The Pride Of The Town Chapter 3: The Amagi Desperation, a persona series fanfic

Edgy Warning 3.0: 18+ Contains mature subject matter; Language, Statutory rape, Graphic scenes, Bullying, and Self-hate.

Disclaimer: I do not own Persona in any way, shape, form, or size. One can only dream…right?

A/N: Hello again, hope whoever is reading this fanfic is enjoying it so far. As I said in the previous chapter, this chapter will be a bit of a Yu x Yukiko romance chapter. Don't expect anything stupid or cliche like some awkward out-of-place lemon, if anything its more of a one-sided relationship. Anyways, if you guys haven't, please check out my on-going main fic, "Heart Shaped Syringe", I would truly appreciate it if it got a little more feedback. Please and thank you. So now, on with the show, I hope you enjoy this rendition of "The Pride Of The Town"!

The Pride Of The Town

By: Screaming With Your Mouth Shut

Chapter 3: The Amagi Desperation

Yukiko was just arriving at the front entrance of her family owned inn, The Amagi Inn. She was stupid enough not to bring an umbrella, since it had began to rain halfway through the afternoon. But that wasn't the only dilemma she was facing. Currently, she was trying not to be seen by anyone who worked at the inn, ducking behind bushes and trees, trying to blend in as much as she could. She immediately began scolding herself for not bringing an extra change of close, and for not being careful...

...Careful enough not to be seen by the other students, especially that bitch Ai and her friends. Thus, her futile attempts at trying to escape their assault had proven to be useless. And now her entire uniform and sweater were dirty from mud, garbage, and whatever other shit they threw at her. While on her way out of the school, they had spotted her, snuck up behind her, and waited till she was off the school campus, before pelting her with what they could find.

Now here she was, drenched, shivering, and smelling like a trash bin. She was debating on whether to sneak through the back entrance, or cross her fingers and hope nobody was in the lobby.

She ultimately chose the back entrance, not wanting to risk being scene in her current state.

After much time, building up whatever little amount of courage and strength that hadn't been robbed from her these past thirty hours, she finally pushed through the back door, and as quickly as possible, made her way towards her room. Luckily for her, neither her mother or any of the other employees where within her path, only noticing a few cleaning ladies entering a room in front of her, she eventually reached her point of destination. Swiftly swinging open the door, pushing her entire body into the room, and slamming it shut behind her.

She immediately set off for work, quickly stripping down until she was in her underwear, noticing another red stain near the crotch of her undergarments, she took those off to, pushing them under her bed along with the countless other pairs of ruined panties from the night before. Going over towards her drawer, she frowned when she noticed she only had a couple pairs of underwear left. Taking the top pair, and sliding them half way, she began layering the bottom of her panties with tissue paper, hoping that in anyway, it could stop it from staining another pair. Satisfied with a great number of tissues, she pulled them up the rest of the way, and went towards her closet.

Not wanting to be suspicious, she went for her usual work attire instead, her pink kimono. She was half way through putting it on when...

Knock! Knock!

The sudden knocking like previously, made the poor girl jump out of her skin, slamming her elbow into the side of her closet door. Hazed in between both fear and pain, Yukiko reeled over, clutching her injured elbow while swearing from under her breath, she ducked just enough so her entire body hid nicely behind her closet door. Her kimono only half on, slouching just above the waist, she folded her arms around her exposed chest, contently listening for any other noises.

"Y-Yuki-chan... Uhm, the... the police are down at the l-lobby... they want to speak to... to you..."

Yukiko's heart instantly stopped. It was her mother. She immediately turned into a state of panic, quickly doing up the last of her Kimono, she went to tie her hair back, only to find it still caked in mud and garbage. This in turn, caused her to panic even more.

Hastily running her fingers through her hair to remove as much of the dirt as she possibly could, she used a couple elastics she had found on top of her dresser to tie her messy hair back.

"Yukiko... please answer m-me... What the hell is going on!"

Freezing in place, she had completely forgot that her mother was still at the door. Taking one last look into her mirror, she let out a disappointed sigh, realizing that her hair was an absolute mess.

So much for not being suspicious... why do I even care...

"N-nothing Mother, I'll b-be out in a m-minute!" Yukiko loudly squeaked.

"Y-Yukiko, I-I want to know why the p-police are h-here for you...?"

She knew why.

