The Joker Game: The Voice That Someone Calls Part Two

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Main Points:
Doctor Who/Persona 2 Crossover
Summary: Tatsuya easily falls asleep.
Word Count: 398
Rating: K

It wasn’t uncommon for Tatsuya to fall asleep in class—when he even bothered to go, that was.  Normally, he’d just go to the school and hang out in one of the corners until it was time to go home.  It wasn’t that he hated it or anything, or that he really was trying to be a delinquent or smear Father’s name or drive Katsu crazy or anything like that.  He just…honestly found it boring.  He was intelligent enough, and if he actually chose to do the work he would do really well.  He showed up enough that he wouldn’t be kicked out of school and wouldn’t fail or anything.  There just…honestly wasn’t a point, not that he could see.  The standardized tests were the only things that mattered, and anyway he had no idea what he really wanted to do with his life.  He was bored and frustrated and needing and missing something, but he wasn’t sure what it was, which just made him even more frustrated.

So when the students saw him with his head resting on one palm, they giggled.  When the teacher saw this, she sighed, and continued on with the lesson.  Tatsuya, meanwhile, was oblivious to all of this…not that he would’ve cared if he’d seen it anyway.

No, he was elsewhere, in Dreamland, where anything is possible and the world can get really strange, really quick.

He opened his eyes and found he was still sleepy, lying on his back in the middle of a grass field, fingers entwined with someone else’s.  Normally, he’d consider this really strange.  He’d never really been interested in any of that stuff.  It wasn’t that he hated people; quite the contrary, although no one really knew that.  Nah, he was just better off as a loner.

But here, it felt absolutely, completely normal.  He let his eyes droop again, realizing for the first time there was nothing pushing him on, no hollow feeling desperate to be fulfilled.  It was nice.

The sky above them stretched on forever, stars comforting and bright.

“Is Tatsu-chan tired?”  The question was quiet, a bit teasing, perhaps, but not cruel.

He didn’t bother to answer out loud, just humming a response, and he felt the chuckle as the fingers in his own twitched a little.

He allowed his eyes to close completely, the feeling of comfort and solace pulsing through him.