-P3-

-Observation-

The young Arisato was sitting patiently at the lounge of the Kirijo Group President's office. Gig was mentally humming the tune to the A-team's theme song to the bluenette's irritation. Minato on the other hand, drowned out the tune with yet another remix of "Burn My Dread". The Master of Death saw this as yet another insult to his existence and immediately stopped humming to please the young teen.

"That's enough kid! Please stop that unholy racket," Gig pleaded dearly.

"Hmmm…Fine, but you have to wait patiently now," Minato bargained for his peace of mind.

"For what it's worth right now I'll give in," the Master of Death acquiesced.

"Mister Arisato, the president will see you now," Takeharu's secretary informed the lad.

"Mm-kay," the bluenette nodded.

The office had been adorned with simple furnishings and decorations, a wooden desk and revolving leather chair for the president along with two cushioned chairs placed in front of the desk. There was a clear overhead view of the city by way of windows which were covered by silk curtains. On the president's table was a memento from the Nanjo group, from which the Kirijo group splintered from.

"Take a seat boy," the elder man commanded.

"So what am I here for?" the bluenette inquired.

"Do you remember what I've asked of you before?" President Kirijo said, puffing his cigar.

"Spy on the chairman? That guy is harmless," Minato replied.

Minato's first meeting with Ikutsuki…

"Who ate the pudding I was saving for tonight?" a scrawny/nerd voice whined.

"That would be me pops," a familiar bluenette teased with the spoon still in his mouth.

"Aw, I'm gonna dock that from your allowance then," the elder man grinned.

"And I'm gonna abandon you in Tartarus if you touch a single Yen," Minato said seriously.

"Don't get hasty now, I'm sure we can work something out," Ikutsuki began to sweat.

Many threats and counter-arguments later…

"So nothing happened," the bespectacled man gave a fake smile.

End Minato's first meeting with Ikutsuki…

"Be that as it may, some of Ikutsuki's activities during the Dark Hour have gone unrecorded, we don't suspect anything, we just want something clearer to appear on our files," the elder man admitted.

"Can't your guys do it or how about interviewing Ikutsuki?" the bluenette retorted.

"No, none of my agents can operate in the Dark Hour and interrogation can only go so far," the President corrected Minato's chain of thought.

"It does seem like a lot of trouble," Minato scratched the back of his head.

"I'll give you 500,000 yen along with supplies for your expeditions and personal effects," the elder man tried to deal.

"…" the young man thought about accepting the deal.

"I'll set-up a date with you and my daughter," Takeharu played his trump card.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where did you get that idea," the bluenette chuckled defensively.

"I may have only one eye, but I'm not blind, nor am I oblivious to such things like my daughter," the man let out a grin.

"In that case, I won't accept the money," Minato slammed his hands on the table.

"But, you'll accept the date, right?" President Kirijo raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah!" the bluenette yelled loudly, "but are you really okay with this?"

"Of all the young men Mitsuru's age I've known, you seem to be the most decent one out there, despite your questionable sanity," the elder man let out a deep breath.

"Not even Akihiko?" Minato asked.

"Him? He's deeply traumatized by a tragic event in his childhood that troubles him whenever he speaks to a girl," Takeharu revealed.

"That's pretty messed up," the youth admitted.

While Minato was deep in thought, the President opened the drawer of his desk and stopped to bring out a fairly small package.

"Anyway you'll have to record anything you see or hear on this," the president passed a heavily modified PDA to the youth.

"This thing?" the bluenette doubted the capabilities of the device.

"It's modified to work during the Dark Hour, 200x zoom camera and highly sensitive microphone," the executive elaborated on his product.

"That sounds awesome, how much did it cost to make those modifications?" Arisato asked inquisitively.

"10,000,000 Yen," the elder man said like the amount was spare change

"Fucking Hell! That could buy us an island of hotpods!" a mental occupant blurted.

"That is a lot of cash for some modifications," Minato pointed out.

"Making things work in the Dark Hour takes a heavy part of our yearly R & D budget," the elder Kirijo sighed.

