Disclaimer: I don't own the Persona series, Atlus does. If I did, I wouldn't be writing an original persona story right about now. I would just make a game of it right away.


"Take care!"

"Have a safe trip!"

"We'll miss you!"

I have been told such empty words…


'Ugh, I feel like utter crap,"

My eyes wandered to the car window beside the passenger's seat I was occupying and saw multiple buildings blur as we pass by them. The window showed my reflection ever so slightly; choppy auburn hair, and violet eyes and all. Outside there were people walking or chatting with each other. Even from a glance I could tell that every single one of them know each other.

"So, are you excited?" I heard from the person sitting next to me yet I didn't tear my eyes away from the window.

"Excited about what?"

"You know; new school, new home, new beginnings…"

"'New beginnings?'" I turned around to face my companion, an eyebrow raised at him. "Seriously, Dad, you don't have to be so corny about it."

My adoptive father, Akimitsu Nakano, merely laughed at my remark. Being in his mid-thirties, people would be shocked that he's my father. But back at our old home everyone knew that I was adopted so that rarely happened. "Well, aren't you cranky today?"

"Well, I did stay up late packing last night," I smiled at him.

"You could have asked for my help."

"It's all right. You were busy and had a lot more things to pack. Like those big-ass law books for example."

"You could have helped me, then," he chuckled and I joined him.

"Listen, why don't you sleep for a bit more? We still have a long way to go before reaching the town," I happily obliged after hearing that. I closed my eyes and blocked everything out. Soon enough, I was drifting off to sleep.


"Hello," my eyes slowly fluttered at the sound of a foreign voice. "And welcome to the Velvet Room."

I slowly raised my head and in front of me I saw an old man with a ridiculously long nose, elf-like ears, and bulging eyes. Beside him were a yellow eyed man who platinum blonde hair and was wearing what seemed to me like a blue conductor's uniform. It seemed fitting especially after looking around the place. The room looked like a blue themed train compartment; the couches were blue and so were the curtains. Anything other than that was either of the color black or silver. The only source of light was coming from a window. The room was dark and mysterious but oddly enough I didn't feel even the slightest bit frightened by the situation.

The old balding man spoke once more.

"My name is Igor," he said slowly as if trying to let me process everything. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

He then pointed to the other man standing near the door leading outside the compartment. "This is my assistant Matthias."

"It is truly wonderful meeting you," Matthias said with a curt nod.

"This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter," Igor explains. "It is a room that only those who are bound by a 'contract' may enter. It may be that such a fate awaits you in the near future. And I can tell that it is such an intriguing one."

'Contract? But I've never even signed one,' I thought to myself.

"Now then, why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Michi Nakano," I answered.

"I see…"

"Why am I here?" I asked trying to get to the point.

"You are here to fulfill something that has been failed to be done."

"Failed to be done?" I repeated obviously confused.

"We shall attend to the details another time," he completely ignored my question. "Until then, farewell."


"We're here," I heard my father say.

My eyes shot open and I noticed that the car finally stopped at the destination. 'That was such a weird dream…'

I sat up straight and stretched my arms trying to wake myself up.

"Good morning sleepyhead," I turned to look at my dad and smiled. "Something the matter?"

It was no use trying to hide it. I'd be lying if I said that the dream didn't bother me even for a bit.

"It's nothing. Just had a weird dream is all," I told him as we both got out of the car to get some fresh air.

"Oh? What was it about?"

"I don't know, really. Something about fate and fulfilling something. It was weird."

"That is weird," he agreed. "Just don't let it get to you. Remember, they're just dreams."

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore. Of course I know that."

"You'll always be 'my little girl' to me," he said laughing as he ruffled my hair. "Speaking of which, your birthday's in a few days. Any plans in mind?"

"Not really. Although going out to celebrate would be nice."

"Anything specific? It is your sixteenth birthday after all."

"Meh."

"Good answer. Now why don't we bring all of our things in the new house before we bother anyone out here?"

We started helping the moving crew bring mountains of boxes into the house. It wasn't big but it wasn't small either. It was just right for two people. It matched the place as well. The town was big but it didn't have that much huge buildings like in the capital. It sort of looked humble for a big place.

