{A/N: Yup. Welcome to what I've been working on for three weeks... You guys are lucky that i've decided to give "Persona: 5 Royal" a go. Been having a blast. The DC Assassin's Creed Spider-Man is still coming out.
Tae Takemi is best girl- N-NOW HOLD ON!.. In my opinion. Something about the voice and brown-red eyes does it for me... And the legs :P .}
Dialogue Key:
"Italics" = English, Italian, Arabic, French, Spanish, and The Language of the Mohawk Tribe.
"Normal" = Japanese, Sometimes flipped to another language for The Animus.
2027, 4/13, Early Morning, Train In Tokyo... Real World
'Used to be whenever people talked about the end of the world, we locked them up. Or laughed them off. Sometimes both... But we never took them seriously. Maybe we should have. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Better to start at the beginning, with the abduction of Desmond Miles. My son... This boy had no ambition, no direction, no plans for the future. What he did have was a heritage, one he chose to deny. It nearly cost him his life...'
*Flip.*
'He was captured and imprisoned for two years. Those who took him believed he could help them find something; The Apple. One of several artifacts we call Pieces of Eden. Bits of ancient technology scattered across the globe. Some hidden. Some Found. All of them dangerous... Most are currently held by a single group. The same group that took Desmond. Normal people know them as Abstergo Industries, We know them as the Templars, as the enemy... We've been fighting them for thousands of years. Even longer if you believe the stories of their origins. I DO. After all, I've seen, no, experienced the truth. That's the beauty and the horror of the Animus; A device that allows us to enter and experience the memories and lives of our ancestors. It holds the power to change everything. To show us history the way it really happened. Up until it's creation, to the victor went the spoils... WENT THE TRUTH. We're trying to fix that. To free minds and bodies both. But there's only so much that we can do. And the Templars have the upper hand.'-
"Now arriving at: Aoyama Itchome." A nearly robotic, Japanese, female voice cuts off the reading of the American Teen, causing him to put the journal into his bag.
He checks his watch for a few moments in realization before standing and heading out the doors.
Heading up the crowded stairs of the exit and fixing his satchel, He begins sprinting. His eyes quickly spotting a car waiting to come out into the street.
After coming over, he springs off the hood of the car and begins jumping from sign to flag pole. Just as rain begins pouring.
As he comes to the end of the building, he leaps and grabs onto a hand operated pulley system and swings around the corner. Onto another set of poles.
5 Minutes later, Shujin Academy, Classroom 2-D...
In a classroom, a blonde haired girl with her hair done into stylized pigtails is idly looking at her phone, waiting for class to begin.
*Pi Pi, Pi Pi!*
Seeing the ID of the caller, she answers the phone.
"John, what is it this ti-"
:"OPEN THE WINDOW TO THE RIGHT OF THE TEACHER'S PODIUM!": The teen on the other line yells, making the girl move the phone away from her ear. "Alright! Alright! Give me a second!" She stands up, and shuffles her way to the window, opening it, and allowing a small amount of rain to drizzle in.
The teacher; Sadayo Kawakami turns to face the teen as she moves out of the way of the window. "Miss Takamaki what're you-?"
Just as she gets the words out, Ms. Kawakami is cut off by a distinct American-English voice yelling the Italian word; "FANCULOOOOOOOOOO!"
*THUD-Squeak!*
{Proficiency Check: Succeeded!}
Landing in a roll as he dived through the window, the teen from the train, or rather, his name; Jonathan Leon Miles, shoots up from his position on the ground. And two finger salutes his teacher in hello.
"Ma'am."
"Mister Miles, care to explain?"
John looks down at his watch again, this time, nearly covered in rain water. Pondering to be or not to be a smartass, he speaks in his lightly accented Japanese.
"In about fifteen seconds you'll have your answer." He turns and mouths a, "Thank you Ann." To the pigtailed girl as he closes the window and moves to his seat. Sitting down just at the bell chimes for the start of class.
Afternoon, Shujin Academy, Classroom 2-D...