Opening the door, Yukiko tried her best not to make any eye-contact with the person in front of her. Awkwardly shuffling her feet, she quietly muttered gibberish from under her breath. Her mother extended an shaky hand, gently reaching out for her daughter shoulder, only to have her turn away from the contact. And, as if ignoring her presents completely, Yukiko began walking down the hallway, towards the stairs.

"Yukiko..." her mother sighed, looking on towards the figure disappearing down the stair well, her eyes brimming with tears. She had to stop herself several times from breaking down right then and there. "Yuki-chan..." she repeated in softer, downtrodden voice. "What's happening to you...?"

"Good afternoon, Miss Amagi."

Two very average looking police officers were seated in the guest lounge in the lobby. The first looking very laxed, sitting farthest from his partner looking up from the magazine he had been flipping through, while the other seemed to be a little on edge and impatient.

"Please, have a seat."

One of the officers gestured towards the empty chair across from where the others were seated. Yukiko hesitantly complied, slowly walking towards the offered seat. She kept both officers in the corner of her eye, while trying not to directly make eye contact with any of them.

While a thousand different things were fluttering through the black-haired heiress's mind, she had a pretty good idea why they were here. Finally taking the last couple of steps, she planted herself into the cushioned chair, settled her hands into her lap, and began smoothing out the bottom of her kimono. Even though her hair was still an absolute mess, she still tried to make herself presentable with what she had, less assure she was any more suspicious.

"We would like to speak to you regarding your... 'images' you posted online. Is that okay?"

...wait what...?

"W-what are you t-talking about? A-am I-I in t-trouble?!" Yukiko quickly stammered out, earning a frown from both officers.

There was a brief moment of silence between both parties, before the one who had been browsing through the magazine decided to speak up.

"You do know it is illegal to be posting provocative pictures of yourself over the internet, right?"

"B-b-b-but I-I do-don't-"

"Are you aware that this can technically file under distribution of child pornography, right?"

"N-n-no s-sir! Please! I-I-" Yukiko tried to quarrel with the officers. Images of herself online? She hadn't no idea what they were talking about!

"Hey, isn't that the girl who's pictures got all over the internet?"

Remembering the sort of things the students whispered this morning, her eyes widened.

"Oh-ho-ho man, have you seen her tits?"

The first and only time she had ever been completely vulnerable and exposed was to that man last night...

"They're everything you would imagine!"

"Damn shes such a whore, I didn't know it was that easy to get with her..."

Slut-chan...

"easy to get with her..."

They were right, she was easy to get with. She barely even put up that much of a struggle. She had practically lied there, and let him have his way with her body and heart. She, herself, let this happen, not the old man, but her. Did that mean she...

...enjoyed it?

That must be the case. It was simple. She wanted this to happen. Why else would she have been raped? She was pretty much asking for it. Being alone in a bathhouse, what was she thinking? The hurtful words she had written about herself were among the first things to come to mind.

"I should be hurt... Please someone hurt me more then I already am..."

Thats right. She was still hurting. But she didn't want to think about the experience anymore. Did that mean that she actually didn't enjoy it? That she didn't want this, and this was all her grief and self-loathing speaking instead of her? Thinking back, she had made it painfully obvious that she just wanted to completely erase last night from her memory, and the cops were seemingly pressing on the issue more and more. Was this what she wanted? Did she really want to be suffer even more then she already is? Yes...

She wanted this.

"And how do you think your par-"

"STOP IT!"

While on the outside, she seemed genuinely upset and distressed, but on the inside, she was literally egging them on to continue. She wanted to be pushed off the edge, just a little more...

"Miss Amagi," the cop sitting farthest warned. "Please try to refrain yourself from shouting."

She could feel the mental barriers that she had placed begin to crack under the strain. She was finally getting what she wanted. A chance to release everything. A chance to channel all the pent up trauma from last night. She could feel the sudden adrenaline spike running course through her body. This was it. Time to let the world know.

"I was raped alright... I was FUCKING RAPED GOD DAMMIT!"

Taking a moment to steady her raged breathing. That felt wonderful... she silently giggled, as she watched both police officers get up from where they were sitting, and began approaching her hysterical form.

The room echoed the gentle sobs and sniffles as a certain black-haired girl could be spotted, curled up in her messy bed sheets, slowly rocking herself back and forth, as her arms drew up her knees. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake this wonderful feeling she was experiencing. Never in her life had she felt more perfect, while at the same time, so broken.

