Hey guys! Persona 3 Portable fanfic is now here! Just saying, I'm making the two protagonists siblings. This is also FeMC's side because I like FeMC and that's about it. Now, I'm gonna let you enjoy this!
December 24, 1999
I awake in the wreckage. Mother at the wheel, father in front of her, shielding her. Finally, my brother, with little life pulsing through him. Clenching my fingers together, I began praying. Praying to God, Jesus, Heaven, whoever is out there to save my brother. A strand of blue hair fell from his fringe and that's when I knew that it wouldn't work. With tears rolling down my face and a smile plastered on my face, I step out of the wrecked car to see a big, green moon in the sky.
Walking away, I spotted a blonde figure with blue eyes just staring at me. I wipe my face so that my tears won't stain my face but as soon as I finished, the figure is in front of me. It is a tall, blonde girl. She looks at me robotically and bends her knees to be my height. "Why are you here?" She sounded lifeless. I step back and spot a dark figure behind her. Screaming, she turns around and starts shooting bullets until it turned into a spirit. "Would you mind doing me a favor?" The lady speaks as I look curiously. "Just, stand still…" I do what she says as... I don't know what happened. All I know is that it hurts. The pain exhibited during this scene was unexplainable. My screams were loud enough to be heard miles away. It only took a few minutes. I fall onto the ground, weak, but no pain whatsoever. I feel something metal on my face. I look up and only see the maiden. "My apologies, the pain, I never thought it would hurt that bad. I will stay with you until they arrive…" The monotone in her voice softened. She holds me close to her core as my consciousness fades.
April 6, 2009
I wake up with the train's sudden stop. People around me rushing off the train until I'm the only one left on the car. The next stop is Tatsumi Port Island. My name is Minako Arisato. A seventeen-year-old girl with auburn hair tied into a ponytail, hairpins in the form of '22' in Roman numerals (XXII), red ruby eyes and going to a high school called Gekkoukan High School. It is on a man-made island where it's unique but, lame at the same time unique. Minutes later, an announcement is heard from many cars, "Due to malfunction in the switching system, today's rail schedule has been greatly altered. We apologize to any customers who were in a hurry. The next stop is Iwatodai." I grab my bags. Staring out the window, a vibrant, blue butterfly passes by. I plug my earphones in and play a random song from my playlist and walked to the door
"Iwatodai" The announcement speaks. "This is the final train bound for Tatsumi Port Island. Please take care to board before your departure." The doors swiftly open as I depart from the train. Turning up my music, I walk towards the entrance of the station.
11:57pm
Everything is so bare. Only with a few people walking around. Well, what'd I expect when it's nearly midnight.
11:58 pm
I step out of the station to see people just by looking at me. I shrug it off but kept my guard up because I'm not getting kidnapped.
11:59 pm
People's stares faded away but my walking stature stays.
TICK, TICK, TICK, TICK, TICK
Dark Hour
*sigh* The green moon's back. I turn back and sure enough, the people were in their coffins. I must be careful, those blobs might be here. Chills run through my spine as I shiver. My heart beats away with my fear rising. I clench my chest while walking in the coffin filled place while continuing to walk towards the dorm. "Iwatodai Dorm" I mumbled. Reading the letter they sent me over and over again, I remember everything on that letter from top to bottom.
'Dear Minako Arisato,
You have been accepted into Gekkoukan High on Tatsumi Port Island. Sadly, since it is nearly the start of the year, many of the dorms and sororities are full. Fortunately, there is a dorm with many rooms that accepted quickly. Iwatodai Dorm is the place. A person will be sent from the high school's builder company, Kirijo Group, will come and pick up items to help with packing. Here is a code. Let them say a code and if it's correct, they are the right people.'
'10329.'
Sure enough, the first guy got my items was the right person. I got a call from the principal saying my items are in the room. But of course, I only gave the clothes that weren't my style. Now I have two rolling bags and two beach bags with me. The rolling bags holding my sweats, jeans, leggings, shorts, pajamas, undergarments and skirts in one with the other one holding my sweaters, jackets, coats, blouses, shirts, singlets and thermals. While in the beach bags were my chargers, laptop, phone, hair ties, brush, socks, and hair pins.
