So I think I've discovered my way of writing proper. With the whole narration from the protagonist and all that, It really makes it a lot of fun and makes it feel like a story we're all being told instead of just me putting something out there and hiding away until it's next part is done.

On a side note I'll keep writing for this story until it's COMPLETE and then move onto or back to one another.

Thanks to all the beautiful people who have sent me messages and reviewed, I'm glad you like the stories. Makes the recovery period of surgery a lot less stagnant.

Next story will be a revisit to Borderlands, with Warframe elements thrown in. Don't worry to those outside the know with Warframe, I'll keep it minimal.

Menma Narrating

Guest Narrating

"Shadows/Persona Talking."

"Humans Talkings."

'Humans thinking.'

"Telepathy/Radios."

[26/11/20XX - Uzumaki Residence; Afternoon]

Menma threw off his Shujin jacket and sunk into his couch, falling face first into the comfy cushions, he honestly thought about drifting off there and then, the exhaustion of going into the Metaverse twice in the same day still having not left him.

A knock at the door made him groan and almost whine in rejection of the idea that he had a visitor already. Flopping onto the ground the discomfort prompted him enough to get up, opening the door he was greeted to the sight of Makoto.

"It's been thirty seconds, what's wrong?" Menma asked tiredly.

"Do you mind if I talk to you for a few minutes?" Makoto asked gently.

Menma nodded and slinked back to the couch, falling into a sitting position, Makoto followed and sat herself down across from him, "Sorry if it looks like I'm not listening, I am it's just that my body is trying to punish me."

"I understand, don't worry." Makoto assured with a small smile, "I can only imagine how tired you must be after doing two trips."

"I imagine it's similar to an awakening." Menma ventured with a slight wave of his hand, "All the energy you did have is just… pulled right out of you."

"That sounds about right." The brunette said with a nod, "I wanted to ask you how you were actually."

"Tired." Menma said without missing a beat, chuckling to himself. "Good, my nightmares are steadily getting less vivid, any time it get's hard to deal with my parents help me. Speaking with all of you and re-attaching myself to reality is making life easier."

"That's good… when Futaba pulled the full video file we were all-" Menma's dark glare made the words die in her throat, even tired he could pin her vocal chords with but a look. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know that if you need me, I'm here for you."

"I appreciate that, Makoto." Menma said with a nod, his glare fading away as he closed his eyes and leant back into the couch, "Means a lot."

"Do you mind if I ask you something else?" She probed quietly, getting a wordless nod as a go-ahead from the redhead.

"What's going on between… you and my sister?" She asked, not exactly wanting those bitter words to leave her lips.

Menma cracked open an eye and raised a brow at that, gesturing her to elaborate.

"Well it's just that… she seems to be bringing you up a lot all of a sudden, and after whatever happened in your trip to Mementos happened she's been… chipper. I just wanted to ask you if there was… an occurrence."

"Are you asking if I had sex with your sister, Makoto?" Menma questioned with a smirk.

"That's what I am asking, yes." Makoto affirmed, her eyes set and resolute.

"Whether I did or didn't why are you asking me about this, and not your sister? Wouldn't she be more inclined to sharing what put her in such a good mood?" Menma questioned with another question.

"Please don't deflect." Makoto asked with a small frown, those same pink lips he love(s/ed) so much pulled downward.

"Ask Sae, Makoto. It's not my place to talk behind your sister's back." Menma said finally, after a moment of thinking it over.

"So you did." Accused the brunette.

"I didn't say that, nor did I imply it. I simply said that you should talk to your sister, your relationship with her is none of my business. Nor is it my place to comment on it." Menma stated, resolute in his words.

"..." Makoto fiddled with the hem of her skirt, "Why are you like this?" She asked, downcast.

"Clarify." Menma ordered, narrowing his gaze.

"Why sex? What is it about it that has you so hung up?" She questioned, her eyes not meeting his.

"Part of it is the physical expression of passion and lust between two people, the other is the bond that is built between two people during the act, the binding of two into one." Menma said with a shrug, "It's pleasure, it's romance, it's lust, it's love. I don't really have an answer. I just like the concept, the act and all the bits in between."

"With my sister?" Makoto almost plead, looking down at the couch that the two had snuggled on many occasions, she could still feel the phantom of his warm arms around her waist.

"Makoto." Menma said, a soft sigh leaving him. "It's not like I am the way I am to spite you. I'm a human being, with human needs and desires. I never once claimed to be a perfect person, nor should I expect anyone can. In the grand scheme of my life I only recently begun feeling that explosion in my chest that is the sensation of love." Admitted the youth.

"When we started dating, I was the happiest I'd ever been. You made me feel whole, like any void I had could just be filled with the love I held for you, and in turn whatever feelings you had for me. I'm not some sex-crazed maniac that wanted to just flood your insides with my various fluids." Her cheeks tinted pink, though her nose wrinkled at the manner he said it.

