Disclaimer: Persona belongs to Atlus.

A/N: Rated M for crude language.

o2.

As I slept peacefully in the ugly-ass pink bed that reeked like the essence of that bitch named Yukari, I heard a series of loud, forceful knocks sound from that paper-thin door. A yelp escaped my throat, and my bed underwent a hard, desperate jerk. It scared the fuck out of me.

"Hey, it's Yukari."

"Hey, get the fuck out." Who did that shit-head think she was? It was only seven in the morning. Unlike her, I was beautiful and needed beauty sleep. She could hibernate for twenty years and still come out as demented as Joan Rivers without her bo-tox.

"Mitsuru-senpai asked me to take you to school today," Yukari continued. Apparently, she didn't respond well to blunt, candid threats. Nor did Mitsuru. What the hell was wrong with these pussies? Didn't they recognize sass when it bitch-slapped them across the face?

"Yeah? Well… I can find it myself." You mother fucking ho. It felt good to even just think of the insults. Sometimes, Minako wondered if she had a problem.

"I have to do it," she snapped, turning the handle and coming inside, namely TRESPASSING. "Mitsuru-senpai asked me to, and, uh, we always do as she says."

Did I hear a bit of a 'tude enter that wrenching horrible nasal voice? And I was trying to be nice… "Maybe you'd realize you can do whatever the fuck you want if your head wasn't stuck so far up her ass."

"Excuse me?" Little Miss Cardigan gaped over at me, her mouth twisted into a frown/scowl. "You don't even know what you're talking about."

"Just get your ass out of my room," I whimpered, closing my eyes and stomping my feet. "I don't have time for this shit."

As she continued to stand there, arms crossed and pout on, I continued to stand my ground with my back arched and my boobs out. No bitch was gonna take ME down.

But as I opened my eyes to glare at her, I saw something on her cardigan that stopped everything.

Hanging there on the side of her waist was a freshly used condom. Holy fucking balls.

"Yukari Take-a-bra. Got laid this morning, eh?"

Her eyes widening, Yukari glanced from me to her waist to the condom and then to the floor. Her face flushed red, and she then gave a nervous gasp before turning to flee from the room. Fucking coward.

Before she could make it, however, Mitsuru was standing in the threshold. HER face was red, but it glowed with a fierce, dangerous wrath as she held up the yellow package of a condom wrapper. And in her other hand, she grasped the red vest of a silver-haired boy. He was staring at the ground in shame, and Minako pitied him for having to deal with Mitsuru's crazy-ass power-struggles and for penetrating Yukari's wobbly vagina.

"Takeba," Mitsuru snarled, the fire alive in her voice. "You had better explain why this was in your room and why he was sneaking out of it."

"I-I…" The bitch couldn't even answer her senpai. She just stood there shaking like a fucking earthquake.

"Leave her alone, Mitsuru," said the boy, though his sexy voice was low and weak. "It's not her fault."

"Hm. Last time I checked, it takes two to have an experience like that," Mitsuru spat.

"And the last time I checked, girls want to get fucked just as much as guys."

"That's enough, Aristao," said Mitsuru. A warning, a threat; a DARE.

"But it's true, isn't it, Senpai?" I looked directly into the pits of her amber-brown eyes. "You wanna get laid, don't you? You wanna feel someone's fat, juicy dick slide up and down your vagina?"

"I said that's enough!" the redhead shouted, her eyes flickering to the boy and then back again with a mild sense of panic.

"I bet she'll forgive you if you sleep with her tonight," I told the platinum head, grinning at him. As he stared at me and then at Mitsuru and then at Yukari, I wondered why he was fucking wasting his time with that chatty brunette. She was ass-ugly, and I was a goddess. Even Mitsuru was decent enough to fuck. But not Yukari. What the hell.

"Come on," said Yukari, dropping the oozing package at Mitsuru's feet and grabbing my arm. "Let's go."

Allowing her to drag me, I turned to see Mitsuru and the boy facing each other, their mouths moving in speech and their bodies moving closer.

Damn. I was falling for a player. He'd have her fucked by breakfast.