Menma Narrating

Guest Narrating

"Shadows/Persona Talking."

"Humans Talkings."

'Humans thinking.'

"Telepathy/Radios."

Menma woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, images flashing in front of his eyes, he heard his door open and fled back only to hit the wall, the light turned on and burned at his eyes.

"You okay, bud?" His father asked, Menma shielded his eyes, as his father entered the room. "I could hear you from my room."

"I uh… nightmare." Menma mumbled, his voice hoarse.

"I'm sure." Minato agreed, looking his son over, "Your bruises…" It seemed like only then did Minato understand what this son endured, his wrists had deep purple lines, his throat had marks on it that looked like hands, his collarbone was a dark purple, his shirt road up in the night revealing his darkened stomach.

"Hmmm." Menma wrapped his arms around himself and looked down, shame colouring his features.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, son." Minato assured, sitting on the bed, noting the flinch from his boy, "What happened to you… well I'll make sure those monsters don't make it to christmas." Was the grim promise of a father that had been crossed.

"Every time I close my eyes…" Menma mumbled, shivering.

"I'll get your mother." Minato said simply, standing up, within a few moments Kushina entered the room, hair mussed and eyes slightly unfocused, the light was turned off and he heard footsteps.

She sat on his bed and pulled him close, her smell filled his nostrils almost immediately his tension begun to melt away, Kushina smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, holding her fragile boy close to her chest.

"Don't worry, Menma." Kushina's soothing voice flooded his ears, "Kaa-chan is here."

His soft breathing let her know he'd calmed down within moments of her being there, holding him, Minato appeared once more and kissed her cheek before slinking out, bidding her a good night.

"Oh my sweet boy…" Kushina murmured with a frown.

23/11/20XX Shibuya Station Square

Menma stood with his hands in his pockets, a simple dark grey t-shirt on with baggy denim jeans and dark green sneakers, he idly rubbed the studs in his ears, they were a little tender because the holes had closed up somewhat over his incarceration

He leant against a wall looking towards the path to the underground. People kept looking at him, the bruises, he didn't want them looking at him.

Baal appeared beside him and leant into the wall, not saying anything but simply sipping at his chalice, the dusky skinned, womanly hipped, god looked to its master and offered him a sip, Menma declined, not exactly ready to take another chalice trip anytime soon.

"You stand out, you know." A familiar voice prickled Menma's ears, he looked up to see Sae approaching him in her usual suit-slacks-heels combo, she smirked as she garnered his attention.

"You always scan people with your eyes before speaking with them, why is that?" Sae asked, noticing how his eyes darted up her body before returning to her eyes.

"I like to take note of what people wear." The Uzumaki said as he leant off the wall, Baal disappearing, "Ready?"

"I suppose, should we do it so out in the open though?" Sae asked, Menma shrugged.

"People never seem to notice for some reason." Admitted the youth as he pulled out his phone, grabbing Sae's arm with his free hand he pulled them both into the Metaverse, the sky turned red and the entrance into the underground became macabre and grim.

The steps were made of what looked like obsidian instead of concrete, the guard rail was a spine of some kind, and the walls seemed to have some living tissue stretched across them.

"Ugh… this is the Palace of the People?" Sae asked, repulsed.

"Yeah, none of us could figure out why either." Menma admitted.

"Did you… change outfits?" The prosecutor asked, confusion in her eyes, Menma quirked a brow before looking down.

Surely enough instead of his usual armour and shawl, he was dressed in a black vest and trousers combo, with segments of armour seemingly stitched into it, the gloves he wore had ornamental silver claws instead of gauntlets, his pants had the same cloth-metal appearance and texture of his vest though with special attention over the knees and shins.

His shoes were simple black dress shoes though did have what looked liked short blades at the heel.

"Huh… neato." Menma said, fishing his mask out of hammerspace only to retrieve a black pair of sunglasses with slim frames and bright red lenses, as he slipped them on he didn't have the red hue he expected instead it appeared to only work on way… somehow.

