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If one thought life wouldn't ever change because one decided to interfere in matters that others would not concern themselves with… Obviously they were not the many people all over the globe, not including the young man currently walking down the streets back to his proper house. He kept a cool, calm, and collected look in his grey eyes. Although blank was maybe the better terms to describe the look. His frizzy hair and glasses gave him a bit of a plain yet timid appearance.

He was once just an average high-school student in Kuchinashi. That was until he was framed for assault after helping a woman being sexually harassed by a man. Such a man was attempting to become the one to lead the High Council of Anima, the continent he lived in.

The boy's name was Akira Kurusu. He went by many aliases depending on who was talking about him. But his much more famous titles were the Trickster, Joker, the Fool (that… wasn't really used much though despite it sounding a bit cool), the leader of the Phantom Thieves (by those who actually knew), and the One Who Saved the World (again, by those who actually knew).

One year ago, he was framed by the mentioned politician. He was sent to live in Mistral for his probation to which his parents had no other choice to do so due to his record almost leaving him without a complete education. There he met Sojiro Sakura, a friend of his parents who looked after him during his year in Anima's main city. The man was odd to approach at first, but they both eventually warmed up to each other.

One event then led to another that was so long when living in the moment but then was short now that he thought back to it. Actually… his time spent in Mistral was bizarre. He could travel to the airsoft shop where Iwai would buy off him some questionable gems and goods without question apparently, take another ride to the bookshop in the red-light district and it was as if no time had passed whatsoever.

But once he sat down at his desk in LeBlanc, crafting a single lock pick, and the entire afternoon was thrown out the proverbial window!

Shaking his head to get his thoughts back on track, he remembered each mischievous deviant that would end up joining him on the quest to get back at people who abused their social status' and their mad ways in how they viewed society. Akira could still remember each of their names.

Ryuji Sakamoto, the muscle of their group with the infamous Captain Kidd. Ann Takamaki, the con-artist as she was relatable to Carmen. Yusuke Kitagawa, the forger slash counterfeit with the strength of Goemon. Makoto Nijima, their analyst slash get-away driver in those tight situation with Johanna being her prized ride. Futaba Sakura, the hacker with knowledge nearly higher than their like Necronomicon. Haru Okumura, the insider just like Milady.

Of course, there was also-

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" A voice came from the bag he had over his shoulder. Akira fiddled with the zipper and a cat head popped out as the cat shook itself.

Morgana, the mastermind behind their operations with a sense of justice like Zorro.

"Just think about the situation I'll be in when I get back home." Akira said as he continued his way down the streets of the small city he lived in. "Knowing how the rumors went around about me back at Mistral," He stared off before continuing sarcastically. "Thing could only be so well when I come back home."

"What's with the pessimistic attitude?" Morgana asked, shaking his head sharply because he felt something on his head. "It's been a year. They most likely forgot about something like that alre-"

"Isn't that the boy that got charged with assault a year ago?"

"Shh! What are you doing?! Don't meet eyes with him! Who knows what might make him snap."

"I heard his sentence was rescinded on false charges though. Are you sure he's as bad as they say?"

"Maybe. But you can't be too careful these days, you know? Just because the courts declare a verdict doesn't make it true. In the end, they're no different than the corrupt politicians you see these days like that Shido man."

Passing by a small group of teenagers, Akira ignored their words in favor of just giving a look towards his cat companion. His eyes brow was raised while his face morphed just the slightest into a smug look. "You were saying?" He questioned with a tilt of his head.

"Yeesh, you don't have to rub it in." Morgana grumbled.

Patting the bag at his side to calm its occupant, he continued his trek while ignoring the stares he received. Despite this being a city, he used to be a nobody but now stuck out like a sore thumb due to his status.

A few minutes later, after reaching a narrow street branching off the main road, he passed by the familiar looking homes that made it feel as if he'd been gone far longer than he actually had been. Some kids were playing in the street. Yet when his eyes met those that belonged to the mother watching over them, they were quickly ushered inside with a tone of caution answering the whining of her children. Once more, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Following the path that now felt so strangely foreign, he almost walked passed his family's house. Akira only realized his mistake when Morgana asked how much longer the walk would have been. Looking over, he could have sworn the building was bigger than he last remembered. Maybe because he was away for so long. Yes, that should be it.

