A/N: okay, i'll admit right now, there's a line in here that Yosuke (of course) uses... its terrible but i watch bible black somewhere before writing that line -hides in shame- and Kitami-sensei inspired that line, because it was the only thing from that series that stuck in my mind... namely cause every time she came on screen i had to say it XD for those of you that don't know, don't watch it, just don't, i like reading my lemons, and as an experiment and boredom watched it, lemons are so much better in text imo... but that face... honestly had me laughing the whole time XD

okay, moving past that horrible admission... oh who am i kidding i'm a romantic-pervert extraordinaire... hentai is just so useless to me... anywho... HERE IS NEW CHAPPY! -claps hands- yay! and finally moving on to what i find funny... and this is actually the first scene i thought up that actually made this entire thing possible... so you can see why its such a long chap XD

yatta yatta...

ENJOY!


*click* Channel 04

Ksssshh… it seemed that for whatever reason the Tvs weren't tuning in… for quite some time…

After about five minutes and no show later, Izanagi-no-Okami had stepped in front of the swirling, static-y wall of Tvs, tapping his chin and seemingly staring vacantly at them, perhaps examining them for some 'flaw' that was making it harder to pick up the signal… where-ever that signal came from.

Seeing as nothing was going on, the gang went about what normal teenagers did when bored, socialize!

Right, normal

Naoto was still holding her head, the gushy scenes from 'Trail of the Dragon Version 2.0' making her want to slam her head into something, or someone into something… Naoto Shirogane wasn't normally a violent person, she liked to take things apart, figure them out, and put them back together 'better' then they were before… with improvements! Removing her thumb and index finger from the bridge of her nose, the young Detective took a moment to examine the current 'damage' this charade had caused on the group moral…

Yosuke and Chie in their little corner were arguing, rather animatedly over 'who was who' in the previous channel, even though it was already pretty obvious that Chie had been the Shinosuke character, a wandering kung-fu master who was too thick to realize the cute assassin-Konoichi that followed him around liked him, AKA Kaede… so that meant Chie was the badass hero with Yosuke being the love-sick ninja-esque person following her around… the implications were tremendous, and would bring about any amount of gossip if it were to ever leave this group. Her Detective senses were telling her that while the two looked 'normal' and 'unaffected' on the outside, with their banter, and food fight as Chie yet again threw the popcorn bowl of unknown quantities at the messy burnt orange haired boy. But there were differences, her Detective's intuition was telling her that… or it may have been the fact that Suzuka Gongen, the stoic woman-warrior, was leaning, rather comfortably, against Susano-o, the windy, wild, ninja-like persona as she seemed to be inspecting her naginata, making it LOOK like she was only using him as a back rest, and he didn't even look perturbed in the slightest.

Cobalt brow quirked as she turned her narrow gaze to the left…

Yukiko and their leader… all of about two feet from her… 'leaning' on each other… comfortably…

Naoto tried to remain 'professional' as she remembered the apparent 'return' of this 'Princess Yukiko', Yukiko-senpai's shadow-self portrayed on the original midnight channel. She coughed, ignoring the memory of what was on the screen… and the burning on her cheeks because of it… again, 'professional'…

Ignoring that… uncomfortable trail of thought, she looked over to their comrades on her other side, idly noting that Amaterasu, Yukiko's shining featureless-goddess of a persona had somehow made her way to standing next to the questionably perturbed Izanagi-no-Okami. The shinning goddess merely stood near him, watching as he fiddled with the remote from the abyss.

Her eyes trailed onto Teddie and Rise, whatever observations she could have made of those two in their 'natural' environment were crushed as both sensor-types seemed to cue in on her 'curiosity', Teddie turning fully towards her waving animatedly while Rise just seemed to smirk like the cat who ate the canary. Naoto scowled at that, not only that the two seemed to always know when someone looked their way, but that Rise always looked like she knew something the young 'Detective' didn't… and Naoto Shirogane didn't like not knowing something.

Her only viable response was to narrow her already narrowed eyes at her classmate, inciting an even more obvious grin from the former idol.

