Fem-Souji/Yuu! When mysterious murders break out in the small town of Inaba, can Suzumi Seta the new transfer student from the City, solve the case? She can't do it alone, but will the many bonds she has made be enough to help her reach out to the truth?

Our beloved protagonist goes through something we like to call 'New Game Plus!' Except this time, he gets boobs. Fanfic will be based off the game, with minor changes and Anime references.

A/N: Okay, Chapter 1 is up. . . Now I gotta go hunt down the next 4 chapters I've already finished, edit them, and then post them over here too. Anyways, tell me what you think? I apologize in advance for the way my P.O.V is written. Some find it amusing to read, others don't. And I tend to use the same phrases over and over again, regardless of writers block. It's something I keep noticing, and I'm struggling to try and change. So far, nothing has come about, which makes me sad. But I'll get somewhere. . . Oh- and by the way- Yes, this story is rated M. That's because the game itself is rated M. But maybe I'll add in a few. . . special things. When I get up to the parts, and if I feel like it. ;D Anyways, sorry for the loooong chapter. ENJOY~!

DISCLAIMER!: I don't own Persona! Or Atlus by any chance. . .
If I did, I'd make the relationship with Naoto go farther than just sitting next to each other on a couch... Ahem.

Chapter 1: Inaba

Monday, April 11th, 2011
- Morning -

"I'm tired of diets, enough with going to the gym! Good thing there's something even I can handle! Tee hee!"

". . ." As I waited for the arrival of my train, I watched a pretty red-headed girl on the advertisement screen who was being drenched by falling water on a hot summer day at the beach. Her skin complexion was glowing and close to perfect on the camera, but her bikini was awfully scanty. Then again, girl's these days liked wearing bathing suits like those over the Summer. Too bad I didn't bring my own- then again, where there even any beaches where I was moving to for the year? [[Slim down this Summer with the refreshing taste of Calorie Magic.]] The commercial finished with the girl teasingly laying down on her towel, the camera scanning up her body as she drank the product she had been advertising, 'Calorie Magic'. Personally- I preferred 'TAP Soda', 'Dr. Salt NEO' and the 'Second Maid' as my normal soda beverages. But maybe I would give Calorie Magic a try, if that is- I ever wanted to. The eye catch of this commercial was probably for the Male Gaze- or for those desperate and delirious girls who wanted to 'slim down' a bit even though they looked perfectly fine. Well- that was business for you. Finding literally, dirtier ways to earn money. As the commercial blacked out, the News came back on to the screen, turning the heads of many passerby's. Since I didn't feel like paying much attention thanks to 'Calorie Magic', I just decided to start daydreaming and let their words pass by me.

[[And, we're back with some juicy news. The 'Mayumi Yamano' Scandal-]]

The reporter man says, but however is drowned out by a passerby man who happens to hear. "Pheh. First he bags a singer, and then he has an affair with a TV announcer on the site? Do chicks really dig Politicians?" A woman stops to engage in conversation with him."Isn't just stuff like money and connections? When you get down to it, financial and political crowds are what really matter."

I see the Train finally run down the tracks in my direction, much to my relief. Standing and carrying my luggage for about an hour or so was pretty difficult. After all, it took me a lot just to get here, save for all the trouble Mom and Dad caused me just trying to get me ready to fly out of the house all the sudden. Yes, it was hectic- but I was used to it by now. That's the way it was because of their jobs.

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, what do you think?"

I boarded the train, shutting out all the noise. It would be a quick ride until I had to transfer, so I stood up instead of taking a seat. I'm glad I had time to think and contemplate for just a bit. It felt as though it was only yesterday when I was told by my parents that I needed to move schools for a year until they could both settle with their jobs, and then finding myself in front of my classmates, my homeroom teacher patting me on the back and saying, "Well, I'm sure that you all know already, but at the end of this month, Suzu will be transferring to another school." Of course, that was approximately a month ago, but I could still remember all the whispering my peers did around me- some happy, some sad. The teacher then saying, "Quiet down guys, I'm not done yet." That was all I could recall from back then... Finding a way to pass just a bit of my time, I looked at my phone to check the message my Uncle had sent me not too long ago.

