I DO NOTown P3/3Fes/P3P or its characters

"They"=thoughts
-Hey- = talking

Persona 3: Secrets
Chapter I : Rain
Year 2009

The teen put on his silver headphones, Burn my dread playing in his ears, maybe a little loudly.

dreamless dorm, ticking clock
I walk away, from the soundless roo..

He wasn't in the mood. He turned the volume down.
The song now sounded as a background music that accompanied him.
"God…it's almost 10 years since then" he thought, automatically looking at his hands, would he ever forget?
The student started to move again. He walked near the town's strip mall, planning of eating something at the Wild Duck Burger (A.N=Sorry don't remember if that's the right name xD) or Hagakure.
He looked up at the sky, his gaze became a little melancholic, dark clouds were all over its blue surface.
He whispered.
"Now, I guess that I should call this a day, huh?'Kay, right right, I got it"
The boy released a small sigh and slowly turned away, opposite of the restaurants directions, a storm was coming, he'd better went back at the dorm if he wanted to arrive there safe and dry.
-There! Hey, you!- he heard shouting from behind.
-You thought I'd lose to you freaks, didn't ya? You thought I was joking huh, assholes?- The voice continued, this time angrier than before.
The teen turned, a little annoyed.
Was this voice calling him? If yes, what in God's name did this guy want from him? He didn't like making enemies. Beating them either.
He explored the area a bit.
He saw nothing, except the restaurants and shops' signboards and some foggy air around him.
It started to smell like rain tough.
His lips formed a little grin, did he only heard those irritant voices in his mind?
He was going to continue on his way, 'til…
-You shouldn't show your rat face here any longer, looser!- Another voice exclaimed.
The student began to fell pissed, were those voices bullying someone? 'Cause no one could actually say the contrary.
He took some steps back and saw them.
The owners of the voices.
A group of boys, located in an ugly alley of the mall, some bad notorious place.
They were all around 12 or 13 years old.
There were seven of them back there, more or less.
Precisely five of them were shouting at …another one.
The student could bet that he saw more than six individuals though…
-You'd better run home right now!- one of the biggest group shouted at the other.
The teen looked at the scene, disgusted, yet something about it was way too familiar.
Too oddly familiar, which made him felt uncomfortable.


The kids continued their bully speech towards their classmate, pushing him to ground.
He fell in a pool of mud, poor child.
"Is he hurt?" the student thought, making a step forward, near their direction.
-See? Look at this looser guys, he doesn't even know how to stand up!- those stupid kids laughed hardly.
The teen than saw him.
The seventh figure he saw before.
He was pretty thin, and he appeared behind the bullied child.
"Looks kinda like me at his age" the teen commented silently.
The kid helped his fallen friend and then gave a hard yet quick gaze at their enemies.
His friend smiled at his kindness.
-Why wouldn't you listen to me? I told you to wait, but no, you had to be brave!- The thin boy said, in a worried tone.
-Now, let's go, I'm beginning to get tired of this Suzuhiko- he continued calmly, glaring back at the biggest group.
-I really wanted to tell you stupid this, stay out of our way, or else…- he concluded with a deeper but more audible voice.
- Tch – one of those bullies mumbled – Let's go… this isn't fun!- He shouted, running down the alley like a real rat.
Our teen student just silently laughed at those bullies words and retreat from battlefield.
Now, he finally understood why that situation was oddly familiar to him, and an unwanted melancholic and sad smile formed on his lips.
He didn't even have the time of making a step back…it started raining.
"Great" he thought.
Just like that day, 10 years , exactly like 10 years before.
He ran towards Iwatodai station and tried to get the monorail, but he was unlucky.
He sighed.
"Geez…I try to rescue some kids 'cause I hear random bullies voices and this is what I get. Now I'll have to wait about half an hour… gosh I just hope I won't get anything…" he patted his school bag, trying to dry it a little.
The teen gave up.
At that moment all his books and notebooks were totally and simply wet.
The teen lifted a hand up to his bangs and closed his eyes, recalling the events of ten years before.

