I do not own Persona or Shin Megami Tensei. This is just a story written for fun.
The characters may not stick to cannon. Hopefully you find it fun.
May contain Violence, Crude humor, Political Incorrectness, and Sexual Situations, depictions of nudity and sex.
I may get facts wrong or purposely change them.
Feel free to correct me in a polite way, cause i am soft as charmin.
If this isn't acceptable for you then this isn't the story for you.
Tale of a Morooka
Chapter 1: Enter the Morooka!
When you were little, your parents told you that you would grow up to be anything you wanted, and that they would always be proud of you.
And boy, did you grow into a healthy high schooler. You can still see their faces, their proud and oh so loving faces, as they sent you away.
And here you were, on a bargain charter bus arriving in the town you would be in for the next year.
You had to admit, it was a pretty nice town, much bigger than your last. But you did live like a king in that town, and now you were just a pawn. Mother didn't even leave you with any cash.
You stood in silence, as the bus pelted you with small rocks as it pulled away. There would be a reckoning for all of this, you told yourself.
"Jin," said your uncle? Oh yeah, you are Jin.
You didn't want to even look towards him, because once you did reality would set in.
"I know that's you. I know a loser when I see one, and I am looking at one right now."
Your uncle Morooka, had a way with words. It must have been all those growth hormones his teeth had gotten.
Sure they made him unsightly, but to be that charismatic you had to give a little something.
"Yes uncle," you said.
'Crack!'
Your head whipped as it felt the sting of his hand.
"It's Mr. Morooka," said the moron. "And this is day one of education in manners."
He made it clear that he was taking you straight to school, even though it was already half way through the day. He was a teacher
there, so life was definitely at a high point.
Mr. Morooka at least had the decency to feed you as he pulled into a Weeaburger.
"Yeah," said Mr. Morooka, "Ill take a husbando burger, Mecha Fries, and a large coke."
It had been a while since you had a husbando burger. "Oh and a happy meal for the kid."
You ate your tiny fries, and two bites of cheeseburger as he drove to the school.
He pulled up to the main gate. The school was much bigger than you were used to.
"Alright, get out," Said Mr. Morooka. He revved the cars tiny engine to show he was serious.
"You mean you aren't coming too," you questioned? Mr. Morooka waved his hand dismissively at you.
"I have an important meeting," said Mr. Morooka.
"Outside of school," you questioned again?
'Crack!' It was a fair argument, but somehow his hands argument was better.
The school was clean, you would give it that, and everywhere had students bustling around.
Yet, you would swear some of them just looked like faceless blobs.
You followed a few of these faceless people hoping they would lead you to where you wanted to go, and soon enough you
found yourself lost in the middle of a maze rather than the start.
So you did what was best, and stood on the edge of a locker pretending you weren't completely lost. Eventually you found yourself all alone in the hallways.
So you did what was best, and stood on the edge of a locker pretending you weren't complete-
"HEY!" someone screamed at you. Two people approached you. One brute wearing a leather jacket over his shoulders, and the other a cute girl who wore an overly
large sweater.
"I don't recognize you," said the man, "are you the new kid?"
You nodded, and he seemed to size you up for a second
"You don't look like a Morooka. Whatever follow me," he said. You did as he said, following just behind the blond girl.
She looked back at you, and smiled sweetly as you followed. You would woo her, in time.
You were led to a class, half full of students, being taught by a brunette woman who was definitely not Morooka. That's all you
wanted. As the three of you entered the teacher stopped her lecture.
She had nice eyes, but you could tell she put little effort into her appearance.
"Kanji, Haru," said the teacher, "thanks for bringing the new student." Ah, those two had names. The teacher pointed to a spot
beside her. You followed her wishes and looked to your class.
"Everyone say hello to your new classmate," Said the teacher, you could hear her huff as she began the next part. "Morooka
Jinkato." You had expected snickers that you assumed accompanied Morooka's fine name, but instead everyone greeted you as
she asked.
"Nice to meet you all," you said. "Please look favorably upon me." You even bowed as you were taught.
"You can take a seat next to your friends Kanji, and Haru," said the teacher. Sure enough there was an empty seat between them
all the way in the back of the classroom.
