The Desolate Heart

Chapter 1

This will be the first chapter of a multi chapter fanfic very closely based on the game Persona 3.
Warning: There will be some very depressing themes (That's Persona for you) such as self harm, mental illness, major character death and there will also likely be strong sexual themes as well. (Not sure if I'll put yaoi in this or not because I rather like the cannon love interests in the game.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Persona series or any of its characters this is just a fan made work just for fun.

Now enjoy!

Day after day. The same old thing. Feeling like you are barely even alive. Constantly looking for reasons to carry on. Not really caring one way or the other if you did eventually die. That basically summed up the life of this melancholic high schooler. His name? Minato Arisato. Of course, things just had to take one very ironic turn. He was going back to a place that he never in his life thought he would ever see again. It would have been an understatement to say that he didn't like the place. Rather, he despised it. Ten years. It had been ten years since he had lived in this area. Ten years ago that everything had been taken away from him. The details were very foggy to say the least. Why he knew not the answer to that. What he did have were fragments. Little tidbits of memory that occasionally would float to the surface of his mind.

His aunt had sent him back because she felt it would have been a good thing for him given how very well known the school was and the fact that he had lived in the area before anyway. Sure he could have protested but it wouldn't have gotten him anywhere and he felt he could use this as an opportunity to figure out what really happened. Currently he was on his way. Wearing his headphones, blasting Burn My Dread on high volume, honestly trying to avoid all possible human contact. It was a well known fact that Minato likes to keep his distance when it came to others. Especially ever since ten years ago. Currently it looked to be something like midday. But given the speed he was going he knew it would likely be night by the time he really arrived. No surprises there. He walked across town as he was headed to the nearby station to board his designated train. Naturally he ended up boarding it. And soon it was off, bound for his destination.

Soon the train arrived at the station. The blunette made his way out and then briefly glanced around. Suddenly, everything went dark and all electronics including his music stopped. Nothing new or shocking for him. Heaving a small sigh the teen casually started making his way out of the station, occasionally looking at the little paper in his hands to make sure he was going the right way. While he had once lived in the area, this would definitely be his first time going to the highschool. Naturally the streets were devoid of all life at the moment. Rather than people, there were coffins everywhere. All in a standing position. His footsteps echoed eerily in the dark of the night. And soon he found himself at the place. The building was fairly decent in size. At least four stories tall. Without hesitation Minato headed inside, closing the door behind him and briefly glancing around the seemingly empty dorm. Then taking off his headphones.

"You're late. I've been waiting a long time for you." It was...a little boy's voice? Minato's gaze was drawn to the owner of said voice. Already something seemed a little off. After all, what did he mean he was waiting for him? Who was he? He couldn't possibly be one of his dorm mates. Still, he didn't really care at the moment. Rather he preferred to get this over with. The boy looked to be maybe 10 or 11? He had dark hair and blue eyes. Then there were his clothes. A shirt and pants that had white and black stripes. Kind of like the stereotypical old jail uniform one might see in shows or movies. The boy snapped his fingers and a red notebook appeared on the counter before him. And this mysterious boy was now standing in front of him. Only it seemed more like he had teleported there. The voice broke the silence once again. "Now, if you want to proceed, please sign your name there. It's a contract." He motioned towards the red book which opened, seemingly by itself to indeed reveal a contract of sorts. "Don't worry, all it says is that you'll accept full responsibility for your actions. You know, the usual stuff."