"Now...let's begin, you vermin!"

Panther shifted his focus from the monster to Jester, taking a deep breath before shouting to him. "Let's finish it together! jester... no, Akira!"

Jester froze, pausing a moment before smiling to himself, turning back to her. "Yeah, let's finish this, Ann."

"So it's you all along..." Skull trailed off, widening his eyes in realization as he noticed Swan's worrying face. "Wait, Swan... You're Suzui?!"

"Huh?!" Panther yelped, eyes open wider as she also finally realized who they're looking at. "Shiho?!"

"Yeah, it's me." Swan sighed, gripping her saber with both hands. "But let kill this a-hole first, OK?"

"Of course." Joker nodded, swing his dagger in his hand. "Arsene, dream needle!" He commanded, touching his mask.

The red gentlemen thief appeared behind him and snapped his finger, sending a wave of needles at the shadow's mouth. However, it only chuckled mockingly in response as his attack did no damage and only healed it.

Internally cursing, Joker turned his teammates. "No physical attack on the mouth!"

"Got it!" Jester nodded, cracking his knuckle. "I've been wanting to try this for a while now..." He summoned Moriarty, pointing his scythe toward the shadow's mouth. "Persona! Wind of Death!"

(Wind of Death- Dealing medium WindCurse damage to 1 for, a unique skill for Moriarty.)

"At your pleasure, Jester." Moriarty smirked to himself, sending a barrage of razor-sharp wind and shot a blast of curse energy to the wind, creating a black tornado. The tornado hit Madarame's mouth, severely damaged it.

High-fiving with Jester, Skull rushed forward and swang his bat to the eight eyes, jumping back and touched his mask. "Peeeersona! Headbutt!"

The pirate smashed into the left eye, readying for another lighting attack when Swan rushed to his side with Jeanne behind her. "Jeanne! Zio!" "Captain Kidd! Zio"

With the two Persona users shouted in unison, two bolts of lightning struck the mouth again, further damaging it.

"ARRRRGH!" The shadow groaned in pure rage, sending a wave of chilling ice toward Panther, knocking her down and back. Before everyone can snap out from shock, Madarame sent another wave of chilling wind to the thieves, Majesty to be exact.

Luckily, Roi was able to dash in front of her in time, bearing the damage for her. "Thank god that I'm resisting to Ice..." He murmured, sighing in faint exhaustion and turned back. "Majesty, snapped out of it."

"Y-Yeah." She hesitantly nodded, gripping her naginata and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Oichi! Queen's Dance!"

Mona rushed to Panther's side and helped her up, healing her prior injuries. "Panther, you're OK?" He asked worryingly.

"I think so..." Panther whispered, giving him a reassuring smile. "Now, let's back into the fight."

The Japanese queen came out behind her and flew forward, throwing her blade-hoops to the nose. Taking this as his opportunity, Fox summoned Goemon and shouted.

"I am thou! Giant Slice!"

The Japanese dancer smashed its opium pipe to its left eye and the eye flop onto the ground, lying motionlessly. Panther followed up with an Agilao on the nose, running to Swan's side.

"Swan, I got an idea." She said, moving her head to Swan's ear, whispering something to her.

"Oh! That's great!" Swan exclaimed in agreement, giving her a thumb up. "Let's try this out-"

However, her word was cut short when those five paintings all flopped to the ground and dissolved into black goo, and Madarame reappeared as his human form again. Taking this as their opportunity, the thieves surrounded him with their firearms.

"Dammit... I'm the great Madarame..." The shadow panted, sweating heavily from his forehead. "The Madarame who gathers a full crowd every time he opens an exhibit! I'm not someone that worthless brats like you are allowed to defy...!"

"You still have the nerve to say such things?!" Fox scoffed. "You will fully taste the wrath of those who were preyed upon by you!"

"Let's finish this! All-Out Attack!" Joker and Jester shouted in unison, and the thieves jumped back and rushed to the old plagiarist, attacking him with their weapons.

"Now's our chance!" Mona advised. "Attack the main body!"

"Panther! Let's do this!" Swan took the opportunity, raising her hand up.

"Yeah!" Panther nodded, high-fiving with her and announced together. "It's our SHOWTIME!"

