A/N: I was listening to my epic collection of choral music the other day and this popped up. I thought it was quite fitting. It's O Fortuna by Carl Orff. It is in Latin, so the translation is in parentheses by the original text. Both O Fortuna and Persona 4 are copyrighted by the respective owners and are used here without permission.

Edit: I've added a few things to this chapter and subtracted a great deal of the lyrics in order to make it more readable.

Interlude One: The Backside of the TV

O Fortuna, velut luna statu variabilis simper crescis aut decrescis…

Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus…

Obumbrata et velata…

Sors salutis…

Mecum omnes plangite!

(O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning…

Fate—monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent…

Shadowed and veiled…

Fate is against me…

Everyone weep with me!)

"Yosuke, are you even listening?"

"Huh?" The boy pulled off his headphones and stared blankly at Chie. "What are you blabbing about now?"

Chie rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, you can't even bother to listen for five seconds, can you? Souji says you're going in there."

Yosuke looked from Chie to the silver-haired boy, who nodded. Yosuke flinched slightly and trained his gaze on the entrance to the creepy looking bunker. A green slime oozed out from beneath the door, and the building stood out starkly against the TV World's red and black sky. "Me? But...it looks kinda..." Yosuke struggled to find the right word. "Well…radioactive."

Yukiko stifled a giggle.

"Yosuke, I need you to come with me. I don't have any wind personas right now and I need Susana-O's Garudyne." Souji spoke calmly as he pressed on the bridge of his glasses.

"But I--"

"Quit your whining, Hanamura! The longer we stand out here doin' nothin', the less time we have to rescue Naoto!" Kanji kicked at a clump of dirt on the ground and turned to Souji. "Dammit! Why can't you just take me, Senpai?"

Yosuke smiled evilly. "I see how it is, Kanji. You want me to help you rescue your pint-sized boyfriend, right?"

"Yosuke!" Souji shook his head gravely.

Kanji stomped over to the still smug looking Yosuke, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen to me, punk. We ain't got time to sit around here arguin' like this. If Senpai says he needs you in there, then you're goin'. An' you're gonna rescue Naoto and bring his stupid ass back here so that I can kick it." Kanji released Yosuke roughly. "God dammit! How can such a smart kid be such an idiot? Usin' himself as bait? What a dumbass!"

Yosuke adjusted his collar and said nothing, choosing not to point out that Kanji hadn't denied the accusation. Souji was right. Now was not the time for that. Naoto was an arrogant, socially lacking, intellectually overpowering dude who still looked like he was about 12 years old, but that didn't matter. Bad things happened to people who stayed in the TV too long. Like Mayumi Yamano. Like Saki-senpai. Poor Saki. Yosuke couldn't let anyone end up like that again…not even fun-destroying, mood-killing detective princes. They had to go save Naoto.

"Yukiko, Chie, Yosuke, let's go!" Souji's commanding tone snapped Yosuke out of his thoughts.

"Right." Yosuke nodded and joined his friends near the still oozing entrance. He eyed the green slime suspiciously.

"Rise, keep an eye out for enemies. Teddy, be ready to come in with Kanji if we need back up. Kanji, hang tight...I'm going to need you to fight Naoto's Shadow." Souji was in his "heroic leader rescue mode" now, so there was no need to mention anything about the bubbling goo…right?

Yosuke slipped his headphones back on and carefully stepped over the slime as they walked toward into the bunker.

His music resumed where he'd left off: Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus...