Prologue: The Meeting

Tokyo: the capital of Japan. A city which endears culture and etiquette to the mass, whether local or foreigners. It serves as a reminder to Japan of the great ethnicity of its citizens and the talents that they offer to the world. Usually, the city offers some of the most well-known products such as sushi and kimonos, both local pieces of art which draw the attention of the outside world.

While Japan is indeed famous for not only its products, but also for its rich history and culture, it also has its bad side every now and then. Oh, it's nothing special; just the usual superiority over others and the bullying, young and old. Nothing much that differentiates them from the outside world.

It is summer as we speak and it's also Saturday. The hot sun in the high skies gleam over Tokyo, its rays touching everything that moves or doesn't move. Upon a particular area, a park; the trees, grass and people received the full force of the heat. Beads of sweat form on the park visitors' faces, but that did not stop them from coming here. Summer is a good way to bring the best out of stuff we usually take for granted. Take example of an ice-cream truck that was placed right outside the park. Children and adults both yearn for cold food to stick into their mouths, going into a blissful trance of coolness that exists only in ice-cream.

A boy sits quietly on a bench at the park's square beside an elderly woman. He wears a small blue t-shirt and black shorts. His hair is adorably messy with one hair sticking out like a sore thumb. Currently, the ice cream in his right hand was all he cared about. Licking every goodness out of it, he cherished the new cotton candy flavor that recently became a boom. (Try it. It's flippin' good.)

The elderly woman smiled at his antics. She moved her head to view the park in itself. Wearing a dull-yellow blouse and orange long skirt, she adjusts her straw hat, adorned with a flower on the side of it, to cover herself under the shade of the item away from the glaring light of the orb in the sky. She watched the kids eating the same type of ice-cream with their parents under a large bountiful tree. She gave an evident smile at them, glad that they're appreciating the weather.

"Hey, Mom?" her son, the boy who was right beside her, asked for her attention. She turned and said,

"Yes, dearie?"

"I was wondering. When is Dad coming back?" Ah, the question that the boy had always asked every day without fail. It doesn't mean that he disliked his mother, no. It's just that he leans more on his father than her. It's not to say that it hurt her, but it does give her trouble on explaining her son about what his father does for a living.

She patted his head and answered, well more like asked, "Well, when do you think he's coming back?"

"He's coming back right before the fesdival!" the boy had finished his his ice-cream and gobbled up the cone rather humorously and cutely in the mother's eyes. He pushed himself off the bench and landed neatly on the ground. He continued, "He said that he's going to take us to see the firewoks fesdival tonight! He never bweaks a pwomise!"

The mother giggled, "That's 'promise', dear."

"Oh," he gave his biggest smile at his beloved mother, "Okay! Promise!"

"Good... Now, come on, Makoto. We wouldn't want to make your sister waiting for us, now don't we?"

Makoto Naegi, the spunky kid, followed his mother hand-in-hand. He has a problem that came with his birth. He learns slowly. No, really, really, slowly. Even at the age of seven, he already has trouble on speaking most of the words. This cause a grave worry for his mother, who lamented the fact that he will forever be this way unlike his sister. However, the father was very supportive of him. He talked to his wife, comforted her, saying that he can make it through all the way, and she was persuaded. Now, though, his mother has no qualms whatsoever about his condition.

"He's my son," she thought to herself, "And it's my responsibility to take care of him."

The boy, of course, knew he is slow in learning. But did it stop him? No.

Why? Because his family was there. Even when his school friends teased him all the time being the dead last of the class, he would cry and go to his parents. They comforted him, saying it's alright to take things slow. He was also being teased about being shorter than the others, but did he mind? Not without his parents' consent, he won't. And that changed him greatly. He loved his father and mother; and he loved his sister even more. Because his sister isn't like him, as normal as she could be, Makoto wished to be stronger for her. He wants to work harder for her sake because he refused to let her sister get bullied for his own condition. He'll fight for her, if he has to.

But asides that, they have arrived at Komaru Naegi's school. The duo waited by the entrance in the now late afternoon setting. Soon, they see Komaru in the horizon, running towards them with a paper that reads A+.

"Mom! Big Bro! Teacher said I was a good girl and got an A+ for Maths!"

"That's wonderful, dear!" the mother bent her knees low and widened his arms to catch the running girl. She caught her in a big hug and spun her around for a few seconds. She put her down on the ground, earning a gleeful grin meant for her.