Walking up to the door of his home, his original one, he grabbed the knob. Pushing it open after a twist, he stepped inside of the building.

"I'm home." He called out, almost knowing that nobody was home. Both his parent had warned him beforehand not to expect any kind of welcome party. His father was away on business as usual. Probably being the usual devil who people made deals with. Meanwhile his mother was enjoying a vacation at some resort with some friends over the weekend. Spending so much money without much time for her son because she wanted to have fun.

The should be back in few days however if he remembered.

"Well, welcome home I guess."

Akira was amused at the cat's sarcastic greeting, likely the best thing he could expect considering his current situation. At least the cat brought an extra bit of life to the dead silence he met at first. He could feel Morgana shift around inside of the bag as he climbed out before dropping down onto the floor.

"So this is where you live, huh?" Morgana started walking around the place, mainly staying within Akira's sight. "Well… this place is rather fancy. I mean, for an average family."

Akira however shrugged his shoulders. He had a feeling that was how the cat would react, and his prediction was right on the spot. His house did seem plain, but the amount of space and content inside of it made up most of the personality as many books were lined up on shelves but no pictures were really on the walls.

Walking straight, he began to climb a flight of stairs and arrived onto the second floor. Walking up towards a door, Akira knew that he was standing in front of his room. Knowing that it was locked, he looked down to his pocket and shrugged his shoulders. May as well.

Fishing out the eternal lockpick from his pocket, he began to start unlocking his door despite him having his key still. "Are you actually serious?" Morgana asked as the cat simply watched Akira attempting his current actions.

"Well, it's been a while since I've done so. So I though to myself, why not? It's not like anyone is watching and going to report me for breaking into my own room." Akira noted as he heard a clicked and knew that he successfully picked the lock. He still had it in him.

Morgana watched Akira begin to push the door open. Deciding to follow the black-haired boy, the cat stepped forward. The feline was indeed curious about Akira's room anyways. Despite the phrase curiosity killed the cat, Morgana still had about 8 lives left so he could still go for whatever he wanted.

As he entered, Morgana couldn't decide if he should be surprised or not.

Akira's room was actually pretty plain. Sure, there were messy places here and there. But the bedroom looked completely normal. Certainly bigger than the attic back at LeBlanc. But there was something missing that Morgana couldn't put his finger on.

"Surprised?" Akria asked while setting his bag down next to his desk. Rummaging around the pack, he pulled out his wallet and phone.

"Well… ummm… maybe?" Morgana asked. "I mean, you're a pretty plain guy. But at the same you're your personality is all over the place. It really difficult to get a good read on you."

Still exploring most of the room, Morgana hopped up onto Akira's desk. At least that surface was pretty clean. But then the cat noticed something. A single picture in a frame. It looked like Akira when he was a child. Maybe just before his mid-teens? But what was odd was that there was a girl with black hair in it right next to him. Odd, Morgana didn't remember Akira mentioning any siblings.

Just before Morgana could think about it any further, the cat noticed the frame being gently placed face down. Turning his head, he saw Akira doing that exact action. "So, you feeling hungry?" Akira asked, making Morgana feel a bit suspicious of the human. "It's almost dinner time and there's no food in the fridge. Feeling like going out for sushi?"

"Really?" Morgana asked eagerly. He could keep Akira's actions in the back of his mind. It had been forever since the feline had tasted any of the lovely food since everyone would keep eating his share. "That would be amazing! Come on, let's get going!"

Akira watched eagerly as Morgana ran out of his room and down the stairs. Slowly turning his head back to the picture frame, Akria lifted it up and took a look at the photo inside. Staring at the girl who was right next to his younger self, Akira closed his eyes. He then began to gently rub the glass as he started to reminiscent about the past.

How much time it took for him to gain her trust.

How much time they were together.

How much time had passed since she disappeared.

How much he fell in love with her.

Hearing his doorbell ring soon, he opened his eyes. Slightly turning his head towards the open door that led to the stairs and down, he slowly placed the picture back down. That was odd. He didn't expect any sort of company coming. His parents already said nobody was visiting at all. It made him slightly curious yet cautious.

