Disclaimer: All assets of the Persona series belongs to Atlus and I claim no ownership. (Also Digimon and Pokemon don't belong to me either.)


NOTICE(4/20/19):

Timeline for this Universe-

Persona 1- Personas are unheard of. The incident with SEBEC brings their existence into the human world. Naoya: 16
Tatsuya: 13
Makato/Kotone: 9
Yu: 7
Ren: 6

Persona 2 -Few remember the events of P1, and even fewer think the events were real and not a dream. The governments are leery but otherwise have moved on. (Takes place 3 years after 1)
Naoya: 19
Tatsuya: 16
Makato/Kotone: 12
Yu: 10
Ren: 9

Persona 3- Persona activity is now being secretly monitored by the government after the events of P2. More or less unknown by the general populace. Events of P2 were heavily covered up. (Takes place 4 years after 2)
Naoya: 23
Tatsuya: 20
Makato/Kotone: 16
Yu: 14
Ren: 13

Persona 4- Personas are known by the population now after the events of P3. (Takes place 2 years after 3)
Naoya: 25
Tatsuya: 22
Makato/Kotone: 18
Yu: 16
Ren: 15

Persona 5- Personas are more or less widespread. (Takes place 1 year after 4)
Naoya: 26
Tatsuya: 23
Makato/Kotone: 19
Yu: 17
Ren: 16

Note: This is just a quick reference guide since these oneshots are going to be bouncing all over the place. Hopefully this will clear up any confusion in both current and future chapters. I will try and remember to let you all know if a oneshot that is split between different casts (I.E. Chapters 1 and 3) takes place in the same time period. If this is not outright stated or made obvious by the oneshot itself, assume that they take place at different times. I greatly apologize for any confusion.


Warning for the series as a whole: Extremely self-indulgent with touches of nostalgia(possibly). But hey, what fanfiction isn't.


Persona, I Choose You!

Persona 4 & 5

Changes


Summary: Two very different men contemplate the newest change to their lives, each with different thoughts on it.


Warning(s): Contains mild language and gratuitous use of slap-stick violence for comedic relief. Plus, Nanako being adorable.


Inaba

Ryotaro Dojima considered himself a fairly, well, fair man. While he addmited to being strict from time to time, he was a father after all, that didn't mean he didn't pay attention to his daughter or nephew. He cared for them both, and their well-being and safety was his top priority.

"Good morning, Uncle." Yu greeted. He gave Dojima a small, but warm smile.

"Morning, Dad," His daughter, Nanako, was right behind her cousin and clinging to Yu's leg. The older boy smiled down at her. Dojima felt his heart melt at the sight. It had been so long since his daughter smiled like that, and it was one of the rare mornings that he got to be there to see it. Seeing them like this made all his long hours worth it knowing they were safe.

"A good morning, Lord Dojima." Except, there was one thing he was having a hard time getting over.

He knew about Personas. Most people in the world did now. They were seen as guardians, something to protect whomever they attached to, but Dojima had a hard time seeing that. While rare in Inaba, he had traveled around before and he's seen Personas. Some of them looked like angelic beings, others not so much.

Izanagi was one of the stranger ones, though not as strange as that one the Hanamura kid toted around. Like most personas, Izanagi was small, he was even smaller than Nanako. He was dressed like one of those banchos, a deliquent with a steel mask that only allowed his yellow eyes to be seen.

"Good morning, you three." Dojima greeted back. As much as he wanted to ignore the persona, to be ignorant of a bigger change than his nephew staying with him on such short notice, he knew that would only upset Yu. Plus, Izanagi certainly didn't act bad, so to speak, and he'd been raised to be polite. Dojima wasn't blind, however.

Even as his two charges (his kids his mind supplied fondly) sat at the table, Izanagi taking his usual spot to Yu's left side, Dojima could see the things that his sweet Nanako didn't. The things that Yu chose to overlook.

Despite Izanagi looking more human-like than other personas, it didn't change the fact that he had weapons. Some personas had weapons like claws and teeth. Others had ones that looked clearly for combat. It wouldn't have bothered Dojima so much if those weapons were more natural, at least then he could pretend like it was a pet.

Izanagi wasn't like that.

There were clearly man-made weapons on Izanagi's person. His gloves had razor sharp points and he carried a rather large naginata, or what looked like one, on his back. Even his shoes. They looked like simple geisha sandals but if one looked close enough, the heels were clearly blades. He had even seen Izanagi prepare to use his weapon whenever a loud noise startled him, thankfully he was quick to calm down, but it made Dojima nervous none the less.

(Briefly there was a flash in his mind of demons roaming the streets and of a boy in uniform sending out a blue figure to fight, but Dojima pushed the memory down.)

"Izanagi," Nanako said, after taking a bite of her eggs,"Do you ever take those fake nails off?" Izanagi blinked.

