Masahide raised a brow curiously, eyeing over the girl as she spoke. He noticed her rummaging through her things, though he offered no reply- merely watching to see what she was after. Once she withdrew the mirror, Masa couldn't help but chuckle. 'This is a random time for her to check her-', seeming somewhat surprised as she turned it in his direction. At first, he was disinterested, glancing away as he nearly turned and walked away... However, upon closer inspection of himself, he now knew the reason for her worry.

Honestly, it had been awhile since Masa took stock of his appearance. The dark circles forming under his eyes, the pale complexion, and the dazed look in his eyes. His daily routine didn't give him any time to preen himself too much, merely running a comb through his hair and putting on his best suit of clothes. Seems time was finally taking it's toll. Shaking his head with a subtle sigh, he'd turn to face her fully. Though still seeming somewhat rigid, he'd offer a subtle smile as he swept his hand through his hair.

"Yeah... I guess I'm looking a little rough." Shrugging his shoulders as both hand now found their way to the pockets of his pants, "Still, I'll be fine, truly. Just a little worn out- what with my schedule and all." Once again he'd raise his brow, "A fellow student? Which school? I attend Warakuma High, myself."

Masahide's initial reaction to the directing of her compact mirror was worrisome until he finally took a proper look at himself and confirmed Shizuka's claim. Slightly relieved that the sickish student was now aware of his current state, she hoped the other would take better care. She nodded in response to both statements, about how he didn't appear as healthy as he should and why he was in such a condition. While being a high school student, it wasn't unusual for Japanese students to be over busy with part time jobs, cram schools and such, perhaps he was one of the more busy ones.

As the name, "Warakuma High" was mentioned by the other student, Shizuka's lips formed a faint smile and her head tilted lightly to the side. "Oh! I'm actually a first year student at Warakuma High. I don't believe I've seen you before but it is delightful to be acquainted now, at least." She giggled softly, feeling less nervous speaking to a fellow schoolmate. "I-If you don't mind me asking, are you a freshman as well or perhaps an upperclassman?" The younger student asked curiously, since they were currently conversing about their school anyway.

Masa shrugged his shoulders in response to her question, glancing behind himself as he began to speak, "Second year... I've actually been going to the schools here for a few years now. Just don't get around much, I guess." His voice trailed off slightly as his speech drew to a close, his gaze returned to the girl, "Shizuka, was it? What is there to do around here? I haven't really had time to unwind in a long time." As he spoke, he motioned for her to follow.

Now talk about being out of your element... This was one of the first times he had actually held a conversation with his fellow students. In fact, it was actually a relief. It was hard for him to wander about without at least someone knowing who he is, or at least his reputation in school. Though he was an excellent student, he had earned a reputation for his appearance- often called ghost or specter in reference to it. For the most part he brushed it off, just a few ignorant idiots that had no idea how much he had given to the town. 'They'll all remember me some day... And they won't be laughing then.' It was then that he looked behind himself to ensure that she was following.

"So what's your story, anyways? You always on the look out for stumbling idiots?"

Matthew the White Mage

"hey too much is happening too fast ya know what lets just get this over with" Matt Spoke as he casted dia on himself after hearing Rui's plan.
"I swear I didn't completely forget I could heal or anything because of the heat of battle hahahaaa....." Realising he couldnt fool anyone Matt just got up and put his comment behind him.

"don't worry guys I got your backs, I'll be the best damn White Mage and heal as best as I can so you can all focus on pummeling the damn shadow to obvlivion" Making sure He was a safe distance away Matt gave a thumbs up to show he was ready for his supporting role.

Noboru rolled back away from the plant, escaping barely unscathed. He slammed his fists onto the ground several times, letting out a yell worthy of a gladiator. He stood back up, somehow more pissed than he was before. He didn't think it possible but it was. He now saw not an enemy, but a home for the ever increasing speed of his fists. He looked Leiko straight in the eye, or at least tried to.

"You better fuckin listen right now. You know what I said about you and your club before? Well you can fucking forget that right now. Your club is shit, and you deserve to be president of such a shit club if you can't even face your own problems you scared little ass."

He turned around and pointed at the shadow as well, positioning himself for a nice attack.

"Listen here you rooty ass bitch! I'm gonna pluck you from the ground and use you as a damn bench press for my morning warm up do you understandddd? Rui, give me the fucking order to put this shadow further into the ground then it wants to go."

TRACK: Time for True Revelation

"Haaaah!", after the ruthless assault, the shadow attempted to fight back, but was immediately put down by yet another Megido from Riku. The healing was no longer keeping up with the damage, and it was nearing it's finale. With Noboru, Rui and Kami blasting away at the shadow, it didn't stand a chance. All healing undone in an instant and then some.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up! You're all just lowly background characters! I am the star here, and the star demands you all bow to your queen!", yell and thrash as it might, the continuous assault from the party was more than it could handle. Eventually, it got too zealous, and Riku managed to hit it with Megido in the crossfire. The shadow slumped over and it was ready to keel over, thought it began to glow again... This was the moment. With it unable to bring up it's vines in this state, everyone was free to charge it down.

"I volunteer to step first", said Riku, stepping out from the back lines, grinning sadistically. He was really into this.

All-Out Attack > Y/N?
>Y

Riku stepped up to the front and his Persona socked the shadow in the throne, before slamming it down with the axe. Noboru was more than eager to get in on this too, leaping up over and above Leiko's shadow before pummeling it from above with a hail of punches from his Persona. Clearly and vocally, you can hear a mass of "ORA" as he blasted away, but it wasn't over. A thundering roar combined with an inferno followed up as Matthew and Kami hit it with their strongest spells, and just as quickly, it was quelled as a fine slashing wind dealt the finishing touch.