With all my thinking back, I'm in front of a building. "Iwatodai Dorm," the sign says. I walk in to see a big dark room. Taking off my headphones, a voice comes from my left side. "Welcome…" a boy with black hair and bright blue eyes walks up to me. "You're late, I have been waiting a long time for you." He places a sheet of paper with a pen on a nearby counter. "If you want to proceed, then please sign here. It's a contract. There is no need to be scared, it only binds you to accept full responsibility for your actions."
I look over the contract. 'I chooseth this fate of my own free will.' Strange contract since that's all that says. It does say 'Property Of Kirijo Group' so, why the hell not? I take the pen and write my name on a blank part underneath the text. The last name, first name, normal for writing someone's name. 'Arisato Minako'. Simple name but the meaning is better. Minako is a combination of three Japanese syllables. Mi meaning beautiful, Na meaning photonic character and Ko as part of femininity. With my last name, it is just reasonable. So I'm a reasonable, beautiful, phonetic girl. Psh, not really. I bet I was only called that because my parents were only expecting my brother, Minato. They only went with the female version of his name.
"...Very well. Time is something no one can escape. It delivers us all to the same end. Wishing won't make it go away. And so it begins…" The young boy takes the contract and slips away into the darkness. "Who's there?!" Voice fills the room. It catches me by surprise as I turn towards the voice. A girl with short brown hair and a pink sweater is at the base of the stairs. "How could you be...But it's…!" She begins to reach for a holster that was hidden under her skirt. "Don't tell me…" She sighs inwardly as she pulls a gun from her leg.
I ready myself to dodge as she places the tip to her forehead. What the? Who does that?! "Wait!" A feminine, softer, more mature voice comes from the top of the staircase. The lights turn on, everything is back to normal. Guess an hour has passed. "I didn't think you'd arrive so late. I am Mitsuru Kirijo. I am one of the students in this dorm" Mitsuru walks up to me along with the girl with the gun. Kirijo? As in Kirijo Group? She must be my senpai. "Who she?" The first girl puts her gun back in her holster.
"She's a transfer student. It was a last minute decision to assign her here. She'll eventually be moved into a room to the normal dorm." She hands me a note with all my details. "Is it okay for her to be here?" The first girl hovers her hand over her mouth in shock. "I guess we'll see… This is Yukari Takeba. She'll be a junior this spring, just like you." Mitsuru gestures to the first girl. "...Hi, I'm Yukari…" Yukari shies away, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. "Two quick questions. One, isn't this a normal dorm?" I ask as Mitsuru looks at me with a professional look. "Um…" Yukari looks over at Mitsuru, "Not really, this is a co-ed dorm." She answers calmly. "OK, two, why do you have a gun?" Pointing at Yukari as she freezes up. "Huh? Um, well, it's sorta like a hobby… Well not a hobby, but..." She lies so bad. I facepalm and sigh. "You know how it is these days… it's for self-defense. It's not a real gun, of course," Mitsuru assures as I nod in agreement, "It's getting late, you'll find your room on the 3rd floor. Your things should already be there. I guess you should tuck in for the night" Mitsuru creepily says as I walk to the stairs.
"Let me show you!" Yukari walks alongside me. "I don't care as long as that you won't pull a real gun on me…" I say with little to no expression as I see her shiver. I don't blame her for doing so because I could even feel the icy tone in my voice. We make it to the third floor in silence until Yukari breaks it. "Just down this hallway, the last door on the right. Easy to remember huh, since it's right at the end of the hall. So, any questions?" "I signed this contract…" I begin but her confused face made me stop. "Huh? What's this about a contract?" She doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. Oh shit, I signed up for a cult.
"Um, can I ask you something?" she asks as I nod, "On your way from the station, was everything okay?" Oh, I don't know, the moon was as green as ever and coffins were everywhere. Yeah, I shouldn't tell her that. "Yup!" I smile to her as she begins to contemplate. "I see… Never mind, then. Well, I'd better get going…" What am I gonna fucking do Yukari? Aren't you the chaperone? Nah, I should be nicer to her. She seems nice herself. "Um… I'm sure that you still have other questions, but let's save them for later, okay? Good night." She walks away as I stare at the door. The key was hanging from a small hook so I take it and unlock the door. My stuff was in a decent sized room with a desk, dresser, and a single bed. Guess this is my room. I'll place everything where they're supposed to be sooner or later. I'm way too tired and I just missed an extra hour of sleep. Slowly, I stumble my way to my bed and collapse on the bed. I immediately fall asleep.
