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"Now let's get out of the classroom, kids. Make a group of two and hold hands with each other."

The teacher clapped her hands together to make sure she had every single child's attention when she said such words. It was a small requirement of her job that all of the elementary school students were not harmed or lost.

"Hey, let's make a group!"

"Okay!"

"Is it okay if I'm with you?"

"Sure! Let's hold hands!"

Most of the kids were extremely fast as their hands were like blurs. Many mingled since they chose to partner up with their friend. As each pair huddled together to make large groups, soon most of them surrounded the teacher who stood patiently in wait for all of the students to do what she had said.

"Everyone's in a group now, right?" She asked before noticing one things silently.

Taking the long way around the kids who surrounded her, she strolled over towards a single boy who was all alone and standing in a single spot. Their blue hair was fair long, covering almost half of their face while being a slightly bit longer than shoulder length. There was a slightly emotionless, neutral, dead look in his right eye as the left pupil was covered by his hair. His t-shirt was white with a pair of blue shorts covering his bottom half. Regular black sneakers were seen with white socks.

"Minato, you don't have a partner?" The teacher asked the child who stood frozen in place with an expression that made it look like he was slightly gloomy.

Looking up at the teacher, the boy nodded as his hair shook in the same way his head did. "Yeah…" He answered quietly.

"That's his own fault. He's so silent."

"And he's weird."

"He looks so shady…"

His face didn't change, even at the words that he could clearly hear from the elementary school students that were his age. His expression was still the same way as people viewed him; boring, emotionless, shady, dead.

Y13

"Huh? Minato?"

A few middle-school students looked over to a fellow classmate who had asked a question about the boy who still kept his gaze as neutral as possible while being dead quiet. Turning their heads, they all saw the boy just sitting in his seat while staring forward.

"He's not a bad guy." One of the boys stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Either way, the look in their eyes completely said that Minato was not normal. "But he looks a little bit shady…"

"Not only that," A girl added with a wave of her hand. "As a guy, his hair is just too long. I mean, have you seen the size of it?" She gestured with her head. "No one ever knows what he's thinking about either…"

Once more, Minato ignored the words that people thought he couldn't hear as class began to start once again. Almost immediately, the teacher put all of the students in the room to work. "Today, we are going to try an experiment. So, just divide yourselves into groups of five." Most of the students were quick, pretty well acquainted with one another. But when all of the shuffling was finished, the teacher noticed something. "Ah, one student is left. Can any group take him in?"

"Eh?"

…Eh…? Did they really think of him like that?

Y13

He accidentally dropped his pencil to the ground.

The clattering on his writing tool was practically deafening inside the silent classroom. The rolling of the pencil echoed against the walls that were like a chasm. It was the only object in the room with life as it was the only thing moving. It was interesting, something so inanimate moving so freely unlike the students surrounding him.

No one bothered giving him even a glance for a second. Many had their hands resting on their chins while staring at papers they weren't even writing on. Other had their eyes closed while focusing in thought of what to do. Some spun pencils in their hands in a hypnotic trance. A couple stared into space. But there was one common thing.

No one even looked at Minato.

It was a fact that it was natural for people to ignore him. For thirteen years he had grown used to it. During small group discussions, his group mates would blatantly ignore him. In their eyes, their feelings were clearly reflected. Almost as easy to read like an open picture book. Their pupils would always ask 'why is he still here?'

He had grown accustomed to it.

There was then a sound of chiming and it brought the classroom back to life.

"Damn it, I was so close to getting it done as well!"

"Come on, we have a test coming up and I want to review a couple of things before class starts!"

Slowly getting up, Minato put his notebook, textbook, and pencil case together neatly. Grabbing everything, he slightly turned his shoulder.

"Hey! Wait up, Yang!"

A fellow student rammed his way right past Minato, not even taking notice that they had collided with his shoulder and caused him to drop everything he had in order. The books clattered to the ground. His pencil case opened, spilling the contents everywhere. Only he was the one that noticed what had happened as the one who caused it was already out of the classroom.

"…" He simply settled for staring at everything sprawled out on the floor. Honestly, he wasn't surprised. It was no shock that he was unnoticed.

"Shoot, forgot my notebook. You guys go on ahead."

With his head nodded downwards, he didn't see a girl step into the room and blink with a slightly surprised expression on her face. Her blonde hair was pretty long for a girl her age, already reaching the middle of her back. Slipping in while taking a couple of steps forwards, she made her way to what must have been her desk as she grabbed her notebook from the furniture. "Aren't you going for class?" She asked, slowly and silently looked at the fallen contents that he was staring at. "There's only a couple minutes left until class starts."

