Disclaimer: This is a dark Persona 4 fiction that does involve situations such as rape to a minor. Now, if you have problems with that, this is the only warning to turn away. If you're interesting in just reading the story, then please enjoy. Other than that, if you just flame me because of the situations happening, I'm not going to bother with you stupid ass hats. I told you now so don't bitch at me about it later.

I don't own Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4 since it belongs to Atlus.

Note: This story is within the game timeline, but slightly drawn away.

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Persona 4: Modus Operandi

Chapter One

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September 14th, 2011

The pen glided smoothly across the paper, grey eyes following the lines carefully. Ignoring a sharp crack of lightning and the roll of thunder outside, they continued to write the sentence…

"The MO of the criminal seems to be that all the murders occur in the same location as the rape did at least a month prior. This most likely caused the victims to have a relapse of memory, making them remain still long enough for the murderer to…

The pen stopped moving, indigo hair shifting as the writer raised their eyes to the window. It felt like someone had just been watching her. Slowly, she looked back down at the paper illuminated by her desk lamp, quickly writing again. She finished her sentence and moved on to the next bit of information.

"They were specifically targeted because they were most likely figured to have the highest chances of cutting all ties with family and friends. Without anyone trying to coax them out of their downward spiral, they became socially isolated. Each one was left open targets for the criminal again. There seems to be one connection and that's…"

As soon as she finished the sentence, she looked up sharply, her eyes fixed into a glare. That time, she was certain that someone had been looking at her, but who the hell would be out in the middle of the night now? Hell, it was probably early Thursday morning now.

Setting the pen aside, Naoto's eyes flickered over the evidence. This was definitely it; the final pieces that would put the culprit behind bars.

These random murders going around this quant suburb where corpses were strung like decoration was enough of a bother for her; she didn't need some rapist/murderer ruining her plans to finding out the master mind behind the first killings. This was just someone using the murders to throw off the police, but they didn't try hard enough to lose her. If they had really tried, they wouldn't have only targeted pregnant women and would've varied in the killings as well.

Naoto rose to her feet, straightening the papers and placed them neatly into a folder she would deliver before the night's end. She ran a hand through her dark hair, flattening the unruly mess only for a moment. Her other hand picked up her detective's cap she had set down an hour or so ago and placed it on her head. Glancing out the window for a moment, her eyes darted over to the corner of her room where her umbrella rested, mind quickly setting aside an uneasy feeling growing in her gut as she straightened her yellow tie and blue dress shirt. Seizing her jacket, she tossed it effortlessly around her shoulders, arms slipping through the sleeves with ease, scooping up the folder in mere seconds.

She flicked her lamp off, grabbing her umbrella and proceeded through the dark house quietly as to not disturb her slumbering grandpa, walking out the front door in a moment. A soft click announced the door locking tightly and she slipped the key into her pocket.

It was worse for wear outside than it appeared. Rain fell in heavy, drumming sheets against the ground, the darkness only illuminated by the few street lights dimly glowing through the wet night and occasional streaks of lightening in the sky. This would have to be a quick trip to the station and then home. Last thing she wanted after all this was to get sick.

With a faint click, Naoto opened her umbrella and began jogging into the drenched hours of the early morning. It didn't take long for the hem of her pant legs to become soaked, but it wasn't anything major. All that mattered was getting this information…

A chill raced down her spine and she paused, looking around.

It was that feeling again; the irking prickles as though someone's eyes were on her once again. Naoto frowned, taking a second glance around, certain that no one was around. Even as she began to move forward again, the chill was still in her spine, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Immediately, Naoto began to move as discreetly as possible to get her revolver. Hopefully, it was just paranoia from several sleepless nights, but this feeling… someone was definitely following her.

It was almost drowned out by the rain, but it was the inevitable sound of a gun going off. She hissed and flinched sharply as something blazed through her palm, pain searing between her pinky and wrist. Hot, sticky blood raced down her hand, dripping to the ground from her fingers. Naoto growled under her breath. Her hands were full! She couldn't fight right now.

Turning on her heel, she bolted down the street, barely hearing the sound of a second pair of heavier footsteps from amongst the storming night. She slipped the folder inside her jacket before dropping her umbrella and breaking into a sprint to get away.

Unfortunately, the move wasn't fast enough.

It was abandoned of the deafening bang again, but it struck home this time. The second bullet burrowed into her left calf, causing her to stumble briefly, biting her lip. Though the rain still pounded against the ground, basically muting the world around, she heard it now. Lazy, yet weighted footsteps were approaching in a leisurely manner, almost without a care. Steadily, they approached the feeling of eyes on her causing her senses to flare.

Immediately, the shock wore away and she reached for her revolver again. Naoto just pulled it out of its holster when a distinct clang of metal striking metal reverberated. Her revolver clattered against the ground, sliding several feet away and disappeared from sight while the bullet ricocheted elsewhere. Startled, she glanced back, noticing the figure looming closer, their gun raised and pointing at her.

They flashed a broad, toothy grin and she stepped back quickly, turning away to run. A third shot barely missed her heel, striking the pavement where it rebounded into a small glass fixture.