Meet us outside Yasoinaba Station at 4PM.

[[We will arrive at Yasogami terminal in a few minutes.]] I heard the train attendant announce through the speaker. [[Passengers headed for Inaba City and Yasoinaba station, please go to the other side of the platform.]]

". . ." I guess that was. . . just me. Picking up my bag from the ground, I did as instructed and transferred to another train- the one that would lead me towards my final destination. As soon as I boarded, the train was surprisingly empty- no kidding. Hm, it must've been the place I was going to that didn't have any tourists. Many window seats were open, so I decided to help myself to one, putting my bag next to me on the open seat to my left. I honestly couldn't remember much since last night... After a few minutes, the lively city scenery changed, and I saw less and less people and buildings passing by, I really was going to the country side. . . My vision of the outer world was obscured when the train drove into a little tunnel. It was dark, quiet, nerve-wrecking almost... It almost felt like that- my heart began to race- felt like... Beads of sweat began to gradually form and drip down my face- it felt like that dream... Two somewhat familiar figures popped into my head, one that looked like an old man, and the other, a very serious woman. But as soon as I thought I had remembered what their names were, the faces vanished from my head just after light from the outer world came back into play. It was just on the tip of my tongue too... I realized I had been sweating bullets for what had been a few mere seconds, so I stopped to wipe them off me. That sudden sensation surging throughout my body... It was quite odd. The pretty view of the sparkling lake then caught my attention. There was no use dwelling on the past, so I threw aside all my thoughts to attempt to slow my continuously-racing heart.

. . .

[[Yasoinaba. Yasoinaba.]]

It was already time to get off the train. When I looked at the surroundings, it was just about sunset, but I was here starting my new life. . . I headed for the nearest exit so I could meet with my family members.

- Afternoon -

I walk out of the entrance to the station and notice the rustic scenery. The place looked somewhat plain, but had a unique and fresh scent to it. I admit, it was much more relaxing compared to the City. Perhaps I could get used to this. But as of now... Inaba didn't look like it had many people leisurely walking about as I thought it would. "Hey! Over here!"

"Hm?" My eyes met those of a man who looked to be in his late 30's, and a tiny girl probably at the age of 7 gripping onto his shirt behind him. If I wasn't mistaken, could they be. . . My legs walked in their direction, to him waving, a jacket slung over his shoulder with his free hand. Those were my relatives? As soon as I was about 2 feet away from him, he held out his hand for a shake in which I was obliged to return the gesture. "Well, you look even more like your mother in person than in your photo." he smiled softly while withdrawing his hand away from mine. "Welcome to Inaba. I'm Ryotaro Dojima. I'll be looking after you. Let's see. . . I'm your mother's younger brother. . . and that about sums it up." I nodded. This man I briefly remember- was in some old pictures with my Mom and Dad. Like at a their marriage, and at a family reunion. But in those pictures, Dojima, if I may call him that for now- was always with another beside him, someone who wasn't the little girl of course, but looked slightly like her. My guess would be his wife, but since she didn't show up, I wasn't about to ask why. I wasn't completely sure whether I had met my Inaba relatives before, and I didn't want to sound stupid by saying that 'it's been along time'. I went with the safest option instead. "It's nice to meet you." I smiled faintly at the two, hoping to give off a good impression of myself. A gentle breeze passed by and my silver strands of hair began to fall out of place. Taking my hands, I used them to brush them back into position. I also checked my braided pigtails to see if they were alright as well, since it was no good looking sloppy in front of others. My Uncle scratched his scalp and grinned as if showing amusement. "Heh, you probably don't remember, but we've met. I've changed your diapers before you know." Oh, so we did meet, my bad. . . So much for making myself look good. The older individual nudges to little one to step forward. "This here's my daughter. C'mon Nanako, introduce yourself to your cousin." She looked very cute with her chestnut brown hair in pigtails, almost like mine, but they weren't braided. The girl's big eyes stare up at me nervously, a rosy blush evident on her cheeks. ". . . . . . 'lo." I'm not sure whether or not she caught the sight of me waving to her, but she frowned and then ran back behind her Dad. Poor girl, I didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable. Doijima chuckles to myself. "What're you so shy for?" If I guess correctly, her expression changed from nervous to angry when she slapped his leg. "Ow, hahaha." Nanako pouts and turns away.

