Guest : Small? He's literally the dominant persona-lity (don't judge my bad puns!) and what basically amounts to a sociopath. He's going to be a lot more than just a small problem.

The fact that his hormones are pretty much broken and he's an orphan... That's a small problem!

How DID his hormones break?

Uh...

...

Let's just say they went to you and call it a day.

Yay!

Doesn't take much to make you happy. Oh, and just a slight little correction : Minato/Makoto is Death this time around since... Well, Philemon screwed him out of a Wild Card (Uncle(?), you're the biggest dickless dick there is) and he's been pregnant with my brother for 10 years straight... Wait, does this make him my step-mom/dad too? Does it make Death my half-brother?

No idea. Stopped trying to make sense of your family tree a long time ago.

clevernameeh : And I thank you for building my ego. Makoto v. Minato? I'd bet more money on Makoto if given the option.

Well,. I did torture him a few-

You know we're not talking about you.

I believe your relevance ended with both your death and your origin fic's end. Actually, with Grim almost being omnipotent in the AN/s, you're also the only one here who isn't god-tier in some way.

... Godly assholes.

dragonc825 : I dunno... Do you?

Only two people know. Me, and a certain jackass who also reads this.

What's with you saying "jackass"?

I don't know, it's just one of my favorite things to call people... jackass.

Prick.

Dickless.

killjoy

Albino, and killjoy? I love morbid humor! Ex : There's a couple in a bed room. The wife is on her death bed, but is close to the end with an uneasy heart. She whispers "My love... There's something I must tell you. I cannot die without letting you know that I was unfaithful to you, not a month ago." The husband wraps his hands around hers, nods in understanding, looks her in the eyes and says " I know... Why do you think I poisoned you?"

*snickers* DAMMIT!

RAX : Who knows..? Other than me, that is.

You seem to enjoy toying with people.

Indeed, he does.

Guest : Well.. Yes and no. Some will be revealed, but be aware that there are some liberties taken for the sake of this fic's very existence.

Nightlyy : #BestBro

#BigBro

#IAmDeath

Now, two important things here...

1. A little disclaimer : Do NOT think of this as an accurate representation of split personality disorder a.k.a Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). After all, you can't really be 100% when you don't have any experts or anything with you, nor when you're writing about a series when the person in question can summon monsters from their mind and have Death itself sealed inside someone's psyche/soul.

Thought we'd get that out of the way... No one can accuse us of saying we're misrepresenting anything.

2. Remember when I said I'm a sadist? Well, you're going to see some of that. AT readers know how tame and how brutal I can be (it varies), but unlike AT, this is your first and only warning... when it comes to violence anyway. Lemons and all that crap... Yeah, I'll put warnings at the start of the chapter, but not in the middle of it like i used to.


Home

Makoto sat in what was quickly becoming his favorite chair, as per usual when he arrived home from the last operation. Unlike usual, Pharos was standing in front of him, expecting an explanation for his sudden change in behavior.

"By any chance do you remember Minato?" Makoto asked as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Usually, Pharos was the one who had to explain things to the boy, so he found this situation a little ironic.

"You mean... Your birth name?" Pharos asked which the boy nodded to. For as long as Pharos could remember being with him, he always said that the boy named Minato died with his family and soon adopted the name Makoto Yuki to cement that. Still, he allowed Pharos to continue calling him Minato, claiming that 'I can't be mad at you.'

"Well, there's a bit more to it." Makoto said as he sighed "To put it simply : When he died, I came and inherited his broken shell..." He explained as he looked a bit agitated by the memories.

Even though he wasn't Minato, the memories of watching his family die still haunted him, for while he was vastly different from him, the two had the same foundation and shared a few traits. Unconditional love for their family and the pain that followed just so happened to be one of them.

"Not to long after that, you came along little guy." Makoto said as he opened his eyes and gazed at his ghostly friend "That's the story... The condense version, anyway."

