A/N: Aww, sorry this took so long. It's longer than usual as payment! :3 Also, note; What I say about their relationships, just go with it. May not have happened in the game, FES or regular, but I haven't finished up their and so I don't know. I like to bluff. :3 But there's some love for everybody for you all :3

Minato felt himself crushed under the arms of the two girls. Minato let the occasional stray of perverted thought catch him off guard at the feeling of how their boobs were pressing against him. Junpei snorted at the glance of his cat-smile, pretending to be aloof, but Minato could see from under the limps and between the bodies of Yukari and Fuuka that his lips were tugged into little smiles. They, like Ken, had grown as well. It wasn't so much in looks as it was in how they held themselves and the maturity in their bodies. Yukari and Fuuka have matured well in certain spots, fufufufu he thought to himself, but was roused from his warm thoughts when he heard the girls crying.

"You were dead!" Yukari hissed, moving back and clenching her fists angrily. "What the hell are doing here again? Huh? Don't you have ANY IDEA what you've put us through? You idiot! You..You I-I…" She hiccupped and lost herself to her sobs, and while Minato as smooth and good at comforting people, that didn't make him any more comfortable with her crying. Fuuka was just crying to herself, smiling gently. Yukari liked dramatics more anyway. Junpei was content with standing back as well.

"Yukari," Minato said lowly, moving to her. He gently took her hands and kissed her cheek. He didn't dare kiss her lips, not from the glance Junpei shot him. Had…Yukari…moved on too…? He didn't think she'd go to Junpei, but then again, playful friends like they had a higher chance of pairing up than not, he believed. Minato said nothing on it and just returned to consoling. Despite this, memories of talking about the girl's mother with her, about consoling her about her father, about learning more together overcame him. He then moved to Fuuka and kissed her cheek as well, and from the same look Junpei gave him, he wondered what he meant. Did they have boyfriends? But they weren't him, and he was just watching over them…? Or…?

Oh. Minato moved to him too, smiling gently and giving him a blunt raise of the eyebrow. Junpei flustered, then looked away sheepishly. "Jeeeez. You know how to make a guy uncomfortable. You're the only guy I know in the world who can make me squirm just by lookin' at me or…"

Minato shut him up by kissing his cheek too, then returned to the girls. Junpei blushed furiously and mumbled something about having a girlfriend and was not gay. Considering Minato's naivety about relationships and monogamy (or lack thereof) and sexuality, that didn't matter, because just about everyone had been with Minato one way or another. Minato loved everyone, and loved them as they wanted him to. Friends, lovers, siblings, parental figures--he was anything you wanted him to be.

Yukari was still crying, but she was calming down to a point where she was getting a grip on herself. Fuuka held out her hands and Minato took them gently, giving her a kind and protective smile. "You look well, Fuuka. I'm so happy to see how strong you look." Warm thoughts of cooking experiments and talking filled his head. She had always been so kind, and Minato had loved seeing her come out of her shy shell as they grew closer.

"I will go make some tea," Aigis said and Fuuka eagerly pulled away to go help. Minato didn't really want to be left alone with Yukari and Junpei, not really knowing what to do around those two anymore, but a least Ken and Koromaru were nearby. They sat down at the dining table and talked small talk, with Minato doing most of the listening and Yukari doing most of the talking. Junpei would interrupt now and them with his own little snipes.

After his death, and after some events Yukari brushed over and Minato didn't quite catch (some drama and such with other girls and stuff) most of them had finished schooling at Gekkoukan and were moving on to college. None of them had really wanted to stay around, and not just because of their feelings of loss after Minato was gone, but because their lives had almost turned dull without the Shadows. Junpei, Fuuka, and Yukari went to the same college, but whether it was by coincidence or an unspoken desire for connection to their past neither would admit. Minato didn't think it was the former. Some of his old social link buddies had gone to the same place as well, such as Yuko, and Kenji. Apparently, Keisuke, Hidetoshi, and Kazushi had gone to the same college as Akihiko and Mitsuru. Their uni was for students most likely to succeed and had firm plans with what they wished to do. Junpei had scoffed and mumbled something about Kazushi that made Minato smile. It was nice to hear the playful, underhanded quips that he used to hear all the time when traveling in his favorite pack of friends.

From there, Yukari had met a nice boy who sounded like nothing more than a boy similar, but not quite the same as the image Minato put up for Yukari. Supportive, helpful, and alright with just laying around and watching chick flicks--that was what Minato showed Yukari when alone with her. He didn't have to speak up too much for her. Fuuka had a nice job at a local, on-campus café to bring in some yen here and there and she got to flaunt her much-improved cooking quite proudly. She'd gotten a nice boyfriend, but again Minato thought that the description sounded too much like how he acted for her to be safe. Kind, strong, and outgoing to try and build an extraverted personality in her was how Minato had acted for her.

