Hello! I have been wanting to write something Persona related but didn't really know where to start. Personally, I'm a huge fan of the series and am glad that I finally thought of an idea. I hope you guys enjoy this story. I'm not 100% sure how the timeline works after P4 regular ending but I'm placing this while the P4 cast is finishing school but after P4AU because that's where I think. So deal, K?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Persona Franchise.

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"Welcome to the Velvet room."

His eyes opened slowly. His drowsiness made it difficult to see but he could make out a room that was completely blue and in front of him stood a woman with platinum hair and a old man with a long nose sitting behind a desk. He looked down to see he was sitting in a chair as well. The old man smiled an unnatural smile that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. The old man began to speak.

"How are you?"

He opened his mouth to respond but found no sound.

"My name is Igor, and this is my assistant, Margaret. You have been brought here for a reason."

As his vision cleared up, he could make out some more of the strange space he was now inside of. It seemed that this room was moving. In which direction he couldn't tell. Margaret was holding a book in her hands and Igor had cards fanned out in front of his table.

"Fate is a funny thing." Said Margaret. "It seems that no matter how hard you try to escape it, it always ropes you back in."

He was confused. These people seemed so strange and his head was pounding. All of it combined into a massive headache that limited his cognitive ability.

"Fear not," Igor began. "The reason you have arrived here is so that I might ask you a question."

Igor flicked his wrist and a paper appeared. It slowly fell from the air and landed face up on the table.

"I simply ask that you take full responsibility for your actions. Nothing more, nothing less."

Igor's eyes seemed to pierce into his own soul.

"It really is that simple. Of course, I completely expect you to sign it."

Igor produced a pen out of his suit and placed it next to the him. He reached for the pen but couldn't reach it. His vision grew blurry and his head felt like it was about to explode. He slumped back into his chair as his unconsciousness took over.

Igor and Margaret observed the boy sitting in the chair in front of them. Igor snickered. Margaret turned towards her master and looked at him with curious eyes.

"What is the cause of this?" She asked.

"He is simply not ready yet." He leaned back as to relax. His wrist flicked again and all cards and the paper on the table disappeared, including the pen.

"She seems to have a plan." Igor said as he removed himself from the room. Margaret looked up towards to ceiling of the blue room. She sighed.

"What are you doing out there?" She whispered to herself.

…

Fuuka exited the college campus and was walking towards her apartment, half a mile from campus. She gave a content sigh. She had been studying computer science and was pursuing a degree in electronic repair. Her classes were very interesting, however, she was very much aware that they were grueling courses. They were taking most of her free time and she was starting to feel the fatigue.

It had been half a year since Fuuka and the rest of the shadow operatives had tackled the problem in Inaba. They had met a younger group of persona users who had also been fighting to get rid of the red fog and return the city back to normal. They had become good friends with the "Investigation Team" and had ended the threat to the town. Fuuka had felt a little excited about being able to use her Persona again. It had been almost three years since the events with Tartarus and they had saved the world from Nix. She did her best to support all of her old and new friends through their battles and was glad she was able to help again.

It had been quite lonely lately though. She had been studying so much that she hasn't had much time to socialize, or even have time to enjoy recreational activities. Not that she was particularly interested in socializing in the first place. She had pondered a lot about her own future, and she had a lot of uncertainties and fears. Among those were relationships. Ever since... He... left them, she hadn't had the drive to try and establish any new relationship. She couldn't do that to him. At least that was what she kept telling herself.

Deep in her own thoughts, she was pulled backwards by her shirt. She was instantly drawn back to reality when she realized she was about to cross a crosswalk on a red light.

"Thinking much Fuuka-chan?

The familiar voice made her turn around instantly. Before her stood a tall male wearing a baseball cap along with some jeans with a tank top.

"Junpei-kun! What are you doing here?" She asked completely spacing the fact that she almost wound up in a dangerous situation a minute ago.

"Well, a hero never rests. That's why I just saved your life."

Fuuka stared at him with a blank stare when she realized that he had stopped her from walking out onto the street. She laughed softly.

"Well, thank you. I was not paying very much attention." Junpei snickered and rubbed his finger under his nose.

"Well that much was obvious. But hey, funny bumping into you here, right?" Junpei had been coaching a baseball team when he wasn't playing professionally. His coaching job had landed him back into a High School setting that wasn't to far from here.

Fuuka and Junpei crossed the street as they began to make small talk. Upon reaching her apartment, she was bidding him goodbye.

"Oh that's right!" Junpei proclaimed. "You're coming tonight right?" Fuuka stared blankly as she racked her brains for any idea of what Junpei might be talking about.

He dramatically sighed.

"Don't tell me you forgot again!" Fuuka became embarrassed as she slowly nodded her head.

Junpei laughed.

"We are going to have a party with everyone else! We are meeting back at the dorm, cause Ken can't really go anywhere." He gave a grin. "Make sure you get there alright? It starts at eight."

Fuuka mentally face palmed. Of course she would forget something like this. It was a pretty frequent thing with her. She would be so focused on her school work that she would practically forget everything else. She give a small smile.

