A/N:

5/2/2017: Basic chapter update. Modified some dialogue, paragraphs and sentences.

For new readers, this story is generally a novelization of P3, but I have taken several liberties by including several subplots. The prologue itself is one of those ongoing subplot that will be told throughout the story.

One other important point to note is that I decided to leave the honorifics in because I think it's an interesting way of showing the dynamics of people's relationships with others. For those that don't really know the meaning of each honorifics, I suggest a simple google search or look on wikipedia. If anyone still has questions about them, they are free to ask me.

Lastly, this is a MakotoxYukari fanfic as stated in the plot summary. But I'm not really good writing romance or anything like that so don't expect much about out that. Just a heads up.

Uncertain Destiny Part I: Shadows in the Night

Prologue

Monday April 6, 2009: 11:45 P.M.

A train moved quickly in the quiet cool night as it approached its destination of Iwatodai Station. Nearly midnight, salarymen and teenagers hurried to catch the last train home to their families. Exhausted from the long day of working and playing, these stragglers slept peacefully on the rocking train. On this peaceful night, four individuals silently intruded on the mundane lives of these passengers.

Amongst the occupants of the train, only a single passenger could be found in the last cart, a sleeping blue haired teenager. With a slender lean build, he was wearing a dark gray sweater and blue jeans. Music poured through his earphones as he sat resting his eyes, oblivious of the four mysterious presences watching him closely. At first blush, these beings appeared to be humans in their early thirties, but their large golden wings protruding from their backs made it obvious that they were not from this world. A powerful bright energy emitted from their bodies that could either calm a person or simply crush that person with its pure brilliance. Armored in shiny breastplates, pauldrons and greaves, these beings were like battle angels who had fought in the name of God many years ago.

The angel on the far right with short crimson red hair rubbed his smooth chin as he stared intently at the boy. "Is he the one?"

"There is a good probability that he is," answered the female angel with long green hair running down her back. "What do you think?" The female angel turned to her comrade with spiky blue hair.

"Can't really tell honestly. He looks so fragile and defenseless that we can simply end his life in a mere split second." He made a fist with his right hand as if intending to do just that.

The fourth angel with golden hair tied in a long ponytail frowned at his comrade's comment. "It would be an easy way to disrupt their plans, but we also need him as well. Can you further assess the boy?" He asked the female angel.

"Give me a moment." She moved toward the boy and opened her right palm wide. Only an inch separated from the boy's face and the angel's white palm. Energy began emitting from the angel's hand as she closed her eyes and tried to find something invisible to the naked human eye. After half a minute, the angel opened her eyes and was perplexed at what she found. "There is both darkness and light within him."

The other angels were shocked in disbelief at what they had heard.

"If he has darkness in him, then he couldn't be the one, right?" The red haired angel commented with a surprisingly calm tone.

"…I'm not sure about that," the female angel disagreed.

"What do you mean?" the golden haired angel inquired.

"Along with the very powerful darkness, the light existing within him is equally as strong. Darkness aside, the boy's light is the strongest I have felt since we began our search."

"Then I suggest we observe him for a while longer," the red haired angel suggested.

All eyes then turned towards the golden haired angel.

"We have been searching for a very long time. A little longer won't be a problem. Whether he is our savior or our destroyer, we will know soon enough," the golden haired angel quietly muttered. In the next second, the four angels completely disappeared, leaving nothing behind as if they had never been there in the first place.

Chapter I: Beginning of the Journey

Monday April 6, 2009: 11:55 P.M. - Iwatodai Station

Makoto Yuki slowly opened his eyes as a male voice echoed throughout the train indicating that the passengers were about to arrive at Iwatodai Station. Keeping his blue earphones on as it played an upbeat rock song; he moved his head from right to left as he scanned his surroundings. He suddenly remembered that he was on a train that was heading towards Iwatodai City. It was a place he'd lived in for seven years, but he moved to Sapporo after the death of his parents. Staying with his paternal grandfather, he lived a rather mundane life except for a few instances.

After ten years, Makoto's grandfather had passed away due to old age and it was around this time when he received an invitation to attend Gekkoukan High School in Iwatodai with a full scholarship and paid housing. Rather than live with distant relatives in Kyoto that he didn't know, he decided to accept the invitation and left on the train heading to Iwatodai the week after. He had been riding on the train for a few hours and now he was about to return to his birthplace.

