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Fuuka: Raiden-chan doesn't own Persona 3. But she does own the story. And a copy of the game.
Warning: Angsty-ness and death.
Tomorrow
The first day she went into Tartarus she thought she wouldn't live to see tomorrow.
Fuuka Yamagishi, fueled only by sheer determination, searched and searched.
Finally, Minato fount her, and led her and his friends downstairs.
Together they fought the Emperor and Empress.
This is where their story began.
A punk, a senior, rejoined the group.
He fought with skill, and valor, and trust.
But yet after and before he clutched at the air, the ground, somewhere, for support.
Shinjiro Aragaki was slowly dying on the inside.
Fuuka held the dying teen as she rushed for the hospital.
A terminal illness is what the doctors claimed.
But he knew, but she knew, that it was more than that.
Betrayal. His own psyche, his persona was betraying him.
Castor ripped into his lungs, into his heart.
He coughed as he held onto his pillar, Fuuka.
After, they walked out as if nothing happened.
They went to the shrine and prayed for Castor to stop.
Shinjiro, thrashing, crying, was lost.
Blood, flesh, death, revenge he was lost.
But then his pillar came through it all.
Hope, hope for a better time.
He asked if they could hang out for a day.
He knew it was his last, but he didn't tell.
She complied as they went to stores, restaurants, and karaoke.
Then he said goodbye and left for the station.
As the bullet went through, he didn't shed a tear.
"Aki, take care of him..." he said, and her too, he thought.
And as she cried, as he fell to the ground, he said:
"This is how it should be..." Goodbye, everyone.
A young man, Shinjiro Aragaki, age 17.
Died of "gang violence," a shot to the heart.
And as his green-eyed pillar cried for him,
He knew that night that for him, there was no tomorrow.