What is this? An update? lol sorry for the wait; I lost my muse and I couldnt find it but my cousin brought it back for me :D

Rating: T

Pairing: slight AkiMina

Notes: Normally, when I think about Minato and the Seal, I always imagined that if he survived the Seal that he'd have narcolepsy since alot of series show that when someone loses their soul they sleep until they die. In this case, Minato has part of his deal guarding the Seal and the other still in his body. This basically takes place before PERSONA: Trinity Soul (10 years after PERSONA 3); Akihiko is basically working as a special policeman(he works with Persona related cases) and Minato is basically freeloading off of him.

Tapping noises filled the relatively small apartment while the sun provided light the day was already half over and the heat was still rising. He shifted and groaned his muscles were stiff and his arms were sore; maybe he had an episode again. He shifted again and raised himself with his sore arms, the blanket that was placed over him slipped and fell. He blinked away any sleep left from his eyes and looked around for a clock; which was placed on the wall in front of him and told him that the day was essentially half over already.

He had another episode.

With a sigh the slim man sat up and shifted from his seat on the white expensive couch and with a click of a button, turned the TV on. Immediately the voice of the attractive woman on screen overlapped the tapping but the man turned the volume down. The tapping noise paused before starting over again.

"-suicide in response to school bullying." The woman finished, her perfectly painted face twisted to one of pure grief. The man leaned sideways, resting his arm on the armrest and bringing up his knuckles to rest his rest.

"She was only sixteen wasn't she? How sad." The face of an older but equally handsome man appeared in the screen, his face masked into one of sadness. The man brushed his blue hair out of his eyes before he clicked the remote again and the channel changed to another news station.

"-sixteen stab wounds, effectively killing the young couple"

He clicked again.

"-brought a weapon to school and fired at-"

Again.

"-hit and run-"

Again

"-gang violence on the rise-"

Again.

"-murdered after cheating on her husband-"

Again

"-group suicide-"

A fierce scowled marred the man's pale face, blue eyes narrowed at the screen, glaring at the new anchorman who continued his job and listed the name of the victims. Slim fingers gripped the remote tightly and with an angry huff he pressed another button and the TV screen turned black. He rose to his feet and crossed the room with long strides.

He stopped in front of a white door and knocked twice. The tapping paused before a deep voice breached through the door.

"Come in." The man turned the knob and pushed the door slightly open.

The room was small but clean. White walls spotless, bookcases pushed to the walls with books on law and folders filling, pictures hung on the walls from high school and a few from college. A large wooden desk was put right in front of the large window that overlooked the unfamiliar city. The white haired man who seemed intent on his laptop and the papers scattered around his desk looked up. The man raised a slim eyebrow; his dull red shirt was unbuttoned from the first few buttons and the sleeves rolled up to keep from hindering him. His black jacket was thrown over a chair in front of the desk.

"What's wrong Minato?" Confusion and worry swirled in those storm gray eyes but the blue haired man merely looked away and entered the room. He closed the door slowly and stood there, looking at the white rug. He should probably have that rug replace, maybe a dark color would be better. It would easier to clean that was for sure.

"Akihiko, do you…do you regret it?" He asked with his eyes still set on the rug.

"Regret what?" Minato cocked his head sideways, his eyes shifted from the rug to the picture next to the book case. An old but still precious picture; a group of teenagers didn't stare back at him; rather they turned around to look at the tall boy behind them who waved his arm around and seemed to have been tripped backwards. Surprise, happiness and relief was caught in the picture.

So many years ago, that was his reason for his actions. So many years ago, the price he paid for that moment and so many potential more was worth it.

Was it wrong to doubt it after a decade? Was it wrong to sometimes regret his decision?

The bonds he made so long ago were not gone but they strained, and the beings that gave him so much power no longer answered his calls and the battles he fought were no longer his to fight. He spends his days in and out of consciousness, half of him still keeping his promise to the world and the other here with the people he wanted to save.

He gave so much, but was it really worth it?

Akihiko Sanada followed Minato's gaze and then sighed. He closed the laptop and motioned for the man to come closer. Silently the blue haired man obeyed and stood in beside the white haired policeman. Akihiko moved his chair to face his companion and lifted an ungloved hand and lightly touched the man's pale cheek. Gray eyes locked into blue and they did not waver. In his line of work, the thought occurred to him daily. Why did they save a species who sometimes didn't want saving? Why save people who didn't care? Why save them? Why?

"I don't." Akihiko answered, the blue haired man got down on his knees and rested his cheek on older man's lap and Akihiko let his hand fall to his side. The fabric was soft and the familiar smell comforting.

"Why?" He asked, Akihiko sighed moved his hand so his fingers ran through the soft blue locks. Minato's breathing evened out and his body slumped, instantly Akihiko realized that the younger man had fallen into another episode. Nonetheless he answered.

"Because I didn't do it for them,"

Storm colored eyes shifted to a framed picture on his desk. It was taken a few months ago; nine pairs of eyes looked back at him, smiles and happiness caught in the moment. Akihiko looked down to the younger man and brushed a lock of hair away from his pale face and smiled faintly. He leaned down and brushed his lips on the sleeping man's cheek.

"I did it for you."

I still loved PERSONA 3 to death, I really do. Its a lot easier to right about PERSONA than other fandoms. Review or PM me if you see an errors!

Merci d'avoir lu~