I'd just like to warn you all that chapters after this one will start ending a little abruptly since the meeting will be taking place over several chapters and I found it a little bit difficult to properly segue between them. P.S. To the people who totally shit on Ryuji after the last chapter, you made my day with your comments. They were hilarious. Thank you and enjoy.

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"Hey, mind if I ask you two a question?" He said eagerly.

"Uh… Go ahead." Masato answered.

"How'd the two of you react when you first found out Ren-Ren was a Phantom Thief?"

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"Ryuji… You idiot…" Morgana eked out frustratingly.

"What is it? I say something wrong?" The delinquent asked, looking around the café.

Ren removed his fake glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Ryuji… I'm going to kill you."

"What?!" He cried. "Did I do somethin'?"

Kimiko and Masato finally broke free from their stunned silence and turned to their son. "What did he just say?!" They deafeningly yelled.

"Mom, Dad, if you sit down, I'll-"

"Sit down my ass!" Masato yelled, grasping Ren by his collar. "A Phantom Thief?! A Phantom Thief?! Are you serious?! Is he serious?!"

"Wait! They didn't know?" Ryuji questioned.

"Of course they didn't, you idiot!" Ann chastised him.

"Well, how was I supposed to know?!" He defended.

"Are you telling me that your mom knows?" Ren chimed in, still being held onto by his father.

"Of course she does! I told her everything after you put a bullet in the giant asshole's head!" Ryuji explained, putting two fingers to his head and mimicking a gun going off.

"What?!" Kimiko screamed. "I thought your guns were fake! Did you really kill someone?!"

"Of course not!" The younger Amamiya defended, releasing Masato's grip.

"Well he says otherwise!" His father pointed to the loose lipped delinquent.

"Ryuji's an idiot!"

"Hey!"

"Not now, Ryuji!" Ren said, staring at the dyed blonde with murderous eyes.

"Y-Yes, Joker!"

"Who's Joker?!" Kimiko questioned, one of her hands hovering high in the air..

"Ugh!" Ren groaned, burying his face in his hands. "The one topic you needed to shut up about! The one topic, Ryuji!"

"Hey, it's not like you told me not to say nothin'."

"It's common sense!" Ren removed his glasses as he rubbed his forehead in frustration. "God, it's Makoto all over again."

Suddenly, the door to the shop opened. "Hey, what's going on in here?" Sojiro asked. "I heard yelling all the way outside."

Ren sighed another time and placed the glasses back on his face. "Ryuji was an idiot and told them." He said, gesturing to his parents.

"Told them wha-oh. Well, guess I'll make some coffee for everyone." The shop owner muttered, casually making his way behind the counter.

"Wait, did you know about this?!" Masato questioned.

"Well, not at first. Look, I know you're his parents, but just listen to him. He's a good kid."

Both of Ren's parents looked to each other and took in a deep breath before nodding and turning to their son. "Ok," His mother shakily began. "Tell us everything."

"Before that!" A sadistic voice rang from the stairs. "Inari owes me curry!"

Ryuji, Ann, and Ren, as well as Kimiko and Masato, all looked at the small redhead. "What are you talking about, Futaba?" Sojiro asked.

"I made a bet as soon as Joker's parent's walked in that Ryuji would spill the beans! Inari lost so he owes me curry!" She cried victoriously.

Yusuke sagged down the stairs, shoulders slumped over in defeat. Approaching the counter, he pulled out a few coins from his pocket. "Please, tell me this is enough to buy her some curry…"

Sojiro sighed deeply. "You know that it's not. Doesn't matter though. Consider it on the house." He said, pitying the young artist.

Yusuke quickly perked up. "Really? Thank you so much, Boss!"

Turning into the kitchen, he waved away the gratitude. "Don't mention it, kid."

"Ren, who is this?" Kimiko asked.

"This is Yusuke. He's an artist. The gremlin up there is Futaba." He said, pointing to the younger Sakura who was currently sticking her tongue out at him.

