-P3-
-Post Battle Stress-
The day after the full moon encounter with the shadow...
In the residence of SEES (their dormitory)...
Specifically, the quarters of new recruit Minato Arisato...
Our novice hero takes a "rare" moment of rest...
"Holy deep shit on a stick kid! I can't move my arms!" Gig screamed.
"You don't even have arms!" the bluenette replied with irritation, his eye bags drooping.
"I know, but it hurts so fucking much! Argh!" the Master of Death writhed in agony.
"Mitsuru-senpai was right when she said the Dark Hour gets us tired much faster." The bluenette said with a raspy voice.
"I take back what I said last night, I hate the goddamned Dark Hour." Gig spoke, banging his head back and forth in Minato's mind.
"We should have stayed in Kyoto." Minato opined.
"Hell no! Kyoto must never be spoken of ever again." Gig stomped his mental foot firmly.
*Knock*
"Who is it?" the bluenette asked.
"It's Yukari, we're heading to school now." the brunette replied.
"No way in hell I'm going, I just broke my freaking arm yesterday, I'm recovering." Minato excused himself from his responsibilities.
"Dammit you idiot! People are gonna wonder why you won't show up today!" the girl harshly replied.
"What part of 'broke my arm' isn't a good excuse?" the bluenette retorted.
"Everyone knows Mitsuru-senpai had your cast expedited!" Yukari revealed.
"How the hell did that spread out so fast?" Minato wondered loudly.
"Senpai's family owns the whole fucking city, it's obviuos!" the girl roared.
"Ugh..." the bluenette groaned as he lulled himself back to sleep.
The brunette left the boy alone as she stomped off towards school...
"Finally, that crazy bitch doesn't shut up!" Gig complained.
"You said it man." Minato agreed.
"Excuse me, is a Minato Arisato in this room?" a clearly elder voice inquired.
"Well, it is my room and I am here." the bluenette retorted.
"I'm in the right place then," the man politely said.
"Who might you be?" Minato questioned the new arrival.
"Oh forgive me, my name is Takeharu Kirijo, my daughter is Mitsuru Kirijo." the man gave a simple introduction of himself.
The bluenette's eyes shone like never before...
"How can I help you sir?" Minato jumped out of his sleepish state.
In Minnato's Mind...
"What the hell is up with you kid?" Gig said in irritation.
"That's Mitsuru's dad!" Minato panicked.
"So?" the Master of Death was not a Master of Logic.
"He owns the whole freaking city!" Minato added.
"And?" Gig said missing the point.
"He knows about the shadows." the bluenette was losing his breath.
"Get straight to the point kid!" Gig exploded.
"He is the last person we would want to piss off right now." Minato was raging like a lunatic in his mind.
Back to Reality...
"Are you alright kid?" the older man was staring at Minato's blanked out and expressionless face.
"I'm fine, so why are you here?" the bluenette asked another question in turn.
"First, I want to thank you for saving my daughter yesterday." President Kirijo reched out to shake Minato's hand.
"It was nothing sir." Minato replied as he scratched the back of his head.
"Second, I know I can trust you with this next assignment." the elder man said with a grave look as he locked the door behind him.
"*Gulp* And that would be?" the bluenette grew fearful of what was to come next.
"Some of my agents have reported suspicious activities on part of the chairman of this dorm, I want you to look them up." the man informed the bluenette.
"Why can't they check it up themselves?" the bluenette said inquisitively.
"They cannot function in the Dark Hour as the chairman does, while he possesses no Persona, we cannot accurately track his movements." Takeharu finished.
"I can try sir." Minato said half-heartedly.
"I will supply you with your necessities for the assignment and we a t the Kirijo Group don't try, we DO." the man said firmly as he unlocked the door and left.
"Kid, I have this gnawing feeling that your screwed." Gig spoke out of nowhere.
End