"You look… rather dashing actually." Sae noted, fixing his tie slightly and gesturing to the armband around his right bicep, "Hmm… P. . Cute, Phantom Thieves Incorporated." The sash itself was a white with black filigree and black print.

"I feel quite marvelous, thanks for the compliment." Menma smirked in a way that allowed his glasses to fall slightly so he could wink at Sae over them, she returned the smirk and bumped her hips against his.

"Come on Mr. PT you've got something to show me." She slipped an arm around one of his and he grinned accepting the gesture as he guided them down the stairs.

Igor spoke to him, out of the blue and it almost made him trip. "Ahh… the Velvet Room. So close yet so far." The blue butterfly slipped out of his chest and sat on his shoulder, just as they were about to enter the first floor of Mementos.

"Oh..!" Sae's rust red eyes widened slightly at that sudden voice.

"Igor? What are you talking about?" Menma questioned, his ponytail almost whipping against the wind with how quickly his head turned.

"Oh? Can you not see the blue bars in the left corner? Or the two small girls standing beside them?" Menma looked in the direction instructed and narrowed his eyes, there was definitely a blur there that he couldn't quite make out, Igor flew up to his face and landed on his forehead, Menma felt like he was hit with a sudden case of eyestrain.

There they stood though, two cosplaying loli's with eyepatches, one with a baton and the other with a clipboard, each to one side of a glowing set of iron bars.

"What in-How long have they been there!?" Menma demanded, tearing off his sunglasses and growling like a poked bear.

"These attendants have been watching over your Trickster the entire time, Agent. Consider them… your own wards." Igor attempted to explain, "When Lord Philemon created the Velvet Room, and in turn myself, he granted me the power to create my own attendants. Though some ended up shacking up with Wild Cards… Oh Elizabeth, poor girl." Lamented Igor.

"Uhhh…" Menma didn't really want to know what kind of people shacked up with jailbait.

"Oh silly me, they do not all look as those two do. Strictly speaking those two are supposed to be one person, but at the moment I and by proxy, they, am shut away from my true purpose. Not that I dislike dwelling within your soul, it has become quite roomy." Igor said with fondness, like one would when speaking of a childhood home.

"So do I… approach them?" Menma questioned, Sae looked very confused but figured it was a Phantom thing.

"I think it would be best to avoid direct contact for the moment, at least until I regain my position as proprietor of the Velvet Room." Igor suggested as he flew through Sae and then back into Menma.

"That was… strange." Sae started, looking down at the faint glow that was left behind by the odd butterfly that had passed through her.

"Yeah… goddamn today is already so weird." Menma said with a shake of his head, pushing his sunglasses back on and allowed them to be taken over by golden flames, "Arcee!"

A mechanical woman appeared behind Menma, sleek in design with several flared segments of armour, her ankles and wrists had what looked like wheels on them, Arcee peered down at her master and nodded, several joints in her mechanical body began to piston and change.

Where once stood a buxom robot, was a motorcycle that looked like it was ripped straight out of a sci fi movie, it had four wheels instead of two, the wheels were roughly ten centimetres apart while the body of the cycle sat much like a Light Cycle out of Tron.

Menma slid onto Arcee feeling the purr of the engine as he did.

"Only you." Sae said with a blank face, "Only you would have a magical spirit that can turn from a motorcycle into a mechanical woman with big breasts and wide hips."

"I can't exactly deny your point, but I raise the fact that she came to me." Menma said with a grin.

"Oh I bet she did, you lecher." Sae flicked her hair aside with her hand before sliding on behind him, holding tightly around his midsection.

"Oh yeah~." Menma grinned like a fool as he sped off into the depths of Mementos.

[Mementos; Path of Qimranut - Floor 1]

"This is your inflight captain if you look to your right you'll see the twisted perception of humanity warping the subway lines, on your left is a large formless Shadow." Menma said in his best announcer voice, Sae scoffed in his ear, making him grin.

He revved Arcee's engine making her purr turn into a roar and launched himself at the Shadow amalgam, as her front wheels struck the Shadow it flew down the tracks and burst into a trio of green slimes with boiling red eyes.

