Disclaimer: I do not own Atlus or Shin Megami Tensei, obviously.

A/N: Somewhat inspired by a neat manga I'm reading called 'Worst', which is a comedy/action manga about a bunch of delinquents...it's a pretty good read, I'd say...if not a bit predictable and trope-worthy/cliche in some spots...they do watch the TV show '24' at one point, though, and make a reference to the Three Stooges, so that was kinda funny to see...


After climbing out of the shower that early Sunday morning, Yukiko Amagi took a glance at herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. The small stitched scar underneath her left eye was still very noticeable, despite all the make-up she had applied. Yukiko stared down at the floor in shame; she felt almost as if her entire face had been mutilated instead. As she began to brush her teeth with a solemn expression on her face, the raven-haired girl thought back to how she had gotten this "battle wound" in the first place.

'If I hadn't stepped in to save Chie back then, that scary man in leather might have actually killed her...it was pure luck that I happened to be able to catch him off-guard, but his knife cut into my cheek before he lost consciousness...still, I guess it's better to have a scar that will eventually heal instead of losing your best friend...what I'm still kinda worried about is that group of men in leather jackets staring at us when we ran off...I really hope they don't come after me or Chie to get revenge for their friend or something...'

Yukiko spat into the sink, and cleaned off her toothbrush before putting it away. She quickly tossed on some of her weekend clothes, and ran downstairs for the front door. Chie had told her that she wanted to make it up to her for being the main cause of her injury. Although Yukiko had assured her several times over that everything was alright, Chie continuously insisted. Since it was difficult to change Chie's mind once she decided on something, Yukiko reluctantly accepted her offer.

"I'll see you later tonight, mom," Yukiko called over her shoulder.

"Have a nice time, honey!" Her mom called back.

Yukiko snatched up her wallet from the counter table as she passed, and swung open the front door...and found about 30 muscular, chain-smoking, frightening-looking men in black leather jackets waiting for her out on the front lawn. Several of them had shaved heads and tattooed skin, while even more of them had noticeable scars and scratched covering their faces. All of the color drained from Yukiko's face. Chie was nowhere to be seen.

"Uh...uh..." Yukiko didn't even know what to say; at that moment, her life was practically flashing before her eyes. She just knew that these men had come here to kill her for injuring their friend. It was obvious. These were definitely Japanese gang members she was dealing with, anyway. They'll kill anyone they don't like, young teenage girls included.

One of the man, who had a long blood-red mullet and wore a pair of large dark glasses to hide his eyes, took a step forward. "You are...Yukiko Amagi, correct?" he asked in a thick Kansai-ben accent.

Yukiko nodded her head ever so slightly. "Y...Y...Yes, that's me..."

The man reached into his breast pocket, and Yukiko figured he was taking out a gun. One of the leather-clad men coughed into his fist. Yukiko began to open her mouth to scream out for help, but she lost her train of thought for a moment when the man instead tossed a silver armband at her feet. It had the picture of a demonic skull embedded into it, along with two words: 'INABA SKULLS'. Yukiko blinked.

"You defeated our ex-boss, Hikaru Fujiyoshi, all by yourself," the man explained when he noticed the look of confusion on the girl's face, "Because of that, it is by our absolute law that the person who defeats our boss takes his place as our leader...and that is you, Yukiko Amagi...you are now the boss of the 'Inaba Skulls'..."

Yukiko gasped. "You...you mean...I'M THE HEAD OF A TOP-RANKED GANG NOW?!!"

The man nodded, and a tiny smile graced his lips. "You hit the nail right on the head, toots."

'Oh my god...oh my god...OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!!!' Yukiko felt like she was going to faint...

...so she did.

The man who had coughed earlier cursed loudly under his breath. "Look what you did, Toshi! You made the bitch lose consciousness!!! Why does everyone faint when they talk to you...?!"

"Silence, Mokou," Toshi snapped, his deadly eyes barely visible behind the thin glasses, "Do not speak ill of the young girl who will most definitely lead us to a new age of prosperity in this dog-eat-dog world..."

"Jeez...you've been reading way too much Death Note..." Mokou grunted, rolling his eyes.

Toshi unsheathed a small switchblade and swung it wildly through the air, his face bright-red. "I SAID BE QUIET, GODDAMN YOU!!!"

Toshi had failed to notice that poor Yukiko had already begun to foam at the mouth as she laid there, hoping that this was all just a bad dream...


Later that same day...

Chie Satonaka took a tiny sip of her coke, and then placed it down on the table in front of her. Sitting across from her was her good friend Yukiko Amagi, but the people Chie had her eyes upon were the three tall, imposing figures standing behind the black-haired girl. They all wore black leather jackets, and the 'INABA SKULLS' insignia was evident all over their clothing. One of them, a man with glasses and a mullet the color of blood, was smoking an unfiltered cigarette. Yukiko didn't look too happy having them around her, of course.

"...Since when were you a yakuza, Yukiko-chan?" Chie asked half-jokingly.

"We're not yakuza!" The man in the glasses spoke up, "We don't even want to be like yakuza! They're scum, I tell you! Scum! We may not be as cool as yakuza, but we're still badass!!! We're a gang, not yakuza...remember that, girlie!!"

"It's kinda the same thing, isn't it...?" Chie remarked.

"M-Maybe, but...but at least we don't sell young girls for prostitution or try to get grade-schoolers to buy cocaine!!!"

"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!!!" Yukiko snapped, slamming her palms on the old table, "WE ARE NOT YAKUZA, AND...AND THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT I'M STUCK IN THIS SITUATION IN THE FIRST PLACE, CHIE!!!"

"Yeah, you're right...I'm...I'm sorry...but you're just so cute sometimes, Yukiko-chan...always getting in these kind of problems..." Chie covered her mouth with her hands as she fought hard not to laugh. Just even so much as attempting to imagine Yukiko as the leader of an entire gang like this was almost too hilarious for her to withstand.

Yukiko blushed. "S...Shut up..."

"Hee hee hee...hee...ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

"Stop!!"

The blood-red-mullet-haired man named Toshi closed his Death Note graphic novel, leaned down near Yukiko's ear, and whispered, "Hey, uh...Boss, do you want us to give you and your girlfriend here some time alone for a bit? Because...I wouldn't want to put a dent in your relationship due to our presence or anything, you know...we could go and steal that bicycle from that loser with the headphones over there so you two can go on a leisurely ride through the park..."

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!! AND I'M NOT YOUR BOSS!!!!" Yukiko shouted, burying her face in her hands out of sheer embarrassment.

Chie burst out laughing again, and the other two gang members just looked on in complete confusion.