"I'm a seventeen year old human male, Makoto. My interest in sex is perfectly normal."

"You told me you've been interested in it since you were four." Makoto pointed out without missing a beat.

Menma shrugged, "I'm a dedicated student." He grinned, Makoto chuckled despite herself, "Look, I'll level with you… because if nothing else you're one of my dearest friends." Menma sat up properly and knitted his fingers together.

"My interest in your sister is not some shallow attempt to get back at you. We've been split for months, does it bother me the way it ended? Of course it does." Menma said, his face never even twitching as Makoto winced, "But we're both mature enough to continue on with life. I already know Sae, I've known her as long as I've known you, so yes… outside looking it it may seem like some petty bullshit attempt to rub it in your face, I'm just doing what makes me happy. If that upsets you, I'm sorry but my responsibility for your happiness has ended."

Makoto nodded, she closed her eyes and sighed, "That's fair." She admitted after a moment of thinking it over, "I'm glad we dated." Admitted the girl.

"Really?" Menma asked, skeptical, "You sure about that one?"

"I know." Makoto said with a roll of her eyes, "I know… trust me. I'm glad because it was a good experience, we shared a lot of firsts together, and I'm glad that I can look back on all those times with fondness instead of the… ugly way I did for so long."

"When you still thought I was a sex-starved borderline-despicable human being who used women as outlets for his desires." Menma cut in, straight faced.

"Yes." Makoto responded, the redhead nodded and gestured her on, "So I just wanted to ask you if… next time I start to go crazy, if it's okay if I come to you."

"I'd expect it." Menma said with a scoff, "Who else are you going to ask, Morgana? Come now darling, we've shared too much with one another to walk away."

"What do you mean?" Makoto questioned with a quirked brow.

"We've seen each other naked, I don't know about you but that image is burnt into my mind. I don't like the idea of someone who's seen me so… exposed, hating me. Hate makes people spill secrets, and that opens up vulnerabilities."

"Like about that scar on your hip?" Makoto said with a grin, Menma frowned and crossed his arms.

"I've said it once I'll say it again, birds have sharp fucking claws!" Hissed the purple eyed youth.

"You did kick a ball into it's nest." Pointed out the brunette with a giggle.

"The dickhead shouldn't have nested at a beach!" Defended the Apex Heir.

Makoto and Menma broke into a fit of laughter, the door opened revealing Kushina who greeted them both with kisses on the cheek, "Good afternoon my sweets."

"Hello Kushina-san." Makoto greeted, her body warming at the sensation of a mother's love.

"What did I tell you, Mako-chan?" Kushina asked sternly as she slid her handbag over the back of a chair, "Call me Kaa-san."

"Uh, but I-" Kushina wagged her finger making the girl fall silent.

"Your relation with Menma isn't why I said that in the first place, sweetheart." The older redhead gently pulled the younger girl into a warm embrace, "It's because you're a precious little treasure that I want grandbabies from."

"Why is everyone talking about kids recently?" Menma asked the ceiling, before a catlike grin spread across his mother's face, "What…?"

"So, older women huh? I suppose that's my fault, I always did dote over you a little too much." Kushina said, Makoto squeaked in her arms making her grin and chuckle, the poor brunette was assaulted by plush Uzumaki chest-flesh as a result.

"Probably." The younger redhead said with a shrug, getting a pout from the older, "Oh what, you think after all these years of hearing weird stuff come out of your mouth now I'm going to stumble?"

"And what a nice mouth it is." Kushina goaded, licking her lips lewdly.

"I figured out where you get it." Makoto said with a blank expression as her face was mashed against breasts once more, Menma threw his head back and laughed uproariously.

"Knock-knock." A voice at the door said, Menma got up and pulled it open, the faces of Ryuji and Akira greeting him. "Hey dude, we came to hang out." The blond said with a grin.

"And you couldn't have just come home with me because…?" Menma asked with a quirked brow.

"I made Akira dump Morgana, that cat's been gettin' on my nerves more and more recently." Ryuji explained, Akira fiddled with a curl and tried to ignore the conversation ever endeavouring to remain neutral within the Morgana-Ryuji conflicts.

"Well come on in." Menma gestured them in, the duo kicked off their shoes and placed their bags next to the door.

"Oh, offerings? Darling you shouldn't have!" Kushina gushed with a deviant giggle, Ryuji and Akira blushed, having only met the woman a few times but each time was something to remember.

"They aren't wired to deal with attractive older women, Ma." Menma said with a shake of his head, "Don't melt their brains."

"Oh I always knew our forbidden love would blossom!" Crooned the woman before breaking into a fit of laughter, Menma rolled his eyes.

"She's always been like this, no I don't know how to make her stop."