Before anyone can even react to it, Panther dashed forward and whipped Madarame for a few times and tied him up, pulling it with all her might. Meanwhile, Swan was holding a volleyball, staring at the shadow while playing with it. Nodding to each other, the red latex-wearing thief swang it to the sky, letting the volleyball player have a clear shot. Without another word, Swan threw the volleyball to the air and spiked to Madarame's face.

The two watched as Madarame's body crashed to the ground and continue to slide toward the other side. Giving each other a giggle and high-five.

"Damn..." Jester sweatdropped, turning to Skull. "Note to self, never get to their bad side..."

"You're damn right." Skull nodded, gulping.

"Stop sidetracking." Roi deadpanned, firing his evoker to the shadow. "We're fighting a big shadow after all."

"Napoleon, Frei!"

The horse rider pointed his sword to the air, casting a burst of nuclear energy to him, knocking him back. Groaning in even more rage, Madarame raised his hand toward the thieves, sending a wave of purple energy to everyone.

"Brace yourself!" Exclaiming, Joker held up their hands and guard themselves, the others followed. The almighty attack struck them, knocking the thieves back for a bit.

"ARGGH! You damn thieves!" Madarame glared at the thieves, sinking into the black goo below him, the portraits replacing his original form. "It seems you need a good whipping to make you understand!"

"Great..." Joker trailed off, changing his Persona in his mind. "Shiki-Ouji! Psio!"

The white paper-like Persona appeared behind him, raising his hand and sent a blast of psychotic energy to the mouth, causing it to wince in pain.

"Requiem of Rebellion!" Swan announced, with white light and harmony singing, everyone was mostly healed from their injuries. "Mona, I'll handle the healing, focus on damaging it!"

"Got it!" Mona nodded, summoning the black swordmen. "Show your might! Lucky Punch!" A red punching glove with spring attached appeared in front of the nose of the portrait, striking it.

"You brat!" With a shout in rage, the artist's right eye used The Artist's Grace, covering Swan with black paint. She flinched and slumped, her entire body now shadowed in black.

"Swan! You're OK?" Mona rushed to her side. "It seems that the skill does something more than just painting you black."

"I just feel... vulnerable." Panther winced, touching her white swan-like mask. "Fly high, Jeanne! Kouga!"

The crystal woman raised her blade into the sky and sent a large blast of light, causing the painter's right eye to fell on the ground.

With a mocking laugh, the Painter's Mouth opened and bite on Swan, dealing large amounts of damage and knocking her down on the ground. "Swan!" Jester exclaimed in shock, firing his revolver to the nose while rushing to her side.

"I think I'm fine, Jester... just need a rest." The white thief breathed, giving him a weak smile. "But be careful of that black paint."

Nodding, Jester carried her to Mona, letting her rest for now. "Mona, take care of her for now, OK?"

"I know." The feline nodded, casting a Dia on her.

"Joker! Take care of that mouth!" Jester announced to the wildcard, summoning Moriarty and pointing at the mouth. "Wind of Death!"

"Got it!" Joker nodded, switching back to the red evil-looking thief. "Arsene! Eiha!"

Seeing that the mouth fell down on the ground, everyone rushed to surround the remaining eye and the nose, pointing their firearms to it.

"Fire!" The two leaders commanded in unison, and everyone quickly fired their guns to the shadow. Disloving back into a pool of black goo, Madarame reemerged, standing up on weak legs.

"Dammit... Dammit..." He cursed between pant, glaring at the thieves. "Stop it, you brats, or else...!"

Narrowing his eyes under the mask, Fox said darkly to his former mentor. "You think we'll be daunted by such threats...?!"

"Especially after those lives and dreams you've crushed!" Joker exclaimed, twirling his dagger in his hand before pointing at Madarmame. "Let's finish this! All-Out Attack!"

The thieves all jumped back again before attacking him at once, and he cried out in pain, clutching his chest in defeat. Fox took a few steps forward at the defeated shadow, gripping his katana tightly.

Seeing the approaching thief, Madarame hugged the 'Sayuri' to himself, using it as his shield between him and Fox. "No one cares for true art..." He tried to argue with them, drops of sweat trailing down on his face. "All they want are easily recognizable brands...! I'm a victim in this too...! Wouldn't you agree?!"

Skull scoffed, resting his shotgun on his shoulder. "Excuses now...?"

"The art world revolves around money after all... You can't rise up without any money..." The old painter trembled, looking up at Fox pleadingly. "Yusuke, you understand, don't you?! Being a poor artist is truly miserable...!"

