Author's Note:
Wow, it's been a long time since I've added anything to this collection. Sorry about that. It's just that my main focus has been on the main novelization Memento Mori and on my other story rather than this project.
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Character: Yukari
Setting: During observations to see if Minato and Hamuko possess the potential.
Summary: Yukari thinks as she watches the Arisatos. However, during her observations, something unexpected happens.
Disclaimer: Persona 3 and its characters belong to Atlus.
And I always feel like
Somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
- Rockwell
Somebody's Watching Me
Yukari sighed.
From the corner of her eyes, Yukari spied out Mitsuru in the next chair in front of the console.
She noted that, unlike herself, she was solely concentrated on the screen in front of her. She didn't seem to look distracted or anything. She just looked at the screen.
Yukari sighed again.
Why did she have to do this? It wasn't right. Even if the reason for this was to see if they could be the extra help that was so desperately needed for the group. It just wasn't right.
She frowned.
Another thing that bothered her was that she, along with her senpai and Ikutsuki, read the files that were gathered on both Minato and Hamuko before their arrival. Files that contained personal items pertaining to the two. Such as their past history with their relatives and notes from psychiatrists relating to psychological trauma that seemed to have been brought upon from the accident that the twins were involved in that robbed them of their parents. Yukari recalled that during the reading, she felt so wrong to even be looking at these sorts of things. Especially with knowing that the twins had no idea that this was taking place behind their backs.
She knew that she definitely would be upset if this was done to her.
It didn't help either that she had to lie too. She and the others were sworn to secrecy about the Dark Hour, Persona, Shadows, and Tartarus. None of this was to ever reach the twins' ears...at least, not until it was determined that they possessed the potential. Then after, more than likely they would be asked to join-
"Is something wrong, Takeba?"
"Huh?" Yukari snapped out of her stupor and looked to the left at her red-haired senpai.
The third-year's gaze lingered on the younger girl.
"Is there something wrong, Takeba?" Mitsuru repeated.
"Um...No." Yukari slowly answered. "I'm fine. By the way, Senpai, where's the Chairman and Akihiko-senpai?" She asked, hoping to change the topic, as well as shift the attention away from herself.
Mitsuru seemed to have accepted her answer as she then turned away from Yukari and faced the screen. "Mm. The Chairman said that he had some matters to take care of first before returning here. And as for Akihiko, he's going to remain outside and wait for the Dark Hour."
As Mitsuru answered, Yukari couldn't help but detect a trace of concern in the her voice.
Huh...Yukari wondered. Despite being in S.E.E.S. for some time, Yukari could never guess just what relationship the two upper-classmen shared. She didn't know if they were together as a couple especially since Mitsuru would show visible concern whenever the boxer was brought up or merely just as good friends. Personally, Yukari couldn't exactly see the former happening considering that she was…well the 'Ice Queen' as dubbed by many at school. But then again…who knew.
Now that she thought of it, Yukari wished that the grey-haired senior was here. It would have made this task more bearable as she was more comfortable around him. Alas, she was alone with Mitsuru with no Akihiko or Chairman.
Yukari then turned back and faced the screen. Enough of that, she had to focus on the task at hand. Her brown eyes looked intently at the large screen, particularly on the two feeds that were currently playing.
The one on the left displayed Hamuko's room, where currently the said owner, who despite the night clothes, was still up and about. As of now, it appeared that she was listening to her mp3 - something that Yukari always saw on the girl's person. The auburn-haired girl was lying on her bed as she listened to her music. As Yukari looked at her, she suddenly noticed that Hamuko was holding something up and…speaking to it?
This caught her attention and she strained to listen to the feed. What the girl was saying could be heard easily as the feed from Minato was mostly quiet. And so she listened to Hamuko speaking. She regretted her action soon later.
It turned out that the object she was holding seemed to possibly be a picture of her parents, considering the nature of Hamuko's speech. And as for what Hamuko's speech was about, it was a recollection of the day… as if a parent asked how the day went.
Yukari felt her heart tear and she decided to stop listening. It was too painful. She then tried to block out the words as she continued to observe.
Luckily, this behavior took place for a little longer before Hamuko got up, turned her mp3 off, and took the photo and placed it in her desk's drawer. Afterwards, she then went where the lights switch was and flicked it off. She made for her bed and snuggled in the covers.
A few minutes passed since Hamuko went for her bed with no visible movement detected.
"It appears that Arisato-chan is asleep now," Mitsuru remarked.
Yukari nodded. It looked like it.
With one Arisato down, she then turned her face to the other feed. What she saw next, she couldn't believe nor prepare for.
Her brown eyes widened and she felt herself blush.
-V-
Minato Arisato was in nothing but his boxers…
Yukari couldn't look away.
And contrary to her thinking, Minato seemed to see no fault in his choice of clothing as he walked around the room as if nothing; which made it worse. The pink-wearing brunette's face grew redder and hotter as she continued to look on. As she watched him, she took in full the blue-haired teen's body.
As much as she was trying to deny what she was now feeling, Yukari couldn't help think of how he didn't look all that bad.
Initially, considering that he looked scrawny, Yukari assumed that he possessed no ounce of muscle. Only to find that that wasn't quite the case...
Minato did possess muscle, however instead of being bulked up, he had a lean, muscled form. The muscles didn't stand out too far from his body such as in his arms and legs. They looked smooth. And on his stomach, slight indentations could be seen. And there-
"Takeba, are you sure that everything is fine? Your face is red," Mitsuru asked Yukari again.
Yukari became startled at the sound of Mitsuru's voice.
"Ah!" She gasped, before turning towards Mitsuru.
"If you're feeling unwell, you should rest instead," Mitsuru replied, oblivious to the true reason for Yukari's state, believing that younger girl might be ill.
"N-No, I'm fine Senpai," Yukari said. "It's nothing."
Mitsuru's eyes grew soft, "Are you sure? I could do fine by myself if need be."
"I'm fine, Senpai. It was nothing," Yukari answered, waving the senior off.
"Very well," Mitsuru said.
The red-hed turned her attention back to the front at the screen, seemingly unfazed by the scene.
Yukari sighed and slumped into her seat. Her brown eyes then looked up at the screen again.
Put some clothes on… She prayed as she looked on, trying to ignore the obvious scene in front of her.
-VI-
Minutes passed by…Then an hour lapsed…Two hours.
At this point, Minato had gone to sleep with clothes. Thank goodness! However, he would toss and turn a lot in the bed. Mumblings could faintly be heard as he moved around.
He's probably dreaming, Yukari thought.
As she continued to watch along with Mitsuru, Yukari felt the creeping sense of guilt and wretchedness return from before. She then tried to convince herself that this was necessary.
Hamuko was talking to a picture of her parents.
This is necessary…
Minato's tossing and turning.
This is necessary…
A/N:
- Also with the next drabble; I'm almost done with it so I might post it up by the end of this week.
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