In one world, a certain universe, the founder of the Kirijo group, Kouetsu Kirijo would authorize the experimentation of beings known as, Shadows. At first, it was merely a bid for power, a desire to harness the powers of these Shadows to create a time manipulation device. Throughout the years, the Kirijo group had managed to gather some of the top scientists from around the world along with a significant amount of shadows.

Eventually, there came a point in time in where these experiments had come to an abrupt end. It had simply became known as, the "Shadow Incident", an event in time where an experiment went wrong, would lead to the creation of the Dark Hour, and with it, the labyrinth known as Tartarus.

Of course these events were easily kept under wraps, largely in part thanks to the influence of the Kirijo group. And yet even so, this incident would lead to irreversible changes to the world itself and specifically, for one boy.

One of the results of this incident involved an event that would lead to the boy losing his parents during one of the family's daily commutes across the Tatsumi Port Island Bridge. On that fateful night, the boy would have the aspect of Death, the 13th arcana sealed inside of him. And through a series of events spanning throughout the years, the boy would find himself becoming the Wild Card. And with that power, came the responsibility of seeing things through to the end, resulting in a final showdown with the entity known as Nyx.

But, that is a story for another time.

In another world, another universe, the Kirijo group never discovered the existence known as Shadows. Without that discovery, the desire to harness these Shadows could never exist, leading Kouetsu Kirijo to other directions in his pursuit for power. It was only a small change, and yet it would lead to a giant ripple of change.

And so, because the "Shadow Incident" never occurred, the boy would never lose his parents on that fateful night. The family's daily commute across the Tatsumi Port Island Bridge would go on as usual.

And yet, Fate was a fickle mistress. The boy would have his parents, but only for a little while longer. The very next year, the family would be the victims of a burglary, resulting in once again, the death of this boy's parents.

And so, just the same as before, the boy would find himself being dropped off from orphanage to orphanage, switching from school to school. One could think of it as being quite ironic really, with all these changes, some things still remain the same as ever.

And just as before, 10 years later, the boy would once again find himself switching schools. Only this time, it would not be Gekkoukan High. After all, without the "Shadow Incident" the school could not have existed in the first place, and instead, in its place was the Kirijo group's laboratory, still standing firm.

The boy was a Wild Card no more.

But who says that the only way to save the world was by signing a contract given to you by the aspect of death?

A Persona 3 x High School of the Dead Crossover

A Wild Card No More

The First Card-

The Ace of Spades

"Arisato-san, now that I have your attention, please read the next part of the chapter for the class."

He blinked.

A small round of snickers and giggles could be heard erupting throughout the entire class. It seemed that he had unknowingly fallen asleep during today's lesson.

With a slight grumble of an apology, the boy rose up from his seat, grabbing his textbook and proceeded to read aloud, the next part of the lesson. His voice was quite soft, one almost had to strain to hear him speak.

From a first glance, the boy was almost no different from every other boy. In fact, the only thing that looked somewhat out of place were the headphones that constantly hung around his neck. Since the first day the blue haired boy had transferred in, those headphones remained steadfast in their position around his neck.

And while it was technically against school rules for the students to carry around electronics, none of the teachers really had the heart to scold the boy after looking at his profile. When one got close enough to the boy, that was when the differences truly showed themselves.

If one could describe the boy in a few words, it would probably be stoic, or perhaps apathetic. No doubt the faculty considered this quirk of the boy as a result of trauma from his childhood.

"Thank you Arisato-san, you may be seated. Do try to stay awake next time though."

Another small round of snickers swept its way through the class as the boy sat down.

After a few more minutes and a great deal of effort in trying to stay awake, the bell had rung, signaling that it was lunch time.

As usual more than half the class quickly jumped out of their seats and dashed out of the classroom, no doubt trying to secure a good spot in the lunch line. The boy merely remained in his seat as he watched his peers continue to rush out of the class.

"You not getting enough sleep or something Arisato? At this rate you'll end up with detention you know."

Hisashi Igou. A grey haired boy that was apparently considered to be one of the more popular people of the class.

He was a second-year student, just like himself. He also happened to the person that sat next to him in most of his classes. He could see why Igou was one of the more well liked students of the class. The boy seemed to have a certain charismatic air around him. A natural leader.

"I suppose so."

Hisashi only chuckled in response.

"Still playing the role of the silent protagonist, eh Arisato?", he picked up his notebook and began to get up, "Well I better get in line before all the good foods gone, later Arisato."

