Author's Note: My apologies if this chapter seems a little underwhelming for the ending.

To all of you readers who stuck with me in the writing of this story - DGShoe, TheTrueOverlordBear, and the wonderful patrons of Snap's server especially - Thank you for sticking with me and this story. And thank you for getting me through this school year, supporting this story even when chapter updates seemed few and far between. It means a great deal indeed to me, more than I can ever convey to you in words.

Please enjoy: the Finale of Jester, Meet Your Son, The Moon.


A few weeks later..

Takuto Maruki stares at his case files. He's been hired at Shujin Academy as their new counselor - meant to help all the victims of Suguru Kamoshida's abuse heal from their mental trauma.

The patient he's seeing right now, in particular, seems to have taken the brunt of Kamoshida's attention.

Yukitaro Adachi - formerly known as Yuuki Mishima.

Yukitaro seems to have had a very… colorful few months, as far as Takuto can tell. He'd found out his father was a serial killer and his mother was one of the murder victims. He'd fallen in with a rather interesting group, the former delinquent Akira Kurusu and his friends. And he'd even enlisted the aid of Kasumi in running the Phan-site, the site where the infamous Phantom Requiem had begun.

By the spirit of the law, the boy should be in jail for treason against the Japanese government due to that last point. Yet here Yukitaro sits, as calm and placid as a smooth stone.

"So, would you rather I call you Mishima or Adachi?"

Yukitaro smiles slightly. "The latter. I've, well... I've been through a lot of... a lot of shit... and done a lot of sorting out in order to wear that name with pride."

Takuto leans forward, adjusting his glasses slightly. "Would you care to elaborate?"

"Finding out I was the son of a serial killer and knowing the name I'd gone by wasn't my real one... I was still the same person, personality-wise and all that, but it really made me sort out my identity and who I truly am."

He looks up at Takuto with a fire to his eyes, one that makes Takuto's mouth open slightly with surprise. "You seem to be a rather determined boy… who would you say helped you out with that the most?"

"My dad - my real dad, Tohru Adachi, and my friend Aki.." He pauses, seeming to reconsider before he continues: "Takashi Kido."

Takuto raises an eyebrow, nodding as he continues to jot down notes. The boy sitting in front of him seems nothing like the boy Kasumi's told him about. The boy Kasumi described was timid, shy, and anxious to no end. Yet this boy seems bold, bright and beyond determined in whatever he wants to set his mind to.

Takuto hums before he looks up.

"Could you.. Would you mind telling me the path you took to get to this mental shift?"

Yukitaro cracks a wide grin - he knows he's gonna have to withhold and switch around a lot of details, but he's willing to play ball. "Sure thing."


As Yukitaro's walking home from that day's therapy, he gets a phone call from a contact in his phone under the name "Crow-ling in my Skin."

Yukitaro chuckles, taking the call. There's not even a shake in his hands when Goro Akechi is the one that picks up. "What's your reason for calling, Crow?" Yukitaro hums, waiting for the response on the other end.

What he gets is a sigh of reply.

"Yuuki.."

"Yukitaro. I told you to call me that."

"Tell your new father to stop cutting my hair so roughly."

Yukitaro can hear Dojima's comments to "quit your grumbling, Goro, it looks fine" in the background, and he grins even wider.

"That can't be the only reason you called, right?"

"It wasn't my only motive for calling, yes. I think it should be fairly obvious why."

"... No? It isn't? I'd.. actually like you to tell me why?"

He hears Goro slam his fist down on the table.

"Yukitaro Adachi, I'm.. sorry for what I did. That's what I came to say, and to.. damn you, you idiotic old country hick, Dojima, stop trimming the back of my hair like that!"

"If you're going to be raised in this family," Yukitaro can hear Dojima say, "we're going to be teaching you some manners, since you seem to be a wild little one-eyed brat with a clear lack of them."

That makes Yukitaro do a spit-take. "Wait, you're going to be part of our family?! You're going to be my step-brother?!"