"A pleasure to meet you." Yusuke greeted, beginning to frame Ren's parents. "If I may, have either of you ever modeled in the nude before?"

Ren chopped his hand down on Yusuke's head. "What did I tell you when you first joined?"

"B-but we're not Phantom Thieves anymore. Also, your parents were never part of-"

"Yusuke." Ren warned.

"Very well…" He said, backing down and sulking in one of the booths.

Masato leaned into Ren. "Is he… Is he all there?"

"I have my doubts, but yes, generally speaking." Ren walked to the stairs and looked up to what used to be his room. "Everyone, get down here!"

Makoto, Haru, and Sumire all climbed down the stairs and lined up in front of Ren's parents. "It's a pleasure to meet the two of you." Makoto greeted. "I'm sure you're a little worried, confused even, but please know that Ren is a good kid. By the way, I'm Makoto Niijima, the former Student Council President of Shujin Academy."

"The president?" Kimiko asked. "I take it you were the ringleader in all of this then! Tell me, what business did you have recruiting my son?!"

"R-Ringleader?" Makoto repeated. "No, you misunderstand. I was just the team strategist. Ren was the one in charge."

"What?!" The two of them yelled again.

Ren, once again, rubbed the bridge of his nose. "That's fine. Just dig my grave deeper. Thanks, Makoto."

"Sorry." She said with an innocent snicker.

Haru stepped forward and shook both parent's hands. "Hello! I'm Haru Okumura. It's so nice to finally meet the two of you. Your son is such a good man. You should be very proud." Haru's soft voice and kind demeanor threw both Kimiko and Masato for a loop.

"I-It's nice to meet you too." They said, completely having forgotten about their son's previous occupation.

"Wait a moment." Kimiko said. "Are you related to the corporation president that was killed?"

Haru's expression momentarily darkened, but she took in a deep breath and gave a sincere, but sad smile. "Yes. He was my father."

Ren's father turned and gave his son a suspicious look. "Didn't they say the Phantom Thieves killed him?"

"No." Ren quickly answered. "We've never killed anyone. That was… Someone else."

Sumire then stepped forward. "We already met this morning, but it's good to see you again."

With all the introductions out of the way Ren took a quick look at his watch. "Seven thirty. The meeting will be in less than an hour."

"Then I guess you had better start explaining fast, because we're not leaving without knowing everything!" Masato yelled, surprising Ren considering how calm he had been just a moment before.

"I know." Ren stated. "Which is why I'm going to wait until everyone is here."

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"This meeting isn't about getting Mishima a girlfriend. It's about explaining to all of my friends what being a Phatom Thief means. How we do it. Actually, pretty much all of the people I introduced you to are showing up."

"Are you recruiting or something?" His mother anxiously asked.

"No. Don't worry, I'll explain everything once they're here. For now, just take a seat and calm down. I have to talk with Futaba."

"What is it, Joker? You wanna do that thing you called me about?"

"What thing?" Ryuji asked.

Sojiro appeared behind Ren in the blink of an eye, setting his hand down on the Phantom Thief's shoulder and gripping it tightly. "Yes, what thing is it that you're going to do with my precious daughter?"

Ren quickly slipped out of Sojiro's grasp and turned to him. "Nothing like that, Boss. It's Phantom Thief business. I swear." He turned to Futaba. "So, are you ready?"

"Yep! I kept a backdoor open back when we left Shido's calling card. Shouldn't be an issue."

"Good. Get to work."

"You got it, Joker!"

With that, Futaba ran upstairs and got to work with Ren joining her. Meanwhile, the other Phantom Thieves, as well as Ren's parents, all sat downstairs in the café. The teens all discussed the goings on of their current lives while Kimiko and Masato focused on the bombshell that was just dropped on them. Though indescribably worried, or even terrified, they decided to believe in their son, just like they did when he was first accused of assault. The minutes passed like hours, hoping that this meeting would come with every passing thought. Then, the bell above the door rang, and in walked the grizzled, familiar face of Munehisa Iwai and the not-so-familiar face of a young boy in a Shujin uniform.