"A-Aaaaughh! AAAAUUUGGHH... No...",

"I guess this is fitting... Shakespearan characters do die often after all...", he commented, as the shadow shrunk, black misty ash rising as it reverted to the form they saw before... Now, the rest was up to Leiko.

"A knocking, wrapping at my chamber door." Rikimaru thought to himself as he heard knocking on the other side of his bedroom door. "I guess everyone up and moving now." Rikimaru finished his thought.

"Its open, come on in." Rikimaru shouted as he place his father's acoustic in the ground. He had nicer and better playing guitars than this one was by far his favorite. It was old and beat up, scratches everywhere but to Rikimaru, that's what made it sound so good.

As he sat his guitar down he picked up his mask and put it on. This one was modeled after Subzero. He never really got the cosplay fascination but he was grateful for it.

He was in the process of tying the mask on when by the door opened revealing Hus aunt and uncle. They as uncomfortable as he was. Still he was the guest here so he felt the need to try and put them at easy. "Please, please cone in." Rikimaru said trying to usher them to his bed where they could sit.

As they sat on the bed Rikimaru took a seat in a chair that sat at his table."Uhh... Rikimaru kun, you've been for a couple of days now and you haven't left your room. We are concerned." His aunt spoken with a worried time, unsure of how proceed.

"Awwww no!" Rikimaru thought to himself. "There gonna ask me to go out some out where." He said in his head... He was right too.

"It's Golden Week here and it could be a great time for you to meet people your own age." She was careful if every word unsure if how he would take it. They weren't his parents and they never had kids. This as new to them as it was Rikimaru.

"We'd like you to go out an see the town. Maybe try to make some friends? We got you a ticket to the amusement park and some money." She was again nervous by what his response night be.

The uncle was just as bad. They seemed to want to do we just unsure of how to deal with Rikimaru.

Rikimaru didn't want to go at all, but looking at these people who seemed to care, he couldn't say no.

He smiled behind his mask before speaking. He did his best to put then at easy. What smiling behind a mask would help he didn't know but it made him feel better.

"I'll head out this afternoon and have a look around town, I promise. I'll work out, get cleaned up and help you in the shop and then I'll head out, promise." Rikimaru stood up and bowed, reiterating his promise.

There was massive relief on their faces. This might be easier than they thought it would be, having Rikimaru around.

True to his word he finished working out, got cleaned up and was helping I'm the ramen shop. The only addendum, was a different mask There had to be trust built up and to do that he had to stay true to his word. It was if truth be told a ploy to be able to get a way with more later on. It would also help his standing with his new found family. They seemed to care so what was the harm in it?

As time passed Rikimaru only spoke to ask what was needed to do next. His aunt and uncle were too happy to have the help. Even going as far as to offer an additional reward on top of the promised money. After thanking them, he was off as promised with one of his acoustic guitar. Only telling them that he wouldn't be out late.

It took him a while and if he was smart he would have ask for direction but he found the mall, it wasn't the amusement park but the day was young. Hopefully today was gonna be a good day.

Pointing an index finger up, as if she had an idea, Shizuka commented, "Ah, so that would make you Saji-senpai then! But I see, I for one have been a resident here for the longest time, it'd be my pleasure to serve a few tips on places to take a visit." As the two students started on their trail to who knows where, the younger student rested her index finger below her lip thoughtfully, recalling the areas she had once gone with her friends or she had happen to stumble upon. Before she had any place in her mind, a silly, little thought occured to her.

'This sort of situation faintly gives off a familiar feel.... Was it a scenario from one of the shoujo mangas I've read? But that's a silly ide--' Suddenly, as if by a crazy coincidence made up by some sort of shoujo God, a man who had just happened to be cradling a bouquet of crimson roses passed by a huge electric fan, causing a shower of red petals at the scene in the most ridiculous manner. Shizuka paused in her walking to stare in astonishment at how this scene just played with her mind at her silly claim of it being "shoujo-like".

With taps on her cheeks using both her hands, the raven haired girl attempted to settle herself down, following after Masa once more and parting her lips to reply to his inquiry. "P-Places to unwind, a-alright. Well, um, there is a game arcade popular among the youth, couple of relaxing cafes around the town premises, a public park, quiet or lively depending on the time of the day and hm... the amusement park and the family karaoke place are fantastic places to visit with friends." A moment after listing off the spots she could currently remember, she realized how these places were the common venues for her shoujo manga characters to be in and mentally embarrassed herself more.

Shizuka flinched, startled at being thrown another set of inquiries while having these unspeakably embarrassing thoughts. She cleared her throat in an attempt to keep a calm composure before slightly stuttering a reply. "O-Oh! A-About that, actually, not exactly, n-no. Truth be told, I've had an accident similar to yours, it was the pre-Golden Week sales and well... You could imagine the amount of people." If the male student were truly living around the area for years, even he might have heard of how crazy the sales could be. "Um... I don't mean to pry into your privacy but is this the first time for you to be... errr, in this sort of condition?"

What were all these rose petals doing flying about? Swiping his hand in front of him as he attempted to divert them from his face and path before coming to a stop, 'Well that was odd. My first time actually out on the town, and we walk into a blizzard of flowers.' He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he turned to face her. It was then that he noticed her odd pauses and daydreaming, causing him to roll his eyes- though more so out of amusement than annoyance. Still, his expression returned to it's neutral state as she inquired about him.

"I've always been a little... Overwhelmed, I guess you could say," He was reluctant to speak of his past, that much was obvious... But she had him talking, and wasn't as annoying as he thought she might've been at first- even with her odd habits. It was amusing to see how lost in her thoughts she became at a moments notice, but still she continued to follow, "I imagine that spill of yours was pretty embarrassing. My condolences. You seemed to come out of it no worse for wear, though." As he waited for her to draw closer to him, he flipped open his phone to scroll through his messages and emails. He had a few requests from the local shrine to help with the landscaping, at least two from the Inn to assist housekeeping, and one quest from the park to man one of their shops tonight.