"That's what I was calling to tell you. Your father has graciously offered to hide me, ridding me of my former appearance and giving me a fresh start in the world.. No longer will Goro Akechi exist. In his place will be.. a member of the Adachi-Dojima household." Yukitaro can almost hear the weariness in Goro's tone at that last statement.

"Anyway, Yukitaro, I called because I wanted suggestions for names."

"I don't know - something with a K, like Kazuma or Karasu or Kazushige.."

"Kazuma Adachi has a ring to it," Dojima remarks.

The newly named Kazuma Adachi remarks "... that's going to be my name, isn't it."

"It is now, bro." Yukitaro chuckles.

"Excuse me, what did you just call me?"

"Sorry, gotta go, bye bye! I've got to see Joker off from Leblanc, his dad's visiting." Yukitaro smiles wide as he moves to hang up.

"Do not hang up and leave me with your other father.."

"Our other father now, Kazuma. Our other father."


And with that, Yukitaro hangs up as he swings into Leblanc. The place is quiet, his dad sitting at the bar talking excitedly with Sojiro as Takashi Kido himself sits at a booth with his bags packed. "Come on, Yukitaro, catch a seat. My dad should be here any minute now."

"He should?" Yukitaro asks, but he takes a seat across from Takashi.

"Man," Takashi sighs, "this time passed so fast and yet it feels like a total eternity ago I stepped foot in this cafe for the first time. Weird how time flies like that, huh?"

"It really is weird. Remember when Kamoshida was still causing trouble? I was such an anxious disaster back then.." Yukitaro shakes his head as he sips his tea.

Takashi playfully shoves Yukitaro in the shoulder, smiling. "You weren't that bad, I promise."

"Hey, that still implies I was bad!"

Tohru smiles as he lounges at the bar. "That's my boy," Tohru hums.

The ring of the door opening jolts them all out of their thoughts.

Every Persona-user in the room can sense Takashi's father entering the room before they see him, the sheer aura of the man's Persona a thick and choking power that makes Tohru Adachi flinch.

The heels of the man's leather shoes - business shoes - click against the wood floors as he enters, cutting a sharp figure.

Reiji Kido might be pushing 60, but he's aged incredibly well - grey hairs on his temples are the only indication of his real age, his face still as sharp and intimidating as ever. He wears a formal purple business suit, the smile on his face only adding on to the cold demeanor he puts on.

Tohru Adachi might be practiced at his Persona-using, but he's not arrogant enough to not recognize a man of power - and this adult Persona-user practically breathes power.

Takashi stands up and smirks, walking up to Reiji with his hands in his pockets before patting Reiji on the shoulder.

"Hey, Pops."

"Good to see you too, kiddo." Reiji ruffles Takashi's hair, chuckling slightly - and his demeanor almost softens a little as he stares at his kid, his smile a little warmer. Takashi sputters, trying to push his dad's hand away. "Hey, hey, not the hair, not the hair, pops.." Reiji laughs at that before he looks back up at Tohru and Yukitaro.

Reiji nods at Takashi before stepping closer to Tohru and Yukitaro, pointing fingers between the two. "So you must be the Adachi boys my son told me so much about - the ex-serial killer and his kid, the anxious wonder."

Yukitaro shrinks a little into himself. "I-I mean, like, maybe a little.."

Tohru stares Reiji dead in the eyes.

"You're a Persona-user too, aren't you? My kid taught me how to sense Personas."

Reiji's eyebrows shoot up. "Damn, you don't beat around the bush, do you. Not even with.."

Reiji points at Sojiro, who shrugs. "Trust me, I've known about this Persona thing for a while now," Sojiro sighs. "Perks of your daughter getting tangled up in this stuff."

Reiji looks back at Tohru. Tohru just cracks a grin. "Adult Persona-users, right?"

Reiji smirks back. "Right."

They talk a bit more, all of them do, before Takashi leaves. Tohru's sure to get Reiji's phone number in his cellphone. As Takashi leaves, Tohru gets a particular look on his face.

"Hey," Yukitaro sighs, "Dad, talk to me, what're you thinking?"

"First of all, his Persona was the same kind as the one that turned me into a goddamn rat in Futaba's Palace. Second of all.."

