Summary-Yosuke never felt like he fitted in. Moving to Inaba helped his father's career but took away any chance for Yosuke to make friends. No one would look at him twice…until the rainy days rolled in and a boy with silver hair stumbled out of the fog with a name carved into his arm and no memory of his life. While trying to help Souji reclaim his memories the fog also brings death to the once sleepy town and a world beyond the TV turns Yosuke's dull life upside down. With new friends, Personas and a murderer on the loose this year will promise to change their lives…and just who Akihiko Sanada?

Note-Ok so this story shall have same sex pairings so if that irks you then leave right now. For anyone who hasn't finished the game there will be major spoilers so you are forewarned.

Pairings-Souji/Yosuke, one sided Kanji/Souji, Chie/Yukiko, Akihiko/Kanji (my sister challenged me to write this one) Naoto/Rise. You don't like it then I apologize but if you want to give the story a try then enjoy and review please.

If I Could Make A Deal With God

Chapter One

From Out Of The Mist

Inaba

Samegawa Flood Plain

The fog was thick enough to blind and choke or at least that's what it seemed like to him as he stumbled through the soup thick mist. His feet were bare and bloodied from the endless walking and running he had done to escape from that place but he kept on moving. His painfully thin body was wrapped in a white coat that was dirtied along the hem and chest. Once his feet touched soft mud he felt an extra burst of energy course through his body and he moved faster along the riverbank.

He had seen a map not too long ago so this area must be the flood plain of the town. The moment he had come near this place the fog had rolled in, so very thick and yet almost safe for him. His limbs ached and the need to just collapse where he stood and sleep for months overwhelmed him.

It was the reality that the men and women from that lab would catch up to him one day and that thought filled his heart with an icy cold fear. He cried out when his feet stubbed against stone steps and he fell to the ground in a heap. He was so tired so very tired and hungry and empty. Why couldn't he rest for a moment?

Gritting his teeth he stood up and moved up the steps until he came onto a smooth pathway along the riverbank. Glancing skyward he couldn't even see if it was night or day here. Not that it mattered anyway, not to him anymore. Through the fog he managed to make out the faint glimmer of a streetlight from the left side of the pathway.

Out of options he made his way towards the lights, his arms wrapping around his body to try and stave off the cold. He was amazed that he could still feel anything after the trek from the labs. He passed by a small wooden stand and bench and some signs until he came to an intersection.

He couldn't hear any cars on the road. His silver hair fell across his eyes as he looked around for any sign of life nearby. It was so quiet in the town. The icy grip of the fog enveloped him as he walked along the road. He deliriously wondered just how long he had been running from that place. Port Island almost seemed like another lifetime ago, another nightmare he had been running from for a long time. He had witnessed the Dark Hour, the rise and fall of Tartarus and the prevention of Nyx's Arrival to the world she had been called to destroy.

It had taken him years to break free of the haze those men and women had trapped him in but lately his powers were growing and thus a window had been presented to him. Even now the memory of his escape eluded him. It was all just a blue really but he did recall blades and a bright light. He remembered blood on his hands…the blood was still there, caked and grimy against his skin. Screaming, so much screaming and then nothing afterwards.

He had escaped from the facility they had kept him in, making his way from the town and into the countryside, far away from that place. He was shaken from his memories when he heard voices from nearby but he couldn't make out any particular words being said. His eyes narrowed as he tried to peer through the fog until he felt his skin being sliced open when he stepped on something sharp. Crying out weakly when the searing hot pain coursed through his foot and leg he fell to the ground as his exhaustion finally won out.

He landed heavily onto the street just below a streetlight with an orange glow. He rolled onto his back, his breathing now ragged and shallow. Maybe taking a nap would be good for him…just to rest his eyes until he got his strength back. His eyes remained fixed on the obscured sky above and he vaguely heard voices getting closer but he no longer had the strength to keep moving. He just wanted to go to sleep, to escape from this existence so that he could finally find some sort of peace. As his eyes began to drop he caught a flash of honey brown hair and warm brown eyes before the darkness took him away completely into a comforting abyss.

Six months he had been in this town and so far Yosuke Hanamura had to fight the urge to jump into the nearest river. The people who owned various stores in the Shopping District avoided him like the plague and treated his father like some sort of criminal. Six months of this and Yosuke was ready to go home to the city where he at least had people to talk to on occasion. Here the only people he talked to where Chie Satonaka and her best friend Yukiko Amagi but even they treated him like a casual acquaintance.

Next week the new school year would be starting and Yosuke would return to cold shoulders from his classmates. With a personality such as his own it was hard to understand why he didn't have any friends here. For one thing Yosuke was one of the best looking boys in his year. Honey brown hair as soft as silk and eyes that resembled pools of warm milk chocolate made him quite an attractive teenager. He was always listening to his music via those red headphones he carried everywhere he went.