"I guess I'll get to work then," the youth made way for the exit.

"Good Luck kid," Takeharu wished sincerely.

At the elevator…

"That entire conversation was really awkward…" Gig spoke.

"Awkward is an understatement, the guy just put his daughter up on the spot like that," Minato replied.

"You do know what that means right?" the Master of Death was analyzing the situation.

"Yeah, he's dead serious about this Ikutsuki thing," the bluenette thought.

"He could be paranoid or onto something big," Gig pointed out the possibilities.

"Let's not take any chances," Arisato thought cautiously.

"Agreed, let's start with the dude's office back at the dorm," the voice suggested.

"*Growl*" a rumbling emanated from within.

"After dinner," the youth added.

"Speaking about dinner, I saw a hotpod restaurant down there," Gig said ecstatically.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Shirakawa boulevard...

"Jin, Chidori, are you two ready for our little excursion?" a shirtless teen with long, white hair and strange, yellow eyes spoke to his companions.

"Of course Takaya," a bespectacled teen in a green bomber jacket replied.

"Medea wants to come out," a redheaded goth stared eerily into empty space.

"Excellent," the shirtless one said,"our informant said that our prescriptions are being kept in a Kirijo warehouse near the small town of Inaba."

"So we just barge in with our Personas and blow everything up?" Jin raised a question.

"No, as much as possible, I'd like to get it done by the time of the Dark Hour to avoid any recordings or extraneous problems on our part," the yellow eyed man admitted.

"Okay we get in, we take our stuff then we get out," the bespectacled one simplified.

"I sense it..." the goth broke her silence.

"What is it Chidori," Takaya was visibly bothered.

"A strong Persona is very near," the redhead tried to hold her head in irritation.

"Not one of those SEES kids like Aragaki? He never talked and I didn't think they could have someone this powerful..." Jin hypothesized the nature of the Persona in question.

"Don't concern yourself Jin, it's not as if we are going to clash with fellow Persona users, that's just ridiculous," Takaya reassured.

"Your right, I'll just prepare for the trip to Inaba now," the green one replied.

"Interesting, Chidori what is this young man doing right now?" the whitehead asked.

"He's eating his dinner," the goth said expressionlessly.

"Keep an eye on him, he could be valuable later on," Takaya grinned.

Back to Minato/Gig...

"Tomorrow's the 20th," the bluenette trailed off, biting another hotpod.

"Our first 'official' trip to Tartarus," Gig finished.

"Yeah," Minato gorged on yet another unsuspecting hotpod.

"Just act surprised and they won't notice anything," Gig instructed the youth as he savored the hotpod's flavor.

"We'll at least get to try out the Apsaras we got," the young Arisato said hopefully.

"About that, what is it that you do exactly?" the Master of Death diverted his gaze towards another "guest" in the youth's mind.

"Um,I'm a healer and um, I have some Ice-element spells," Apsaras said shyly.

"Why are you so shy?" the bluenette whispered to avoid the glares of the restaurant's clientele.

"He's the Master of Death and for some reason he's in your mind, it's just disturbing," the Priestess admitted.

"Oh that shit happened years back when the kid was even, well, kiddier," Gig replied for lack of a better word.

"It must have been an incredible power to have bound you to this youth," Apsaras sympathized

"Stop conversing in my head you two, I can't think straight," Minato complained.

"Jeez kid, at least let me train the wench," the Master of Death gave a devilish grin.

"Oh God no, your not mind-raping anyone in my head," the bluenette delivered an ultimatum.

"Ew, cripes no kid! That's just sick. I'm gonna raise her to level 9999!" Gig laughed maniacally.

"We cap at level 99 here..." the Priestess tried to inform the Master of Death.

"Says you, by the time I'm done, your healing can turn smoldering ashes into a full-formed human being," the original "guest" gave the Priestess a big V-sign.

"Oh please someone shoot me," Minato covered is face as he paid the bill and left.

End.

AN: Sorry I haven't updated in the past week, I've been busy with a couple of tests so the scheduling for new chapters is once a week by the weekends.