"So, howwuz school today?" Makoto asked his sister. She pouted in her reply.

"Oh, those meanies! They said bad things about you so I showed them! I pulled their ears long enough so they won't do it again!" Makoto laughed at what his sister did. Their mother did the same.

"Well, at least you showed them not to mess with you! Come on, dear. Let's go home," with her daughter's hand grasped with her right and Makoto's with her left, they went back home.

Naegi Residence

The twist of a doorknob opened a wooden door to the living room, "Honey, I'm home! And I brought some guests just like I said!"

"Daddy!" Makoto came rushing to the living room and jumped into his father's embrace. The father held him firmly and patted his back. He smiled after receiving such a heartwarming invitation.

"I'm home, Makoto."

"Yup! You sure are!" he let go of his father and gave him the biggest grin he could muster. He's a happy camper, that's for sure.

"Is that your son, Kazuya? I can see a bit of you in him," he looked behind his father to find a man with stature. Makoto was aware of that. It wasn't hard to come to that conclusion, what with the formal get-up with very elegant-looking glasses and a tie to match his suit. Makoto wondered whether the man had ever felt hot in the stuffy uniform.

His father let his son down on the floor and made way for his guest to come in. the said guest extended his hand in for a small handshake with the small boy. He smiled, "My name is Jin Kirigiri. Nice to meet you."

Makoto shook his large aged hand, blinking twice at the name, but what his words came out surprised all who were present, "….Eh? Killing Gamey?"

"Big brother, don't say mean things to Daddy's friend!" Komaru rushed out from the kitchen to put her hands on her older sibling's mouth, ashamed with a blush of what her older sibling had said. Apparently, Makoto was not only a slow-learner but also a very blunt person. Because of his inept ability to process things the way a normal person would, he carelessly speaks without caution, sometimes causing a lot of trouble for himself. It was evident to his parents when their son came back from school crying, saying his friends hurt him for no reason. After some investigation and a much needed talk with the principal, they discovered the problem.

His father, Kazuya Naegi, bowed his head in apology towards Jin, albeit sweating profusely, "I am terribly sorry for my son's wording! You see, he-"

But Jin merely laughed at the surprisingly awkward moment. He waved his right hand to indicate that he's fine with it, "I'm sure Makoto didn't mean any harm in doing so. Isn't that right, Makoto?"

But the boy was interested in something else. He tilted his head sideward, pulling his sister's hands away from his mouth, "What's 'harm'?"

Chuckling, Jin decided to entertain the boy. He put his index right finger up and explained, "Harm is to hurt someone's feelings or to physically injure a person with no repercussion whatsoever."

A definition that was definitely more confusing than the word itself. Kazuya literally slapped his own forehead in the hilarity and worry of the situation, "There you go again, Jin. Spouting out crazy meanings for really simple words."

"I don't know wut it means, but," Makoto smiled cheerfully, "You look like a vewwy nize guy!"

"Why, thank you, Makoto. It means a lot coming from you – unlike your father," he patted the young boy's head while glancing mischievously at Kazuya, whose face frowned at his attempted tease. Makoto giggled at the two's interactions.

Kazuya cleared his throat, "In any case, Mr. Kirigiri and his family will be joining us later tonight for the fireworks festival. Now, hurry up, kids. We're going to miss the festival if we're late!"

"Okay!" said the two in unison. They went up the stairs and into their rooms, changing into proper apparel. Meanwhile, Kazuya offered Jin a seat on his sofa. He himself sat on a chair the opposite of him.

"I'm sorry for my child. You see, he's been diagnosed to have slow brain reading. Thus, it disrupts his ability to learn things, making it slower than usual. Even now, it is at the worst time for the condition to be at its peak. Frankly, I'm not even sure if he'll remember what happened tonight."

"So, that's why he couldn't recognize my name," Jin held his chin thoughtfully. He visited the Naegi residences several times prior to this date. He met with Kazuya's family and, despite not knowing about his saddening truth, had a great time with the boy. He told him his name before, so he wondered why Makoto acted as if he did not know him.

"Again, I am sorry, Jin-san," he said with a bow from his seat. Jin shook his head.

"It's alright, Kazuya-san. In fact, I'm interested as to how you've managed to help him learn. He already learnt basic commands such as 'go to your room' and signals such as when you returned home. What's the key to that?"