Sighing heavily the teenager took his bike out onto the pathway. He had to run an errand for his mother before nightfall but with the fog this thick it would be hard enough to make it to the tofu store. Yosuke couldn't understand why his parents didn't just get some tofu from the Junes Department Store that his father was the manager of. It turned out his mother preferred the stuff made locally and she wanted some for tonight's dinner.

Yosuke hopped onto his yellow bike and began to pedal down the street through the fog. To lessen any chance of an accident Yosuke had fitted a light onto the front of the bike but he doubted anyone would be able to see him even with the light. He knew the layout of the town from memory. In a place like this you didn't exactly have anything to do aside from schoolwork and part time jobs. Yosuke worked at the department store thanks to his dad but even then he only worked three days a week. The truth was he was bored to death in this town.

His parents actually loved this town and he was happy that his father had gotten the promotion he always wanted. Yosuke wouldn't take that away from them even for his own happiness. But he only wanted someone to talk to, someone he could call a friend and just spend some time with. The honey haired boy wondered if there would be any new students in his class next week but then again they might avoid him when they found out he was the Prince of Junes.

He smiled when his favourite song played through his headphones and he began to sing to the tune. Music was an escape from this town he felt trapped in. From the mental map he had created during his time here Yosuke calculated that he had just entered the southern Shopping District. Here they sold all sorts of things from authentic weaponry to medicinal items. Yosuke knew that Chie often came to the metal works to buy new footgear for her ninja moves that she was practicing.

"Man, I can't wait to get outta here." Yosuke sighed as he pedaled down the street. When he neared an orange light he spotted something falling to the ground. "Huh, what's that?"

He hopped off his bike to get a better look. When he reached the object he felt his heart freeze in his chest. It was a person, a silver haired boy wearing a white coat that was filthy and ragged. His exposed legs and bare feet were caked in dried blood and grime. Fresh blood had pooled around his feet and Yosuke spotted some broken glass bottles nearby. The boy's skin was a sickly white pallor and Yosuke could see that his eyes were sunken and his breathing was shallow.

"Hey! Hey are you ok?" Yosuke dropped next to the boy. "What happened to you?"

"…." The boy moaned slightly but he managed to crack open his eyes.

"Oh man, oh man hang on ok! I'm gonna call for some help." Yosuke pulled out his phone and dialed for an ambulance.

"…lp…me…" the silver haired man gurgled.

"Huh? What did you say?" Yosuke placed his hand on the boy's chest, breathing out his relief when he felt a faint heartbeat. "Stay awake ok! Ahh, what's your name?"

"…dark…lab…" the boy murmured nonsense.

"I'm Yosuke, what's your name?" the honey haired teenager asked.

"…hurts…" came the reply.

"Oh man, listen you gotta stay awake ok. Help's coming any minute now." Yosuke squeezed the boy's hand.

"…arm…name…" the boy whispered as his eyes fluttered.

"Your arm?" the teenager glanced at his covered arm that was being grasped by the boy's other hand.

"My…name…" Yosuke could only watch as the other boy fainted.

"Shit! Wake up man! Oh crap…" Yosuke shook the boy but it was useless. He looked again at the arm. "Your name huh?"

He didn't know how long it would take the ambulance to arrive in this fog and he couldn't just leave the guy here alone. Yosuke thought about helping the guy up but there was so much blood he was afraid to move him even an inch. The honey haired student gulped when he saw the name carved into the strange boy's right arm.

Yosuke could make out the name Souji that had been hurriedly carved into the pale flesh. The sight made Yosuke sick to his stomach but he wondered if this was the guy's name. If that were true why did he carve it into his own arm? Taking off his jacket the teenager wrapped it around the silver haired boy to try and give him extra warmth. Quicksilver eyes opened wearily and locked onto warm brown ones.

"Great, you're still with me. Help will be here soon ok." Yosuke gave the boy a smile despite the circumstances.

"…" those eyes just stared at him.

"Oh man what happened to you?" Yosuke looked over the silver haired boy.

"…hurts…" came the pained reply.

"Is your name Souji? It…it's on your arm." Yosuke said as he tore his gaze away from those probing eyes.

"…Souji…yes…"

"Listen…" Yosuke smiled in pure relief when he heard the sirens. "You'll get proper help soon ok."

"Thank…you." Souji whispered and he gave a tiny smile in return. "You…don't hurt…"

Yosuke didn't have a chance to say anything else because the ambulance had finally made it to their location. When the medics saw the state the boy was in even they looked sickened. Yosuke watched in silence as they loaded the boy into the ambulance, his heart twisting with worry. He saw the look in Souji's eyes that haunted terrified look when he first approached him.

What if he freaked out at the hospital? Why the hell did Yosuke even care about a boy he just met anyway? Making up his mind he grabbed his bike and followed Souji to the hospital.

He couldn't wait to explain all this to his parents when they began to get hungry for that tofu.