He said this was on demand, so I helped clean up (hopefully)

Mostly snippets of their before-persona 3 life, split into two parts. We'll try to get part 2 up soon.

Extra 1: Of Early Memories (Part 1)

1999

"Father?"

Junichi Arisato stepped smoothly on the brakes as the light turned red, and for the most part, to answer the voice that was calling him, "Yes Minato? Is there something you want? Nothing too long though, the light's gonna change soon."

He already anticipated the question that was to be directed at him and his wife, the same question that the boy always asked whenever they reached this point.

"How long are you and mommy going to be gone," a head of brunette suddenly popped up from behind Junichi's car seat, "Is it gonna be a very long time again? Is it?"

Junichi glanced nervously at his wife, who looked equally guilty about the answer they would have to give their children. The Arisato's were a well-to-do family, but it came with somewhat of a small bane as well. Namely, the need for Junichi and Yoko to travel out quite often. However, with the kids barely turning seven, they could not be left alone.

"Eh…don't worry too much about, you two," Junichi waved his hand, a poor attempt at avoiding the question, "just stay in Uncle Shirogane's house and be good. Before you know it, mommy and daddy will be back with some presents for you, yeah?"

"Promise?" little Hamuko's eyes shone big with the expectation of presents. The slightly older twin only rolled his eyes and sank back into his seat.

"Yes dear, we promise," Yoko Arisato reassured the excited girl, calming her back into the car seat, "and we'll buy you lost of sweets as well, alright?"

That was all that was needed to make Hamuko sit back excitedly into her seat, next to a very unamused Minato, who said nothing as his parents started up the car again, crossing the now empty streets of Iwatodai.

The time was half past eleven.

The rest of the journey was spent pretty much in silence, with only the light snoring of Hamuko to provide noise amidst the silent atmosphere. Even the husband and wife were silent, unable to say anything to lie their way into the already dubious Minato.

The bluenette sighed as he propped his head against the window, hoping for something interesting to pass by before his parents left for another month or two. Even if it was just a flash, he managed to catch a glimpse of a little girl with light brown hair, clad in pink, walking up to a doorstep with a much taller and ragged looking man.

Despite his looks, the man and the little girl had huge grins on their faces.

Must be nice, to have family that you actually see often…Minato's thoughts drifted as the car pulled over in front of a large, exquisite looking house, if mom and dad keep thinking that putting us at Uncle Shirogane's house is going to help ease their guilt…well, whatever.

Sighing as he unbuckled his seatbelt and shaking the now mildly awake Hamuko, Minato pushed open the car doors in stood in front of a large door.

"Hey!"

A call from their father caused the twins to whip around, only to see him grinning broadly and waving to them, "Once we get back, I'll take ya both to the opening ceremony of the moonlight bridge! Until then, just sit back and wait for daddy and mommy to get back!"

"You promised, daddy! Bye bye!"

"Huh."

Minato Arisato wished he could have said more.

2004

"Brotheeeeeer! Wake up already! I don't wanna be late for the first day of middle school just because you won't wanna wake up!"

"Nnngh…" a voice called from under the large quilt cover, "leave me alone, Hamuko. I want my peace, and sleep. Besides, its just the first damn day of school…no harm taking just one day off, right…?"

If glares could pierce, the one Hamuko was giving her older twin brother would definitely have killed him. Minato swore that if he poked his head out, two holes would appear on the side of his cheeks. Besides, it was the first day…

"Who cares?"

"I DO!"

Without waiting for any more grunts or moans of protests, she bundled a fistful of his quilt cover. With as much force as she could muster, Hamuko threw the thick sheets off…

…only to discover her brother, practically stripped of his top, giving her a despairing look.

"Oh my fu-HAMUKO!" Minato, most literally, screamed, "you of all people know I don't sleep with a damn shirt on because its freaking cold around here, and you dare to so blantlantly rip my covers off? Sheesh! If you wanted to persuade me to go you could have done it in a…I don't know, more diplomatic way?"

"Diplomacy didn't work the last time, my dear brother."

"When one way doesn't work, try the other, isn't that what uncle Shirogane always tells us. You remember don't you, my dear sister?"

Hamuko mumbled something under her breath as Minato dragged himself out of bed. Five years ago, an accident had taken place on the opening ceremony of the moonlight bridge. The results of the accident were unclear to most.

"A car was overturned…two casualties…"

The twins knew better, for in the time of the accident, they saw things that no one should and could have ever seen. They knew that the colour of the sky was most definitely not green, the streets and pavements not drenched in blood.

