Hey. This will be one of my few chapter-based fanfics, alright? I'm only writing this because I feel I can finish it. And I know that Spoodle-Gamer is looking forward to this little fic (as we've been writing emails to each other daily), which is probably helpful in finishing the story. (hahah)
So, basically, this is the way I see Ken, through Ken's POV. I read a cute little 4koma a while back where Ken asked Minato (the main character) if he could call him 'mom' (to which he had to compete for against Pharos), which lead to my favoring of a 'Ken Arisato' scenario. Doesn't Minato seem like he would be a good mother, anyway?
Anyway, this fic is NOT shotacon, but it is incredibly fluffy and will rot your teeth out if you aren't careful. This will be relatively short, but hopefully enjoyable nonetheless.
Disclaimers for the fiction:
Persona 3, its storylines and its characters are (c) Atlus
My attempt to recreate these character's personalities is personally biased and therefore non-canon.
+CHAPTER ONE+
I had never imagined that I would ever regain a family after my mother died. I had appreciated the hospitality of the students in the dorm, but didn't really see them as a family of mine. I felt out-of-place. I looked towards Akihiko-senpai, who was renowned for being strong despite any disadvantages thrown at him. He had guts to compensate for his relatively slim build, which was often a slight disadvantage in boxing, since a punch is always magnified by how much muscle mass (even from the tips of your toes) could summon the energy for a punch.
I never got too close to Yukari, since she seemed like the typical high school girl. If it weren't for her hurting side, which we all shared as our Personas, I probably wouldn't like her. Mitsuru-senpai was aloof, in her own world of thought that made her eyebrows furrow. I imagine that her first wrinkles would be those thoughtful between-the-eyebrows wrinkles. And Fuuka was kind, but quite overly cautious when she spoke, which made it awkward.
Junpei-san was loud, and sometimes a little annoying, but his good heart made him tolerable. Though it was no contest when I was allowed the chance to avoid him. He was very critical of me, and saw me as a little kid. Shinjiro was also aloof, and I bet his face would always be stuck in an angry scowl. I wondered if a unicorn (other than Minato-san's persona) would appear if he smiled. Aigis was always a little creepy to talk to... I was a little intimidated by the fact that she wasn't human. Koromaru, as the other non-human Persona-user, was a bit easier to spend time with. He was a dog, and had all the best traits of dogs, and was intelligent and would listen patiently if you spoke with him. But best of all, he didn't ask questions.
It took a while for these impressions of everyone in the dorm to change. But my impression of Minato never changed. From the start, I felt him silently radiate kindness and loving, and it was very strange at first. I hung back a bit, trying to distance from him, but he made sure that I was in his sight, and that he was in mine. Perhaps the best part about Minato is that he did not force his concern on me, but rather left himself available for consort or comfort.
At Shinjiro-san's death, I had run away. Akihiko was the one who came for me. I was a little bitter that it wasn't Minato, and I intended to ignore him as a result. I don't know why I reacted that way--perhaps I am still a child at heart. But upon my return, that feeling quickly went away when I saw Minato-san's soft face, barely betraying his worry for me. But unlike Yukari and Fuuka, who smothered me in their expressions of relief, and unlike Mitsuru, who kept her emotions in balance while voicing her own signs of concern, Minato merely stood in the back, looking at me with his silvery eyes. His eyes, which were so full of emotion that I felt myself falling into them. When I looked into those eyes, I could see all of his emotions. Everything he wanted to say, but wouldn't spare his voice for, lest someone who the statement was not directed towards should hear it.
I found myself trailing him like a baby duckling a lot after that. He said nothing, and it wasn't very obvious to anyone else (or at least I liked to think so). Without thinking one night, I woke from a nightmare, shaking and crying, and wobbled into Minato's room. I moved as silently as I could, but my sniffling woke him up and he rolled over to look at me. The surprise in those silver-dollar eyes was a little surprising in and of itself, and I blinked. The surprise quickly turned to concern, and he voiced his private message to me in the dark, silent bedroom, "Ken-kun, what's wrong?" His voice was so soft. If one didn't know better, one would think he was a mute. As soft as his speech was, his vocal cords must have very rarely been used. But that voice was calming. It was soft, and subtle, like a gentle breeze against my tear-stained cheeks and red-hot ears. I tried to reply, a pitiful squeak escaping me. When I tried to use my vocal cords, I found myself gasping for breath and sobbing again. Minato sat up in his bed, offering space for me. I didn't approach at all. "Ken-kun..." his sweet voice ushered again. It felt so familiar... this comfort...
