Alright, Chapter 1
This is my first project, so please feel free to comment and criticize constructively. any suggestions would help.
Oh, before I forget.
Disclaimer: Atlus owns the storyline, character, and pretty much everything else in Persona 3. I just added two characters of my own and watch what happens.
Edit: Changed the rating for this fic because my friend pointed out that there's really nothing in here that should be rated M.
Chapter 1: The New Transfer Student
6 Months ago
The blood is getting into his eyes. In his rapidly blurring vision, He could see her, a silhouette in front of the full moon. He reached out to her, whispering one word-her name.
"Mo...mo...ka..."
Present
He stood there, in front of him, Gekkoukan High. He'd never seen it in person before today, yet he could already tell that this school would not be unlike all the rest he had visited in the past months.
He quickly went over the rules he had established for himself; Don't distinguish yourself from the rest of the student body, don't form bonds with anyone, and, most importantly, gather information about Momoka.
Momoka...
He shook his head quickly to snap himself out of it. He needs to focus on what he has to do right now.
With that in mind, he walked into the school.
"Alright, settle down, settle down. It seems that we have another transfer student in our class this month," His new homeroom teacher, Ms. Toriumi, said to the class.
"I expect you'll make him feel welcomed. Now why don't you introduce yourself?" she asked, looking at him.
He stepped forward. "My name is Yishiro Akio, pleased to make your acquaintance." he said, exactly the way he did the last few schools.
"Great. Now, let's see..." Ms. Toriumi said, scanning the room, "Ah, how about you sit next to him?" She said, pointing to a boy with bluish hair a detached look on his face. "He's a transfer student too, so you two should get along."
"Um...Ms. Toriumi?" another student said, standing up, a girl with brownish hair, the popular type, by his guess. "That desk is already taken. He's just not here today."
"Well if he's not here then that seat is available, isn't it?" Ms. Toriumi said stubbornly. That ended the discussion right there, and Yoshiro sat down in "his" seat.
"Alright, now let's pick up where we left off yesterday..." Ms. Toriumi said, starting her lesson.
Yoshiro stretched with a sigh. The school day is over, and so far, everything is pretty much what you'd expect life to be in a typical high school; Boring classes, teachers with no idea what they're doing, students that don't give a damn, the works.
"Yo."
He turned towards the voice, where a male student in a cap stood with an overly cheerful smile.
"What's up? Name's Junpei. I used to be a transfer student like you. And Minato too, the kid you're sitting next to, he was a transfer student like three weeks ago."
Yoshiro turned to his neighbor, the quiet kid with blue hair, who held up a hand but said nothing.
"Nice to meet you," Yoshiro said almost dismissively, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go," he finished, rising to his feet and starting to walk away.
"Wait, where're you going?" Junpei asked him. He sighed, annoyed.
"To find the student council president," he said, "I was told that she'll tell me where my dorm is."
"Student Council- you mean Mitsuru-Senpai?" Junpei pressed on, obviously not taking the hint.
"I don't know her name. I'm new, remember? Now could you buzz of?" he said with an overly contemptuous tone. Junpei's reaction was exactly what he wanted.
"Hmph, fine, I see how it is," Junpei said somewhat sulkily, "I was just being friendly and all." With that he walked away.
Minato sighed and stood up, walking past him. " Come on, I'll take you to Mitsuru-senpai," he said, the first time Yoshiro actually heard him speak.
"Oh, I was beginning to think that you can't talk," Yoshiro taunted, trying to drive him away like he did Junpei.
Minato looked at him coolly, not at all bothered by his remark, and merely stared at him.
After a while Yoshiro threw up his hand in mock defeat. "Fine, fine, where to?"
Minato gestured for him to follow, and they walked out of the class, only to enter the room right across from it. There, several students are busy doing...well, student council stuff for all he cares. One of them, a redhead with an elegant air around her, noticed them walk in and approached them.
"Arisato, who is this? He's not a student council member," she asked Minato.
"He's the new transfer student," Minato replied simply. The redhead's eyes lit up and she approached him.
"Ah, right. How about we talk outside?" she said, sheperding them out of the room, "My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. We were expecting you at the dorm last night, but you never came."
"It was really late. I figured it'd be better to stay in a hotel and go to the dorm today than arrive at three in the morning," he said.
"That does not matter. After all, Arisato arrived at the dorm past midnight. Regardless, your things are already in your room in the dorm. Arisato, could you take..."
