THE FIRST CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED!!!

I realized that I wrote this before I had a computer at home, so I couldn't use a spell checker. I have aquired one, so I figured it was time to do some corrections.

The story should be much more tollerable now. There were SO many mistakes. I'm sure I got them all now though.

Chapter 1

Making a quick left Junpei made his way down the stairs in Port Island Station only to be face to face with none other than a rogue shadow, surrounded by coffins. "There you are, you're not getting any of them." He said, sword in hand. Fuuka had noticed a shadow slip out of Tartarus on their last episode, and it had been running a muck for the last few days. Finally, it showed itself, nothing too terrible, and it was weak to fire, Junpei's specialty. "Hermes!" He quickly drew his evoker and in a blinding flash and Agidyne spell hit the monster at full force, killing it instantly. "Huh." Junpei sighed as his persona faded away.

"Why so down Junpei?" Fuuka's voice sounded in his head. "You got him."

"Eeh. I know." He put his sword away and stretched. "I was just hoping for more of a challenge. I one-shotted him."

"Hehe." She laughed. "You really are starting to sound like Akihiko. But look at it like this, you've become much stronger."

"Yeah, yeah." He said.

"The dark hour's almost over, you should head home."

"I guess." As he began to turn to go back up the stairs, not quite past the corner, something caught his eye. He had noticed there were a lot of coffins in the 'pit'; normally there were a lot of people down there, but this was more than usual. That's when he saw it. On the green barrel in the corner was money, and something else. Approaching the pile of cash, he saw that there were more than a dozen little white sticks of paper, neatly rolled and sacked into a pyramid. It was then that his heart was in his throat. If he hadn't have found the shadow as quickly as he did, he might have still been around when the dark hour left, and he would have been right in the middle of a drug deal. "Mmm?" Noticing a purse by the steps leading to the Maj-hong hall, he knew it belonged to a girl in the class next to his own. He also knew she was a bitch.

He glanced back to the stack of joints and the money, looking to be around $120, which wasn't a whole lot. "So it's her crew down here..." He got a devious smile and rubbed his hands together with evil intent. "Let's make some waves shall we." Grabbing all the money and the joints, he wrapped them in the bills an began to walk off. "Let's see how fun your Saturday night is now." With a proud smile on his face, he walked off.

Making his way past some shops on the way to the dorm, he tossed the money into a donation bin for the local hospital, then quickly looking for a garbage bin to dispose of the drugs, the dark hour finally dissipated and everyone returned to normal. "Shit." He quickly searched his pockets. He remembered that he had a sandwich bag from lunch he forgot to toss. He slipped the joints into the bag with no one noticing and then jammed them back in his coat pocket. Doing his best to look as cool as a cucumber, he continued to walk home.

Finally, Junpei made it back to the front steps of his dorm and sighed. It was only when his hand touched the knob that he realized that everyone was still up, and there was no running from them. 'I'll just put them in my room and flush them at school tomorrow.' He didn't want the chance of having the toilet clog a home and have to explain why there was Marijuana in the sump-pump water.

"Welcome back." Mitsuru said as he passed into the dorm. "I've been informed that all wen well, good job Iori."

"Thanks." He said with as much certainty as he could muster. He noticed that Fuuka, Mitsuru and Koromaru were the only one's who stayed up, so that was a little less stress, he relaxed more.

"You should get to bed, I happen to know your class is reviewing for the exams tomorrow."

Junpei hung his head.

"Exams are in a week. You'd best review." Mitsuru said in her usual 'I shouldn't have to tell you this' tone.

"If you like Junpei, I could study with you tomorrow." Fuuka said supportingly.

"Sure." He fake yawned, it was convincing. "For now, I'm goin' to bed. See you in the morning." He turned and began to walk.

"Oh Iori." Mitsuru said.

Junpei's heart was in his throat, but he managed to keep cool. "Yes, Mitsuru-senpai?" She held out her hand to him. "What?" He knew it, she could smell the weed in his pocket. He thought the bag would hold the scent, but obviously not.

"Your evoker's due for a tune up. I'll bring it to Ikutsuki and have it back to you tomorrow." She looked at him, straight in the eyes.

"Oooh." Blood pressure finally dropping, he reached around his back, undid the buckle and handed the holster with the evoker still in it.

"Thank you...are you alright?" She sensed his uneasiness.

Finally calming down all the way, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm just beat."

After saying goodnight to the two girls, he headed off to his room. Flopping back on his bed, he pulled the bag from is coat pocket. None of the contents of the bag broke, they were all still there. But that smell, it was still coming through. Looking around his room for something to put it in, he only found another bag. Placing it in the second sandwich bag, he continued to search. Success! He found the old box to his hand held game system. Opening it, he found the manual and nothing more. "Perfect." He slid the double bagged joints into the small box and nonchalantly tossed it beneath his bed.

Laying down in his bed, he regretted donating all the money, he wanted Hagakure for lunch the following day, had he have kept it all, someone would have noticed him spend it, but $10 wouldn't have hurt. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep with dreams of yummy ramen.

The sun rose and was up several hours before Junpei. He got out of bed and began to get dressed, yawning the whole way. He knew that there was a review that day that he was not looking forward to, he left his door half open, just to get his room some air, the window was open as well, so he knew there'd be a cross breeze.

Heading down the stairs and out the door, he let out another yawn. After a short walk and a bottle of coffee milk from the vending machine, he finally made his way past the gates of the school.

He overheard a conversation in passing. "They were both there, hands both showing and then the money and the junk just disappeared." One girl, with a familiar voice sounded. "We had plans and everything for tonight too."

"Freaky. Did you check everyone?" The other girl asked.

Junpei froze.