After the train came to a quick stop, Makoto stood up and stretched his arms to remove his fatigue. Hoping to get as much sleep as he could for the next day, he hurried off the train, up the large set of stairs and out of the station. Although it was already April, the night remained cold and breezy. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and examined it. The paper had a drawing of buildings and a red line that ran from the station to a place marked, "Minatodai Dorm." Without wasting another second, he walked down the street and hoped that he was heading the right way.

Even though it was nearing midnight, Makoto was surprised to see that many people remained out at this time. Some were standing in groups talking loudly amongst themselves and others were sitting around chatting quietly. Most were teenagers and people in their twenties. They were likely people who were unsatisfied with society, as they showed no urgency to return home and prepare for the next day.

As Makoto walked down the street, nobody paid any notable attention to him as they probably thought that he was just another troubled runaway in a city full of troubled people. Similarly, Makoto paid little attention to them because he was enveloped in a mysterious feeling of nostalgia. Well, at least that's what he thought it was. Despite living here for seven years, he couldn't recall any memories of this city. His mind would always become so muddled and hazy whenever he thought about his life in Iwatodai. However, he could still recall vague feelings that he couldn't describe as he walked through the city. Even though his mind didn't remembered, his body did.

Before Makoto knew it, the surroundings underwent a complete change. Noticing that his mp3 player had stopped working, he looked around at what he thought was the city. The sky had turned to a murky green. The air became dead silent. Red liquid appeared on the ground and walls. The people who were happily chatting were no longer there. Large standing black coffins that glowed red had replaced them. An eerie feeling ran through his body like an electric current. An ordinary person would have been scared or confused if he saw the strange scene. However, Makoto was not an ordinary person.

For ten years, Makoto had seen many strange things from monsters to demonic creatures. He soon realized that other people couldn't see the same things that he could and that he was "different" in many ways. This phenomenon too was something he'd already gotten used to so he continued down the road and ignored the supernatural elements around him.

It wasn't long until he arrived at what he hoped was his destination. There were no signs or words to indicate that he was at the dorm. The building was about five stories high with a few large windows on each floor. The brown bricks had noticeable dirt, dust, and dark green plants growing on the front side of the building. On the left of the building was a three story tall building that looked abandoned. The windows and doors were all boarded up. It was as if he stumbled into a dangerous area of the city.

Noticing a faint glow in the front window, Makoto walked up the doorsteps and approached the large double door. To his surprise, it suddenly opened, silently welcoming him in. Without any hesitation, he walked inside and closed the door behind him. Looking around, he noticed that the room was poorly lit, but he was able to see a large counter to the left. There was an old television in the middle of the room and there was a set of two brown sofas and two armchairs. On the far end of the room was a dining table and he could see a staircase leading up on the far left side of the room.

"You're late, I've been waiting a long time for you."

Makoto suddenly heard a slightly irritated voice from his left side. Reflexively turning toward the voice, he saw a young boy about ten years standing behind the counter. He was wearing what seemed to be pajamas with black and white stripes. His haunting dark eyes widened as if suddenly amused by the blue haired boy's presence.

Makoto was taken aback by the child's sudden appearance. He was sure that nobody was there a moment ago and wondered if the child too was a figment of his own imagination. Before he could reflect further, the child spoke once more in a calm, yet eerie voice.

"Now if you want to proceed, please sign your name there." The child pointed to a page from a red book that suddenly appeared just like the boy had. "Don't worry, all it says is that you'll accept full responsibility for your actions. You know, the usual stuff."

"This is all part of my imagination, right?" Makoto thought. He never recalled talking to anybody during this odd occurrence.

Looking down at the contract, Makoto glossed over the words "accepting full responsibility."

"What does that mean? Maybe I have to compensate the dorm if I burn it down or something...Is what I would think if it was any other time."

It was definitely a strange situation, but he wasn't particularly concerned about it. He quickly signed the contract and handed it contract back to the child who happily accepted.

"Most people cannot escape time. It delivers us all to the same end. We can't plug our ears or cover our eyes." The child looked straight into Makoto's eyes as if searching for something. "I wonder if it's the same with you?" The contract then quickly disappeared into thin air. "Your journey now begins. I can't wait to see where it will end." After giving Makoto a mysterious smile, the boy disappeared.

When he thought about the mysterious words and wondered whether he had somehow died and gone to a strange place, he heard a voice shouting from the staircase.

"Who's there?" The voice had a mixture of both fear and hostility. Out of the darkness walked a girl about his age. She was wearing a pink cardigan and a black skirt. It was probably a school uniform.