"Yoshiro. Yoshiro Akio."
"Could you take Akio to the dorm? He will be staying there until further notice. I still have business to take care of in school. His room is the one opposite yours."
Minato shrugged indifferently, and without waiting for another reply Mitsuru went back into the room. He then gestured for him to follow, and started to walk away. Yoshiro stood there for a moment before chuckling. And then he rushed to catch up to Minato.
"Oh, hello. Who are you?"
They had taken the train out of Tatsumi Port Island, and had entered a particular building in Iwatodai, if he's not mistaken. There, a middle-aged man with goofy glasses and an even goofier grin greeted them with that question.
"I'm the new transfer student," he answered, " Yoshiro Akio."
"Ah yes. I suppose I should introduce myself too. My name is Shuji Ikutsuki, I'm the chairman of the school. I heard that you did not arrive yesterday, like you were supposed to, so we were a little worried."
"There were delays," Yoshiro answered smoothly, "I had to stay in a hotel for a night."
"Well, as long as you're alright," the man continued, "Now, do regarding your room assignment, there was a little confusion in the school's part, so until that's sorted out, you'll be staying in this dorm. I hope you're fine with that."
He shrugged. "I'm fine with that."
"Excellent. How about you examine your new room, then? It's on the second floor, all the way at the end of the hallway to the left. Your things are already there. And rest while you're at it. As they say, the early bird catches the bookworm!"
...That was the worst pun he had ever heard, but he chose not to say so out loud, and instead merely nodded before heading for the stairs. On the way up he met the girl from earlier in class.
"Oh, you're..." she said hesitantly.
"Yoshiro Akio," he said.
"Right," she said almost lost in thought, "Oh, my name's Yukari Takeba. We're in the same class."
Yoshiro nodded. He remembered.
"So, you've met the chairman downstairs?"
He nodded.
"Did he crack a bad pun on you?"
Another nod.
"Yeah... You'll get used to it. Well, welcome, then. Hope you enjoy it here."
"Thanks," he replied briefly.
"You know where your room is?" she asked.
"Yes. Second floor, last room to the left."
"Yup, right across from Minato's."
He nodded, and then proceeded up the stairs with a quick wave. He easily located the room, opened it, and walked in.
4th Floor of the Dormitory
"How is he doing?"
Mitsuru turned from the computer screen, showing the surveillance of Yoshiro's room. Ikutsuki stood behind her.
"Well, looks like he's asleep, for now," she commented. "Chairman, do you really think he has the potential?"
"Well I suppose we'll see. He could turn out like Minato, after all," the chairman replied. "In any case, it's almost the Dark Hour. If he remain in human form, that'll make it easier won't it?"
A few minutes later, the clock strikes midnight. And the room is instantly bathed in a greenish hue, while the moon shone an eerie yellow.
The Dark Hour had begun.
And Yoshiro is still in human form.
"Well, this shows that he at least has potential, or else he would have turned into a coffin." Mitsuru remarked.
"Good work. Continue to monitor- wait, what is he doing?"
The Chairman's remark brought Mitsuru's attention back onto the screen. Yoshiro, who had been laying on the bed, presumably sleeping, sat up and stretched as if it's natural for him to do so. He then jumped out of the bed, opened the window in his room-
-And jumped out.
Both Mitsuru and Ikutsuki stared at the screen in awe.
"What just happened?" Mitsuru asked after a few moments.
"I don't know, but it's almost as if he's used to doing that." Ikutsuki replied.
"I'll wake up the others. We don't want anything to happen to him during the Dark Hour." Mitsuru said.
"Right. We need to make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble," Ikutsuki agreed.
The wretched time came again, and like always, he went out to search. Search for anything that would lead him to Momoka.
He's used to this now; this wretched hour between one day and the next. He knows he'll get tired more quickly now, that most people are magically transformed into coffins.
That monsters roam free.
But here is where she disappeared to, and he'll do everything in his power to find her.
He rounded a corner on the street, still familiarizing himself with the area, when he saw it in the direction of Gekkoukan High.
The Tower, Soaring high like some twisted monstrous living thing, the moon partially blocked by it. In all his searching, this is his first time coming across something like it. He could feel a sense of dread emanating from the tower.
He could feel something else too. She's there, somewhere on that tower.
"Wait for me Momoka," he whispered. Then he ran in the direction of the tower.