"Yeah, pockets, secret pockets, purses, even hair! Nothing. They were gone. Now we have to find someone else." She said, planting a fist on her waist.

'I forgot them.' He said in his mind. No sooner than the thought crossed his mind when the bell rang. He seemed to be regretting taking the drugs in the first place, because now, he had forgot them beneath his bed, and there was no school the following day. 'I'm sure they're safe, I'll get rid of them on Monday.'

Once again, Junpei forgot about the several grams of weed under his bed ad carried on throughout the day as normal. Right until the end of the day, on his way to his little locker, he heard the same girl talking with her friend.

"I know, I know. Real lucky, I'm glad we found him." She sounded pleased with herself.

"So how did the test go?" A different friend from the morning asked.

"Oh, it was great. It was like it was just me, and the test, no pressure." She waved both her hands out to her sides o show a smooth motion. "It was great."

The other girl leaned in and spoke in a quieter tone, Junpei could still hear her. "Do you always write your tests while you're high?"

She nodded. "I did it once last year, and I got awesome marks, I could just concentrate so much better. So kept doing it. We should give it a try next time we have a composition test together."

They giggled. "Sure." The other girl said.

"Now come on, I'm starting to crash and I need some food. Burn out sucks, it's the only bad thing about doing it during the day. I sleep like a baby when I do it before bed."

They walked off, chatting about various things that couldn't be made out past the doors of the school. Junpei put his indoor shoes away and put his sneakers back on. He knew it was foreshadowing some terrible event.

If he'd have run home, someone would have suspected something, so decided to go to the manga face to relax for a while, dozing off in the process. Then, he went home as casual as he could; this time, he didn't forget about the Marijuana, he needed to get rid of it now. He also stopped at the shrine on the way home and drew a 'worst luck' fortune. Hoping it was referring to something else, like the exams coming up, he opened the door to the dorm.

"Hey." Yukari said as Junpei walked through the doors of the dorm.

"Hey." He mirrored her response.

She continued to walk by and lean over the couch to Akihiko. "I cleaned out my make-up bag and tried to flush the old cotton balls...and they got stuck."

He placed his gloves down. "You want me to unclog it?"

"Pleeeese?" She folded her hands.

He sighed. "Alright." He stood up and turned around to see Junpei standing at the door. "Ah, good timing. I'm going to unclog the toilet, save me the trip and go to the basement and turn on the pump."

Junpei's heart sank as far as it could. He knew he was lined up for trouble. "No problem."

After fighting with the pump in the basement, he headed upstairs, to the second floor. On the way to his room, he could see that the door was still open, it was then he remembered he left the door in to air it out while he was gone. Upon further inspection, he noticed that someone was in his room.

"Huh...? Mitsuru-senpai?" He approached his room and entered to find not only Mitsuru, but Kurosawa as well. "Wh-what the hell!? Kurosawa-san? What's going on here!?" He said as if he didn't already know, he had been busted.

"Iori!?" Mitsuru said with surprise. "Where were you? I've been trying to contact you!"

He panicked inwardly, but managed to keep a calm countenance. "Huh? Oh, uh...it was hot, and the AC was busted, so I went to the manga cafe and fell asleep..."

She heaved a relieved sigh. "Well, I'm just glad you're safe." She though for a moment. "But if it wasn't an attack, then it must have been theft... Why would the burglar target this room...?"

"Theft?" Had the dealer he took the weed from have found out who he was and where he lived?

"Wat else could it be? Someone clearly tore though the room looking for something." Mitsuru clenched her fist tight, a determined look on her face. "Vandalizing a school dorm... When I find out who did this, I'll see to it that he or she is executed."

Suddenly, it started to make sense to him.

"Well son." The police officer approached him. "Sounds like you've got a death sentence." They both looked shocked. "How about it Iori? Was this room, in fact, vandalized?" He asked the youth who was no longer trembling.

"Uh...heh hehe...well..." He said with slight disgrace. "My room always looks like this..."

"Wh-what!?" She looked from side to side, trying to grasp the situation better. "B-but..." She locked eyes with the police officer and then to Junpei. "You can't possibly live here in this state, can you!?" She held out her finger to point toward the door. "A-and...the door was open."

"Oh, right..." He shoved his thumbs in his pockets, letting the rest of his hand lay over the side. "I wanted to air the place out while I was gone. No one we don't know ever comes around, so..."

Mitsuru looked down, a shame laden look adorn her face.

Officer Kurosawa breathed in deeply. "I think this case is closed. May I return to my duties, Miss Kirijo?"

"Oh...yes..." She said, somewhat distant. "I'm...sorry you had to see something so disgraceful."

Junpei couldn't help but be a little offended. Kurosawa took his leave and Mitsuru approached Junpei, not making any eye contact. "I apologize for all of this...It seems my upbringing may have been more sheltered than I realized..." Following in Kurosawa's footsteps, she left Junpei's room, this time, closing the door behind herself.

He stood there, dumbfounded. "C'mon, at least yell at me or something!? What's the deal with you calling the police over a messy room, anyway!? What did I do to deserve this!?" He thought. "Hey, wait..." He remembered the shrine. "That fortune I drew on the way back...It WAS 'worst luck'..." He glanced over his shoulder to his bed. "Well, at least they didn't find the weed." He turned and sat on his bed, relaxing, finally, after a long and stressful day. Only one more day before he could dispose of the unwanted material.

That scene is what actually spawned this fic. I thought he looked a little more freaked out for someone who didn't do anything wrong...just seemed suspicious.

For those of you who haven't played "Persona 3 FES", the scene in Junpei's room is from a tape recording that you watch in the command room. I pretty much copied it word for word, so I don't take credit for it, but it was necessary to link it properly, the descriptions are mine though. :) And the rest is mine too.