A/N: I got another review! And I only posted the last one a couple of hours ago! :) Time to reply...

Mr. Thumbsup- I thought that one turned out pretty cute too.

Minato: Raiden doesn't own Persona 3. Or me. Yukari owns me. Got it?

Death

Ten years ago, I first looked Death in the face. His grey hair and young face would make you think he was a teenager when in fact, he was as old as Time herself. A young robot-girl, who I would later learn was named Aegis, sealed him in me.

Two hours later, I learned my parents died.

I was sent to live with my aunt, Mrs. Rivers, my uncle, Mr. Rivers, and my cousin, Hannah. These relatives were from my dad's side; he was American. I had a pretty normal life, going to a public elementary school, when two years later, I returned home to find a murderer with a gun in my relatives' house over my aunt and uncle's bloody, bruised bodies. He then tried to shoot me, but instead, everything went white with the exception of a black-haired, blue-eyed baby, and the man died. They say I killed him. I don't remember, but I think I didn't.

After this, I received a phone call on my cellphone saying that a woman kidnapped my cousin, Hannah, and that the police didn't know where she was. So after this, I was sent to my grandparents', my dad's parents', house.

I lived there for about a year, going to a private school, when I walked home one day to see a blue-eyed, black-haired infant. I presumed he was around the age of 3. But when I looked back after crossing the road, he had disappeared. Later that night, I was poisoned by my grandfather and sent to the hospital. He died shortly afterwards, after I saw the infant again in that same white flash; except this time, I was laying on a bed.

So me and my grandmother lived together for another year, me going to that same private school and getting a job; her working as a nanny. I often arrived home to an empty house, so I grabbed her cookbook and made my own food. On that same day that my parents, aunt and uncle, and grandfather died, I found my grandmother lying on the couch, dead, with a knife in her heart. A white flash appeared again; I saw the four-year old black-haired, blue-eyed toddler. He walked up to me, kissed my hand, and disappeared. It turns out that my grandmother was going to stab me with that same knife that was lodged in her heart.

At this point, the police claimed that they could charge me with murder, so I walked with them willingly to the car. We drove off to the police station, where I sat in jail with a brown-haired, grey-eyed girl.

"Hannah? Is that you?" I asked the girl.

"Yeah, yeah. Hannah Rivers, age 15. That's me alright. Why?" She asked.

"I'm Minato Arisato. Your cousin, remember?" I queried.

"Minato, Minato... oh right! Mina! What brings you here?" She questioned.

"They think I killed your parents, grandpa, and grandma. But I didn't." I replied.

"Then who was it?" Hannah questioned, suspicious.

"This kid with black hair and blue eyes. He always shows up before or after they die." I replied.

"Oh."

Some time after, the police came and got me to question me.

"Did you kill your aunt?" The first policeman asked me.

"No." I solemnly mumbled.

"Did you kill your uncle?" He asked me.

"No." I replied.

The interrogation continued like this for an hour before they concluded that no, I didn't kill any of them, and sent me to my only remaining relatives, these ones on my mom's side, Mr. Yashiro, Mrs, Yashiro, and Hikari, my uncle, aunt, and cousin, respectively.

I lived with them for five years, the growing young boy with the black hair and the blue eyes occasionally stopping by, when my guardians tried to shoot me.

The last I remember of that moment was being transported to a velvet room.

"You're safe here, child." I heard a creepy voice say.

"Next time we meet, you will know your power," I heard another voice command.

Afterwards, I woke up to see the nine-year old boy help me up. The three of them, my relatives, were dead. So I quickly got on the phone and registered in Gekkoukan High School, in Iwatodai, where I used to live.

I got on the train as the young boy disappeared. The world went dark and ominous as I stepped off the train; my hidden hour came to life. I arrived in my dorm after a nice walk; but then I saw the boy. He spoke for the first time and I listened; we were going to become friends soon.

"Who's there?" I heard someone shout.

As the scene unfolded, I said thing when I must, and I found my dorm room.

I soon found my power, the velvet room, Tartarus, and good friends.

So today on December 2, 2009, I am not afraid as I stare Death in the face; he is my friend, and I am his.