Junpei had gone through a fair few of girlfriends, but he'd developed something of a picky taste and had dumped most of them.

Minato took this moment to look them over and see their physical changes over their personality growths. Junpei still had that punk look to him, but his hair had grown out a bit more and he had lost the hat. His goatee had grown into the kind of beard/mustache combination that had a pleasant trimmed thin and bohemian look to it. The strength he had acquired during his training in Tartarus had developed more smoothly and away from an awkward, lanky look into something stronger and more adult. His ears were pierced, which was interesting, and Minato told him as much. Junpei grinned.

"I like it, don't you? It's 'edgy'. Chicks dig piercings, dude. It's a proven fact! Got laid the night after I got these babies. Captured balls are hot shit," Junpei said brightly. "You'd look great in a pair, you know."

"Uck," Yukari sighed, rolling her eyes. Minato smiled and blushed. It was so familiar…Watching Chie and Yosuke fight wasn't quite the same as watching Junpei and Yukari snort and scoff and tease each other. Minato turned his attention then to Yukari. Her hair was longer, but she had it back in an uncontrolled ponytail for the most part, her bangs escaping the hair tie and sideways across her forehead. Her curves were fuller, and though she hadn't grown much in height, she had the perfect look for the girl next door. Her make-up was subtle but suited her well. She hadn't changed too much, but she still felt too old for him. They both felt like senpai, when they were the same age.

Aigis and Fuuka brought in the tea and Ken eagerly took the break in the conversation to finally ask the burning question.

"Minato-kun, how are you even here?" he blurted. All eyes turned to him curiously and Minato looked away. Not wanting to explain everything before Mitsuru and Akihiko had the chance to get here, he gave the short, cheating answer.

"I came with the students of Yasogami High. They are here to see Gekkoukan and just have a nice school trip at Port Island. I've been staying with a Persona-user like myself named Soji Seta." They all tensed at the use of the word 'Persona-user' and Minato realized his folly. They all thought the Shadows were gone and that Personae had faded along with them and the Dark Hour. They had no idea about the Midnight Channel or the events in Inaba. He quickly tried to find a way to explain without explaining. After a few moments, he came up with nothing, and he fell quiet. They stared at him, but Fuuka noticed how this was making him uncomfortable and she changed topics to something else.

While they discussed idle things like classes and general observations about life, Minato examined Fuuka. Her hair was longer and it was in a braid that rested peacefully on her shoulder. Everything about her was subtle but it was subtle in a very gorgeous way. Her make up wasn't plain, but it wasn't obvious, and while she dressed in a simple skirt and pretty top, the rings and bracelets and her necklace were far from ornate but still defined themselves in a very aesthetic and pleasant way. She wasn't quite as curvy as Yukari, but she wasn't flat, either. She wasn't very tall, but she was still quite attractive and gentle looking. Minato felt a fever of sadness building in his brain at how he had missed watching them grow up…and how he hadn't grown up with them.

He still was a high-school kid. He hadn't aged at all. The only difference now was that he wore a white shirt that had 'Junes' written on the sleeve and black jeans. But he used to always where black and white, so he doubted they'd notice. They didn't; but they did notice his paler-than-usual skin and drained actions. They did notice he did not look like the healthiest boy in the world.

----Soji----

Soji stood outside, watching Teddie with a cocked eyebrow and a wry smirk. "I have a favor to ask you, and if you do what you can, I'll tell you a secret about Rise." Teddie's eyes grew wide and then he blushed, practically squirming with delight.

"W-What's the job, Sensei!? I'll do anything!"

"How good is your nose in our world?"

Teddie considered this a moment, before he shrugged. "I am not sure. I look like you guys, but I can still smell some stuff. Not very well. Not as well as in my world, and even then…" He sighed, looking dark for a moment, before he noticed how Soji looked over his shoulder and down the allies absently. "I think I know what you want. I can't be exact, but I might be able to point you in the general direction. Is that okay, Sensei?"

Soji nodded, and after a few minutes of concentration, Teddie pointed him in a direction and Soji nodded again. He started to walk, forgetting all about the secret he was supposed to share with Teddie. Teddie yelled after him, grumpy from being betrayed, but Soji ignored him. He had much more important things to do. If Minato was alone…If he was waiting there, by himself, as the night got a summer chill, all alone…Soji didn't know how well Minato handled the dark, let alone being alone. When he got down to it, he didn't know that much about the other at all.

