Yo! Here's my first take on Persona Five. For anyone wondering the time of which this takes place, it is just after summer break, when they go back to school. If you're interested, go ahead and give this a look. Enjoy!


When Kuro opened the door, sunlight glared relentlessly into his still tired eyes, forcing his hand up. The blazing hot air sucked the breath out of him, and sweat was already bordering around his brow. Lord knows he hated the heat. He would've blatantly refused to leave his home if he hadn't promised to take his sister out to get ice cream beforehand. With a low groan, he straightened his ruffled white streaked dark shirt and jeans. Before he could take his first steps into the blazing sun, a small blue blur rushed past him.

Yukina, his younger, fun-loving, wearing a light blue sundress, shorts and a bright smile, was practically bouncing on her heels in excitement. "C'mon! You're taking too long, let's go!"

A dry smile stretched onto Kuro's face. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." He said, waving her off. He closed the door behind him and locked it behind him. He made his way to the small gate where his the hyper young girl was, and walked into the street. Yukina's small hands closed around his own, and she tugged impatiently.

"C'mon, Kuu-kun hurry! There gonna run out!"

"There not gonna run out of ice cream, Yuki-chan." Kuro said patiently. "Or who knows, maybe they will when you get your little claws all over it." He smiled at the adorable pout. He couldn't resist. When she puffed her cheeks out like that, it made her all the more cute. "Easy, Yuki-chan, I'm just teasing you. C'mon, it's my treat today."

"Yay! Thank's Kuu-kun?" Yukina cheered. Kuro rolled his eyes. Why she called him that was anyone's guess. It probably attributed to their last names, but if that were the case, why did she call him that? He didn't care deep down.

Tokyo was always a bustling place, with buildings that pierced the skies, lights in every direction, and rodes that were either covered with cars or people trying to avoid them. Citizens came and gone, going about their business, and seemingly marching in droves. Kuro tightened his hand around his younger sisters. The last thing he wanted was for her to be lost in this mess. The siblings ambled their way to the ice cream store in the middle of Shibuya. Fighting his way into the parlor, he ordered his vanilla cone, and got a triple scoop for her sister.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Yukina shrilly cheered in rapid fire, already waging war on her ice cream cone.

"Yukina, don't eat so quickly. You'll get a stomach ache." Kuro said patiently once more.

Whatever Yukina said back was drowned under a mountain of ice cream. Kuro chucked, shaking his head. Out of the corner of his vision, he watched the passerbyers going about their daily lives, wondering just how he got where he was today.

Not too long ago, a few weeks ago in fact, Kuro hated the world. Hated everything about it right to the core. Corruption enraged him. Humanity pissed him off. Society made him sick to his stomach. He rejected reality and reality rejected him back. Shujin Academy and everyone in it wanted him to disappear. The bigger students tried to beat him. The smaller one's screamed and ran away. Everything in between ignored his existence entirely, something he used to prefer.

Rumors about him spread like wildfire to this very day, some true, some not. Most of them revolved around his stint as a delinquent of the likes that even rivaled that so called violent transfer student who was currently on probation for assault. Kuro felt sorry for him. The dude looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly, and he was being treated like he'd burn down an orphanage for shits and giggles. Trying to fight off those rumors became too much trouble. Surely, the transfer student felt the same way because he did nothing to stop them.

That was life for the last ten years, ever since society made his family slowly work to death. Damn Okumura and their practices. Damn them to hell. Then suddenly, it just stopped. One morning, he woke up and rethought his life entirely, almost like a light switch being turned on again for the first time in years. He felt tense, but lighter. Aware, but more jubilant. Life seemed just a bit brighter, even though he knew society was fucked up. He knew his mistakes, and embraced them. The love of Yukina was a testament to that.

Something had changed his life. Something big. When he thought about it, the phenomena surrounding the Phantom Thieves came to mind. Stalking their website had its advantages as well. It took quite a few hours of searching but he finally found his full name, with an anonymous tip saying pretty much 'kick his ass', and he had no idea from who. Trying to find them would've been too much effort and he wouldn't have really done anything about it anyway. Too much work really.

Speaking of the transfer, he should be passing by right about…

As if on cue, a tall and skinny young man with curly, unkempt black hair that dangled in front of his glasses, walked down the middle of the street. Something in his bag was squirming about. He learned what it was a long time ago, a cat that he brought to class, the only really rule breaking thing he'd seen him do. Who would have guessed? Every kid in school wondered what he carried. Whether it was drugs, weapons, etc. Nope! It's a cat! Now calm down everybody!

His name… Akiza? No, Akira Kurusu. Akira turned by chance and glanced at Kuro. Pushing his glasses up with his finger, he nodded to him. Kuro nodded back. They were both thinking the same thing but for different reasons. They knew each other, and only one knew why. A tug on his shoulder brought his attention back to his little sister.

"Big brother, do you like men now?" She asked in her most innocent voice.

