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Recovery
"Ugh…" a familiar bluenette groaned.
Minato had awakened to a rather familiar room. He had been in the same room when Mitsuru's knocked him out at the school courtyard. (Refer to Chapter 8). Shifting his gaze around the room, he recognized a familiar face.
"Hey, you're awake," a pink-clad girl sitting next to Minato said.
"What the hell happened?" the team leader groaned.
"That Shadow we fought, it shot you in the back," the girl explained.
"Tch. Pussy!" the man replied.
"When we get back into order, we're gonna go genocidal on those bastards kid!" Gig attempted to uplift the boy's sinking spirits.
"Mitsuru-senpai was the last one watching over you, I'll just give her a call," Yukari said as she left the hospital room.
"Shadows huh?" a voice from Minato's past crept in from the window.
"Holy shit, who the hell said that?" the Master of Death was in great shock.
A white-haired boy calmly jumped in from the side of the window. He stared intently at the recovering Minato for a few moments before speaking.
"Been a while Boss-man," the intruder gave a fake salute.
"Seta Souji…How the hell did you find me!" Minato yelled.
"I came to Iwatodai as a favor to my parents, they told me to pick up a few things to send to my uncle at Inaba," the Banchou-like teen answered.
"Doesn't explain how you found out I was hospitalized," the bluenette pecked on.
"They blame your accident as a bear attack…" Seta replied to his former senpai.
"Yup, people are seriously shitting their brains out now." The psychopomp groaned in Minato's head.
"A bear…?" the young Arisato gave a blank and emotionless expression at the hospital room's walls.
"Yes, a bear," the infenestrator replied with an equally blank look on his face.
"They have to be fucking kidding me!" Minato raged on from his bed.
"Anyway, about these Shadows…" Souji cut back to what he heard.
"Didn't anyone teach you that eavesdropping is bad?" the bluenette raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't stop you from listening in to that festival meeting for Kyoto," Seta replied calmly while getting a cup of water.
"Stop talking about things that never happened! We were never in Kyoto for a cultural tour…EVER." The young Arisato gave an almost crazed look.
"Suit yourself," Souji motioned for the window, "you're not the only one that Igor talks to you know."
Minato shifted his gaze towards the window in shock. How in the world could his former underclassman know about Igor?
"Hey, get back here!" the hospitalized youth ordered his friend.
"Next time man, it looks like you have some company coming," the mysterious visitor pointed towards the door.
"Use the damn door next time asshole!" Minato cursed.
The shuffling of the door knob could be heard as the door was being opened. A nurse appeared first to check in on her patient.
"He's awake ma'am," the nurse said before leaving the two teens in the room
"Arisato-san, is everything all right?" the Kirijo heiress spoke suddenly,
"Um, yeah, why?" the younger student was curious for the concern being placed.
"I heard you yelling on the way here," Mitsuru replied.
"Meh, an old 'pal' from my last school came by the window; he's an even bigger ass than I am," Minato explained.
"Pardon me, the window?" the redhead was stunned at the mode of entry.
"Yes, though I may have brought him down this road," the bluenette pondered.
Just then, footsteps could be heard from the area of the window as a familiar person jumped in.
"Sorry, I dropped my wallet," Souji Seta spoke after his dynamic entrance.
"Who are you?" Mitsuru asked with caution.
"Let's just say I know about the Shadows too," the youth spoke.
"How?" the President began to panic, had the knowledge of the Shadows reached the public, anarchy would ensue.
"From waking up to a green-tinted sky and being chased by otherworldly monsters," Seta said.
"Then how the hell did you fucking escape such an obvious shitstain of a death trap?" Minato spoke with some influence from Gig.
"There's only one possible answer to this you know?" the psychopomp reviewed.
"Escape? I killed them all, seriously, I never back down," Souji grinned at his former senpai.
"With what?" the bluenette was growing impatient.
"What else could face them but my Persona?" the underclassman placed his right index finger on his forehead, "Poof"
"How did you summon it?" The boy had clearly piqued Mitsuru's curiosity.
"I heard its voice and called it out," the white-haired delinquent explained.
"Its voice?" Minato was confused.
"Yeah, how do you guys summon yours?" Souji gave an equal look of confusion.
"We shoot ourselves in the head with magic bullets that induce despair and stress," the bluenette replied with a straight face.
"You don't have to say it like that you know," Mitsuru said with a guilty voice.
"That's messed up you know, really messed up," the banchou-like teen was visibly disturbed at the mental picture.
"There's no other way for us," the Student Council President defended.
Souji stole a glance at the hospital wall clock and motioned again towards the window.
"Well, I still have stuff to mail now so I'll be seeing you guys tomorrow," Souji bowed before defenestrating himself once more.
"You have an interesting friend," Mitsuru switched her gaze towards the hospitalized bluenette.
"He's anything but our friend" Gig scoffed.
"That's sad to hear…He seemed otherwise normal," the heiress sat down beside Minato's bed.
"Whoa, you can hear Gig now?" the young Arisato was desperately trying to process the knowledge.
"Not exactly, it's more like Gig can reach us," and Mitsuru began the discussion of how awakening to the Dark Hour unlocks one's powers.
"Yes, now the whole world can bask in the magnificence of my presence," Gig cheered.
"Not yet, only others with the potential can perceive certain abilities." The young Kirijo crushed the psychopomp's moment.
"Oh," the Master of Death replied in sheer disappointment.
"Well, I'll leave you to your devices now. I'll try to have you discharged by tomorrow," the redhead said as she left the room.
"I'd love to be *discharged* tomorrow," Gig said suggestively.
"Dude, seriously," Minato gave his companion a Holier-Than-Thou impression.
End