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-Deep $#!t in the Morning-
3:00 A.M.
In a mind numbing display of willpower, Minato Arisato, field leader of SEES, summoned himself to consciousness. The bluenette quickly realized that he was not in his room, in fact, he was CLEARLY not in his dorm.
"Where the he-" the youth was cut off by a slender limb gently caressing his face.
"It seems that there IS a reason behind your constant oversleeping," a familiar elevator attendant grinned.
"Yes, it seems so," the boy permitted himself a chuckle.
"Now, I have heard many things about your world, from history to economics and so on, now for biology and your present culture, could you show me this 'morning wood'?"
An awkward silence permeated the room. Minato Arisato's face was growing red to an extent comparable to that of a fiery volcano. His feisty bedmate had other ideas in mind.
5:00 A.M.
Your condition is now "Tired"
"I have school today and I just had my brains fu**ed out," the bluenette's eyebags grew more pronounced with the intense 'exercise' he just had.
"Wouldn't your friends be looking for you then?" the attendant pointed out.
"Holy crap on a stick! You're right!" Minato jumped into action as he got dressed.
"You're getting quite riled up at such an early hour." Elizabeth chuckled.
"You don't do much, huh?" the youth retorted.
"Well, I just did you for the past few hours," the woman twisted the bluenette's words with a malicious smile.
"Dammit." Minato cursed himself.
5:30 A.M.
The pair had quickly gotten dressed after what the leader of SEES could consider the most awkward shower of his life. Of course, if he didn't return to the dorm soon, it may be his last.
At the front door of SEES dormitory…
"So I'll be seeing you around," the bluenette bade farewell to the Velvet clad woman.
"I'd enjoy that very much," Elizabeth gave a flying kiss to the boy.
With that, the young Arisato took his keys and quietly unlocked the door to the dormitory.
*Creak*
"Where did everybody run off to? It's too quiet even for sleeping people,"the bluenette pondered.
"*Sigh* Yo kid, training was a bust, but we got a new Persona, she has guns and lasers and…Kid?" Gig had awakened.
"Something's not right here…" Minato's composure shifted from calm to fearful.
"Wait…I don't sense anyone here," the psychopomp attempted to sense their comrades.
"It's 5:30 in the fucking morning! Where the hell else would they be!" the youth quickly ascended the staircase and found a gristly sight awaiting him in the other end of that last step.
"What messed up hell did we get ourselves into!" the Master of Death was disturbed, yes, a sight that disturbed Death itself…
The entire second floor was ravaged by some manner of calamity, furniture had been strewn, the vending machines were crushed, doors had been reduced to splinters and the rooms' occupants were…
"Asshat…" was the only word the bluenette could muster up at the bloody sight of his comrade.
Junpei Iori was mauled, maimed, stabbed and shot. His body was so twisted beyond recognition that the only remainder of his identity was his characteristic hat.
"Wait, if this place was attacked, then where the hell were you when this happened kid!" Gig interrogated.
"I spent the night else…where." Minato hesitated with his reply.
"I know what elsewhere means punk and you didn't think for a second that we had more important things to do than getting laid!" the Master of Death retorted.
"Dammit, I had no idea SEES had enemies on this side." the bluenette snapped at his other self.
"Calm the hell down kid! Whoever did this was one sick twisted fuck, at least I had the decency to leave corpses mostly intact," Gig tried analyzing with his lifelong experience.
"This isn't right, the others are..." a tear found its way down Minato's cheek.
"Probably, we need to move kid, get the authorities and whoever else has a say in this," the psychopomp suggested.
"We'll have to call Kurosawa-san and Kirijo-san," the youth said halfheartedly.
"We'll make whoever did this pay, mark my words kid, they'll pay," Gig raged on.
"That won't be necessary Arisato-kun," a black-clad police officer appeared from the stairway.
"Kurosawa-san!" the bluenette gasped.
"I trusted you boy, with her, no, their lives," a man in a sharp business suit descended from the third floor.
"Kirijo-san!" Minato was confused at the sudden appearances.
"You're under arrest boy, for the murder of every student in this building," Officer Kurosawa pointed at the lad.
Instinctively, Minato attempted to raise his hands as a sign of surrender. However, he was holding his Evoker unconsciously and realized this too late.
"Resisting an officer of the law, eh? That only proves your guilt!" the policemen drew a vial from his pocket and from it spewed forth a visage all to familiar to the bluenette.
"Oberon!" the cop yelled out.
"What the fu-"
To be continued...
AN: This is the end of Burn My Head, my sequel will be P3: Eternal Punishment expect it within a week (Its gonna be filed as a Xover with soul nomad)