The staring contest would have continued if something hadn't blocked her view…

Naoto blinked as something mostly white popped into her view, and she heard a growl from the punk that was sitting next to her…

"No! What do you think you're doin'!" Kanji hopped up from his seat, protectively guarding the vaulted 'popcorn bowl' as it appeared that Yamato-Takeru had hopped down, or been let go, from Rokuten Maoh, and for whatever reason was trying to snatch some popcorn… from Kanji…

Naoto blinked again, watching as her persona, with his mask still up showing his black featureless face, glowing yellow eyes narrowed on the bleach-haired punk, as he tried to snatch the bowl. Kanji, in some feat of acrobatic skill not normally associated with someone of his size, deftly dodge the only slightly smaller Persona. The general looking persona seemed to glare, crouching and trying to make a grab again, only for Kanji to hold the bowl over his head and stick his tongue out at the irritated human-sized persona. Yamato-Takeru clinched his fists, shaking them at his sides in a manner that suggested he'd be shouting at the boy if he were human…

Kanji only snorted, "Wassa matter man? Cat got your tongue!" he grinned cheekily at the silent persona, laughing as Yamato-Takeru stomped his boot into the ground between the punk and the still sitting Detective.

Naoto could only raise a brow at her Persona, what the hell was he doing? Her eyes became increasingly speculative as the ramifications and insinuations started piling up in her head… if Yamato-Takeru was her inner-self, which he was, and he was interacting freely, openly, comfortably with, of all people, Kanji Tatsumi, and the two were 'playing around' like they were now… her left eye twitched by the time Rokuten Maoh had reached down, seeming to find it time to end this 'game' by taking its large hand and grabbing the bowl of infinite popcorn between its index finger and thumb with such gentle ease it would be thought impossible for something his size. Another odd thing, Kanji's dismayed reaction to his own Persona's actions, and hers…

Yamato-Takeru seemed to watch the bowl as Rokuten Maoh straightened up, and its yellow eyes seemed to crinkle, like it was… smiling? Before he effortlessly hopped into the air and flew up to the popcorn bowl, relieving Rokuten Maoh of the tiny thing, before taking a handful and stuffing it in his face…

"Argh! Rat-bastard!" Kanji yelled up at his persona, shaking his fist and stomped his foot, reflexively going into a battle ready stance…

If that wasn't weird enough, Yamato-Takeru, still floating in air like a fairy, seemed to take a posture like he was blowing a raspberry at the punk while holding the bowl as far away as he could… while somehow Rokuten Maoh managed to grab some popcorn out of the bowl and eat it…

It boggled the mind…

Naoto was staring, as uncouth as it was, she couldn't help but stare at what was happening in front of her… thank god the others were distracted with themselves to notice this… At least that's what the poor young Detective thought until she heard that giggle, only for her cobalt eyes to turn and notice a certain Maroon haired young pop-idol grinning at her. Naoto tried to ignore the embarrassment she felt, there really was no reason she should feel that way about anything…

"Gimme that you buzzing little bastard!" for whatever reason, Yamato-Takeru was taunting Kanji, but the 'buzzing' 'little' persona had miscalculated his distance, and Kanji's ability to jump, and was currently in a tug-of-war with the large punk over who gets the popcorn bowl. It seemed to be a stalemate for a moment, until for apparently no-reason what-so-ever, the tiny persona let go… its yellow eyes just staring blankly as Kanji fell back from the force he had put into trying to yank the bowl back…

Unfortunately…

"Ack!" "AHH!"

The force and direction that Kanji went resulted in him falling/slamming onto a rather bewildered Naoto who had been sitting rather close to the 'quarrel'. This resulted with him somehow landing on top of the diminutive girl, his face somewhere between her stomach an 'bindings' as Naoto had at the last second tried futilely to scoot away, only to make this situation more complicated because of the position change. Yes, Kanji Tatsumi was partially on top of, and between her legs with his head within snorting distance either up or down of touching something that would normally result in a slap… but he had saved the popcorn, as he held his hands above his head with the popcorn bowl between them, ironically resulting in pinning the smaller girl between his elbows…

Compromising position indeed…

Naoto, from her position of for once looking 'down' at Kanji, noticed two things. 1. Her cap was missing. 2. Yamato-Takeru was giggling. Anything beyond that was blocked out thoroughly by the red blush on her face and the fact that Kanji was somewhat on top of her with a similar look of 'oh my god I'm going to die' on his face.

Everything stopped…

"Woohoo! Go Kanji-kun! About time you made your move!" there was only one person, one person alone that would break any silence in such a way, and she just made the top of Naoto's list…

Rise's comment only opened the floor for more snickering and jibs.

Naoto's face somehow went redder, only this time from the murderous rage she was leveling Rise's way.

Kanji gulped, slightly thankful for Rise's distraction, because not only did it distract Naoto from leveling that murderous gaze at him, it rebooted his brain away from 'those' thoughts as he quickly made to disentangle himself from the girl before she noticed anything… like the blood trickling down his nose. The punk managed to sit hunched facing away from the girl he kinda had a crush on, holding the popcorn bowl in one hand, while having the other cupped around the lower half of his face, hoping he didn't bleed on anything. Only two things were running through his mind; how close he was, and how soft she was…

"Shit!" the punk snorted loudly.