Thinking back to when school ended, she remember how her long-time best friend Chie had ended their friendship, and in front of the entire class none the less. She also thought back to when the strange boy, who never failed to pique her interests, Yu Narukami went out of his way to comfort her. Looking at it now, she had realized that she had never properly thanked him for his kindness.

"Well now, this wouldn't do..." she whisper huskily under her breath.

Wiping the some of tears that caressed her face, she reached out for her hand phone, and began sifting through the few contacts that she had until she found the one she was looking for.

Yu Narukami...

In an instant, her finger pressed the speed-dial function, and she soon found herself impatiently waiting for a certain gray-haired boy to pick up.

Pi Pi Pi!

Her efforts had payed off when she heard the unmistakable sound of the phone clicking accompanied by the deep tone of the individual she had sought after.

"Hello?"

"...H-hey, its uhm... Yukiko... Amagi. R-remember me...?"

Unconsciously taking a hand, she wiped some sweat that had appeared on her forehead. Bring it down, she was pretty surprised to find herself this nervous, despite knowing what she was about to do. Having to sit on her hand to stop it from shaking, she pressed on.

"Oh, hows it going? You feeling okay?"

Taking a moment to close her eyes, she let the now very foreign care and concern wash over her. After realizing that she had not answer his question, she quickly composed herself, reminding herself that she had to do this.

She had to.

"Oh me? I-I'm alr-... H-hey, do y-you think you can c-come over," she paused, "L-l-like n-now?"

Their was an awkward air the settled between the two. Seeing as the boy on the other line hadn't really responded yet, the poor girls heart began to ache. Taking the passing seconds as a sign of rejection, she began coming up with a reasonable excuse to get her out of this situation without humiliating herself even more then she already was.

"Uh sure. I'll start walking their now."

His agreement completely came off guard, but it didn't fail on bringing a small smile onto her face.

"O-okay, great. I-I'll see you soon." she quickly sputtered out the last bit before hanging up, not giving the grey-haired boy a chance at responding.

Nonchalantly tossing her phone onto her bed side table, Yukiko dropped herself back down into the mess of bedding, she brought her knees up to her chest, the little smile never once leaving her face.

Yu stood outside of the black-haired heiress' door. While a little hesitant to enter, he was still genuinely concerned for her well being. Having talked with Yosuke after comforting Yukiko, he was finally starting to make sense of the situation. Although he couldn't quite grasp why this was making him so excited. Having decided that he had wasted enough time standing outside her door, he raised a hand to her door and proceeded to knock.

Knock! Knock!

It only took a couple seconds for her to answer the door. Having hear her practically leap from her bed and run to the door, he was quite surprised at her sudden change of attitude atoned to her previous one at school. Unfortunately, the enthusiasm was short lived.

"O-oh, ha. H-hey Yu-kun... uhm... come in!" Yukiko squeaked out in a nervous tone. She took a few steps back, clearing enough room for the gray-haired boy to step through.

"Hello Amagi-san." Yu greeted with a small nod, before stepping through the door way, and into the girls room.

Gently shutting the door, she made an extra effort to make sure Yu didn't notice her locking the door behind him. A devilish grin formed across her lips, as she turned on her heels, and followed the boy to her bed. While Yu stood, facing the disastrous mass of bed sheets and pillows, Yukiko slowly crept her way beside him, clearing a little spot on the edge of the bed, before sitting down. Noticing that the boy was still standing, she patted the spot beside her.

Yu starred on with a slighlty confused look. If he were to take a seat to the offered spot, he would be practically sitting in her lap. So, Yu being the rational person he is, decided to take a seat on the other side, where there is plenty more room.

Yukiko frowned slightly. For some reason, she found herself feeling slightly offended. Did he not feel comfortable around her? Was that it? Then why the fuck was he here!?

Is he...

...taking pity on me?

She had found herself gritting her teeth. He doesn't actually care. He was just here because he felt bad for her. He was no different from everybody else. He was only concern about his image! He wanted to be the type of guy, distressed girls would swoon after. Everything, after school, the phone call, it was all an act...

That prick...

"You know Narukami-san, I don't appreciate you playing with my emotions." she said, her voice shifted from the usual shy tone, replaced by a more, angry tone.

"What are you talking about?"

Yukiko felt like face palming. Was he playing dumb or something?!

