A/N: "FORGIVE ME!"

To all my readers:

This chapter may be a bit... emo-ish for everyone's taste (even mine). I have no idea what had come over me, but ever since last night, I haven't been feeling like... well, myself. Also, I've been feeling a bit... rhyme-y since then. I'm like a bad poet that keeps forcing the words. Anyway, I thought I might as well put those thoughts in this chapter.

Here's a demonstration that I wrote in my phone after I already turned off my computer last night:

*Ahem*

Come one, come all. Here is where we depart,

From here it begins, finally, the plot will start. (ugh..)

Sorry about my bad rhyming,

I just thought it was perfect timing.

These words may disturb your read,

But don't worry, still, it's a good story indeed. (blek...)

My notes are about to end, sorry for the wait,

This is the last, I swear, I hope you can relate.

April 18 - Saturday

Once upon a time, in a land far far away. There was a handsome young prince, where every maiden in the kingdom wanted to be his bride. But that story is completely irrelevant to my situation.

I woke up, staring at the ceiling, feeling something was wrong. I shifted my gaze to the side, catching a glimpse of the soft rays that passed through my window. "Something is definitely wrong...

"With me."

I remembered that there's still no net in the dorm. The Magician Arcana must've damaged the lines when it climbed up the wall. Also, I have no laptop, and I still have no idea what the address of their site is. I pretty much spent last night planning, ended up sleeping after the dark hour. I thought I could get some well deserve rest, sleeping till someone knocks on my door.

I checked my watch that was sitting beside my pillow, then my phone, finally to the wall clock that hung on the wall. When did I get that? But that was beside the point.

"WHY THE HELL AM I WAKING UP BEFORE SIX?"

Yeah, you ask "what's wrong with that?" well, here's my answer: I am not a morning person... unless someone wakes me up, I pretty much would love to screw with them. First time Yukari knocked on my door in my previous world, I ignored her. She knocked again, I got up, then locked the door. It wasn't even locked in the first place. One thing you have to note if you try to wake up a person who loves to daydream and sleep is: you have to force them to wake up.

Me? you need to wake me up with a cold wind or a zap of electricity, which by the way was how they used to wake me up in my world. That's how Akihiko and Yukari got pretty good with their skills. Junpei tried once, ended up burning my sheet. Fuuka? She gave up, teary eyed. Maybe she saw my dream? Ken? Just like his sempai, but with a little twist. The brat woke me up with an electrically charged baton. Koromaru? Morning full of slobber. Shinjiro? The guy still had to be epic, even when waking up someone. He pulled me by my collar then delivered a painful headbutt, instantly waking me up, too bad it didn't knock me out. Damn my body for being able to withstand a car crash. Aigis? Her's was the worst. She tried changing me while I was still asleep. Even tried to take me to the bath while I was still asleep. Cold shower woke me up, but I have lost my dignity in front of that robot girl.

Ikutsuki tried once. He tried to make a morning joke, but before he even got to the punchline, I kicked my door, forcing it off its hinges, and deliciously sandwiching the bastard between the wooden board and the wall in the hall. Good times, good times. We had to send him out on a stretcher. Poor me got a lecture from sempai, but that just went through deaf ears (busy listening to Wiping All Out).

But now...

"WHY!" I hurried over to the mirror in my room, splashing my face with cold water, then examined my face. There's something wrong. I never get up from bed (voluntarily) this early.

Stress.

That's it. It HAS to be it. Minato Arisato NEVER gets up before ten (mostly twelve). My slumber bunnies, how lonely they must feel right now that their caretaker is out in the real world.

Yes, I have made imaginary pets in my dreams, that's why I always go to bed early and wake up late. They keep me calm, even in the face of crisis, example: MIDTERMS, FINALS, ARCANA SHADOWS, AND... IKUTSUKI'S HORRIBLE JOKES.

Right now, they must be starving, no one's going to feed them... ah who am I kidding. They'll live, I'll just visit them while I daydream. You think I'm crazy? Why don't you try living and fighting with and against personae. I'd love to see anyone live a sane life with those around.

Everyone in the dorm's like that. If you think about it carefully, they're all crazy. Like me. Everyone's got a habit or obsession that they're conscious or unconscious about.

