This is an old fill from "the Persona 3, 2, and 1 kink meme" (shirakawablvd over on livejournal), but does not in fact contain any kind of kink. Note that it is unfinished, and as much as I love the concept, unlikely to be finished. Maybe one day...
She stumbles onto the battlefield naked, every instinct screaming at her to get out.
There is no sky, just an endless grey and the rain that strikes her bare skin like tiny needles, cold and harsh.
It's unfamiliar, unpleasant, but she doesn't know what else the world could be but this.
She knows there is something she is forgetting, but -
- she can't remember what it is.
They find her huddled in a corner of a ruined building, shielded from the rain by the last remains of the roof. Shivering, clutching a rebar - a long, thin pole with a jagged, sharp tip, broken off from somewhere and left to rust.
She nearly skewers one of them before she realizes that they aren't threatening her.
The redhead frowns at her, eyes cold and grey, but wraps her in his cloak and carries her easily when they leave.
It reminds her of something she thinks she once knew, but the memory never surfaces.
She wears grey.
Her feet are bandaged after her blind run over jagged rocks and shattered concrete, and her boots will have to wait, but rest of the uniform fits her well. Neither too bulky nor too restricting, covering her from the neck down but leaving her arms bare. A slash of bright orange on her right leg. A mark of belonging.
She can't help but feel that it's in the wrong place.
She looks at her reflection in a polished wall panel. Red hair. Dead grey eyes.
It doesn't remind her of anything.
The tribe is small but well armed. The storeroom has every kind of firearm imaginable.
She looks them over, once, and chooses a simple handgun.
It just feels right.