Naoto on the other hand was currently counting back from a thousand… it was supposed to be a 'stress-relief' technique… she was at 978, and still wanting to pull her gun on someone. 977, breathe out, 976, breathe in, 975, clinch teeth, 974, find cap…

Bzzzzzt! … all the TVs flipped on, a white-'fog' seeming to pass over most of them, a light melody playing barely above a whisper, a whoosh of air had the 'fog' seemingly start to clear, bringing a slight view of something within…

At the sudden change in the lighting of the stage area, with the bright white from the TVs contrasted by the lowering of the 'normal' lights, most of the gang and their Persona looked towards the wall of TVs. Izanagi-no-Okami had his hands raised above his hands in what looked like a 'Victory!' gesture, Amaterasu had apparently gone back to her seat at some point before. So while everyone else was looking at this new 'foggy' scene with piqued eyebrows and renewed interest, and popcorn abound, Naoto still had her eyes closed, gritting her teeth and kept counting backwards.

Thankfully, Izanagi-no-Okami just happened to be standing in her view of the TVs…

There was a slow pan as the 'fog' seemed to clear some, revealing what looked like a scene out of a sauna…

"Waaaiiitt~" Yosuke rubbed his chin; a strange sense was tingling causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. His brown eyes squinted at the scene as it slowly started to clear up; looking like someone was 'in' the sauna… Jacuzzi… thing, "Doesn't this look like-"

Sadly he didn't get to finish his sentence, for whatever reason Chie had smack a hand over his mouth, sadly miscalculating her arm strength and knocked him over causing the Junes heir to smack his head pretty hard on the floor, possibly causing a concussion…

the scene continued to clear up, the panning not stopping from its zooming in, until it was clear to everyone watching that there was indeed a person, lounging rather comfortably on the bench in the sauna~jacuzzi~thing…

Certain details about the person weren't exactly clear due to the still heavy fog, but it was clear to the onlooker that the person was lightly skinned, relatively of a smaller build with dark hair, though the color was obscured from the mist so it was anywhere from black to a mild brown, who knew…

And from what looked like a large unmistakably white spot over the 'person's' lap, more than likely a towel, it was unanimously decided it was definitely male…

At the sound of Yosuke's head cracking on the ground and the subsequent whispered shout of "Oh shit!" coming from Chie, the majority of the crew turned reflexively to see what was happening between the 'happy couple' now…

Except for Naoto, she was somewhere around 843 and still had her index and thumb pinching the bridge of her nose…

But that wasn't what Kanji saw when he looked over, instead of seeing the distinct Detective's cap when he leaned slightly down just to make sure the diminutive young woman he kinda had a thing for wasn't still beating herself up for whatever reason, no… no… his view of her was obscured by a long whitish object pointed towards the sky and glowing yellow eyes staring at him from blankness…

The mist had finally cleared enough to get a good look at the 'man' sitting rather exposed enjoying the wet heat. He looked to be about 5' 6", give or take a few inches, relatively short but not necessarily beyond the average, with a well-toned svelte body glistening with sweat from the sauna. The camera panned across his chest, denoting a relatively unimportant necklace made of black rope hung loosely over his exposed collar bone, his arms out stretched on both sides on the back board, noting a lithe frame that suggested an odd amount of femininity in this 'man', mainly from his longer neck and thinner wrists and lack of bulging muscles most of the testosterone race were noted for.

His head was leaned back so it was hard to get a good look at his hair or face, but it was easy to note the absolute contentment in his completely relaxed form…

Even if he only had a small towel covering his modesty…

Yamato-Takeru seemed to be staring straight at Kanji, gold eyes and featureless face not moving a… 'muscle?' as a slight scowl came to the punk's features. Naoto's persona was weird, he'd admit that, it acted exactly like her at times, like many of the others, then it seemed to do random crap, like earlier with the popcorn bowl, and now sitting between him and 'his' master for whatever reason… just staring at him.

Speaking of popcorn…

Kanji's grey eyes caught the sight of movement just below his peripheries and instinctively went to grab whatever it was… kick, punch to the gut, whatever he'd stop it!

Too bad it was just the gloved hand of Yamato-Takeru snagging some more popcorn from the bowl in the punk's lap…

The man sighed deeply as he leaned his head forward, cobalt blue hair flinging forward and covering his eyes and lightly touching the dusting across his cheeks. His hair was long for a man's style…

Yamato-Takeru continued to stare as Kanji lifted his eyes from the general-persona's hand. A light dusting crossed the punk's cheeks as he noticed two things, one that he was touching Naoto's persona… and two, that the General looking just-shorter-then-him persona had really dainty wrists… was Naoto sure her persona was male?