Menma slid off Arcee as she returned to his Soul, Sae taking a few steps back to see him in action, "Hades!" The air seemed to grow cold as the Lord of the Underworld (Elf Edition) rose up behind the redhead.

"Containment Chains!" Ordered the now glasses-less thief, Hades raised one hand and it glowed with a crisp blue energy that summoned a cluster of great frosted chains that rose up and circulated their targets before exploding, along with them went the Slimes, that turned into chunks before seeping into the ground.

Hades faded away and Menma turned back to Sae with a grin, she was wide eyed and understandably so, from her perspective a greek god just appeared and destroyed several mounds of sludge and waste with a snap of its fingers.

"That is a Persona in 'action' it doesn't really look as impressive when you one-shot the bastards but you get the idea." Menma said with a shrug as he walked up to the prosecutor.

Sae just chuckled and shook her head, "Hmm, still looking as juicy as ever. I love that confidence." A familiar voice crooned.

Both humans turned to see a very familiar Shadow walking out of the wall of Mementos, Sae Niijima Shadow was as gorgeous as she was sexually intimidating that being said it showed how she wielded that as yet another weapon.

Shadow Sae, or Leviathan depending on what state she was in, was an elegant creature. Dressed in a long black dress that seemed to be made of the sexiest latex in the universe with matching gloves that ended just past her elbow, the dress was cut at the side to show off her creamy right thigh as she walked, it was dangerously close to her waistline, almost revealing the treasure within.

Her dress was also cut at the front, revealing side-boob and her navel, though over this gap was fishnet mesh. A similar mesh was in place for her stockings, the visible stocking ended at her thigh and had a spiked collar around it. Much like the spiked collar around her delicious neck.

Her eyes were the trademark golden hue, though around these eyes was a lot of eyeshadow/eyeliner, it was like someone took a black marker pen and drew on the sexiest panda eyes imaginable.

"Menma!" Sae scolded, the Uzumaki was in such a daze at the sight of this Shadow once more he barely noticed how tight his pants felt all of a sudden, Sae did however.

Shadow Sae chuckled huskily, tipping her hat ever so slightly, it was wide brimmed and sat slightly askew, a gorgeous yellow flower resting as the centrepiece. She stalked towards him and draped her arms around one of his own.

"Ooh~ Don't be such a spoilsport. He's just happy to see me again, aren't you pet?" Shadow batted her lashes coquettishly and pouted, it was emphasised by her black lipstick that just… did things to him.

"So very happy." Menma whispered to the ceiling, as though thanking god.

"Nice to know where your loyalty lies." Sae said with a shake of her head. This actually seemed to insult Leviathan as she frowned at her human counterpart.

"This young man accepts us for who we are, inside and out. He accepts our flaws, our lows as readily as our highs. If that's not loyalty I don't know what is." Leviathan informed with a scoff.

"This is your Shadow, the part of yourself that you don't want to acknowledge we… uh, talked. In your palace." Leviathan giggled into her hand much like a degenerate would upon finding out about a new fetish.

"I'm sure talking was all you did. So what does this mean, that I'm just a terrible person?" Sae questioned.

"Do I look terrible to you?" Leviathan questioned with a quirked brow.

"No, you look fabulous, darling." Menma assured, getting a warm grin from the Shadow, she pinched his cheek as she spoke.

"Oh you are just the sweetest, never let it be said that I don't adore you, Uzumaki." Cooed the Shadow with a beautiful smile that made his heart to flips.

"Well I… yes, I have… inclinations towards you." Sae informed, trying to save face. Lest her blabbermouth shadow take away what poise she had left at the moment.

"Oh he knows… believe me." Leviathan informed, emphasising as was appropriate.

"...What did you too with my Shadow, Menma?" Sae asked with a narrow stare.

"We fucked like animals, I had to steal him away from the Phantoms while they played about in my Palace… it was, uhh! It was incredible!" Leviathan informed, Menma sighed into his hand, more than ready to face this music.

"To be fair, look at you normally and look at your sha-mmph!" His face was suddenly pulled down, along with his collar into the awaiting embrace of Sae Niijima's plump lips.