Pharos looked down, no doubt needing a moment to take of that in. Makoto wasn't the original one that claimed ownership over the boy's body, but he's been the dominant one for the past ten years which was longer than how long Minato had even existed when he died... Was die even the right word anymore, especially taking what had just happened into account? And furthermore, that never would happened to Minato if...

"Don't know what brought him back, though.." Makoto said as he stared at his own reflection from his window "Best guess : Coming back here... The place where it all happened... Must've been enough to make him show himself again."

"What do we do now?" Pharos asked him. There was no telling what Kotone had actually heard him mutter when his mind was unstable because of Lovers and he'd have to deal with SEES at some point if he truly wishes to accomplish his goal.

"Going to bed, and then..." Makoto smiled and his eyes flashed yellow for a moment as a plethora of sinister thoughts and emotions came to the boy "Well, you like scavenger hunts, don't ya? Get ready for one of those for the next few days."


One Week Later ; Dorm

Kotone leaned on her elbow at her desk as she continued looking up things on the web from her laptop. Lately, Makoto had been a bit more withdrawn than usual which was expected given what had happened the other day.

Whenever she tried to do anything, he always claimed he was busy and his words seemed genuine enough. After all, whenever he denied people in the past he always made it clear with a 'no' and might even get more vulgar than that after repeated attempts.

Lately, she done some research and gained some amateur knowledge of some identity disorders, though she didn't expect to find an exact diagnosis for whatever Minato/Makoto had.

From what she had seen, they were almost complete opposites in regard to their social interactions.

Makoto was... Well, he was Makoto. How she managed to get as much out of him as she did will forever remain a mystery to anyone and everyone.

Her time with Minato was limited (or was it?), but she'd seen enough to get a basic idea. Whereas Makoto got bored and charged off to kill Hierophant on their own, Minato was clearly more of a team player and even had Orpheus take a blow for Mitsuru who Makoto had done whatever he could to trouble her just for the hell of it.

Minato seemed to embrace people, but Makoto rejected almost everyone. Still, Makoto had shown a gentler side similar to Minato before... Or maybe that was Minato, who knew?

Still, despite their tones changing the overall voice was still recognizable and still had the same persona. Like she had thought before, it was like they were two vastly different interpretations of the same person rather than them being completely different person from the ground up.

Maybe... Maybe Makoto was his way to prevent ever being hurt again. After all, he's made it clear that his family especially is a massive soft spot for him so it wasn't unreasonable that he would've developed some sort of defence mechanism to avoid ever going through that sort of pain again.

Perhaps that's all Makoto was? A defence mechanism born from whatever happened all those year ago to the poor boy? Not to mention, his file identifies him as Makoto, so where did 'Minato' come from?

There were so many questions that had so few answers, and searching on the internet all day wasn't going to give her any answers at this rate.

Kotone sighed as she slouched in her chair and sighed "Guess I'm just going to have to keep trying..." She murmured. Considering Makoto's personality so far, he probably wasn't going to listen to any doctors so she's going to have to help him the old fashion way.

It couldn't be all that bad, could it? He's dropped his cruel facade around her multiple times in the past, and if Makoto really was just an extremely effective defence, then helping Makoto should also help Minato and vice versa. It was like helping the same person, she just had to deal with him showing two entirely different sides of himself. It probably wasn't going to be easy, but it should doable.

After all, he may have been rude, but it's not like he was dangerous, right?


?

"Wakey, wakey..." Makoto said as poured a bucket of water on a boy that had been strapped to a chair with duct tape "No eggs and bakey."

The boy let out a "Nrgh..." as he lifted his head and looked around in a panic "W-Who are you?! Where the hell am I?!"

"Hell." Makoto answered dryly as he began to circle the boy "As far as you're concerned, this is hell and I'm dear old Satan himself."

"Wha-..?" The boy was understandably confused as he did his best to keep his eyes on his assailant before looking up and screaming "Somebody help! Help!"