Ryotaro Dojima and Nanako Dojima. . . Mom and Dad never really mentioned them to me at all before. They did seem okay, but there was this thick tension between them, I couldn't put my finger on it. Living with these two. . . Well, it was best to see how this would play out rather than worrying about it. Overall, I think things would be perfectly fine. "Well then, let's get going. My car is over there." My Uncle starts off in that direction and I follow him, taking the back seat so Nanako could have the passengers seat. He soon drove off to what I'd expect to be his house.

. . .

As we drove by many areas, I realized how small this place was. But surprisingly, I was growing excited of finding things to do here. The city life was so hectic- everyday was practically, one transfer after another, go to school, be sure not to bump into any shady characters, spend time outside, shop, dine in high class, look sharp every day. . . To be honest, I was kind of glad I came here to such a small town, all I needed to worry about next was my new school life. Speaking of which, school must've been over and yet I was still in this Uniform. . . One part of me said I wasn't supposed to wear a button down dress shirt underneath this kind of uniform, but another part of me said to keep it on. Dojima steered his car by the gas station, most likely to get it filled. A sign to my left read, Inaba, Central Shopping District. . . Shopping district, huh. . . I wonder what I could find here that wasn't back home. A person with a red cap had appeared shortly after Dojima parked. "Hi! Welcome to MOEL!"

But before he got out of the car, he looked over to Nanako and asked, "Can you go to the bathroom by yourself?"

"Uh-huh." She replied unbuckling her seat belt and opening the door. Dojima did as well, stepping out the greet the worker. The attendant who bowed in return, seemed to have noticed Nanako stop and look around. "It's in the back, to your left. You know which way's left? The side you don't hold your chopsticks in." Yet the girl in return sighed- looking at her two palms. "I know. . . Geez. . ." Nanako ran off to the back of the station holding her right arm behind her back, which was cute. I stepped out of the car like the two for some air. The atmosphere actually felt a little damp and muggy.

"Are you taking a trip?"

"Now we just went to pick her up," Dojima gestured to me. "She just moved here from the big city."

"The city, huh. . . ?" the tone of his voice slightly became curious.

"Fill up my car while you're at it. Regular's fine."

"Right away, sir!"

I saw the older man reaching into his pocket to find a box of cigarettes. "Good time as any for a smoke. . ." he drifted off to the side of the street, watching cars pass by.

I wondered what to do now besides stand here and feel 'forever alone'. Luckily, my ears perked up at the sudden question directed at me. "Are you in highschool?" the attendant asked. I cocked my head, it was quite an odd question to ask but I had nodded. "Does it surprise a city girl to see how little there is out here? There's so little to do, I'm sure you'll get bored fast. You'll either be hanging out with friends or doing part-time jobs. Speaking of which, we're actually looking for part-time help right now." he pauses to hold out his hand. "Give it some thought, why don't you? We don't mind if you're a student, or a girl." I nodded, it was a nice offer, I might consider giving it some thought. "Sure." I extended my arm to reach his hand, giving it a firm shake like I did with Dojima's just a few minutes ago. We had exchanged a few more words of conversation when Nanako came rolling back in. "Oh, I should get back to work." The attendant walked away and went back to filling up the cars for his costumers. The little one who was standing close the car was looking at me sternly. I wonder if I could strike up a conversation with her too- "! M-Mmm. . ." I placed my hand on my forehead, feeling a wave of dizziness being thrust upon me that very moment. ". . . . . ." It felt exactly like what I was experiencing in the train- but this time was even worse, my head felt like it was being split open. . . As I removed my hands from my face, I noticed the little brunette who had walked up to me looking concerned. "Are you okay. . . ?" she asked in a light voice that faltered a bit. "Did you get carsick? You don't look too good."

