DISCLAIMER TO PREVENT LAWSUIT: Persona 3 and related characters are property of Atlus. Roy Fortune is mine, though, so NO STEALING.
Ah, Japan. I've kinda missed this place. I say 'kinda' because I lived here till I was like six years old before I got shipped back to America to live with my dad's family when my parents died. But whatever. I'm back now I'm going to this really expensive private school in Iwatodai called Gekkoukan High. Sounds preppy as hell.
God I love my music. Then again, I also like explosions and judicious applications of Kill It With Fire and/or There Is No Kill Like Overkill. Yeah, I'm a troper. So sue me, it's kept my ass from getting put into the hospital.
Anywho, ridin' on a subway train to the station near the dorm I'm going to be staying at. I'm almost thankful I lived in Seattle, so the time in Japan is actually BEHIND what I'm used to by about eight hours, and seeing as I have a funky sleep schedule already, this should pose no problem for me.
The train screeched to a stop and I saw it flashing a notification that this was Iwatodai Sation, which is the exact stop I need. I stood up and grabbed my bag, then stepped off the train and onto the platform.
Now which pocket did I put that map in... AH HA. Found it. Okay, so which way is the do-
Ah, damn it, my MP3 player died... Oh, no, wait, it's Hell Time. It's this weird thing that happens where the world turns green, water turns to blood, electronics stop working, and people turn into coffins. Happens at eight in the morning for me back home, so this is pretty handy. Still, it's fun to play Ninja and mess with stuff during that time and then watch as people freak out when it ends.
I gotta admit, Hell Time looks a lot more disturbingly awesome at night. And check out the moon! Damn, dude! Ah well. Shit's not so bad. I can totally get more sleep this way, and that's fine by me. I take damn near everything in stride. I'm just cool like that.
Now let's see if I can read these directions right...
Finally found the dorm. Hard to read Japanese street signs when it's dark like this, but it's not like I'm ever going to be out and about during this time anyways.
Why do I feel like I'm going to be proven wrong at some point in the near future? Bah, whatever. Happens more often then I'd like, but oh well.
I'm suspicious, why the fuck are the lights on in the dorm during Hell Time? I MUST INVESTIGATE. I opened the door and stepped inside, looking around curiously as I set my bag down and pulled my headphones off and set them dangling around my neck.
What in the... Whoa, this kid can move during Hell Time? I've never seen anyone else around before now...
"I've been waiting a long time for you. Now if you want to proceed..." The kid said before snapping his fingers, a folder appearing as he somehow moved to standing infront of me instantly. "Please sign your names there."
Okay, this kid is cool, even if he does have creepily bright blue eyes. Then again, my eyes are orange so who am I to judge? And I just noticed he's speaking English. Strange, but okay.
"It's a contract." he explained. "Don't worry, all it says is that you'll accept full responsibility for your actions. You know, the usual stuff."
Pfft, I always take responsibility for my insanity. But if you need it in writing, alright then. I walked over and signed my name in English. Because I can.
"No one can escape time." said the kid as he took the contract. "It delivers us all to the same end." He held the contract over the right half of his face. "You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes."
He moved his hand and the contract just plain vanished into nothingness.
"Nice trick." I haven't seen anyone that good at slight of hand since... me.
"And so it begins..." he smiled as he stepped back, the lights going out as he vanished into the darkness. That kid is badass, and he knows how to make a damn good exit. I'll have to strike up a conversation with the little guy next chance I get.
My attention was drawn to the scorce of the voice. It was a girl in a pink sweater with brown hair and a gun strapped to her thigh.
Wait, a gun?
Pinky was looking at me like she'd seen a ghost, not to mention hyperventilating as her hand hovered closer to her pistol before snapping to grab hold of it.
Both me and Pinky looked back towards the stairs where a very attractive redheaded woman in a white blouse with a gun belted to her waist and big heeled boots was staring at us. My right arm was up over my chest poised to throw the playing card in my hand when the lights came back on and "Monsters" by Matchbook Romance resumed playing from my headphones.
'We are, we are the shaken! We are the monsters, underneath your bed!'
I looked at the card I was holding(An Ace of Spades if you're wondering), then slid it back into my sleeve and turned down my tunes as the redhead walked over and stood next to Takeba.
