Hey...it's been a while. But I now write with a cause. I can't find any fanart (and scarce few fanfics) featuring a couple I ship from persona 3—Junpei and Yukari. Look, they argue all the time and it's said that you fight with people who you care about a lot. Or something like that. Everyone says boys are mean to girls because they like them, right? Okay well if you're reading this then you probably support this shipping so kudos to you. As for me, I'll get started with the story, since I've been planning it all day. P.S. It's rated M for a reason!!

Lovers Arcana

Chapter 1

Perspective

Yukari Takeba felt her mind return to consciousness after a very strange dream. She kept her eyes closed, debating if she wanted to go back to sleep or not. It was a disturbing dream, indeed, but she was curious to know how it ended. She felt a cold breeze flow over the upper half of her body. She figured she would at least pull the blankets back up before returning to sleep. Her hand tiredly moved down near her waist, expecting to grasp the soft fabric of the plush, pink comforter on her bed. Instead, she felt something completely different.

It was a rough, thin cloth instead, which her body immediately responded to with a wave of total awareness. She opened her eyes to see a plain white ceiling, which she often woke to see. But something about it felt different. Maybe it was the way she was laying off to the side of the bed a little more than she normally would've. Or maybe it was because the sun was at a different angle. Her brain sparked the worry that she might have slept the day away, so she reached up blindly to where her clock was. Or rather, should have been.

What Yukari brought before her eyes was no clock at all. It was a wireless video game controller. What the hell is this doing here? She asked herself as she went to sit up. As soon as she did, she finally noticed a weight across her hips. It wasn't too heavy to move, but heavy enough to notice. She looked down, her eyes widening in horror. Wrapped around her waist was, undeniably, an arm–a man's arm no less. Before she could even turn to see who's arm it was, the sunlight peeked from behind the clouds again, shining in her eyes. She turned towards the window as the sunlight dimmed once more, seeing a half opened curtain with tasteless fabric.

Her heart skipped a beat, now that she concluded this was not her room. She looked around the room. It was obviously in the dorm, clearly a guy's room. Most likely the guy who had his arm around her. She had a hunch, but she wanted to gather as much evidence against it as she could before seeing who he was. The only guys in the dorm were; Akihiko, Ken, Junpei and Minato. It clearly wasn't Ken because he was only a kid. It likely wasn't Akihiko either, since he'd have boxing stuff all over and his room was probably clean—unlike this room. Minato's room was possibly clean too but Yukari wouldn't know. She hadn't been in there since the night that shadow attacked the dorm. As for Junpei, his room was definitely messy but then again, there was no reason for her to be in Junpei's room...on his bed...with him.

Yukari had an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach just thinking about it. She had really started to feel towards Minato and he seemed to feel the same to her. But maybe that was just him being charming. Maybe it was only her imagination. She'd never gotten to find out. And now she probably never would. Not if she was here with Junpei. She bit her lip. It couldn't be Junpei. It just couldn't. She finally decided to prove this to herself the only way she really could. She followed the arm with her eyes, which was still gently curled around her waist, up to a face.

Yukari had always hated being wrong. But what she felt at this very moment was far greater than hate. A dead asleep Junpei laid next to her, his hat still on, though very askew. At first, she was going to summon Io and sic her on him. But knowing that was out of the question—due to Io's size and the fact that she didn't exactly want anyone to know she was there—she decided to do something a little more rational.