DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is a crossover between the series Megaman / Rockman X and [Shin Megami Tensei:] Persona 3 [and MAYBE 4, as it is the sequel]. This franchises are copyrighted by CAPCOM and ATLUS respectively, meaning the only rights to this story is the originality of the plot; however, virtually all characters are already existent, and NOT under my personal ownership. However, there will be a third party of characters that are my creation, which I will reveal as the story goes on to prevent spoilers, most likely at the end. You'll know what I mean.

Anywho, happy reading!


"Those who don't remember the past… are doomed to repeat it." – George Santayana


Not much was known about the events that transpired which had led to the events that lead to the death of one young Minato Arisato on March 5, 2010. Some say it was heart failure. Some say he just fell asleep and never woke up. But those close to him – those who shared his… 'unique situation'... knew better. He was the one to house a divine entity of the absolute end – Death itself – since childhood. When it finally was released and threatened to wipe out all mankind.

Minato and his companions – a small group of individuals ranging from high school students to an android to an orphaned boy to a puppy – each with a similar, extremely rare gift – learned that this being of death, Nyx, goddess of absolute death and mother of the creatures they fought dubbed 'Shadows' (Demonic offspring of unaware humans which repress emotion or negative feelings, which effectively mutate into monstrosities whose powers are dominated by the Major Arcana they are classified as, meaning the Tarot card their powers fall under) could not die herself.

Come to think of it, the effective death of a godlike being seems ludicrous to the average person. 'Kill a god What sacrilege! Blasphemy! Insanity!' So in an act of desperation – the last remaining glimmer of hope – Minato, having known that is what he who suppressed Dearth for more than a decade in his own body, created a pocket dimension with his own powers – the power of the Wild Card, a rare ability to master Persona (The abilities that represent a person's soul incarnate, taking the form of a meta-physical being, almost always based off of ancient lore of some kind; Shadows that are able to grasp its own ego lose the insanity that plagues them and can become a Persona; a Persona can be divided into any of the 22 Major Arcana, but are usually between Arcanae I – XII (The Magician all the way to The Hanged Man), and those of 0 (The Fool; also deemed the Wild Card) and XIII to XXII are rare (Death all the way to The World)) and used all of his power – effectively signing his death warrant – to seal away Nyx behind a gate dubbed 'The Great Seal'; his soul itself became the lock. Of course, this happen on the eve of the New Year – January 1 2010; the night of the Full Moon, when the Shadows' power were at their peak.

Minato clung to life another 2 months, and died on Graduation Day of his school; Gekkoukan High School, Port Island / Iwatodai, Japan; Died March 5, 2010, died as a high school first-day senior.

His friends who partook in the same battle as him remember him as the savior of mankind from a force no one was aware had the guillotine looming of mankind's head.

A savior that humanity remained unaware of for nearly 200 years.

But 'history' and 'destiny'… have a funny, also sadistic way of humoring each other...

Let us step to the year 21XX, just shy of the new century…


CHAPTER 1: Precursor of the Past (OPERA OF LOST MEMORY)


X's Journal: Entry 305

Date: March 4, 21XX

Mood: Content

Dear Diary,

For the first time in a long time, as strange as it sounds, I feel like a large burden was taken off my shoulders. It wasn't easy, but we've finally found a cure to all forms of the Maverick Virus. The Sigma, Colony, Nightmare and Zero Virus were similarly taken care of as well; I think that those who lost their lives in the wars would be honored to learn that the project we Maverick Hunters worked so tirelessly to complete in their name has finally come to fruition.

And speaking of the lost…

Commander Signas designated that to set an example for the Hunters, all 64 and such 'Maverickized' Reploids from the 8 Maverick Wars were ordered to be restored and brought back online, memories and all, and were, for the most part, adopted back into the Maverick Hunters.

Old friends like Storm Eagle, Armored Armadillo, Boomer Kuwanger (of whom we two personally buried the old hatchet), Flame Stag (who also buried the hatchet due to being friends with Kuwanger for a long time), Magma Dragoon (He still doesn't terribly like me, but we at least see eye to eye; he still gets along with Zero, unlike those like Grizzly Slash, whom he and Zero still have issues, but were alleviated to an extent, I guess.)

Even the Repliforce and Red Alert were brought back. Wow… I did think Vanishing Gunagoo and Flame Hyenard, or even Iris, could give such a crushing bear hug. Poor Axl and Zero. Or in this case… not so poor. I mean, even Colonel, General, even Slash Beast was smiling. Oh and Skiver looked overjoyed to see Colonel and Iris, but was clearly restraining himself. Good for him.