"Wow, you're actually-" Makoto was cut of when the boy screamed for someone, anyone to hear his voice and help him

"Someone help!" Makoto screamed as he fell on his knees and looked up "Help! I'm about to torture and quite possibly kill a man! Someone come take me away!" He pleaded as he threw his arms into the air for a moment before pausing

"Hear that?" Makoto asked as he put one arm down and put his other hand to his ear "Let's try it again."

"Help!" Makoto screamed as he walked back behind the terrified boy "Go on, scream! Beg for someone to save you!"

"H-Hep!" The boy pleaded again as loud as he could as his voice began to slur from his tears

"Come on!" Makoto said as he shook the chair the boy was strapped to "SCREAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"

"SOMEONE PLEASE!" The boy screamed as loud as he could, but only received silence that was only broken by his assailants soft chuckles

"Hear that?" Makoto asked as he leaned forward and whispered into the boys ear "Nothing. No one's coming to save you."

Makoto donned a sinister smile as he slowly creeped until he was in front of the boy again

"Like I said before..." Makoto said as he placed one of his hands on each of the boy's arms that were strapped to the arms of the chair "You're locked here in the dark depths of hell with me. And I'm something far worse than any Devil..."

Makoto leaned in closer until he was face-to-face with the terrified boy before his eyes became a bright yellow "I'm Death himself, and I've just found a new playmate."

The bluenette chuckled as he took a few steps back, the darkness of the room completely shrouded him except for his glowing yellows eyes that faded away in the literal blink of an eye.

The sound of soft chuckling and footsteps could be heard, once again circling the boy who was still rendered defenceless.

"So, how about a little game to start us off?" Makoto asked, his voice now a bit lower and huskier like when he disguised himself but also a bit more ravenous to sound more deranged to boot. He'd always found that people always seemed to be more terrified of lunatics and such, so he did his best to sound and act more insane during these sorts of confrontations.

"Alright..." Makoto stopped in front of the boy again as he took a step forward to reveal himself and his knife "I want you to tell me who I am, where you are, and why I'm doing this to you." he walked closer and tapped the boys finders with the spine of his blade "If you're wrong, I'm going to hurt you... That simple."

"Now..!" Makoto took a step back "Let us begin : Where are you?"

"U-Uh... Err..." The boy looked around. The room he was in was dark and was only illuminated slightly by a few candles that had been set up around him, and the room was also rather cold despite it being the middle of July. Other than that, there was nothing to go on.

"Uh..." The boy's mind started to panic as he kept drawing blanks

"Did I mention I might kill you if you say nothing?" Makoto asked casually, he'd heard that saying might and leaving it up to possibility made people become more fearful and frantic than if said with certainty "Clock's ticking."

"P-Port Island!" The boy screamed the first place that came to mind which was the name of where Iwatodai, the school and such were located

"Hmm... To vague." Makoto replied, that could've meant too many places

"Uh... B-By Paulownia mall?" The boy guessed as he silently prayed

"Hmm.. Not bad.." Makoto congratulated "But a little more, please."

"Uh... By that place that sells the uniforms to Gekko high..." The boy tried to give more details "I-I don't remember the name of t, but..'

Makoto narrowed his eyes "Did you wake up before coming here?" he asked

The boy shook his head "N-No! I swear it's a guess!" The boy begged for him to believe him which seemed to bear fruit

"Alright, who am I?" Makoto asked as he tapped his foot "Other than the guy who kidnapped you. How'd i do that? Let's just say timing was important."

"U-Uh... You're um..." The boy searched his brain. He could've sworn that he'd seen this boy before, but he was drawing a blank. All he could do was shout the name that felt the most right "Sakuya Norumi!"

Makoto chuckled "Nope..." He said as he was raised his knife before pausing "You know what? If you get the next one right, you'll get a pass." He gave the boy a small ray of hope as he asked "So, why am i doing this?"

"You.. you're..." The boy gulped, there were a lot of people who probably wanted to hurt him but he never expected anything like... this. "M-Me and my buddies must've tried to hurt you at some point... And this is payback, right?"

