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Chapter 1: Night of Meetings

Home, sweet home. Huh?

It's been waaaaay to long since I've been here. Wonder what's changed? Well, it's not like I could remember it anyway. Being a brat and all after moving away, my mind's kinda fuzzy looking back when I was that age; oh well. Might as well grab my gear and get my ass straight to that dorm... what was it?

Oh yeah. The Gekkoukan School Dorms.

... weird name. Wait isn't that school funded by those extremely powerful and tight-assed Kirijo Group? Whatever. Not like it has anything to do me anyhow, just going to go and get my education-DAMN IT! Shit. I'm late for my train! Damn Airport delays!

This is exactly what I get for sleeping in and nearly missing my flight-

Crashing into something solid and hard wasn't fun. Owww... I could feel my ass bruising from the floor plate. "Damn it that hurt..." I murmured at least I think I murmured. "'Orry about that, was my fault." And it was too, hell I AM listening to my Ipod with music on.

Speaking of which: Gurren Lagan HELL YEAH!

The kid, flustered a bit under my gaze a bit as he mumbled something on the lines of: "It's fine... sorry... my fault." Had to admit, the kid was pretty young as he got up from and floor, before helping me up while avoiding my gaze. Wait, wasn't that the sign of respect for someone older then you? Note to self: Look up customs. Though, the kid didn't seem to look remotely Japanese, maybe European or North American. The kid bowed quickly before running past me just close enough that I could see the bangs on his hair move slightly.

Wait was that kid...? Nah. Couldn't be... could it?

SHIT!

The TRAIN!

Running at the speed of light (Yes... I know, that' s not possible) I was able to catch it before the guy was even able to leave, giving me a weird look. What? I don't look THAT weird... other then the green hair and the red eyes-but those aren't my fault! Blame my genetics people, I had nothing to do with how I look like!

Thankfully having my Ipod with me helped drown out the stares and idiocy that seemed to catch on from one person to the other. Really, I always knew stupidity was contagious but this was just plaining ridiculous! The bus... well train actually went surprisingly fast. Time flies when your listening to your favorite tones! Turning up as loud as I can and bobbing my head up and down, definitely worth the looks I'm getting from these people ... hehehehe... Speaking of which urgh...

I'm just NOW starting to feel the jet lag.

Aahhhh here's my stop. Damn, talk about fast.

I gave the driver a wave, it was polite of course as the man speedily drove away. Well that was rude, hopefully I won't see him again. Alrighty then, it's nearly night fall so I should probably get my ass straight towards this dorm place thingy, where exactly was it again? The map was stuffed straight into my lovely spaced pocket, where I kept all of my others things. Head straight and take a few lefts? Sounds good to me-

... huh?

Oh. Great. It's the Green-Zone. Here I was hoping to escape it, damn my luck sucks. Guess it's the same everywhere and it seems that animals can be free during the Green-Zone? Huh, well nothing too important. Strange color for a butterfly.

Coffins! Coffins! Coffins!

Ohhh how I just love coffins can't you tell? And yes I AM being sarcastic. I've seen enough dead bodies to last me an entire life time. Seeing an endless stream of them and having them lead me straight towards the dorm was VERY helpful who says you can't get by without reading?

So here it is then, we'll better head straight in while I'm here. Hold up, where are the lights in the dorm working? Most the electricity used items seemed to malfunction and shut off during this time. Maybe the students or adult inside are can walk around during this hour, well I might not be the only one.

... I have the sudden feeling I'm going to deeply regret thinking that.

Opening the door and going inside was plaining easy. It didn't seem like anyone was home, yet the door was unlocked. Strange.

"Your late." HOLY SHIT JAILBAIT! "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

LIke hell you have! And I'm not interested in jailbait!

The boy snapped his fingers. "... Now if you want to proceed," The tiny thin booked opened to a semi-blank page. "Don't worry all it says that you take responsibility for your actions."

That's it? Really? Here I thought it was a restraining order or something. Taking the pen and carefully scanning the paper:

"I _ here by take any and all responsibility for my actions."

So it is what the kid said. Well you've got yourself a deal, kiddo. I quickly signed my name before handing the paper straight back to the kid. And when did he exactly move towards the chair? I never saw him move...

"No one can escape time." The kid stated, his eyes flickering eerily in the night. "It delivers us all to the same end." Okaaaaay creepy enough? "You can't plug your ears and you can't close your eyes." The thin book was turned before vanishing completely. "

.HELL.

"And so it begins." The kid's voice stroke a cord in me. Damn, the poor kid sounded so forlorn. The darkness from the shadows seem to wrap around the kids body before vanishing too. Well, have to admit the kid not only has balls but also a nice disappearing act.

Well at least I can finally get some pea-

"Who's there?"

GOD DAMN IT!