Alright, I'll name some of them. Me: zombie daydreamer, Yukari: pink fetish, Junpei: cap fetish, Akihiko: Masochist, Mitsuru: execution sadist, Fuuka: tech geek, Ken: severe complexity about being a kid, Koromaru: the dog can actually understand human speech, Shinjiro: epic, male tsundere, Aigis: stalker, and Ikutsuki: bad joker but still continues.

Long story short: the SEES dorm is the residence for the worlds most unique people... being unique in more ways than one.

Why am I ranting about this stuff? And why am I talking to myself? This further explains my mental status.

I shrugged it off, all off it, then made my way to the second floor bathroom. I hit the showers and sang with my angelic voice. I think I woke Yukari up with my majestic rapping in the bathroom. I heard a female grunt while I lathered my body, pausing and not singing the female voice of Burn My Dread.

Hey, I only said I had an angelic voice, but I never said anything about singing like a sissy. I rap with pride. I speak the words with rhythm and soul. Never bad mouth us rappers if you don't even have the heart to listen to our voice. If you can only talk shit about our art, then just shove it up your ass. We don't need bitches that are deaf to our calls. Hear me haters, if you can't even get the massage that we pulled from our souls, then shut it, and tell us what's in yours. My brothers are all here, open, and ready to listen to you.

Yukari shall be the first in this dorm, to listen, and appreciate the art of rap. I'll make sure of it. Mwahahaha.

Well, I already tried it back in the previous world, but they ignored it just the same. There are just some people who don't understand the beauty of fast rhymes and meaningful words. But I won't force anyone to see what I see. I will respect their taste all the same, unless they disrespect mine. Then it's WAR to those bastards!

Well, anyway, enough self conflict. I can hear a dreadful groan from the boxer outside the bath. He's also a non believer of the God of Rap.

After getting dressed, I went down the lounge, meeting the tense atmosphere of the room. The current residents of the dorm are all here, grumpily eating whatever it is they are eating. I held back a snicker. I feel invigorated seeing the unhappy faces of SEES.

"Goo~d morning everyone!" I greeted. "Why the long faces?"

The only reply I got was a room full of grunts.

"Sheesh, you folks sure are grumpy." I suddenly felt like doing a happy dance... but didn't do it. "Anyways, I'll be off to school. By~e!"

Okay, I lied. I didn't go to school, but instead, went to the back streets of Port Island Station. Before heading out the dorm, I tossed a bag of clothes out the window, and into the alley beside the dorm. There, I got changed, the beanie helped my disguise by hiding my hair, making my drowsy eyes into an intimidating glare.

The bag was the problem. I didn't know where to hide it... whatever, I'll just bring it along.

As I got on the monorail, the passengers took their distance away from me. Though the cart was packed, they still managed to squirm away to the corners, leaving me in a small circle. I don't like this feeling, it's... weird. It's like, I'm a being of solitude, yet... this sensation feels familiar to me.

The feeling of being alone. Accusing eyes, all pointed at this body. Eating away any emotions I had. Yeah, I guess that past year has really grown on me. I shouldn't be alien to this feeling. This is how I used to be like. Lonely, depressed, in the pit of despair...

Hollow...

I remember how my mp3 was my only friend. Listening to its voice, all I did was listen. I always kept a fake smile in my heart, reminding me that life was nothing but a farce. It's funny what little situations do to you, and how it brings back some painful memories.

Any kind of long bridge reminded me of the accident of my parents. The Evoker reminded me of SEES, and how we used to get along. Personae reminded me of the lies that brought me up, molding me the way I am now. And people. People remind me that I am only one of many. If one dies it won't be missed. Even if it was, it'll only last a few days. People die everyday, but you don't see that in the news. It's normal. Nothing you do will ever change the fact that 'Time never waits, it delivers us all in the same end'.

Oh, how cruel. It is so cruel, this life of ours.

I snickered, gaining me a few attention from my fellow passengers. I'm being emo in my mind again.

I once thought that life was nothing but a story. A story of one person writing away his soul until the day when he runs out of ideas. That, is where the story ends and kills the main character that is himself.

I still believe that's true. But... what makes a difference is the content of the story. One man can write a billion words in his lifetime, but it always has an end. If one writes alone, then, the story will be tragic.

I am not alone.

That was the continuation of my story. I've met friends, companions, even fell in love. If one person can write a long story, then what about if you write with friends? One person's story is limited to himself, but what if you share your story to others?

