April 12th, 20XX

Ren met Ann and Shiho by coincidence while leaving the subway station.

"Oh, hey Mamamiya-kun, good morning!"

"Hello, Amamiya-san."

"Morning. And by the way, please; just call me Ren. I'm not used to the formality around here."

"Alright, then you can call me Ann from now on!" The blonde smiled.

"Um, my first name is fine," said Shiho, twiddling her fingers

"Alright then-" Ren was interrupted by a sudden yell.

"NOOOOOO! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" A passing, rather distraught boy broke out into tears and ran down an alley.

"Odd fella." Ren wondered aloud. "Wonder what that was about."

"Guys are weirdos," Ann responded, shaking her head.

"Never been so offended by something I one-hundred percent agree with."

Leaving school, Ren heard some strange sounds coming from around a corner. Not those kinds of sounds, either, though that would be just as disconcerting. Peering around the edge, he saw some guys in tracksuits yelling in the alcove. He was curious, but he kept his distance and pressed himself back against the wall. He heard punches being thrown.
"Damn it, Sakamoto, we said stop showing up to practice. You ain't welcome here!" Ren heard a grunt. The smack of a kick. Ren's vision blurred. Damn it. I can't do anything. He dashed behind a tree, hiding from sight. Seconds later, a few other students in tracksuits passed by, not noticing him. After the students had left his sight, he leaned inside the alcove. A bruised student with yellow hair was on the ground. Shit. Ren ran over to the other boy, kneeling down next to him.
"Holy shit, man, are you okay?" He shook the boy.

"Yeah, man, just... give me a minute. Hey… that you, transfer student? It's… Mamamiya, right?" Asked the other boy, face planted in the grass.

"It's Ama- You know what, sure, not important. Dude, you need to go to the nurse's office! Now!" said Ren, sounding panicky.

"Not the nurse. They'll ask how I got injured, and then the prez would probably find out." Sakamoto groaned.

"Why wouldn't you want them to find out? Those guys beat you up pretty bad."

"It's nothing man, just… hrrph!" Ryuji tried to push himself up, but couldn't. "I'll deal with them later…"

"Is a private clinic okay?" Ren asked, remembering a punk doctor he'd seen in Leblanc. Boss said she ran a clinic a little ways away from the cafe. Sakamoto looked at him strangely.

"Whatever, man... I don't need any… blrgg!" Sakamoto threw up in the grass.

"Alright, come on." Ren pulled the blond-boy up.

"Where…" said the boy, slurring his words.

"Clinic over in Yongen-Jaya. Try not to throw up on the train."

Luckily, Ren was able to avoid teachers on his way out of the school. Most of the other students had left by the time he convinced Sakamoto to go to the damn doctor. He got some strange looks on the train, but the blond's hood covered most of the injuries. Ren shouldered the door to the clinic open while practically carrying the injured boy.

"Excuse me, eh, Takemi-san?" The punk doctor was wearing a lab-coat but still had the aesthetic. She barely looked up from the medical magazine she was reading. Ren did spot a few heavy metal magazines behind the counter. Not what you'd expect in a small town clinic. "My… friend here got a little beaten up. Don't suppose you could take a look at him?" Ren asked. In retrospect, it might have seemed rude, but you try carrying someone your own weight a quarter-mile without getting irritated.

"Alright. Please head to the exam room.' She said, getting up from behind the counter. He walked through the door to the right and let Sakamoto fall onto the bed with a groan. Doctor Takemi came in from behind him.

"Alright. Move so I can take a look." The woman made a shooing motion, her other hand in a coat pocket. Obey the hot woman, Mamamiya, thought one part of him. And why should I… actually that's a good idea regardless of if she's hot, responded Ren, inside his own head. He sat down outside the exam room, pulling out his phone. Wait… God-damn it, I started calling myself Mamamiya!

Ann burst into the clinic a few minutes later. Shiho calmly opened the door seconds after.

"Where is he?" Ann asked him, her eyes sharp. Ren flicked his head to the exam room's door. He stood up to follow as the girls rushed to the door.

"Ryuji!"

"Oh shi-" Ren heard the neon-haired boy mutter before he covered his ears. The yelling pierced through anyway.

"You idiot! Was it those track bastards again?!"
"Mmm… han'ling-"
"Handling it? HANDLING IT? YOU'RE IN THE HOSPITAL, DAMN IT RYUJI, YOU CALL THAT 'HANDLING IT'?!" Yelled the blonde girl. Ren doubled over, trying to protect his sense of hearing.

"He's not going to be the only one in the hospital if you don't keep it down." The doctor inside the room said, with an icy glare. She tapped in front of her ear. "Burst eardrums are difficult to repair." Oh, that's what she meant. Totally not a threat. Though, Ren certainly wouldn't mind some threatening in the- wait, huh, what? Ren leaned further in the doorway. Ryuji huddled in the corner of his medical bed in his boxers. He could see black and blue on his torso, and traces of technicolor on his face.

"I really don't think he's in the most, eh, comprehensive state right now, Ann." If he was, he probably would have enjoyed the examination. And would have known that three girls were in the same room as him while he was half-naked.

"Hmph." Ann turned to Ren with a scowl. "And you…" Her expression softened. She wrapped him in a bear-hug. Ren blushed and stared at the wall next to him. His arms were pinned at his sides, while an attractive girl pressed into him. Nice shade of light blue, he thought. Probably should buy some cloth sheets in that color, he was running low before his transfer and hadn't had the opportunity to restock. "Thanks, seriously. Ryuji and I go way back."