The History teacher; Mister Inui walks into the room, beginning the class.
{A/N: I know that we never see Joker's first day at Shujin, and this definitely isn't his teacher at the time, but I don't care.}
"As you all have heard, we have a new transfer student joining us today. Although he is late, please come in, Mister Amamiya." Just then, a Bespeckled teen with almost shaggy black hair opens the door and steps in front of the class. Introducing himself as Ren Amamiya. As students begin whispering about a criminal record.
'What's with the Harry Potter knock-off?' John thinks to himself in english as Mr. Inui motions for Ren to take a seat behind Ann, as it is empty.
Feeling something off about Amamiya's presence, Jonathan activates his Isu ability; Eagle Vision. Seeing a wispy creature above him, made out of a blue color, as Ren stays an ambiguous grey.
"MISTER MILES!" John's head snaps toward the teacher as his bloodline deactivates. "Could you please tell us who almost single handedly saved the American Colonial Revolution from failing and why?" Looking around for a moment, John points to himself. "You do know that I'm from the United States... Right?"
"I do, now answer the question." Rolling his eyes, John cites a name. "Ratonhnhake:ton."
"Incorrect. The correct answer is-"
"Otherwise known as Connor Kenway. The man who killed; in order, William Johnson, John Pitcairn, Thomas Hickey, Captain Harlowe Wakefield, Benjamin Church, Nicholas Biddle, Haytham Kenway; His father, and Charles Lee." John cuts off the teacher. Who in turn cut off him.
"Charles Lee was a-"
"-A traitor of the Continental Confederation who was feeding information to Haytham Kenway, who in turn fed that information to King George the Third's officials." Mr. Inui places his hands on his hips. "And how do you know this?"
John leans back in his chair, almost challenging the teacher. "Internet." Mr. Inui sighs in defeat as the teen smirks. "Very good Mister Miles." He drolls. "It does one good to recognise history and its newly-found truths." The teacher turns back to the chalkboard to write something as a few people mutter about him.
[+1 Knowledge]
After School, Shujin Academy...
After studying for a while, Jonathan finally heads out the gates. Only to spot the new kid with all the whispers focused on him, and Ryuji Sakamoto; accused of being a problem child. -In the alley right in front of the school gate, panting like dogs.
Activating Eagle Vision again, John notices that now Ryuji has a blue wisp over his head. Larger than Ren's, but much less concentrated. Almost like a man on a surfboard...
*Thump.*
"Sorry!" A mild mannered, female voice says. Almost too apologetically.
After being shoulder checked out of his Eagle Vision, and being disoriented for less than a moment. The tall teen notices the dark haired girl bowing in front of him.
"Nah, it's-.. it's fine. Say, You're on the Volleyball team... Right?" The girl stands up straight and nods. "Suzui Shiho."
Suddenly taken aback by the state of her face. "Jesus Christ, Are you okay?!" He asks, noticing the bluish-black bruises adorning her soft features.
Faltering a little, Shiho passes the question off while touching the bruise above her right eyebrow. "Oh these? T-They're from practice." Eyebrows furrowing, John leaves the question to the wind, while pocketing a little information in his, borderline jumbled, mind. 'So Kamoshida is physically abusing students?...'
"Knew he was off." John mutters behind his hand before sighing. "Just... Disinfect the areas of the bruises, wouldn't want there to be a cut that gets infected." He takes a page out of Ezio's book, he flashes her a subtly charming smile to try and cheer her up, and walks away.
{Kindness Check: Failed. Try having Saint level kindness.}
{Charm Check: Succeeded}
John rounds the corner of the gate and walks toward the train station.
Stopping with a sigh, he lightly slaps himself. "Figilo di puttana, mi sono mancati!"
Early Evening, Shibuya...
The tall teen is jogging through the city until he turns to an underground passage and walks down the wheelchair accessible ramp. Opening the door to the fighting ring with one person being knocked out with a left cross to the jawline.
John notices a woman at a signup desk and walks over.
