OMG WE'RE BACK Y'ALL! MPTF IS BACK AND SHIT! PLEASE WELCOME THE NEW ME, SASHA! I LOVE THE NAME, SO DON'T JUDGE! I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS SO MUCH OMFGILOVEYOUGUYS AHHHHH!

-Mako-

Chapter 3

I get into the long black Caddilac that is waiting for us just outside the airport. We pile our stuff into the trunk, which is quite big. I try to strike up conversation with Naoto, but it's awkward the entire time. 

Naoto: Would you like to know something? By the things I picked up in your house, I suspect you already knew who I was, and now I know why you wanted to go here.

Me: And why's that?

Naoto: You want to indulge your little adorable fangirl self with everyone from Inaba. You're obsessed.

Me: I'm not fucking obsessed! I just like it! Is that such a crime?

Naoto: Mhm, I'm so sure...You could have at least said something, you know. Even acknowledged me?

She scoffs, her head turned away from me and planted in her palm. 

Me: I'm sorry, okay!? It would have made me sound weird, like some kind of pervert! However, I'm not obsessed!

Naoto: Fine, you're not. I'm sorry I said you were.

She looks fairly apologetic. She sighs.

Naoto: Look, I'm really not very good at making friends. I'm really new at talking to people...Excluding professionalism. 

Me: That's okay. It's not a big deal.

Naoto: Can I ask you something?

Me: Yeah?

Naoto: Well...Since we are in Japan and all, you might prefer talking in Japanese if you want to communicate with the locals. Wait...Do you even know Japanese?

Me: Yes. I learned it a few years back. Man, you sound like I'm some sort of uneducated weeabu. I'm not that bad.

Naoto: That's good. 

All of a sudden, we lurch to a stop. I look out the windshield. I start to freak out. We're in Inaba. We ArE In InABA! I tell myself to calm down. It's just a town. I look through my window, and it looks exactly the same as Inaba from Persona, except a few things have changed. There's a pool, a skating rink or something like that, and also...really big houses? That's not like Japan at all. Naoto points to a big one on a hill, obviously the biggest in town.

Naoto: I want to live there one day. It just looks so big. It's almost as if a king should reside there.

I smile. The car stops at the Moel and fills up the limo's tank. I get out to stretch my legs, and a familiar attendant waves at me. My eyes widen. It's Izanami. Or...at least it's Izanami's cover form, a gas station attendant. I decide to get something to drink, and I go inside.

Izanami: My, my, I can tell you need something to drink. How about an ice cold Mad Bull?

Me: No games. I know who you are. I can tell you know something about me.

Izanami: Oh, do you now? Well, I can guarantee that I won't tell you anything, Daughter of Man.

I stare at him/her. I pick out what looks good. Naoto is already back in the car, waiting for me. She stares at me with a puzzled look on her face. I wonder if she is piecing together who the attendant is. Then, she looks away. I suppose not. I put the drink on the counter, and give the attendant the money. Yesterday, before my flight, I had most of my American money transferred to yen.

As I walk out of the gas station, I look around. So many people I recognize. I look back, and when I do, the attendant is gone. I grit my teeth. So much for information. I limbo over to the car, and open the door. Naoto looks at me, puzzled and trying to read my expression.

Naoto: What was that about?

Me: Nothing.

The car starts, and in a few minutes, we arrive in front of Naoto's grandfather's house. She stares longingly at it. I see an elderly man up at the window. That must be him. As we lug our bags out of the trunk and into the house, I notice that there is a room for me. I realize that Naoto must've called ahead while I was asleep on the plane to let him know we were coming.

(This part has been translated for your convenience from Japanese to English. You're welcome.)

Elderly Shirogane: Welcome to Inaba, Miss Sasha.

Me: Please, just call me Sasha. 

I don't like people calling me Miss Sasha. It pisses me off because my father's mother calls me that, and it's bad enough that she calls me that. I don't need others calling me that too.

Elderly Shirogane: Well, then you may call me Shirogane-sensei.

Me: Yes, Shirogane-sensei.

He grins a toothy grin, and what surprises me is that his teeth are quite real-looking and in good shape. I suppose old people can have good teeth too. I smile back.

Shirogane-sensei: You are very pretty, girl.

I blush, embarrassed.

Naoto: Grandfather!

Shirogane-sensei: Bwah hah hah!

Naoto: It's not funny, Grandfather!

Shirogane-sensei: Hee, hee. Anyhoo, your delinquent friend Tatsumi-kun called. He said he was wondering when you'd be back. I told him later today. He said he'll come over later.

Naoto: He said that?!

Naoto is blushing furiously. I snicker quietly, and take my bags up to my room. My room is a nice size, and a futon is prepared for me. It has been sparsely decorated. I plan to change it quite a bit. An hour or so later, I am mostly unpacked. I'm glad I didn't forget anything. I decide to look around the house. It'll be a couple hours until Kanji arrives. 

Naoto and I share a bathroom, and her grandfather's room is downstairs. He has his own bathroom, so that way no awkward situations will occur. I thanked her and Shirogane-sensei for letting me stay, and they said it was absolutely no problem. I decide to make dinner for them, as a way to say thank-you. Naoto says she's going to take a bath. Shirogane-sensei settles in front of the television.

As I take rice off of the stove and pile grilled steak, seasoned with herbs on it, there is a knock at the door. Naoto comes running down the stairs, a towel in her hair.

Kanji: Hey, Naoto! You're back!

Naoto: Indeed, I am. 

I can tell she's blushing; her ears are practically glowing red.

Kanji: Are you cooking? It smells pretty damn good.

Me: No, I am.

Kanji peers around the door frame. He seems to already know who I am, and his eyes widen. I look at him with a big grin on my face. It is him, bleached hair now black and glasses on after all. He's wearing a leather jacket and jeans. Pretty ordinary. I wave casually. 

Kanji: What is she doing here?

He points at me, eyebrows furrowed.

Naoto: She's going to be staying with me.

Kanji: For how long?

Naoto: I don't know. Do you, Sasha?

Me: No. I'm not sure. Probably not long.

Naoto: And why not?

Me: Huh?

Naoto: Never mind. You may come in, Kanji.

Me: Yeah. I made alot of extra food, in case you showed.

Kanji: Oh, great, thanks!

We sit down around the table, and it seems they enjoy my cooking. Especially Shirogane-sensei. He grins his dopey smile at me. Once finished, we pile our bowls in the sink. I look out the window, and see many house lights on. One of these houses is Yu's. And I have a feeling I'll find out which one soon.

**Omg the Kannao ships are reeeeall...Don't worry all you shippers, they'll get their romance, too.**