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Hell Song	By : SheWhoWritesSmut Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) Views: 1216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4.
Pairing: Kanji Tatsumi/Harry Potter
Summary: Moving to Yasoinaba due to his uncle's promotion, Harry James Potter transfers into Yasogami High School along with his cousin, Dudley Dursley. Targeted by a serial murderer, he is saved by a group of students who are trying to stop the criminal. Joining them in their bid to uncover the identity of the killer, Harry soon finds the strength to show his true self. Along the way, he finds himself falling for a fellow truth seeker.

Hell Song
Chapter 2: Green Eyes and Bandages, Pt. 2
Following behind his teacher into the classroom, the green-eyed teen didn't bother looking away from his back until they came to a stop in front of the entire class. Turning to look at them while holding himself upright, and took in the varying expressions of his classmates as they seemed to assess him.
Some were interested, while others seemed to quickly lose interest. Mentally storing all of their faces into the back of his mind, he made it another task to learn all of their names as soon as possible.
It wouldn't due for him to somehow offend these children by not knowing who they are, because they somehow expect it of him despite probably never having a reason to talk to them. While Morooka continued with his abusive tirade, Harry was surprised to suddenly lock eyes with a familiar pair of stormy gray eyes. He was barely able to keep the surprise off of his face at the unexpected turn of events, but finally decided to just give him a small polite small.
The boy only tilted his head slightly, as if he was contemplating something.
Harry was honestly impressed by the effectiveness of the other's poker face.
"Well as you can all see, we've been blessed with another student to be added to our class today – instead of the city, this sad sack of shit comes from another damn country entirely."
Dark eyes narrowed as his sneer deepened, "Also like the other one , none of you better get any ideas of hitting on this little bastard."
Unnoticed by all, the polite smile became a bit frosty while his lip twitched a bit at the insults sent his way.
None of the other students noticed, but he did.
He was definitely someone that he was going to have to look out for. It wouldn't be the first one to become too interested in him, and he was sure that he wasn't going to be the last. Unfortunately for him, Harry didn't have any intention of letting him get too close to the truth.
"Go ahead and introduce yourself to your classmates Gaijin – make sure you keep my words in mind."
If no one noticed the frostiness that slipped into his smile before, only a few seemed to take notice of the dip in the temperature of the room. The main one being the silver-haired boy, who lived next door to Harry and he raised an eyebrow at the occurrence. Bringing a hand up to his chest, the black-haired boy brought a hand up to his chest and tilted his head slightly to the side with a smile.
"Hello, my name is Potter Harry – please regard me kindly."
Among the students some feverish whispers erupted and he could quickly deduce how some took his greeting.
This was only the beginning, and he knew that things would only develop from here on out.
Moving towards the seat assigned to him by his Aunt Petunia long lost brother, he found himself next to a brown-haired boy sitting right behind his neighbor. Placing his bag onto the little hook on the side, he turned to look at the light brown-eyed boy with a small smile. It seemed that he was in luck in this school with all these handsome boys. Holding his hand out as he sat down, he made sure to make his smile friendlier.
"It seems that we will be sitting next to each other for the rest of the year."
For amount the boy stared at his hand for a second, but then as if he had decided Harry didn't have some kind of disease then grasped it with a nervous smile. Though his eyes narrowed slightly and his smile had lost a bit of its friendliness, the bandaged boy didn't comment on the behavior.
"Sorry about that, my name is Hanamura Yosuke…nice to meet you."
Nodding, Harry pulled his hand back and turned to face the front completely without another glance towards the caramel-haired male.
It seemed that there was already someone that was making their way to his dislike list.
Feeling eyes on him, he closed his eyes and let himself get drawn into the lecture the poor excuse of a teacher was basically bashing them in the head with. Without even opening his eyes, one of the newer students of Yasoinaba High School set about writing his notes in perfect cursive.