"I-I h-h-h-had a n-n-n-nightm-mare," I finally whimpered. I sobbed a bit more, the words bringing back the images that had startled me so violently that they had woken me from sleep. I tried not to shake, and I hugged my shoulders, which made breathing harder on me. Minato reached out towards me, pulling my arms out and holding my hands in his.
"Come on," he whispered gently, smiling reassuringly, "Sleep in here tonight." I looked at his eyes, and saw the rest of his message. 'I'll protect you,' he said with his stormy silver eyes. Those beautiful eyes, the gateway into his soul. His real voice. With a nod, I crawled under his sheets, and snuggled up against him. He draped an arm around my shoulder, and rested his face in my hair. His steady breathing calmed mine, and my sobs faded as he gently rubbed my back. "Good night, Ken-kun," his breezy voice whispered to me.
"...G'night, mum..." I mumbled. I felt his hand stop on my back for a brief second, before giving me a gentle squeeze.
"You want to... adopt him?" Mitsuru asked skeptically. She eyed me before turning her gaze back to Minato. "Why is that?"
"On what premises are we keeping him here?" Minato asked. I was a little surprised with the firmness of his voice. The determination behind it. His vocal eyes nearly glowed with that same flame.
"Well, that's complicated..."
"And this is a simple solution," Minato objected before Mitsuru could find more words to support her arguement. Not only was Minato a good fighter, he was incredibly good with debate. He started with a shaking statement and barely allowed the other side to argue against it. But the genius of it was that he let them make at least one statement, to which he very swiftly retaliated. I can't imagine even Mitsuru being able to compete against him. Minato truly was the ace of all trades. "I don't want to loose him to uncertainty. Not only is he invaluable as a member of S.E.E.S., I have personal feelings towards him, and want to be able to protect him. I want him to stay with us. Perhaps, even selfishly, I want him to stay with me."
"...I really don't know how to respond to all of this..." Mitsuru admitted weakly. Minato had beaten her before she had ever gotten back up.
"Is this... even legal?" Junpei asked, a skeptical look on his face.
"I was wondering that, too," Yukari asked, a little questionable herself, "Ken-kun, are you sure you're fine with this?"
"Of course!" I responded quickly, unlike how I usually answered these guys. Normally, I would respond slowly, working the words over in my head. But I decided to do the same as Minato, and to try and plow my statement out into the open before the gates closed. "I... really love Minato! He doesn't try and force me to feel better, and when I'm sad, he doesn't say anything. He just holds his arms open and lets me seek comfort. My... my mom used to do that." I sighed. I figure that's why Minato was always my favorite, is because he reminded me of my mom. "I'd rather live with Minato than with any of my other relatives anyway. Minato cares more about me than they do. They just pity me, they don't care at all about me."
"Ken-kun..." Yukari sighed, a worried look on her face. It was soon replaced with a little smile. "You two are kinda cute. You're like little clones." I looked up at Minato, and he looked down at me. I realized then that we had been standing in the exact same fighting stance, wearing the same expression on our faces, and even keeping the same tone to our voices. Minato's soft laugh came from him, quiet and cute. My own laugh came from me, and although I didn't dislike my laugh, it surely didn't compare to how beautiful Minato's was. I smiled at him. Everything about him was perfect, or balanced. I knew then that Minato was the person that I wanted to be. Mitsuru's surrendering sigh brought our attention back to the matter.
"If that's what you both want, I suppose we can arrange it," she said cautiously. Big smiles covered not only our faces, but everyone else's, as well. Minato always got what he wanted, anyway.
Now I could really devote myself to Minato. I could really consider myself as having a parent. I finally had a mom again.