"Of course! I'll be there." Junpei waved as he began to walk away. Fuuka went up to the third floor and entered her house. She dropped her bag on the couch and walked over to her computer to review her schedule. As she sat down she noticed that the party was actually noted on her schedule.

"I really need to be better at remembering these things. I don't want everyone to think I'm blowing them off." She sighed as she looked over at a framed picture on her desk. She gave a sad smile as her eyes met the image of a younger version of herself and a blue haired boy at the mall in front of the Christmas tree.

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The dorm looked the same as ever. Nothing had really changed from when they left. However, the dorm remained unoccupied because the Kirijo group owned it. Ken was staying in another dorm but would make his way to the old one whenever they would meet up. Fuuka exhaled into the cold November night air. Her breath turned into smoke as it dissipated. She stood in front of the dorm doors. While she loved to hang out with the rest of her friends, her mind constantly traveled back to him. It made her anxious as well as slightly depressed. She still hadn't learned to accept his death fully, but then again, who of them really did?

Fuuka went through her usual pep talk before walking into the dorm and greeting everyone inside.

"Fuuka-chan, you made it!" Junpei called out from the couch. Yukari walked up and gave her a big hug. She was wearing a pink sweater and jeans.

"How are you?" Yukari asked her. Fuuka smiled.

"I'm doing great. College is starting to get more difficult though." Yukari laughed.

"Well, it IS school." They both walked over to the couch. Fuuka sat down next to Koromaru and Ken.

"Hello Fuuka-senpai! Glad you could make it!" Fuuka had asked Ken to just call her Fuuka before but he had refused, saying it was rude of him not to. She smiled.

"I am too! What's the plan?" She asked no one in particular. Akahiko responded.

"Well, the Kirijo group was so kind to send us a lot of food... again." He snickered as he leaned back on the ottoman while tinkering with his boxing gloves. Mitsuru smiled.

"Well, it has become quite the tradition, has it not? Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Enough talk already. I'm starving!" Junpei proclaimed as he ran towards the table with the various arrays of sushi.

"Don't you have any decency, Stupei?" Yukari said as she followed him into the dining area. They erupted in a argument as Junpei had a plate filled with sushi and his mouth full of some more while Yukari was trying to lecture him.

"How are your studies Amada? Mitsuru asked Ken.

"They are going great! Though balancing Student Council with studies is proving more difficult"

Koromaru walked over Ken's lap and settled himself in Fuuka's lap. Fuuka began to space out everyone else as she began to pet the attention craving dog. She had been having dreams lately that seemed completely out of place. It made her uncomfortable as she was thinking that something might happen soon. She couldn't exactly say what nor could she really remember her dreams. All her memory would reciprocate would be this unsettling feeling.

"Yamagishi?" Misturu asked her.

"Y...Yes!?" She responded in an awkward manner, causing her to jump up a little. Koromaru voiced his displeasure. Mitsuru observed her for a second.

"Are you alright?" She asked. Fuuka had noticed that Ken and Akahiko had joined Yukari and Junpei in eating. She looked down at Koromaru and sighed.

"I'm not sure. I have been having weird dreams lately." Mitsuru seemed to stiffen a little after hearing this. Fuuka continued. "I never really remember anything from it, but the only thing that sticks is the unsettling feeling that I get. Also a little bit of fear." Mitsuru looked over at the others and then back at her.

"I understand what you mean. I have been having them as well." Fuuka looked up in surprise.

"Really?" Fuuka felt a sigh of relief. She had thought maybe she was the only one and was becoming paranoid.

"However, it feels like there is something I am forgetting. Every time I have the dreams, I am so close to remembering, but the memory never comes." Fuuka pondered over this. Maybe something really was about to happen. Usually she had a premonition about these sorts of things because of her Persona's abilities. Maybe she should look more into her odd dreams. Maybe the others had an idea.

"How are everyone in the Investigation Team?" Fuuka asked. Mitsuru gave a slight shrug.

"I haven't had much contact with them. However I believe that Narukami and his friends appeared on TV recently in a concert." Fuuka smiled. She was glad they were okay. She had grown quite fond of the other group, but hadn't really had any means to contact them.

"I think it's about time to join the others in the meal, wouldn't you agree?" Mitsuru stood up and offered her hand. Fuuka nodded and took her hand as Koromaru jumped off and walked over to the dining area. She would just have to enjoy tonight instead of worrying over other things.

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"Big bro! Who is that?" Little Nanako asked her older cousin. Yu had been alerted by Nanako that someone was upstairs when he had gotten home from school. His parents had agreed to let him finish his last year of High School at Yasogami and was staying with Dojima again.

"I don't know. I've never seen him before." Yu observed the person lying face up on his bedroom floor. He was wearing a gray coat and suit pants. He also had an older mp3 model with headphones around his neck. He also had an unusual blue hair color.

"Nanako, go downstairs and grab a towel and some water." Yu commanded his cousin. She nodded and disappeared. Something about him seemed familiar, but Yu couldn't place exactly where. All he was thinking about in the moment was how he was going to explain to Dojima that he found a boy passed out in his room.