The title is likly to change but I wanted to see how many people were into a Persona 3/MK Crossover.
I really REALLY wanted to do a crossover and Persona's the only thing I know well enough at the moment to do it.

Of course, I also had to make Hakuba and Kaito the main chracters again :)

I love them!

Anyway, please review and tell me if you like it. I may not go all the way to the end of the video game,
but it will be an even mix of both stories.
Since I'm doing it from the MK perspective though you might be able to pick it up even if you've never
played the game.

You'll come to understand it along with Kaito.

PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOUR INTERESTED!

Chapter 1: A World of Coffins

Kaito had seen a lot of things in his lifetime, especially with the 'weird' that he seemed to carry around him on his nightly escapades, but hundreds of coffins littering the streets in stand-up warrior fashion was not one of them.

A small town called Iwatodai, farther from home than he would have liked, had been hosting a large sapphire, embedded into a bracelet of silver and black. The heist had gone according to plan. Kaito had set it for eleven-thirty that night with Nakamori in attendance, and he had given the man some hope of catching him before slipping through the Inspector's fingers.

At midnight, as he flew his glider away from the scene - noting that he hadn't shaken Hakuba off as the detective was watching him from afar, unable to catch up on foot – he heard the sound of a distant bell toll before the moon painted itself a bright, sickly yellow on the last chime. The air had was still with deathly silence.

Kid's glider shook due to his surprise, so he retracted the frame and landed on the roof of a nearby building to look down at the gothic cemetery scenery.

"What the hell is going on?"

The silence around him didn't answer him. The stillness that came with the absence of life surrounded the thief, making him shudder. "Maybe the cops got me with some new type of drug?" He looked himself over, seeing that nothing on him was different. No tiny needle he found himself looking for on instinct . Kaito shook his head. Conan hadn't been there. There was no way he could have fallen asleep. He felt very awake. And, truth be told, slightly dizzy. The green-painted sky had done something to his head.

"If someone's out there and thinks this is funny," he said in a steadily quieting voice, feeling that breaking the choked-off, motionless air would shatter something larger, "it's not."

Kaito didn't realize just how much happier he would have been to keep that silence.

The building he was on physically started to shake as if he were in a magnitude six earthquake. Due to the shaking, Kaito couldn't judge very well, but it seemed only the building he was on was convulsing.

"Whoa!" He started backing up from the ledge that he almost fell off to, trying and catch his balance. He would have been fine, but tripping on the raised concrete edge would have left him with a good bruise.

The shaking stopped after a few seconds, followed by an eerie sound that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Kaitou Kid was afraid of nothing. The police had chased him around several times, even nearly caught him. He'd been shot at by trained killers. He had a bullet miss his heart by less than an inch more than once. None of that had ever scared him.

This unearthly noise that sounded like the synthesis of a moan and joyful laugh made into an animal sound had him sweating.

"What is going on?"

Kaito pulled out his card gun. The plastic was steady but it felt too light in his fingers. There was nothing to aim at yet, but the reverberating howls, or whatever they were, were getting louder. If physics was anything to go by, that meant that whatever was making the sound was coming closer.

He spun around, his white cape only just falling out of reach as something that looked like molded black goo grabbed at him. The goo turned itself into a hand too large to be human, with black and purple liquid swirling around inside of it. Another reached up to catch hold of the side of the building. The thing that disturbed Kaito the most about it was, because of where the thumb was positioned, they must have been someone's s – something's – left hand. Two left hands. That meant there was something really wrong with it's physical body or there would be two right ones following.

The moon was full that night. Kaito made sure that, if he was going so far away from home - to a town that he'd only just heard about - he would make a grand entrance. The glare of his unintended enemy showed him just how disturbing his night suddenly became.

The creature - mutation - alien thing, whatever it was, climbed up onto the building. It held a blue mask in its grasp, complete with markings for eye holes and slits for nostrils. As Kaito watched it crawl all the way onto the building, his eyes widened. The thing was actually looking at him with the mask. It had no eyes of its own.

"This isn't happening, right?" He looked around for some sort of explanation, card gun reflexively held up to defend himself if the thing decided to attack. It screeched again, shaking the building as it slammed its hands into the rooftop, said hands coming to a total of nine as they kept growing from the gelatinous goo. Kaito backed up.