After a few hours of classes, the bell for lunch finally rung and he stood up from his desk. Turning around, he almost jumped as he found himself surrounded by a few of his classmates. Smiling courteously he listened as they all introduced themselves, and stored their names within his memory banks.
"Potter-kun, do you want to eat lunch with us?"
Giving them all a sad smile, he pressed his palms together in front of him in a prayer fashion.
"Though I would like that, I have a prior engagement that I can't miss – though if you don't mind…I would be able to have lunch with you all tomorrow."
The girls pouted and the guys grumbled, but then shrugged it off and smiled.
"We have no problem with that – wow you're so nice!"
Moving away, they waved him good bye while confirming that they would be eating with him the next day. Smiling, he waved at them while he mentally sighed. It seemed that the first step to being seen as a polite and friendly person had been taken. Dropping his hand down to his side, he grabbed his bag and made his way towards the door unaware of the grey eyes boring into his back.
Narukami Souji was curious about the new student, whom was also his new neighbor. It had been a week since he had first been enrolled, and he himself was slowly becoming used to the town he would be staying in for the year. Leaning back into his seat, he turned slightly and turned to look at his newest friend Hanamura Yosuke.
He wasn't the only one who had noticed the caramel-haired boy's behavior, if the look his newest acquaintance, Satonaka Chie, was giving him was any indication.
As she waved her friend Amagi Yukiko bye – apparently she was leaving early to help out at her family inn, due to the pandemonium in town with the murder and all, before she came back to her seat and glanced at Yosuke every few seconds.
Unfortunately, unlike himself, it seems that she wasn't going to just let the situation stay where it was.
"Okay, so what exactly was that between you and the new kid?"
Yosuke snapped his head in the short-haired girl's direction, and flushed slightly at the sudden question.
"What are you talking about Satonaka!"
Throwing her arm over the back of her chair, she twisted around in her chair a bit to face the both of them.
"You know what I'm saying Hanamura, you looked at his hand as if it was a toilet that hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long."
Looking between us, and seeing that we weren't going to let up about it. The other boy sighed, and threw his hands up before crossing his arms.
"I don't know why I acted like that to be honest, the guy was just acting polite – it's just…I don't know."
Seeing that he was entirely uncomfortable with answering the question, Souji decided to cut the conversation short and bring up the reason the three were supposed to talk anyway.
"As much as I too would like to know the reason behind Yosuke's strange aversion to the Potter-san, I think we should tell you what exactly happened yesterday when we fell into that place."
Surprise was soon replaced with curiosity, and from the corner of his eye, Souji saw the brown-eyed boy release a sigh of relief and send him a thankful look. Later while they were hanging out, he would question Yosuke on his behavior, but for right now he would let it slide.
Even while thinking that, the look in the new student's eyes at Yosuke's unintentionally rude greeting flashed through his mind and he couldn't keep the interest in himself at bay.
Who was the new student, and why did he have the almost exact same feel as Yosuke's shadow in the twisted Shopping District inside of that TV world – if not stronger?

Strong hands hoisted him up by his hips, and pressed him into cold tile of the deserted 2nd floor South Wing hallway. Lustful brown eyes stared down into his one as he started to rub his cock against the puckering hole of his ass. Harry gasped as lips latched onto his exposed neck, while hands caressed the smooth skin of his hips.
"You are so beautiful…"
Glancing up towards the ceiling above their stall, Harry didn't respond and only gasped as he felt a long and rough finger pushing into his body. The kisses were pressed frantically against his flesh, and he rolled his hips as the older male soon had three fingers pumping rapidly in his greedy little hole. Licking his plump lips as the other continued his movements, the bandaged boy tightened the grip his legs had around the others waist.
Bringing his hands down between them, and grasped the third year's dick with his surprisingly soft yet calloused hands. Grunting at the sensation, the brown-haired boy pulled away from his neck and grabbed some of Harry's tresses before smashing their lips together harshly. Soon, the taller boy groaned as he came all over the black-haired second year's hand.