I mean, Zero's got some old friends back – Blast Hornet and Magna Centipede, two of Zero's partners in the 0th Shinobi Unit – and was reunited with the one person that made him all tingly inside (…Okay… not the best line, but still.) and Axl had a family reunion. What's not to be happy about?

Life was patching up for both Reploids and humans. Each and every one of those who were revived patched things up with humankind (For some it was easy, for some… not so much. Take Dragoon; he sunk the Sky Lagoon as a Maverick, but when he tried to apologize publicly, he was stuttering like crazy and sweating bullets on his armor. It almost was poetic justice, from a strangely sadistic point of view.) Those like Armored Armadillo and Grizzly Slash assisted with recreational programs in addition to Hunter duties (Believe it no not, they, Sting Chameleon and Chill Penguin are pretty good with kids. I mean, since Chameleon has the playfulness of a kid, and Chill's the height of a grade-schooler… Oh, wait, I just dissed them. Oh well. It's not like anyone's going to find this diary; wouldn't want penguin to start squawking. …-snicker- Grizzly being called 'Teddy'. Thank God no one heard me laugh.

The Repliforce and Red Alert were reinstated by Signas and the governments, although to be fair, some human members were a bit edgy (I don't blame them at all, to be fair. I fought all of these guys first-hand!), but everyone's doing their part to work things out, and the three organizations – Hunters, Red Alert and Repliforce – are all forming an alliance for a better future.

Yep. Life was pretty good for everyone; human AND Reploid. I don't want to be conceited by the thought that Mavericks are gone forever, but if they do…

We'll all be ready for 'em. And if this were some sort of elaborate dream, then I don't wanna wake up; I'd wanna go deeper, like that one 21st century movie I saw last month. What was it called again…? 'Inception…?' (Authour's Quip: WE HAVE TO GO DEEPER. X-CEPTION.) Ah, whatever. 'Night, diary.

March 5, 21XX, 5:27 PM (Location Hunter HQ)

"EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! ALL AVAILABLE HUNTERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE MAIN ROOM!", came a familiar female voice.

In matter of 2 minutes, roughly 100 Hunters assembled, including some familiar faces.

"What seems to be the problem, Alia?", X asked. "X, you and everyone else will not believe this, but…", Alia trailed.

"But…?", Storm Eagle inquired.

"There's a trio of berserk Mechaniloids reeking havoc on the Southern Quadrant of Abel City; they're slamming into everything in sight."

A collective "!" washed over the room, leaving many to talk among themselves. Words like 'No way!' or 'You can't be serious' could be heard from Hunters of all colored armors.

"Do you now the cause, Alia?", asked Magna Centipede. "Certainly this is no random occurrence, right?"

"Centipede's got a point.", came Blizzard Wolfang, a Hunter who works with a reborn, re-christened Gate, but is visiting Hunter HQ on his behalf. "If the sentient ''Loid' populous has been 100% immunized for that last year or so, how can three Mechaniloids suddenly go AWOL without detection?"

"That's the thing.", came Layer. "After scanning the ID and accessible data on the Mechaniloids, it turns out that… that…"

"That… what?", asked Blizzard Buffalo. "What Layer is trying to say is… we have reason to believe that these Mechaniloids are being manipulated by an unknown party nearby.", replied Palette. "The rampaging attack patterns are far too linear – too coordinated to be a random Maverick outbreak."

"You mean like… remote control?" , asked Wheel Gator, who cocked his head slightly.

"Exactly.", came Palette. "And according to the thorough background checking of these Mechaniloids, one thing is clear."

A moment of silenced passed.

"The one controlling these Mechaniloids…", Alia started. "Is not a Reploid or computer of any kind. We have reason to believe they're human."

The room flooded with a mixed array of reactions.

"Do you have an actual lead?", Flame Stag asked with a slightly low tone, his knuckles massaging together. Clearly he didn't like the sound of it one bit.

"DNA samples? Anything?", Sting Chameleon cracked, his left camera-like eye shuttering, as if 'blinking'.

"…Actually…", Layer mumbled. She walked over to the computer and super-imposed the image of a hand-written letter. It was in very ornate script, and the design on the rim of the card had a 'divine' look to it.

It read:

'What truth was locked shall now be said,

And those who sinned shall soon be dead.

You all wore freedom like some kind of prize,

Too many lies and everyone dies.'