Walking out of his room, he made his way down the steps. His feet moved at a rhythm. Legs were quick to move as Akira was down in no time. Morgana already was in waiting, but was just staring at Akira. "You expecting someone?" The cat asked before observing Akira's look. "Judging by your look, the answer is no."

Leaning forward, Akira stared into the peephole. Entering his vision was a teenage female. She had ashen-black hair and bright amber eyes. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that her fingernails were painted dark red. Her clothing was consisted of a dark-red, off-the-shoulder, v-neck mini dress with yellow designs. There was a blue feather-like accessory on her right hip, at the top of an open portion of her dress. Seeing in-between her legs, he noticed the dressed ended in an upside-down triangular tail in the back which ended above the knees. The sleeves end in a triangle shape, which were wrapped slash tied around her middle finger with the gold designs of the sleeve taking over at the wrists.

She wore black shorts underneath her dress as well as a black choker on her neck. She also wore a golden loop earring with a black gem dangling from it on her right ear. She had dark, glass, high-heeled shoes and a jeweled anklet on her right leg.

Blinking while leaning back, he unlocked the door before opening it and poking his head out. She still stood in place, a bit of confidence in her posture. It honestly made Akira stay on guard. "Akira Kurusu?" She asked, slightly tilting her head.

"…He's the next house over."

Akira's statement was perfectly delivered, being well-paced and completely nonchalant at the same time. Slipping his head back in, he closed the door. At least, he would have done. Just as he pulled, he was met with some resistance. Trying again, the door still didn't budge, In fact, the door was pulled back in a moment of strength that Akira did not expect at all as he was facing the female once again.

"No." The female stated, keeping her hand on the knob. "You are Akira Kurusu." She then stepped forward inside of the building. "I would recognize you anywhere. You should be able to do the same for me."

Akira stepped back in turn. But then he suddenly stopped when she did as well. Despite her advance, she stood in place. The boy stared at her and she did towards him equally. His expression tried to stay even as well, but then his lips began to slowly open in thought. Sluggishly, his arm lifted up as he pointed towards her with a bit of shake in his action.

Within a single step, he was in front of her. He got a closer look at her face, her eyes. He gasped in realization. "…Cinder." He whispered as his arms slowly began to wrap themselves around the body. It was as if he were… afraid that the girl in front of him wasn't real.

But then when he touched her… embraced her… his hug became tighter.

Another pair of arms wrapped around him. "I'm back, Akira."

Break

"Cry and beg for your life. Then we won't kill you."

The small child shook in complete fear. Many men… all adults surrounded her as her back was right against the wall. As tears escaped as she cried, she did her best not to sniffle otherwise she would maybe get hit again. Even when the snot dribbled down her nose, she chose to breath through her mouth. Not only that, but she was forced into a babydoll and nothing else after being taken away.

No… sold was the more appropriate term.

Seeing so many men, all of them part of a very bad organization, she swallowed. "…Please don't…" She desperately got her words out, almost too nervous to speak at the same time. "…Kill me…" She shifted on the spot, her knees on the ground while her hands were bound. "I'll do… anything… So, don't… kill me…" She begged, desperately not wanting to die.

The men did as she begged. However, that didn't stop them from doing what was coming next.

For many days, years, it endlessly continued without mercy. She would feel them touch her. All of the adults had their way with her. Even people who swore to protect others as their jobs, they were friends with the people who she had been sold to. No one was there to help her, stop the adults from doing whatever they wanted to her body.

It would have been better if she had been tortured to death. She then wouldn't have to experience a living hell like that.

FUCKING HELL! Wandering around the internet can make you see some weird things. Namely an AkiraxCinder… picture. Not only that, but this was completely written on a whim so that would explain the terrible beginning.

In other words, may be a while to update this. As in, a real long while. Like, I know this still exists and I want to write it but I'm a little busy with stories that are more important in my opinion.

But yeah, the events of Persona 5 took place in Remnant. Let's see how it plays out if it does so in the first place.

I think I'm just getting many stories that are on my mind out before going back to school to see which ones people like. It's a problem and I need help.

No flames please. Only lemons between these two.