Chuckling, Harry brought the hand up to his lips while feeling the eyes of his current partner watching his every move. Opening his mouth, he pushed his cum-covered finger into his mouth before going about getting every drop cleaned off of his hand. Lustful brown eyes darkened to an almost black color as he took in the erotic sight, and only whined a bit as his dick grew rock hard once more. He was so dazed by his desire, that he didn't notice the slimmer boy slip from his hold and maneuver the both of them to be sitting down on the toilet.
The jog-suit wearing third year was straddling the toilet facing the wall, and the pretty green-eyed boy was facing towards the stall door. Soft yet calloused hands caressed his cheeks, and he looked into those eyes which bewitched him and saw his lips slide into smirk. Gasping, he threw his head back as his hard-on was suddenly engulfed in an all-consuming heat as the smaller boy straddled his lap with his dick fully in his ass.
Pink lips pressed against his collar bone as the younger male began riding him with skill that no girl in this small town had ever shown. Green eyes bore into his, as dirty words slipped from the black-haired boy as he quickened his pace by the second. The temperature in their stall, and it was only the grip that he held on the other's hips that kept him from losing himself.
He was so lost in his pleasure, that he didn't notice the stall door being pushed open and the strangled gasp that came from their interrupter.
But Harry did.
Not even bothering to stop was he was doing, the slender bandaged boy looked into familiar slate eyes and he absentmindedly continued to go up and down on the older boy. Tightening his grip on the other's shoulders as he felt himself getting closer to the edge, a small smirk slithered onto his face as he saw the cherry red flush blooming on the first year's face as he seemed to realize what exactly he was witnessing.
Just as he closed his eyes and gasped as he felt his current conquest fill him with his hot seed, he laughed at how mortified his hero-kun must be. Opening his eyes after he came back to earth, he saw that the blond-haired boy was gone and the awkward silence that was almost suffocating the bathroom stall. Loosening his grip on the other, he stood up and didn't flinch at how the third year's cock slipped out of him along with some of his cum.
Slipping his hand into the pocket of his gakuran jacket, he pulled out his cellphone and checked the time. Humming, he stepped over the toilet and moved towards his discarded pants to begin redressing.
"We have five minutes till you and I need to get back to class."
Hearing that fact, the third year was knocked out of his daze with a fierce flush present on his cheeks.
"Oh really..?"
The green-eyed second only hummed in answer to his question. Scrambling off of the toilet, the third year got himself together and they both left the stall. Harry watched in amusement as the older male left after offering to meet the second year again if he liked, and even slipped the green-eyed boy a piece of paper with his cellphone. Smiling politely, he nodded before the expression fell from his face as the brown-haired boy left down the staircase to the right of the bathroom.
"Do this again he says?"
Snorting, the bandaged boy crushed the piece of paper and threw into the trash bin on the way out.
He didn't think so – he's never done it, and he wasn't going to do it now.
No matter how cute the guy was.
Walking out of the bathroom, he popped a piece of cinnamon gum into his mouth. He had three minutes to get back to the classroom, and he was going to cut across the walkway on this floor. As he made it back to the classroom building, he passed by some students and noticed that they were talking about something.
"So it really was Konishi-sempai who was on that telephone pole then?"
Another nodded, "Yeah that one announcer woman was put on an antenna on a roof."
Crossing his arms, the spiky-haired boy shook his head.
"Whoever the killer is, is one sick bastard."
Before they could finish their discussion, the bell rang and they all scrambled away, leaving Harry to think about what he had just heard. Making his way into the classroom, he thought about the information he had just acquired. He had of course heard the story on the T.V. about the murders while he was being forced to clean the house while the Dursleys sat on their asses. The thing was that the circumstances in which their bodies had been found was not specified on the news, and he could see why.
Those were very unusual places to put a body.
Humming as he took his seat while Morooka yelled at everyone, he soon let the information slip into the back of his mind as he was pulled into the lesson plans for the rest of the day.