Mindwipe.

All thoughts vanished in that moment.

It was like… nothing he'd ever experienced, one second he was aware of the world around him and the next he had the worst case of tunnel vision he'd ever experienced, his arms moved on their own, pulling both Sae's closed to him, the Shadow smiling serenely as she begun to glow.

The Leviathan was soothed as she sat on the same level as her other half, the soft beating of their hearts syncing up with the Thief that stole them.

"You make me feel human." Shadow Sae said, a forlorn look in her eyes, suddenly her hat was knocked off and she was pulled up into the searing lips of the object of her affection.

Sae was breathless and red faced, reality kicking back in. By god this young man was going to take responsibility for making her feel this way, for making her act like a lovestruck teenager. Now it made so much sense, all these old feelings that were pulled to the surface recently, this little bastard had not only stolen her heart, he filled it.

Leviathan gently cupped his cheeks as her black lips moved against his, her eyes slipping open for a moment, to match his half lidded gaze, those amethyst fireballs burned into her very existence, she pulled back for a moment, their noses touching ever so slightly.

"I… I'm pretty sure I love you, Uzumaki." Leviathan crooned softly, her voice was like the dagger in the dark, cutting the curtains and letting the sun shine through once more.

Menma's eyes widened, holding the twins in his arms and looking at them both, Sae's rust red and Leviathans saffron gold, his mouth suddenly felt very dry.

"I uh… really?" He asked tentatively, the voices within him were quiet, deathly so.

"Yeah… I could agree to that." Sae said, "Shall we… make a gamble?" The woman questioned her Shadow, the golden eyed goddess of goth grinned, in a way that lit up all of mementos.

And then it literally lit up.

Leviathan exploded into light, it seared his eyes for a moment but within that light he saw a single object, blindly reaching out he pulled a… card?

I am thou, thou art I.

Through the bonds of trust, through the light of delicate love, I come.

I am Judgement, hold me close Guardian.

As the light faded, Menma had to hold his face to stop both his jaw from falling off and from the enormous grin that had formed on his face from showing through.

Even though her Shadow was basically sex incarnate - to Menma at least - Sae made said shadow look like a toddler with their mother's lipstick - or father's it is the current year - all the emotion that had built up in his throat was replaced with an intense heat the burned his veins in a way that only incomparable desire could.

Sae was dress in all leather, tight leather, it was a blacker than midnight catsuit as a base. Though it was a heavily altered catsuit. There was a zipper down the front that fell to her navel, that was unzipped, revealing her incredibly toned stomach and fabulous funbags, those majestic mounds were held captive by a leather bikini top, a white skull on each one.

The 'jacket' part of the suit had a popped collar that just barely touched her ears, the trimming of the suit itself being soft white.

Her neck was covered by the same spiked collar - Menma was thankful for that honestly - her hair was tied away into a sleek ponytail, though the upper portion of her face was hidden away by a black, glossy steel helmet, it had two spikes over each ear and a pair spiked horns towards the crown of her skull, the face of the mask had two eyeholes, with extra material cut away to improve her field of vision.

At the forehead of her mask - looking to have been painted on - was the same yellow flower from her Shadows hat. It actually made her eyes look even more gorgeous, and he was already pretty enraptured.

Sae's sleeves covered most of her arms though her elbows and forearms did have what looked like leather coverings, her elbows had slim but deadly looking dagger heads, looking to be made of some transparent metal. She wore fingerless gloves with silver metal caps on each of her knuckles, her nails were now a midnight black.

Her hips had similar leather armour, held up by a silver chain belt - later to be found out was incredibly light and somehow comfortable - the armour fell to her, front and back, and looked ended up simple arrow heads, at the centre of each piece of armour was a single, golden coin, on the front two pieces there was Sae's own face, on the back, embarrassingly enough, was an impression of Menma's face.

'Don't make a sit on my face joke, don't make a sit on my face joke, don't make a sit on my face joke…' Mentally chanted the young man as he continued his inspection.

