Our Fairytale
by Shiroku-kkari

Synopsis: Were they never meant for one another? If they weren't, was their story actually a forgotten one? A RyojixMShe/Minako Kalafina-themed fanfic.

A/N: I don't own the characters nor the series, so shout out to Atlus :D Each chapter would contain a PoV of the main characters (Ryoji & Minako) in regards to the theme assigned to the chapter. I didn't name Minako here as "Minako Arisato" since I tried to make a witty gender-bender name while starting out in P3P so Minako is named in my story as "Minami Ayuzaki." Also, I happened to stumble on the song while in class. When I looked up at the lyrics and translation, I thought: "HOHLEEEEE SHEEEEEEEEEEEPPP! .PERFECT!" ...well, for me that is. Also, there would be a sub-song theme in the next few chapters when I don't get lazy in writing. So I hope you enjoy my fic even though I might suck so hard in trying to make Ryoji/Pharos plus Minako all in character.

"I remember the dream that I had in my childhood. It was my fairytale that sings thinly and sweetly of my bright green sorrows..."
-fairytale by Kalafina

Prologue A: Malachite Dream

"Who am I?" - this question has been lingering inside my mind for the longest time now; my head only draws a blank, as if my whole body is in a state of coma.

Strange enough, I didn't find it very lonesome even though I am all alone in this darkness, like I have somebody here by my side right at this very moment. It was comforting and at the same time, also sad. Have I been dreaming...? It certainly feels like I am and at the same time, I am not because in most of my dreams, she was always there.

In the very first dream of mine, I am in a place filled with tombstones with a crowd of dark-clothed people standing in front of one tombstone near a dead tree. Most of them are just talking with one another, some were just chatting happily, others were silent contemplating on something.

I walked around the vicinity, listening to what they are talking about.

"I heard they were involved in a traffic accident. Only their daughter have survived the accident."

"It was a shame they had to die that way. Luckily, the Kirijo Group's stand-by medical team was around where the accident occured so she was able to survive the incident."

What they are talking about was foreign to me. However, the way they are talking felt so empty. Just like me... Although I am in a dream, every fiber of my being is empty. But is this really a dream? Or is this reality? I can't tell for sure.

"Minami-chan, we're about to leave now."

"Is it okay for me to stay a little bit longer?"

I looked at the two people talking rather far apart.

"Are you sure you're okay on your own?"

The little girl nodded in reply and smiled.

"I'll be fine; Mama and Papa are watching over me."

Her smile gave color to this monochromatic dream I am currently residing in. It was like the warm, spring sunlight that paved a way through the cold winter wind. Mysteriously, that smile drew all of my attention. I slowly walked towards her and observed the lone girl.

When the man left, she stopped smiling. Her ruby-like eyes was like a raw gemstone. Certainly, there was a luster in her clouded red eyes, as if she was struggling to shine brightly.

She turned around and squat down.

"Mama, Papa, Minami-chan's all right. I'm not sad that you left me all alone..."

Her voice betrays what she is currently saying. I looked at her face and it was emotionally torn-apart; despite smiling to the fullest, the tears in her eyes trickle down her cheeks. I could sense her emotions fully, but I cannot comprehend them.

"Minami will do her best, so please watch over me up there..."

Why was she smiling even though there are tears on her face? Why is she struggling to put up a facade? Why do I feel so pained in seeing her like that? Why...?

"Even though I'm very lonely right now, I try my best not to cry because I know you will be sad if I did. That's why, I'm trying to smile... I'll be a good girl with uncle and auntie, so..."

Her words died as she was sobbing so hard in front of the tombstone. For a young child to bear such a burden at an early age, I cannot understand why she is doing all those things. I tried to reach out to her, but my hands passed right through her small shoulders. What I tried to do at that time was inevitable.

All of these dreams felt... so distant, like I was looking at a window from the distance. Ever since I saw that dream, I never wanted to see her like that. Though we are worlds apart, I will always be by her side, even if we may never be able to be congruent with one another. I will see to it that her warm smile will triumphantly reign over the skies, no matter what the weather may be.