"Fake nails, Lady Nanako?"

"Yeah." Nanako held up her hand and attempted to mimic one of Izanagi's 'nails' to make her point,"Can't you take them off?" Izanagi was clearly confused and Yu kept his face towards his plate, though Dojima could make out an amused smile that the other tried to hide by taking a bite of toast.

"I, I could if I wanted to, yes."

"The why don't you? Don't they get in the way?"

"I am able to accomodate them. I have worn them my whole life after all."

"Oh." Nanako looked down at her plate. While she thought, Dojima decided to ask a question of his own.

"So you just wear them out of habit? How long have you had them?" The persona tilted his head and he could see Yu tense slightly at the question. Really, he couldn't blame his nephew. It wasn't often Dojima spoke so directly to the Persona unless it was out of politeness, but he was genuinely curious. That and the detective side of him wanted to analyze the possible threat level.

"We persona do not necessarily know when we come into existence. All I can tell you is I had them when I became aware of my own presence, and have never taken them off since."

Okay, so very much able to use them. Right. Dojima shook his head.

"Why don't you paint them?" Nanako spoke up. Everyone froze. Izanagi titled his head.

"Paint them, Lady Nanako?"

"Yeah. Some of the girls at my school have nails that are really long and they like to paint them. Sometimes they put designs on them." Suddenly her face lit, and you could practically feel the morning sunshine grow warmer.

"Oh! Why don't I paint them for you? I know how to make a kitty and a doggy, and a panda. I think it'll look adorable."

"A-adorable?" There was a snort at Izanagi's confusion and Yu tried to cover it up, coughing to clear his throat. Even Dojima was trying to hide his smile behind a hand.

"Yep." Nanako chirped, hopping off her chair and taking everyone's plates, save for Izanagi, who didn't really eat.

"It's alright Nanako, I'll handle the dishes when I get back. Why don't I walk you to school." Nanako beamed at her father, but then looked at Izanagi.

"Izanagi, were you not hungry?" she asked, obviously noting the lack of plate the persona had.

"Do not worry for me, Lady Nanako. We persona don't make a habit of eating." Nanako puffed her cheeks out at that, displeased, then ran over and grabbed an extra piece of toast off a plate. She held it out to Izanagi.

"That's no good. Dad and big bro always say you need to eat to be healthy. If you don't eat you won't be healthy, then you'll get sick. We'll all be sad if you get sick." Izanagi blinked, then looked towards Yu, perhaps for guidance. His nephew wasn't much help though, hiding his amusement with a turned head. Dojima watched as Izanagi stared at the ground. He thought the persona was going to refuse Nanako's offer. Then, tentatively, he held out a hand and Nanako gave it to him.

The persona looked at the toast then back to Nanako. Dojima could swear he saw a pink tint on the cheeks of the mask, but dismissed it.

"I, um, thank you. You are very kind, Lady Nanako."

Dojima could admit, Nanako did have a point. Even with all his sharp weapons and sudden appearence, Izanagi did look rather adorable as he walked beside Yu towards school, contemplating the buttered toast.


Yongen-Jaya

Sojiro Sakura thought himself a simple man. All he needed was his home, his cafe, and his daughter, and he felt content. His customers were generally well-mannered and easy-going. His coffee and curry were considered some of the best in Tokyo. Life was good.

Thud!

"Ah!"

"I tried to warn you."

"Perhaps, next time, you'll get up, my foolish master."

"You truly are harsh, my friend."

Sojiro sighed. He was thankful it wasn't time to open yet. He didn't need his customers worrying about the deluinquent he kept up stairs with the rest of his stooges. He was going to need a strong one this morning it seemed.

"Why'd you push me?"

"You refused to wake."

"I still had thirty minutes, you ass."

"I did try to warn you, Ren."

"Shut it, Morgana."

Yes. A strong coffee indeed.

As Sojiro got the coffee maker ready, he could hear thumping around upstairs. No doubt his charge getting ready for school and arguing with two of his three roommates. Well, if two personas and a cat could be called roommates.

The arguing was starting to come downstairs just as Sojiro poured himself, and three others, a cup.

Not long after saw Ren come downstairs. His black hair seemed a little messier than usual, no doubt thanks to his tussle with his persona, followed by the rest of his entourage.

Honestly, if Sojiro had known taking this kid in would turn his quaint cafe into a circus he would have thought twice about becoming Ren's guardian. Then again, with how rough his life had gotten back in his hometown Sojiro probably would have put up with it anyway.

Ren sat at the counter with a huff and gingerly rubbed the side of his head. Morgana, a black and white cat with a yellow collar, hopped up on the stool beside him. To Morgana's right sat Zorro, a persona dressed in a black outfit, with matching mask and cape while Arsene, who wore a red suit, black top hat and had dark wings, sat to Ren's left.