I scowled at the ground. Could it just be the exhaustion from the trip. . .? As she mentioned it, the dizziness seemed to be getting worse. But I shook my head at her- didn't want her to be worried about me. "N-No, that's okay. I'm fine, thank you." With the expression she had on, I knew that she wasn't satisfied. Dojima came back and gestured for us to get in the car since it seemed to already be filled with gasoline. Slowly, I felt the pain recede from my head as we made our way to his house.

. . .

We have finally arrived at the Doijima residence. For the next year, this will be my new home. . . I placed my luggage upstairs outside the door to my room, but then decided to settle my things down and unpack. I'm pretty sure Nanko and Dojima would understand if I took my time trying to adjust. As I walked in, I noticed a few boxes here that my parents must've sent for me. For the next hour, I tried making this room look presentable despite it only being made up of a couch, a wardrobe for my clothes, a table, a desk for studying, a TV, and an orange futon for sleeping. I placed some of my valuables and books on the wardrobe and my school supplies on the little shelf that was leaning on the other side of the room next to the door. The windows just above the couch looked dirty, so I'd clean that later to get a good view of where I was. I walked over to shut the curtains. . . Well- this was my room, it was a little tight spaced, but it sure did seem. . . roomy. Due to the echoing silence, I heard a clock from behind me resounding its ticks. . . How late was it already, 8PM?

- Evening -

I came down the stairs to see Dojima and Nanako sitting at the living room table with three sushi plates and three beverages on it waiting to be opened. I couldn't help but speed walk over when I saw that the remaining soda can labeled 'TAP'. I took a seat and opened mine up hearing it fizz. They both smiled at my sudden eagerness. The older man started, "All right, let's have a toast." We all lifted our drinks up, Nanako's a little lower than Dojima's, mine only slightly higher than his- and drank. I put the cold can down when I noticed Dojima was ready to speak. "So. . . Your Mom and Dad are busy as always. . . They're working overseas, was it?" I nodded. "I know it's only a year, but getting stuck in a place like this because of your parents. . . It's rough being a kid. Well, it's just me and Nanako here, so it'll be nice having someone like you around. So as long as you're here, you're part of the family, so make yourself at home."

I couldn't help but smile warmly. My parents were always busy, and they almost never had much time for me. "Thank you for your kindness." I stated politely while keeping in mind how much I was sincerely thanking him.

Dojima laughs in reply. "C'mon, there's no need to be so formal. Look, you're making Nanako all tense."

The girl sitting across from me hears her name being used, looks over at meet her father's eyes, and then hung her head in result. She was most likely trying to hide her blush. It was very cute in my opinion.

"Well, anyway. . . Let's eat."

Nanako and I nodded, I had a long day and sure was starving. . . My head was just more than jumbled up, not only that, but it experienced pain throughout the day during the most random moments. I snapped my chopsticks in half. PI PI PI PI PI PI PI! Just when my eating utensils were inches away from nabbing the eel sashimi, my hand froze to the ring of a cellphone. We both stopped to look at the ol' man on this room. "Ugh. . . Who's calling at this hour?" The smile on his face went awry. He grunted as he searched through his pockets for a cellular device. ". . . Dojima speaking. . . . . Yeah? I see. . . . . So where is it? . . . Uh-huh. . . . . . All right, I'm on my way." he sighed to himself and whispered, "Looks like I made the right choice to skip the booze. . ." . . . I said nothing. With a beep, he hangs up his phone and shoves it back into his pocket looking at the two of us as all the while. "Sorry, but I gotta go and take care of some business. Go ahead and eat without me." The brunette stands up suddenly. "I don't know how late I'll be. Nanako, you help her out, okay?"

