The

Reason

A persona3 fan fiction

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Disclaimer: I don't own persona

Prologue: A Reason to Return

I opened my eyes, I saw our house. It was small and it was painted a pale yellow while its roof was red. I was in a garden when a man wearing a collared shirt came with this little girl who was wearing a cute pink dress. They were happy, laughing and playing with each other when a woman called out from the window. I didn't hear what she said but the little girl tugged her dad's shirt and asked him if they could go to the place the woman—which probably her mom—was telling them to go to. The father agreed and then lifted his daughter and gave her a piggy-back ride. After they left everything blurred out for a moment, as the view became clearer I blinked my eyes for a couple of times to refocus my vision and noticed that the scene has changed, I am now standing at the back of the same girl I saw, smiling and laughing with her dad but now everything has changed. She was crying, shouting and desperately calling for help. Then I saw the reason why she was crying; there in front of her lay her parents DEAD—she was shaking and calling for her dad hoping to receive a response but nothing seems to be working. She continued crying laying her head on top of her father's lifeless body ignoring the fact that there is already a blanket of fresh blood soaking her feet then after a few moments she started to stand up turning to face in my direction then she looked me in the eyes. She stared at me; her crimson eyes now red from crying dug a hole through my own red ones. She opened her mouth to speak; two words that sent a shiver down my spine

"Come home"

I flung my eyes open, I rose up so I can sit on my bed I ran my fingers through my auburn hair, 'it's only a dream' I whispered to myself . Catching my breath, I looked at my clock its already half past six, good thing today's a Sunday.

"It's been almost ten years, huh. I guess it really is time to go home." I got up and changed from my PJs to my everyday clothes and I slung my red earphones over my shoulders. I descended the stairs and saw my auntie cooking breakfast.

"Morning," while heading straight to where my auntie is; only stopping in front of the fridge to fetch myself a glass of milk

"Morning,"

"What's cooking? Mmm… smells good!" I hugged her with my free hand and peeked over her shoulder.

"Omelet and fried rice; your favorite right?" I nodded in approval and headed back to sit by the table while she cleaned the counter and followed me to the dining room.

"Auntie," I said while playing with my earphones.

"Yes honey?" she glanced up from her coffee.

"Can. . . I go back to highschool?" speeding up the last four words, I glanced at her to see her reaction but she just smiled at me and looked at me with her chocolate eyes.

"Why are you asking me those things?" she managed to reply in-between giggles.

"B-but—"

"Oh hush up! It's your life after all—"

"It's not that! It's just that I . . . I . . ."

"I?"

"I want to go study in Japan" there I said it! Now I just want to go back to my room, hide and never show my face to her ever again but she just burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?!" I complained and started pouting which signaled her to stop laughing.

"Oh look at you! you're so adorable!" she pinched my cheeks which only earned her a 'hmp' from me, noticing this she shifted her hand and she now cupped my cheek "Of course honey, it's just that you know me and your uncle can't go back with you"

"I understand that, I can always go by on my own and rent an apart—"

"Oh no you can, young lady a girl like you can't possibly live on your own! If you'll go you'll have to do dorms! " she replied, well ordered with her 'I'm-the-boss' tone.

"It's not like I have a choice, right?" I shrugged and gave her a short bear hug "Thanks auntie!"

"And auntie about my documents, can I go anonymous?"

She gasped, "Are you ashamed of your name miss Minako Arisato?" she said emphasizing my name.

"It's not that I want to change my name or something like that, I just want to keep a low profile" I raised my hands in defense.

"Oh-kay," she let off an exaggerated nod "so a normal school won't do," she paused "so its Gekkoukan then" I frowned to her reply "I mean, Gekkoukan? Isn't that a high profile school?" I replied with worry painted on my face.

"Don't worry" she patted my shoulder "you're identity's safe there and besides it's almost the start of the school year, we don't want you to miss your classes do we?" she said with a smirk. It took us half a month to take care of my documents and all that stuff which usually takes half a year to settle then it's already time to go back home—to Japan.