Yamato-Takeru just stared blankly with yellow glowing eyes as he popped more popcorn in… it's… 'mouth'?

A twinge in the back of Naoto's head told her she should probably be paying attention, but she was only down to 786…

there was a sudden shift in motion as the camera panned away from the surprised young 'man' as the sound of a sliding door not far to his right showed not only the emergence of more light into the sensually lit sauna but also the rather… 'voluptuous' form of someone that was clearly female entering the domain…

"Oh man," a resigned sigh came from the far left of the group.

"Yea, I know," munching on popcorn, "I just know where this is going…"

There were collective nods around the group and 'mmhmm's along a snicker or two from Rise. The collective sounds reached Kanji's ears and caused him to look up at the screen, just as the 'steamy' fog was clearing…

the cobalt haired young man raised his head at the incoming figure, his cobalt eyes calculating as he scanned her form, noting every inch and putting it to memory, even the way the towel hugged her shapely form. A raised brow and slight smirk came to his face.

The young woman, who looked eerily similar to the man, being of similar height and build, with broader shoulders then most woman and a sharper jawline giving her a normally fiercer look, if she hadn't been shyly trying to cover herself in an obviously 'too small' towel and hiding her eyes in her much longer, if not similar, hair.

The hungry look that came over the man's face gave away his intent…

"Rape-face," Yosuke said flatly.

"What?"

Only for the camera to pan to the 'shy' young woman, donning a glint in her similarly colored eyes that contradicted her 'shy' actions earlier…

"Heeeey," Teddie, being oblivious, pointed out, "Don't those two look just like Nao-" he got that far before being jumped by Rise, her hand held firmly over the bear-in-a-human's-body's mouth.

"Shh! Ruining the kinky atmosphere!" she whispered rather loudly into his ear, garnering a flash of sparkles as 'understanding' came to the bishounen.

Everyone else remained silent… and passed the popcorn.

The 'Male' spread his legs and laid his arms along the back panel, garnering a more comfortable position. He smirked viciously, reaching out one hand and extending his index finger and curling it in a 'come hither' motion towards the 'Female'. She looked coy for a moment, before the obvious fire in her eyes matched his, and sauntered over towards him, swaying her shapely hips obviously. A cobalt brow cocked on the 'Male's' face, his smirk joining it as she came closer and he shamelessly feasted on her with his eyes. The 'Female' stepped between his legs, giving a cocky look for a moment before sitting on one knee straddling it, her similarly cobalt eyes glaring fire challengingly at the 'Male's', just daring him to do something…

"Rape-face," a certain burnt-orange haired young man put in, again.

"Oh, shut up!" Chie dutifully smacked him upside the head. Women did NOT have a 'rape-face'.

... and something he did, the young man quickly closed his arms around the voluptuous doppelgänger, garnering a cocky grin they'd all seen on a certain detective once or twice. The young woman, surprised at first, similarly grinned, before diving forward and searing a kiss on the man's lips…

Silence could be heard…

Then popcorn munching…

What happened next, for approximately 10 minutes straight, was the hottest, steamiest, sexiest makeout session in history to date. Somehow it involved groping, devouring kisses, hands in all the right places, and by some miracle of cinematography showed absolutely nothing too indecent.

While Yosuke and Chie were stunned into absolute silence followed by munching of popcorn and not looking at each other or anyone else, Yukiko and their fearless leader were tilting their heads trying to see if they could catch a little of something underneath those damnable towels. On the other side of their group, Rise was biting her knuckle, caught somewhere between snickering, squealing, and doing something entirely indecent. But again, confirming in her mind that this was the best idea she'd ever had. Teddie just looked wide eyed and tilted his head, uttering a muffled, "Kuma?" underneath the pop-idol's hand.

And Kanji…

the 'Male' reached his hands up, catching on both the 'Female's' sides, before snaking them down and finding their mark at the bottom of the convenient towel, leaving his hands there and squeezing as she let out a distinctly erotic sound while running her own hands down his lilt form…

… He was trying to make it back to the world of the living as his mind went white and blood rushed in all the wrong places.

To his right he vaguely heard Rise giggling, "Kanji, you're drooling!"

As fate would have, he was, but that wasn't the worst part, for as Kanji was snapping back into reality watching some really, really, really kinky stuff involving two versions of his current crush, said crush seemed to jerk out of her own self-induced blocking out of the world.