"W-Well," Kazuya scratched the back of his head hesitantly with furrowed brows and an awkward smile plastered on his face, "we started doing a reward system for the family. We told them, both Komaru and Makoto, that if they did something new, they should do it consistently for the whole week. That's how Makoto learns his manners. Every day, everything was now new to him, so he couldn't help but be shocked that he had done it before! We were so happy when…"

As he told his story, which Jin heartily listened, the thumping sound of a child's feet on the floor did not shake them from their conversation.

"Daddy, Daddy! Look!" yelled Komaru. Kazuya cut the conversation and turned to see his beloved daughter wearing a lovely yukata. It was navy blue with intricate Japanese flower designs flowing only on one side of the Japanese garment. Komaru wore a beautiful white rose, Shiroibara, attached to hairclip on her hair. It symbolizes the devotion and innocence of the young girl.

Kazuya grinned, bedazzled by his little girl's charms, "Wow, Komaru, you look really pretty in that dress! I bet you're the most beautiful lady in all of Japan right now!"

Komaru blushed at the comment her father made and giggled in response. Suddenly, loud thuds were heard from the top of the stairs.

"W-Wait! Wh-Whooaaaaa!" Makoto came tumbling down the stairs and crashed into the wall, grunting in pain. Kazuya went up from his chair quickly and went to check his son's state. He knelt in front of the boy and picked him up from the floor. He brushed the dust that clung to Makoto's black yukata.

He showed his index finger in front of Makoto's face, which became confused, and said, "Always look down when going down the stairs."

"Okay!" Makoto answered. The usual answer his father will always get no matter what the situation is. The father sighed. He soon regained his smiled when he took a good look at his yukata.

It was black – pitch black – with white designs depicted to be a dragon. He always imagined the dragon to be the famed Watatsumi, a dragon able to transform into a human.

"Daddy?" Kazuya looked at his child's eyes, "I don't know what this is." Makoto pointed at the same depiction that he admired so much. Chuckling, Kazuya explained,

"That, Makoto, is a dragon. You see, dragons are an important part of our culture. They are the gods responsible for the waters that flow in our lands," He placed a hand on Makoto's shoulder, sporting a serious expression, "Makoto… as you grow older, I want you to be the dragon hidden in human form. Your power to control the flow of water will be your greatest asset and your kindness will calm even the greatest of evil."

Words unknown to the mind of a slow-learner, he surprisingly was quiet, almost as if he understood the words of his father. Kazuya was worried; had he said something that shouldered the boy too much of a burden? Or was it because he couldn't understand a single of what he said? He got his answer when he smiled.

"Okay!" Kazuya chuckled once more at the basic answer. He had expected he wouldn't understand, though he hoped he will soon enough.

Note the word 'hoped'.

"Daddy, when are we going to the festival?" asked the petite younger sibling behind him. He looked back, a bit flustered by the sudden but obvious question,

"We're going with Mr. Kirigiri and his family. I thought I told you that just moments ago."

After some time, mainly making sure Makoto did not stumble when running, the whole Naegi family were prepped up with their own yukatas – the father and mother wearing matching turquoise colours. Kazuya motioned his kids to come along outside their house. They exited the door and found Jin still wearing his formal attire.

Kazuya arched an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to change somewhere? Don't tell me your wife didn't prepare one for you."

"Actually, I have some errands to attend. You know, for the project I talked to you about."

"Hope's Peak project, you mean," Kazuya frowned. Jin often focused too much on his latest work. Supposedly, the way it works will benefit not only the applicants of the project, but the whole world. The brand name 'Hope's Peak' was thought to be suitable as the name for it. However, because of that, Jin devoted his entire commitment to it. And that was just when his daughter turned seven last year.

"Have you packed your belongings, Jin-kun?" a new voice popped up behind the formal man. It was a fair-skinned ponytail-haired woman wearing a dark purple yukata with exceptional floral designs. Judging by hindsight and craft of the yukata itself, it must an expensive purchase.

"Yes, I have. I have to go now, honey," Jin went to his wife gave a kiss on her forehead, "Farewell." He passed his wife and headed straight for the car, presumed to have a driver already. However, he was stopped by a small girl. The girl had short smooth lavender hair and wears a light purple yukata with no design on it. A small hair accessory, shaped like a small black butterfly, adorns her hair. Not only that, she also sports a braid on the side, tied with a black ribbon. The girl held a piercing gaze to her father, Jin Kirigiri, with her purple eyes.