"I just didn't want to return to that life!"

Tightening his grip on the katana, Fox reached down and gripped his collar with his free hand. "A fiend like you has no right to speak about the world of art!" He glared at him coldly, sending a chill down the shadow's spine. "You're done for, along with this abdominous world!"

"No, please! Just... don't kill me...!" Madarame shrieked, dropping the portrait onto the ground.

Narrowing his eyes, Fox flung him back down, pointing his katana to his face. "Return to yourself in reality and confess your crimes- all of them!"

The shadow looked up at him hesitantly. "Y-You're not going to kill me...?"

"You don't have the luxury to just die and run away from your sin." Jester coldly said, taking a step forward. "You have to face those young dreamers who were crushed by your greed!"

Fox glared harshly. "Swear it!"

"All right...All right!" Madarame shrieked at them, breathing shakily. "Wh-What about the other one though? The one with the black mask?"

"Hm...?" Fox blinked, taken back from the sudden change in topic.

"Black mask?" Joker questioned, narrowing his eyes under the mask.

"A black mask? Wait, who's he talking about...?" Panther tilted her head in confusion.

"I know Jester has a black mask..." Roi pondered. "But you didn't react as you recognized him when we drop down..."

"It can't be...There was another intruder besides us within this Palace..?!" Mona stilled, realizing what he's talking about.

"With our existence... It doesn't seem to be this far fetched." Majesty commended.

As he said that, the floor underneath their feet rumbled, and they stared up in shock at the Palace shook. "There's no time! Hurry!" Skull urged, gesturing toward the exit with his hand.

Nodding in hurry, the thieves quickly ran toward the exit. However, Fox just slowly cradled 'Sayuri', taking a deep look before following them.

"Hey, Yusuke..." Madarame gulped, reaching out to him. "What should I do?"

Fox stilled. "...Put an end to all this and use your own artwork for once." He gave a small glance back at his old mentor, sadness filled his eyes. "Goodbye... Madarame-Sensei."

With that said, he took another step toward his teammates, then another... and another...

"No, wait!" Madarame called out desperately, still on his knees. "Please! Yusuke! YUSUKE!"


Once the thieves were back in the real world, Ren took out his phone and checked the Meta-Nav. "Destination deleted." The Meta-Nav announced in its robotic voice, causing him to sigh in relief.

"Mission complete." He smirked, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"It would be bad if people started getting suspicious of us. We should leave at once." Morgana warned, jumping into his bag.

"Right..." Yusuke slowly nodded, gazing down at the portrait in his hand.

"Well, let's go back to our hideout." Ryuji said, crossing his arms and looking at the four Persona user of Le Fool. "Hey Akira... Comin' with us?"

"Yeah..." Akira trailed off as he noticed the dangerous look of Ann, gulping nervously.

"We'll talk later." Ann plainly said, still angry from the fact that she has been lied by her two best friends. "I need some time to gather my mind."

"Awkward~" Keigo jokingly said, trying to lighten up the mood between the two but quickly realized that it's no use. "Uh... sorry, just trying to lighten up the mood."

"You're just making it tenser than before..." Hifumi deadpanned, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Ann... sorry for lying for this long." Shiho quietly apologized, hesitantly taking a step closer to the model.

"People are watching us." Mona hissed, glaring at the four. "Let's go back to our hideout."

Nodding hesitantly, the two groups of Phantom Thieves walked back to Shibuya station, stopping at the hideout on the passageway. Akira and Shiho leaned on the handrail with Keigo and Hifumi standing close to them, giving nervous look between them and Ann.

Ryuji sat down on the ground with a sigh, eyes darting between the three. "So uhh... I know you need some time, but the silence is killin' us, Ann..."

"Lady Ann, I know that you need time..." Morgana trailed off, jumping out of Ren's bag to the railing.

"It's fine, I've gathered up my thought." Ann suddenly replied, facing her two old friends with a sigh. "Akira, Shiho... It'd be impossible that I'm not mad at you two not telling me the truth."

"We know..." The two said in unison, glancing at each other before bowing to her. "We're sorry!"

"..." Ann bit her lips, staying in silence for a long while before releasing a soft sigh. "Apology accepted."

Looking back up to her, Shiho turned at Akira for a moment before giving the model a big hug, burying her own face in Ann's chest. Meanwhile, Akira just smiled and watch, rubbing his neck and gave the others an awkward look.