"... Well isn't that grand," It was clear he hadn't intended for that to be out loud, closing his phone with a subtle sigh as he looked upon Shizuka, "Well, I had planned on heading to the amusement park. Granted it was supposed to be my day off, but it looks like they need me. Guess these sale's are really taking their toll." It was clear that he wasn't looking forward to it (at least from the tone of his voice), but they had started headed in that direction anyways. With a subtle sigh, he'd bow his head respectfully, before turning to leave, "See you around."

Chiaki Nettu

Ayano and herself were quietly watching the contest, with the occasional sparkle in Chiakis' eyes from the Kendo match. Although she couldn't help but wonder why out of all places they would decide to do that here. She didn't dress up fancy or anything, she was unaware of what they were even going to watch, so she didn't think to dress up or anything like that.
Leaning over to Ayano, she whispered to her

"I must say, this is rather brutal, what do you say we return to our room after this display of brawn and have a quiet relaxing dinner together? I think this is a nice enough show of entertainment, after all, I did come here so I could spend some sisterly time with you... Perhaps we'll run in to Miss Yakuza tomorrow." When the first match ended, Chiaki stood up and clapped for Juns' victory over her opponent. She noticed Juns' eyes glance over to her and Ayano, but there wasn't any facial expression, just her cold hearted killer face.

"Well, shall we get going? I hope they have my favorite food in the dinner area!"

Rikimaru was in shock, there we're so many people. Maybe there wasn't and it was just more than he was used too. All things being equal, any more than a classroom was more than he was used to.

There was a feeling that everyone was staring at him, he knew what wasn't true, his eyes told him so. It just didn't help they nervous feeling he had. He'd often ask himself what did he have to be scared of, but he could never found an answer.

With a heavy sigh Rikimaru started walking around the mall. Going in and out of shops and checking out what was inside. They were mostly clothing stores. That wasn't all bad, a good pair of jeans and a decent shirt never hurt anyone and he was always in the market for a new mask.

The more he wondered around the more he wanted to play his guitar. He knew that back home in Kadena, on the Air Force base and around town it was much more Americanized than here but what extent he didn't know. Did they look down on people playing music in public? He wasn't playing for money or anything, just cause he wanted to, could that be such a bad thing?

He was gonna find the answer to this particular quandary. When he found a place to sit, he slung the soft bag in his back that contained his guitar off his back and pulled out his flat top box.

This particular one had nylon strings, fit for his style of classical, flamenco, and folk. With a quick strum his worries seemed to flutter away. He moved his bag off to the side and ensured it was closed and started to play.



His hands moved expertly from one string to the next, never missing a note. Smile formed under that mask if his, and a big one at that. It took all of ten seconds for his eyes to shut and get lost in the music. Losing track of the people and the noise or anything else that was going on around him.

With each passing stike of the strings, Rikimaru couldn't help be happy, trouble and worries floated away. Yet sadly like all great things,the song and his playing had to come to an end. The remedy was simple enough, just play another song and he intended to. For for now though, he just wanted to revel in one of his favorite songs, the Malaguena.

He looked at his guitar and was just happy to have it and be able to play. It was then he noticed a small gather of people around him. He didn't like them looming at him all that much. He just ignored it and played another one.

Sunday 26th April 2015: Time Unknown

Leiko Hamada: Enchanted Woodlands- Grand Stage

The battle raged on from within the thick of the woods, as both the creature and the three Warakuma students delivered their blows. At first it seemed that Leiko's other self was taking the upper hand, a sharp gasp escaping the real Leiko as she watched one of the boys fall back from a particularly vicious vine attack. Guilt welled up within her as she watched her doppelganger cackle in ruthless mirth, but it wasn't like she could do anything. It wasn't like she had any power right now...

Lost in her inner crisis, she tightened her eyes as the screams and the sound of clashing weapons rang through the air. It was only when she heard a new, unfamiliar voice that she was broken from her reverie, looking up along with her fellow students at the new boy who had appeared onto the scene, and rather dramatically too, as he proved himself to be another person with mystical powers.

The battle quickly swerved into their favour, and a happy but strange, alienating emotion rose from within Leiko. The cries of her other self cut into her like a knife, causing her to clutch at wounds that weren't there. It wasn't until her hand found a certain strip of material in her breast pocket that suddenly everything started to become clear.

"And Leiko, you decide for yourself who you are. We're just here to make sure you don't have to face that alone"

Rui's words cemented her resolve, Leiko's face creasing into a look of determination as she watched the group of four deliver the final blow to her Shadow.

Her...Shadow.

Her other self finally fell to their onslaught, letting out a defeated shriek before disappating into black vapour, the image of her faerie-like body taking form in its place. She looked lost and hopeless, her yellow eyes welling with pain as her arms tightened around her wispy figure.

"Not so confident now, are you?" Leiko finally found her voice again, soft and yet surprisingly strong as she looked at her Shadow straight in the eye. "Always looking to stay on top. Stay in the spotlight. It feels good...having people bow to that power." She shook her head piteously. "And Noboru is right. Being a President was only ever about me. Making myself feel important, special. Everyone else came second." She took a sharp intake of breath, her phone strap clutched tightly into her palm like it was giving her the strength to continue. "In truth, I really am a selfish person. I really can't accept the idea of someone besting me. And yet...having you guys coming to rescue me...made me really happy." She made a disgusted noise under her breath. "This place is like my delusion of grandeur. An impossible dream of owning something that's entirely mine. But I needed to be dethroned one day..."

She looked over at her Shadow and smiled, an action that surprised even herself."Rather than trying so hard to rule over everyone, why don't we focus on supporting the ones that do care about us? How does that sound, me?"