Jin sighed while he closed his eyes. He knew it would come to this. He opened them back and crouched to with his daughter on eye-level, "I'm sorry, Kyoko. But Daddy's got some work to do. Maybe at a later time, okay?"

Kyoko never said a word, though her face was sad. Instead, she slowly nodded to his question. Jin stood up from his position and went past his daughter as well. As he opened the door of the black car, he faced to his friend, Kazuya, and said, "Have a good time tonight, Kazuya-san," then to Kyoko, "And you too, Kyoko."

He entered the car and closed the door, never said a word afterwards. The car drove off, leaving his family and Kazuya's family to do what they planned to do.

"Hi!" but Makoto sprang up in front of the young lavender girl, catching her by surprise. She yelped in shock of the boy in front of him, but she kept quiet. Makoto blinked once and introduced himself, "I'm Makoto Naegi! What's yer name?"

"It's pronounced-"

"Hush, dear!" Kazuya's wife quieted him, confused as to why she said that. The look on her face indicated that she knew something.

Kyoko, not used to talking with kids her age, spoke softly, "Kyoko…. Kyoko Kirigiri."

"Kyoko? That's a reawwy…uh, what's the word?" Makoto scratched his head, trying to figure out the term that is commonly used for this situation. Kyoko looked at him like he is some sort of a weird kid. She looked at her mother, who shrugged and smiled, ushering her to interact with him. Kyoko frowned.

"I got it!" he pointed a finger at her accusingly, causing Kyko to lean backwards out of fear, "cute! Yer name is cute!"

"H-Huh?!" was the only thing she voiced out. Red tinged her cheeks as she processed what the boy had said about her name. Fazed by his words, Kyoko did not hear what Makoto heard around them: the laughter of both their parents and his sister.

"Hahahah! Oh, Makoto. You sure know how to impress a lady!" said Kazuya, his father.

"B-Big brother hahahaha! You can't say that to a girl!"

"I-I can't?" Makoto furrowed his brows in worry and confusion. He crossed his arms and thought heavily on what he said. He couldn't, "Why can't I….?"

Kyoko's mother gave a light chuckle at the adorable scene. She explained, "Sometimes girls are complicated, Makoto. They might think you actually like them."

"M-Mom!" shouted the young Kirigiri, blushing. But Makoto thought otherwise. There was one other reason why he thought it best to compliment her.

"It don't have to be about liking them right? I mean, what if they're shy?" Makoto pointed out that fact. Kazuya noticed his explanation which he suddenly gave interest to, "If a girl is shy, then I have to help her be not shy, right? That way, I can pway with her! Even Komaru can, too! That way, Kyoko can be happy and have fun!"

Kyoko widened her eyes, not believing just how much he cared for her feelings. Heck, everyone was surprised, Kazuya especially. Never in his time spent with him had he witnessed Makoto being so caring about others aside from Komaru. Then again, that's probably because of how inept he was in making friends, but still. This new discovery got him thinking: Makoto is still human, no matter how you look at it. He may be a slow-learner, but he certainly has a heart of gold.

"Th-Thank you, Makoto," Makoto turned to the smiling Kyoko, who blushed under his sight, "Thank you for being so considerate."

She thanked him, Makoto thought, so he must have done it right. "Eh…I dunno wut that means, but yer welcome!" Makoto said with a grin. Kyoko giggled, already feeling better since her dad left for work.

Thinking now is the time to cut their conversation, Kazuya clapped his hands twice and said, "Alright, alright. Let's go to the festival already."

Their time at the festival was a blast. The adults and kids did a lot of stuff when they arrived at where the stalls were. Komaru and Kyoko became quick friends, though the latter had a hard time trying to understand Komaru's brother. She did not understand how he still did not know about festivals when, supposedly, his family have done this many times already. Komaru tried to explain to her the best way she can about his condition, which was later clarified by her mother, Miko Naegi. Only then the lavender-haired girl understood.

Makoto, Komaru and Kyoko played fish-scooping where they use a poi to catch goldfish in a small pool. The stall running this game said that if they could catch three fishes, the one child can get a plush toy. There were many variants, so the kids were eager to get one. Their parents were more than happy to give them the required small sum of money to play the game.

"Aha! I got one!" Komaru cheered victoriously. The stall manager placed the gold fish into a plastic bag full of water right beside her other catch on a table. Right now, Komaru has caught two fishes and Kyoko's the same. As for Makoto,

"Awwww, it broke again," he broke his poi for the fourth time. Even though he had enough money for five more, much to his father's generosity and his mother's irritation, he knew he might blew the final poi up.