Time passed by quickly since then, and Harry had realized that he had been here in Inaba for about 2 weeks. He had quickly established a view of himself in the school as the polite and kind classmate. It was a major accomplishment, and he had even gotten into the good books of the teachers as well.
It had been an interesting week for the small town of Yasoinaba as well.
Amagi Yukiko had gone missing from her parents' Inn, and had been suspected of being the culprit behind the announcer's death. This had been a major topic of discussion at the luncheon's his horse-faced aunt had been hosting at their house during the weekends.
These little get-togethers were great sources of entertainment for Harry due to him being able to watch as the women subtlety insulted the woman's interior decorating skills with Stepford smiles. The icing on the cake was when the women seem to realize that I could understand exactly what they were saying, and they would scramble out suitably flushed with mortified embarrassment.
Besides that, he had gotten acquainted with most of his classmates and usually interacted with them all at least once a day at the school. He had noticed that since Yukiko's absence and return, her, Satonaka, Narukami, and Hanamura seemed to form a tight knit group.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't a little jealous.
After all he had never really had friendships like that. The only one he had been really comfortable with was Luna Lovegood and the rest of his friends online despite never meeting them in person.
Everyone else in the school hadn't wanted to make friends with the freak Potter.
Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to what his plan was and how he didn't have time to lament about not having friends. The bell soon rang, and Harry closed his notebook and slipped it into his bag. Getting himself ready to leave, he didn't notice the pointed look that Satonaka and Narukami were sending to the brown-haired boy at his side.
After their greeting, Harry hadn't said a word to the Junes Prince – something else he found out from the housewives, and if he did it was only to help him with Morooka or another teacher trying to trip him up. Besides that, he kept his interaction with the boy to a minimum. Moving to step out from behind his desk, his attention was brought his side.
"Potter?"
Raising an eyebrow in surprise at the turn of events, his two green eyes locked with his nervous brown. Tilting his head a bit, he nodded.
"Is there something you needed Hanamura-san?"
Cringing a bit at the obvious distance I emphasized, he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head while chuckling. "I guess I deserve that….I would like to apologize about the way I acted a week back."
Looking at the other for a moment, he only smiled politely.
"You don't have to apologize, I'm sure that you were obviously not feeling well at the time."
That's something that could be assumed, because the way he had been looking at Harry's hand as if he had touched the foreign boy's hand, he would've been sick. His polite smile only widened in satisfaction at the flinch he received from the other second year. But it seemed that he wasn't going to give up, and as if sensing his distress, another voice interrupted Yosuke from saying anything else to make the situation anymore awkward.
"Oi Gaijin! Get over here!"
Glancing over his shoulder to see their teacher standing at the doors, Harry sent an apologetic smile towards Yosuke.
"Well it seems that we'll have to cut this short."
Holding his bag in one arm, he bid goodbye to Yosuke and the rest of his group. As he turned to walk away, his eyes connected with Narukami's curious grey but he ignored them and made his way over to their constantly sneering teacher. Beady black eyes bore into his face as he greeted his teacher, and he turned his nose up to the black-haired boy.
"It seems that you're in for a treat Gaijin, due to the goodness of my heart and the fact that you're a step above the rest of these morons – you've been chosen to help out some poor little bastard get caught up with his work."
Blinking in surprise, only a small frown took residence on his face. This wasn't something that he had planned for, at least not during this year. Seeing the expression on the man's face, Harry knew that he would not be able to protest against this. It would just be better for him to go along with the man's demands, and hope this would only benefit him later on.
"Of course, I'm honored that I was considered for such a role."
Petunia's long lost brother only snorted, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Gesturing for Harry to follow him with a hand, he walked back out of the classroom. For a second, Harry didn't move and glanced back at the little group that was still watching him. Without a second glance, he then followed the man out and slid the door closed behind him.
He didn't have time to be worrying about things like that.