The Shadow looked surprised for a moment at Leiko's confession, a smile gracefully forming on her lips as she took a final bow before fading away.

Suddenly, a graceful, feminine figure appeared before her, flowers and vines coiling around her wrists as a calm, comforting serenity radiated from the ethereal being. Leiko didn't know why, but looking at her made her feel warm and safe, like a maternal embrace.

I am thou...and thou art I.

I am Titania, the fairy queen of dreams...

The magical being was gone a moment too soon, a gush of wind rippling through her as a card bearing the Roman numeral III appeared from the aether and slipped into her fingers. So this was...a Persona? The name that echoed in her head felt right, somehow.

So the ordeal was finally over...

She turned her head towards the others, a weak smile adorning her face even as she felt her legs about to give way. "That was a great performance...everyone."

With that, she felt her body finally falter as her knees hit the solid ground.

She really did feel...tired.

As Leiko fell to the ground, Rui managed to catch her, as he had expected, everyone is usually ready to collapse at this time. The party had unanimously decided to head back out now, now that this dungeon was conquered. Kazuki and Megumi were waiting back in a safe area. These dungeons appeared to linger though... They didn't simply disappear when the shadow was conquered, he never thought about that, but it didn't seem to be important at the moment.



"Riku, good work, and the rest of you too, good work", he began. Kazuki seemed to knowingly have sent Riku in.

"But Riku, I told you to take care of some different matters", or... Or not. Kazuki didn't seem happy.

"Yeah, but that stuff's boring as hell, I just wanna break some shadows in. Skulking around ain't my thing",

"That's not the point. The point is-",

"The point is, you're the goddamn leader, I know. But I'd rather fight, it's what I do and you know that", Kazuki seemed to back down here. Looks like he knew Riku was better suited to fighting...

"Enough of this. We have more people now anyway, so I guess you don't need to be out there...", he resigned.

"Besides, I have jack for leads. Your damn butler would be better suited for that but you have him getting equipment",

"He's not a butler", he responded sharply.

"Mind telling us what's happening...?", Rui cut in.

"Ah... Right. This boy here is Riku Zakimoto. He is also one of us... I had him trying to find out more about the cult, but that hasn't been...", Riku simply made an annoyed sound and looked away. He seemed to be a rather bad tempered guy...

"I-I-In any case! We're all a team... Right?", Megumi was clearly the one keeping them from turning on each other. The two calmed down a bit when she entered the conversation.

"Yeah... But I think this is a good opportunity. We still need to make progress on the cult, otherwise we'll be doing this until they all die of old age",

"I will investigate", Kami spoke up. Everyone turned to him. It made sense... He was the son of a police officer, so he would know his way around some investigative techniques...

"Hah! Excellent! A volunteer, and a cool-minded one at that...",

"B-by the way... I think, you should take some people along with you Kami, I had trouble keeping track of more than 4 people, on top of enemies... So I don't think we can have a very big party when we go into the dungeons... Just to be safe", so this was one of her limits... Her Persona's communication abilities seemed to be incredibly strong, but now that she's begun to have to keep track of more people, it's become clear they're not as strong as everyone had thought...

"Hmm... That would be helpful, to have some people to help. If everything about the cultists is true on their methods up until now, then having some people watching my back would be a good idea",

"Agreed... So I guess it's settled. I lead the charge in the dungeon, and you lead the investigation to find signs of the cultists?",

"Mhm... But let me know when you go into the mirror world. In case you'll need back-up",

"Marvellous... But I do believe we can talk more another time... Your... Friend here, is out cold after all", stated Kazuki, pointing out Leiko.

"Ah". It was time to head out...



"Welcome, to the Velvet Room",

Leiko's vision returned to her... This wasn't her room... But wait, she fought that... Her Persona... She fainted after... And this voice is... Leiko turned around, and saw a man, with piercing bloodshot eyes as round as the full moon, and a long nose that left an instantly lasting impression on her. She examined the room she was in, and her state. She looked at her hands, and they were in black-blue silk gloves, going all the way up to below her shoulder, with some fancy frills. But it appears her outfit was a dress, and she could feel something soft against her neck... It was a mink scarf, and her head. There was a wide-rimmed hat with flower adornments. The colouration was generally black, blue and some bits of gold and purple. It was rather... Fancy. She could get used to this. She noticed next upon the chair and table she sat, in front of her was a marking, labelled "Empress"... As she thought this, her Persona Titania came to her mind.

"It appears, another guest has arrived...", Leiko was almost startled as he began to talk.

"Do not be alarmed. My name is Igor, this is the Velvet Room, this place exists between dream and reality, mind, and matter", he began. She glanced around a bit, and saw other silhouettes. Four were discernible. Rui, Kami, Noboru, and Matt, but they didn't appear to be 'there'.

"Only those who have signed the contract, are allowed here. It appears your friends have rescued you from a rather... Unfortunate fate, and thus you have realized your own flaws, and awakened the 'Empress'. A fine Arcana, it symbolizes... Motherly instinct, to care for those around you, just as a mother would to a child... Or it can be an ugly obsession, as you have seen that side of yourself already I need not say more", his voice was rather... Well it was surprisingly fine and clear, yet... Creepy. His expression barely changed as he spoke too.

"Based on the numerous empty seats around you, I suppose you can gather, that there are others who share your fate, many more in fact... So I leave you with this", Igor clicked his fingers, and emerging from the side was a lady in blue matching the room, with long straight blonde hair.

"This is Henrietta, she will present you with a key so that you may return here of your own accord, when you so wish...", as he was saying this, she placed a key in front of Leiko.

"But until then... Farewell", as he said those words, Leiko felt forcibly forced into a state of unconsciousness.

”Thanks man, she would’ve killed me if she thought I was holding her up or some shit. Here,” Rokurou tossed the phone back over to Sato, who nearly fumbled the catch.