Her injured calf brought a limp to her sprint, but she tried moving as fast as she could, the folder still within her grasp. The moment she began sprinting, her clothes seemed to automatically become drenched, and the rain wasn't about to relent. Blood was streaming from her wound, staining her pants and socks, but this was no time to worry about blood stains.

This area was familiar…. Maybe she could wake someone and get…

Naoto let out a startled yell, stumbling again and falling to the ground as pain erupted into her right thigh. Her hat flew off her head, landing a few inches before her allowing her hair to become plastered to her head. She gritted her teeth and moved slowly, both legs throbbing in pain as she started rising from the ground.

It was at least a split second before a foot slammed into the small of her back and knocked her against the ground did she realize the missing footsteps. Her small body hit the ground with a splash, the foot never leaving her back as the gun went off again in quick succession, pain surging through both shoulders now. Naoto shut her eyes tightly, gasping as she was kicked in the side and forced to roll over onto her back. Her jacket was opened slightly, the folder taken from her sheltered grasp and she forced her eyes to open, watching as sturdy hands pulled the papers out, tearing them to pieces in moments. Everything was tossed aside as her unfocused grey eyes looked up at the man's face.

"Y-You…!?" she growled, biting her lip as a foot smashed against her injured right leg, grinding it against the ground. He grinned for a moment, but then glowered, hissing, "I knew I should've been more careful with you. Detective Prince… you do live up to that name, but only the 'Detective' part."

He crouched down, hand stroking her cheek and causing her to involuntarily shudder, especially as it moved down her neck, fingers fiddling with her collar. Licking his lips, he purred, "Such soft skin for such a masculine girl. How about we see your true self?"

Moving carefully, his legs rested over hers. He didn't bother with her hands as he put the gun away, drawing out a small bottle and rag, not caring as she started squirming underneath him. He dampened the cloth with some liquid in the bottle and placed it over her mouth and nose, holding it down firmly while she shook her head, fighting desperately not to inhale. Her eyes were shut tightly, able to smell what the chemical was, but her head started spinning, her nerves locking down. The pain from her injuries became numb and her mind turned hazy.

The damp cloth was removed in seconds, but she didn't notice, her breathing slower as a side effect from the chemical compound. The face swam in her vision, but she could make out his words as he spoke with a smirk, "There's a reason why little girls aren't on detective squads."

His hands moved over her jacket, parting it more and exposing her dress shirt which was quickly removed a moment later. The man chuckled, tugging at the white wrappings on her chest. They didn't break at a simple tug which forced him to use both hands, ripping several straps at once and exposing the flesh below. He tore the rest apart with malicious glee, hands roughly squeezing her breasts. Her fingers twitched slightly as electric jolts shot through her body, goose bumps rising on her bare skin. It was worse as he grabbed his nipples with his thumbs and index fingers, twisting the pink buds hard.

Naoto's body lurched as another shock shot through her, shaking. Her heart pounded wildly as fear tore at her mind. She could feel everything especially strange tingling in her lower regions, the feeling becoming heavier as something warm trailed to the hem of her pants. They were unbuttoned, unzipped, and discarded before she could realize it. She felt cold meet her panties and she inhaling and exhaling quickened, blood rushing to her face no matter how hard she fought against it. She heard laughter, but it sounded distance, a small gasp escaping her lips as fingers stroked her clit through her dampened panties. She shuddered, breathing becoming pants as he rubbed faster, stopping for a moment to pull the cloth aside and touched her directly.

"A-Ah….!" she cried, her body jerking at the feeling of his cold hands touching her dripping core. She was unfamiliar with stimulation and the rain drops made it worse, the cold water clashing with something much too hot. Suddenly, the hand pulled away, the sound of something else unzipping reached her ears. There was something prodding against her exposed entrance and her dull eyes widened as her mind forcibly compiled the possibilities together. Her weak scream of pain was covered by the bellowing boom of thunder overhead as the unfamiliar flesh bored into her, splitting her inner walls and striking deep.

A metallic scent rose and fell for a moment as the rain diluted it, washing it away. The man was thrusting his hips back and forth, the numb pain causing tears to spring at her eyes. It felt like her insides were being torn apart at each movement and he didn't relent, hitting the same spot. It seemed like a barrier he was trying to push through. Her eyes rolled back as she wasn't able to fight off a hot rush through her body. Black appearing before her as the member throbbed, more of her senses failing from a combination of pain, an unwanted pleasure reaction, and the injuries still bleeding on her person.

"Keep tightening up like that and…!" the man hissed, but groaned a moment later, pushing his hips forward again as he released. Naoto didn't comprehend, trying to recover, and she was too physically drained to say anything. Her mind was starting to lockdown and consciousness slipping a little more with her. He pulled out and sighed contently, not bothering to re-garb her, but instead, placed her in a nearby sack like a broken doll, her drenched clothes landing on her bare stomach.

The man smirked and closed the sack tightly, heaving it up onto his back, carrying the young detective away. The last thing Naoto felt before blacking out finally was an icy wave washing over her body and a long fall.

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Me: Did the flamers heed the warning at the top? I told you it involved rape of a minor. See you next chapter and please review.