". . . Okay."

I could hear the sulkiness in her tone. But something told me she had that sulk a little too often- it was just a feeling I got. She gazes down and the adult leaves for the door. I watch and examine both because I did feel strangely concerned. I just tried not to show it as much. "Nanako, it's raining out! What did you you do with the laundry?" his voiced echoes even from out the door despite the rain. She cups both her hands around her mouth to call at her Dad. "I already brought it in!"

". . . All right. Well, I'm off."

Nanako sat down, and we both quietly listened as we heard his car drive away. She blankly stared at her food, before moving her hand to touch the power button on the remote. The TV on the other side of the room flashed on, showing the weather forecast. [[-for this week. Next, let's look at the hourly breakdown of tomorrow's weather. With storm clouds moving west, expect rain throughout the day tomorrow in most areas.]]

She gazed back at her plate and picked up her chopsticks. ". . . Let's eat."

I now found myself alone with Nanako who seemed to look quite lonely. . . Starting up a conversation would be the best thing to do as of now. "What does your Dad do?" I asked, curious. That call from earlier was rather abrupt and got Dojima heading for the door- even leaving me and his own daughter alone on a rainy day. 'Urgent' was the word I was looking for. An 'ugent' reaction to that phone call got me curious. Nanako stops to look me in the eye while she spoke. "He. . . investigates stuff. Like crime scenes. My Dad's a detective." To me, her tone sounded rather low, but I couldn't actually blame her. It could be that she was nervous having a new person living with her. ... I'm sure that would resolve over time because Nanako seemed like such a good girl already. But a detective, huh. . . That was a pretty cool job. [[- and now with the local news.]] I purposely turned my head to the TV due to the lack of something to say. [[City Council Secretary, Taro Namatame, is under fire for an alleged relationship with a female reporter. His wife, enka ballad sensation, Misuzu Hiiragi, revealed to this station that she will likely pursue damages. In response, Eye Television has decided to cancel all of announcer Mayumi Yamano's televised appearances. Until allegations of an affair with Mr. Namatame are resolved, she'll remain off the air and out of the public eye.]]

". . . This is boring." Nanko's tiny fingers make its way towards the remote and presses the channel button. The screen changes once again.

[[At Junes, everyday is Customer Appreciation Day. Comes see for yourself, and get in touch with our products! ~ Every day's great at your Junes ~!]]

The brunette had seemed to suddenly perk up by the way her eyes sparkled. She sat up straight and placed her left hand on her chest while she used the other one to get in to the groove. "~ Every day's great at your Junes ~!" She sang, not even losing the beat. Her wide smile was unmistakably vibrant. However, as soon as I got to see the pleased Nanako, the grin vanished- just like the commercial did a second ago. ". . . Aren't you going to eat?" Nanako asked rather deadpan- as if nothing happened at all. Oh- right. . . My sweat dropped. I had forgotten how hungry I was. . . Hopefully my sushi wasn't going to go bad anytime soon.

. . .

Dinner was over. I had then returned to my room after parting with Nanako. I was borrowing this room from Dojima. . . Buuuut threw that thought aside or I'd never feel comfy. The prepared orange futon was just laying on the ground- so I decided to follow what my body said, and sleep. Today- was just really exhausting. Perhaps I might have a good dream to make up for it. I reached up to undo my pigtails and let my silver hair fall down my shoulders. My arm pulled the blanket over my body.

I'll be living in this town. . . For a year, starting today. I wonder if everything will be alright. . . School begins tomorrow . . .

. . .

