Phew, last chapter! This is the quickest I've ever finished a story that isn't a oneshot (though most of my stories are oneshots, so that doesn't really say anything, eh?)... Actually, I think I've taken longer on oneshots than I have on this one. But whatever. :D

Anyways, my writing is... Yeah, you know the deal. I think it was at its best at the beginning of the story, but now it's just...yeah. Fffffff, I hope you can find it in your heart to deal with it! |D

Thanks to Wyla for the reviews for the last two chapters! ^^ They really made my day. x)

Devil Survivor © Atlus and Naoya and MC were designed by Suzuhita Yasuda BLAH BLAH BLAH DISCLAIMER

NOTE: This place takes place after Atsuro's route.

~*Silent Revolution*~

"Onii-chan!"

He looked down at the little blue-haired boy pulling at his sleeve. "What?"

"Why were you arguing with Mommy and Daddy?" The boy's eyes were filled with curiosity and innocence.

"I wasn't arguing with them. We were just having a discussion," he said.

"But they sounded kinda mad…" The boy frowned. "They weren't mad at you, were they, Onii-chan?"

He sighed, patting the boy on the head. "You're too young to understand right now."

His little cousin pouted, and Naoya nearly gave in to the urge to wrap his arms around him and squeeze him. "I'm seven years old, Naoya!" He called him by his name just to show how "grown up" he was. "Don't treat me like a kid!"

"You're asking too much of me," Naoya replied, pinching the boy's cheeks.

"Aaaaah! Onii-chaaaan!" He squirmed, trying to get the older boy's hands away from his face.

Naoya chuckled, patting him on the head again. "Yeah, you're definitely not a kid," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The boy pouted again and threw his arms around his cousin. "You're so mean, Onii-chan…"

Naoya grinned. "I know." Then, he buried his face against his little cousin's blue hair. "…Listen. You should always fight for what you believe in, no matter who opposes you."

"Onii-chan…?"

"You're too young to understand right now… But you're the one who chooses your own path. Don't let other people's decisions sway you."

"…Is that why you were arguing with Mommy and Daddy?"

Naoya pulled away to look at him, blinking. "…You know, you're actually kinda smart. I'm surprised."

"Onii-chaaaaan!"

He finds Naoya sitting on a bench in the park, staring out at nothing. The man doesn't seem to notice him, giving him the opportunity to sneak behind him and throw his arms around his shoulders.

"Boo!" he says, and Naoya actually looks surprised.

The man frowns, a little irritated. "Don't do that."

"What?" He offers a sly grin. "That didn't actually scare you, did it?"

"…Hmph." Naoya smirks, closing his eyes. "Of course not. I just expected a more civil greeting from you, cousin."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. Pay it no mind."

The boy pouts and moves over to sit beside Naoya. "...You got my e-mail, right?"

The man says nothing, continuing to stare at the people walking about.

He turns so that he's facing Naoya and both his hands are on the bench. "It's way past the meeting time."

"…Your point?"

He frowns. "Don't tell me you got lost. The meeting place was—"

"I know where the meeting place was, cousin," he replies, looking down at his cousin. "I've been living in Tokyo for the last few years—I should know my way around by now."

"…So why weren't you there?" The boy frowns. "Are we just too good for you, Naoya?"

"Hah!" Naoya laughs. "Keep dreaming, brother." He turns his gaze to a distant tree. "I have my reasons for being absent."

"And those are…?"

"Hmph. Did you forget already? I fought you during the lockdown."

"You also helped us."

"Even so, I don't think your friends have quite forgiven me yet. If I'm there, things will only be awkward."

He raises an eyebrow at the boy's questioning face. "…What?"

"…You were actually thinking of us?"

"Don't mistake me. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to spend my time in company who would shoot me suspicious glances half the time."

"Oh…" The boy looks down now. "And here I thought you cared…"

Naoya sighs. "What makes you think I don't care?" He cups the boy's chin and tilts his face up. "Hm?"

"Well…"

"…You're wary as well, aren't you? All the more the reason I shouldn't go." He withdraws his hand from the boy's face.

They are silent for a while. He feels a little awkward. Naoya had his reasons for his actions, didn't he? But those reasons had set him apart from everyone else, and he wonders if the man felt lonely.

For lack of a better thing to say, he asks, "Say, Naoya… Do you remember what you told me when we were little?"