With those parting words, she turned around and left. Minato was left alone once again, only to look at his fallen things. He didn't even lift a muscle. Only a few seconds passed, but it seemed like an eternity. He blinked when he saw a hand place itself onto his stuff.

"Seriously at least pick them up!" The blonde stated, handing the textbook into Minato's hands. "What's with you spacing out like that anyways… Ken."

Minato watched with a bit of awe and surprise when the girl shoved the large hard-covered material into his hands. But his face fell back into a flat gaze when she said the wrong name. Looking away, his expression was not that pleased yet still managed to retain his usual, dead look.

"…Why are you looking at me like that?" The girl asked in confusion.

"That's not my name." He replied back simply.

"Ahh…" The girl breathed in realization. "Sorry about that, Junpei."

"Not even close."

"I'm just joking, Akihiko."

"No."

"Shinjiro!"

"Nothing of the sorts."

Minato then slowly began to realize. She wasn't ignoring him. Rather than that, she was interacting with him. Even more odd, it seemed that she was doing so by her own free will.

Y13

"Yang…"

Turning the faucet in the washroom, Yang Xiao Long looked over to one of her friends as they stood right next to her. "Oh, you needed to go as well huh?" She asked, looking down and began to focus on scrubbing her hands.

"No, that isn't it."

"That isn't it?" The blonde questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You're in the toilet after all. What else would it be used for." She then gasped in a dramatic expression. "Don't tell me, you're going to hide in the stall and-!"

"Wait, what?! N-no, no!" They took in a deep breath. "Lately, you've been really close with Minato."

Hearing the name, Yang stared at her friend before shrugging. "It's sort of thanks to you guys." She began rinsing her hands.

"This isn't' like you to interact with Minato. Of all people…"

"Why not?" Yang asked, turning the faucet to shut the water flow. "You'll realize that he's a pretty cool guy once you start talking to him."

"Yang, I'll be blunt. You should stop hanging out with him. He's so depressing. Speaking of which, have you seen his face? He looks like he's dead on the inside. As if… all the life had been sucked out of him. He's bad news, even more so when he gets angry… Are listening to me Ya-!"

The blonde cut her friend off by flicking several drops of water on their face. But with the amount of force that was used, each bit of water hurt upon impact. Shaking her hand to get rid of the excess water, Yang's face was partially scrunched up into a frown, but still managed to hold her light features. "I wonder who's responsible for Minato gloominess, hmm? Plus you shouldn't judge a book by its cover."

Taking a step closer, her eyes flashed red for a second. "In any case, it'll still be bad new when anyone gets angry. It's not just Minato."

"But-!"

"You're only unwilling to accept that I've been taken away by and have more fun with Minato, right?" Yang stepped right past her friend as they glared at her. Not even looking back, she waved her hand nonchalantly. "Guess I just made some bad friends then." As she exited the bathroom, she looked to her side and saw Minato leaning against the wall. "Waiting to ambush me? Or were you thinking of peeking in on me?"

Minato only settled for staring at her. Despite his semi-emotionless, expressionless face, she could almost tell what he was thinking and/or was feeling. Right now, he was not that amused. "None of those were even close." He answered.

Laughing in amusement, she draped her arm around his shoulder as the two of them walked down the halls.

I am really staring to not like myself at the moment. So… MinatoxYang… This is awkward. Looking over all of the Persona/RWBY fics, I noticed that there is almost next to no specific pairing whatsoever. Mainly because most of them contain people from the Persona world transported over to Remnant. I'm a part of that last sentence. Also... none of them really have a specific pairing planed from the beginning as well.

Well no more! I hope that with this fic, it will inspire more people to not only stop people from teleporting their favourite people into Remnant, but it will also have them create interesting pairs and interesting writing. But knowing my luck, none of the sort will ever happen.

Minato's fighting style... It kind of does contains using blades... only if he wants to. All I can say is... Thanks to King of Fighters 14... There's a specific character that I absolutely love due to their personality as well as fighting style. So... let's see what I can make from it.

His Semblance... What is the number I'm choosing? Another small clue is a specific word I'm been using continuously thorough the chapter. It's pretty easy to notice once you figure out the number bit. Not that anyone will really care. However... I will be taking away his wild card ability. In exchange... I'll find a way to branch out with his Semblance.

More of his backstory will hopefully be in the future.

No flames please.