"Do you need an aspirin, Ren?" Zorro asked, but the youth shook his head.

"Nah. I'm used to it by now."

"Do not baby him, Zorro. He must learn to start being a little more punctual. A gentleman should never be late after all." Arsene said, crossing one leg over the other. For something that was only about as big as a gradeschooler, the little shit could be quite vicious.

"I haven't been late since my first day. Aren't you satisfied with that?" Ren grumbled. Sojiro handed him his coffee and curry and the other smiled in thanks.

"No." Arsene tipped his hat to Sojiro as he handed the Persona his cup. Zorro simply nodded.

"Well, at least you have time to eat." Morgana chirped, then went back to lapping up the milk Sojiro had put in a saucer for him. Ren rolled his eyes behind his glasses, but said nothing as he chewed.

There was silence now as all took to their breakfast, and Sojiro took the time to contemplate and study the four before him.

Granted, he's had plenty of times to watch them. They lived in his cafe, after all.

There seemed to almost be a - love and hate dynamic going on between them. Well, more with Ren and Arsene, even if the two won't admit it. He's seen Ren both worry for the persona, nearly dashing out of the cafe one night when the winged creature had yet to return home, and also threaten to turn him into a feather duster. He's also heard about Arsene making Ren follow a code of "Gentleman's Rules" (and punishing him for breaking them) but also being protective of Ren. He'll never forget the phone call he got from the school saying something about a nasty little persona throwing a fit and getting feathers everywhere all while trying to scare off a group of teens harassing Ren.

(Sojiro wasn't sure how to feel about that. However, the mental image of Arsene dancing around with fluffed feathers like a pissed off mother hen was an amusing one.)

At least Morgana and Zorro were less chaotic. Zorro normally leaving to do his own business for the day, something Sojiro was sure he didn't wan't to ask about after the time the persona came home sopping wet, while Morgana stayed with Ren. Until they got home, then hell would break loose yet again. Like the one time Arsene managed to piss Zorro off enough to spar with him. In Ren's room. While the cafe was still open. They managed to break a chair.

Then there were the times Ren would 'button-mash' the cat, Arsene's feathers covering the attic, Zorro being a little too enthusiastic polishing his sword. Good Lord, plus the days Ren would bring his entire circus of monkeys home (how so many teenagers, personas, and a talking cat fit up in that attic he'd never know).

Honestly, he remembered when his cafe used to be more quiet. Quaint. He'd been content.

"Sojiro-san?" Sojiro blinked, brought back to the present. The plates were gone from the counter, probably soaking in the sink with Ren standing there giving him a concerned look, Morgana poking his head out the bag to peer at him. Sojiro cleared his throat.

"Yes? what is it?"

"We're heading out now. Is everything okay?" Sojiro chuckled.

"Everything's just fine. You four get out of here. I gotta open up soon." Zorro bowed.

"Thank you for breakfast." Arsene mimicked Zorro, tipping his hat.

"Indeed. We will be sure to be back later this afternoon." He turned to Ren and gave a light tap on his shin with his shoe. "And we'd best be off. As I said, you need to be punctual."

The teen grumbled at the Persona, but didn't argue. Giving another goodbye to Sojiro before walking out the door, Zorro and Arsene following.

The cafe was quiet once again. Sojiro walked out from behind the counter to flip the sign, noticing Ren had forgotten. However, just as he was turning to go back in, he saw out of the corner of his eye Ren say something and Arsene jump up and slap him in the back of the head with a wing.

Sojiro sighed and walked back into the cafe.

His phone vibrated and he pulled it out to see a message from Futaba.

Futaba: You love them and you know it.

Sojiro smirked.

Sure he was content with his cafe and his daughter, but he was happier with Ren and his circus of stooges and chaos running around.


Hello, all! A new posting in a new fandom, here we go!

Okay, in all honesty I'm tired, but I really wanted to post this because it wouldn't leave me alone. Hopefully it's happy now. However, as stated before this is my first post to this fandom, though I've been a fan of Persona for some time now, so I hope you guys don't mind me invading this little corner.

As you may have suspected (or not) this series of oneshots is influenced by Digimon and how they did things. Honestly the only thing Pokemon is the title because I couldn't be original enough to think of a better joke. :P

As stated above this entire collection will be very self-indulgent, and also this is the first oneshot I've wrote for this universe so I apologize if it's a little rough. Hopefully later entries will be more streamlined. Maybe. This will also eventually include other Persona games as well from the first to the third, but P4 and P5 will probably be the main ones since I'm most familiar with them.

Critique is welcome and I'd love to hear you're thoughts. Also I know this is more telling than showing but I just kind of want to set things up for this. So no worries, I'm aware of that part at least! :D (Did that even make sense. . . :/)

Sincerely,
Fallen L. Angel