Title: First

Rating: Teen

Category: Angst/Romance/Drabble

Pairing: YukarixMinato. implied and very, very, VERY slight AigisxMinato

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story atlus does if I did Minato would come back (stupid persona 4….)

When Yukari Takeba sat down beside a lean, slumbering, young man in the hospital, a big, overstuffed, book filled to the brim with pictures of last year sat on her lap and she couldn't help but feel as though that year contained almost every kind of first for her. She probably should've been able to tell that the moment he breezed into everyone's life. That disinterested look he always carried on his face until the seventh day of the seventh month. Then again she had guessed it was pretty hard to look disinterested when there's a girl in the bathroom taking a shower.

"Ya know…you were my first." She murmured aloud hoping that the navy haired boy could hear her somewhere deep down in his subconscious. "Then again that whole year was like, a big, fat, first for me." The slim brunette looked down and stacked the book haphazardly on the patient's bedside table. She gently took a slightly calloused hand in hers. "But uhm… I guess I always made that pretty obvious huh." She let a finger glide over his knuckles. His hands, the ones that protected her from harm and held her close. The hands that calmed her when she was upset, the ones that reassured her that he really did love her. That told her, when Aigis snuck into his room for the fifty-second time in a row, that there was nothing going on between the two of them. The hands that had sunk into her hair and got acquainted with places she, contrary to popular belief, never let any other boy touch.

"Sometimes, I wonder was I yours?" Yukari continued staring down at the paper white skin enveloped in her hands, and then she felt them, the tears, clouding her vision threatening to spill out. "Probably a selfish thing to think about right now, huh?" Her gaze traveled upward and she studied every aspect of his face. His high cheek bones, straight nose, soft lips. She could feel a few tears work their way to the surface. There was a time not to long ago where she had kissed every little feature of his body when they had been alone in her room. She had gotten back every kiss and every pleasure back blow for blow in no time flat back then. Yukari shook the tears away.

"God I'm such a sap." She said softly as she chuckled gently at her own criticism, she decided it was time to change topic.

"You would've been proud of me though." She glanced at his shut lids, sometimes, much like right now she was dying to look into those big gorgeous eyes and gauge some type of reaction. Instead all she had was his pulse, but still she soldiered on. "I actually talked to my mom although I think I was right last March. It probably really would've been easier if you were there." Her finger trailed over his knuckles again, she avoided looking at the I.V that was currently attached to his wrist. Looking at that evil, slender tube made everything seem real, like he really could fade away at any given moment. She lifted his hand gingerly and studied the palm of it.

"Guess what Fuuka said about that life line was shit huh?" She murmured letting her finger trace the long line that trailed along the inside of his palm. "Well I guess she can't be good at everything." Yukari ran her free hand through her hair. It was the unknown way she comforted herself when she was little. The only other person who knew about it was currently laying in the bed beside her living on life support. All hooked up to wires and plugs. Her heart ached as her mind threw out the sweet memory. "You always ran your hand through my hair when we were lying together, remember?" She shifted her eyes to the door when the nurse walked in.

"Hello Ms. Takeba." The wizened, old, nurse said as she took out the old I.V bag and replaced it with a new one. "Staying the night again?" Yukari smiled softly at the old women and nodded. The nurse smiled at her knowingly, giving her a quick nod before shutting off the lights. The brunette women sighed and stripped out of her shoes and socks before pulling down the sheets and crawling into bed beside him. Her head buried against his chest as she felt the steady, quick, thumps beneath her. She lifted her head and looked at his face before softly brushing a gentle kiss against his smooth cheek.

'Ironically,' she thought as she heard the quick beats, slow, before starting back up again. 'This has to be the first thing I need to listen to before I can actually get some sleep.'

OH MY GOD THIS THING TOOK SO FRIGGIN LONG! Gah I hate how it turned out. It's so damn short *sobs* and I don't think I followed the first one shot very well but oh well…start with fluffy rot your teeth sweetness follow with grab a razor and cut yourself angst. Anyway you know the drill 3 reviews or no new story.