Just as he did with the others, the boy watched Hisashi leave, only he wasn't alone. Two other classmates of his walked over to meet up with the boy. He recognized them as Rei Miyamoto and Takashi Komuro. Those were the two that Hisashi seemed to always be together with, the three were probably good friends.

As they began to make their way outside of the classroom, he could overhear a little bit of their conversation.

"Why do you bother talking with him Hisashi?"

"I don't know, he just seems kind of lonely you know? You don't like him Rei?"

The boy could see the girl glance back at his direction before quickly turning around when she noticed that he was looking at them.

"No, nothing like that! He's just kind of… weird, I guess."

He decided to stop eavesdropping on the trio. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop to begin with, but when he heard that the subject in question was himself. Well, the curiosity got the better of him. What the girl said didn't bother him. He wasn't the type of person to harbor petty grudges. Although the more correct way to phrase it was probably that nothing really bothered him.

The incident with his parents a decade ago seemed to dull almost any feelings he had. He was never a very expressive person to begin with either. Combine that with the trauma from the incident, he supposed he couldn't blame the girl for thinking of him as "weird".

He supposed he should follow the rest of his class to the cafeteria. He was getting somewhat hungry after all. And so with a great deal of effort suppressing a yawn, the boy plugged in his beloved headphones and headed down towards the cafeteria.

Bullying.

It was quite a common occurrence, it seemed to happen at every school that he transferred to. Although they never seemed to bully him. He supposed it lost its appeal when the victim barley responded. That and most people just seemed to leave him alone, thinking of him as too strange to associate with.

So, it didn't come as a surprise when he saw one of the students from his class getting bossed around by the third-years. If he remembered correctly, the glasses wearing victim went by the name Kohta Hirano.

If he hadn't already agreed to deliver these papers to one of the many club advisors throughout the school, then perhaps he might have stepped in. Not because he felt pity or anything of the sort, he rarely felt anything really, but more because it simply seemed to be morally right he supposed.

And so, his gaze lingered on the scene for a few more moments before he went on his way, he had agreed to deliver these after all.

"Hey, you wait!"

He stopped. Turning around, it seemed that one of the bullies were from his class. Imamura he believed his name was.

"The new guy, Arisato right?"

He simply nodded, unsure of where this conversation was going.

"Do me a favor and don't go snitching on us alright?"

It was a sensible request. They didn't want to get into any more trouble with the faculty. Imamura was frequently seen in detention and he supposed that the rest of them were the same.

"Hold up Imamura", another one of bullies, one of the third-years he didn't recognize looked his way, "Hey you, come over here."

He frowned. Lunch break was almost over and he still needed to deliver these papers. But he still obliged nonetheless, he had asked and he saw no reason to refuse him. He supposed if he picked up his pace he could still finish delivering the papers before the break ended.

He wondered what was going through the boy's head as the third-year got closer to him and squinted, almost as if he was appraising him. Then almost as if a light bulb popped over his head in those cartoons, the boy eyes went wide.

"Yeah I remember now, I saw you on a police report before!"

He could see Imamura and the rest of them look at their supposed leader with confusion.

"Yeah, you're the kid whose parents were killed in a robbery a few years back right? My dad's a cop so I've seen a couple of police reports."

He could see Imamura frown a little bit.

"Well fuck Tsunoda, way to kill my mood. Shouldn't be talking bout things like that so casually man."

Did Imamura pity him? It was pointless if he did. The incident didn't bother him anymore.

"Hey! What do you boys think you're doing over there!"

He could see the color drain from the boys faces as they heard the P.E. teacher's voice.

"Tsunoda, Imamura, what are you knuckleheads up to now?"

"Nothing Mr. Takayama! Just having a good time with my buds."

Unsurprisingly, Tsunoda was not a very good liar. His type never were. It seemed Mr. Takayama didn't buy it either.

"Your buds huh?", Takayama looked over to Kohta, who seemed to be having anything but a "good time", "Hirano, these guys messing with you?"

It seemed like the boy, Kohta was going to tell the teacher what happened but apparently the glare from Tsunoda quickly shut him up. Ah, he was afraid of what would happen afterwards if he did "snitch". Mr. Takayama frowned.

"Hey, Arisato. Is what Tsunoda said true?"