"Sign here to verify that we are not viable for any bodily injury that takes place." She monotonically says, causing John to shrug and grab the pen to sign up.
"You sure you're ready for this kid?"
"The money's nice." John smirks while the woman points to a room with her thumb. "The changing room is over there. Good luck kid." Walking over to the room, he yells over the music and chatter. "I don't need luck!"
After locking his stuff in a locker, a shirtless and shoeless John follows another fighter into the ring. And the referee pulls out a betting bowl. Motioning for the two to put the amount of money they want to bet on themselves.
John's opponent pulls out a roll of cash, while he himself pulls out his wallet and puts all the cash he has into it.
"In this corner we have "The Foreigner", and in the opposite corner we have our reigning champion... "THE BUTCHER!" The buffer man smirks menacingly while John ties his dirty-blonde bangs up to the top of his head. Nothing more than indifference on his face and a scar on his right cheek, along with the light sheen of sweat from running all evening on his lean -but defined- torso.
"Place your bets now folks and enjoy the show!" The ref steps out of the ring and blows his whistle, prompting the two to begin going at it.
The overconfident man goes for a jab, but said jab is ducked under and retaliated with a blow to the gut. A blow to the chest. And a palm strike to the jaw. All in quick succession.
Just as the man recovers and gets ready for a right hook. John's body and mind reacts as if he were fighting his teacher again.
He almost instantaneously limbos under the supposed 8 inch blade and goes for a punch to the stomach, cancelling it as he feels the presence of the knife going at him again. Forcing him to hand spring backward. Kicking him in the chin. Launching him into the air as John spins around and kicks him straight in the stomach...
Sending the man out of the ring.
Blinking a few times as the ref blows his whistle again, signalling the end of the anticlimactic match. Jonathan takes a look at his hands, finding them to be in his fingerless assassin gloves, before they dissipate like a mirage.
Pinching his nose, John mutters to himself. "What the fuck happened in Spain?" The referee grabs his right wrist and raises it, garnering the attention of the owner of said wrist as he hears confused clapping.
"Our new champion everybody! THE FOREIGNER!" The man pulls out the betting bowl, motioning for John to take the money. He grabs the money with his bruised hand and nods in thanks, while 'The Butcher' is being moved out on a stretcher.
[+50,000 Yen]
[+3 Proficiency, Already MAXED]
Late Evening, Shibuya...
After getting dressed and making his way to the train station, John pulls out his phone and calls someone.
It rings for a few seconds before a female voice speaks up.
:"Leon! What's up kid?":
"Rebecca... What the hell happened to me in Spain?" A minute of silence goes by before she sighs on the other end. :"It's good that you're starting to remember, I mean, it's been 17 months...":
"Auntie-" John gets cut off. :"I know I know. Just- Tell me what you remember now.":
"I remember that my sweet sixteenth was a shitshow." John chuckles. Almost feeling the deadpan from Rebecca on the other end. "And monsters. Like Parasites. Real freaky shit."
:"Use your Animus. I gotta help some initiates explore old Abstergo memory archives. We're actually ahead of the Templars. For the first time in... Forever.": Smiling a little bitterly, John ends the call and goes to the leaving train to Yongen-Jaya. Stepping on and riding away.
Almost Midnight, Yongen-Jaya...
Walking down the backstreet neighborhood, john makes a left turn toward the clinic and takes a right, unlocking the wooden door to his temporary home. Dropping his bag and immediately heading upstairs into a room labelled; DO NOT ENTER!
Finding the pod-like machine, John takes off his clothes and lies down in it, allowing his body to float in the liquid inside.
The pod closes as an interface appears. Names of ancestors he's synced and not synced. and far off into the corner of his view, there's an option with the name; Jonathan Leon Miles, next to the word; Unsynced. The option moves in front of all the others and opens. Showing multiple blocked sequences.
"Well... Here we go."
2025, 11/11, Early Morning, Spain Countryside... Animus
In the back of a car, a younger and shorter haired John is looking out the window. Seemingly indifferent to the world around him.
