P3: Nagito's Journey

A/N:

Rwanime442 is back with a new story! Persona 3: Nagito's Journey. This is a P3 novelization with an OC Protagonist. I couldn't have done this without the help of Immortal Thunder. Before I start the story, I will show you a bio of the MC. As I always say; I don't mind criticism, but if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything. If you don't like it, just don't read it.

Nagito Ishikawa

Age: 17

Birthday: December 17

Birthplace: Iwatodai City, Japan

Height: 5,5

Weight: 123 LBS

Eyes: brown, wears glasses (he takes them off when he's in battle)

Hair: long black hair in a ponytail

Personality: shy, friendly, but has a strong since of justice

Likes: friendship, manga, Risette

Dislikes: bullies, Shadows, men that are disrespectful to women

And now...The story.

4/7: Nighttime, train headed to Iwatodai

In the dead of the night, the train was completely empty except for a single person. It was a teenage boy. He had long, black hair in a ponytail, brown eyes, and wearing glasses. His name was Nagito Ishikawa, 17 years old. He was returning to Iwatodai as a high school student. He was born in Iwatodai, though he hasn't visited this city in a long time. Ten years ago, He and his parents were going on a trip when they were attacked on the Moonlight Bridge. He survived, but his parents were not so lucky. They were killed by some mysterious creature. That was all he really could remember. Everything else that happened that fateful night was a blank. Ever since then, he has been transferred from school to school, town to town, relative to relative. Every midnight since the incident, he has experienced a horrible hour where electronics stop working, water turns to blood, and people turn into coffins. After several years, he got used to it. He had never told anyone because he knew they would not believe him. He never made any friends so he was real shy around people, he was also ignored and abused by his relatives. His last home was with his aunt and uncle in the Adachi district of Tokyo. He was sent away back to his hometown and enrolled in Gekkoukan High. He could not have been happier to be away from such awful people as his aunt and uncle. This could also be his chance to investigate what exactly happened to him and his parents ten years ago.

"Due to a malfunction in the switching system, the rail schedule has been greatly altered. The next stop is Iwatodai, Iwatodai." The voice on the intercom spoke.

The train finally stopped at its destination and Nagito got off the train. He took his phone out of his pocket to see how late it was. It was 11:59 PM.

I can't believe how late it is. It's almost midnight. He thought to himself.

As soon as he thought that, his phone and his MP3 went dead, and the people around him turned into coffins.

"I better get to the dorm. I may be used to this, but it still scares me every time." He said out loud.

He hated being outside when that horrible time would happen. He always felt that something was going to jump out at him at anytime. Fortunately, the place he needed to be was a just a short walk from the station. After a few minutes of walking the streets, he came across a dormitory. He looked at the pamplet in his hand and noticed that the picture on it matched the building he was in front of. He quickly walked over to the entrance and went inside. As soon as he walked inside, relief washed over him.

"Good evening." A voice that came out of nowhere said, which nearly made Nagito jump out of his skin. He turned left to see a boy standing behind the reception desk. He looked like an eight year boy. He had short black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing what looked like an old prison outfit. He had an

ominous smile on his face. Nagito was surprised to see another person active during that hour, but Nagito felt that this wasn't a normal boy.

"W-W-Who are you?" Nagito asked the boy nervously.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you." The boy said with a mysterious voice.

"Now, if you wish to continue, please sign your name here." The boy said, pointing at a binder on the desk. "Don't worry, it's a contract. All it says is that you have take responsibility for your actions, you know, the usual stuff."

Nagito opened the binder. A dotted line was below the words, 'I chooseth this faith of mine own free will'. He did what he was told and signed his name on the dotted line and closed the binder.

The boy then picked up the binder and it disappeared from his hand. "Time delivers us all to the same end. Wishing won't make it go away. And so it begins." The boy said with nonsensical and ominous words and disappeared into the darkness.

Did I imagine that? It sure felt real. Nagito thought to himself.

"Who's there?!" A voice screamed from the down the hallway, once again making Nagito nearly jump out of his skin. He turned around to see a girl around his age. She was wearing a pink cardigan, a short skirt, knee high socks and brown loafers. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She seemed to have a panicked look on her face.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He said, trying to calm her down, but it fell on deaf ears as she reached for the gun on the holster on her leg.

"W-W-W-W-Wait! D-D-D-Don't shoot!" Nagito panicked, running for cover behind a chair in the lounge.

"Takeba, wait!" A voice called from behind the girl. She turned around to see a girl with long red hair and red eyes. She was wearing a ruffled blouse and knee high boots.

That's when the lights came back on his MP3 came back on blasting out a song by Risette.

"It's okay to come out now." The voice belonging to redhead said.

"O-Okay..." Nagito responded, standing back up. When he did, he got a glance of the redhead girl.

S-She's so beautiful. Nagito thought to himself, trying not to blush at her beauty.

"I didn't think you would arrive so late. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo, I'm a resident of this dorm." The redhead introduced herself.

"Who's he?" The brunette asked.

"This is Nagito Ishikawa, he'll be staying for now." Misturu said.

"Is it really okay for him to be here?" The brunette questioned.

"We'll see." Misturu said with a small smile on her face. "This is Yukari Takeba. She'll be a junior tomorrow, just like you." The redhead said.

"That's me. I'm sorry for scaring you, Nagito-kun." Yukari said in an apologetic voice.

"I-It's okay. Why do you guys have guns?" He asked.

"Huh? I-It's a hobby." Yukari answered nervously.

"A hobby?" Nagito asked.

"What she means to say is that these are used for protection. They're not real guns." Mitsuru said.

"You must be exhausted. Takeba, go get some rest. Ishikawa, I'll show you your room. Follow me."

Mitsuru went upstairs and Nagito followed her to the end of the hallway. "This is your room. Here's your key." She said, handing him the key to the room. "I ask that you please don't lose it." The way she said it made it sound like someone lost their key, there would be dire concequences.

"Before I go, do have any questions you'd like to ask?"

"N-No, I'm good." He said.

"Very well then. Good night, Ishikawa." She said as she walked away.

"Y-Yeah, 'night." He said. He unlocked the door with his key and entered the room. All of his things were already there, but he was too tired to unpack. He changed into his Pjs and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Chapter 1 end.

A/N: That's all for now. Next time, Nagito gets visited by our favorite long-nosed man. I hope you enjoy it.