Setting the final box down on the floor, my dad and I finally took a break and slumped on the couch.

"Why did we have to own so much crap…?" I complained.

"Even I don't know the answer to that myself. And watch that language."

"Come on, it wasn't that bad."

Ignoring what I had said, he stood up and stretched his arms in front of him. "All right then kiddo, let's start unpacking all of this crap."

I groaned at what I heard and plopped my face into the couch. "Seriously, can't we at least sleep for a bit? Besides, dad, you look like a zombie right now," I pointed a finger at him. "Also, you just said 'crap.'"

"I'm fine and you already slept in the car on the way here. Now get up, we'll just unpack half of these and finish the rest tomorrow."

"But what about school?"

"Nice try, but school doesn't start 'til Monday. That's half a week away."

"Fine…"


"Well that takes care of that."

I had finally finished unpacking all of my clothes and fixing my bed. I slumped down on my bed and looked around my new room. It wasn't big but it sort of felt empty despite having already put away all my things in the designated places. There was my bed, my desk, a small carpet, a violet bean bag chair, and a closet with a small book shelf attached to it. I had this feeling that no matter how many things I put in my room I would never be able to fill the void.

"'New beginnings,' huh?" I said to no one in particular. I thought of what my father had told me in the car: 'new beginning.' But what good will new beginnings be when everything somehow ends one way or another? Perhaps this time it would be different. Perhaps there wouldn't be any emptiness in the words.

A knock came from the other side of my door and my dad peaked in.

"Can I come in?"

"Well, your head's already through the door so, yeah, go right ahead," I answered. He went in my room and looked around.

"It seems like you're done packing," he said as he went to fix his short tousled brown hair. A few grey strands popping out here and there. "What's say you and I go out to eat? Bet you're hungry."

"Starving."

"All righty then. I heard there's this mall that serves amazing food at the food court."

"Is it far?"

"A few minutes by car."

"As long as we're not walking."


The car ride was short and it mostly consisted of conversations regarding plans after moving in while listening to dad's odd taste in music. Odd for me anyway.

We soon reached the mall and parked the car. The mall felt refreshing to say the least what with all the fountains and the open spaces. We went inside the first restaurant that caught our eye. It was a small restaurant that served beef bowls. My dad and I sort of had this agreement that if the restaurant was not that well known, it was a good place to eat. We were usually right most of the time. Usually… I was just glad that this was one of those times.

Dad called a waitress over so that we could order. she looked to be around my age. She had wavy shoulder length brown hair and was wearing an apron and a bandana over her hair

"Dad, I can't eat anymore," I said pushing the small sized bowl away from me.

"Come on, it's just a few more bites."

"But-"

"Hey what did I say about not finishing what you started?"

"It's just a beef bowl."

"What did I say about not finishing what you started?" he repeated.

"It never does anything other than keep the work hanging," I sighed.

"Very good. Now finish your beef bowl."

"Dad, you're so weird…"


I finished the entire bowl after a few more bites and I could not have been fuller. The food was good but having to eat 'til you feel sick is pure torture.

Dad called the same waitress over for the bill. After that, we were about to go home but were stopped after someone tapped my shoulder.

"Um, excuse me, miss, you seemed to have left this at your table," she held out my handkerchief.

"Oh, thank you."

"Be more careful with your things next time," my dad said.

"Sorry. Thanks again," gave a small bow with a smile that felt forced. "But we really must get going now."

"Don't mention it," the waitress said and bowed as we were about to take our leave. "Please come again."


I stared at the ceiling of my now dark room trying to go to sleep. I couldn't help but think of the restaurant we ate at. Both of us were the same somehow; we watch people come and go not knowing when or if they will come back. 'Please come again,' it was like it was hoping that those people would come back to fill the empty spaces. The only difference is that I stopped hoping a long time ago.

And with those thoughts, I blocked everything out and drifted off to a blissful sleep.


So I decided to make my own Persona fanfic. It's gonna be an original story though but I plan on adding a few characters from the previous Persona games as cameos or possibly a character with a big role. I'll also try to include some characters from the first two Persona games but I'm not sure how that's gonna work out since I know nothing about their stories. But I'll try to do some research.

Please tell me what you guys think :)

-Phire