"You know what I'm talking about... why did you really come here?" her voice was sounding more and more pissed off by every word.

"I thought you wanted me to come over...? Besides..." he took a moment to let out a soft sigh. "I was getting kind of worried. I talked with Yosuke after you left. I know..."

"I don't want your pity, Narukami-san. If you only came here to satisfy some personal... whatever, then I am kindly asking you to leave." Yukiko's spoke in a cold voice.

At this, Yu raised a questionable eye brow. "Why do you think I came here for myself? You asked me to come over, remember?"

"Oh, how I wish I could believe that..." Yukiko retorted, folding her arms and turning her head away.

"How can I prove to you that I am not here for some... selfish reason?"

It didn't take long for the black-haired girl to respond to his offer.

"Have sex with me."

Yu immediately stiffened at her answer. Facing toward her, eyes as wide as saucers, for a brief moment, Yu had let his usual calm demeanor slip, being replaced by an unusual shocked expression.

"A-Amagi-san, I don't-" Yu attempted to reason with the black-haired girl.

"C-could you please drop the whole 'Amagi-san' act? Geez..."

"Uhm, right... anyways, Yukiko-san, I really don't think-"

"Just Yukiko," the girl corrected the sputtering grey-haired boy. "Besides, I do believe we've known each other for some time now, and..."

"And? Yukiko, we've known each other for less then a week. Doing something like that, would be inappropriate. Even considering what your going through at the moment..." Yu explain, hoping that he had some how gotten through to the black-haired girl.

"What I'm going through, huh? You don't know shit about what I'm going through right now! I mean, c'mon Yu-kun, what is wrong with you?" Yukiko shouted at her grey-haired occupant. "I-I mean, look at me dammit! I-I'm so emotionally vulnerable, I'm not in my right state of mind, now is your chance! Hurry up and fuck me already!"

By this point, Yukiko was hysterical, even to the point, where she stood up, and began pacing around the room in frustration, pulling at her hair, while screaming at the boy.

Yu was completely at a loss. He didn't quite know what to do or say to possibly fix, yet alone get him out the current situation that he was in. Yukiko continued pacing around her room, until she halted right in front of the stationary boy. A devious smirk appeared on her face, as she quickly reached down grabbing his hand, catching him by surprise as she place his hand over one of her breasts.

"Ah! Amagi-"

Yukiko didn't waste anytime before tackling the stunned boy to her bed, pinning him down beneath her. She sat up, while adjusting herself into a straddling position over the grey-haired boy. Her hands instantly shot towards the buttons of his shirt, as she tried moaning as seductively as she could.

"It's Yukiko, remember." she said in a flat, but slightly irritated voice.

Yu's hand instantly recovered from the weight of the girl on top of them, reaching out to grab her wrists in protest. She was already three buttons through, and clearly had no intentions on stopping. No, she was dead serious about going through with this.

Yukiko struggled against the boys grip, adopting a frustrated expression, she tried freeing herself from his death grip. While her attempts seemed fruitless, she had found an small opening.

Perfect... she though triumphantly as she pushed his hands away, while swiftly bringing her head down, capturing his lips with hers.

Yu gasped in surprised at the sudden sensation. And for a brief moment, he almost enjoyed it. Almost. But he knew this was wrong. He couldn't possibly take advantage of her. He had to be the one to put an end to this, before things went to far.

Mustering as much strength as he could, he pushed the offending girl off of him, and tried to sit back up. His plan didn't get very far, as the girl was still straddling his waist. Now there faces were even closer then before.

Now that they weren't kissing, Yu noticed the pained expression on her face, and the tears of rejection that had weld up in her eyes.

In an act of desperation, Yukiko leaned in for another kiss, taking him by surprise once more, she smashed her lips against his, although this time, it was short lived.

Using his now freed hands, he gently pushed the girl away from him, an apologetic look crossing his features.

"W-why... why... I don't understand... Do... do y-you not find me a-attractive?" she whispered in a pleading tone. Her expression reflected the hurt she felt in her heart.

"No, it's just, I don't think that this," he motioned to the position they where in, including the half buttoned shirt, and the fact that some how her Kimono was just barely hanging together by her shoulders. "This is a little too..." Yu muttered slightly unsure, struggling to find the word to describe the situation.

"B-but, y-your a guy! A-and all the boys at s-school l-lust for m-me... and I..."