And that there were no such thing as monsters…

But that's all and gone now, Hamuko sighed as she watched stood against the wall, her brother reaching into the cupboard to grab a fresh set of clothes, we've both come a long way from then. The Shirogane are family now, both uncle and Nao-chan…

"Oi, Hamuko."

Brother too, of course…he takes such good care of me…sometimes I feel…

"Hamuko Arisato, why are you staring at me?"

It took Hamuko almost a second to realise that the older twin had been calling out to her.

"S—sorry, and why aren't you dressed yet? We're gonna be late if you don't hurry…"

"Hamu, you're staring at me."

That was when it hit the brunette.

All this time she had been thinking back and reminiscing about the past, she had unconsciously let her gaze flow over her sibling's body. Despite being lazy, their uncle had forced the boy to pick up kendo and, despite his reluctance, actually did him a lot of good.

I mean…for a twelve year old…look at those muscles…and that….oh my gosh! What am I doing?! Minato is my brother, my BROTHER!

"Yea…yeah. I got it, I'll get out first…"

"Yeah, I wanna change."

The door shut behind them both, similar thoughts lingering in their heads.

Since when were we this easily embarrassed…?

(After School)

The day had went by without much event. Hitsue middle school was large, but housed little students, so the school had a generally quiet atmosphere (much to Minato's liking). The twins didn't really catch much during the opening ceremony, only something about clubs and sports.

Yeap, peaceful enough for me, the bluenette thought as he lifted his head off the table as the bell rang, I should probably take Hamu out for lunch. I caught eye of this really popular omelette rice shop on the way here…

Plugging on his uncle's spare earphones into his music player, Minato turned and made his way to the back of the classroom, only to find a small group of three or so guys at the back.

Eh? Wonder what's up.

Pushing his way through a small wave of students, Minato managed to wade himself to that small corner of the classroom. Lifting his head up a little, he could see a shorter student in the middle of the three bigger boys. Shaking his head at the childish sight, he turned to look for his sister…

Until he realised that the person in the middle…

"Heeey, check this girl out. Her eyes are red…" the first one with a skinhead looked down at the brunette with slight disgust.

"Damn, never knew anyone in this school was into cosplay…"

"And what's with the whole 'popular student' act she tries to put on," the last one almost spat, "she just transferred here, and she acts like the entire class is hers."

Minato looked on at the scene, not sure if to be angry at the three guys, annoyed at their stupidity, curious at his sister's lack of response…

Screw it, he felt them all.

He always knew that it would be a big problem whenever he and Hamuko entered a new environment. On one hand, Minato was the quiet, extremely silent type who never spoke to others unless spoken to. This often let people to believe him cold and aloof.

Hamuko, on the flipside, was extremely sociable and friendly with everyone she met around her. She mixed well with practically any group and anyone.

And that was the problem.

People thought that (for some reason), was trying to steal others away just to make friends. It didn't help either that, much to Minato's chagrin, a lot of guys even at THIS age, began to fancy her

He always had to step in…

"Hey, watch it."

…time and again.

"Heh, look who's coming, captain emo, the second transfer-GAH!"

The first punch decked the skinhead barrelling into a metal closet at the back, a long 'CRASH' ringing throughout the classroom. The remaining students who were around watched the scene with interest, a few even taking out their cell phones.

"C'mon Hamu," Minato pulled his sister up, "let's get out of here."

And kick these guys' asses…

*THWACK*

Years of getting into fights in elementary school had hardened Minato in basic fighting skills, proven as he delivered a swift kick to the second guy who tried to approach him, knocking the wind out of him as he collapsed to the ground.

"Brother…" the younger of the two tugged at his arm, "don't hit them anymore, okay…?"

"…" Minato only looked in bewilderment at the younger Arisato…and sighed. He could not resist those eyes whenever she looked at him in such a manner: persuasive, pleading even. She was always more forgiving than he was.

If only he knew that it was because they dared to touch her.

His blank face bore into the eyes of the third boy, staring at him with a deadpan expression that seemed to cause the poor boy to quake in his shorts.

"Get out."

"Y-you gonna do something about it…?"

That was when the vein popped in Minato's head. Reaching out, he grabbed the boy by his collar, "Or I move you. Pick, and freaking choose."

Needless to say, the twins had quite a clear path afterwards….and a call to the headmaster's office for Minato the next day.

Hamuko didn't know if she should have felt honoured…or just guilty.

2005

"Quite a fan-base you got there."