(.שאלוהים יסלח לנו)

"Wha…?", asked Armored Armadillo. "What language is that last part…?"

"The period is on the left.", Bubble Crab noted.

"It's Hebrew; considered to be one of the first languages of human civilization. It translates to… 'May God Forgive Us.'"

"May God…", Storm Eagle asked out loud. "…Forgive us…?", Bubble Crab blinked.

"Sound like a lot of Biblical crap to me.", came a voice; it turned to be Slash Beast, representing Repliforce on Colonel's and General's behalf. "Ya got a fix on a possible culprit?"

"Like I said…", Layer continued. "…The penmanship has no match to anyone… but there was a DNA match..."

This got everyone's attention. "And the perp is…?", Magma Dragoon asked.

"…", came Alia , Layer and Palette remained silent, a mysterious facial expression worn by all three.

"…Uh, you three okay…?", Axl asked, worried.

Alia finally spoke. "The DNA matches… a boy of 17. But here's the catch: he died almost 200 years ago."

"Say WHAT?", came from a large number of the Hunters in the room.

"You're saying the culprit was a corpse?", screech Chill Penguin. Sting Chameleon and Armored Armadillo, - who stood on either side of him – gave off a weird look towards each other.

"No, there's obviously no way a reanimated human body, or a zombie in sci-fi terms, could have somehow come back to life and manipulated three highly sophisticated, heavily securely-programmed Mechaniloid with the flick of the wrist; that borders on the fringe of lunacy.", Alia

"Lunacy or not, three Mechaniloids have gone berserk and there's a possible lead. What's this boy's name?", asked Wolfang.

"…Uh, let me check… Ah, here it is…"


Minato Arisato.

Age 17, Birth Date: Unknown, 1992. Birthplace: Iwatodai Port Island, Japan.

Died: March 5, 2010 (Age: 17) Cause of death: Unknown; believed to have been cardiac or brain activity failure.

Additional information: Top student of the Gekkoukan High School Junior Class (Attended only 1 year), member of the track and swim teams (STAR, CHARIOT), member of the crafts club (TEMPERANCE) and student body council member (EMPRESS, EMPEROR (Non-SEES), JUSTICE (Non-SEES), was considered extremely social despite his constant silence.

Has a close circle of friends who were said to have known the truth of Minato's death, but 'for the world's sake', covered it up; most of the cover-up was successful by the heiress of the esteemed Kirijo Group, Mitsuru Kirijo (Age 18 at the time). See also:

'S.E.E.S'

Junpei Iori (MAGICIAN)

Fuuka Yamagishi (HIGH PRIESTESS)

Mitsuru Kirijo (EMPRESS)

Akihiko Sanada (EMPEROR)

Shinjirou Aragaki (HIEROPHANT) (Passed away prior to Minato's death; cause of death: blood loss from a gun wound in the stomach; suspect was never made public)

Yukari Takeba (LOVERS) (Minato's lover)

[Project] Aigis (CHARIOT; Minato's Successor)

Ken Amada (JUSTICE)

Koromaru (STRENGTH)

Pharos / Ryoji Mochizuki (DEATH)

'Strega'

Takaya Sakaki (WHEEL OF FORTUNE)

Jin Shirato (HERMIT)

Chidori Yoshino (HANGED MAN)


"So… so slimeball pins his crime on a dead kid? What kind of sick creep does that?", Blizzard Buffalo guffawed, clearly disgusted by the fact a kid's memory was being besmirched in some matter. Being a peace-loving Reploid, such a vile act would not stand.

"Hmm…", X hummed. "What's wrong, X?", Alia asked.

"Something doesn't feel right. Hey, Alia? Those words in capitals. Like the word 'MAGICIAN'. Were they there before?"

"…I actually don't know.", Alia replied, sounding a bit defeated. "I just recently got this file from the Kirijo Group on the other side of the country, but it was a very fragile subject to them; Signas and Dr. Cain of all people had to strike a rather shady deal with them to get the Group to surrender a copy; they had it held as top secret, along with all other files pertaining to this boy."

"And why's that?", Slash Beast asked gruffly, his right eyelids shutting slightly. The eyepatch-wearing lion Reploid did feel comfortable with how Alia worded her statement. 'The Kirijo Groupnow where have I heard that name before?'

"…I'm afraid that information is classified. The only two people who know are Signas and Dr. Cain. Well… this is one more…", Layer said, mumbling the last part.

Wolfang's ears perked. "Who?" Layer mentally cursed. 'C-Crap!'