Not that Minato was a fountain of information, but the point remained that Soji didn't ask very much. Soji followed Teddie's vague descriptions for a while, but as he drew near the Port Island station, he drew closer to the darker allies. Soji was taller and stronger than Minato, but he still looked like a clueless tourist and student, and he was too drawn into his thoughts to notice as the punks watched like raptors to carrion.

Once he realized he was nowhere near anywhere, he turned around, figuring that if he just returned to the Station and got directions to where students to Gekkoukan lived (He had gathered Minato used to live in a Dorm from previous conversations and just general deductions) he'd be fine. But there stood a handful of tall, shady looking young men armed with the most gruesome of street armaments who blocked his way. Soji's eyes narrowed and he jerked his head up confidently, but his mind was wheeling. He turned part-way, knowing better than to turn his back to a bunch of muggers, and found that some smoke-huffing, skanky women blocked his other path.

"You look like you're a little lost, kiddo," the most bancho-looking of them sneered, spinning his pipe between his fingers like a baton. "You're a Gekkoukan shit, ain't cha? A rich kid, I'm sure. You don't look bright enough to be in on a scholarship, am I right?" His pack snorted and snickered with chuckles and nasty laughs. Soji squared, his fists tightening carefully. He said nothing.

"Let us have your wallet, kid, and you walk away unscathed," the leader said simply. "As payment for wandering into our turf."

It was going to turn nasty fast. Soji was strong, but he wasn't strong enough to take on a handful of punks with pipes, wrenches and brass knuckles. He raised his fists, but Soji wasn't a fist-fighter. The leader and his pack moved in and Soji didn't want to shift back, but he moved back anyway, teeth clenching. They were cornering him so he couldn't move away from the imminent beating. This wasn't good, wasn't good, this wasn't good…Soji found his back against a wall. He didn't break eye contact, even when the pack had him nice and surrounded. He bit his lip, his mind trying to think but, god dammit all I can only think about Minato that idiot this is his fault no it's not oh man this is going to smart tomorrow please don't hurt me too bad I still need to find Minato and if I just break a rib or two that's fine don't knock me out besides I've got too much pride to back down to you and your gang I'll take the beating just bring it on.

Soji threw up his arms and glared between them as the pipe was raised and the punks let out hoots and hollers. All Soji could think about was Minato and how he was supposed to get to him with broken body parts when he felt adrenaline scream through his brain. Thou art I I art thou CLEAVE

Soji moved without thought and swung his fist, slamming into the guy's jaw. CLEAVE! He leapt back as a wrench swung at his skull and he took advantage of that training with Chie by deftly swinging up his leg and kicking the guy in the head. Pain was numbed and he hardly noticed when a guy slugged him in the side with the knuckles. The crack it made when it happened was what had gathered his attention. Soji was outnumbered and there was no way he could win, but his rush had taken them by surprise. Now that they had gathered themselves from their stupor, Soji knew the inevitable was coming. So he went on the defensive and just started to guard. RAKUNDA!

By the time it was over, Soji picked himself up slowly from the pavement, his ribs aching and his arm throbbing painfully. They'd taken his wallet, but he kept nothing but a few hundred yen in there. He kept everything else in his bag back at the hotel, besides his phone. He waited until he was able to stand up to take account of everything. Nothing felt broken, but he wasn't too sure. His face had escaped some beating, but a nice bruise was rising up on his cheek. Damn it.

Wait. His phone. His mind reeled back a bit and he took it out. He stared at it numbly. His phone. He was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He could've avoided all of this if he had just called Minato before going off. He smiled and laughed weakly, dialing the other and staring at his feet dizzily. He wandered slowly back to the safer part of the station, taking check of himself again. His ribs hurt bad and his arm was swelling and felt tight, but otherwise there was nothing wrong. Just some bruising. No real blood anywhere, use of blunt objects usually prevented that from happening.

When Minato picked up, Soji kept his voice even and vague. "You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm with my friends. As you should be with your's, Soji."

"Ah. Well. I'm kind of lost because I went looking for you to make sure you were okay. Forgot I had my phone. Wandered into some not-so-friendly territory. Can you give me some directions to get to where you are? I'm at…um…a station. I'm still on the Island."

"You got beat by the back-alley folks, didn't you?" Minato sighed. "How bad?"

"Fractured ribs might be the worst. I don't know. I can walk and I'm not bleeding. I also kind of want to meet your friends. See…veteran Persona-users…you know…?" Minato sighed again and then listened off directions. Soji took care to memorize them and then thanked Minato. When he hung up, he smiled faintly. He sure stung, but Minato hadn't given him too hard of a time. It was nice.