You can give ideas, your thoughts, your heart. Writing the story of your life will never be dull. With friends along, I can write an infinite amount of stories. My tale will never die, as they live inside the pages of others.

Wow, I should write this down.

I was snapped out of my emo thought as the doors of the monorails hissed and opened, where the people near me hurried their way to the outside. I gave out one last snicker before following suit.

As the light of the outside pierced my eyes, I spotted the horde of female, the same group tried to rape me in public. I walked past them, sticking my tongue out as they didn't notice that the person they were waiting for had already arrived.

Today is the day that I'll look all over town to see if I can find even a tiny trace of Strega. Junpei had his meeting by the station, meaning that: Strega in on this man-made island. That time at the shrine could have been a plot from Ikutsuki, since it's suspicious for the chairman of Gekkoukan High to talk to shady characters. It could also be that he told them to come to the shrine so that any wandering students wouldn't see him... but that's only a guess.

I'm bad at playing detective.

Well, since there's not enough clues to piece together: deductions are pretty much guesses.

I first tried the area in front of the station, watching some of the students greet each other and continuing their ways to school. There isn't any person being avoided here so, theirs no Strega.

I walked to the back alley, a heavy force washed over me as I approached the end of the path. Greeting me on the other side were the three sacks of rotten meat that I humiliated back in Paulownia Mall.

The first guy that I knocked out stepped up to me. "Who the hell are you?" he glared at me over the patch on his nose, failing miserably at his attempt to scare me. "This is the first time I've seen your ugly mug here."

I rolled my eyes. I'm happy that my disguise works, but it's saddening for people to try and scare you with that face. I closed my eyes, bobbing my head slightly. "I just moved here." I'm trying to be polite. I don't want people breathing down my neck while I search.

The guy snorted. "Hey guys, come over here." he called to his two lackey. "Let's give this guy a proper welcoming." he said, cracking his fist. "You ready boy?" I ain't your bitch.

The two behind him chuckled. They probably want to vent some anger since I smashed their ego. I just shrugged, leaving myself wide open. I gave them the universal finger of insult. "Bring it."

"You sonnova!" the guy with the injured nose charged in for a punch. Switching to Thor, I let the fist connect to my forehead. I reared my head back, building momentum from the guy's blow, then gave his fist a seismic headbutt, resulting in a very gruesome cracking sound.

Thor automatically casts Tarukaja to my body, enhancing all physical muscles in me, as long as I have it equipped in my mind. Also, any punches or kicks doesn't work on me right now. I'm like the human version of the Norse Thunder God.

The two extras saw what I did, feeling deja vu, they backed down without a fight. I grunted, glaring down on the guy that attacked me. "Should I say sorry, or should you?"

The punk didn't seem to want to back down. "Fuck you!"

I sighed, before grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt. The people in the alley were all shocked as how a guy like me was able to lift the punk, who was taller than me, with one arm. I lifted him higher to give myself a good view of his solar plexus. I clenched my left hand, as I lifted him with my right, delivering a Vicious Strike to the guy's gut, forcing the wind out of him.

I tossed him to the side with ease. He crashed, unconscious, to the ground. I scanned the area, some of the punks looked away as I made eye contact. "So," I spoke. "Anyone else a part of the welcoming committee?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

I heard a familiar voice. I shifted my pose to the side. There, glaring over me with his terrifying height, was Shinji. "Hello, are you going to welcome me like these guys did?" I asked, picking up my bag that I dropped on the ground.

He grunted. "Don't lump me together with those things."

Ouch. He doesn't even see them as people. Shinji's personality is so refreshing. Feels like I have a big brother in the form of a thug. Don't worry ,sempai, I will make sure you live, or I'll die trying.

"What are you looking at?" he snapped. Guess I was mesmerized by the magnificent beanie.

"Nothing." I said. "It's just nice that there's someone else who shares my sense of fashion." I had a dark blue beanie, while he had a black one.

"I'm not wearing this to look good." he retorted. "Get out. You don't belong here."

"Aww, don't be like that." I said. I moved my arms along with my shrug, with a sly grin on my face. "Why don't we get to know each other, you know, a fellow beanie bonding." I was half serious about this, actually.

He shook his head. "Get out. I don't have time for weirdos like you."

"Why? Wha'cha doin'?" I asked.