A smirk crossed his lips, sweat beading down his forehead as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Something splashed as he moved his stance to better stand his ground. He looked down.

The fear that had been creeping up on him at the sight of the creature suddenly skyrocketed. He couldn't see where it was coming from, but Kaito was definitely standing in blood. He looked around him to see that he was still alone on the roof except for the creature. Then more hands started appearing over the edge of the building.

"I think its best that I left now."

Kaito took the glider release mechanism into his fingers. Then he sighed, noticing that he wouldn't be able to use it. The building he had picked to land on was too short, only being ten stories without enough gust to get him into the higher wind currents. At such a height, he would only fall, slowly as it might be, but with no clear shot at the ground and who know what being down there.

Then the other creature was on the rooftop with him. It looked over as another sent of black hands reached of the the top. It seemed the first creature didn't want to waite for its partner and one of the hands lifted the mask to look at him before it charged.

Hands being used as feet, especially with nine of them, were hard to avoid. Kaito backed up into a cement wall where a door was embedded to allow people access to the roof. He quickly turned and scrambled up it, getting snagged by one of the outreached appendages before slipping away. His cape tore away from one of his shoulders.

Kaito was only able to crouch on the roof for a second before the thing climbed after him. As he never had to face anything like this creature before in his life, he ran. He didn't get far. There wasn't anywhere to go and his glider was useless, dangling around his side as more of a handicap than helpful. He tired to calm his heart rate but this wasn't a killer he was facing this time. This was something out of a science fiction novel.

"Maybe I have something." Kaito fumbled around with his gadgets, dropping a few in a clatter as he searched for some type of rope. There wasn't time to tie it though, even if he had found something.

One of the hands grabbed hold of his upper arm, dragging him towards it. Primal fear stirred in him at this point, overriding his practiced calm. He took his card gun and shot at the thing, hoping that the playing cards would do something – anything – to stop the creature.

Kaito tired to keep his hand steady as he was being waved around in the creatures grasp, pulling the trigger without a clear shot.

The hand holding the mask swiveled to look where his ammunition had cut into several of its other arms. It hadn't let him go, but it wasn't hurting him yet and the cards seemed to have cut into its body even if there wasn't any blood.

"What are you doing you idiot?"

Kaito looked between the gaps in the creature's body, facing what appeared to be a teenage boy who as just spoken. The creature turned to look at the kid as well. The boy was wearing a purple shirt under a black outfit, a metal chain on his belt and red arm band sticking out against the green night.

The boy grinned under a black cap and placed a sword between himself and the creature. "Come on. Fight me!"

Be my guest, Kaito thought to himself.

But the creature still wouldn't let him go. The boy's smile faded. "Hey! Are you ignoring me?"

"Could you at least help me up?" A girl's voice came from a distance.

The boy let out a breath, not moving from his stance. "Not now."

"Come on, monkey boy. How'd you get up there in the first place anyway?"

The boy twitched, eyes angry and turning to glance behind him. "Just because you're not talented doesn't mean you get to insult me!"

"Junpei, if you don't help me up right now, I promise you'll regret it!"

Kaito's day just kept getting stranger and stranger. The fear that had been plaguing him wasn't gone, but for some reason it had lessened when he had realized that whatever strange, nightmarish place the world had turned into in the span of a heartbeat, he wasn't alone.

"Fine! I'll get up there myself!"

Kaito internally jumped when he heard the sound of a gun going off, reactions trained to recognize the noise as his body stilled and he prepared for a more offensive tactic. He looked around in confusion, but the boy didn't seem fazed.

Then something incredibly strange happened. There were two other teenagers, one a girl with short hair and the other a boy with blue - hello-look-how-much-I-stand-out-in-a-crowd - bangs that covered his right eye around shorter matching hair. Both floated up on what appeared to be a gust of wind. The girl held a bow and arrow cocked beneath her arm and the blue haired teen held a small sword, his eyes gray and worried-looking.

The thing holding him squirmed as if it were afraid of them. Kaito didn't see why. The weapons looked like they could hurt, but this thing was easily twice their size and twice as fast.