"But he yelled at me," you said. She huffed again, and you could swear you heard her say something to the effect of 'don't be a
snitch.'
You took your seat between them, again Haru threw a smile in your direction. Two smiles within five minutes, you were practically
dating.
You weren't sure how you felt about her curly hair yet, but the girl was cute.
Why though did she wear such a sweater? Maybe she had a few extra pounds. That's why she was so nice to you. Because she
was an undesirable with a cute face.
You felt betrayed by your first almost girlfriend of Tokyo, you wouldn't trust her again. She did have nice leggings though, and her
legs looked nice too.
"Did you try to rat on me," Kanji whispered. You straightened up immediately. Preparing yourself to lie.
Sweat almost dropped before you remembered you were good at this.
"Yeah," You said.
"Son of a-," said Kanji, "I wasn't yelling at ya, that's just how I talk." Sure enough his whispers were harsh as well. You could tell
the people around were trying to listen in.
"So," Kanji quieted as the teacher looked at him, "how did you get expelled from your last school?" You didn't get expelled at all,
you were the best student there. Sure you found a way not to do any work at all, but the point is you had the highest grade.
This was an important moment of defining yourself and setting yourself up to owning this school like the last. This decision
shouldn't be taken lightly.
"Let's just say, chemical trades is my work," I didn't know whether he would understand what I was referring to, since he didn't look like the smartest guy.
'Did he just say twerk,' I heard someone whisper. 'How does someone get expelled because they twerk?' I almost yelled at the
person who whispered that, until I saw our teacher look at me.
She must have saw me talking. She turned away with an ugly expression on her face. I wasn't in her good graces.
"Dealer huh," said Kanji. At least he heard correctly. "I wish I had some of that money to get my business kicked off." Kanji would
be perfect to start off the rumor mill.
No doubt the new student would be a huge interest to everybody. And with the rumor mill churning I could crea—
"And with the other new student you won't have to worry about people talking about it too much. He's actually pretty chill
although everyone is afraid of him cause he assaulted a guy" What the fuck did he mean other new student? And he assaulted
someone? How could I beat that!
"Oh," I said, "interesting."
The conversation ended there, as I sat contemplating this turn of events. Me being the second new student was not part of the
plan. My brain fumed trying to figure out what was just said.
'maybe I should make friends with the new guy,' I heard someone whisper. For a moment I was relieved that I was overreacting,
before someone finished his thought.
'Good luck getting around Akira with his clique surrounding him.' The name was burned into my mind. Akira! He was the enemy.
He was the stealer of opportunity.
And he already had a clique? How many girls were in his clique. My spider sense tingled, and I turned to my right to see Haru
smiling at me.
'you will be the first of my clique,' I thought. When I looked at her she smiled even brighter, and I realized she saw that my angry
face had went away.
"Morooka Jinkato, of Los Angeles," I said. I extended my arm out to her. She shook it immediately, and offered her own name.
"Okumura Haru," she said. Her hands were cold, and I realized the sweater may have more use than just hiding her shame.
"Morooka," screamed the teacher, "what does this say." I looked to the nameplate on her desk, she was not happy. It read
'Kawakami Sadayo.'
'That's what her name is,' I thought. The teacher didn't wait for me to answer.
"I will help you out ya little snot." I wouldn't describe myself like that at all. "It says that I am the teacher and I am in charge of
this classroom." That wasn't quite what I translated it too, but she made her point. "Any questions." I had none, and the teacher
reluctantly went back to teaching.
Class ended, bringing lunch period. I would just be waiting for it to end. I had nobody to relax with.
Haru exited the class and immediately locked eyes with me. She began to speak to Kanji no doubt pleading an invite for the
sad student.
They approached me, and nothing was worse than that. I formulated the perfect plan to keep my pride intact. I would not
accept a pity invite.
"Hey Morooka," said haru.
With unrivaled grace I put my master plan to action, and ran straight away from them. They watched in stunned silence at what I
had done.
"Did your new boyfriend just run away from you," asked Kanji?
"He's not my boyfriend," I heard Haru reply. I did run away from her, though I wasn't her boyfriend, and I saw my plan succeed as
the two of them disappeared from my vision. My genius truly knew no bounds.
'Whack!'