He thought about whether to lie or not. Tsunoda and the rest of the bullies, baring Imamura seemed to be glaring at him as well. Imamura only kept his frown. He didn't take Imamura as someone that cared this much.

Mr. Takayama was looking at him expectantly.

"No. It seemed like they were bullying Hirano-san."

"Why you fucking snitch!"

It seemed as if Tsunoda was about to start throwing some punches. Of course, Mr. Takayama quickly stepped in and dragged the would be bullies away, muttering all the while that "they didn't pay him enough to deal with kind of shit".

He sighed. That took up more time then he thought it would. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to deliver the rest of these papers today.

"Arisato-san was it? Thanks for standing up for me. Most people would just walk away…"

He looked over to the glasses wearing boy. He didn't know much about him besides his name. Although he had heard rumors that the boy was a gun otaku, he didn't bother to ask him about it. Instead, he merely nodded in response. It looked like the boy wanted to say something else but he ignored it, he still had these papers to deliver and he had wasted enough time as it was.

As he continued to walk down the hallway he saw another student leaning on one of the many door frames along the classroom building. She seemed to be appraising him as well. People seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Did he suddenly grow horns on his head or something? Ah, but then he was the new transfer student. People were bound to be curious about him.

"I didn't take you for the righteous type."

The tone in her voice almost seemed to make her statement lean towards a question. Mr. Takayama had simply asked him a question and he responded with the truth, that was all there was to it. He didn't answer for any righteous reasons or anything.

"Tsunoda and his goons are only going to go after you now, you know that right?"

He stopped. That would be troublesome and problematic. But then again, he supposed that Tsunoda seemed like the type that would harbor grudges. His own fault for not realizing that sooner he supposed.

"I see."

The pink haired girl sighed. Ah, he remembered now, she was Saya Takagi. She had scored some of the highest scores on the last exam. One of his fellow classmates as well. How odd that he could recognize the glasses wearing boy instantly as a classmate but not this girl with the pink hair.

"I can't tell if you're just trying too hard to be a good guy or just stupid."

If he had to choose, he would have to say neither. He didn't voice that out of course. Instead he merely ignored her and continued to walk down the hallway. He had heard her mutter, "stupid" as she walked back into the classroom. He ignored it, it didn't bother him and perhaps if he rushed he would still be able to deliver these papers!

Then the lunch bell rang, signaling that the lunch break was over. He sighed. It seemed that he would have to finish delivering these papers tomorrow. He didn't enjoy not following through on something when he gave his word.

He hadn't expected to join the kendo club. He hadn't expected to join any club for that matter. But as he was delivering the papers to the numerous club advisors across the school, the kendo club advisor had stopped to talk with him. Mr. Okazaki seemed to be quite the outgoing individual. In fact, before he knew it, he had ended up getting roped into signing up for the kendo club.

It didn't really bother him he supposed. Mr. Okazaki had wanted him to join the kendo club, so he merely obliged. As he was about to open the old fashioned wooden door to the kendo dojo, the door slid open by itself, revealing a very tall purple haired girl inside.

"Hello there, you must be the newcomer that Mr. Okazaki told me about."

He merely nodded in response.

It turned out the girl was the captain of the kendo team. A third year by the name of Saeko Busujima. He had thought that she looked familiar. He had seen her face on various newspapers many times, she had won multiple kendo tournaments in the past. And if he remembered correctly, her father was a very famous swordsman.

"I take it that Mr. Okazaki pressured you until joining the kendo club?"

He merely nodded in response. She seemed to sigh.

"I'm sorry, I've told him time and time again to stop pressuring people to join. It would be better if people joined of their own will."

It didn't bother him.

"You are, Arisato-san right? The new transfer student?"

He nodded once again.

"You are not a very talkative person are you, Arisato-san?", She smiled as she got up and reached for a wooden sword, handing him one, "But that is fine, in kendo, one may speak with their sword instead of their voice."

It almost seemed to surprise her when he arrived at the dojo the very next day. Apparently, most people that end up getting pressured into the club by Mr. Okazaki didn't bother showing up at all. He wasn't all too surprised to hear this.

In the end, it had turned out that he was surprisingly talented at the sport. The captain herself had praised him.

"You have a real talent for kendo, Arisato-san. For once, I am actually happy that Mr. Okazaki did not listen to me."

They had regularly competed with each other. There were not very many members in the kendo club after all. He had lost every time of course. But, according to her, he was improving at an astounding rate.