"What the he- no! Why on earth would you think something like that?" Kuro asked tightly, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"But you keep looking at that one guy. Kuro-kun likes him, no?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Heck. No." Kuro replied promptly.

"Will I get a second big brother?"

"Can we drop this please?" Kuro asked, exasperated. Routinely, he checked his watch. Time really flew past him. It was nearly the afternoon. Kuro grunted. What a way to spend his Sunday morning. "We should head back soon. Auntee will probably be worried about us."

"Okay! Race ya!" And with that, Yukina ran off into the crowd, protecting her ice cream cone like it was her lifeline. Kuro sighed and caught her before she got too lost. When they arrived home, he told Yukina to stay home while he took care of something. It was more he just wanted some time out of the house. After taking the long route back to Shibuya, bided his time playing games on his phone until it was near evening time, or so he thought. Really, the sun had barely started setting, only slightly shifting to orange.

Home wasn't where he wanted to be right now. Time alone to think was just what Kuro needed, especially with tomorrow looming ever closer. A wry smirk found its way on his face. To think it had been a month and a half since he last stepped in Shujin. Nearly two months since the incident. It would have been shorter had summer vacation come not long afterwards. His heart throbbed just thinking about it. And it was all his fault too. No blaming anyone else for it. During these past two weeks, he had so much time to reflect, and even more time to wonder why he was reflecting to begin with.

The screen went black, a red empty battery icon blinking on it. Kuro grumbled, staring at the boy he saw looking back at him through the black screen. His straight black hair was getting a bit too long, with his bangs reaching just over his eyes. His hazel, green tint eyes were faded, glared at his rather handsome yet scrappy face, with a small stubble he always forgets to shave.

"Oi, Ookami-kun!" Kuro looked up, brow raised. The moment he saw who called him, he sighed. Not this right now, please God not now.

"What do you want, Sakamoto-san." Kuro asked in a low tone, eager to send him on his way. A blonde boy about his age trotted slowching out of the crowd with quite a natural scowl on an otherwise handsome face. His chocolate brown eyes tried to look intimidating, but Kuro had seen worse. No, he was worse. He wasn't about to start anything. No doubt, Sakamoto would thrash him right now given the circumstances.

"I want you to piss off!" He growled, waving his fist at him. Kuro clicked his tongue. The vulgar boy strikes again.

"I didn't do anything, please just leave me alone." Kuro said, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

"Bullshit! You know what I'm talking about. You're stalking my friend, you bastard." His eyes narrowed on Kuro, his voice lowering to a threatening whisper. "I know what you did to that kid. He had to transfer schools because of your temper. If you think you can do that to my friends, you've got another thing coming."

Kuro backed off, feeling somewhat hurt. "But I-"

"Save it. Eff off, or get knocked out. Last warning." With that, he marched back into the crowd, leaving Kuro feeling more upset than earlier. Of course they wouldn't let it go that easily. No doubt the entire school heard about what he did.

Kuro let out one last heaving sigh before standing up and taking the longer route home again. It was nearly midnight before he returned. His auntee was going to kill him for breaking curfew, but he didn't care.

The moment he got into his room, he flopped onto his bed without even untying his shoes, and drifted off to a dreamless sleep. When the beeping of his alarm clocked started, he already wanted to break something, preferably that damn clock. Fighting his way out of his tangle of blankets, he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and stared at the uniform on his bed, freshly pressed and ready to go, courtesy of his lovely aunt.

Kuro chuckled ruefully. It was practically gathering dust, it was so unused. He took a deep breath. Today was a new day. No matter the tremendous nerves he felt, he had to be strong. His mother and father wouldn't have wanted him to suffer like this. His stomach lurched thinking about them. No. Not now, he had to go. He dressed himself, picked up his back, and went to get his shoes before stepping on something. Something… evil.

"Agh! Dammit! Why the hell do I still have these things?" Kuro howled in pain, clutching his foot. The red Lego was still there. Grudgingly, he yanked it out, and tossed it at the wall, only for it to bounce off and bop his head and land on the floor. Kuro cupped his head and sighed. "That's a bad omen, I swear to God."

Lego's of all things. Lego's. Why the hell did he still have those? He was seventeen for crying out loud!

By the time he left his house, saying a quick goodbye to what was left of his family, he took the train to school. The moment he arrived, eyes were on him and mouths were moving. Kuro almost scoffed. Typical. Questions were already being in hushed whispers, not missed by Kuro's good ears.

'What is he doing here?'

'Didn't they expel his ass weeks ago?'

'Don't look at him in the eyes. He'll kill you.'

'Wait, what are you doing? Don't go near him, he'll beat you to an inch of your life'

'Look at him, I bet he's the one who killed his parents.'

Kuro bit his lip, shaking in anger, trying harder than ever not to run over and snap their necks. Had he not had a change of heart so to speak, he would have. But no. This was his last chance to redeem himself and let the past go. No matter how hard he wanted to wipe them all off the face of the earth.

