Hey there! Welcome to my first (published) fanfic. This will be a sort-of retelling of the events of Persona 3, but I plan on changing a good portion of it. I know that sounds fairly vague, but all will become clearer in due time. I'll be changing up certain social links, adding new ones, etc. Again, this is my first time publishing a fanfic I've written, so any criticism is welcome to help me improve. I apologize if this chapter is fairly short, but the rest of the chapters will be much longer. Anyway, thank you for viewing the story, and have a great day!

~Bitsar


April 7th, 2009

"Last stop: Iwatodai Station. All passengers grab your belongings and prepare to depart."
Minato took off his headset and sighed as he stared out into the beautifully lit night. He had been transferred to Iwatodai for his senior year by his grandfather, despite his protests. His grandfather wouldn't hear any of it, stating this was a "safer" option for him. He had become so protective since the accident ten years ago.

Ten years…

He glanced up at the ceiling to reflect back. Had it truly been ten years? It still seemed so recent to him, watching his world crumble around him. His grandfather and cousin would often make remarks on how distant he had become. Then again, what did they know? It's not like any amount of sympathy or pity will change the past. Another part of how he hated to transfer schools once again came rushing back. All the pity thrown his way. Teachers would treat him like he was something extraordinary, yet he knew what their reason was.

The train slowed gradually until its stop. Minato picked up his duffle bag while putting his headset back on. He glanced briefly at his watch.
11:58 PM

"It's almost time again." Minato muttered to himself. He allowed himself to walk off the train and towards the address his grandfather had prompted him to go to upon his arrival. He would have to attend school straight away, so he would most likely unpack tomorrow. "That would be the most wise course of action, based on how late it is." The voice in his mind replied to his own thoughts. The voice that always accompanied him. It would respond to him, even prompt him rarely, but could never answer questions regarding its own appearance. It would sound…hurt.

Minato stopped abruptly as his vision blurred slightly before refocusing. The moon had turned a sickly green color, and every pool of water from the small downpour Iwatodai had received had turned into blood. Blood seemed to pour from everywhere, Minato noted.

"So it follows me to even here. Looks like everyone is stuck in their coffins today as well. Poor them, they don't get a view of this beauty." Minato said distantly as he glanced towards the moon, just close to being full.

"It would be best if we continued our trek towards the dorm, it seems to be an hour's worth of walking, we should get there just as the hour ends, and time resumes." The voice prompted. Minato simply nodded his head and continued towards the address he had memorized.


As the hour ended, Minato arrived at a large, rectangular building, which he assumed was his dorm. He walked up the small steps, and forced open the double doors. He waited briefly to adjust to the brightly lit room, before once again removing his headset.

"Welcome. I have waited a long time, you know."

Minato tensed as he looked towards his left to see a small child sitting cross-legged on the counter. He had blue eyes similar to Minato's, yet they were not as pale. He also seemed to wear something akin to a prisoner's uniform, as his pants and shirt were adorned with black and white stripes.

"Now then, I have a contract for you to sign right here." The child said eerily as he gifted Minato a pen before opening a small book. "It isn't anything too binding, so don't worry. It simply states that you will take full responsibility for your actions, the normal stuff."

Minato took the pen lazily as he wrote his full name; Minato Arisato. He closed the small book before handing it over to the creepy child.

"Thank you very much." He smiled. "You can't escape time, it delivers us all to the same end. You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes. It all begins here, and sadly, it appears you have one year. Although, you seem quite capable, maybe you can change that?" The boy seemed to tilt his head in wonder before shaking it and fading into the shadow behind Minato. He shrugged it off as a hallucination, he hadn't gotten a decent night's rest for a while after all. He glanced lazily at the stairs as he reached down for his duffle bag.

"Who's there?" a high voice shrieked. Darting down the stairs came a brown-haired girl in a pink striped shirt and a small skirt, which Minato noted to be the school uniform. She glared at him, before reaching to her hip-
"She appears to be armed and hostile. It would be best to attempt to diffuse the situation, although she seems shaky." The voice in his head advised. Minato expression never changed throughout everything, as he followed what little advice that was given to him.
"Hey, I-"

"Takeba!" another voice yelled from up the stairs before Minato could explain himself. A redhead with perfect posture walked down the stairs, wearing a white shirt and a small skirt, and was similarly armed with what appears to be a hand-gun. "He is the transfer student we were told about, he means no harm. I apologize for the improper introduction, I am Mitsuru Kirijo a senior, and you seem to now be acquainted with Yukari Takeba, a junior attending the same school as you could guess."

"S-sorry Mitsuru-senpai." Yukari flinched before moving her hand away from her holster slowly. Minato simply sighed at the strange turn of events.

"Minato Arisato is my name. If there was protocol to obtain a gun before coming here, I was not notified, and I would advise not pointing that at another student."

Yukari seemed to blanch at his words, before apologizing. "T-there was no protocol for a gun, this is uh…"

"A hobby, there is a decent shooting range near the police station down at the mall. It's good practice for self-defense." Mitsuru quickly cut in. Minato considered her words, before nodding and picking up his bag. "Yukari, would you guide him to his room? We are currently in the middle of transferring him to the boy's dorm, so he will remain here until further notice."

"Gladly!" Yukari smiled for the first time tonight, before waving her hands towards the stairs. "Follow me. The dorm is co-ed, but genders are separated based on the floors. You are on the third floor at the end of the room." Minato nodded once more before following her up the stairs.

"Here is your room! Any questions?"

Minato blinked twice before he opened his mouth. "I assume you all have signed that contract?"

"What contract? There was no contract for any of us here, are you sure you are okay? This has been a long night, I apologize for that. School begins tomorrow morning, so be ready." Yukari waved before heading towards the stairs and to her own room.

Minato inserted the key into the door and opened it, seeing his room had simple accommodations, being a bed, a TV, a microwave, a sink with a mirror, and a closet. He set down his duffle bag before staring out the window, noting the large looking building in the distance. "The school most likely." He noted, before taking out his sheets and placing them on the bed. That night, he quickly drifted to sleep.


"So what is the plan for Minato-senpai?" Yukari asked. She was in a large room with Mitsuru and a gray-haired man with tape lining his hands.

"We plan to monitor him through tonight and tomorrow, he seems to have the potential, but we cannot be sure until we see evidence." Mitsuru responded, arms crossed in thought.

"He seems quite well built, I wonder if he would enjoy the boxing team?" The gray haired man wondered aloud.

"Akihiko-senpai, there are more important things to worry about…"

"Takeba is right. Besides, we have no idea when the next large one will show its face, we need to be on guard."

"It was just a question, no need to get so worked up!"

"Sometimes I wonder if you are ever serious about this, Akihiko-senpai…"