"Do you not enjoy kendo, Arisato-san?"

He was not expecting this question. He did not hate it. But he did not like it either. He supposed it was similar to most things in his life, a routine that he simply followed.

"If Mr. Okazaki did not tell you to join, would you have joined the kendo club on your own Arisato-san?"

He shook his head. Mr. Okazaki had asked and he had listened. He rarely if anything did something out of his own will, he just didn't have the motivation or the care for it.

"I see."

If she was disappointed in his answer, she did not show it.

The first three weeks at Fujimi Academy went by exactly as he expected. His daily routine consisted of him going to school, then going to work or the kendo club, and finally, ended with him going home. He no longer stayed at orphanages anymore, and he supposed that he was glad for that. He considered himself a solidary type of person and enjoyed his alone time.

-Beep- -Beep-

Turning off the alarm on his watch. The boy quickly finished eating his breakfast, consisting of plain white rice and a single egg on top, and grabbed his school bag. He considered himself a pretty good cook but he didn't bother making anything that would have taken too much effort. He didn't really have a preference when it came to food, if it was edible, he would eat it, that was all. He glanced at his watch as he put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. It was time for another day of school.

He didn't mind going to school. But he didn't exactly enjoy it either, then again, there weren't a lot of things he enjoyed doing anymore. He just simply felt really empty. Like there was no purpose to his life or life in general. He chuckled at the rather dark though as he put on his shoes. Was he beginning to turn into a nihilist?

The day went by just as any other. He had slept through the first three periods as usual. Of course the teacher wasn't able to catch him dozing off anymore. It was quite strange how the teacher had managed to spot him last time really. He was quite proud of his ability to blend in seamlessly and sleep through lessons. An ability that he had developed throughout his many years as a student.

Hisashi made some small talk with him as usual when the lunch bell rang. It had almost become a routine for the two now. Hisashi would ask him things and he would answer. The questions could range from anything, about himself to what was his opinion on the latest gossip going around the school. He remembered one time Hisashi had asked him whether or not he was gay. He had almost choked on his own saliva when he heard him. During his first two weeks at the school, one of the first-year girls had tried to ask him out. It was quite surprising really, because people would rarely talk to him other than Hisashi and a few others.

He had politely declined. Hisashi had said the question before was only a joke as he continued to laugh at his expense.

"She was quite cute you know."

He had agreed. Hisashi had tried to continue grilling him for answers that day, but he simply shook his head, not wanting to give the other boy any further ammunition to use for future jokes at his expense.

He wouldn't say that they were friends. Good acquaintances more than anything really. The small talk did provide him with some form of entertainment though, so he was grateful to Hisashi for that. He actually found himself looking forward to their odd talks.

Lunch break went by as usual. He had taken to his usual corner on the roof and began to munch on his many packets of melon bread. He had always been a heavy eater. As he took another bite, he leaned against the wall and began to look up at the clouds, perhaps he might take a nap, it was a nice day after all. It seemed like it was simply going to be another normal day.

That was until 5th period came along. Takashi wasn't seen in class, though it wasn't exactly a surprise. He had seen the boy frequently cut class in his time at Fujimi. Although what did take him with surprise as well as the entire class was when Takashi barged through the door in the middle of 5th period, seemingly out of breath. It seemed that he had been running for a while. He had raised an eyebrow when he saw Takashi grab Rei Miyamoto by the arm, telling her to go with him. Events would rarely warrant a facial expression from him, but this was one of them.

His eyebrow rose even higher when he saw Takashi slap Rei across the face. With some force he might add. Hisashi had got up now and it looked like things would only escalate from there. Ah, Hisashi was Rei's boyfriend, he remembered the boy telling him in one of their daily conversations. He thought Hisashi would slug Takashi across the face, and it looked like he was about too when Takashi whispered something into his ear.

Because he had sat near Hisashi and only a few seats away from Rei, he could hear what Takashi had said.

"There was a murder at the front gates just now, we got to get out of here."

His eyebrow probably couldn't rise any higher than it was right now. If the entire class wasn't focused on the trio that was standing in the middle of the room, they would probably be amazed that the apathetic boy was actually showing a facial expression.

The trio had soon left the classroom, prompting the teacher to yell angrily after them, but ultimately do nothing but close the door. Hushed voices had begun to spread around the classroom, most likely his peers gossiping among each other about what they thought was going on.

