Fuuka realizes something is wrong

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Fuuka popped her head around the side of the kitchen, an apology on her lips about the mess she was making and a question about what Minako meant. The sight of her three teammates strolling through the dorm completely naked (and indeed, walking in a way that emphasized the sway of the hip and bounce of the breast) her immediate impulse was to give a small cry and dive back into the kitchen. She blinked a moment or two, then slowly pulled her head back out of the doorway.

"M...Minako-chan! Yukari-chan! Mitsuru-senpai! Your...naked!" She stuttered, as if hoping to inform them of an oversight.

The trio laughed. "Well, of course, Fuuka-chan. You wanted some subjects for your photo session. Well, I found some!"

Fuuka continued to stare. "Your...naked! Right out in the main hallway! K-K-Ken is sleeping right above us! P-put something on before he catches you!"

"Oh, look at that. You were bold enough to have me take it off in public just a day ago, but now suddenly your all shy." Minako chided. "Come on, Fuuka-chan! Stop ruining your breakfast over there and have some fun with us! Three girls will make better poses than one, don't you think?"

"I...." Fuuka paused in shock and confusion. Then understanding came into her eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked.

Minako cocked an eyebrow, then gave a long sigh. "Fuck. I forgot how you managed to draw in those skanks that bullied you even without an evoker. Guess on some level you can read minds, huh?"

"Not easily. But...you all radiate wrongness!" Fuuka said, backing into the kitchen.

"Fuuka. Fuuka. Fuuka." Minako said, following her. "There's no reason we can't get along."

"What are you?" Fuuka demanded.

"Didn't catch the news this morning?" Yukari said, laughing to herself.

"You let them go, right now!" Fuuka said.

"Ewww. She's trying to be assertive. That's so cute!" Minako said, punctuated by Yukari's laughter.

"Rather bold of her, considering that this entire situation is her fault." Mitsuru said.

"Wha....what?" Fuuka asked.

"Oh, you didn't know? When you decided to abandon me the other night, you left me naked and helpless when the Dark Hour came! I got infected by the shadows, Fuuka-dear, and I've spread that on to Mitsuru and Yukari. You wouldn't BELIEVE what I've gone through. What we've all been through. And. It. Is. All. Your. Fault." Minako said, her red eyes glaring at Fuuka.

"I....that..." Fuuka said, wide eyed. "That's a lie! Minako-chan forgave me right away for what happened!"

"She does that." Minako said, her face twisting in a scowl. "She forgives, she listens, she gives and gives and gives. She let you talk her into stripping down, and she instantly forgave you when you said sorry. Did you ever stop to think that maybe, deep down, she's sick of it? You...you and all those damn people come to whine about your problems! You never ask what you can do for her or how she's feeling. You just take, take, TAKE!! And the bimbo is so dumb she thinks this is how it should be! She actually tries to convince herself that she enjoys solving all your problems and strengthening all your goddamn bonds. Blame it on everything that happened ten years ago- two dead parents and an emo big brother who ignored her, she got ****. Now she think you losers are her family, and she's so very grateful for any scrap of friendship she gets tossed! Well...fuck that and fuck you! Your mine now. You are all mine! Temptation is giving the world to me! And all of you can goddamn well give me what I want from now on!"

MItsuru cleared her throat. Minako's face, contorted with rage, melted into a sickening smile.

"Sorry. Got ahead of myself there. Been feeling a little pent up. All I really wanted to mention, Fuuka, is that you made all this possible. Oh sure, I'm a little pissed. But really, I should thank you. And to show my gratitude, I'm going to put you through every humiliation we've had to suffer up until now!"

Fuuka cleared her throat. "I don't think you can."

"Oh?"

"While you've been talking, I've been gleaning information through my Persona. You have a code you have to follow. I have to agree to join you. You can't physically hurt me, either. And you don't have a complete hold on them, either. I can hear their thoughts behind your own. And their Personas are still there, stifled and struggling, but still there. You don't represent everything about them." Fuuka said firmly.

"True. And with your own Persona you might be able to put them back in the driver's seat. Right? But Fuuka...I know everything she knows. I know all of you. Your pain. Your fears. Your darkest secrets. Do you really think you can beat me?"

"....What are you going to do?" Fuuka asked.