Sae's high heels were still in place, though now they were more akin to boots and rose to her knee, each was still black as a moonless night but these had cuffs folded at the top of the boot, the trimming of the cuff was a soft, snowy white.

The weapon she had, you ask?

A fucking minigun.

It had two giant bayonets strapped to the top and bottom of the barrel, that in itself almost made him step back, the end of each barrel was a skull with little horns, with six barrels in total every second one had purple eyes and the others had golden eyes.

Sae looked down at herself and then at the gun, picking it up with one hand and smirking as she set it back down, she strutted up to the younger Persona User, Menma initially thought she was going to pull him into another fierce kiss but instead she pulled herself close to him.

Sighing contently against him Sae actually nuzzled his neck making his skin shiver in delight, even from there she could hear his heart beating and crashing about in his chest like a thunderstorm, "I love you." She said into his ear.

Menma felt his stomach seize as a wave of emotion seized his person, it was amplified as she looked up at him, water in her eyes, "Do you know how good it feels to say that to someone, after so long of… being alone?" She questioned him softly.

Menma's mouth felt dry once more, any response he had died on his tongue as he looked into her eyes, effectively lost in them. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to pick her up and swing her around in his arms to express physically just how much it meant to him to hear her say those words.

"I always admired you, you know?" She asked once more, chuckling to herself sombrely. "I was actually quite jealous when Makoto told me you two were dating. I know that sounds petty of me but it's true. You were everything someone could want in a partner, you're sweet when you need to be, you listen when people speak, you-you went out of your way to spend time with me, even before you started dating her, just to make sure I was feeling well, that I was happy." She slid her hands over his cheeks, pulling her mask up on the way.

"You're the first guy I've met that doesn't just see me as a long pair of legs and a nice ass." She admitted with a chuckle, genuine actually, "Which is ironic considering how much of an animal you can be."

"I can be pretty bad." Menma said softly, looking at her and smiling, their height difference was negligible, this was a six foot tall woman after all.

"It's part of your charm, oddly enough." Sae admitted with a warm smile, the same smile Leviathan had, the same smile that could put the sun itself to shame.

Menma reveled in her touch, "I didn't want to tell you, not so soon after… what happened." The silver haired woman said honestly, "I didn't want you to feel like I was using your vulnerability as an excuse to use you, that's the last thing I want Menma… I don't care about the age difference, I don't care what anyone else thinks of us, but you I want to do right by." She pulled herself in again and nestled into the crook of his neck.

Menma felt heat in his eyes and fell into her neck, his shoulders shaking, he did feel vulnerable. Like his flesh was exposed to a storm and all he had was himself, but she… she was the sun that shone through the storm, that cut through the darkness in his mind.

"Sae… if I said I want this… to be a serious relationship, If I said… I saw a future here-" He was silenced by a finger against his lips and for a moment his heart skipped a beat.

"I'd say yes." She answered immediately, making the tears in his eyes fall all the quicker, "I'm in this for the long haul, I've laid myself bare to you, just like you have for so many years… I want this to be our for-"

Lips against lips once more, this wasn't the primal lust his body screamed for, this was the undaunted, unstoppable, raw passion that burnt within his heart. The same passion that every sappy moment in his head was born from.

"In one year, I'm going to propose to you." Menma said as he pulled back, making her eyes widen, "I don't care if someone says it's too fast, sure we can talk about it later-right now I don't care about anything but this." The fire in his eyes returned, that same fire that scorched her Shadow made Sae's heart flutter.

Her own tears quickly followed, which made his fall just as quick, the two lovers rested their foreheads against one another and held each other tightly, crying and laughing and feeling whole once more.

The noise of chains rattling quickly filled the halls of Mementos, effectively killing the mood.

"Oh dear…" Menma said as he pulled away, though still holding his new… no not sun and stars, that was tainted. He'd think of a new all encompassing thing later-well now he can't not think of something, his… other half. Because together they felt whole.

That was sweet.

"So, love of mine. This is the Reaper." And as he said that a large figure came floating around the corner, in one hand was a long revolver pistol, in the other… well nothing but it did have claws. The reaper looked like a giant, animated hooded cloak, as it floated and did not walk.