It seemed that not everyone had heard what Takashi had said, and those that had, simply dismissed it as the boy being an idiot. He believed Takashi though, the boy had no reason to lie in that situation after all. But nonetheless, he remained in his seat, the murder and the potential danger didn't bother him at all.

It didn't surprise him when the warning announcement over the loudspeaker was cut short, probably by the murderer no less. The classroom was dead silent for a moment. And cliché as it was, the thing that broke everyone out of their stupor was a piece of chalk falling onto the floor.

Then chaos ensured. The entire class erupted into panic, students piled out of the now all too narrow doors of the classroom. The teacher had completely lost control of his class and seemed to not know what to do, before deciding to run along with the mob. The boy merely continued to sit in his seat and observe. People would have probably found it amusing how the entire class struggled to fit out of a 3 foot wide doorframe while he casually sat in his seat observing the spectacle before him.

It was a natural response he guessed. They were afraid, and the instinct of self-preservation was kicking in. As to why the boy wasn't joining the mob? He simply didn't care. His instincts of self-preservation were simply non-existent, he didn't fear death. No, that was probably wrong, it had nothing to do with fear or being brave, he simply just didn't care. Perhaps it was a result from the trauma of seeing his parents killed in front him? He wasn't sure, nor did he really care for that matter.

"Are you seriously stupid or something!?"

He was broken out of his thoughts of a voice that strangely reminded him of a harpy. The entire class had already managed to escape and surprisingly enough, Takagi and Hirano were still here, staring at him nonetheless.

He merely raised an eyebrow in response.

"Did you not hear the announcement or something!?"

Ah, so that was it. It seemed that they were worried about his well-being. It seemed that Takagi was a much better person than he had initially thought.

"I heard it."

The look on her face was almost amusing to see.

"Then what are you waiting for stupid!? We need to go, now!"

The Hirano boy only meekly nodded in response. He decided to get up leaving his schoolbag behind. He supposed he could always go back to get it later. He didn't decide to go along with them because he was afraid of dying. But it seemed like she had wanted him to come along, so he did.

And so they ran. The chaos going around the school was a tough one to take in.

"People eating people… This isn't even funny anymore", Takagi's face was etched in worry as she continued to run.

"T-Takagi, why are we running away? Shouldn't we go to the teachers or something."

It was the first time Hirano had spoken so far. His tone of voice carried the same worry that was evident in Takagi's.

"Are you stupid or something Hirano? What do you think the teachers are going to do? If you haven't noticed, people are eating other people."

She really could sound like a harpy. They had stopped running for a while and were now hiding under a staircase.

"T-then do you have a cellphone Takagi? We should probably call the police."

Kohta should really think things through before asking these questions. It would only piss off Takagi even more after all.

"How stupid can you get?", Takagi continued to look around before breaking off in a run once the coast was clear, with us following close behind, "Don't you think everyone's already tried calling the police already, stupid?"

Hirano had gone quiet after that and the trio continued to run in silence. Takagi had led them into the arts and crafts room.

"Lock the door before they get in here stupid!"

Hirano quickly locked the door with a yelp. Takagi appeared to be looking around the room for something. After a couple minutes, she had put a nail gun and a somewhat large metal pipe onto the table.

"U-uh, what are you doing Takagi?"

… Hirano really needed to stop asking these redundant questions. Unless he was a masochist that enjoyed having his eardrums ruptured.

"What are you stupid? Haven't you ever seen those zombie movies? We have to defend ourselves somehow."

Takagi sighed as she looked around for more useful items. She just had to be stuck with these two idiots. If only she had went with Takashi when he had barged out of the classroom.

"This is a nail gun right Arisato-san?"

This was the first time that Hirano had spoken to him since the bullying incident. He simply nodded in agreement.

"Looks like its gas powered too."

"Obviously", Takagi said with a huff as she opened a drawer, "We wouldn't be able to bring it with us if it was wired. You're one of those basement dwelling gun-otaku aren't you? Use that thing."

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Hirano start muttering to himself. From what he could make out, something about the weight of the gun and attaching a sight to it? He turned his attention back towards the table, he guessed that the metal pipe was his? He supposed that Takagi had heard about him joining the kendo club.

Grabbing it, he gave it a few test swings. It didn't weigh as much as a bokken did, but he supposed he didn't have much of a choice in this situation.

"I never expected anyone to join the kendo club, much less you of all people."