"No problem, just seemed like a good idea."

"Y'know… you're alright, Ren Mamamiya."

I am thou

Thou art I

Thou hast acquired a new vow. It shall become the wings of rebellion that breakth thy chains of mortality.

With the bond of the Lovers Arcana, Thou will obtain the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.

Huh, another one. He didn't feel like keeling over this time though. Weird. Wait, so was the first time not a hallucination? Or was he hallucinating again? His thoughts were pushed aside when Ann spoke.

"Hey, Shiho, you wanna get in on this?" Ann turned her head to Shiho and laughed. The athletic girl blushed.

"Uh, yeah, sure." She walked over and awkwardly wrapped an arm around him and Ann. Takemi sat at her desk, shaking her head.

"Teenagers." She laughed to herself, quietly. Ryuji groaned in his corner, unconscious.

Omake: Dealing with the- wait, is Death worse than Devil?

"Please Doctor Takemi, clear my friend's medical bill, I'll do anything." Ren lay prostrate and pleaded with the older woman.

"Anything?" The punk doctor uncrossed her legs and smiled. Ren bowed his head further and gulped.

No, not hot nurse sex.

It was much worse.

PAPERWORK!

Omake: In hot- coffee?

"So," Boss fixed Ren with a glare, as the student walked into leblanc. "Are you going to explain why you're so late?"

"Was helping a friend. Honest, Boss." Ren held up his hands, attempting to placate the older man.

"Don't you lie to me, or you're going downtown to juvie!"

"I'm being honest, Boss! I was just helping someone out!"

"Oh, I believe that part. You seem like the type to help someone out."

"Then what's the lie!?"

"That you have friends."

Omake, but maybe not: Bechdel Test

A few days later...

Shiho and Ann went shopping in the underground mall. The jewelry store had a new drop, and the modeling agency got a discount. Shiho was there because there's a sports store nearby.

"Say, Ann…" Shiho asked.

"Hmm?" Ann lifted a nice blouse from a clothing rack, looking it over.

"Well, um, I don't mean this in a mean way, but you and Ren get along pretty well. I mean, you just met, right?" Ann nodded, and appeared to be thinking while running a hand over the cloth.

"Yeah, I guess. Why?"

"You know…" She trailed off, pushing the tips of her fingers together.

"Oh…" Ann whispered, mostly to herself. Shiho winced. She started getting nervous when she was around guys after the 'questioning'. Ann's smile suddenly beamed.

"You like him, don't you?" Ann laughed.

"This is just like you…" Shiho knew her friend wasn't an idiot, but for a model, the girl really did not get social cues! Must be a side effect of the soap operas. English ones, of course.

"Though I can't blame you…" Ann seemed thoughtful. "He seems nice, don't ya think?"

"Well, I mean…"

"He just gives off that good kind of vibe, right?"

"I guess…"

"Plus! He didn't stare at my boobs when we first met. At all!" There was a still silence around them. Surrounding patrons froze, processing words that really weren't their business.

"Your priorities, Ann... I'll never understand them." Shiho sighed.

"Ren's just a cool kind of guy. Like Ryuji, but not an idiot." She laughed. Probably still mad about the neon blond getting sent to the hospital.
"You only just met him!" Shiho grew exacerbated by her friend's lack of caution.

"I know, I know… He's done some nice things, remember? He did lug Ryuji through Tokyo just to get him treated."

"Yeah, but…"

"And he hasn't spread any rumours about me."

"That's the bare minimum-"

"But y'know, you seem pretty intent on keeping him away from me." Shiho blushed, remembering her slight overreaction to something Ren said about volleyball.

"It's nothing!"

"You do like him!" The pair's argument, though hushed, traveled in whispers through the mall.

Ren pressed himself further against the back wall of the crafts shop, praying to not be seen. The owner looked at him strangely. A graying man, with a well-tamed beard.

"You know those two, sonny?"

"Please don't tell them I'm-" Ren noticed the sudden silence in the mall.

"Oh, hello Ren. We were just talking about you."

Shit.

AN:

I'm sorry about the short chapter, I just wanted to get the Omake's out with the associated segment. And for the drama for the next chapter. Or something like that, I'm a pretentious bastard after all.

Maybe another update in a few days, I do have a decent amount of new stuff, but I need to beta it. If you're lucky, I'll get another one out tonight.

Anyway, time to talk about Fairly English Story. I like that Minato is legitimately morally gray as a protagonist. Not 'oh I just saved these orphans time to kick a dog' morally gray, I mean 'Yeah I killed a bunch of school children to save the world, and you don't even know what I actually think about that'. Great character. Also, don't read this if you haven't finished Fairly English Story. Face Every Shadow might be optional, but that's a pretty good story as well, so I'd read it.

Also, does anyone else hate when Yuko or Chihiro are used for the development of the main romance in P3 fics? That's mad disrespectful to just have a character exist to be cheated on/cheat with. Reason I didn't like The Fool's Tournament. Aside from y'know, the cannibalism sex. Didn't finish the thing yet, but I don't intend to. Fairly English Story handled those two okay-ish, kind of unrealistic, but SEES be summoning demons by shooting themselves tho. This is probably incoherent. Oh well.