When it finally registered to Naoto Shirogane that it was disturbingly quiet she had reached 547. When a certain snickering and discomfort of the presence closest to her made it through her mental defenses she was at 541. When she finally removed her hand from her eyes and blinked back into reality, just as Izanagi-no-Okami was drifting away to fiddle with the 00parts remote again, she was at 536…

When it finally registered to her that on the giant 10-by-10 TV screens that it was herself making out, rather viciously, with herself she lost count all together as the blood rushed out of her face. She never made it to registering that everyone else in their little group was watching, or that Yamato-Takeru was grinning while stuffing its black mass of face with popcorn, because all she saw was two very small towels and a too exposed, too accurate, version of herself grinding on top of her 'ideal' self.

Naoto Shirogane's mind probably broke for a few seconds after that, noted best by the twitching in her left eye.

And before anyone could say a word, an eerily familiar voice came over the screens…

… "Weeelll heeelllloooo~" the exaggerated and flamboyant voice floated in, not stopping or seeming to even be noticed by the 'two' currently going at it onscreen. Eerily rising from the bottom of the screens was the flamboyant version of Kanji's shadow, "If it isn't the concluding chapter of 'Bad, Bad Bathhouse'," he gave a wink and kiss towards the screen, completely obscuring the kink going on behind him, "This is your sensual host, 'Kanji Tatsumi'," the only-wearing-a-towel version of the group's punk made a display of stretching and flexing all in one like his little 'helper' shadows had…

Suddenly it was silent again, a certain level of chagrin showing on the faces of the older members of the group, none more so than Yosuke.

"Aww damnit, not the gay version of Kanji again," he slapped his hand over his eyes; he didn't need the reminder of the gayness.

"Shh!" Chie shushed him, having the tact to keep her thoughts to herself.

The grey haired boy and the Amagi heiress just sighed deeply; there went all the 'fun'.

Rise cocked a maroon brow, before leveling her suspicious gaze with the punk, "What did I miss?" she didn't realize she was still holding her hand over Teddie's mouth, else the idol would have heard more than an earful about that dungeon.

"Uhh…" was Kanji's only response, both mortified at seeing his shadow again, relieved this wasn't some narcissistic dream of Naoto's, and worried said Detective was going to shoot him for finding that extremely hot.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, the little 'Detective Prince' was currently distracted by something else entirely. Yes, somewhere in the back of her mind she still registered that two disturbing versions of herself were making out in the background, but at that moment she was staring at one thing. She'd never seen Kanji without a shirt… or acting so… 'girly'… and confident… Cobalt eyes blinked several times, surprise still etched on her face as red started to color her cheeks.

Rokuten Maoh noticed the small woman staring; the red giant crossed his arms and seemed to puff up, obviously enjoying the attention. When he glanced to his side he noticed Yamato-Takeru had flown up and sat shyly on the giant's large shoulder. Cocking a metallic manly brow, Rokuten Maoh narrowed his eyes at the general-persona. Yamato-Takeru's glowing yellow eyes skirted to the giant's a moment before turning away. The little persona curled up his knees, setting his featureless face on them, and began nervously drawing doodles with his finger. It was cute, and Rokuten Maoh's shoulders shook in a fashion like he was giggling at the cute, little persona.

… "Mmmmhhmmm," the… 'happy' version of Kanji just finished his pretentious stretch, he stood comfortably, not caring he was only in a very small towel, while putting one hand on his cocked hip while the other brought his microphone to his lips, pinky extended, "It seems that more than one sensually deviant activity has found its way in here," he gave a little giggle, leaning in closer to the camera, "quite the surprise, don't you all think?" he winked girlishly to his 'audience', before facing the camera fully taking a step back, "I know most of you were only expecting one spectrum of… 'exploration'," he rolled the word in a decidedly deviant fashion, "but it seems even I can't control 'eeeeeeeverything' that goes on in here… or out of it," again he winked at the screen, pointing at it, almost like he was pointing at a rather specific person through the pane of glass…

Back with the crew, the gang on the sides followed the 'pointing' appendage on screen and found it was aimed directly at Kanji himself, almost like his shadow was talking straight to him.

The large young man blushed, this version of himself making everything seem exceedingly uncomfortable. But there was something… 'different' about his Shadow, while still flamboyant and acting like a total… hrm, his… 'That' version of him seemed more 'confident'? almost like he was perfectly fine with where he was and what he was doing, like he didn't care what others thought, and could enjoy things openly, whether it was considered 'normal' or not.