”Are you late for a date, Rokurou? Come on.” Sato took a quick glance at his phone screen (for pretty much no reason, considering he wouldn’t just recognize the girl’s number) before slipping the device back into his pocket and returning his gaze to Rokurou’s tired-looking face. He briefly wondered if the teen still stood up until the middle of the night, but dropped the thought as he responded to his chiding.

Rokurou scoffed. ”Are you surprised? Besides, when have you dated anyone? It’s not that big a deal, so cool your jets.” The boy threw the presumably empty can into the (wrong) trash before jogging off. Without even a good-bye. Sato let out a heavy sigh as he watched Rokurou run down the street, dodging house wives and other teens as he went. At least they didn’t seem to be on the worst of terms any more, though he supposed Rokurou still had a lot of growing up to do before they could repair their relationship. As he started his way back home, Sato considered fishing the can out of where Rokurou threw it and putting it into the proper bin, though he discarded the thought when he realized it wouldn’t exactly look very proper to do so.

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The door made a loud creaking sound as Sato entered, alerting his mother of his entry. The slight woman peered around the corner to make sure it was Sato, and upon confirmed it was him, she slipped from behind the wall with a smile. ”Welcome home, dear.” She greeted. Sato responded with a small smile as he handed the envelope off to his mother. ”I hope they didn’t cause you any trouble there, honey. They seem to be awfully under-staffed there as of lately.”

”Yeah, it was nothing bad. I cleaned some dishes to help out there and hung out with some friends after." Sato replied, slipping out of his shoes as he spoke. His mother gave him one of those warm ‘I’m glad you turned out so well’ smiles, and Sato had to stop himself from frowning. ”Do you mind if I ask what the contents are, Mother?"

”Oh, it’s nothing, no need to worry about it. Just something that Hoshikawa borrowed from me long ago.” Sato looked up at his mother’s face as she clenched the envelope in one hand. She looked the same as Rokurou; like they only fell asleep when the sun rose. He wanted to say something about his observation, but held his tongue, and instead slipped past the adult and started up the stairs. He stopped, however, when he felt a hand brush his shoulder. ”You can talk to me about anything, honey.”

”I’m fine, Mother. Really.” Sato gave her a warm look to reaffirm his point. He scooted upstairs, withdrawing into his room for the night, throwing off his coat and socks as he entered. Though, before he could close the door, he couldn’t help but hear his mother’s weak breathe of air over the silence of the house.

”I’m not."

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APRIL 27 2015, MONDAY
Mid-day

The four sat around a small table, facing out to the glass window and onto the lively streets. Sato, Mika, Rento, and Hitomi all came to Rento’s family’s restaurant for lunch after they’d gone shopping for an hour. They hadn’t bought much as they were still waiting to go out with Rento, who was doing a shift as a waiter, though Sato did purchase a new button-up shirt using some of the cash he had earned from yesterday’s ordeal. It was much snazzier than the white print (which displayed one of the kanji of his last name) tee he wore under his overshirt. The others wore similarly casual outfits.

From behind the steam rising from his cup of tea, Sato watched the people on the streets pass by, only half participating in the conversation he was in. There didn’t seem like there was an awful lot to do that he was interested in, despite it being Golden Week. His family hadn’t planned any kind of trip or anything, so he opted to just enjoy the time off with his friends. Sato’s eyes lowered down to the plate of food in the center of the table, and he took an egg roll after a moment of consideration. The food wasn’t particularly amazing, but it was still pretty good. According to Hitomi, she was a regular at the restaurant ever since it opened and it didn’t take long before she and Rento were exchanging love-notes whenever Rento served her. Sato could see how they could fall for each other easily, considering they shared similar interests and were both rather attractive to boot. Though, Hitomi was a bit too muscular for Sato’s tastes. When he thought about it, he realized that he was the only one who wasn’t into all that track stuff out of his friend circle. Archery was just an exception for him.

”When’s your shift over again, Rento?” Hitomi asked. The lunch rush was almost over and Rento was just lazily wandering up and down the restaurant, looking for something to do, while sometimes stopping to talk to the group.

”I can pro’lly go ask my mom if I can get off work now,” Rento quickly replied before making his way to a weathered woman manning the store’s front. He pleaded his case with his mother for a bit until she gave a nod, and Rento went off into the back to presumably get changed. Sato turned back around in his seat to face the table again. Hitomi waited by the front door, and Mika was looking around the table in a similar fashion as himself. They met eyes briefly.

”They seem like a very nice couple. You interested in dating yourself, Mika?” Sato asked, a slight smirk on his face. He took a sip out of his tea and set it back down as quietly as he could.

”Oh shush, Sato. I know what you’re implying.” She playfully threw a napkin at him. He caught it before it could fall and set it back on the table. ”I mean, Rokurou’s nice and all, but he’s not for me. I don’t care of him out of love. We’ve been friends since we were kids and I can’t just let him muck himself up now, can I? He’s already dating someone else anyways so it’s not like I could get him even if I wanted him.”

Sato leaned back in his seat a bit, turning his gaze over to where Rento exited from. He and Hitomi briefly embraced before starting their way over to the table. ”I wonder who she is though. I was figuring you would have known, considering you’re probably the most in-the-loop person I know.”

”That’s an odd compliment,” Mika replied as she rose from her seat, pulling on a short denim jacket as she did so. She looked at the couple before looking back at Sato. ”Shall we be going now?”

Finally it was over. The stupid damn fight was gone and Noboru didn't have to worry anymore. Another life saved, another person to add to the squad, even if he didn't like her that much. He felt bad for her, but oh well. She'd have to deal with it. At the very least, she broke the sausage fest that was the current persona users. A little more variety finally. The crew left the dungeon, leaving behind all the stupid shit.



