Chapter I: The Transfer

A butterfly flew close to a speeding train, specifically near to a window where three sets of eyes cast a stare at it.

One has eyes that of a burning flame, comforting, and yet at the same time held a hidden enigma taunting others to reveal its true self. Cheerful, however a little mysterious with the way she looked at it nostalgically.

The other has steel-blue eyes, cold as ice, the glazed surface has sadness and maturity mixed into one. The glance was enough to show he's half-interested at the insect, and wanting to return back to his book.

The last is as the same to the second one, although his has the hint of playfulness and coy reaction. His eyes are darker in shade, but they softened a little, breaking the ice-cold impression of his into a better one.

But even though those eyes are predatory, they melted instantly towards the one with fire-red eyes.

The girl rested her knees on the seat she previously sat, staring intently at the butterfly, while the two boys slouched on their seats, uninterested at the moment. A second later, the one with the cold orbs gazed back coolly at the bug as he is curious as well.

These three were an odd group, like circus freaks, but alone. Together yet mentally apart. The same, but different.

They're three-fourths of a reflection, with one piece missing.

~O~

I looked back at the window, and was mildly surprised to see that the butterfly is gone.

I rubbed my eyes sleepily, wondering it's because I'm just getting a little tired.

"Hamuko," A low voice said through the train sounds. I turned to look at my older brother, Minato. He has a thick blue fringe atop his head, as his ice-cold blue eyes gazed at me with care.

"Sit." He says and pats the seat next to him. On my other side, my other older brother sat rather informally, his mouth open as he tried to snooze. "Forget about Makoto, you know he's not going to wake up regardless of what you'll do." Minato always knew what I was thinking. And my brother actually smiled, he rarely does that because people mistake him as a heartless and cold, demeaning dictator. I sometimes don't complain about it; the next head of the company has to be this way.

"Alright, onii-chan. But you better wake him up before we leave..!" I smiled and hid my mouth as a thoughtful giggle escaped silently. There was a loud grunt as I felt something stir, and two thin yet strong arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist. "Eh, what's that about waking me up, Ha-mu-ko-chan~?" I squealed lightly as Makoto-nii-chan tenderly patted my head. He offered me a sugary smile, which is a mischievous one at that.

"Koto, you're up and about, I see." Minato-nii said, attention turning back to the book he's reading. The other blue-haired teen smirked, the ends of his lips curving slightly to show as if he's mocking his brother, "And I see you're still into that 'no-funny' business look, Ato." He replied sarcastically as I felt his arms removing themselves from me. I heard him sigh as he sat back on his seat, looking bored. I decided to cheer him up a little, "It'll be okay, nii-chan. I'm sure Inaba is a real exciting place!" I smiled at him when he looked surprised, but that look passed away as fast as it appeared.

Makoto placed a hand on my hair again and affectionately ruffled my hair, "Thanks, Hamuko."

"-Due to a malfunction in the switching system, today's rail schedule has been greatly altered. We apologize to any customers who were in a hurry.-"

Well, that doesn't seem to brighten this situation. I sighed glumly and eyed my other brother, who rolled his eyes at the intercom and snapped his book closed. Makoto-nii grunted a bit, before returning to his sleep. I looked down to my feet and decided to sleep a bit more on Makoto-nii-chan's shoulder. I saw Minato-nii's stoic face getting irritated, but he paid no heed to the sudden announcement and placed on a silver set of headphones and passed me the other to kill time. He turned on the music, and the first to blast my ears is a classic, electronic, J-Pop song by Lotus Juice and Yumi Kawamura: Burn My Dread.

~O~

"-The next stop is Yasoinaba-"

"Oy, Ato, this is our stop." I snapped quickly to my twin, who nodded and stood up to retrieve our luggage from the shelf above. I looked over to my little sister and urged her shoulder to wake up, "Hey, Hamuko, we're almost there now." I said softly as I watched her red eyes flutter open and rubbed them with her hand.

I smirked a little as I saddled my duffel bag over my shoulder while waiting for the train to stop. Minato is helping her carry her few boxes while the brunette carefully checked her orange trolley bag. A few minutes later, the countryside started to show a town in the distance, the place me and my siblings are going to stay for the time being. "Look, there it is." Ato pointed out, albeit a little dull since he too wasn't in the mood to move so suddenly. The station came to view, while Hamuko clung at my shoulder, excitement flooding her face.

How can she be so excited when we're going to live in the boonies?

The train finally halted at our stop. Me and the other two were the only ones who got out of the train. I looked around and was really disappointed with what I saw; an extremely, boring looking place. It's quiet too, and a few people were walking around. Peaceful, but what the heck, it's so boring...

Well, this is what we get for having dead parents... "We should get going to the shop." Came Ato's curt voice. We walked down the small steps of the station while my twin strode ahead to the telephone line available at the other side of the road. He's probably going to call our mom's aunt. I felt Hamuko's hand tug at my sleeve and when I turned my attention to her, she smiled prettily at me.

Cutie.

"Ne, nii-chan, will oba-san remember us?"

"What makes you say that, Hamuko-chan~? Of course she remembers us. Probably the fondest memory she could remember of us is when we're still kids." I ruffled her hair affectionately as we walked over to where Minato is. The guy in question is still on the phone

"Hello, Marukyu Tofu Shop..."

"Good afternoon, may I please speak with Mariko Kujikawa." I rolled my eyes at Minato's polite attitude. We barely even know the woman more or less her name.

"Just a second, may I ask who is calling?" Wait, that voice seems familiar...

"This is her nephew, Minato Yuki."

"Oh, right. She'll be here in a moment." "Nii-chan, who is that?" Hamuko inquired the other, who shrugged, "I really don't know; she might be oba-san's helper or something." I felt the corners of my lips curve at the remark.