"…An intern working in the joint human-Reploid hospital sponsored by Dr. Cain; I think his name was… Kurobane Kirijo... but it might just be coincidence…" , Layer stuttered.

-This is Zero! Maverick Hunter HQ, do you read?-

"This is Alia speaking Zero. What's your status?", Alia asked aloud, hand on her earpiece.

-Blast Hornet, Launch Octopus and myself just took care of the Mechanoloids. After inspecting them, it turned out other than a little 'present' being left behind, these Mechanoloids were not physically tampered with. Also, I'm happy to report no one was hurt; Blast Hornet got the only potential victim, a 9-year old girl to safety. It was a close call.-

X sighed in relief.

-But there was something interesting; one of the Mechaniloids housed a small envelope in the manual cockpit. It's signed to you, X.-

"M-Me?"

-It reads… 'I hope you all enjoyed my little demonstration. However, I regret to inform you that this is not the mere extent of my power. That was one of many appetizers; the main course has yet to be served, as far as chefs say.

If you wish to learn more, there is a large bridge pointing in the direction of Iwatodai at the east edge of Abel City; come to the bridge, alone, at 11:55, tonight.

Come alone; I will know should any reinforcements make the make the wrong choice. Just between us, Reploids who are influenced by my 'gift' don't have the same luxuries of ignorance that Mechaniloids have; free will is both a blessing and a curse after all.

…The forecast calls for a cloudless night sky; the glorious full moon will shine down on Abel's sleeping body, and the sheep from the foreign land shall flock.' -

(Il giudizio finale sta per essere emesso…

Nessuno può emendarsi dal peccato che scorre nelle vene…)

(TRANSLATION: 'The final judgment shall be delivered. Nobody can escape the sin that runs through their very veins.' This is the first lyric to "Katayoku no Tori" (One-Winged Bird), the Opening to the visual-novel and video game-turned anime, Umineko no Naku Koro Ni (When the Seagulls Cry), for those curious.)

"What the…?", X mumbled. "So the perp's putting himself in the open, eh? How… generous.", Magma Dragoon sneered. He did always enjoy a challege.

"More like deceiving, if you ask me.", came Armored Armadillo. "Even if this guy is human, his letter claims that the berserk Mechaniloids was his 'power'. He also said that Reploids suffer under this power far worse than those without conscious.", he concluded sagely, obviously paying very close attention to the letter.

"So what do we do, huh? I'm itching for a good ol' sting opertation! Heh heh heh…", Sting Chameleon said gleefully.

At this point Commader Signas came into the room, Dr. Cain closely behind him on his cane. Behind him was a 6' young man, possibly his mid 20's with dark rose-colored hair, parting from his right and jutting into four large licks across his skull ridge and over the left side of his head, about 2 inches above his ear, and a large portion draping over the left side of his face. He wore very thin rectangular glasses with a pitch-black frame, barely concealing his blood-red eyes. He wore a lab coat similar to Gate, but was buttoned down past his sternum level, revealing a white dress shirt and black tie. He wore black pants and shoes.

He didn't seem to interested in the Hunter's presence, as if they didn't exist. His stare gave X and Axl a rather queasy feeling.

He then approached Signas and whispered something into his earpiece. Signas nodded and whispered. "It's downstairs, waiting for you."

The male nodded and bowed politely to Dr. Cain, and swiftly walked down the corridor. Sting Chameleon caught the nametag on his left breast pocket read 'Shikikata Kirijo' before the boy turned around.

"Who was that.?", Axl asked, cocking his head. "Oh, don't worry, my boy; he was visiting on business. Nothing too concerning."

Axl wished he could believe that, but something about the split second he eyed the monitor displaying Minato Arisato's profile registered as… 'annoyance?' 'Irritation?' He couldn't quite put his trigger-finger on it.

"Anyway, I caught wind of the Mechaniloid situation, and the two letters recieved. I believe this calls for a sting mission."

"YES!", Sting Chameleon, Magma Dragoon and Flame Stag cheered.

"However, only a small team of highly professional hunters should approach this; one with a variety of skills. I hereby approve of Armored Armadillo, Sting Chameleon, Storm Eagle, Slash Beast and Blizzard Wolfang, if the latter two especially don't mind."

Neither the lion or wolf Reploids objected; there was a slight touch of eagerness in their expressions.

"Along with X, you will move out tonight at 23:00 hours sharp and station in a stealth formation to prepare the possibilities of ambush and surrounding the target with your various skills. Since X is wanted alone, he'll appear after you five, to give the illusion that he arrived on time, thus lulling our mysterious friend into a false of security."