Noboru sighed at the idea of having to travel with his older sister to shop. She already disliked him and this would only make matters worse. Damn his parents, forcing this cruelty on him. Why couldn't they just legally disown him so he didn't have to deal with her.

His mind drifted off to other thoughts, particularly to Leiko. Was she doing fine? How was she coming to terms with the recent events? He hoped she got the goody basket he sent as well. Full of fruits, and a few hidden sweets. It wasn't much, but he got the idea from Chiaki when he was in the hospital. Hopefully it didn't seem too creepy. It was solely for friendly reasons.

"Hey you shit. Watch out. I'm riding your heels here. Why don't you speed up huh?"

Noboru sighed. Akari finally spoke to him and it was what he expected. Demeaning insults with a nice bit of cursing. It figured. He had to make it through this week dealing with her. Everyone else he wanted to hang out with was busy. No one was available and it blew.



It fucking sucked to have to deal with the little shit that was her brother. She hated his little happy attitude. Every chance she got, she was trying to knock it out of him. None of it worked. Every time he'd get back up and laugh it off. If there was someone else who could do it for her, that would've been absolutely stellar. Her chance came soon enough. The girl was walking besides them. She had short hair and some kind of choker or such around her neck. The luck of Akari was coming into fruition again, like it always did. She never failed to get lucky. She waited as they wondered into the mall. She directed Noboru where to go, following the girl but too close as to cause suspicion. It was gonna be hard to get it started, it seemed as if the girl wasn't quite an aggressive fighter, only choosing her battles wisely. She'd have to make sure Noboru struck first. Now.

Akari walked upside and sped up with Noboru still in front. She shoved him from behind, making sure to push his head, ducking out of the way so she wasn't as suspicious.



Noboru felt his face hit the ground. He felt every bit of pain of his face hitting the ground, his nose and mouth deforming to match the surface of the ground. His fighting memories from yesterday kicked in immediately. Without realizing it, he rolled away and lashed out with his hand, grabbing her leg and slamming her to the ground.

Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma Amusement Park
Sunday, April 26th, 2015
Golden Week

Akane looked at Kotori with a slightly confused face before laughing lightly. "Me? I feel great. As if a gang of cowards can hurt me. Honestly, they have no pride whatsoever." She sighs in disappointment as she turns around and puts her hands on her hips. With the way she was looking, looks like shes one of those types that blame themselves for something even though THEY were the ones wronged. Turning back around, she placed her hand on Kotori's shoulder. "Shirohane-san, we're perfectly fine, your the one that was on the receiving end of them after all. Then again.... Tanaka-san, did get 'hit', maybe his wrist hurts more than he lets on." She joked as she nudged at Toma with a grin.

"But seriously, no need to look so guilty, we chose to get involved, pay it no mind and cheer up!" She beamed before glancing at her watch. "Sorry guys, going to have to call it a day. See you at school." she smiled as she waved good bye and took off.

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Akane Hanazawa // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015

Back at the mall, and why? Ink. She forgot to get ink the last time she went supply shopping. Ugh, thinking about it gives me a migraine. Having found distractions in the Kendo club and recently the MMA Club, it's no wonder why she forgot about something as simple as getting ink.....despite it being a key necessity in a mangaka's career. That was her excuse and she's sticking to it!!

Moving along with the crowd, she stopped when she heard someone hit the ground. Before she was able to see who it was, a hand grabbed her leg and slammed her hard into the ground. "What the hell...?!" Slowly getting off the ground, at a loss for what's going on, stood up to find a guy in battle position. For whatever reason, he decided to pick a fight with her. Maybe it was karma, she steps in to save girls or whoever weaker from a hulking guy and now it's her turn.

However, she doesn't know this man at all but it doesn't matter. Seemingly forgetting herself within the moment, With an ominous glare, she began cracking her knuckles. "Physically assaulting a girl, you don't have any sense of shame or Pride, don't you?" Words wouldn't be any use against someone like this, only pain will be able to get through. Finally someone with a backbone, different from those other pieces of shit. If if wants to fight, so be it. Making her move, she gets within striking distance and unleashes a few punches to the face before making an attempt at legs with a sweep kick.

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Akira Kirigakure // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015

It was a pain, as punishment for being late to the amusement park, his sister forced him to go see a movie with her. While it seems normal for most people, the movie she made him see with her was the true punishment. Staggering out of the Movie theater, finally gaining his freedom from it all, the movie and his sister. Well, she's here for golden week so he probably shouldn't get his hopes up yet.

With a stretch, he decided to go out and get something to eat. That was, of course, when something caught his eyes, more importantly the one that caught his eyes. Akari Yamamoto, a classmate of his and one half of the twin duo that seem to have a penchant for being trouble. Not like he can say something like that. Given the way she was acting I'd say shes up to something again. It was strange not seeing her with Akio, usually they're almost always together. She's with a guy. Given the looks of him, brother? They did say they had a little brother. The same one who went missing for a time...Noboru was it?

Guessing right, he witnessed Akari speeding up, pushing Noboru from behind and fleeing right after. What was she aiming for? Simply pushing him from behind in a public place seems a bit petty for one of her stunts. Hmm... As the situation developed, he got a better picture. But the girl who was involved....it was the same one from before, with Miura and his goons. Akari must've kept tabs on it as well. Moving in closer, he approached from behind. "The Prince Of Warakuma High vs The Shrimp. You really have it out for your little brother, don't you?" He grinned as he continued to watch the fight.

Monday, 27^th, 2015 – Golden Week



Ah, Golden Week. One of the few holidays that you were not morally obliged to spend with your family. Gen decided to go to the mall. He did not intend to buy anything, but the sales always seemed to be so very appealing that he felt he just have to get it. Even if it was completely unnecessary, which was the case most of the time. That was the reason why he brought only the necessary money with him; enough to buy something cheap and probably something to eat or drink, and maybe to take the bus back home if he felt lazy enough. Gen admitted regretting that course of action because now he will be tempted to take the bus.