"Here," a hand held his right hand holding the poi. He turned to his arm's side and saw Kyoko smiling at him, "Let me help you."

Kyoko guided his hand and moved the poi gently, unlike his previous aggressive methods, and scooped up one gold-like fish. Both of them had happy faces when they caught it. The stall owner took the fish into a plastic bag and place it on the empty part of the counter. The two of them did it together again and caught another one. Then, Makoto said, "I'll twy again!"

Kyoko nodded and released his arm. She continued using her own poi. After a while, all three of them managed to catch three fishes each.

"Alright, what do you want, kiddo?"

"I want that creepy ghost, over there!"

The owner sweat dropped, "My, for a girl, you sure love some strange stuff."

"Mm-hmm!" she hummed as she giddily took the white caped ghost doll away from the owner's hands. The said manager turned to the other two, starting to ask the female.

"Well, what do you want, little miss?"

"Ummm..," she actually did not know what she wanted. She held her chin in thought, deciding on what she would really like as she browsed the shelves. She then noticed Makoto by a glance that he held his chin too. Seeing him copying her ways made her chuckle which was covered by her hands.

Hearing the laugh, Makoto turned and felt confused, "Wut's wrong?"

"N-No, haha, nothing. Anyways, what do you want to get?"

Makoto thought long and hard. He looked back at the shelves. He then spotted a familiar shape of a plush. He looked back at his yukata, identifying the dragon art. Sure, the art on his clothes didn't have any wings or limbs for the matter, but the plush toy did have the shape of the dragon's face similarly. Deciding based on that, he pointed at that plush toy, "There! That one!"

"Oho, this one? You're a lucky kid. This is one of the last few that's in stock! In fact, I have another one with a different colour."

"Then I'll take that one!" Kyoko stated. Makoto turned his head at her while she turned hers. In an awkward moment, they both stifled a laugh. Their parents merely smiled at the interaction between the two kids.

"Both of you are just cute. Here, one for each of ya! Thank you very much for coming to our store!"

"Yay! Thanks a lot, Mr. Owner!" thanked Komaru happily. The two kids received their respective dragons: orange for Makoto and black for Kyoko. All three of them held onto their plush toys for as long as they can remember.

Other than the game, they bought some delicious from the food section of the festival. Makoto, Komaru and Kyoko treated themselves with some takoyaki. The parents decided to try some red bean taiyaki (In case you didn't know, it's a fish shaped pastry with hot filling) as the group walked even further to the location where they will view the fireworks.

It was after a while in their walk that Makoto noticed Kyoko was lagging behind. He looked back and saw the sad face reappearing on her pretty features as she continued munching her cooled half-eaten takoyaki. Makoto stopped and turned to Kyoko, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Huh?" she said as she also stopped walking.

Kazuya looked back to see the both of them at a halt. Wondering why, he called out to them, "Hey, you two! C'mon, you're go-"

"Oh, honey! The fireworks are starting soon! Come on, Komaru!"

"Huh? Wait, Mommy!"

Kyoko's mother chuckled, "You certainly have a way with this matter, Mrs. Naegi."

"H-Huh?! W-Wait, Miko. The kids! Whoaaa!" were the last words from Kazuya as all of them were pushed by Miko to the fireworks viewpoint, leaving the other two behind.

Unaware of this, Makoto and Kyoko started talking to each other.

"So, wut's up?"

"Nothing, it's just…well…. Dad never used to miss out on festivals like this."

"Your dad? What did he do make you sad?" Kyoko looked blankly at him until she realized he could not understand what his father had done only a while ago unless it's plastered right in front of him. Kyoko explained,

"Well, my dad's working with some of his colleagues for a project. Do you know something called 'Hope's Peak'?"

"Hmmmmmm nope, can't say I wemember." Ah, I forgot one more thing. Because of his neural disability, he is also prone to forget details not related to him or small enough to forget. How he defines a detail as small….well, we'll learn about it in the future.

Kyoko, of course, expected that kind of answer and sighed dramatically.

"But I know that dads will always wowwy. I mean, evewything they do is fow us, wight?" explained Makoto. Kyoko contemplated the idea of it, but she still could not accept that her father left her to do her own things. But Makoto wasn't done yet.