… "But hmmmmm," the practically nude version of Kanji tapped his lip 'cutely', "while it's nice to see 'others' having fun," he turned around, blocking the view of the 'kink' still going on with the 'Naotos', taking his chin in his hand and crossing his arms, for some reason the pinky was still visible, "Hmmm… it'd be nice to join, don't you think~?" he turned his head over his shoulder, a devious glint in his grey eyes as he seemed to be asking 'Kanji' directly again…

The real life Kanji just gulped, his whole body frozen, not sure what to do about this situation. Should he try to cover up the TVs, block Naoto's view, knock everyone out using Rokuten Maoh, or just run for it?

"Whoa," came from the punk's right, followed by the sounds of popcorn being consumed, "Is this turning into what I think?" there was a definite smirk in the young idol's voice.

"Hmm," came from the left, "The devil's triangle," the Junes heir had his eyes scrunched as it looked like he was trying to concentrate hard on something important, "Buuut, they're both 'technically' chicks right? Since they're both Nao-" an elbow, courtesy of Chie, found its way to his stomach, stopping Yosuke's 'rant' before it could get to traumatizing levels.

Yukiko and their leader ate popcorn.

Naoto was still staring somewhat catatonic, no one was really looking at her, after all with what they'd just seen, how could they look at 'Naoto' the same again? Well, at least for the next few minutes…

the odd shadow version of Kanji made this 'weird' sound caught between a squeal and groan, it was quite disturbing, "I wonder," he was wobbling back and forth, obviously teasing his 'audience', since if anyone on the team leaned just right, they could still catch a glimpse of… something going on behind the flamboyant bleach blonde. The nearly nude man squirmed with the mike clutched girlishly between his hands, "Three's a bit of a crowd, now if there was only one~"

Real Kanji gulped…

Gay-Kanji winked open one eye, leaning into the camera, almost whispering as if he was yet again speaking directly to his 'real' self, "But how to choose~" there was a definitely girlish squeal in his voice as sparkles seemed to appear, because for some reason in situations like this sparkles were required. The not-quite-Kanji stared at the 'screen' his eyes narrowed in a heavy smirk as he glanced over his shoulder, just tantalizing the crowd at the obvious 'unspoken' question he was presented.

Then as if to completely ruin the tension he raised one hand to his cover his mouth, pinky extended, and giggled, "Teehee!"

The floor suddenly shook with the amount of face-planting on both sides of the room, persona included…

flamboyant Kanji seemed to just started squealing, holding both hands in fists tucked under his chin as a disturbing blush came over his face and started doing that squirming thing again, "I've got the perfect idea!" and before anyone could so much as say of think a thing, gay-Kanji turned around, stalked over behind him like real-Kanji did, somehow still blocking supposed-kink, and raised both arms as if to grab something…

But before anyone could see what he was doing the camera mysteriously panned up, revealing a steamy ceiling… followed by strange, indescribable sounds…

For a moment the team just stared, then blinked, then when the weird 'sounds' continued and all they got was a ceiling view, groaned…

"Aww damnit!" Yosuke, heel of his hand grinding into his eye like he was trying to rub the images his mind was coming up with out of his brain, "freakin' drags me in only to copout like that…"

Chie stared at the boy next to her.

Sensing dread, Yosuke turned to the dark blonde next to him, noting the 'weird' look she was giving him, "What?"

"'Drags you in'?" there was certainly something disturbing about the stricken way she was looking at him.

"Uh," the burnt orange haired boy flinched, "W-wa-wait, t-th-at's not how it sounded…" he was waving his hands animatedly in front of him, in a futile attempt to defend his 'manliness'.

Chie just continued giving him that disturbed stare.

Suzuka Gongen and Susano-o just seemed to sigh deeply behind their silly mortal masters.

Yukiko put a finger to her chin, "I wonder what shadow-Kanji was talking about?"

Their leader just shrugged his response, eating popcorn, trying to not let his imagination get the better of him with the 'weird' sounds coming from the 10x10 TVs…

"Damnit!" that came from the complete opposite side of the room, "Just when he's about to 'reveal' the 'truth'," she clinched her fists and held them up like she was going to hit something, "Such a drama queen…" sensing something, both she and Kanzeon turned to the 'real' punk, who just staring unbelieving at her with an obvious 'are you kidding?' look. The pop-idol clicked her tongue in irritation, "ugh!"

"Tch," Kanji looked away from everybody. He couldn't stand the expectant looks they were giving him, really, it wasn't like he'd meant for his demented Shadow to come back on TV and do some weird stuff with Naoto-look-alikes… no, no, he couldn't think like that, those weren't Naoto, the dude wasn't manly enough, and the chick wasn't cute enough… er… his pierced brow twitched, this wasn't the time for him to be comparing details. Straightening up like the man he was he turned on his persona, "Oi! Maoh!" the large punk planted his feet, one fist at his side while his other hand was pointing at the massive red giant defiantly, "Get rida' that crap, its pissin' me off!"

