I have homework and no working computer. I borrowed my grandmother's computer, since I wrote this in class.

Disclaimer: PERSONA 3 NOT MINE, if it was I would have let boxing as an acceptable club and Akihiko dateable.

Time was something he did not have, every day, every hour was used for certain people. He was their friend, their interest, their therapist, and their leader. He wondered if this was how a company president felt with all the appointments and employees. His phone gave a shrill, and he briefly looked up from his mathematic book and looked at the clock, 10:37 pm. With a sigh, he flipped his phone and waited for the other person to answer.

"Arisato-kun?" a familiar female voice reached his ear and for a moment Minato didn't know who it was, until the whispers of a certain persona clawed his mind.

"Chihiro-san?" he asked, and rewarded himself when the whispering voice gave him a small cheer.

"Arisato-kun, I'm sorry for calling so late but I needed to call you." Her voice reached a small whisper and Minato only made a small sound of acknowledgment and waited for Chihiro to continue.

It took at least 12 minutes for her to raise her voice and nearly another hour before she finish and with a small thank you and good-bye the phone went dead. The whispering in his mind grew louder, signaling his stronger relationship. Putting his phone down, it gave a small vibrate, the screen lit up again, with a text message in it.

He flipped it to read it, only to discover he was yet again book after-school with the Magician who needed advice and then after that talk he needed to talk to the Devil and discuss financial issues and other business-like conversation and possible personal life. Shifting in his seat he rested his head on the cool inked pages of his math book. The phone gave another buzz, which was thoroughly ignored.

Blue hair covered his line of vision; the lamp gave only enough light to read the pages. The bright red numbers next to the lamp told it was close to midnight. Once again he shifted to turn away from the time telling machine, no longer wanting a reminder of his schedule for tomorrow.

He glanced at the door, listening to the silence of the hallways and the four-story building. There was so much to do and so little to actually finish. The Personas' in the back of his mind clawed, hungry for attention, the Devil demanded advice and an ear as did the Magician, the Hermit needed someone to listen, the Star needed someone to lean on, the Fools needed a leader. He knew he was tight, he knew it was only a matter time before he slipped and a one of his Personas' were to get lost. Soon the Justice will realize that he did not and could not stay with her, along with the other females that are linked to him. The Personas clawed his mind whispering plans, answers, actions, and advice.

He pushed and block the whispers, holding their words unless needed. The clock read 11:56, moving from the desk, he stood up, brushing his bangs away; he walked quietly to the door. Without a sound the door opened, the hallways eerily quiet and dark, the carpet felt soft under his bare feet. He shuffled forward, still the silence continued, and within a few feet he paused in front of the door. Groping the door knob he leaned in, listening to the other side of the room. Only the soft even breathing of the occupation could be faintly heard.

Turning the knob and leaning in, the door gave a small creak and quickly, he stepped in, the lump on the bed did not rouse. The room was only laminated by the light and moon, revealing, the lump as a white haired older boy. He did not stir as he continued towards the bed, stopping only to check if the boy was awake. After what seemed like hours, he made it to the bed, standing in front of the boy, waiting.

Only the breathing of both boys was heard....

"Are you just going to stand there?" a groggy voice asked, the white-haired boy shifted to look at him.

His only answer was silence.

With a sigh, he moved back towards the wall, the bed gave a small creak, and he lifted the covers, welcoming the younger boy. He accepted the invitation, crawling in the bed, shifting so he faced the older boy's chest, letting his head rest on the nook of the older boy's neck. Warm arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to the warm body.

The whole building was resounded with the alarm of the clock, signaling the start of a new hour, and world started to glow a sickening green. The older boy grunted, his breathing evened out and soon the boy was asleep. Ignoring the change around them, the younger boy followed the other into slumber.

Minato Arisato did not have time, every minute, every hour, and every day counted. The whispered helped and offered him many things. He had to act, he had to change, and he had to keep watch. In the mornings he had school, at lunch he hung out with his dorm mates, after-school he had clubs and then he visited a few people, in the evening he talked to the people in the mall or trying to fill a mission given by the female inhabitant of the Velvet Room. In the night he was a leader that led a group of 5 to save the world.

There were days like these, more like minutes, perhaps hours, a time where he can do anything he wanted. He savored every second.

YAY First Chapter done!

I'm working on number two and three in my special notebook, I update livejournal if anyone is wondering....