She slowly got off from the grey-haired boy, feeling slightly ashamed for her behavior, she awkwardly shuffled backwards, clearing a bit of distance between the two. Feeling relieved, Yu got up from the bed, turning to face the black-haired girl.

"Can I ask, were you planning this the entire time?"

Yukiko looked away from the boy, feeling extremely embarrassed. She nodded after a couple of seconds, while she played with her hands, intertwining them, fiddling, doing anything to distract herself.

"Y-yes... I w-wanted to... r-repay you for comforting me... b-being by my side... a-And what better w-way to show it then to let you s-screw me stupid..." Yukiko admitted shamefully.

"Yukiko," Yu began, while Yukiko still refused to meet his gaze, she piped up a little after hearing him call her by her first name. "I didn't come her just so I could take advantage of your vulnerable state, that would be silly of me. I came because I genuinely care for you. You don't need to repay me because I did the one thing you ultimately deserved in the first place. I would have comforted anybody if there were in a similar situation such as your own."

Hearing that last bit broke any speck of happiness she had retained throughout the entire ordeal. She felt her heart ache as the words continued to echo in her head.

I would have comforted anybody if there were in a similar situation such as your own.

Yu noticed Yukiko sudden sadness and discomfort, realizing that it was probably caused from what he had just said, he mentally smacked himself, reprimanding himself that this girl was still emotionally weak, and that from now on, he would have to start choosing his words carefully.

In other words, he had to fix this.

"...But it makes me feel better that it was you." he hastily added, finishing off with a small smile.

She didn't waste another second, as she literally dove into the boy, pushing her face into his chest, while her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt.

Yu was taken back, preparing to defend himself once again at her advances, but was surprised to find her crying into his chest. Sighing in relief, he used one hand to circle around her body, bringing her close, while the other went for her hair, running his fingers through the mess of hair gently, as he rocked her back and forth slowly.

They stayed like that for a couple moments, before the both of them let go of each other. Yukiko took the time to wipe some of the threatening tears onto her sleeve, while she looked up at the incredible boy before her. Seeing his warm smile made her feel slightly happier then she had before, and she soon found herself returning it with a slight smile of her own.

"Thank you, Yu-kun... y-your an amazing person... I-I wish I had someone like you before..." Yukiko said softly, her cheeks turning a deep hue of pink as she spoke the final part. Feeling the last of the warmth radiating off of the boy, she stood up onto her tippy-toes, and planted a soft peck on his cheek.

"You're welcome Yukiko. Just remember... I'm here for you, don't hesitate to come talk to me, alright?" Yu spoke, as he turned to face the door.

Yukiko couldn't help but smile even brighter. "I will, thank you..." she paused, as if she remembered something. "...hey..."

Yu stopped at the door, turning his head to meet hers.

"I-if y-your not b-busy t-tomorrow... w-would you... like t-to hang out... a-again?" she stuttered, bowing her head, starring at the floor in front of her.

"I would like that."

Yukiko perked up again, raising her head to face him again. "R-really?"

"Sure," Yu gave a gentle smile. "But, lets not have a repeat of today, sound good?"

Yukiko giggled a little, although she still felt ashamed of herself for what she did, she was at least glad that Yu could find a little humor despite what she tried to do to him.

"Okay. So... I'll see you later?" Yukiko asked, donning an nervous stance, as she hid her hands behind her back, turning her body away from his.

" Sure thing. Shoot me a text sometime tomorrow." he replied.

After exchanging goodbyes, Yu exited the room, leaving Yukiko to flop back down onto her bed, as she replayed the days events in her head. She would find herself smiling as her thoughts always ended with a certain grey-haired boy.

Surely, he must truly be the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

A/N: Well now, this chapter was wayyyyyyyy different from the last two, right? I hope you enjoyed the little fluffiness from Yu and Yukiko, that I had included into this chapter. Next chapter shall be the last chapter, after that, expect a couple chapters from my on going fic, "Heart Shaped Syringe", which I recommend you check out if you enjoy this angst goodness that this story shares.

My next side fic shall be another Persona 4 one, this time, being a Rise x Yu one. It should also be noted that it will not be as dark as this one. So stick around for that, as it will be coming your way, shortly!

Once again, I would like to apologize for the grammatical mistakes, English isn't my native language, so please forgive me if there are any. (Which I'm sure there are!)

Any comments, questions or concerns, please feel free to message me.