Makoto chuckled again as he took a step forward as he bit his lip "Not bad, just one thing..."

He leaned forward, still having that unsettling smirk on his face as he whispered into the boy's ear "You forgot to ask if I'm a liar."

Suddenly, Makoto jabbed his knife straight into the boy's hand which made the young man scream in pain

"You're in one of Iwatodai's abandoned buildings, not too far from the station. My name is Makoto Yuki, and you're one of the punks that I had to deal with when some retards decided to go and ask some questions..." He explained as he twisted the knife that was still in the punk's hand "... Not long after, I have a hit out on me from those assholes that run that revenge website that's been going around. So.."

Makoto pulled his knife as hard as he could with his nigh-inhuman strength and effectively divided the punk's hand in half "Who ordered the damn hit..."

The punk was too busy screaming from the pain of his hand being divided into two that he couldn't even answer the question.

Makoto grabbed him by the throat "I said : Who dammit!"

"I don't know!" The punk the screamed as he shook his head and tears started falling like a river

"Grgh.." Makoto grunted as he grabbed one of the candles and brought it up to his knife "Give me something to go on..."

"i don't know, i don't know..!" The punk kept repeating over and over "I swear i don't know anything!"

"Right~..." Makoto sighed as he continued to remain silent for several minutes before approaching the punk again "You know, I think I'm a bit of a pyro. It's a little ironic because I watched my family burn, and on my seventh birthday too." he said before looking down and into the punk's terrified eyes

"I wouldn't look down..." Makoto said as he brought his knife to the punk's throat, the heat radiating off the blade made him look up as to avoid physical contact.

But, as soon as he looked up, Makoto took the opportunity to quickly pour some of the candle wax into the punk's right eye which made him scream in agony as the damage probably half-blinded him for life

"Who?" Makoto repeated his question, but he only received more screams in return

He sighed "Dammit..." he muttered annoyed as he crouched down.

He took the liberty of rendering him barefoot before and strapped his legs and ankles just like his hands, so all Makoto had to do was place his heated blade against the arch of his foot and the boy was put into even more agonizing pain as the smell of burning flesh filled the air

"Who?!" Makoto screamed his previous question again

"I don't know!" The punk screamed again which made Makoto curse in frustration as he stood back up

"Goddammit!" Makoto cursed as he kicked the punk hard in the chest which caused the chair to topple over.

Makoto stood over the crying punk and placed his foot against his throat "Give me something, you worthless piece of shit. Pale guy, Gothic chick, and bluenette with glasses!"

"I... I don't know.." The punk whimpered which caused Makoto to increase the pressure on his throat before he shouted "All I know is that they make deals with Shinjiro! Sometimes they exchange money for some pills or something, that's all I know I swear!"

"Hmm..." Makoto chuckled as he removed his foot from the punk's throat "Well, god damn. That is something new."

"That's all I know, that's all I know, that's all I know..." The punk kept repeating in whimpers as he cried from the torture he endured

"Shh, shh..." Makoto whispered as he walked away for a moment "It's alright..." he assured as he tightly clutched a hammer that he had set aside

"I believe you." Makoto said as his eyes once again glowed a bright yellow


Port Island Station ; Back alley

Makoto kept his hands in his pockets an his head down as he walked through the same place that he'd been to about a month before now.

As soon as he arrived at the place that he'd hurt so many of the punk's friends, they all scattered as to not be in that scenario again. They may have talked big, but none of them ever had the guts to actually do anything when the time came.

Of course, there was one tall beanie wearing boy that still core a peacoat despite the warm weather.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Shinjiro asked, the way his head was tilted down made it difficult to see his eyes

"Right back at ya." Makoto shot back as he approached the boy "Shinjiro right?"

"What do you want?" Shinjiro asked wanting to get to the point as soon as possible "You shouldn't be here."