4/7
I wake up with the rising sun shines in the room. I got to get ready for school. Looking around, I spotted a desk and it had my uniform. Thank God since it wasn't delivered or anything. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn't tight or anything but I did have to leave a button open at the top of the blouse to breathe. The bow was a nice touch though. The jersey thing was cool too, it was cropped and which isn't much my style, it was stylish nonetheless. One problem was that the skirt was too short for my liking. Below the knee is what I'm used to but the cut is in the middle of my thighs. Other than that, I liked it.
KNOCK, KNOCK!
Who the fuck is that? "It's Yukari. Are you awake?" she called from outside. Ok, as long as it isn't senpai, it's fine "Door's open!" I yell out as the door swings open. "Good morning! Did you sleep okay?" To be honest, I slept like a baby so… I guess? "Mitsuru~Senpai asked me to take you to school. Are you ready to go?" Yukari informs as I nod. Great, I have a babysitter. I take my bag, phone, and earphones and leave with Yukari by my side. The two of us leave the dorm in silence until it was broken. "So, how was everything so far?" Yukari asks as I shrug. "I don't know, I didn't see much of it yet." "Oh, ok…" Silence was all was there. It's so awkward, I should try and strike up a conversation. "Hey, Takeba?" I ask as she shyly nods, "How's going to Gekkoukan? Actually, let me rephrase that. What are the students like? Snobs, assholes, or even pervs?". "Haha! What kind of question is that?" She gives me a smirk but I look at her, unamused. "Isn't it a very expensive school? Hell, the only reason why I'm here is because of a scholarship. There has to be people that I just need to stay away from,". "Hmm, not many people come to mind actually. The ones I've met are the exact opposite, so there's nothing really to worry about! Though, I have had comments from boys a few times…" Hmm, she might not know much about THAT crowd. We talked while the train arrived. I actually got her into the foreign songs I listen too as well.
Once we made it into the gate, Yukari was getting greetings left and right. Just how popular is this girl? Either way, I just feel like an outsider when it came to these people. Looks like I have to find my crowd, I don't think Yukari wants to hang out with someone like me. "Hey Minako~Chan? You okay?" her soft voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just got lost in thought. So this is Gekkoukan High…" My eyes shine with wonder. We were no longer by the gate, but in the school itself. The halls were white with a few splashes of dim colors that made the place had this eloquent vide radiating from it. "Heh, caught you by surprise? This is only the main lobby, you know?" Yukari chuckles as I grow annoyed, "Anyway, just go down this hallway to go to the faculty office. I would take you the whole way but I have a club meeting I have to get to. See you after school, Minako~Chan!" she winks at me and walks the opposite way of where she pointed the faculty office. I followed where Yukari pointed to and, as expected, the faculty office is there. Sliding open the door, a young lady dressed in muted colors turns to me with a smile. "Oh, are you the new student? 11th grade, correct?" I reassure her by nodding as she skims through what I think is my papers. "Wow, you've lived in a lot of different places… let's see... in 1999... that was what, ten years ago? Your parents and brother- *gasp*" Guess she saw what happened… I don't blame her for her reaction. "I'm sorry... I've been so busy, I didn't have time to read this beforehand. I'm Ms. Toriumi, I teach Composition. Welcome to our school." She seems like a nice teacher, I hope she's my homeroom teacher. "I'm pleased to meet you!" my bow made her smile and chuckle, "My, aren't you polite? Girls like you should be an example for others." is this what it takes to be on a teacher's good side? Huh, easier than I thought.
"Have you seen the classroom assignments? You're in 2-F; that's my class," Yo! I have a nice teacher! Beats having an asshole as a teacher. But first, we need to go to the auditorium. The Welcoming Ceremony will be starting soon. Follow me." and with that, we leave to go to the auditorium. I sat near the end, next to Ms. Toriumi and awaited for the ceremony to start. A round, old man walked up on stage to the podium. Must be the principal. "As you begin this new school year, I'd like each of you to remember the proverb, 'If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well.' When applied to student life, this means…" the principal drones on. As he does so, I begin to hear students whispering to each other.
"I heard we got a transfer student."
"Yep. I've seen her, too. She came to school with Yukari."
Are you kidding me? I'm glad that another teacher told them to stop but what pisses me off is that they don't stop. Why talk about me?