"A girl, huh... Hm, I bet she could tour me around~" I lightly teased as Minato shot me a glare, silently telling me to clam up. Hamuko gently shook her head, a small frown creased her delicate face. "Makoto-nii, that;s not nice..." I threw my hands in the air, a sign that I gave up. A few minutes later, it seems that oba-san's at the phone now.

"Oh, hello? Mina-chan?" I suppressed a smirk as Minato jabbed a hand to my shoulder to shut up.

"Hello, Mariko-san. It's been a long time."

"Oh, it certainly is! How are you and your siblings?"

"We're doing fine. We just got off the train and we're now at the station."

"I see... Hm, I'll just send my granddaughter to fetch you three. She knows the way, in fact, you three should get along with her." I smiled at the look of annoyance crossing Minato's face once again. He probably doesn't want the trouble at all, but since we don't know where the shop is, he doesn't have a choice.

"Thank you, Mariko-san. We'll wait for her here then."

"Alright, stay safe over there, Mina-chan!" There was a small click and the woman hung up on the phone. Ato placed it back on the receiver and motioned us to sit on the steps of the station to wait for our so-called 'escort'. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked the two after I spotted a vending machine just a few meters from us. Hamuko nodded cheerfully while Minato shrugged. Smirking, I bought two cans of TaP and an Orange Smash for Hamuko. As I helped the girl pop open her drink, I heard footsteps coming towards us, and Minato and I turned to look at what's the commotion.

~O~

I was surprised to see that familiar brown-haired girl that I always see at TV, the idol Risette.

She's this pop star that me and the two always see at evening shows, especially concerts, talk-shows, even the news reports. Her newest song, 'True Story' clearly blew Hamuko away. She's a fan and she used to constantly hog the computer for continuous updates on her fan page, to which me and Makoto facepalm about. But she stopped updating, ever since our parent's death.

What a bitter memory.

"Uh, hey, is that them, Rise-chan?" I didn't notice that she brought along her who seemed to be like her classmates. Or schoolmates. The one who spoke is hazel haired girl with short hair and athletic build. She has a green and yellow jacket wrapped around her waist while her hands are on her hips.

"Yup, that's them alright." Risette nodded and walked towards us. I raised a brow at how casual she is unlike her TV self. "Hey there." The girl waved at us. Hamuko bounced on her feet and squealed excitedly.

"Oh my gosh, it's Risette! Risette is right in front of my eyes!" Hamuko giddily said, looking at the idol from head to toe. I smiled a little at her enthusiasm when Koto spoke up, "Well, I didn't know our escort would be the Risette, it's practically an honor." And without further ado, Koto strode over to where the idol is, and gently kissed her wrist.

I sighed and facepalmed, watching Risette blush like a fresh tomato. "Y-you're a little too forward, huh...geez..." She stammered and looked someplace else, when someone behind her chuckled, "I have never seen you fluster like that, Rise. I thought senpai's the only one who could make you like that. I guess I spoke too soon." The voice came from a gangly like teenager, who has many piercings and haughty expression. His stance is that of someone ready for a brawl, hair obviously bleached and slicked back, while his school attire doesn't seem to be the opposite with that skull t-shirt and his jacket over his shoulders.

Risette-san turned to the bleach-haired teen and blew a raspberry at him. Huh, she's a bit like Hamuko. I stood up from my spot and inclined my head at her, "Risette-san, my name is Minato Yuki, and this is my siblings, Makoto, my twin," I gestured at the smirking blue haired twin of mine, who winked flirtily at the brunette. I rolled my eyes. "And my younger sister, Hamuko." The girl bounded at the other and shook her hand feverishly, "Risette-san, this is an honor to meet you! Will you please give me an autograph?" She sunny smiled as the others sweat-dropped.

"These are my friends, Chie Satonaka," She motioned to the hazel haired girl earlier, who nodded proudly. "And Kanji Tatsumi." The rebel-looking teen grinned at me ruefully. "Yo." He waved while I shrugged.

"Now's not the time for introductions. My siblings and I should go to the shop now and unpack our things." I said firmly, trying to get the conversation back on track again or else Makoto might sweep the girl's feet from her stand.

Not like I'm jealous or anything!

"Risette-san, I think it's about time you take us to where the shop is." I added to the brunette, who nodded, albeit stiffly. "Oh, right! Yes, well, follow me." She then trotted off to the street while Hamuko went ahead to walk beside her and just talk. I'm glad to see her in high spirits. She was talking animatedly of her newest song while Risette replied politely. Makoto and I trudged along with our luggage while the idol's friends, Satonaka-san and Tatsumi walked along with us.

"So, you guys came from the city, huh..?" Satonaka first spoke, at least trying to lower the tension surrounding the four of us. The afternoon sun bathed down at us, not hot, but warm enough to take of our jackets, As I was tying my own to my waist, Makoto attempted to be friendly, for once.

"Yep, all the way from Iwatodai."

"Anything interesting over there...?"

"Hmm, nothing much, although if you count the apathy syndrome victims sitting around and monks drinking their hearts out, no, nothing much really happened." He grinned sadistically, earning myself another facepalm and two from the others. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm ever related to him...

"Er, um, you two know how to sew?" What? That remark came from Tatsumi. I hid my surprise as we stopped to stare at him.

"No."

"Never had a clue."

And thus began our life in the boonies.

~O~

Author's Note: Hello everyone~ I'm back with a new crossover, a Persona 3 x Persona 4 universe into one. In this AU, Minato, Makoto and Hamuko Yuki do not have Death inside them, nor did they experience 'Shadow Time' (Other words, the Dark Hour). But they will still have the Wild Card ability, although they will show their potential sooner or later if I have many reviews.

Please review.

This the story of a broken mirror, with three-fourths of a reflection.