"...let her keep going…" Ryuji whispered, so soft only Akira and Menma heard him, the duo laughing at the starstruck look in the blond's eyes.

[26/11/20XX - Nighttime, Uzumaki Residence]

Menma tucked a strand of hair behind his head, his black haired friend working aside him. Tonight he was indulging, making spicy fried chicken, and baked potatoes.

His hair was done up and he wore a headband that actually just said 'Spicy Boy'. Because his mother is a degenerate pervert.

Just like him.

His apron was also had an apron on that was a dark green colour with a white tree of life styled onto it, for no real reason it just looked cool so he bought it one night.

"What do you need boss?" Ryuji asked, smirking whilst Menma dredged chicken with one hand and crumbed it with the other.

"Check the 'tatoes. Also grab the soft drink I put in the freezer into the fridge." Menma said without looking up, "Please." He amended as an afterthought.

"No prob." The blond said without another word.

"Anything I can do?" Akira asked with a quirked brow.

"If you want, there's some salad stuff in the fridge, if you could just chop some green shit up and chuck it into a bowl I'd be much appreciative." Akira nodded, his eyes resolute as he went to act out his task.

A pair of arms snaked around his waist, and a kiss was placed on his neck, his whole body feeling the tingles from his spine the second those lips touched his flesh, "Hey love." Sae greeted, Menma felt a bright smile light up his face, he leant back and awkwardly managed to put a kiss on her cheek, getting a laugh from the woman.

"Hello my darling." Greeted the young man with a radiant shine to his eyes. "Good to see you."

"And you." Sae returned to her position and rested her chin on his shoulder, heels man. "Am I to assume this a carnivore's feast?"

"It's a feast of delight disguised as protein and starch, but in reality it's spices, salts, oil and food-coma inducing mash."

"So it's garbage that you just wanted to make to feel like a big boy?" Sae teased with a chuckle.

"Well you'd know about my position as a big boy." He goaded with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Sae laughed throatily into his neck making him wriggle into her.

"Am I going to need to sterilize the kitchen after you two have been in it?" Minato asked with a deadpan stare as he went to the fridge and got a cold bottle of water.

"Anything's possible." Menma said with a shrug, only for Sae to swat his shoulder.

The next few days were quite peaceful actually, everything seemed to return to normal. While Futaba was getting more names we all worked on tracking down the big five targets from Shido's ship in Mementos, the deeper we went the hazier everything seemed to get.

Jack steered Arcee up next to Mona and leant over to the drivers side, making a motion to roll the window he was greeted with Queen's face, "How many floors have we come down?"

There was a pause, a voice Jack recognised as Oracle piping up from behind, "About 5 floors without getting a hit, so far." Queen informed.

Jack hummed as Arcee purred betwixt his thighs, "Are we missing something?"

Mona spoke up, from within car mode, "I can definitely sense something below us, if we keep going we'll surely find them." Assured the cat-bus.

Catbug would have been better, Menma thought bitterly.

"Well whatever it takes, we'll get this last guy and then shove off for the day." Jack said firmly, Joker had essentially passed over leadership for these specific tasks to Jack, as their leader did whenever he felt someone else was better oriented to handle such tasks.

For example, when Queen initially joined he gave her the reign of analysis and tactics until Joker acquired the necessary skills to handle the task himself.

As they all journeyed one floor down the group heard their two hunters voices, "This is the floor/Found 'em!" Mona and Oracle said with glee,

Arcee hummed beneath Jack as he revved the engine and took off, scouting out the opposite path to the group, to speed up the hunting time, it took only a minute before he got a text saying they'd found the source, Jack skidded the back tires of Arcee and shot off towards them.

Ooe, a politician that worked under the Shido Regime, and a disgusting pile of human filth if ever there was one, he was the reason that so many subway shutdowns happened, he was the creme of the crop when it came to scumfucks.

His monstrous form was that of Yamata-no-Orochi, the same form he assumed within Shido's palace, that spoke to how deep the man was involved with those who used his Shutdown Service, or Akechi's Shutdown Service if one were to be pedantic.

"You little bastards don't have the prestige to participate in the new world!" Ooe spat, as he literally spat venomous clouds out at the Phantom's, Jack reared Arcee and climbed onto the wall, the Persona transformed and kicked off the wall, her user on her still, her bladed heel dug into one of the many serpentine necks and hewed it, sending one head flying off and spasming uncontrollably.

"Debuffers!" Commanded Joker, several conditions were placed upon Ooe, his attack, his defence, his speed, and then it was all topped off with Joker's Debilitate.

"Damage!" Joker ordered as he summoned Kohryu and used it's Psycho Force ability to open up Ooe's vulnerabilities.

Next came Skull with a God's Fist, and then Fox with a Brave Blade, Queen broke into an Atomic Flair, and it was all topped off by Jack coming back around for a Hades Tartarus, the fight itself lasted only a few moments, but the sheer force of their power crashed against the shadow like an unstoppable tidal wave.