"And besides, if dads don't wowk, then it's the end of days! …... at least, that's how Dad told me. What else did tell me….? Ah! Future benefits! I think. Hehe," he ended with a scratch on his cheek and an awkward grin.

Kyoko understood what he meant. Surprisingly, she understood what he meant, I repeat. She thought she was the only one who understood what his father had to go through. And she hated that fact. She wished that his father would just not care about the project anymore. After all, it was just after her birthday that it came up and about.

But another shared her pain, even if he didn't understand what it feels like. And he's standing right in front of him.

"He knows it too, but he's also sad about it. Even if he doesn't know, he'll wonder if his father will ever come back every day," Kyoko walked up to the boy and held his free hand to put it up between them. With a determined expression, she said, "I know. Thank you…..and you will understand it soon enough."

Silence between them, one with the face of seriousness while the other with the face….of confusion. But Kyoko knows – she definitely knows – that he will understand these words in the end. Even if he forgets them, it will still bring effect upon him.

Holding her black dragon tightly to her chest, "Now, come on. Let's go see the fireworks!"

"O-Okay!" Makoto, with his dragon in tow, was pulled by hand to the viewpoint. It was at that moment, he realized, that he felt some sort of understanding with Kyoko. "Kyoko….. something, right?" he thought, "I wonder…..will I ever remember you? Cuz Dad said I have short term memory loss or something. But I'll remember your name…. Kyoko."

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You do realize we're talking about the Ultimate Luckster here, right? And he's a slow-learner in this story.

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What changed him?

9 years later, making him 17 years old

"Ugh, I hate Maths."

"Should've known better than to slack off during the holidays," replied Makoto in his puberty voice, chuckling afterwards. He sat leisurely, holding his phone right on his ears, in a cab which was transporting him to a rather prestigious school, though he did not know what the name was yet. Even so, he admired the view he got from the window. Various universities and schools awaited him, yet one academy yearned for him to their offer by chance. His father, Kazuya Naegi, happily obliged.

"You will enjoy great things there. Maybe even find the perfect girl for ya! At least, that's what your mother said," his father told him hours ago.

"Sigh….why would he even say that?" he muttered.

"Big brother? Is something wrong?"

"No, no, it's nothing. And then?"

They continued their long-distance conversation until he saw what appeared to be the largest building he had ever seen. He felt the car slow down, signaling him to stop, "Komaru, I gotta go. I'm already here."

"Oh, okay, big brother. Have fun learning in Hope's Peak Academy. Love you!" he hung up. So that was the name of the academy he is about to enter, he thought.

He opened the door and stepped outside the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Upon hindsight, he might look frail under his current outfit – a green zipped-up hoodie with black jeans – but he had been doing… stuff for his own self. He looked more lenient, confident and prepared as he stepped forward with the luggage already removed from the car's boot thanks to the driver. He gauged the size of the building. Humongous and rather expensive-looking, Makoto's expectations go ever higher.

"And….there. Well, this is quite a surprise. I guess you must have a done a pretty good job in whatever you do."

"Huh?" Makoto was caught off guard. He turned to the driver and scratched his own cheek shyly, "Oh, really? Nah, I just got lucky. That's why they gave the title 'Ultimate Luckster' to me. It's because I won the lucky raffle, is all."

"Oh? Well, if you ask me, I wouldn't believe in luck at all. Personally, I think fate brought you here," the driver laughed.

"Funny. I thought the same thing."

"Welp, if that's all, I'm goin'. Have fun in the academy," with that, the driver went into the car and drove off. Makoto's luggage, consisting only a backpack and a huge luggage bag, waited patiently for its owner to pick them up. Makoto wore his backpack properly and pulled the handle of his luggage. He hurriedly walked to the opened entrance.

"Have fun, huh?" he said it out loud. He walked on and on until he found what appeared to be a lobby of sorts, "I guess I might as well do that."

Thus, the school life of the Lying Makoto begins.

Author's notes:

Emblem of Light...there, i said it.

A/N I changed Kyoko's age because I want to. Enough said.

Just so you know, I intentionally made mistakes for young Makoto's dialogue.

Makoto is 5'6 inches tall cuz he did some groundwork on his body. You'll see why.

Ill tell you something. This is my side story. I have to focus on the other two of mine. I just need this out of my system.

But I will make a chapter appear in this story when i feel a need of change. You can follow this story if you want.

Learn as you live, live as you learn