Warakuma was not exactly known for its size, so Gen reached Ferrero Mall sooner than expected. That was what happens when you have long legs: you cover more ground in less time and become more efficient, thus preventing the natural selection from coming for you. Funny how that worked, really; the short and the weak died while the tall and the strong prevailed. But what if you were tall and weak? Would you be… half-dead, half-alive? Interesting. Maybe sensei would know, but he could not ask them without being into topic already. It would be very awkward to ponder the whimsical decisions of life while learning math or history. However, Gen wrote down a mental note and stored it at the back of his brain; this will surely keep him awake at night.

Gen’s eyes caught something. A guy, dropping his phone, falling apart by the exhausting weight of society and, unable to bear the agonizing fate that has been pre-written for him, gives in to the torturous embrace of tiredness. No wait, that was exaggeration. He was overthinking this. He probably just dropped his phone because he had grease on his hand caused by delicious food. But then! That would mean he needs assistance! He probably did not have napkins, or something to drink. Gen had none of those. But he had some money! He could exchange it for goods and services! Capitalism!

After probably the longest queue of his life and having bought a bottle of water, Gen turned around and saw… someone else helping the guy. A girl, shoulder-length hair one. What? WHAT?! But, he saw him first. What could Gen do now? He could drink the water and leave them be, except he could not. No. He had used his money for a reason, and that was to assist someone in need. Gen was determined on his resolve, and so walked towards the two people talking. “Hey!” He waved, before the incident happened. ”Maybe it’s too late, but I saw you fall and I thought you may need some wa-“ And that was when it happened. It had to happen, right there, in front of the unknown stranger. For some God-forsaken reason, he had taken off the cap of the bottle, so when he stepped on his own feet and tripped, water was sent flying towards the two. Gen could only hope that their reflexes were okay and they would dodge the sudden, unintended attack.

Rikimaru played for a while more before heading home. When he did get home, he was happy to be alone. Being around people was more draining than it should have been.

Without a word he went up to his room when stayed there for the rest of the day.



Golden week was commerce gone wild, and why he didn't really understand it, he was a fan of it. There wasn't anything he really wanted or needed but buying something for the old folks, his mental name for his aunt and uncle, might go along way in helping his standing. Anything was worth a shot at this point.

His first order was business was getting something to eat. He would need find a place where he could eat in private, or at least where he wouldn't stand out.

After getting his food which seem to take forever, he found a spot where he thought he would be safe. So far out of the way that Rikimaru even felt safe taking off his mask. Resting his head in his hand, using his hand to cover up the part of his face he didn't want anyone to see.

He had a great view of every thing that was going on. Even what looked like some sort of a commotion. Rikimaru missed the opening salvoes and wasn't really sure what was going but why mkas a good fight?

He quickly put down his food and got his mask on. He was in such a hurry he didn't even both to try to keep it covered up. He was only half way finished with his meal so after getting his mask on Rikimaru brought it with him. If worse comes to worse he could throw it at someone to get an edge.

"Everything okay?" He asked when he walked up. Food was in both hands as he tried to put the pieces together of what was going on.

There was a chuckle that slipped out when the klutz came. Today was gonna be a good day.

Toma Tanaka - April 26th, Late Afternoon | Amusement Park

The boy gave a small laugh and nod in response to Akane asking if she should've hit them harder. "Mm, next time. They'll have to learn eventually."

He blinked when she mentioned his wrist, briefly looking down at his bandaged up right one, before quickly realizing she was talking about the little slap he had received on his left.

"Oh," he said, smile returning to his face. "Yeah, I'll have to get this checked out. Look, he even scratched me with his fingernail a little. It's a miracle I'm not bleeding out right now."

Toma nodded in affirmation at Akane's next words, giving a quick wave as she set off.

"She's nice," he commented as he looked back towards Kotori. He opened his mouth, deciding to ask if she'd mind if he sat on the bench -- but was cut off by the voice he had tried to forget.

"There you are, Tooooomaaaaa-kuuunn!"

God damn it.

He looked over his shoulder towards the running Arata, with a forced smile plastered on his face. It quickly dropped when the other boy practically jumped him from behind, throwing his arm around Toma's neck, all while laughing away. As the red-haired boy struggled to keep his balanced, he glanced around the park, seeing that many passerby's were staring at the scene that was being made.

"Oh? Hello!" Arata said cheerfully, noticing Kotori. "I'm Kimura Arata from class 3-2, and I'm the captain of the Track Club, which pretty much makes me Toma-kun's boss!" he spouted off, leaning forward excitedly and dragging Toma with him, still holding his neck. The taller boy quickly moved to pull Arata off -- even he found the guy overwhelming, so he couldn't imagine Kotori enjoying his presence all too much. Add onto that the stares they were getting, and all Toma wanted to do was get Arata away.

"No, it doesn't," said a light but exasperated female voice. A moment later, Arata's rambling was cut off by a hand reaching up and pulling hard on the back of his collar. "At all."

"Gah! Tsuru-chan, stoppp!" he protested, though his bright smile was still there.

These people had zero clue how to not draw attention. Toma gave an annoyed sigh to collect himself from the sneak attack. Despite how much more appealing sitting with Kotori sounded than getting dragged around by the track members some more, he no longer had a choice.

"I'll see you around," he said with a tired smile as he glanced at Kotori. He turned back to Arata, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder as he walked, urging him away. "Come on, Kimura-kun, let's get back to the group."

"Ah, okay! Now that you've eaten, wanna go on the roller coaster?" the boy asked excitedly as the two walked away from the bench.

Toma paled a little again. "Uh, no, that's fine. I'm sure you guys don't want to wait in line for it again," he said quickly. "Let's, uh, go to the Haunted House instead -- no one's done that yet today."