He glanced over at Takagi, who was now staring at him, one hand resting on her hip. He hadn't expected to join either. As he was about to explain why, there was a loud bang on the door. Ah, they must have heard them, with all the yelling Takagi was doing at first. So it seemed that these… zombies, reacted to sound. Another loud bang. The door would only hold for a few more seconds at most.

"W-what are you guys doing!? We have to do something, they're going to get in here soon!"

The fear was quite evident in her voice. Was she that afraid of dying? He turned his attention over to Hirano, who was still muttering something about a "sight" while trying to put together a random assortments of parts. Another loud bang.

The door soon broke apart and chaos ensured.

"S-someone, do something!"

And so he did.

They did not come at him with any thoughts on their attacks, only a mindless charge. He swung at the nearest one, feeling the impact as the pipe hit the side of its head, most likely shattering a part of its skull. Compared to trying to guard against the strikes of Busujima-sempai, these things might as well have been moving in slow motion.

He caught the next one on the chin, hearing the rather disgusting sound of bone cracking as its neck turned in a way that human necks were never supposed to be able to do.

Another one had already gotten dangerously close to him. With a grunt, he switched his stance and swung, hitting it across the face. The metal pipe then promptly broke in half, not having been designed to be wielded as if it were a bokken.

He frowned as there were still three more of them rushing straight at him. But with no weapon, he wouldn't have much of a chance against this many. She had asked him to do something and he had tried. This was good enough he supposed. There probably weren't much worse ways to die than being eating alive.

He dropped the remains of the pipe in his hands and chuckled. He supposed at least now he had an interesting story to tell his parents if he met them in the afterlife.

The rather morbid thought quickly came to an end as something whizzed by his head. He heard a few more clicks and a few bullets fly past him before hitting each zombie squarely in the head. They soon all dropped dead once again to the floor.

"Got them!"

He blinked once, before promptly turning around. Ah, so that's what he meant by "sight". Hirano was holding the nail gun, only now it had a makeshift sight marker on it.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the expression on Hirano's face. How odd, he never thought that the glasses wearing boy was capable of making an expression like that.

"U-uh, is there something on my face Arisato-san?"

He blinked.

And just like that, it had disappeared as Hirano looked at him, a confused look in his eyes.

He shook his head in reply.

"A-are you not just stupid, but also suicidal!? Why did you just stand there!?"

Ah, the harpy was back. Along with quite the glare as well.

"My weapon broke."

He simply stated a fact. Takagi however appeared to not like his answer.

"So, what? You were just going to let them eat you? Why didn't you run away or fight back?"

He thought about telling her that he wouldn't have stood a chance against three undead with only a three inch metal pipe. He also thought about telling her that there would have been nowhere to run as the zombies were coming in from the only exit, coupled by the fact that they were on the third floor as well. As a self-proclaimed genius, she really should have been able to think that through. Of course, he didn't voice any of these thoughts, least he awaken the harpy again.

Instead he simply nodded.

Hirano and Takagi didn't know what to say.

"So what, you would rather just die and give up?"

He nodded once again. She clenched her fists in response. That usually wasn't a good sign.

"Then why did you even fight them off in the first place?"

"You asked."

It was a simple answer. But then again, it was a simple question in the first place. She had asked for help, he had provided it.

They stood there for a little while in silence. The screams that could be regularly heard across the school earlier were occurring much less now. It would seem that a good deal of the school population had succumbed to the undead.

Takagi had a unsure look on her face. As if she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to speak whatever it was on her mind. Hirano meanwhile only remained quiet as he regarded the two with an unreadable expression.

"If… If I hadn't called out to you, would you have just remained in that classroom?"

That was… an unexpected question. He thought about it. He might have just stayed there. Or he might have eventually ventured out, curiosity getting the better of him. But, that wasn't the real question on her mind. Not what she really wanted to ask.

So, he merely nodded.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Ah, there it was. The real question that she had wanted to ask. Compared to the question before it, this one was a simple one.

"I don't really care", he looked at her for a moment, a curious look on his face before deciding to speak again, "Is dying that scary to you?"

Bokken- A wooden sword that is typically used in Kendo.

Author's Notes: I wanted to try a new style of writing and this is what happened. I hope it turned out well. It's been a while since I've played Persona 3, so if anything is off, please forgive me ^_^". I'm really glad I was able to end the chapter on a quote from the new P3 movie, ah ha. Anyway, reviews would be great as I would love to hear people's thoughts on the story.

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