"Pale guy, gothic chick, bluenette with glasses..." Makoto relayed the descriptions of those that had tried to kill him "They tried to kill me, which means someone tried to put a hit out on me. I want to know who."

"Think I know?" Shinjiro asked, though, there was a faint of concern in his eyes as soon as the word 'kill' came into the conversation.

"I think you're the only lead I have since you make deals with them, am I wrong?" Makoto asked as he narrowed his eyes and took note of every movement and expression the taller boy made

Shinjiro kept a serious look on his face with his eyes seemed cast to the side as to seem disinterested and uncaring, but someone as truly apathetic as Makoto could easily tell the difference between him and Shinjiro was only pretending to not care.

"I can't get them to stop goin' after you if that's what you're thinking." Shinjiro said as he stood up, even while hunched over he made Makoto look like he was child-like in comparison "You want my advice? Try talkin' to Mitsuru, I doubt she'll complain."

"So does this mean your relationship with Strega is purely business?" Makoto asked as he saw the taller boy look uneasy for a moment "You buy drugs off them, right? But you don't look stupid enough to be buying just any street crap, so what're-"

"I told you what I could, now go." Shinjiro demanded as he looked into the bluenettes eyes. Whatever emotions Makoto was feeling, he was certainly good at hiding it as his face was completely devoid of any emotion.

"Hmph." As annoying as it was, he didn't look like he was lying. It seemed like this whole trip was a complete waste of time after all

"Go shove your head back in your ass." Makoto said before walking away as his eyes briefly glowed a dim blue from his frustration.


Home

"Dammit." Makoto muttered as soon as he got home. A week of searching for something and his only decent lead was worthless. Shinjiro was friends with Akihiko so it wasn't like he could just do what he did to that punk.

What was he supposed to do now? Strega didn't seem to know where he lived, but there was still the issue of them wanting to kill them and just who sent them?

Sure, he didn't have a lot of friends but he hadn't done anything that warranted a death sentence. There's also the matter of just where Strega even came from to begin with!

Sure, there were other persona users out there, that much is certain. The questioned lies in the fact that Chidori and Jin used Evokers much like SEES did as well, but why? Why did they have those to begin with, especially since SEES didn't seem to know anything about them.

Just what the hell did this all mean? If only he had something to go on...

Suddenly, Makoto's phone began to vibrate in his pocket

"Huh?" Makoto pulled out his phone and answered "Hello?"

"Miss me?" And there was the one girl he gave his number to

"What is it, Kotone?" Makoto asked as he sat on his sofa in front of the TV that was broadcasting about a boy who had been left tortured, dead, and then abandoned near the Iwatodai station.

"First, important question : Do you have any summer plans?" She asked a question that seemed more trivial than anything

Makoto let out a "Huh.." as he remembered that summer break was approaching, something he had completely forgotten about until today "No, not really. Why?"

Kotone giggled from the other end of the phone "Then you're in luck because I just got you into a vacation to Yakushima!" she announced loudly which forced the bluenette to put some space between his ear and the phone

"And you can afford this... How?" He asked, he may not have been a vacation person but even he knew that a trip like that would be costly

"Mitsuru-senpai is covering the whole thing!" She answered, the only was she could sound more excited is if she was actually there jumping up and down...

... Was she jumping up and down?

"Alright, and you managed to convince her take me... how again?" Even after Minato's takeover during the last operation, he wasn't exactly liked by SEES ; He was merely tolerated as they held on to the though that despite everything, he wasn't all bad.

Kotone giggled some more and Makoto just knew that she was grinning on the other end "It went like this..."


Earlier(?)

Everyone gathered at the table that was usually reserved for dinning purposes. Just a few moments ago, Ikutsuki had suggested the idea of taking everyone to the Kirijo vacation home in Yakushima which everyone agreed to.

However, there was only one thought about the redhead with a heart of pure gold!

"What about Makoto-kun?!" She cried out to everyone in a voice so innocent that angels from the heavens cried

"You're right..." Mitsuru agreed as she too began to cry "We must include him!"