Tsuruko stood near Kotori, glancing between the two receding boys and the girl on the bench. "Sorry about blondie. He doesn't know how annoying he is," she said suddenly, wearing a flighty smile. A flash of realization appeared on her face for a moment, before instantly reverting to her simple, unconcerned expression. "Oh, I'm Yamada Tsuruko, Class 1-2." She paused again, deciding she should get back to her group. "Well, goodbye," she said simply, giving a small wave as she turned and walked away calmly.

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April 27th, Late Morning | Shopping District - Yoshida Book Café

Toma once again found himself in the old man's bookstore, unpacking and shelving books in order. The man had called him early in the morning, saying he had found a bunch more boxes that he had forgotten about, and asking if Toma'd like to help out for pay again. Of course, the boy had accepted and got himself ready for the day, making his way straight over.

He had been surprised to see that the store was already open for business, though no one had come in half-hour Toma had been there.

The boy looked around the quaint shop as he opened the next box. Though he had never been much of a reader, he found the place to be interesting. Every wall was lined with shelves of old-looking books, save for a portion of the back wall, which was where the counter and door to the backrooms were. Littering the floor were various sofas and chairs, and small tables. As the old man had explained, customers could order a drink, pick any book that interested them, and sit down to read it. And if they wanted to buy any of the books, they could.

The ringing of the door, signalling that someone had entered, brought Toma back. He glanced at the customer, an elderly woman, who moved to look at the shelves near the front of the store. After placing the books he was holding down, he moved to the backrooms, which served as both a storage area and the old man's living space.

"Yoshida-san," Toma called out. When that got no response, he poked his head into a room that couldn't be considered anything but a closet, and saw the man sound asleep on the futon he had laid out, out of the covers and fully clothed, like he had just passed out.

Wait. Was he dead? "Yoshida... san?" Toma asked quietly, staring hard at the unmoving body. After a tense moment, the man's chest rose up, and fell again -- a sure sign of breathing.

Toma let out a relieved sigh, and wondered why his mind had immediately feared that the guy had died. He was old, yeah, but still.

He looked out the door into the shop, and saw the customer seemed to have found a book that interested her. Not wanting to disturb Yoshida, he decided to try to hold down the fort until the old man woke up. Toma knew how to make coffee, and he was decent with people, so he figured it wouldn't be too difficult -- especially considering how few customers this place seemed to get. In fact, Yoshida had said that he ran the whole store alone.

Taking one last moment to steel himself, he stepped out behind the counter, wearing a welcoming smile.

'So damn tired...' That was the only thought that crossed Masahide's mind as he slowly began rising from his bed. The park had took a number on the boy, causing sharp pains and aches to course through his body from the labor the night before. Still, the boy forced himself to his feet as he began to put on a fresh suit- all the while yawning and stretching as he tried to adjust. Shortly after, he'd find himself in the bathroom neighboring his bedroom, going over the same routine as he briefly styled his hair and turned to leave. It was then that he paused, eyeing himself over in the mirror as he looked over himself- as he did the night before. Still as pale as a ghost, and those dark circles under his eyes still prevalent. '... Maybe I'll head home early tonight?' Masa thought to himself as he continued to leave the room, making his way down stairs.

The hardwood platforms creaked softly under the weight of the boy, despite having survived many generations of the Saji family, it was beginning to show it's age. Even then, it was very well maintained: nearly no dust was present, the carpets well cleaned, and even the lights in the house seemed to be new. Or at least immaculately well kept. But the visual were soon trumped by the scents wafting about the abode, originating form the kitchen as subtle clatter and commotion would be heard. Reaching the doorway within moments, Masa would peek his head inside- spying his mother and her daily practice of cooking breakfast...

"Morning." Masahide spoke as he now fully entered the kitchen, causing his mother to jump as if slightly startled.

"Masa?" She replied, setting her whisk aside for a moment as she seemed somewhat awe struck. True, it had been a while since Masa had made time to converse with his mother, and even longer since he'd stopped by for her cooking. Still, the look subsided into a warm smile as she returned to her labors, "Glad to see you up and about. I was worried you were going to sleep all day, what with you coming home so late."

"I didn't plan on being up this early either... But I've got a couple of things to do before practice today." Masa made his way to the counter at his mother's side as he leaned against it, unable to suppress an audible groan from the strain his muscles were experiencing.

"Really, Masa?" His mother's eyes had that look again... The same look he had gotten the night before form that girl, "Could you skip at least one day to get some rest? I mean, you haven't mis-"

"I'm fine." Masa replied curtly, eyeing over his mother out of the corner of his eyes as he forced himself to stand... The concern on his mother's face was more then evident, but he wouldn't hear another word, "I'll try to be home after practice."

"Masa... Just- Be careful." Was his mother's final reply, placing her free hand on his shoulder as she leaned in to kiss him upon the cheek, before returning to her work. As Masa left his home, the sound of the shutting door would trigger his mother to pause in her efforts as she began to cry.

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It seemed like an eternity had passed as Masa entered the mall, his legs tensing up and cramping slightly as he paused a moment. It had only been yesterday since he had been here, but all at once it seemed like a different place. Was it always this busy? Had he just not noticed? Even with experiencing the rush firsthand, it was different looking from the outside in. Still, he'd begin traversing the mall, though with no real goal in mind. Even he didn't know why he was here... A few people had recognized him and snickered slight, but all at once their attention became diverted as they rushed to a growing commotion. Though curious, Masa would make no attempt to actually see what was going on- merely posting himself upon a wall as he watched over the crowd.

A lucky split in the crowd revealed what looked to be a fight, "Really? In broad daylight? What type of idiots would throw down in the mall at a time like this?" Shaking his head, he'd merely wait patiently, watching the events play out- an amused smirk subtly spread across his lips.