"None of your business!" he snapped. "Now, leave. Before I make you." edging closer, he towered over me.

"Easy now." I held my arms defensively. "You wouldn't wanna pop a vein now, would you?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he just glared at me with eyes that could make someone like Junpei wet himself (sorry dude, but you're only the close friend that I could make fun of). In addition to that, the man was growling. Not like the pathetic growl of just pronouncing the R sound. Like a lion growling using his throat, that's what it was like. It's quite impressive actually. Only few people could growl like that, and emit a terrifying aura of blood lust.

As warned, I backed away, slowly. Arms still held defensively, but with a fox-like grin on my face. "You know," Hook. "if you keep scowling like that," Line. "you'll never get a girlfriend." and sinker.

"RAAAHHHH!"

Like a beast the was hungry for its prey, Shinjiro pounced on me, fist reeling back, and intent to pummel my sorry ass. I hopped back when he swung, barely missing my nose, and almost letting go of my bag. I turned around, and skipped away from the alley. 'Course, Shinji ain't so childish as to chase me all the way out to the open. But I did hear an impressive battle cry when I was out of sight, though. I kept my merry skipping even as I entered the Strip Mall.

Chidori wasn't in the alley, should've figured. I need to think 'Art'. Where in this concrete jungle would be a great place to be alone, no outsiders to interrupt, and no unwanted eyes peering at your work...

I got nothing.

Maybe she's happily sketching by Shirakawa Bouevard? HAHA! Like that's ev- wait... maybe that place could be where their hideout is at? Nah.

No way they'd be living in that kind of place. But then again, if you saw a shirtless guy walking out from Shirakawa, then... you'll probably think about that. And if they were walking as a group... a threesome?

I am so blaming Junpei for the way I think right now.

Enough of this. It's already past ten, and all I've been doing is playing. Well, I can't look thoroughly on an empty stomach. Since I'm already here... TO HAGAKURE!

Wait... damn, I still don't have the card. Maybe I can make a deal.

"Yo, old man, one hagakure special, please!" I announced as I entered the shop. Luckily there was no customer to hear my sudden announcement.

"What are you talking about, kid? There's no such thing." the old guy behind the bar said. "Look at the menu and take your pick." Ah yes, the mouth-watering menu has yet to be revealed to the public, it seems.

I smirked. No one gets between me and my meals. "Alright, old man. How about we make a bet." I declared. "I know that menu exists. What if you make a challenge for me, and if I win, you give me a ticket to access that bowl."

"And if you lose?" heh, old man can't seem to keep secrets.

"If I lose..." I paused. "Then I'll work here for free for an entire year!"

The old man smirked. "You're on." ah, sucker. "My challenge is called the Twenty Bowl Challenge."

"Say the rules old man." I said, taking a sit on one of the stools by the bar. "Make sure to get that ticket ready."

The old man snorted. "The rules are simple." he explained. "Eat twenty big bowls of ramen. The time limit is two hours."

My smirk widened. I'm gonna win this hands down. "C'mon then, old man. Lemme at 'em"

The old man took a large bowl from under the counter. Setting it on the table, he watched as how I reacted from it's size.

I blankly stared at the bowl. Instead of feeling nervous from it's size, a drool ran down from the corner of my mouth, eagerly anticipating the twenty servings in this container. The old man has no chance of making me yield. Why?

I still haven't had my breakfast, yet.

After a little over one hour, the old man gaped at how fast I devoured each servings. Finishing my twenty first bowl, the guy went inside the office, making the ticket that he promised.

There were some spectators that witnessed my glory. They entered as I went through my tenth bowl, which I had finished within thirty minutes.

After a satisfied pat on my belly, the old man handed me my prize. "Here."

I took the piece of paper, and shoved it in my wallet. "How much for the challenge?" I asked.

"It's on the house." he said, with a smirk. "You're a monster kid."

"I know." I'm being sarcastic by the way. I am no monster, I assure you. "Well, seeya old man." I got up.

"Bring your friends next time." he said.

I waved. "Will do. And next time, I'll be paying for my meal" I said, before walking out of the shop.

I walked leisurely on my way to Paulownia Mall. That challenge was the thing that cost me my first loss against the Peta-wac monster. Well, I tried to push my luck, challenging all menus inside the Strip Mall. Since then, I have learned my lesson. Then came that time with Elizabeth. I shudder at the memory. I can't believe that there was someone out there, a woman, who could have out dine me. That food marathon put me in my place. And people say that I have a black hole in my stomach. Well, they've never met the likes of Elizabeth.