The massive red giant reacted slowly to his master, tilting his big metal head down at the small man in front of him. For a moment it seemed that Rokuten Maoh was ignoring his master's command, then a second later the giant's shoulders seemed to slump and it nodded to itself with eyes closed. Uncrossing his arms, Rokuten Maoh reached for the brazen sword in his lap, acting like an old man as the tin giant moved slowly in getting up.

"Tch," Kanji continued to scowl, as if this wasn't bad enough the first time, now this confusing mess…

The floor shook once as Rokuten Maoh got halfway to a standing position, at that moment Kanji had looked away, expecting to see his persona swinging at the screens, not caring or just down right ignoring the surprised looks on the rest of the teams' faces. They didn't get it, this was a question he needed to answer himself, and watching that version of himself come up with the 'answer' wasn't going to help him any, he just needed to…

There was no second shock as the giant stood up, this caused Kanji to blink and turn back to his giant persona, noticing he hadn't moved, "Da hell," the look on Kanji's face went from confused to surprised to angry in less than a second, "Oi, Maoh-" the punk cut himself off, about to yell at his persona for not doing what they both wanted…

That was until he saw the black and white little fairy-esque persona floating in front of the flaming giant, arms spread wide to stop him from moving any further.

"What the-" the bleach blonde punk took a single step forward before he felt something pull roughly at his sleeve. Stunned, Kanji paused, noticing that Yamato-Takeru was looking at him from over his shoulder, something determined in the general-looking persona's yellow glowing eyes before he blinked and look what had taken hold of his arm. A light dusting of red caught on his cheeks as he realized there was only one person that it could have possibly been, and she wasn't even looking at him.

"Sit down, Kanji," Naoto's voice was remarkably even, it sounded like how she spoke when they'd first met her, just calm and even and forcefully harsh. Her cap was covering her eyes, and Kanji could see she had brought her knees up to her chest, her other arm wrapped around them, he head only an inch or two from resting on them. She was staring at the screens, or at least in their direction, while her right hand had balled into a fist around the sleeve of his jacket.

He looked down at her, expecting her to say something else, do something else. But this was Naoto, she didn't have to. "Tch," the punk pouted before turning around, the petite detective letting go of his jacket, and he sat down like a thug next to her. Neither looked at each other, Naoto sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs in a ball, Kanji propping his scowling face to look the other way with his legs crossed. He didn't want to think about how cute she looked all curled up like that, even if she might be pissed at him when this all finally registered to her…

The group collectively sighed, releasing a tenious breath they'd all been holding when the 'drama' began, and then 'dramatically' ended.

"Drama queens," slipped out from between Rise's lips in her deep sigh.

"Kuma," came Teddie's groan as he just laid back down, too much drama for him…

…"TAA-DAAA!~" came from the screen, sparkles included…

All eyes went back to what they'd been watching… only to be followed by dropping jaws at what they saw…

Kanji kept his eyes away, not wanting to see 'who' his shadow had picked… he wanted to make the choice on his own when the time came… too bad for him Rokuten Maoh had a different idea, sensing his master's stubbornness, or stupidity, the giant poked him in the back of the head, which resulted in him going face first into the floor. Quickly pulling himself off the floor, making sure no one saw or was gonna say anything, he glared back at his persona, "Da hell's your problem!"

He saw Yamato-Takeru, crouching on the red giant's knee so he was 'eye level' with the brash punk and pointing behind him at the TVs. The message was clear in those yellow glowing eyes, 'Look'. And despite his better judgment, he thought, and the scowl marring his face, he did…

"Well, that wasn't what I expected…" slipped from the punk's lips at what he saw…

on the screen, which had been set back to 'normal' and for some reason was decidedly 'less' foggy, was shadow Kanji, holding both hands to one side of his face and rubbing them, a strange-yet-not-creepy-grin on his face, almost like a cat that was far too pleased with itself.

There standing in the middle of the screen, a distinct foot shorter than the nearly-nude-punk was Shadow Naoto… oversized lab coat and all, looking rather surprised as cobalt eyes kept blinking in obvious confusion.

"isn't this little specimen just ab-so-lute-ly adorable!" Shadow Kanji then proceeded to 'glomp', in no way suggestively, the much shorter cobalt haired inner child.

There was a distinct 'Eep!' heard as nuzzling became involved.