"Um... Ann, if you need anything else to make up for that..." He said, still avoid his gaze to her. "I can make dinner for tonight."

"Hmm?" Poking her head next to Shiho's shoulder, Ann widened her eyes in surprise before glancing at everyone else, finally turning her gaze back on Akira. "Well, I'm OK with that, but there's one more requirement."

"One more requirement?"

"Yep." Smirking devilishly, Ann released herself from Shiho's hug, taking a few steps closer to the persudo-detective. "And that is you have to make the dinner for all everyone here."

"Oh, that's fine." Akira calm nodded, causing everyone to freeze in disbelief. "I think my remaining allowance is enough for everyone here."

"Dude!" Ryuji exclaimed, breaking the brief silence. "You serious?!"

"Yeah, I've done something like this in the past." He explained, stroking his chin while pondering. "Ann, don't tell me that you expected me to shout in disbelief or something like this?"

"...Fine." Ann sighed, shaking her head slowly. "So it's settled then..."

"If you say so..." Ren commented, shrugging.

"I can enjoy a nice free meal." Yusuke quietly agreed, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"It'll be interesting to see your cooking skill, Akira." Keigo commented, crossing his arms with a smile as well. "I think Kirijo-San would be interested as well."

"I think I did have some free time today too." Hifumi nodded, checking her phone for schedule. "Indeed."

"Don't worry," Akira reassured them. "I promise it'll be the best meal you've ever had!"


[A little while later, Akira's apartment.]

After a short train ride from Shibuya to Yongen-Jaya, the thieves walked past Leblanc and reached a medium-sized apartment building. Taking the elevator, they finally entered Akira's apartment.

"Woah..." Ryuji muttered, looking around in awe. "It's effin' huge!"

"I can't believe that you live alone in here." Ann remarked, resting her hand on Akira's shoulder. "You should call me for a sleepover!"

"You're a girl, Ann." Akira deadpanned, taking her hand off his shoulder. "It'll only be extremely awkward between us."

"The design is interesting..." Yusuke trailed off, still holding the portrait in his arms. "You did a fantastic job design and decorating this apartment, Ichijou-Kun."

"Just call me Akira, Yusuke. There's no need to be this formal" He said, walking off to the kitchen nearby. Leaving everyone else in the living room. And they decided to sit around the dining table and have a chat with the other members of Le Fool.

"Um... Kamisaki, right?" Ryuji asked, raising his eyebrow in curiosity. "How did you get involved with the Phantom Thief business? I'm kinda curious."

"'Keigo' is alright for me." The half-French replied. "But I joined Le Fool because... I was sent by someone to look after and assist Akira in his path."

"Sent by someone?" Morgana questioned, narrowing his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"Um... I can tell you who sent me here..." He trailed off, looked hesitated for a moment before continuing. "It's Kirijo-San."

"Kirijo?!" Ryuji exclaimed in disbelief, widening his eyes. "You mean Mitsuru Kirijo?! The president of Kieijo cooperation?!"

"Yes, it's her." Keigo nodded, sighing. "She was concerned for Akira's involvement with Persona and shadow incident, and sent me to look after him."

"That explains a lot." Ren nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "But... did Kirijo also know about the Metaverse?"

"Not to our extent." He further explained, leaning back to his chair. "We had detected the existence of Memento two years ago... But our operation was handicapped by police's director."

"Wait, 'we'? Director?" Hifumi interrupted, completely confused at his explanation. "You mean that you're a part of an organization?"

"The Shadow Operative, right?" Shiho remarked. "You told me and Akira about that."

"Yes, I was a member of Shadow Operative, the newest member to be exact."

"Shadow Operative?" Ann asked, even more confused than before. "So there's more Persona user than us?"

"A lot more." He nodded again. "I can't tell you who they are, but they also had a year-long journey like what we're experiencing."

"OK..." the group nodded, decided to drop this topic and changed to something else.

"So..." Ryuji trailed off, finally recognizing the fourth member of Le Fool. "Wait, no way..."

"You're Hifumi Togo!" He exclaimed in surprise. "How did I not recognize you back in the hideout?!"

"How would I know?" Hifumi calmly commented, sighing softly.

"Togo-San." Yusuke said, leaning forward. "I'm curious... How did you get your Persona?"

"Yeah." Morgana nodded, sitting down on the table and facing her. "Also, that palace you're handling... it's for who?"