"Should we run?" Sae asked, though from the look in her eyes, that fiery rage at having their perfect moment interrupted.

"I'd say we kill the fuck. He did try to ruin our moment." The Now-Black Rogue said with menace.

The Reaper noticed them both and released a rolling, raspy whine. It fired it's gun up into the air and was encompassed by a glow of red energy. Menma grinned, recognising the Charge ability.

"Setesh, Tetrakarn!"

And thus it began.

The game was simple.

Every time the reaper shot an ability out, Menma would counter with either a spell to reflect Physical abilities or one to reflect Magical abilities.

What he didn't expect was for Sae to get fed up and bored, and to simply start pumping a seemingly endless stream of bullets into the bastard, "One-Shot Kill!"

Behind Sae appeared a multi-armed cyborg, one arm being an actual minigun itself, another arm holding a double-barrel shotgun, the other two holding hooked razors, the creature lack legs and instead had a serpentine lower half, its chest was feminine, having a corset of gorgeous crimson cloth that hugged and molded its figure, though the effect was lost somewhat because instead of breasts it had cannons.

Fuckin'… cannons man.

The head of the creature was two serpentine heads, one having a cobra's hood while the other was a simple, sleep snake.

"Leviathan, Charge!" Sae ordered, like it was second nature at this point, "Once more, One-Shot Kill!" The prosecutor demanded of the spirit, the red effect of the Charge ability barely fading before a great barreling, cyclonic shot rang out from one barrel of Leviathan's shotgun, it ripped into Reaper who groaned in agony.

"Well we can't miss out… Hades, Concentrate!" Menma commanded, the elfin greek god appearing in a flash and summoning a blue vortex of energy on its creator, the Reaper moaned as it went to take an action, only for a hail of bullets from Sae to make it flinch.

"Tartarus!" Demanded Menma, Hades waved his hand and a great pit formed underneath The Reaper, hundreds of hands shot out of the pit, all made of Ice, each hand created a patch of frost on The Reaper that popped with a small explosion, hundreds of these tiny explosions made The Reaper fall onto the ground and wail in pain.

"Debilitate!" Sae commanded, Leviathan firing off two shots from its tit-cannons and shot the spell like it was a shell.

"Sae!" Menma called out, offering his hand, she took it and actually twirled into his arms. He figured, fuck it, and dipped her, their energies collided like magnesium and an open flame, intensely.

Leviathan and Hades looked at one another before nodding, Hades sputtered into hellish, icy flames that leapt onto the minigun strapped to the two headed snake's arm, in a burst of spectacular glory cryogenic rounds that exploded pelted into The Reaper like it owed her money, the pitiful creature collapsed in on itself and burst into smoke, a great rush of power filled both Sae and Menma as the concentrated energy that resided within The Reaper flooded their Persona.

Menma felt like he could crush a building with his punch, Sae was about ready to run into work and take on everyone's work load just to satisfy this burning in her chest, this desire to do to act. It would not simply be quenched by more battle it needed an outlet.

She threw off her mask and leapt at her love, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, Menma wanted to say something but his mouth was filled with tongue. And he knew better than to talk with his mouth full.

The pair of them were like forces of nature colliding in the sexiest ways possible, every part of their beings rippled and echoed in a pleasurable cascade of emotion and lust boiling together into one concentrated essence, it fueled them, it fueled their very souls.

Nourishing themselves against one another both physically and spiritually.

In layman's terms however.

The fuuuucked, like… hardcore shit, the kind of stuff you never want anyone to know you know about. It was the kind of sex that made the world move, or pause to watch, the thing about doing it in the collective unconscious of the human society was that several thousand babies were conceived that day as a result of their fire.

[End]

Cutting it here since it seems a natural place to end it, sorry that it's a bit shorter.

Also to anyone worrying about the sudden shift with Sae and Menma going full lovey-dovey mode, I'll make sure they have a proper sit-down to discuss their actual intentions outside of a rush of Persona, Shadow and feels.

Hope you like it, lemme know if you did/didn't and I'll see you next time.

Raxychaz!