"I didn't think you would arrive so late." said the redhead, looking at me. "My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. I'm one of the students who live in this dorm."
Takeba glanced over at Mitsuru. "Who's he?"
"Roy Fortune, at your service." I replied with a smug tone, bowing slightly. My name is awesome. Or at least I like to think so.
Mitsuru-san nodded. "He's a transfer student. It was a last minute decision to assign him here. He'll eventually be moved to a room in the boy's dorm."
Wait, what? The info thing I got said this dorm was co-ed! What the hell!
"Is it okay for him to be here?"
I don't think she likes me. Just as well, bitch tried to shoot me.
"I guess we'll see..." commented Mitsuru before motioning to the girl next to her with the card in her hand. "This is Yukari Takeba. She'll be a junior this spring, just like you."
"Nice to meet you." I smiled and tipped my fedora. I'm avoiding bringing up the gun, mainly because it honestly doesn't bother me despite the fact that, as I recall, it's a crazy illegal to have one in Japan if you're not a cop.
"Uh, y-yeah..." Yukari stammered in response. "Nice to meet you too..."
"It's getting late, so you should get some rest." stated Mitsuru. "Your room is on the second floor at the end of the hallway. Your things should already be there."
"Oh, I'll show you the way. Follow me." I grabbed my bag and started following Yukari. We rounded up the stairs and I noticed a mini-lounge and some vending machines.
This is an awesome dorm. They can't make me move out.
I followed her to the end of the hall, where she turned around and handed me a key, then motioned to the door.
"This is it..." Yukari said. "Pretty easy to remember, huh? ...Since it's right at the end of the hall. Oh yeah, make sure you don't lose your key, or you'll never hear the end of it... So, any questions?"
"Not really." I lied. Judging from the fact neither she nor Mitsuru brought up Jailhouse Kid, they probably don't know about him. And they probably have a reason for not asking me about Hell Time. Maybe it has something to do with whatever the hell 'S.E.E.S.' is. It's written on the red armband both Yukari and Mitsuru have.
"Um... Hey, can I ask you something?"
"On your way here from the station, was everything okay?"
I raised an eyebrow. "If by okay, you mean nothing that hasn't happened to me before, then yeah, everything was cool."
Yukari blinked in surprise again. Is she always like this?
"Uh, anyways, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight!" And off she goes. Wait, how can she run in a skirt THAT short? Bah, whatever. I slipped into my room and sighed. I tossed my hat off and onto the desk, then noticed a box on my bed. I opened it and found a few school uniforms inside.
I forgot about that detail, but oh well! Looks pretty cool, and if Yukari and Mitsuru are any indication, you can get away with making tweaks to it, which is epic because plain black and white is not my style. I shrugged, then took off my awesome maroon jacket and set it on the back of the rolling chair near the desk. Then I changed to my PJs and flopped into bed after I set my alarm.
Let's see if I can get some sleep...
Author Notes - HI THERE INTERNET.
Pretty crappy way to start off my first fanfic, huh? Well, hopefully it'll get better. The version you're looking at is a third revision(yes, I'm admitting to re-writing this before even posting it because I'm weird), and I'm technically not done with said revision(still working on it. I got up to just after the Emperess and Emperor fight before I started trying to re-write everything because it made no sense.) so as I get it fixed, I'll post it up. I've actually got a few more chapters ready, so those'll come up pretty soon.
Now to explain this floodgate of madness. Well, I'm just going to throw my hands up and say it outright; I'm a fan of the Fairly English Story and Lusnati Style. And I have an over-active imagination and very weird perceptions of Minato Arisato and Souji Seta's thought processes durring the events of their respective Persona games. A bit too weird, in my oppinion, for me to actually work with if I put the perspective inside their heads, so when I was boredly re-reading Lusnati Style the other day I got an idea; Why not try what DropletOfSour(the mad genius) did and stuff an original character into Minato's place and see what happens? And so yeah, that's how this was spawned.
Anywho, I'll stop rambling now. And hey, anybody reading this, can you PLEASE review the living hell out of it? I want to know if I'm doing a good job so I can try to improve. Plus I wanna know if I suck at this or not, so yeah.