"Well, now I'm gonna make you fight me!" The first boy, who Kaito could see was wielding a large sword, took out a gun from his pocket. Kaito was beyond trying to figure out what was going on, but the weapon had instilled something deep in him, flickers of hate. Guns were never a good thing. He froze, gripping his own card gun so tightly that he was surprised his fingers weren't hurting more.

Kaito had thought the boy was going to shoot the thing. It had been trying to attack him, so Kaito couldn't say anything against it, but the other boy had something else in mind. He put the gun to his own head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, realizing that nothing was following a logical order any longer. Kaito swallowed, hearing his voice come out much lower than he had intended. The other boy looked slightly shaken but he didn't remove the weapon.

"I'll teach you not to ignore me!"

The gun went off and Kaito flinched. That couldn't have just happened. It made no sense. The thief peeked out from under his hat to see the fourth or fifth most impossible thing in only so many minutes.

There was a large soldier floating in the air above the boy, armor almost in a dress fashion that men used to wear. The soldier was wielding what appeared to be seven blades in each of its hands, painted an off gold and steadily shrinking in size to form a wing shape. Its helmet had what appeared to be metal wings in design form.

The most surprising was that the boy in the hat was still standing with the gun held loosely at his side, the warrior floating in front of him in a defensive position.

"Agi!"

Fire erupted. If he hadn't moved quickly, he would have had more than just a scorched arm. Instead, the flames engulfed the masked creature, eating it away until it was nothing but ash. Kaito stared numbly down at whatever it had been, his composure slowly coming back now that he was faced with something more normal. At least the three people left standing in front of him looked normal.

The boy in with the blue hair stared at him. The other one with the soldier, which had now vanished as if it had never been there, turned to the girl who had been yelling at him and started the argument back up. The newer boy may have been shorter and his sword not as long, but his eyes were serious. Judging by the petty way the other two were fighting, this shorter boy was obviously the one in charge.

"Come on Yuka-tan! If I took the time to help you, the Shadow could have eaten the poor bastard!"

Kaito clenched his fist. That was not the way to refer to someone you hadn't even met properly. He let it go, grin kept strong now that the pressure of saving his life was out of the way. The boy that was standing closest to him never let his gaze wander. It was the only reason Kaito didn't refute the other boy's argument. If they could somehow burn the creature to cinders, he didn't want to see what they'd do if he got them angry.

"Whatever, Junpei. You have to start learning to work as part of a team. Don't get mad because you weren't made the leader."

"I'm not mad!"

"The yelling doesn't help your argument."

The two turned on the boy with the blue hair, the first words he had spoken coming out deeper than Kaito had imagined his voice. The boy glanced sideways at them with a patient smile, letting Kaito breath easier now that he wasn't being scrutinized. The thief allowed a hand to wandered into his pocket.

"I guess you're right. Yuka-tan started it." Junpei turned away from the conversation, an act of cowardice more than a peace treaty. It was almost as if he were afraid to stand up against the other two, or maybe some internal guilt that Kaito couldn't place.

"You guys, what's going on out there?" A new girl's voice came out of nowhere, sounding staticky as if there was a bad connection in a phone line. This girl sounded older, but Kaito couldn't be sure.

"We're just fine." Junpei said after putting a hand to his ear. He looked like he was talking to the air. "There's some-" The tall boy turned to look at him for the first time that night. Really looked at him. His attention had been solely focused on the monster, and later on the girl. He wasn't very observant. "-Some weird guy up here. He's dressed kinda funny."

"Hey, I know you!" The girl in the pink, with her a large red bow on the front of her shirt making her look like a Christmas present, looked at him with wide eyes and a frown. "Aren't you that guy from on news?"

Kaito sighed aloud. The guy on the news was not how he wanted to be remembered.

The third boy, the one whose name he still didn't know, dropped his smile. His eyes spoke that he knew who Kaito was better than the other two. Best not to stick around then.

"I appreciate the help and I hope to never repeat the experience." Kaito stepped backwards, onto a small ledge that really had no purpose. It wouldn't stop anything from falling.