Before I could even comprehend, I was asleep.

? ? ? ? ? ?

- ? ? ? -

My eyes fluttered open. . . I don't know why, I just knew I had to open them. But to my surprise, I was no longer in my futon, no longer at the Dojima Residence. . . No longer in Inaba if I examined closely. . . ". . . . . . !" Actually, I wasn't too sure about where I was at all. I used my legs and stood up. "This is. . . ?" The area was covered in a thick white fog. It was almost impossible to even see past three feet. Honestly, this was scary. ". . . " And yet all I could do now was proceed forward.

"Do you seek the truth?"

A voice called out to me. O-Or. . . Was that in my head. . ? Seek. . . The truth. . . I walked on, noticing the ground was practically made of little red squares packed together and stacked on other squares. I needed to make sure to watch my step or I'd fall- Fall? There was a clear path of squares telling me which direction to go in, but around that path was. . . absolutely nothing but air. What would happen if I fell? Well, actually- I didn't want to find that out. I continued to press on cautiously.

"If it's the truth you desire, come and find me. . ."

. . . It wasn't in my head. It came from close by- I had to continue on. I ran forward this time, watching as the squares I had been standing on were slowly merging together into a decent road without and gaps or holes. I had to be getting closer. . . . . . Bingo. There was an oddly shaped door in front of me. I literally sensed someone's presence behind it. And it wasn't a good presence, that I felt. Who was calling for me? Biting on my lower lip, I tried to suck in my bravery before placing my hand on the glowing box in the middle. . . . . . . . . . . Then. . . It had opened.

My eye sight had faded into a white blur, and now I felt as though I was facing some sort of mortal peril, I could feel my skin crawling. . . My face flushing and sweating. . . The sense of danger was something I could easily pick up- it was just too obvious to be ignored. I was given my eyesight back only to be greeted with more fog, but this time. . . Someone was in front of me- I didn't know who, but I saw the outline of his or her figure. I became tense and on the edge- something was seriously wrong. I just. . . had to strike at it.

"So. . . You are the pursuing me. . . Hmhmhm. . . Try all you like. . . "

Weapon in hand, I dashed at the figure. "Haaaaaaaa!" But- even with all my strength, the blade of my sword bounced off as if what I did just now was nothing. I felt like I was hitting steel with steel! My panic arose, who- who was this? What was this!

"Hmm. . . It seems that you can see a little, despite the fog. . . "

I couldn't fight the need to get rid of this dangerous feeling. The hopelessness of knowing the chances I couldn't win. . . It made me want to cry out in frustration. My heart that was pounding and skipping beats, made me lash at the figure once more, with a slightly different approach. I held the tip of the blade in my hand and charged at the figure once more. "Taaake this!" I thrusted my arms forward with a high hope of piercing the enemy. To my amazement, the blade went though! . . . H-however. . . "A-Ah." Too smoothly. My eyes widened, the enemy was chuckling- and I couldn't remove my sword. . . !

"I see. . . Indeed, you posses an interesting quality. . .

But you will not catch me so easily. . .

If what you seek is 'truth,' then your search will be even harder. . ."

A red faint glow emitted from the pierced figure, and a cloud of white fog erupted from it. I could feel my sword come free, but my vision of the figure was gone- I couldn't see it. . . I couldn't see anything. . . The surroundings were completely covered with a thick mist. No- I wouldn't let that stop me. . . I took the blade of my sword again and slashed what was in front of me- but no matter how many times I tried, my attack wouldn't connect. I felt hopeless- stupid, for slashing at the open air.

"Everyone sees what they want to. . .

And the fog only deepens. . .

. . . Will we meet again. . . ? At a place other than here. . .

Hmhm. . . I look forward to it. . ."

The voice faded out- and I tensed, not lowering my guard. . . But the last thing I wanted came over me- I was losing all consciousness. . . No. . . I can't. . . Hold on. . . . . . . . . . . .