There was no hefty welcome back, no greetings from any of his peers in the third year, not even a hello from the teacher. Just an order to sit down and work. Not even a question was asked of him. He didn't mind though. The day passed by all the more faster. Lunch came like lightning, and he was left hanging around the vending machines, regretting not asking Yukina to make lunch for him. It was by pure chance that he heard a familiar voice on the other side of the row of vending machines. A real rambunctious, loud voice.

"Man, that beach trip really took a lot outta me." Sakamoto groaned. The vending machines creaked loudly, tipping slightly on Kuro's side. Panicked, he pushed back with just enough force for Sakamoto no to notice, or so he hoped. What the hell was he doing? Doesn't he know not to lean on these damn things?

"I know right? God, I think I still have sand in my hair." A girl complained. He recognized that voice. Ann Takamaki was it? The girl of rumor? What was she doing hanging out with him? Wait, if those two were there, than Akira had to be there too.

"Y'know if Futaba's coming to school anytime soon?" Sakamoto asked. There was no answer. Akira probably just shrugged.

"Hopefully she does soon." Takamaki heaved a sigh. "We worked for ages get her out of her house."

Kurusu scoffed, leaning against the other machine. Kuro stifle a gasp, gulping loudly as the machine tilted. Nope, the heat was definitely not causing him to sweat. What the hell was wrong with them? What the hell was wrong with him for not moving?

"Damn, that Ookami bastard's not letting up. It's getting annoying trying to keep him away." Ryuji said in a low, angry tone. Kuro stiffened at the mention of his name. "I knew we should've have helped him in the Mementos."

What?

"C'mon now, Ryuji-kun." Kuro blinked. Was that was Kurusu sounded like? How did he not have a harem of women around him at all times? "He hasn't done anything to us yet. We might be able to trust him."

"Hmm… I'm sticking with what I said. I still think we shouldn't have changed his heart-"

"I knew it!" Kuro sprang out, nearly landing on all fours, pointing an accusatory finger at the three shocked teens, a gleeful smile on his face. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! You had something to do with this, didn't you?"

The three of them just stared at him like he had a full frontal lobotomy and wanted to tell everyone about it. In hindsight, Kuro couldn't blame them. If the kid you were just talking about jumped out at random, uniform charred brown with dirt, with green grass stains in random places, screaming at you, how would you react?

Slowly, Kurusu tilted his head near Sakamoto and whispered loudly, "Where should we hide the body?"

"I dunno, do you think the ground here's shallow enough?" Sakamoto replied all the more louder whisper.

"I am standing right here!" Kuro shouted, pointing to the ground beneath him. "And that still doesn't answer my question. What. Did. You. Do?"

A short silence followed. The three of them muttered back and forth, or rather Sakamoto and Takamaki were. Kurusu was standing there and staring at him. Those steel grey eyes of his were unnerving. Kuro felt exposed, that look picking him apart piece by piece. He interrupted the silence surprisingly, jerking his head towards the gate not too far off.

"Come with me."

Takamaki's eyes widened "Akira-kun, what're you-"

"Relax, I'll be fine." With another jerk of his head, Kurusu strolled to the gate, Kuro following suit. The eyes of his friends were no doubt on him. "Alright. Explain to me how you know me?"

Kuro blinked. He was waiting for weeks to get a chance to talk to him face to face, and now that he had a chance his words caught his throat. "W-well… let's see…" He clicked his tongue, wondering just where to start. Kurusu narrowed his eyes expectantly towards him. "Well, for starters, I think you heard of what I did." He said, shame in his voice.

"How could I not?" Kurusu replied. "You did a number on that poor kid. He transferred, didn't he." Kuro ran a hand along his bangs, downcasting his gaze. Back then, he wanted to take his anger out on anything that lived and breathed, especially those even more hard pressed by reality than he was. After several months of bullying him, the poor kid tried to fight back. He was in the hospital for nearly two weeks after that. The scar on Kuro's right knuckle was quite a testament to that.

"I… don't wanna talk about that. But look." He took a deep breath. "My life changed recently. It's hard to describe, but it feels like I had a complete change of heart. I have no idea how, but everytime I think about it, I only see you. You and the rest of your posse. You all have been all I thought about for the longest time, and I wanted to ask you something…"

"Are you coming on to me?" Kurusu deadpanned.

"W-what?" Kuro asked, completely shocked.

"'Cause I don't mind, I'm always up for new things." Kurusu joked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Ugh! I'm trying to be serious!" kuro growled.

"And I'm trying to lighten your mood. I'm not gonna bite your head off, I'm just a normal guy, like you."

Kuro sighed. How can a man make an attitude like that work so well? And with such little effort? Oh well, he might as well up and say it. "Are you a phantom thief?"


Well, that was fun to write. Please leave your thoughts and opinions in the reviews. it really helps me out a lot. Thanks, and goodnight.