Persona 3, Tempest
Tempest: A violent commotion, disturbance or tumult.
(It is also a name for wind storm)
Warning!! Contains spoilers!!: Contains spoilers pertaining to the end of Persona 3 and spoilers for The Answer (Episode Aegis). Also, Mild Persona 4 spoiler, although I am yet to play P4, so I am unsure how much of a spoiler it is. Sorry.--
Rating: I am gonna try to keep it Teen for now, rated for language.
Pairings: Yukari X OC, Yukari X Minato X Elizabeth, Akihiko X OC, Mitsuru X OC, Junpei X Chidori
Summary: It has been over two years since the original story ended. He gave everything to protect them, and made the ultimate sacrifice. She thought that she could move on, even though the past kept tugging at her back, nearly causing her to destroy the very friendships she held dear, just for a slim, but star crossed chance to save him. Finally after all is said and done, Yukari has started her life over in a new school with a new boyfriend. But what will she do when she suddenly finds herself standing face to face again with Minato Arisato? Yukari Centric.
Chapter One: College
Yukari POV
The minutes seemed to pass by like hours, as I stared at the clock on the wall. My mind was an absolute fuzz by now. The kind induced by severe boredom. Professor Ebisawa-san's sociology lecture drabbled on in the background. This guy had to be the most boring teacher in the history of Japan. And here I thought it could never get worse than Ekoda-san's lectures back in high school. Finally after an eternity, the clock struck 3:50 pm. The class was over. I quickly got up and shoved my book and notes into my book bag and headed out the door with the rest of the students.
Through the noise of other students laughing and talking around me, I heard a female voice call out my name. I looked up and waved at my room mate Hayata Midori-san as she walked past, in the opposite direction, getting swallowed up by the crowd. She was on her way to her final class of the day, Me, however, I was on my way to archery practice.
I was in my second year of college at Waseda University, majoring in education. My hopes were to become a high school composition teacher. It may seem strange, but back at Gekkoukan, Toriumi-san became a big inspiration to me during my senior year. When I had my career counseling at the end of my junior year with Toriumi-san, who was also my homeroom teacher at the time, I told her that I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do. I mentioned how I always wanted to be a teacher, but I wasn't sure on the subject. She brought up how I had outstanding writing skills, and how I was always willing to help out other students in class who were having trouble. She suggested for my senior year that I tutor underclassmen in composition, which I did. After that, everything just fell into place. Now here I am at one of Japan's top universities with a full scholarship, fulfilling my wish to be a teacher.
The grass on the archery field was still a damp from all of the recent rain we just had. I hated having to practice on a soggy range. It somehow always managed to leak into my shoes, not to mention trying to hold your stance on slippery grass was a pain in the butt. And I absolutely despised the squishy sound wet grass made when you walk over it. Disgusting!
My aim had really been improving over the years. I wish it had been better back when I needed it most though, battling the shadows. However trying to hit a moving, target is a lot different than a stationary one. That is obvious. I sometimes wondered if I had been better in battle, maybe I could have been more help, to him in particular.
He always told me not to value my usefulness on my fighting abilities alone. Without me as the focal point of healing the group, we never would have made it as far as we had. I remember one particular moment he and I had alone together towards the end. I was feeling all bent out of shape about him having to rescue me from a shadow I couldn't handle on my own yet again. I remember the look he had in is eyes as we sat together, and he told me how even in the face of our own deaths, the burden of humanity resting on our shoulders alone, I was the one person that gave him the strength to continue on. He said that between a sulking Junpei, and a hard-headed Akihiko, I was like a breath of fresh air with my upbeat personality and positive morale. I think that maybe it was that moment that I fell for him the hardest.
A male voice calling out my name pulled me back to my senses. I turned around face to face with the owner of that voice. My eyes stared into his, beautiful yet piercing grey orbs, partially covered by shiny black hair that he could never seem to keep from falling into his face.
"…Yukari, are you ok? You look really out of it." He asked, concern in his voice.
"I'm fine. I've… just had a lot on my mind lately. Class is starting to get really hard, you know what I mean?" I responded with a smile.
"Yeah tell me about it." He said with a sigh, "I have three tests this week alone. I was wondering if you wanted to do something together after practice, since it might be ending soon." He continued, looking up at the ominous clouds boiling up in the sky above our heads.
"Ugh… not again." I pouted. "Haven't we gotten enough rain this week?" Just then thunder crackled in the distance. The archery coaches blew their whistles and indicated to everyone that it was time to pack up.
"Hey I gotta go put my stuff away, I'll see you in a few." With that he leaned over, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed off.
Onoe Jiro-san and I started dating at the end of our first year in college. We had the same math class and were both on the archery team. Jiro was tall, athletic, and handsome, with straight, unruly jet black hair, grey eyes and a light complexion. He 's smart, and kind, but he was also very quiet and at times shy. He reminded me very much of "him". I sighed as a wave of guilt passed through me, the rain started to come down as I watched Jiro run off. Did I like Jiro so much because of who he is… or was it because he is so much like … Minato?