"Yeah, he's so~ cool!" Yukari cooed as she made a dreamy face like a stereotypical high school girl fantasizing over some boy

"He's not so bad..." Akihiko said as he looked down, currently wishing that he was as cool as that weird bluenette

"Yeah, I totally feel super bad for snapping on him the other day.." Junpei said as he fell to the floor in prostration from his shame

Ikutsuki, who was watching the events unfold sniffled as he wiped a tear from his eye "So beautiful..." Was the only way he could describe the scene

Truly, it was something so amazing that it should be forever remembered in human history.


Present

Makoto blinked as Kotone relayed the entire story to him "... Is that really what happened?" He asked rhetorically

"As far as you're concerned it is!" She shot back from the other end "Oh, and maybe it's where Mitsuru's father will be and we'll get to ask about the Dark Hour."

And just like that, Makoto's interest was piqued "Hmm... when is it?" He asked as he looked at the calendar he had on the wall

"After exams, we'll be leaving on the twentieth." Kotone answered as she listed a few more details such as the length and such.

"Well..." Makoto thought to himself. It would give him a break from having to lookout for Strega, but it'd also disrupt any time he had searching for any information on them.

Then again, this was where Mitsuru's father would be. If nothing else, he might even get some answers as to what happened ten years ago and maybe even a few names for his list.

"... Yeah, I can go." Makoto agreed which caused him to hear a cheer from the other side

"Yippee!" Kotone yelled in glee, she must've been excited at the prospect of getting someone as anti-social as Makoto in an actual social area for more than a few short hours.

"Uh-huh, so thanks for that." Makoto said as he sighed, it was at moments like this he wondered if she got all of her energy by draining his somehow.

"That's it? Just a thank you?!" Kotone yelled from the other end "I'm giving you the chance to see Mitsuru-senpai and Yukari-chan - the two most desired girls in school- in swimsuits! You're about to live every boy's dream!"

"Eh, I don't really care to be honest." Makoto dismissed the idea. While he wasn't asexual, he just never considered girls to be important nor did he ever find any reason to pursue any relationships since they probably wouldn't even last to begin with.

"W-Wha- H-How...?" Suddenly, a thought occurred in Kotone's mind that just made her feel awkward "Wait... um... Are you... uh..."

"Into dicks? No, I just don't care." Makoto answered bluntly

"Er... Well, that's one way to put it." Kotone said which made her realize how awkward she had just made anything "See you on the twentieth?"

"See you then." Makoto said as he hung up and put his phone away.

"Pharos..." Makoto looked back at his little friend who had a smile on his face "This is clearly the best month ever for you."

"I wonder what their choices will be..." Pharos thought out loud, the multiple choices and variations going through his mind. Who was using a one-piece and who was using a two-piece... What if they all went in two-pieces?!

Makoto chuckled as he sat back down and started flipping through the channels "You're too much as times."

So now, he was stuck going on a vacation at Yakushima after exams. There he might be able to learn about what happened ten years ago, and maybe even add a few names to widen his search.

What's the worse that could happen, right?


And that is that.

Hmm.. longer than your usual chapters.

Eh, blame the torture scene. Why'd I write that? To show just how far he'll go to get what he wants. I don't know if I made it clear, but not all of what Makoto did was because of his own mental instability, he just knows how to terrify people.

Half-blinding people... Fuck *rubs eye patch*

Oh, yes, I had forgotten that you were stabbed in the eye.

Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. Then, 'father' healed it and gouged it out all over again when I was being used as a meat suit. IT FUCKING HURTS!

He he, nothing like pissing off AT Makoto. Also, I'd just like to say : HOLY FUCKING SHIT! 100 reviews in just 17 chapters? What the fuck?! You guys are awesome! You are awesome people among the gods of awesomeness! Thank you all so much!

Kiss up.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, MOTHER FUCKER!

...

Well, that was easy.