Summary: Can you guess what a reflection of yourself reflects about you? Death. Minato/Yukari AU.

Massive OOC-ness.

If you're reading this (though I doubt it), EternalCombOver, hello, your Majesty, how are you?

On to the story we go.

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Like a Paper

Chapter 1: Alphabetically Untrue

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"You look awful."

A boy said one evening to a little brunette who was stepping furiously on a bush of roses, her legs bled partially due to the thorns. The girl didn't even spare him a glance, though she did stop the stomping, "Go away."

The boy, Arisato Minato, merely stood still there, eyeing the tattered petals of red on the ground, acting as if he didn't hear her response earlier. This pissed the girl, Takeba Yukari, off. "What are you looking at? I said go away!" She shouted while hastily grabbing the nearest shaft of roses and then threw them at him. She couldn't care less for a nosy stranger like him; he could die for all she cared.

But she was surprised when he caught the roses instead, and went crouching on her, she simply watched as Minato planted the broken flowers on the ground. She wasn't sorry for destroying the flower, but she flinched when she saw his hands bleeding a little too. Just like hers.

A moment of silence passed before Yukari chose to break it. "You can't grow them back, they won't live anymore." If he had heard her, he didn't show it, and kept attempting to plant the pitiable flowers. "It's futile, just stop it."

She, despite her words, hoped that he'd finish what he started. It's rare to see someone as nature-loving as him nowadays. Or he's just a sore freak.

"It's not a matter of futility or not, it's a matter whether you give it up or not." Yukari stayed silent, didn't have any idea how to reply to that. Little kids like them shouldn't normally be talking about stuff like that, right? "It'll be alright," he reassured her, the girl snorted at this. He proceeded to stand up, swiping the dust off his pants while adding, "I can see them too."

This took her aback, "You can see them?" The blue haired boy shrugged as if it was meant to be. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Was all she could think to state.

Minato smiled amidst all, "The same goes for you too." He glanced for a second to a window beside Yukari; she clenched her fists subconsciously, eyeing the boy in suspicion then to the window, which held a faint reflection of her within it. "I can only see their deaths." That instant, her faint self in the glass cracked, vomiting blood. Yukari, however, watched it die expressionlessly, already witnessing it thousands of times.

Minato furrowed his eyebrows, walked to the window, told Yukari to do the same too before claiming, "That," pointing to her half-dead reflection in the window, "is you." She stared at him blankly; she knew that. He continued after seeing her perplexed face, "And your death."

She contemplated the idea, and she reached a conclusion, "I don't believe you." She looked him from head to toe, then, "You're probably out of your mind. Ugh, why do I bother listen to you?" Yukari asked herself in dissatisfaction; she too, whipped the dirt off her short skirt. True that the both of them could see what others couldn't, but how daring of him to say that's how she'd die!

"No, it's a fact. You just have to accept it." He touched his own reflection, it seemed to smile at him, and did the same as him, touching its owner in the same manner. They looked like a twin. Yukari averted her eyes to her own reflection in the window, which was now dead.

"Whatever, you're crazy. I don't want to waste my time on someone like you." She turned her heels, trying to get away from there as far as humanly possible. After a few steps, she looked back at the strange boy. He was replanting the limp roses she had blindly stomped earlier. She stared, and stared, and stared, until it frustrates the hell out of her. "Damn it! They are not going to grow!"

He exhaled and stood up, leaning on one leg. "You can't revive them, what are you so upset for? They are not coming back to life even if you destroy all the roses you see." He deadpanned, no longer caring about the lifeless flowers on the ground. He looked at her bleeding legs and fingers, seemed like she had punched a window with her bare hands at some point. "I, too, watched my parents die, and so I was gifted with this." Yukari didn't give any response. "Then I accepted my death."

Did she hear him, right? "Say what?"

Okay, let's clear this up. She met a boy who, like her, could see one's reflection of demise; the dude planted dead roses, and crazily enough, said he had died. Would you blame her if she just decided to hit the dude in the head and left him dying on the road? Then maybe a kind car would run over him.

Yukari was seriously entertaining the idea in her mind when he spoke, "Easy enough, you just have to die." He smirked dully when he saw the girl dropped her jaw, giving him an incredulous look.

She decided she had had enough of his cultish preach. "I'm sorry to have bothered your time, Sir." She once again turned around, walking so fast she sprained her ankle. She fell down hard, hitting her head to ground. She cried aloud, holding her head that felt like it was going to explode anytime soon, though she was sure it was the depression acting up. She tried to get up but her wounded legs, hands, and head gave up on her. When was the last time she had eaten anything? Surely, not having something to digest for two days straight had taken its toll on her, she learned it the hard and humiliating way. Just as she was giving mourns on fate, her eyes are suddenly overshadowed by the boy's figure.

"Before we talk about the heavy things," he paused, staring down silently at her. She once again decided to not give him the merry of a response. He realized what she was thinking, then, with a little move of his lips, he smirked in amusement. "Let's fix you first."

She felt dizzy looking at him.

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My first Persona 3 fanfiction, please forgive the sluggish writing. I'm not sure if I'll upload this or not, but, well, if you're reading this, I'm probably going to facepalm at myself later.

So, kind readers, any thought?

03/06/2016 ~NollyLvn