"Hey, Gringo, How are the American women like?" A thick accent asks from the front of the car. "Hm? Oh... Not as good as the women here. That's for sure." The driver laughs before getting flicked on the head by the woman in the passenger seat.
"What are you doing here American? You're a little too young to be out of schooling." Smirking a little, John says it's his birthday.
"Congratulations! How old are you?"
"Dieciséis." As the conversation continues, the car suddenly swerves off the road.
"MIERDA!" He regains control on a dirt road and begins to slow down, due to a flat, eventually stopping past a bridge, near a house.
"Kid, go check that shack over there. I'll see what I can do about the neumático." Nodding, John steps out of the car and strides over to the open door. Knocking on it, but getting no answer.
He takes out a radio of all things, and presses down on the talk button.
"Hunnigan. Can you read me?" The radio crackles as a video feed appears on the small screen. Showing a woman in glasses and her hair tied back. :"Agent Miles, what's going on?":
"Where was Graham's last location?" Jonathan asks, making Hunnigan type on her keyboard. :"...Your locatio-... John, don't-":
"Thanks Hunnigan." John turns his radio off, before opening the door the rest of the way.
"¿Hola? ¿Hay alguien aqui?" Jonathan asks, managing to spit out some heavily accented Español as he steps inside cautiously. Grabbing into his bomber jacket, taking a hold of his personal Handgun, affectionately named: Silver ghost.
'She was around this area the last time her tracker pinged... Better be cautious.'
Hearing the crackling of a fire, he peeks around the corner of the hallway, sighting a balding man, poking his fireplace. "Uh. Excuse me, Sir?" Getting no answer, he raises and lowers his arms in exasperation. Before moving over to the pale man, pulling out a picture of a blonde girl from the back right pocket of his jeans.
Now standing behind the man, the spaniard turns around with an angry look on his face.
"I was wondering if you might recognize the girl in this photograph?" The man curses him out. "¿Qué carajos estás haciendo aquí? ¡Lárgate, cabrón!"
"Ugh. Sorry to have bothered you." John begins to put the photo back as the sickly man grabs an axe, turning and swinging it at John. Forcing him to dive out of the way. Quickly pulling Silver Ghost out and pointing it at the man.
"Freeze!"
The man keeps shambling forward.
"I said; Freeze!"
*POP!*
John fires a bullet into the man's face, but he shrugs it off in a few seconds.
"What the-"
John dodges another swing and fires another bullet into the man, this time into the brain, killing him.
The truck outside turns on and drives down the path, garnering the attention of Jonathan. Making him go to a window and look out it. Just as the Truck crashes into the bridge he crossed. Gunshots go off in the distance, making John regret his vacation.
2027, 4/14, Early Morning, Yongen-Jaya... Real world
Closing the door to his current place of stay, the teen on probation; Ren Amamiya steps out of the café and flips the sign to open. Before turning around and beginning to make his way to the train station. Walking behind another person in the same uniform as him.
Jonathan stops to grasp at his head. "God DAMN!" Stopping for a moment as well, Ren taps his shoulder. "I'm good. I'm good... Just..."
"Migraine?" Ren asks.
"Sure, let's go with that." John smiles as the pain subsides. "Hey, you're that Harry Potter knockoff that showed up late to class." He sticks out a hand. "Name's Jonathan Leon Miles. People call me John or Leon." Ren shakes his hand. "My name's Ren Amamiya. Nice to meet you as well... Miles-San."
"Hoo, that's cold. Better get going before we miss the first train. Again..." John mutters the last part to himself as the two begin walking to the station together. Talking. The conversation eventually turning to Ren's infamous status in the school.
"So, you're basically seen as a delinquent, sadly. Cause it seems like you're a pretty cool guy to hang out with." feeling a little awkward, Amamiya scratches the back of his neck. "You're not so bad yourself Leon."
Feigning chest pain, John grunts. "Ah shit... You called me Leon! This is gonna be the start of an amazing friendship, I just know it Ren."
Ren chuckles as the train arrives, prompting the two to step on and chat quietly.
