Hello folks. I suppose it's time for me to jump into this crowded world full of Fanfiction. This is my first upload, and honestly, I don't know how to feel about it, honestly. This is a nearly entirely OC based fanfic, which probably turns almost all of you off immediately, but, nonetheless, this is my attempt. This is based in the Persona universe, I'd say about...10 years later? I'll have official time periods at some other point. Nonetheless, this is a bit of a test chapter. I have a few others written, but I just want to gauge reactions for now. Any reviews would be nice, although, please try not to be rude. This is a bit of a songfic, as the main character is a music addict, and there will be a small playlist of about 4 or 5 songs every chapter. Whether you listen to them or not is your choice. Feel free to come to me with any questions.

Of Mice And Men: Second And Sebring.

Dimmu Borgir: Hybrid Stigmata

Motionless In White: Creatures

Dio: Rainbow In The Dark

Andra: The Rain Don't Talk To Me No More

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The boy sighed gruffly and glared at his iPod. He growled lightly at the inanimate object, as he switched to the next song. Second and Sebring. Next. Creatures? He smiled and laid back in his chair happily. Upon lifting his head away from his iPod, he noticed others on the train staring at him. He quickly surveyed the onlookers, choosing the strongest man of them all. A large Caucasian male, late 20s to early 30s in appearance, was staring at the teenager. The boy quickly flashed a grin with signs of malicious intent, making his perfectly sharpened fangs visible in the process. "There a problem here, sir?" the boy asked, a deep, menacing growl in his throat.

The man flinched at the sight of the youths teeth, and turned away at the sound of his voice, pretending to have never noticed the boy. The rest of the strangers followed suit and looked away quickly. Jackie let out a small chuckle, the grin never leaving his face, as he turned his eyes back to the window. He slid his large black and white headphones over his ears and yawned softly. At that moment he realized how tired he was, and switched his iPod to his playlist for softer music. He crossed his arms over his chest, and soon after, drifted away, into the world of dreams.

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The boy was awoken by the screaming vocals and hard hitting drums of Dimmu Borgir. The loud noise snapped him into a defensive statem and he jumped to his feet, whipping around, in search of any sort of danger. The terrified expressions spread across the faces of the passengers told him that nothing was wrong, and he had just scared the everloving shit out of sighed to himself and mumbled a quiet apology, before taking his seat again and attempting to go back to sleep. That act was in vain. He was far too hopped up on adrenaline to go back to sleep now. In response to his boredom, he pulled the black notebook he loved so dearly out of his backpack, and began to write, hoping that would pass the time faster.

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By the time the young man got to his stop he had written a good bit. He had wrote Eight poems, and two songs. He absolutely hated both of the songs, as well as 5 of the poems. He was alright with 2 more of the poems and completely in love with the last one. He smiled as he wrote the title across the top of the page. 'The Cage' (this will come up later).

As the train came to a stop, he slid his book back into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He picked up his other bag, which was a bit larger, as well as the large guitar shaped bag, and stepped off the train. He looked around quickly, not seeing the man he was looking for. He let out a soft sigh, and pulled the fur filled hood over his head, hiding his long silver hair from the rain. He took a small box out of his pocket, opened it and slid a stick of pocky out of it. He placed the chocolate end between his lips and leaned back against a pillar, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't exactly fond of the taste of Pocky, but the feeling was calming so he dealt with it.

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Not too long after, he noticed a fairly thin, lean looking man come rushing into the station. His hair was cropped short and was fairly normal. His face was chiseled and clean shaven, and his clothing was an attractive mixture of lazy and stylish. The boy recognized the man as his uncle and let out a sharp whistle, catching his uncles attention. He raised his hand nonchalantly when the man looked back in his direction. The man smiled, gave a sloppy looking wave and called to someone behind him. The boy was now rather confused, as he could not see anyone who appeared to be with the man. He quickly shrugged it off, and began to walk forward to greet the man, popping another stick of Pocky into his mouth.

Upon reaching the boy, the man grinned widely, and held out his hand, waiting for it to be shook. "The names John. John Wilson. It's been quite a while hasn't it? I think the last time I saw you you were...5?...I believe that's right" the man said with a resounding cheerfulness, as the young man shook his hand and gave a small nod.

"And this is my little girl Emily. Emily, stop being so shy and say hello."

A small blonde girl was peering out from behind the tall man's legs. She was young. Couldn't have been older than 8. She jumped at the sound of her name, and clung to her father's legs. He chuckled softly and nudged her off his legs, towards the boy who would be invading her home for a while. The boy smiled sweetly and crouched down to the girls level. "Hi there Emily. Can you close your eyes for a second?" the boy said, his voice as soft as a whisper.

The girl nodded quite stiffly, obviously still rather afraid of this boy. He smiled sweetly and took the girls hand, brought it forward, and opened it. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out another small box. He placed it into Emily's hand, and closed her small fingers around the box. he stood back up and spoke. "You can open your eyes now, sweetie."

Emily opened her eyes and her face lit up. In her hands was a box of Pocky. The boys extra box, to be precise. The boy smiled at her reaction knowing he had made the right choice. "It's nice to meet you, Emily. I'm your cousin. I'm going to be staying with you and your daddy for a year. I hope we can get along. My name is Jackie" he explained, a soft smile gracing his sharp features, as he looked down to the timid girl at his feet.

Emily's cheeks flushed to a rosy shade of pink and she nodded once again. John who had been watching this whole exchange chuckled heartily and led them out of the station.