Alright, enough about my days of humiliation. I need to focus on my walk. I don't want to trip on a banana skin.

No, that never happens in reality, but I still have to watch where I'm going.

As I entered the vicinity of the mall, something very peculiar caught my eye.

"Excuse me, young lady, but what are you doing here?" Officer Kurosawa was talking to a certain red-haired girl, wearing a beautiful white gothic-lolita outfit. Sitting on one of the mall benches, she was busy with her hands. "Shouldn't you be in school?" the officer asked.

The girl ignored the officer, continuing to scribble in her notebook.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." the officer said, but he was still ignored. "That's it. I'm sorry, but you're coming with me." he said, taking the girl's wrist suddenly.

The officer took the hand that had the pencil in it. The red-haired girl was abruptly stopped in her scribbling. She looked at her wrist, then traced the source of the other hand, and looked at the officer's face. "Let go." was the only thing she said.

"Finally talking are we?" Kurosawa snorted.

"I said: let go." the girl repeated, this time, in a more stern tone.

"That is not how you talk to an officer, young lady." Kurosawa retorted. "Come on, stand up. We're going to the station for a little talk."

He pulled the girl to her feet, then the girl began pulling back as well. "I said: LET GO!"

Well, this is an interesting soap opera. But something's missing... That's right! The lead actor!

I ran to the two that were having a tug battle, then cried out. "MARIA!" both parties looked to my direction.

I headed straight for Chidori, lifting her in a bear hug, with an additional twirl that made the officer release his grip. "Oh, how I've missed you." I said, as I ended my spin and slightly pulling back from the maiden. "Where have you been? The others are waiting."

"You know this girl?" the officer asked from behind my back.

I spun by my heel, then quickly made a courteous bow, hiding my face before the officer could take a glimpse. "Thank you, officer, for finding my fiancé."

"Your... fiancé?" the officer asked.

"Yes. My fiancé." I quickly stood straight and spun back to face the girl. "Where did you run off to, young miss? I was worried sick." before Chidori had the chance to talk, I continued. "Honestly, you could have at least taken one of your body guards to escort you."

"Wait, hold it. Who are you people?" the officer asked again.

I spun back to the officer, taking off my beanie. My hair was still pulled back, making me unrecognizable unless my fringe falls down. The steam of the ramen slicked my hair back in the shape of my beanie. I placed my right hand over my heart, only letting my fingers touch my chest. "My name is Vincent Adamant, sir." I introduced. "And this young lady here..." I stepped aside to let Kurosawa see the girl. "She is Lady Maria Clare De Blanc. The nobles which my family has been acquainted for generations."

"What?" was the only reaction the officer could give. Even the girl was speechless.

Chidori was about to say something again, but I intercepted her. "The lady and I are currently here for vacation. In secret of course." I leaned, slightly, to the officer, setting one foot behind the other, and a hand on my chest. "We have come here all the way from the Great Britain. This man-made island has gained quite a reputation. As such, we have chosen this place to be our vacation venue."

"Oh really, now?" officer Kurosawa didn't seem convinced. He crossed his arms and began tapping his foot.

"Yes, of course." I took out my phone. "Would you like me to demonstrate by firing you from your job?" Kurosawa shot up a brow. "I believe you were hired by the Kirijo group, correct?" Kurosawa dropped his hands. Seems like he's buying my bluff. "I believe that you can be replaced easily. I mean, you are only here because of your..." I paused. "Services, correct?"

The only answer I got was a simple "Hmph!" then he walked back to the station.

Now that that's settled. I turned around to see the ungrateful girl back in her world of scribbles. "Not even a 'Thank you', young miss?"

"I didn't need your help." she retorted. Her eyes not leaving the pad.

Wow, this woman is difficult. Now then, if I were Keima, what would I do? oh...!

"I guess that's fine." I shrugged, then quickly spun in front of her, not missing a beat, I got down on one knee, closing my eyes and asked. "Will the fair maiden grace this lowly commoner with her name at the very least?"

I can still hear her scribbling. "Why bother? You already gave me one, yes? Sir Adamant."

Ouch. Major fail. Shot down even before setting a flag.