Hamuko looked up from munching her sandwich to stare at the bluenette, who in the midst of sucking his juice bottle.

Another year had come and gone. Oddly, ever since their first day on freshman year, no one seemed to even try to mess around with the twins for fear of getting bashed up for trying to hit on the female Arisato…or just the fear of getting bashed up. Other than that, it was smooth.

Hamuko took the time to get to know the vast majority of her classmates. Most found her outgoing and cheerful personality rather endearing to say in the least. Or for some of the guys, simply 'cute'. However, with the level's proclamation of the 'blue-haired badass', no one dared to try make a move on the younger Arisato, lest her ground their faces in.

Not to say that there were not some brave souls who dared the challenge…none of which got past.

Hamuko sighed once more as she prayed and hoped the boy from this morning was alright. However, these were not the only things that were changing. There was also…

"Fan-base?" Hamuko tried her best at feigning innocence as she took another bite out of her sandwich, "whatever do you mean."

"Don't play stupid around me, Hamu."

…the fact that Minato seemed to be drifting further away from her ever since the start of middle school.

"Fine, fine…" she grumbled, swallowing the last piece and leaning against the railing of the rooftop, "you know…I've lost count, how many of them have you taken down."

"I'm pretty sure I'll need about two sets of hands though."

"Understatement," Minato said as he set his juice box down, "need about three pairs."

"What did they ever do to annoy you anyway, brother?"

"They were trying to get lucky with-"

"Same with you as well!"

Her sudden rise in pitch and voice had definitely shocked him, "I see some girls trying to give you gifts and the like every other week…and even on valentine's day! Do you ever see me complain brother? You completely maul basically any guy who comes my way! You're always too busy looking at those things…"

"You barely even talk to me anymore!"

"I…really don't see why you're making this look like its my fault, Hamuko," the older one furrowed his eyebrows as Hamuko's shouts began to intensify, "I mean, they don't do it upfront at least, and have the decency to still come and tell me."

"Then what's the difference between your case and mine, brother!"

"They obviously wanted more than people would think from you, Hamu."

Patience wore thin for either of the twins. Yet, neither could admit that the other was wrong. What was so different about the two situations that they were in? What was making them shout at each other as if a crime had been committed?

What's this...burning feeling…?

"I mean, we rarely even go-"

"Drop it already."

Having had enough of their pointless argument, Minato tossed the juicebox into the bin and stood up, making his way toward the rooftop door. He did not want a say in this conversation anymore.

"Don't be late for class."

And the door closed between them both, leaving only a briefly dumbfounded Hamuko behind, alone. Unable to respond, she quickly snapped out of it and yelled at the already closed door.

"Well FINE! Close the door in my face, why don't you? Freaking asshole!"

Unknown to her, the boy had heard her insults, his back pressed against the wall for support. Planting his face into one of his hands, Minato slowly sank down onto his bottom.

Idiot, idiot, IDIOT! He mentally chided himself as he slammed the other palm onto his forehead, why the fuck am I so agitated by all of this? I mean, it's not like she's going to be taken away from me or anything. Yeah, not like some guys is just gonna walk in and take her out from…

*BANG*

"Why the heck do I even care so much…"

Behind the doors, a now sobbing Hamuko too had her face in her hands.

Why on earth did I even get angry at him for? I mean, it's natural for girls to ask him out right, at this age? It's not my choice whether he wants to get involved or not. He's just so handsome…tall…strong…caring…

My brother…

Giving a hard kick against the railings, Hamuko stormed off.

2006

They hardly ever spoke to each other, at least that was how it seemed in school.

Hamuko was practically the most popular student by the 9th grade. Every one who wanted to be her friend practically was her friend. Not only that, her grades saw a significant improvement from the previous year, making her charm even more exuding.

The secret actually lay with the quiet, blue haired boy who sat at the back of the classroom, sleeping away the duration of school, a stack of photocopied notes that lay messily under his desk.

Minato practically became a loner, not that he minded it too much. With each passing year, he seemed to relish the moments he would have on his own.

Communication gets annoying, he always told himself as he silently gazed out of the window, watching as birds flit across the skies.

It was the year 2006, and the twins prayed hard that it would stay like this for a long period.

Though, it was also the year where things would begin to get messy for them.

Headslammer: So guys, here it is, the early-er days. I asked co-slam to upload this for me cuz i didnt want u guys to get too impatient. As you can see, the quality went downhill, a lot, but I'll try not to give excuses. I'll try to get better soon, so till then. Peace out.

Co-slammer: Oh, side note. We may re-edit this.

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