Before he could reply, he saw the girl reach down to what appeared to be a holster on her thigh. The shiny glint of metal on the holster was probably a gun that did gave him some concern.

"Takeba, wait!" A new voice had stopped the girl from grabbing the gun. Out walked a red haired girl who was around his age and she too was wearing a school uniform except without the cardigan. Unlike the nervous state the first girl was in, the new girl exuded unparallel confidence. The lights then suddenly turned on as if the new girl willed it to happen.

"I didn't think you'd arrive so late," the red haired girl said. "My name is Mitsuru Kirijo, a third year and I'm one of the students at this dorm."

With the lights on, Makoto could now see that Mitsuru had long red hair that covered part of her beautiful face. She did seem like a rich stern young woman with the way she crossed her arms.

"Who's he?" The girl in the cardigan asked as her hand slowly moved away from the gun. This girl had brown hair with a stylish cut that reached down close to her shoulders. There was a noticeable white heart choker on her neck. Like Mitsuru, she was attractive and had visibly calmed down compared to a minute ago.

"He's a transfer student. It was a last minute decision to assign him here so he'll eventually be moved to a room in the boys' dorm."

"Is it okay for him to be here?" The girl was becoming anxious, probably because it seemed like Makoto was intruding into a girls' dorm.

"I guess we'll see…" Mitsuru trailed off as she became distracted about something.

"So...this is really the girls' dorm?" Makoto asked, thinking that this whole day has been full of things out of the ordinary.

"No, this is a special co-ed dorm," Mitsuru answered. "You're only here temporarily until we finalized the living arrangements. Sorry for the trouble."

"It's fine so long as I get a place to sleep tonight." Makoto shrugged his shoulders, feeling indifferent at the problem.

"That's good to know," Mitsuru said with a smile. "By the way, this is Yukari Takeba. She'll be a second year starting tomorrow like you." She motioned her hand toward the girl in the cardigan.

"…Hey," Yukari replied with an awkward wave of her hand.

"I'm Makoto Yuki."

"Uh y-yeah, nice to meet you."

Makoto stared at the gun on her thigh.

As if noticing his gaze, she quickly explained, "T-This is a toy gun you know." She moved her leg so Makoto couldn't see the gun anymore.

"It's for self-defense," Mitsuru interjected. "It's getting dangerous these days especially at night. Even if it's not real, it should still scare some people off."

Makoto slowly nodded his head, noticing that Mitsuru too had a gun in her holster on her hip. "I guess that's explains one strange thing." Before he realized it, he released a loud yawn that surprised both Yukari and Mitsuru.

"It's getting late, so you should get some sleep," Mitsuru said with a chuckle. "You're room is on the second floor, at the end of the hallway and your things should already be there."

"I'll show you the way," Yukari said as she began heading up the stairs. "Follow me."

Even though they went past a few doors, it didn't seem like anybody else was in.

"So this it." Yukari moved her hand toward the door. "Don't lose your key or you'll never hear the end of it. So…any questions." There was a slight hesitation in her voice.

He didn't really have any questions, but he suddenly remembered the boy at the front desk. "That boy…"

"…What boy?" She asked after he didn't finish his sentence.

"Uh, never mind." He tried to end the subject before he sounded like a crazy person who should be in a hospital rather than a dorm.

"Hmmm," Yukari mumbled to herself as if she didn't believe that was the end of it. "Um…Can I ask you something?" Her nervousness seemed to have returned, replacing her recent friendly demeanor. "On your way here from the station, was everything okay?"

Makoto's walk to the dorm was not okay at all. He saw the sky turn green, the appearance of creepy coffins, blood like liquid, people disappearing and his mp3 player stopped working. He would've told her that, but he'd knew better so he replied, "Everything was okay."

"Oh, good then. It's seems like you're all right." She was visibly relieved for some reason. "Well, I better get going then." She walked a few steps away before turning around. "I'm sure you have other questions, but let's save them for later, okay? Sweet dreams."

"Yeah."

With a smile on her face, Yukari walked back downstairs.

"...Weird girl," he mumbled, quickly realizing the irony. He then opened the door to his room and threw his duffel bag onto the ground. After closing the door, he kicked off his shoes and fell face first onto the bed without even bothering to look around his room. Because of the long day he had, he was exhausted and immediately fell asleep. Tomorrow will be his first day at a completely new school.

Unbeknownst to him, four glowing balls of light hovered outside his window.