Tohru chuckles, a sort of chuckle that has Sojiro squinting and going "Not another one of your little schemes, Adachi."


It's later on - a day or two later - that Tohru and Yukitaro take a train down to Inaba.

They walk to the graveyard, Tohru with a bottle of expensive sake in hand and Yukitaro holding a little bowl of rice.

"Your mother had her own struggles, you know."

"Yeah." Yukitaro says, sighing. "I bet she did. I looked up stuff about her, wanting to find out more, but it was all fansites and..."

"Fetish shit?"

Yukitaro nods, and when he looks back at Tohru, it's with pleading eyes.

"Can you just tell me a little more about her? Anything at all?"

Tohru pauses, stopping still at the cemetery entrance. "What, you want to ask me about her?"

"You loved her enough to, well.." Yukitaro gestures to himself. "For me to happen."

Tohru goes quiet again as they start walking. Then he shakes his head and goes: "She and I were mutualistic. She was a live wire, and I was the conductor. I enabled a lot - a lot - of her worst impulses, but I also saw some of the best in her. I, just.. I dunno, kid. All I can say for certain is that she loved you - she does love you, even still."

They stop right at her grave.

Just seeing the words "Mayumi Yamano" carved into the headstone is enough for Yukitaro to start crying. "Hey, mom.." he says softly.

"Leave the bottle for her. We'll dump some out onto the ground."

As Tohru pours some out and Yukitaro leaves the bowl for her, the two feel strangely freer than before - like a weight's been lifted off of their shoulders.

"You know, kid.."

"What?" Yukitaro asks, looking up.

"It's funny. It only took dying for me to realize this, but while I never felt freer with anybody else than with your mother, you and Dojima…"

"Just get to the point."

Tohru chuckles, looking up at Inaba's skies. "You two waste too much time on me. Why do I feel freer with you two than at any other time?"

Yukitaro can't help but respond: "Because we care, you knucklehead."

The laughter that comes out of Tohru's mouth echoes in the air, resonating.

For Tohru Adachi, Yukitaro Adachi, and Ryotaro Dojima, this is the truth - a home found in each other, a freedom found in bonds, a series of events forged and made anew, a Jester ascended to the ranks of Fools, a Moon risen golden in the skies, an Emperor ruling with a regent at his side…

Yes, for the three, this is their sanctuary.


a/n: Damn, where do I even begin?

For starters, you guys just read the equivalent of 200+ pages in a single Google Doc, which is what I wrote this story on.
That's the length of a full novel - much longer than I ever, EVER expected this fanfic to grow. I was so afraid I'd lose motivation on it, but I kept going. All of your input, comments and more really helped me push this fanfic forward to something fucking amazing that y'all can read from this point onward. Thank you guys so much.

Now, the question many of you might be asking: "What are your plans for the sequel?"

There is a bonus chapter of sorts I plan to publish after this one that's sort of, well.. If I do end up writing the sequel, either the Full-Length or Vignettes, it'll be a cool set-up and foreshadowing of what's to come with our three main protagonists, Adachi, Dojima and Yukitaro.

I'll show off little tastes of the plots people voted they most wanted to see, from Adachi's next Plan to Dojima's investigation to one of the three main villains I had planned for the plot. If I don't end up writing the sequel, it'll just be a cool little look at What Could Have Been.

Which, well.. there are three things keeping me writing that full-length sequel.
a.) It's a big-ass plan. Three main villains, characters from all over the Persona franchise included, and some definite "taking canon out back and shooting it in the head." Unsure how well that would go down compared to this.
b.) I'm afraid I might lose motivation. The fact that I pulled this off is a fucking miracle and I feel like I'd need multiple people helping to keep me motivated to keep working on it.
c.) I just don't know if there's even any reader interest for it. So, if you ARE interested in me writing out the sequel, I'd suggest you make yourself heard and known - please.

That being said, it is a genuinely badass concept and I do want to write it down even if I have to do it in little Vignettes and shit.

Again, thank you all for reading, commenting, sharing, making fan-art, whatever you people did, it all warms my heart.