Ooe appeared from the remains of the shadow, beaten and bruised but somehow still alive which was good because murder was bad kids,

They went through the same motions they had four other times that day, telling the man that he needed to gather all the evidence he had and take it to Sae Niijima and await his time to be called, so he could confess his crimes and be given justice in a court of law alongside his peers.

It worked, Ooe left and his minor treasure remained. It was a silver ring with a ripple pattern to the metal, and a cluster of dark blue gems imbedded into it.

The day ended like many other's with a Mementos trip in it, we all retreated home and rested up. For me though, I was visited by the silver haired miracle herself and got some glorious cuddling done. Time well spent I'd say.

[10/12/20XX Uzumaki Residence; Morning]

The day had finally come, that he saw something on the new regarding the whole Shido situation, sure he was kept abreast of the situation through his connection to Sae, but it was a special kind of pride to see tangible results.

Shido's career was dead in the water, all the evidence provided by the man himself, and those within his inner circle made the entire body of the metaphorical snake wither and die.

The whole world was touched by the Phantom Thieves that day, it quavered as a new superpower came into play, those that would watch over society as their quiet guardians, only making a great kick up when it truly mattered, the Phan-Site was losing its' collective shit in that moment.

Menma leant back into the couch, a smile on his face it had all worked out at the end of the day.

"Ah… the presence has lifted…" Igor suddenly said, appearing from Menma's chest and fluttering about, "The malicious entity within the Velvet Room has been banished. I may now return, how queer."

"What do you mean?" Questioned Menma, a quirked brow.

"Well truly I expected there to be some great bout against the entity but it seems to have just… faded away? Purged from this world. I must return, I shall await your presence within dear friend." Igor glowed brightly before winking out of existence, Menma blinked owlishly before smiling.

"It really did work." The redhead said to himself, "Feels pretty good."

Menma crossed one leg over the other and looked out the window of the apartment, "Feels sort of anticlimactic." Admitted the youth with a small frown, Menma's eyes felt heavy as he sunk into the couch, "Ah well, worry about it later."

[Years Later]

"-ad… da… DAD!" A small, sharp voice screamed out, suddenly purple eyes flew open and he shot up into a sitting position.

"I'm up… gods be good, what?" Rumbled a twenty-seven year old Menma Uzumaki, rubbing his stubbly face in an attempt to conjure more awareness.

His child, short with brilliant silver hair and heterochromatic eyes, one red and one purple. She was two years old and already decided she had the run of the place.

"She's your problem…" Muttered the exhausted voice of his wife, her long silver locks splayed out across her bare back as she cuddled against a pillow, attempting to return to sleep.

The little girl, Mito, made various noises that one could assume were her attempt at words, unfortunately for her Menma did not speak infant, "Use words, Mito. Dad doesn't speak sproglidite."

Her nose crinkled in a very familiar manner before she leapt back into an explanation.

She was two, he didn't know what the hell she was talking about.

"You want coffee?" Menma asked his beloved, ignoring the ranting toddler for the moment.

"God yes… why did we have a kid so soon?" Sae muttered, her words lack any real rancour but she didn't exactly enjoy carrying around another life-form for nine months, cesarian or not.

"We're ravenous animals." Menma answered, kissing her temple softly, grabbing Mito and pulling her up with one arm, "Come on you, leave your mother alone."

"Daaad, das silly." Mito said firmly, for reasons.

"Don't raise the child, raise the adult. Sure, it'd be great if that adult was able to speak properly." The Uzumaki patriarch rumbled.

"Nanny today?" Mito questioned, as Menma strode into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"If you're good I'll see if she's not busy." Menma said with a nod, putting bread into the toaster. He set his spawn down into her high-chair and was immediately treated to her squealing with delight at the sight of one of the two cats.

Aptly named Puff, the cat was grey and covered in long, fluffy fur. Her eyes were a bright blue in colour and she had little white patches over her feet like boots.

"My life is so… normal." Menma said to himself, ignoring the squealing child as best he could. "Puberty for her is going to be fun." He said dryly as the toast popped, as he reached for it his phone began to buzz.

"Ya-hoy-hoy?" Answered the redhead.

"Hey, Jack. We got a job." A familiar voice rang over the phone, Menma grinned broadly.

"When?" He asked immediately.

"2pm today, I'll text you the meetup. Bring Leviathan, we'll need the firepower." Said the voice a chuckle colouring their words.

"I'm sure, see you soon Joker."

End.

I know, anticlimactic but that's how this one ended up.

Hope you enjoyed it, if you did lemme know.

Next story will be a while but not too long so hold out hope.

You'll all be happy (maybe) to hear it's a revisit to the Borderlands idea.

Raxychaz!