The shogi player visibly winced from their question, those memories in Mitsuyo's palace surfaced again. "...I awaken Oichi a few days before..."

"In her mother's palace." Shiho finished for her, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'll tell them for you, Hifumi-Chan."

Hifumi only nodded, letting Shiho told the event happened a few days before. The other's reaction was... shocked and feeling bad for her.

"A palace formed by hatred and grief... and she directed them toward you." Ren summarized, looking down at the table. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, Togo-San."

"Damn... That sucks." Ryuji sighed, not sure of what should he do in this place. "...I don't even know what to say."

"I'm sorry for what happened." Ann said. "You shouldn't experience that."

Keigo only patted her shoulder, giving her a look of sympathy.

"Maybe we can help you with the infiltration, Togo-San." Morgana suggested. "After all, with nine of us, we'll change your mother's heart in no time."

"Thank you..." Hifumi softly thanked them, smiling faintly. "However, let's change our topic to something else."

Ren nodded. "So, about that portrait..." He trailed off, glancing at the portrait on the sofa. "What are we going to do about it?"

"To think that this painting was the source of Madarame's distorted desires." Yusuke only chuckled, closing his eyes. "The only saving grace is that my mother won't know of what transpired..."

"The genuine painting at his atelier has been altered, after all..." Morgana remarked morosely. "Ironic as it may be, this one here is her true self-portrait now."

"At least it's on your hand now, Yusuke-Kun." Hifumi softly commented, giving the young artist a smile.

"It's a wonderful painting," Ann smiled as well, observing the portrait. "Took you some time to get it back."

"I'm sure your mother's happy to know you've finally seen the real portrait of her." Shiho said, smiling brightly at him.

Yusuke nodded. "...I'm thankful for it." He smiled softly before it fell. "However, it's impossible for this painting to be acknowledged by society anymore..."

Ren sighed in sympathy. "That's... unfortunate."

Yusuke wanted to say something to him, but the smell of omelets and the voice of Akira interrupted them. "Um... guys! I need some help with the dishes!"

"Coming!" Without hesitation, Shiho got up from her seat and entered the kitchen with Ann watched them with a small chuckle.

"Oh, Akira..." The model muttered to herself, not noticing that the others are able to listen to her mutter. "How can these two not notice the hint!"

"Hint?" Morgana took a few steps closer to her, glancing at the kitchen aswell. "Lady Ann, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh, I didn't tell all of you about that." Ann smirked, leaning forward and gestured the others to follow. "Akira and Shiho had a crush on each other for a while now." She whispered.

"Oh, that's why." Keigo nodded in realization, memories of those palace explorations started to surface. "He's always protective of Shiho."

"I thought they were a couple all along." Hifumi added.

"Aren't they a couple already?" Ryuji exclaimed in surprise, but not loud enough to be heard by Akira and Shiho. "I mean... Look at them!"

"They do look like a pair of lovers..." Yusuke trailed off, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Before anyone else could say anything, Akira and Shiho came out with plates of rice omelets and placed them in front of everyone. stretching his arms in exhaustion and content, Akira took the seat next to Ren and opposite of Shiho, observing his own omelet with pride.

"I think I outdid myself this time." He muttered to himself, taking off his headphone and put it on the table.

"It looks delicious..." Ryuji murmured, mouth started to water.

"Look can be deceiving." Yusuke commented, causing others to give him a glare. "But this is not the case, or I hope so."

"Kitagawa-Kun, why are you always do things at the wrong time and wrong place." Hifumi deadpanned, narrowing her eyes at the young artist. "You even have 'Mood Killer' as your nickname in Kosei."

He tilted his head in confusion, obviously not aware of his nickname. "Really?"

"Yes." The shogi player sighed, facepalming at the fact that he's not aware of that. "It's a huge topic for gossip, especially for the girls."

"Oh." This is his only response.

"Yusuke... You're really on a different channel than others." Ren sweatdropped, turning back onto his teammates. "But anyway, let's eat, shall we?"

With a nod from everyone, they clapped their hands together and closed their eyes. "Itadakimasu!" They said in unison.

They all took a bite from the rice omelet, and widened their eyes in astonishment.

"W-Wow..." Ren murmured to himself, taking another bite before nodding to confirm himself. "It's delicious!"

"Yeah!" Ryuji agreed, voice muffled from the amount of food in his mouth. "This is the best rice omelet I've ever had!"