Just before Lunch, Shujin Academy...
Looking over the courtyard empty on the third floor, John takes a bite out of his egg salad sandwich. His blazer hung on the windowsill, and his collared dress shirt rolled up to the elbows. Showing his unarmed forearms
"I need a haircut." John muses aloud before taking the final bite of his sandwich and scrunching up the paper it was in. Tossing the ball into a janitor's trash can.
Just as he begins to head back to class, John hears someone scream.
Frantically looking toward the screamer, John sees a freshman pointing toward the section of the roof to his right. Whipping his head to the roof, he sees the girl from the day before, still bruised. And far more tired looking. "Mother hubbard!" He refrains from swearing as he sprints to a window and opens it, turning around to open the classroom behind him. He ignores the teacher telling him to get out as he readies himself at the teacher's podium.
He takes off like a bat out of hell and jumps out of the window, diving to try and catch the girl. His calloused fingers are barely able to snag the girl's sweater, allowing John to pull her into a semi embrace, as the two crash through the second floor windows.
As the two land hard on the floor, a group of people rush over to see if they're alright.
Waking up immediately with a gasp, and a cough. Jonathan pushes himself up from the hard ground. "You okay?" He looks over to the almost passed out, Downtrodden girl. "She must've taken the brunt of it."
"SHIHO!"
Ann pushes her way through the crowd, along with Ren and Ryuji. She falls to her knees as the girl whispers to her.
"How's it goin' Ren? Because I need to see a doctor." He gets up from the ground revealing the pool of blood under him. Due to the glass shards that are either stabbing him, or cutting him.
"That was crazy dude!" The dyed blonde; boy yells.
"Not the time Ryuji. I-I'm gonna go see a doc I know." Holding his side, John stands up to see Kamoshida, immediately numbing the pain with anger. John pushes his way through to shoulder check him.
"If you don't change, someone's gonna get you Mam Fucker. And if you try anything, just remember... I can beat your ass four hundred and eighty-seven ways into the next sunrise. I've done it before, and I'll do it again to you too."
Overhearing this, people start whispering, and Ann begins crying over her injured friend.
John makes his way through the neighborhood and into the train station. Garnering looks from everyone who pays him a glance.
Afternoon, Yongen-Jaya...
A much paler, stumbling Jonathan makes his way through the backstreet, taking a left and making his way up the set of stairs into the clinic in front of his house.
"Hey, hope you don't have any appointments Takemi. Cause I'm sorta bleeding out." John grins at his quip, leaning on a wall, while the Reddish-Brown eyed woman gets up and ushers him through the examination door.
"First; What happened?" She asks with a very light lisp as John takes off his bloodsoaked dress shirt, allowing her to examine the damage. "Just- Ah Christ!- Just saved a girl from commiting suicide." John grunts as she touches a shard of glass. "Second; why didn't you go to a hospital?!"
"Because... A lot of people don't like my family." He says through clenched teeth as Tae removes some glass with her gloved hands. Immediately disinfecting the wound and patching it.
"Third; Why me?" She asks trying to keep him awake. "Maybe I just wanted to see your face..." John speaks as though he knows exactly what he's doing. "That and I-. We, Have a deal." He smirks as Tae readies a sedative. "You're going to go through hell your next clinical trials. You know that right?"
John nods as he lays down on the bed. Getting ready to pass out.
"That's the fun thing. Your hell's a lot different than mine..."
After School, Yongen-Jaya...
After getting some instructions from Ryuji, Ren goes into the Back-Alley Clinic. Heading inside to find the tired woman in a slightly bloody coat.
"Hello?" Ren asks, gaining the attention of the woman. "Hm? Yes?" Her head whips up to face the teen.
"I was wondering if I could get some medicine?" Ren scratches his neck, making the back alley doctor sigh. "Head on into the exam room." Nodding, Ren moves into the room, immediately seeing the silhouette of someone hooked up to multiple blood bags and IV drips.
Tae tells him to take a seat on the Exam bed as she leans on the door...