I sighed. Standing up, I left her for a few seconds to get my bag that I left on the side, only now noticing that there were spectators that witnessed our little play. I sighed as I sat down beside the lolita. Taking my mp3 from the bag, I set it to low volume, and listened to Memories Of You. I checked my watch: eleven-thirty.

"You hungry?" I asked. She didn't reply. "It's almost noon, you know?"

She still kept scribbling.

"Wanna go to Wild Duck Burger?"

Still no reply.

"How about Wakatsu?"

No reply.

"Hagakure?"

Her hand seemed to have stopped for a moment.

I smiled. "I know how to get the secret menu." I offered. I'm a sleeze bag for tempting her with food.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Blank eyes, staring sternly at my face.

"I'm asking you out on a date." I nonchalantly said, leaning forward, and propping my chin with one arm.

"You're annoying." she said.

I snorted. "I get that a lot."

She closed her notebook, and stood up. "I'm leaving." she said, as she passed my face.

"Hey," I spoke up. She stopped but didn't turn to look at me. "Can I see you sometimes?"

She became silent. I turned my head to her back, getting a good look at the chain that was connected inside her wide sleeves. It's easy enough to hide a small weapon in there, like: an Evoker in one sleeve, and a small blade of an axe on the other.

She started walking away, leaving my question unanswered. I sighed as I saw her vanish from my vision as she walked out of the mall.

I stood up, and took my belongings. I have to say, "I am now, completely, interested in that girl."

She didn't show it, but I know she wants to find out who, or what I am. Her senses are sharp, like that time at the shrine. She looked at me, and I looked at her. We both know that we are similar. In her blank stare I saw a bit of curiosity, seeing that there was someone else with the same look as her and the two others in Strega. I lost my parents when I was young, then lost my friends just last year. My feelings of despair must've intensified while I was unconscious of it.

Maybe I'll make a little poem:

Her eyes scream: sorrow,

her hair says: blood,

her dress speaks: I am ready to perish, anytime I wish.

I have now seen the poisonous flowers, blooming in the other garden.

On their petals were dews, falling silently as they were swallowed by the dark.

Those flowers were left to rot, to wither away as they had lost their spark.

One by one, each flower lost it's beauty.

Adopting in it's stems, the poison of the abyss.

All took the element, yet only three remain.

And now we have Strega... goodbye beauty, what a shame.;

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Wow, that really sucked.

Note: I suck at poems.

I entered the Chagall Cafe, ordering the pheromone coffee that I promised to forget. But this is a grand moment for me. I sat in the corner of the cafe. My order was brought to me and I took my first sip.

Tomorrow will be the dawn to the End. Everyone in SEES shall follow the person that harbors the Apocalypse. Ikutsuki shall slowly piece the puzzles together, not realizing that he is also fixing the date of his doom. Strega shall be there to hinder the team from eliminating the shadows and the Dark Hour. Leaving me, as the director of the play, as well as the leading actor.

Chidori has become the stem that connects me to their garden. I've already lost my place in the land of SEES, leaving me in between. Well, I guess I'm a wild flower now. Either I bathe in the light with my friends, or rot in the venom of Strega.

I wonder which garden will be ruined first? The field that flourishes in abundance, or the field that's striving to live?

I have sown the seeds, and all that's left is to wait and let it grow. As the director and script writer, I shall turn this play into a masterpiece.

I raised my cup, pointing to my imaginary friend.

"A toast." I raised. "To my grand theater. Where comedy, fantasy, love, hurt, and friendship are all inside this grand scheme. I raise my cup to thee...

"By Minato Arisato: My Requiem of Tragedy"

A/N:

How Horrible! I've been possessed by a bad poetic poltergeist.

Ever since I've talked about rapping, all of this was already happening. Someone stop me, please, this crap. But you know, this may also be a trap.

Ugh, I think I'm just tired, I think I'll rest. Don't worry though, next time I'll give it my best.

...

well, i always do, though.

Oh yeah, to everyone: Thanks for reading, Especially to chad001 for that amazing review. Very perceptive, may I add. You have the gist of it, but I still have the main plot hidden, still. Also, the reason why I'm updating quite fast, is because... I'm bored.

R&R please...

And I almost forgot, Disclaimer: Persona 3 does not belong to me. This is just for fun, from yours truly...