"Sooo~ Cuuuute~~~" was the flamboyant Kanji's only response as Naoto-in-a-lab-coat turned at least 15 shades of red…

There was more squealing and flustering and 'awkward' moments, surprisingly none that could be taken in any context of kinky unlike everything that had happened earlier, before the screen filled with sparkles and a heart made of roses was super-imposed over a close up of Shadow-Kanji nuzzling a very 'surprised' Shadow-Naoto, before a big 'SUCCESS!' plastered itself on the screen and credits started to roll… Fzzzt!and the screens blipped out.

The stage area was eerily quiet…

Until someone loudly smacked themselves in the face, followed by groaning…

"Such a cop out!" "So what, was it a 'he' or a 'she'?" "Freakin' lab coat covering everything!" "… hehe… 'cute'… *snrk*" "Kuma…"

Kanji just put his face in hand, harshly pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes with his elbows on his knees. He didn't know what to think, was he glad he couldn't tell or was it just convenient? Was he depressed that even his 'shadow' didn't have the answer or was he relieved? In the end, did it really just not matter?

He sighed deeply, no, the only thing that he got out of that was the embarrassing confirmation that he liked Naoto as… well… Naoto. Cute, tiny, arrogant, calm Naoto…

"I'm not that short," came from his left, it was low, and soft but held just enough bite to prove it was still her talking. The Punk blinked, raising his head just slightly and looking at her. She was still adamantly staring ahead of her, at the blank screens, chin resting on her arms over her knees with her cap tilted down to cover her face from anyone else.

But Kanji could see her clear as day from his position next her, and he wasn't going to say anything about the pout on her lips, the defiance of what she knew was a lie in her eyes, nor the light blush she probably was ignoring on her cheeks.

The punk sat up a bit straighter, leaning on his arms as put his palms on the ground between his crossed legs. A slight smirk picked at the edge of his lips as he stared ahead as well, figuring it was better to move on quickly after all.

As for the rest of the team?

"It was so a dude," "no way, Naoto's a girl, even in that lab coat…" "I wonder what was going on in the background…" "If that was the conclusion, what in the world was the first part?" "Well it involved lots of steam, and sounds Teddie didn't understand-" Smack! "Teddie!" "Oh jeez…"

They were still 'discussing' the previous channel, and if one were to look past them it seemed their persona were in on the 'gossip' as well. The two in the middle stayed silent, finding it a better approach to 'dealing' with this 'problem' then actually discussing it… especially in front of their Sempai and Rise. There wasn't a glance or movement between the two, yet an unspoken pact was met. Neither noticed how Yamato-Takeru, currently in possession of their popcorn bowl, was curled up in his little ball, perched on Rokuten Maoh's shoulder, as close to the giant's neck as possible and throwing popcorn in his mouth when motioned.

It didn't take long before Izanagi-no-Okami was back in front of them all smashing random buttons into the 00parts remote. For better or worse, there was soon to be something new to watch…


A/N: so... several inspirations come to mind for this, namely this one pic where someone's asking Kanji 'Who do you pick?' with a fem. version and male version of Naoto and he just has the 'weak' sign on him... plus i gotta give props for the anime, Shadow Kanji totally helped with this... and this one piccy where Naoto was yelling at her Shadow to 'stop being cute!' the kink was just thrown in for fun...

what's funny is the 'original' scene when i thought this up was totally different, it involved Naoto walking away (for whatever reason) with the team hassleing Kanji (for whatever reason) and then they start seeing M!Naoto on F!Naoto action... all of them immediately assuming it was derived from what they think is an extreme case of Narcissism on her part, which i wouldn't be surprised if she had, though i see it as more of a 'safety mechanism' ... -hits the red button- and Naoto walks back just in time to catch without anyone else noticing... then Gay-Kanji shows up, only he's no Bi-Kanji, and a 3way ensues... and they're teenagers so they can't look away... and somehow Bi-Kanji merges M!/F!Naoto into Cute-Shadow-Naoto, who's gender is as determinate as Saraph's... if you've played Digital Devil Saga 2... AKA unknown... there's a whole significance here with the fact that's its representing that Kanji's accepted he likes 'Naoto', her gender not mattering, he accepts 'Naoto' for all 'it' is, male/female/otherwise... and somehow Naoto picks up on this, while everyone else is all 'oh snap!' when they notice her... its just a set up for 'Her' channel later :3

Zero, if you are reading this, you should be familiar with this level of analyzation XD

as for everyone else, just a little fun chunk about where this was coming from/supposed to be going :3 dunno if i got it right, but oh well, the idea of Shadow-Kanji glomping Shadow-Naoto actually was spur of the moment after watching ep7 of P4A, because the thing that got Kanji to admit himself was him admitting he loved cute things :3

comments, questions, opposing views! (Review...)

Till next -slips off to work on stuff- Sayounara, Mina!

-Ikasury