And locks it.
"... What exactly are you up to?" She asks and Ren lies. "Its for my exams."
"Yeah, you highschool students have your first exams in May." Tae yawns, waving off the student's raised eyebrow. "A dumb kid came to see me instead of going to a hospital after crashing through a window saving a girl." Ren turns to the curtained area in the exam room. "Leon?"
A groan comes from behind the curtain. "How's it going man?" Tae draws the curtain back, finding Jonathan trying to take some of the tubes off of him. "Nope." She pushes his chest down, back into the bed. "Ow. Little rough don'tchya think?" John smiles impishly before turning his head to Ren.
"Just do clinical trials with her if you wanna buy medicine from Dr. Takemi. She's actually a real softi-" John is suddenly cut off by a menacing look from Tae.
{Guts check: Succeeded!}
"You know that I can take whatever you can dish out Doc. The look doesn't work on me." Ren smiles while his eyes close in relief behind the opaque lenses of his glasses. Turning to Dr. Takemi, Ren asks a final question.
"What do these trials... Involve?"
"It involves you trying some medicine I've created and in turn I sell you medicine, so long as you don't talk about it to anyone that isn't in this room. Do we have a deal?" Tae asks with a stoic look.
"Deal." Ren answers allowing her to reach into a cabinet and pull out a yellow liquid. "Welcome to the deal fellow Guinea Pig." Jonathan smirks while discreetly taking the tubes out of his body.
"Now, I've gotta warn you. This is gonna-"
Steeling his nerve, Ren swipes the vial out of her hands and quickl drinks the liquid, garnering surprised looks from both of the people in the room.
"How do you feel?"
Ren goes to answer the Doctor, but suddenly begins hacking violently, before passing out. Falling onto the examination bed.
Hopping out of the bed, John makes a bad quip. "That was... Eventful. I'm gonna head home. See you around Tae." He heads out of the doors, still shirtless, and walks across the alley into his house. Making his way to his bedroom for some bedrest.
Other language translations in order:
FANCULOOOOOOOOOO! = Italian for; FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Figilo di puttana, mi sono mancati! = Italian for; Son of a bitch, I missed them!
Gringo = Spanish for; Yankee. [At least I think. This is all translated by google...]
neumático. = Spanish for; tire.
¿Hola? ¿Hay alguien aqui? = Spanish for; Hello? Is anybody here? [Rough, because John hasn't synced his Spanish assassin ancestor.]
¿Qué carajos estás haciendo aquí? ¡Lárgate, cabrón! = Spanish for; What the hell are you doing in here? Get out, you bastard!
Mam Fucker. = Welsh for; Mother Fucker.
John/Leon's Stats:
2/5 Knowledge: Above-Average Student.
5/5 Guts: Edward Kenway
5/5 Proficiency: Son of Desmond Miles
4/5 Charm: Silver Tongued
3/5 Kindness: Nice
John/Leon's Personal Money: 552,352 Yen, and 75,000 USD
John/Leon's Stats in Spain:
2/5 Knowledge: Above-Average Student.
4/5 Guts: Shay Cormac's Breakfast
4/5 Proficiency: Prodigal Master Assassin
3/5 Charm: Sweet Talker
4/5 Kindness: Saint
Names for other levels of stats: (For the vine)
Knowledge: 1/5 = passable, 3/5 = Show off, 4/5 = Know it all, 5/5 = Altaïr Ibn La Ahad
Guts: 1/5 = Weak Willed, 2/5 = Childlike, 3/5 = Assassin
Proficiency: 1/5 = Initiate, 2/5 = Assassin, 3/5 = Warrior
Charm: 1/5 = indifferent, 2/5 = Well kempt Man, 5/5 = Ezio Auditore da Firenze
Kindness: 1/5 = Mean, 2/5 = Haytham Kenway wannabe, 5/5 = Connor Kenway
{A/N: If you're wondering why John is a second year, it's because it'll be explained in the next chapter. Fuck you. No spoilers this time.}