"Hey, what are you-"

The kid with the hat didn't get his words out before Kaito released a smoke bomb.

The small grappling hook he had in his hand was out in seconds as he fell backwards through the night sky. The green tinge that his clothes carried made him feel demonic. Kid's white outfit should only ever be white.

Once he reached the ground he ran. His footsteps were loud but he didn't really care. As Kaito glanced down the streets, all he could see were coffins and blood.

"This is one messed up-" he couldn't even use the word nightmare. Whatever he was experiencing, wherever he was – this was real.

He looked down at his wristwatch, rolling up his burned sleeve. That had been real. The monster – creature – Shadow, did they call it? had just tried to kill him. If he touched it, Kaito had a feeling the blood would be real too. Running through the streets there was plenty of it. He avoided the puddles even if he had to go out of his way to do so.

Soon he came to a train station. There were a lot of food vendors with shops closed up at such a late hour. A few scattered coffins littered the streets here too.

"This isn't happening." Kaito sat down on a bench, gratefully free of mortal juices. "Someone – something – must have happened," he thought. "But what?" The only reason he was voicing his questions aloud was because he hated the silence. It chilled him. He enjoyed it far better than the noise those creatures made, though.

He sat there for a long time, trying to come to terms with what was happening. Just when he made up his mind to leave and see how far this strange phenomenon stretched, time started again. The blood disappeared in the space of seconds, normal color returning to the world as the coffins faded into people in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

A girl turned towards him as the sound of his voice. Looking down, Kaito realized that, now that people somehow inhabited the world again, sitting in the middle of a strip mall was not a good idea.

Another smoke bomb and he was off, leaving the strange town behind him.

…

Kaito sat at his desk and played around with a top, watching it fall over again and again because he didn't have the energy to spin it. The clattering noise was distracting but no one stopped him. He was sure he knew why. Retaliation was his specialty.

"Kaito, you baka! Stop it!" Aoko drew up close to him and tried to take the top but Kaito snatched it away, proceeding to continue his musings out of her reach.

"Fine then!" Aoko folded her arms and faced forward. "Do whatever you want, you delinquent!"

Felling bad, he put the toy away. He didn't have the state of mind to be dealing with whatever he had seen and Aoko. Kaito's mind had been having fun with all his memories of that city, so he wasn't getting much sleep. The bracelet was still in Kid's room because he hadn't been able to return it. He hadn't even been able to stay in the city for longer than it had taken for him to get out of it. The news was having a field day with the first item that he had yet to return. It had already been two weeks since then.

One strange thing had followed him. Hakuba hadn't come back. He didn't notice the detective was absent until the forth day. Then, out of the blue, he showed up yesterday after such a long absence with the excuse that he'd been looking into clues that he'd picked up.

When Kaito had watched him the other day, he seemed fine. Hakuba had been a little more confident than he liked, and had been insulting Kid about his tardiness on the return, but normal. Today the detective was more resigned, his pencil scratching the paper for only the first two minutes of class before the blond put it down and started out the window. Kaito put his own head down. He had wanted to ask him - Nakamori - anyone, if they'd had the same experience that he had had that night. He doubted it.

He jumped slightly in his chair when the class bell rang. Aoko gave him a weird look before picking up her bag and crossing her arms in front of her as she stood up.

"What's the matter with you? You look like you saw a ghost."

"Or a monster," Kaito replied in a sarcastic voice. "Here comes Aoko-saurus."

"Kaito!"

He dodged her bag and grinned, letting the memories fall away. He was home now. Whatever had happened, he wouldn't be experiencing it again.

Hakuba's hands slamming into his desk made him jump, tripping him up on his chair before he feel to the ground on top of it.

"Oi! What was that for?"

"Kuroba-kun, did you-" Hakuba shook his head, mouth half closed and eyes turned to the side. He looked like he was fighting back pain. "Nothing. Sorry."

"No, tell me." Kaito tried to scramble to his feet before Hakuba could get away. "What were you going to ask?"

Hakuba turned back, looking half hopeful at the tone in Kaito's voice. "Did anything happen to you that night?"

"What night?" Aoko looked between the two boys. "What are you talking about?"