/-_-_-_-_-/

*Student's POV*
Year 1999

Whispering I sat on the entrance stairs.
Seriously, I know that this stuff does not happen every day of the year…but…when did this place ever saw a general cleaning process? Mom was obsessed with it…and I too.
"Geez…It's cold" I thought, curling myself inside my little jacket.
"Maybe I should take out a blanket and protect me with that" I theorized "Oh..right..I didn't bring one with me… Stupid!" I reproached myself mentally.
I was waiting since…when? I lost the count…. six…or seven hours?
I arrived in the early afternoon…and now it's evening…
"What if
that time comes again? Will that moon haunt me? Will those black things reach me?" I shook my head in disagreement, sooner or later the owner of this place would arrive, wouldn't he?
I tightly held my knees near my face, damn…was that time real, now?
"O…Of course it is!" I mentally exclaimed " You saw them die under that eerie moon, why wouldn't you believe it stupid kid?" the reason why I referred to myself with
you …. that's one the things I still have to understand.
I heard something fell on my hair.
"Huh? Ash?" I thought, touching it slowly.
"Could it be? Maybe it fell from the roof or the gutters…after all this place is dusty".
I turned, but then I realized.
Rain.
Small drops of water were falling from the grey clouds that completely covered the night's sky.
-Oh…It's just some drizzle- I whispered, smiling weakly.
I tried to cover my head with my hands, but in the end, I got equally wet.
After I while, I stopped caring.
Trying to ignore the cold and the
drizzle, I curled myself like a small turtle again.
Strange indeed, I fell asleep ,but, after all, I was exhausted and I was just a little kid.
It was around half past eleven p.m. when a wrinkled hand rudely touched my shoulder waking me up from my nap.
I jumped out of my skin for the fear.
-W…W…wh..- I tried to ask, gulping and getting back up.
-Tch- the man mumbled- Why did ya arrive a day before?- He asked.
He had a cavernous and old voice.
His breath sounded….fatigued… one of the things that made me freak out when he touched me.
I gulped once again.
-N…no Mr…umh-
-Just call me Sir, it'll be fine brat- he mumbled
-Umh…Alright…Well…Sir my arrival was expected for today…not…tomorrow..Sir- My hands moving freakly without my orders.
"Damn..the first impression's the good one…I can't act like a sniveling kid..but…"
-You had the key, didn't you?- the man asked.
-No…no Sir- I replied softly.
-What does
'No Sir' mean?- He roared.
-I haven't got any key Mister Own….Sir-I concluded staring at my shoes.
He had an umbrella.
Actually he had two.
-Ugh! You brat! You lost it and know you're telling me that you ain't got one?- He shouted.
I simply stared at my shoes, again.
-Hah! That's why I hate kids!- He whispered, inserting a rusty kid in the door.
-Come in, hurry! And don't wet my precious rugs, got it?- He glared at me.
Eyes like needles.
I gulped and grabbed my bag.
"How can I not wet those rugs…I mean I'm totally…I'm only water!" I though looking at me.
He walked upstairs, me following him.
We entered.. a study…I guess…and he sat behind a wooden desk.
-So, brat….Umh…Let's see…I just retired your files…Arisato Mi..Mi-he stammered.
-Minato.- I suggested him.
-Oh..yeah whatever it is…Arisato, am I correct?- he sorta asked, judging me from head to toe with his needles..I mean eyes.
I looked at the floor, geez I wasn't presentable.
Completely wet, my hair ruffed, my eyes red, ( I only slept for the few hours before his arrival since days)my clothes for the funeral were a little dusty and my mood was under my soles.
In other words a ragamuffin.
He smirked.
-Sorry for your loss blah blah- he said casually, as if he just said HI! to me.
I nodded embarrassed.
-My my aren't we polite brat- he commented sarcastically.
By that moment, turning back in myself, I'd probably punched him in the face if I wasn't all wet and tired.
I looked outside the little window behind him.
It wasn't raining like before anymore.
Now it was drizzle.
-Talking clear Arisato, do ya think you're the only one this place needs to take care of?- he asked.
"Actually I am…" I thought.
-We can't get all those keys or maps for ya! 'Cause you lost the map too, didn't you?- he continued.
-I never…actually…received it..Sir…-I whispered.
-Here we go again…-
-But I!- I tried to say.
-No but!-
I gulped.
-Loose one of those again and you'll sleep on the stairs of the entranceway for the rest of your permanence here, understood?- he shouted.
I nodded, and head toward a room.
I chose the one I liked the most, after all they were all empty.
Mine was next to the last one, almost the end of the first floor hallway, it had blue walls at least.
Anyway, first thing first:
as he said my name's Minato Arisato, I arrived here from Tastumi Port Island, after my parents' death in a car crash, about a week or less ago.

/-_-_-_-_-/

The teen heard the whistle of the monorail.
He walked towards the tickets place and rushed inside the vehicle.
Finally, he would arrive at the dorm.
He didn't sit and sighed, staring at the rain.
Well, shouldn't we introduce him?
His name's Minato Arisato, a transfer student who returned back to his hometown ten years after his parents death…
Minato, we know him now, snuck out of the train and ran towards the dorm.
Damn his uniform was ruined.
He bit his lips and whispered:

-I hate…rain-


Hey! How's life guys? PLEASE REVIEW! This is my first story, so…what do you think? In next chapter Minato's new classmate/'friend'.
She
'll be the other part of this story pairing, you all knew her.
Takeba-chan, of course!
Minato's an intriguing character so I'm trying to 'guess' about his horrible past, I mean he's UNLUCKY, that's for sure xD.
About a few things:

1_the ALLEY isn't , naturally, the one in Iwatodai Station I made it up for this chapter
2_Don't know if we'll meet the SAME kids again, maybe, I just wanted to make Minato fell uneasy

SO, please, even only 1, review!