-P3-
-Of Truth and Secrets-
Minato Arisato was laying in his bed, awake, but in deep thought, Gig never bothered to rub Elizabeth's interest in his face, then again, the psychopomp was busy catering to the training of some rather unfortunate new recruits. The bluenette shuddered at his last thought, knowing full well the details of Gig's training.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late," the bluenette tilted his head towards his digital clock if only to find the time to be against his favor.
"Hey, its Yukari, we're heading out to school now, you comin'?" the vibrant voice of a familiar brunette pierced thru the boy's door.
"Nah, just go on without me, I'll catch up," Minato replied as he lazily shuffled thru his closet for his Gekkoukan uniform.
"I really have to get rid of these old Payb** issues, it's not like I need them anymore," the bluenette disposed of his old magazines as he put on his school wear.
Meanwhile…
"I feel a disturbance in my stuff," Gig gazed intently at the mentally produced landscape, not in observation but in deep meditation.
"Ughhh…hee-ho" a voice in the far off distance groaned.
"Hey, dipshit, we didn't come here for you to take a nap on the ground, get up," the psychopomp commanded the exhausted Jack Frost.
"I don't even know why you made me do this hee-ho…" the little snowman pointed at his appointed trial, a path of burning coals.
"You're weak to fire, and based on the interface of this crazy world, it's the cheapest element to cast, ergo, you're useless if we get burned," Gig countered.
"He speaks the truth," a stern and commanding voice grunted as he struggled against his trial, combating many foes.
"Wise-ass, keep focused, your only magic fails more than half the time and when it hits, the enemy's immune to it," the Master of Death berated the Archangel.
"Hmph, if our Master decided on the "Other" path, this world would crumble instantly," the Archangel mused to Gig.
"Whatevs." Gig shrugged off the Persona's claim.
"*pant* What trickery is this?" a female Persona said in anxiety.
"I'm certain that he gave you a simple order," Apsaras replied to the other woman.
"Yes, to defeat you, but that's impossible," the Angel said in anguish.
"Nice that you know bitch, now when you're magic involves helping people get up, I have to say that's useless, so you're gonna be fuel" the Master of Death spoke cruelly.
Back to the real world…
*Clamoring*
"Okay class settle down now, we have another new student, he's taking some advance placement classes here at Gekkoukan," Ms. Toriumi requested her charges.
"We're getting a lot of exchange students lately, huh?" Kenji joked from his seat in the far back.
"I don't get it, shouldn't this guy be sent to 2-E?" the class jock wondered.
"Normally, Kazushi would be correct, but one of our students…" the homeroom teacher could not find the words to finish her sentence.
"Oh…" Kazushi recalled their one classmate who had been recently diagnosed with Apathy Syndrome.
"Why so glum guys?" the new student tried his best to cheer up the class.
"It's just that…" Kenji was becoming tongue tied.
"Apathy Syndrome? Nothing we can do about that, I know its sad, but its not like we can make it go away or anything," the younger student sighed.
"Hey! Even if you're right, you shouldn't say things like that!" Junpei spoke up against the new student's indifference.
"It's the TRUTH," the new student put his foot down firmly.
*Disturbingly loud running*
"Hey teach! Sorry I'm late; I've just been feeling under the weather lat- Seta, you bastard! What the hell are you doing here!" A heavily sweating bluenette swore profusely.
"You know this guy, Arisato?" Kazushi shifted his gaze towards Minato.
"Yeah, we used to go to the same school, don't be fooled, this guy is insane," Minato explained.
"He's one to talk," Kenji whispered to Junpei.
"Right on man," Asshat replied with a knucke-bump
"Don't be like that Senpai, we had crazy adventures with the old gang back then, right?" Souji spoke in a brooding tone.
"Not a word of *that* or I gut you right where you stand!" the bluenette threatened.
"I wonder what *that* is?" Iori looked at the pink-clad girl.
"Don't look at me, I don't have an idea either," Yukari replied.
"It seems that this has escalated beyond conventional norms," the teacher was growing irate, "both of you idiots, settle down!"
"Yes ma'am," both teens calmed down in unison.
Souji picked the seat farthest from Minato's and both eyed each other with incredible hostility. Kazushi, a member of the Kendo club, pointed out the incredible "killer intent" both exchange students emanated.
After School…
Minato never knew where the real world location of the Velvet Room was, luckily, while the lad was on his way to answer the call of nature, he found the Velvet Door, unfortunately, it was blocking his way to the Men's Room.
"It seems you're being inconvenienced by this," a familiar elevator attendant chuckled as she folded the Velvet Door.
"Elizabeth…" the bluenette correctly identified the woman.
"You should take care of your business first," Elizabeth understood Minato's pained expression.
The bluenette was greatly flustered at the remark, but continued on to the Men's room.
Five Minutes Later…
"Your condition is now Great!"
"Much better," Minato gave a sigh of relief.
"Are you finished?" the woman asked him.
"Yeah, where should we go?" the young Arisato asked his *date*
"I've heard stories about a *Shirakawa Boulevard*," it seems like the perfect place.
"Gulp…"
Within Minato's deep subconscious…
"Holy shit, their all dead! This whole day was just a waste of time," Gig screamed out in irritation.
"Please, did you think such pitiful side characters could stand against a star like moi?" a familiar gunner's voice said haughtily.
"Nope, but I do," the Master of Death drew a scythe over a meter in length.
"Oh…Right, I forgot about the whole Master of Death business," Asagi lauched half-heartedly.
"You owe me bitch, I spent the whole day shaping them up, you even killed Apsaras, who had some semblance of divinity to actually understand some of the crap I say," Gig raged on.
"So *he* doesn't know how you really got here, huh?" the Main Character-wannabe astutely replied.
"He doesn't, and if he did…" the psychopomp lowered his scythe.
"Then everything goes downhill from there," the woman took a seat on a rock.
"Yeah, by the way,* Dominate Asagi!* I won't forget that glitch in the last world where we had an army of you! Best Harem ever…" the man fondly remembered.
"That's disgusting!" Asagi slapped the psychopomp.
"This is gonna be a long day…" Gig gave an evil grin.
Back to Minato…
"So how did Souji Seta get to where he is now?" the bluenette asked his companion.
"A little after you awakened to your power, interestingly though…" the elevator attendant stopped to think.
"What?" Minato raised an eyebrow in concern.
"The disruption to the flow of time is localized to this island, and he acquired his abilities when he visited Inaba," Elizabeth scratched her head.
"I don't really get it…" Arisato admitted.
"Perhaps my elder sister would know, she attends to Seta when he uses the Room." Elizabeth said thoughtfully.
"Sister?" Minato pictured a slightly elder version of Elizabeth with a more revealing outfit.
"Oh my- You're having naughty thoughts about another woman, I'll have to punish you when we arrive," the woman whispered into the bluenette's ear.
"*Gulp*" was all the boy could muster up in his mouth.
The two were steadily reaching their destination, indicated by the people staring at the *foreign* woman and the Gekkoukan student. They finally managed to evade the public's gaze…By going into a Love Hotel.
"Excuse me, is the finest room available?" the attendant asked the cashier.
"Um…It's on the top floor and most people really come in late at night," the teller answered.
"Okay, dear God I'm gonna get chewed out by Mitsuru for this," the bluenette weighed out his options.
"Let's go," Elizabeth grabbed the boy by his arm and ran for the elevator.
The ride up was excruciatingly long, an awkward silence permeated between the unlikely couple. At this time of day, the Hotel should even be closed, Minato was scratching his head to the weird Red Light District logic.
End?