A/N: This is a prompt I'm filling out for badbadbathouse. Well, it was already filled, but it inspired me so here we are. I'm still trying to get a feel for the P4 characters so if something doesn't sound right, please don't hesitate to let me know. That's what the reviews are for, ne? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

In Me It Shows

Chapter 1: Positive

Naoto rubbed her hands nervously as she paced in her bathroom. She bit her lip, exhaling a shaky breath as her fingers twitched. How did she get herself into this mess? Stupid. The whole thing was entirely stupid. And reckless. Don't forget reckless and not at all like her. Then again, she had been behaving differently since she had joined the team. The changes were subtle at first, no doubt brought on by facing herself and gaining her Persona . . . but perhaps more so at being accepted by peers her own age.

Sad as it may be to say, this was the first time she ever really had friends. She was not the only one though . . .

Kanji Tatsumi . . .

Naoto looked at the device on the sink as she juggled the name in her mind. This really was his fault, wasn't it? She sighed. No, that wasn't fair to say . . . though now that she thought about it, perhaps it had truly started when she had met him.

He had a crush on her. Being a detective, she was somewhat shamed that it had taken Rise nearly spelling it out for her to realize this. In her defense, her mind was focused on reading the intentions of murdering madmen, not love sick high school students. That and her . . . unfortunate social ineptitude and inexperience left her at a disadvantage. It really wasn't fair. Not that it mattered though. She was a detective investigating a series of murders. She hadn't the time for trivial relations. Besides, though she viewed Kanji as a reliable ally, she wasn't interested in him.

Or so she thought.

Even in retrospect, as she waited for her fate to be revealed, she wasn't sure when or what had caused her to start feeling differently around him. Perhaps it was the mutual understanding she felt from him. Someone else who knew what it felt like to be utterly alone. Maybe it was when he had come to see her when she stepped outside during the beauty pageant, feeling absolutely flustered. Or the time he had snapped at her to 'get it together' when Nanako was in the hospital – not mincing words or condescending to her – just straight up telling her.

Did it really matter? End result was the same.

Before she knew it, her heart started fluttering when Kanji was around and the tiniest blushes would appear on her cheeks. She did her best to repress it. She was on an investigation after all. She hadn't the time for relationships of that manner. Besides, Kanji Tatsumi? He just wasn't her type. But the more she fought it, the harder her heart would pound, the more her breath would quicken until she felt like something inside of her would rupture. Well, something certainly ruptured the day she allowed herself to cuddle against his chest, his arms encircling her gently but securely. Types be damned. She didn't know how she got there, but she was in love.

It was still a stupid thing to do. So stupid she, of course, found herself doing it multiple times.

Their first time was nearly disastrous. They were both nervous, inexperienced, and Kanji was so afraid he was going to hurt her. They got the hang of it after a while and holy cow – Kanji was a surprisingly good lay. They used protection of course. They weren't completely stupid about it . . . .

Didn't matter. The telltale signs came first in the form of mild cramping and bleeding. What Naoto first passed off as a light period came back in the form of nausea and vomiting. Food poisoning, she had thought, until last week at school. She had felt lightheaded as she and Rise were walking from class on their first break, then the next thing she knew, one if the male students was picking her up off the floor and carrying her to the nurse.

Naoto sighed. She was a detective. She couldn't ignore the mounting evidence. All that remained was testing her theory, but never in her life had she ever wished her intuition was wrong. She glanced at her wrist watch and pursed her lips. The results should be ready now . . . she took a deep breath and approached the sink. Snatching up the pregnancy test before her hands had a chance to hesitate; she felt her throat grow tight. Her eyes locked on the little pink plus sign and her grip tightened. She stepped back slowly until her back hit the wall and from there she slid to the floor, her eyes never leaving the test until her hand dropped to her side. She leaned her head back until it too bumped the wall as she groaned inwardly.

How could she be so stupid?

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A/N: The next part should be out very soon. Maybe later today if all goes well. Pleeeeease let me know what you think, even if you don't necessarily have something good to say. I accept all criticism so long as it's not senseless flaming. Please review!