"I've told you many things, cousin. You're going to have to be more specific."

"'You should always fight for what you believe in, no matter who opposes you,'" he smiles when Naoya turns to look at him, surprised. "…right?"

Naoya is quiet for a moment. "…I'm surprised you remembered that," he says, closing his eyes and smiling. "You really are quite sharp…"

"No wonder I'm your cousin, hmm?" The boy's smile widens. "Everyone was fighting for what they believed in… And they knew you were too. So that's why, I think it'll be alright…"

"Don't be stupid. It's not that simple, you know. Nothing will change the fact that I fought you and your companions." He sighs; he seems a little disappointed.

This doesn't escape his notice. "Are you lonely, Naoya…?"

"Lonely? Of course not. I'm just thinking about what could have been…"

Now it's his turn to be disappointed. "I wish you'd just drop this whole 'king of demons' thing already, Naoya…"

Naoya smiles wryly. "…And I wish that you'd call me 'Onii-chan,' just like how you used to when we were little."

The boy blushes. "Wh…wha… Wh-where did that… That has nothing to do with anything!" he stutters, embarrassed. Naoya smirks.

"Whatever. I'll get another chance someday," he replies, and he ruffles the boy's blue hair, much to his chagrin.

"That's lame, Naoya!" he cries, swatting at that hand. "You're gonna make my bedhead come back…!"

Naoya chuckles and pulls his hand back. "Well, I should get going now," he says, standing up. "I'm a busy man, after all…"

He pouts again and follows suit. "You certainly had enough time to come sit here for who-knows-how-long…"

"Even I need a break sometimes, you know. But that was long enough." Naoya turns. "It was nice talking to you," he says, before beginning to walk away…

…Only to stop when he feels smaller hands grab his own hand. He frowns and looks back to see his cousin looking up at him imploringly.

"Won't you come with me?" he asks, his blue eyes pleading. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Naoya sighs, running a hand through his silver locks. "I have some work to do, cousin. I was commissioned to write another program."

"What will it summon this time, unicorns?"

"That's not funny," Naoya replies, poking the boy in the forehead and eliciting a squeak from him. "In any case, I have to go."

He pulls his hand away, but the boy throws his arms around his waist instead. Naoya stares at him disbelievingly and the boy pouts.

"I'm not letting go until you agree to come with me."

"This is getting ridiculous—"

"What do you have against hanging out with us, anyways?" he asks. "It's not like my friends want to kill you."

"Nevertheless, they're still cautious, and hanging around that sort of company isn't good for one's blood pressure," Naoya replies, and he feels a migraine coming.

"Yeah, well, neither is staying in a demon-infested city, but I didn't see you complaining…"

The man sighs. "I'm going to be stuck here for hours if this conversation goes on…"

The response elicits a pout from the boy. "Then come with me, for God's sake!"

Naoya's eyebrow twitches. "Don't swear by Him in front of me…"

"I can swear by whoever the hell I want!" He starts pounding on Naoya's back. "Stop being so difficult!"

"Cut that out," he reprimands sharply, turning around and grabbing the boy's wrists. "Are you a child?"

He's still pouting when his blue eyes lock with Naoya's red ones. "You don't want to spend time with me, Onii-chan…?"

Naoya lets go of his wrists in surprise, and the boy uses it as an opportunity to throw his arms around his waist. He's staring up at Naoya earnestly—the man could've sworn the fake tears (he knows the boy isn't crying because he can tell his cousin is amused, much to his chagrin) only accentuate the cute expression he's attempting to pull—with his big, blue eyes…

"Please? Do it for me, Onii-chan…?"

Moments later, Naoya finds himself being dragged off by the arm by his cousin, who is now chatting animatedly about the things that they're going to do, and he thanks whatever deity who is watching over him—because it definitely isn't God—for making sure that his cousin didn't think about using such an adorable countenance against him during the lockdown.

And with this, this story is complete! :3 I hope the writing wasn't too bad, but I felt like it just kinda went on and on...

Haha, anyways, maybe I'll write another Naoya x MC fic soon. I love these two so much. Also, I'm wanting to write a Keisuke x Midori fic, 'cause I love'em as much as I love Naoya x MC. No joke. Ohhh, but I wouldn't mind my fix of Gaysuke and Atsubro... : D *gets pelted with rotten tomatoes*

Reviews are always appreciated. :3

Thanks for reading! ^^