A young girl, with brown hair wearing a pink sweater and skirt was staring at me intensely. Lifting up and revealing a gun strapped on her leg. Her eyes never left mine and looked like rather pale at my presence, nonetheless she seemed ready to use the gun.

She wants a fight? Fine. I'll gladly give her one.

I could practically feel my smirk forming. "What gotta problem pinky?"

The girl didn't even say anything, though looked a bit taken back and-

"TAKE WAIT!"

I glanced. That's right, I just glanced towards the extremely gorgeous red head that was standing there. Didn't know if Pinky would take advantage of my lack of attention, though by the looks of this other girl. It might just be worth it to get shot.

The girl smiled at him, "I didn't think you'd arrive so late." I guess she's the nice one then. "My name is Kirijo Mitsuru. I'm one of the students who live in this dorm."

The brunette gave me a darkly look. Hey I don't like you either bitch. "... Who's he?" I CAN hear you, ya know!

"He's a transfer student. It was a last minute decision to be assigned here." Mitsuru elaborated to the both of us it seems.

Co-Ed Dorms was that even allowed?

"Is it okay for him to stay here?" The brunette continued as if I wasn't here. Seriously I'm standing RIGHT beside you pinky, I can hear you loud and clear.

"HE has a name, THANK you." I pitched in, getting rather annoyed at being talked to as if I wasn't even in the room bowing towards Mitsuru. "My name is Shizuka Yamato, I'm 17 years old and I'll be attending Gekkoukan High School as junior. Nice to meet the two of you."

For the mental record: WHY isn't it NOT okay for me to stay here? You know... besides me a guy sharing this dorm with two (and probably more) girls.

"He'll eventually be moved to the boys dorm." Mitsuru continued onwards.

Wait... so what was the point in me staying here if this dorm is Co-ed. It is Co-ed right?

"This is Takeba Yukari. She'll be junior this spring, just like you."

Yukari gave a look. "... Hey." Gee, thanks for the warm welcome.

"Pleasure to meet you." I repeated.

... "... uhh... yeah..."

Hoo-ray for a delayed reply.

"Nice to meet you too." She added with a smile on her face. The negative feeling from her seemed to have failed, well at least she isn't a total bitch.

"It's getting late, you should get some rest." Mitsuru said looking at me with some concern. "Your room is on the second floor, at the end of the hallway. Your stuff should already be there."

"Oh... I'll show you the way." Yukari offered with a smile. Getting a bit nice know aren't you?

I nodded, however. Getting some sleep would be the best idea. "Thanks Takeba-san, Kirijo-san-"

"Please. Just call me Mitsuru, Kirijo-san is my father." She insisted with a smile on her face, while tossing her hair. "I'll be upstairs in the lounge. I have some work that I need to get done for the morning. Good night." Giving a bow she walked away.

"School hasn't stated yet... has it?" My knowledge of Japanese school systems were rather nil.

"...Don't mind it." Yukari told me after a long pause as she lend straight up the stairs.

Man, this dorm is SWEET! A kitchen, lounge, Tv, Vending machine!

Yukari was standing at the very end of the hall after I quickly checked the Vending machine for some drinks, in case I needed me a pick me up. "This is it!" Yukari announced rather cheerfully. "Pretty easy to remember, huh?... Since it's at the end of the hall." She then took my hand and placed a key into mine. "Oh! Make sure you don't lose your key or else you'll never hear the end of it..." I nearly snickered. it must have HAD to happen to her judging by her expression.

"So any questions?"

...Should I? "Nah, thanks Yukari." I made my way over to the door. I just want to sleeep...

"Ummm... can I ask you something?" Yukari's timid voice managed to catch my attention. Giving her a look she continued. "On your way from the station was everything okay?"

"It was fine." I lied through my teeth, well partially anyway. Having the world turn into the Green-Zone and seeing coffins everywhere was pretty much a normal experience for me. "Anything else?"

Yukari shook her looking rather pleasant. "... Never mind, then." Giving a wave good night. "Well I'd better get going..." She paused in her stride before glancing at me. "I'm sure you still have other question, but let's save them for later, okay?" Watching her run wasn't the most horrifying scene I've ever seen in my life but it was near that leave, shuddering as Yukari had vanished into the darkness of the dorm.

Finally. Now I can get some sleeeeeep.

Chapter 1-End.

For the longest time I've always wanted to write a Persona 3 fic, but it wasn't until I read P3: FES by SamJazz, A Fool Named Fortune by MagnusRagnar and Lusanti Style by DropletofSour I never really had the courage. These three helped inspire me to get this fic in the making to actually going. To be honest, this fic was planned out WAAAY before I even read any of these and pretty much have everything set up, and ready to go. Though those who know me are fully aware of how I feel about Yukari. I promise though, not to bash her.

Character pairings and Social Links, which have been altered, have already been decided upon, so please look forward to it. Constructive Criticism and reviews are always welcome.