Disclaimer: I do not own Atlus, but I own a copy of Persona 4! Unfortunately, the data became corrupted, so I'm not going to play the game anymore.
Please check out my P4 tribute slideshow videos on Youtube as well!! My name there is 'Hikasu3445'.
Meh, screw my plans!! I'll write whatever the hell I want!
In other P4-related news: It was Adachi Toru's birthday on Feburary 1st!!! No, seriously! I made a slideshow tribute for his birthday too on Youtube! Check it out!
A/N: This is really, really short...and full of crack.
I wrote this mainly because I wanted Naoto to throw Kanji through a glass window for no reason in particular...:P
Kanji always knew that this day would come. Still, he would have rather had it never happen in the first place. That's why, as he walked down the corridor towards Naoto's room wearing a pink apron and carrying a tray with the bluenette's breakfast on it, he considered dropping everything and running away as fast as possible.
'I mustn't be afraid...I mustn't be afraid...I mustn't be afraid...' Kanji thought to himself, taking in several deep breaths of air.
His hand shook as he placed it over the doorknob. An eerie silence sent a chill up Kanji's spine.
'Maybe...she's still asleep...' Kanji figured, and he opened the door...
"...Naoto-kun?"
...only to narrowly dodge a bullet that whizzed past his ear. His right eye twitched slightly.
"GODDAMMIT, KANJI, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!! I WANT MY FOOD, DAMMIT!!!" Naoto snapped furiously, smoke still raising from her pistol.
Kanji grimaced. "I fuckin' hate PMS...!" he muttered under his breath.
Naoto's eyes widened, and she began charging straight at her pitiful boyfriend. "I HEARD THAT, YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!!!"
Kanji let out a high-pitched squeal, and tried to run, but Naoto was too fast for him. Naoto lifted Kanji over her head, and roared in fury as she threw the poor guy right out the window without hesitation.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR PISSING ME OFF!!!" Naoto snapped. She looked over at the tray. "AND YOU BURNT THE TOAST, YOU FAGGOT!!!"
Lying in a puddle of his own blood, with shards of glass sticking into his back, Kanji decided it would be much safer to just stay in this position for the rest of the day...