My body collided with someone, and I felt myself crumble under their weight. My back hit the floor suddenly. A girlish cry filled the
hall until I was able to close my own mouth.
I felt weight on my lap, and what I thought were two hands wrapped snugly around my crotch.
Too small to be my own.
I opened my eyes as the world spun a few times before settling.
Sitting on top of me was a man with blue hair and a stylish hat on. He even had a blue button up with a tie. The definition of class.
I knew immediately that this was all just an accident. No sane person would take it as anything else. The boy stared at me
for a second, before his eyes began to look at my crotch.
He didn't lift a hand, and I could feel the pressure burning as he continued to stare.
Still he didn't take his hands away from my jewels, maybe just fellow bro appreciation or something.
This was just an accident though, and I had even caused it by my wreckless running.
The boy even had a kind face, and legs that were surprisingly warm.
"I….I…um..Sorry," said the boy. I saw a blush form on his face, and I was about to apologize to the gentleman, before I
noticed something.
Peaking from underneath the pervert's shirt was the strap of a lavender bra.
TRIGGERED
My inner Meninist strength helped my swing the groper off of me, as she collided with a locker. She struggled to get up as I
did the only sensible thing.
"PERVERTTTT," I screamed as if someone had given me a regular soda when I clearly asked for a diet.
"No," said the pervert, "It was an accident. More so your fault than-." I looked at her as people crowded around. She would
not shame me today.
This was the reason I never trusted people. I stared at her cute face and blushing cheeks. Then I looked to her chest which was
hidden by the tie currently settled between the two well developed mounds. And her nice legs, hidden by those stylish pants. She was the modern
day Clark Kent
"I hope you enjoyed your free feel you pig," I said. The girl blushed profusely, and spent her time looking at the gathering crowd
before looking back at me.
"It was an accident honestly," she said.
I heard people begin whispering about a 'young detective,' and repeating the name 'Shirogane Naoto.' Not enough were
whispering what a pervert she was.
"I am sorry," Naoto said. She moved through the crowd and just like that she was gone. I hoped that she had learned a lesson. If
not, then I would have to enact my own justice.
It took me nearly a half hour to wash the filth of her perversions off of me. I exited the bathrooms to find another scene had
stirred up.
Nobody was throwing punches or enacting social justice, so I stood confused. And then I heard something interesting.
"Kurusu Akira already has a girlfriend," they whispered and it seemed to be the talk of the school.
There he was, wearing dark clothes and dark glasses. He was edgy, and with the medium haired girl hanging on his shoulder I
knew I had met a worthy opponent.
He didn't know it yet, but today was the start of a rivalry. Which I truly wasn't ready for so early. It was supposed to go smoother
than this.
I had to go do my homework, on the people in the school, not my actual homework. I had at least a few days grace period of
excuses before I would have to find someone to do it for me.
For a second we locked eyes, and I quickly moved out of his vision. I wasn't fearful, although he was taller than me. Instead I
knew my strength would be he didn't know he had an enemy.
I stepped outside the front entrance, and prepared to go home. I got as far as the sidewalk planning everything I could do to get
an advantage.
I remembered then I didn't know where I was going. I had to text my mom for any information. It only took a quick 'I love
you too' text, and I was off again.
I ended up walking for nearly an hour before I found the place. It was a two story home, but looked rather small.
I knocked upon the front door, not yet comfortable with walking in and waited to nearly a minute. Again I knocked, but this
time the door was answered.
Captain Moron didn't answer surprisingly, but instead a girl who looked to be my age. She didn't smile, but instead had a
very serious face. Her hands were behind her back, showing that she was very skinny, cute though.
"You must be Jinkato," she said. I was certain he didn't have any daughters, but whatever. I put my hand and she offered
me hers, but instead of shaking it I pressed my lips quickly to her knuckles.
She didn't swoon, or recoil, but instead showed slight surprise mixed with a dash of a smirk.
"Very forward," she said, "you know we are going to be living together, considering I am your cousin…by law anyways." I
tried not to read too much into her comment.
"Woe is you," I said, "to have to live so long with my uncle miss. Please look favorably upon me" She smiled, showing that she felt a certain way about
Morooka.
"You can call me Yumi," she said, "brother Jinkato." I could already tell this would be a worthy alliance. But for now, I had
work to do.