Following the man as he commented on the idiocy of the students and everyone in general, much to Harry's amusement – since he had gotten used to unpleasant man, and actually found the man's behavior sort of hilarious. Plus for some unexplainable reason, he had the eerie feeling that the man didn't exactly hate him.
The first time he had gotten that thought, he almost passed out from mortification.
Morooka opened the sliding door to the Teacher's Lounge with Harry following behind him at a respectable distance and was surprised to see his history teacher, Sofue Kimiko – or Queen Tut as she preferred to be called. She was talking to a familiar gentle older woman, and next to her was a very familiar first year. Who at the moment was looking at him with same blazing slate eyes, which had fluttered through his thoughts every now and then through the two weeks he had been here in Inaba.
"Well I brought him!"
Queen Tut looked up from the sitting woman; he sent a small frown towards her fellow teacher before smiling kindly towards Harry.
"Hello Potter-kun, we are so happy that you've come – we didn't want to trouble you since we know that exams are coming up soon, and you would be pretty busy…"
Turning towards the older lady – who was looking at Harry with worried yet relieved eyes while the platinum blond next to her looked away with a small blush on his face whenever they locked eyes, Queen Tut continued, "Tatsumi-san here is a little concerned with her son's current status in his class and would like for him to receive tutoring but unfortunately at the time none of the teachers are available…"
Resisting the urge to lift a brow at that, he could tell that she knew the real reason none of the teachers were available.
None of them wanted to tutor the boy.
Seeing the pleading in the 'Egyptian' woman's eyes, Harry glanced over at the older woman and her son before smiling. Bringing a hand up to his chest, he smiled charmingly.
"I'll be happy to tutor him, I've already making good progress on my studying and it wouldn't be bother to help someone he needs it."
Queen Tut nodded while Morooka only snorted and turned up his nose. The older woman stood up from her seat, and Harry took in the simple yet elegant kimono that she worn. Pale blue eyes stared into green, and a warm smile formed on her weathered. Reaching forward, she grasped his hands and nodded her head.
"I am so grateful, thank you."
Surprised at the show of genuine appreciation, he couldn't prevent the smile from growing on his face. Giving the woman's hands a little squeeze, he shook his head.
"You don't have to thank me, it's my pleasure."
Nodding, she then stepped aside and gestured towards the uncertain first year behind her.
"This here is my son, Tatsumi Kanji, I hope that you regard him kindly."
Locking eyes with him again, Harry almost smirked at the blush that grew darker the longer their gazes were locked. Turning his eyes away from the slender second year, Kanji brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck nervously. "Pleaseregardmekindly."
His green eyes darkened and mentally the black-haired boy chuckled at the absolutely adorable embarrassment the other was obviously feeling. After all, he had walked in on him and another male in a compromising position. Tilting his head to the side, he smiled saucily while laughing at the cherry blush that only darkened by the second.
"Don't worry, I will."

End of Chapter 2
Well I've gotten to the end of the second one, and now it is on to the third. As you can tell, I am going to try and finish this fic due to me finally acknowledging the freaking fact that I have way too many freaking fics and I've been rewriting fics like crazy! I mean I am even thinking of rewriting the chapters of Phenomenon and just reposting them on the fic I already have. But I'm going to leave that on the back burner for now.
Here I am going to answer any questions or comments that people have had in their reviews.
First of all, that senior wasn't Daisuke! XD Daisuke is in the same year as Souji and the others after all along with Kou, though that only makes me want to make plans for that somewhere. Harry would definitely do that just to mess with his mind, but who knows. As for the word Gaijin, I've come to realize that it could be seen as a derogatory term while some others say that it is. In my opinion since its being used in a 'them and us' mentality, then yes it is basically racist and derogatory.
Some would say that it isn't, while others say yes it is. Just depends on your personal view. In Morooka's case, it was meant to be derogative.
Please don't smite me?

Ja ne,

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