Tartarus

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Title: Tartarus
Fandom: Gundam 00, Persona 3
Rating: PG
Notes: Crossover, genderswap, pure crack. All Nui's fault. Fem!Halle and Fem!Graham ftw.



The moon was never this color, and she was sure that people normally didn't suddenly turn into coffins. A nightmare, she told herself as she hopped the turnstile that wouldn't move. The train had ground to a halt at the station, and a glance back told her that it still had yet to move again. A good thing it had at least reached her destination. The air was heavy and the world seemed tinged with green, each click of heels echoing loudly in the otherwise deathly silent train station. It nearly made her want to take off her shoes, feeling that the sound gave her position away to phantoms that weren't there.

Or maybe, spoken too soon. A dark flash caught the corner of her eye, but only emptiness greeted her when she turned around. A deep breath to calm her nerves, but as soon as she exhaled, it was there again on the other side. She didn't need the sudden chill and goosebumps to tell her that something was there.

Ever so slowly, she turned around, trying to get a better look of whatever it was. Feet froze in place, mouth hanging open as her eyes took in the creature in front of her. A shadow, but no, more than that. And it was coming right for her. She tried to scream, tried to move, but no sound came out, and her legs wouldn't obey. Closer now, and the feeling of dread encompassed her.

"Kyrios!"

A familiar voice, but she couldn't place it. There was a sudden flash of light, the yelling of another word she couldn't understand. The next flash was enough to make her dizzy, and she felt herself falling, unconscious before she hit the ground.




"What do you think you're doing?!"

Hallelujah smirked at the blonde's screech, evoker held to her own temple in as dramatic a fashion as she could manage. "Bang!" she shouted as she mimicked pulling the trigger, laughing as it drew another scream from the other girl. "You'll get to see me pull the trigger for real later tonight."

Widened green eyes could only stare at her in horror. "Are you psychotic, Hallelujah?! ...no, that's a stupid question, but this is too far, even for you!"

"Come now, Gwen dearest," Hallelujah smirked as she finally lowered the gun. "Do you really think I'd kill myself?"

"You just held a gun to your head. And told me that you're planning on pulling the trigger later. Am I supposed to run and call the suicide hotline or something?" Gwen hissed with a roll of her eyes, unable to understand just what her best friend was getting at. "Either you explain what's up now, or I'm taking that thing away from you and knocking you out with it."

The taller girl gave another grin as she sauntered over to the couch, placing the gun down on the coffee table before sitting down next to Gwen. "Tell me~ Do you remember anything about last night?"

Images flashed in the blonde's mind of the moon, coffins, and shadows. "I remember a nightmare," she muttered. "Nothing more." There was a period of silence before Hallelujah began to laugh, eliciting a baffled look from Gwen. "What's so funny?" she demanded.

"Oh, plenty of things. Namely, the fact that it wasn't a nightmare. I'm kind of surprised, really. Didn't expect you to be one. It's a good thing I found you when you did, otherwise you would have been in preeeetty bad shape. So, I think you owe me big time." Hallelujah sprawled herself out on the couch, kicking off her shoes before resting her legs on top of Gwen's lap. "The Dark Hour, it's called. Charming time of the day, isn't it?"

"...The Dark Hour," Gwen repeated slowly, wondering if Hallelujah had snuck liquor at some point during the day. "Are you drunk? Or high? I thought you didn't do drugs, too psychotic as it is. That couldn't have been real."

A snort, and Hallelujah shifted, making herself more comfortable and giving the other girl a kick. "You were walking home from the train station. Still there, in fact. Dark Hour started, you got caught in it. And nearly chomped on by a shadow. But, it was Hallelujah to the rescue! Of course, you passed out like the sissy you are, so you didn't get to see one of my many moments of triumphs."

Aside from the commentary, Hallelujah had described her nightmare perfectly. Either she was a mindreader, then, or she was telling the truth. But how? "...explain this to me, Halle. What's going on. What exactly happened, and what does any of this mean?" she asked, eyes fixated on the other.

"It means that I need to go chat up the others tomorrow at school. And then, my dear Gwen," the golden-eyed girl said with a grin, "we go on a date to a little place called Tartarus."