"I like it.", Blizzard Wolfang grinned. "Let's do it.", X replied.


March 5, 21XX 11:55 PM (Abel City, East Bridge)


The large bridge experienced no traffic. The night air was a light cool, a gentle breeze billowing. X stood perfectly still, staring down the opposite entrance. Slash Beast and Armored Armadillo hid on opposite support beams behind X. On the outer sides of the support beams on the opposite side, Blizzard Wolfang and Storm Eagle pressed against the beams, awaiting the 'mystery man' while retaining a level of concealment (Eagle folded his wings, and Wolfang tucked his icicle tail between his legs). Sting Chameleon turned invisible, peering over a towering building across the street from the entrance opposite from the Blue Bomber.

Finally, when X's internal clock struck 11:58, he sighed. "I guess he's a no show."

"I wouldn't jump the gun just yet."

Everyone was on high alert as in the next split second, a 6' or so male figure appeared. None of the Hunters could discern any features, for his face was shrouded by a tan cloak that that shaded his eye level and descended all the way down to his ankles, but a second severely tattered layer draped over the first one, further obscuring any detailing over that that his face revealed pale skin and two symmetrical thick lilac bangs resting over his cheeks. His neck was double wrapped by twin lilac scarves that draped over both shoulders on both sides with all four ends; the first scarf tucked in the first and the second secured the tattered one in place. The figure's mouth was in a smiling position.

'No way! How did he slip past me?', Sting Chameleon panicked.

"It seems that you were right on time. I'm impressed. Then again I'm a bit disappointed."

"What are you talking about…?", X asked.

"Don't play dumb; your poker face sucks. There are five of your colleagues in hiding all around here; a 3-angle pincer strike if I'm not mistaken. Very clever, I must admit. Sadly it does you know good. And your friends shouldn't get too close. They wouldn't want to… become the next forgotten statistic, would you?"

"Are you… even human…?", X gritted though his teeth. "Shoot me your Buster and find out. That is, if you have the stomach to accept the consequences."

X instantly froze. It was against a Reploid's programming to cause harm towards humans; it was the one thing that kept them from being Maverick; it was like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden; a single bite meant damnation.

The figure smirked. "The moon is certainly stunning tonight. It's glow extends to all corners of the city, bathing it in its luxurious presence."

X's stance relaxed slightly. "What…?"

"You'll find out in 3… 2… 1…"

X's internal clock struck midnight. And for all 6 Reploids, the world turned black and shut down.

The navy blue night sky and pale white moon suddenly turned ghastly shades of green in many blotchy patterns. The moon shone a demonic lime shade. All the power and electricity in the entire city ceased function.

The figure smiled and removed his hood, revealing a young males face with slicked back lilac hair, with four jutting lock of hair; three at 12 o' clock, 3 o' clock and 9 o' clock position from the center of his forehead and ear levels and the collective slick from his hair jotting from the back of his head. The two lilac sideburns connected to the 3 and 9 o'clock hair juts.

"I told you did I not? 'The moon will shine down on the city…' and the sheep will soon flock…'" he said, looking at the moon and raising his arms. "The Dark Hour has returned once more, as has appeared every night since days long past."

He walked off the bridge, passing the unconscious X, Armadillo and Eagle and onto the sidewalk, turning right.

A ornate black coffin lined with rims of the bloodiest red obstructed his path.

"Oh, you poor soul. You walked by as an innocent bystander, blissfully unaware of the events that passed and yet to be… pleasantly asleep in a realm of eternal nightmare, a hell on earth…"

The young man gently placed his hand on the standing coffin, a set of tears escaping both his eyes.

"How I envy you, my friend." Sidestepping the coffin, the lilac-haired man walked down the street whispering, "I can't wait to get to bed… I'm tired…" before vanishing into the darkness of the lightless street.


"So…", the redhead from before, Shikikata Kirijo, stood in an illustrious office overlooking the city, the lights out like the rest of Abel. His gaze was affixed to the lime-shaded full moon, eyes squinted.

"So… it's begun… the Dark Hour has resumed."

Turning away from the window, he sighed. "Perhaps relinquishing the S.E.E.S profiles wasn't the best idea. But it's not they'll know anytime soon."

Shikikata Kirijo had no idea how wrong he was going to be.


X's internal computer rebooted. The time read 12:01 AM.


I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this rather unique crossover.

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Also feel free just glance through my art. It's not top notch, but then again, nothing really is anymore.

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