, you're not stupid. I'm sure you've noticed the barriers the Self Defense Forces have put up. Think about that a second; does that make any sense to you?"

Gin leveled Kaido with suspicious eyes. This was a change of subject that he did not like. "What are you trying to get at?"

"Of course not," Kaido continued, as if Gin hadn’t said anything at all. "Hear me out; the electricity downtown is blown. So it's not that hard to think that the trains wouldn't be running, either. The average guy plays along with it. So why bother to put up armed guards?"

"I thought it was a gas leak," Gin said, the words tentative. "It's for our own safety." He wasn't quite sure if he believed that himself all of a sudden. Kaido pounced on his indecision.

"Through the whole line? All stations? We're talkin' some twenty one square miles of track. One helluva gas leak, you ask me."

Gin frowned. He, contrary to the young gang leader, had never thought Kaido particularly intelligent. But this made a lot of sense, all of a sudden. "Where are you going with all this?" he asked, although he had a feeling he already knew.

Kaido grinned. "Think about it. The power's out. Cell phone reception is dead. Tokyo's been returned to the fucking Edo period. Sure, they can explain the lockdown, maybe. But what about the blackouts? What about service? Downtown fucking Shibuya, and I can't connect. That takes work." He went back into the bar and held up his COMP again. "And, to put icing on the cake? Demons. There are demons in Tokyo, and me and you are part of the revolution."

Also, none of these characters are mine. This work is purely a tribute to the awesome guys at Atlus who know how to write a good story. Thanks!