"Delicious." Yusuke smiled, turning to Akira with a bright smile. "I'm glad that I'm wrong."

"Even though it's not as good as sushi for me..." Morgana trailed off, giving him a nod of confidence. "But this is the same level as sushi! It's delicious!"

"Thanks..." Akira muttered, blushing uncontrollably from their praise. "I told you, I outdid myself this time."

"Kirijo-San would be happy at your cooking skill." Keigo commented, taking out his phone to dot a note. "I'll report this to her at this week's report to her."

"With this food like this, you can just open a restaurant," Hifumi said, turning to the persudo-detective. "Like, right now."

"Thanks..." Akira managed to speak those words out between heavily blushing, gulping nervously as he turned to Shiho. "Um... Shiho, what do you think about it?"

Shiho took a few more bite of the omelet, before nodding to herself. "Akira..." She trailed off, turning toward him with a bright smile. "I'm sure that you'll be a great husband!"

Akira was... dumbfounded to say at least. "..." He froze, his brain was still trying to process and understand the meaning behind her word. And it fails.

"Akira!" To everyone's surprise, Moriarty suddenly appeared behind him and gripped his shoulder and shook him roughly, trying to get him back to the real world.

"Um..." Shiho awkwardly laughed. "Moriarty, he's OK... right?"

"To be honest, I think you just broke him." Moriarty deadpanned, taking his hands off his owner's shoulder. "He was trying to process the meaning of your comment... and his brain failed."

"I think we'll just leave him be for now."

With that said, Moriarty came back into his owner's heart, and Akira snapped out from his 'broken' state a few seconds afterward.

"Akira..." The volleyball player awkwardly smiled, waving her hand in front of his face. "You're OK? I'm sorry that I broke you..."

"Huh?" It took him a few seconds to register his crush's words, and he quickly nodded to reassure her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Shiho, you don't need to apologize."

Sighing in relief, Shiho instantly grasped his hand with both of hers and squeezed tightly. "Thank god... I think I lost you for a moment."

Giving her a reassuring smile, Akira held her hand with his other's to reassure her. Not noticing the teasing look from everyone else. "It's fine... I should be the one sorry for letting you worry about me."

Nodding, they stayed in this position for a while before finally noting the look from the others. "..." His eyes darting between his hands and their look for a few times, finally realizing the reason and blushed heavily. "Uh... S-Shiho, t-there's people watching."

Perking up to face him, Shiho quickly shrugged her hand away from his, her cheeks were covered with a shade of dark red. "O-oh, I let my emotion get ahead of myself..."

Yusuke framed the two with his fingers. "Fascinating... so this is what love looks like..." He muttered to himself, but loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"Y-Yusuke!" Akira shuttered, blushing hard at his word.

Without giving each other a look, the two shouted in unison.

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! OLD FRIENDS!"


With that, chapter 20 of P5: Another Thief ended! Tank you for reading!

So I've watched the P5S PV... HOLY HELL IT'S A SEQUAL! Now I'm excited about both P5R and P5S! And from seeing that trailer, I've already come up with adding P5S story to this fanfic. Maybe an epilogue or a sequel fic to this fic.

Akira: So my existence won't end after this year ended... good.

Akira? Why you here again?

Morgana: So this is the 'door to the fourth wall'... That lock isn't that hard to pick!

Wait what?!

Akira: So about that P5S thingy... Nameless, can you tell me about that?

Huh? Ugh... It's basically a new Persona game, but with Musho style combat. I haven't played a Musho game before so... don't ask me about that.

Morgana: Hey, will I be with Lady Ann in that game?

How would I know?

Morgana: (Sigh) Maybe I should change my question... Hey! Will I be with Lady Ann in this year?

This year... Oh, you mean this fic.

(Pull Akira closer)

(Whisper) Ugh... Akira, I was planning for Ann to be with Ryuji... What should I do?

Akira: Huh? Um... I don't really know either. Maybe we should let him have his fantasy for a bit longer.

OK... Um... Morgana, I haven't planned anyone for Ann, so you still have a chance to capture her heart!

Morgana: Really?!

Y-yeah!

(Pushing the two toward the door)

Now as our little chat is over, please leave this place!

Especially you, Morgana! You are not going to force me to sleep!

(Finally pushing the two back to the fic's world)

This is going to be the norm for me...

Fine, I hope you guys like the story so far, reviews are welcome!