"Right." Hakuba turned away, looking miserable again. "You weren't there. You couldn't have seen anything."

Kaito blinked, realizing that he couldn't have this conversation with the detective. Kid may have been there, but it was miles away for Kaito to have been there.

"Maybe we're talking about somewhere else on a different night then?" He knew his own eyes were pleading, but he wanted some perspective on what had gone on then. If anything, he wanted Hakuba to return the bracelet for him.

Hakuba looked surprised. He'd have to accept a temporary truce on the matter, but Kaito would be admitting he was there. He could lie, say he had come after all as himself, but Hakuba's suspicions would hold more validity than they had before. It was more of a concession on Kaito's part, and he was willing to make it for answers. He was sick of blood and shadows haunting his dreams.

"Maybe we are." Hakuba looked just as tired as he did. If anything, the detective looked worse. Hakuba coughed into his hand and looked away. The cough wasn't voluntary. "But not here."

Kaito looked up with his eyes, Aoko facing the detective so she didn't see him. Hakuba had sharper eyes. He nodded.

"I'll meet you in five minutes." Kaito grinned at them both, releasing a stream of confetti before vanishing in the swirls of color.

In reality, Kaito had only gone out the door, but they didn't need to know that. He'd asked Hakuba for five minutes so the detective wouldn't look for him prematurely and spoil his trick. None of the five or six people in the class had heard the door open and close.

The warm air was nice outside and left his mind clearer. The metal door to the stairs was thick and, once Hakuba showed up and closed it, a device he'd set up earlier would keep it closed so that they wouldn't be overheard.

The roof, as freeing as it was, brought the fear back and he found himself watching the edge for fingers trying to reach up towards him. Nothing came and he knew he was home, but his mental reassurances did nothing for his nerves.

The door closing made him jump.

"Damn it."

He got himself off the ground. There was no way Hakuba hadn't seen that. He'd been losing his edge recently. Kaito tried to focus on the here and now. Blob-like enemies that defied all logic were not going to be showing up, and yet he found himself unconsciously looking for them.

Hakuba coughed again. "Someone's jumpy."

"Can you blame me?" He shook his head. "Never mind. For all I know, you can."

"Are you really willing to talk to me?" As condescending as Hakuba's words came out, there was a needing there.

"Who says I didn't show up? Just because you didn't see me, or I didn't come on the same train, doesn't mean I would miss a Kid heist."

"Or that you could miss one."

"You're going to have to work with me on this." Kaito crossed his arms and waited for Hakuba to see that he was serious. "So, what happened to you? I'm sure my time-freak noticed something unusual."

"That actually seemed more normal than everything else. You are talking about the clocks stopping, right? Testing the waters to see if we shared the same experience?"

"I guess you could say that." He sat down the on the roof. The cement out-cropping behind him kept his body propped up and protected if anything tried to get at him from behind. "Had any run-ins with pudding gone bad?"

Hakuba frowned. "No, I didn't. I can't even imagine what you could be referring to. My encounter was more of the human type."

"That doesn't sound so bad." Kaito shrugged. "Pudding gone bad looking at you without eyes was more disturbing. I didn't mind the human part."

"Did your human encounter have weapons?"

"Yeah." Here he frowned. "It was weird though. One of them definitely had a gun and used it, but nothing happened to them." Just some weird thing appeared out of nowhere, dressed in old knight fashion.

"You were lucky then. The bullets I ran into were real." Hakuba lifted the sleeve on his left arm to show bandages with blood seeping through the wrapping.

"What happened to you?" Kaito was still now, thinking back on his own encounter. The people hadn't pointed their weapons at him.

"The man said he mistook me for someone else. I don't know who he could have been talking about, but he walked away. I was with the police for a few days, but with my explanation of- something-" Hakuba trailed off. "They kept me longer."

"You stayed?" Kaito's eyes widened. "Did it happen again?"

"Every night." Hakuba shivered. "I did everything I could to get them to let me go. They thought I'd gone loony or was on some type of drug."

"Because you started talking about streets full of blood and coffins where there should have been people?"

Hakuba looked even more hurt than he had in the classroom, hidden only by his surprise. "Yes."

"I'd like to hear about it."