Persona x Reader!

Akechi x Reader Part 2

You guys requested a part 2 so here we go! (T/N: F/N- Father's name, P/N: Persona, A/T: attack name) (SPOILERS AHEAD)

Y/N's POV

-After Okumura's Palace-

Things weren't looking great for the Phantom Thieves after we stole Okumura's heart. We made sure we did everything right. We didn't kill his Shadow so he shouldn't die in the real world, only to be left with confessing his crimes. Sadly to say, it didn't turn out like that.

Okumura died, leaving us to be shunned and hated by the people who once believed in us. The one thing I can account for is that the Phantom Thieves didn't kill Okumura.

"Y/N? Are you okay? You've been really quiet lately." Akechi says as we walk home from school.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Just tired." I reply.

"Is that so? Is there anything I can do to help? Are you working too much?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just stuff...don't worry about it Akechi."

"...If you say so Y/N...speaking of which have you visited your father recently?"

"No, I haven't visited him at all since he got into jail...if I visit him now he'll probably get mad at me for not visiting all these years."

"You should visit him. If you want I'll go with you. If more than anything he'll be happy to see you, I'm sure of it."

"You think so? But when's a good time to visit?"

"How about we go now? We're getting on the train anyways so we can make a stop at the jail. How about it?" Akechi asks.

"I guess...let's do it. Thank you for coming with me Akechi. It means a lot." I say with a smile.

"Of course Y/N."

-Jail House-

"You're here for F/N L/N? No one's come to visit him in years. You must be his daughter right?" the check-in officer says.

I nod, "Y-yep, that's me..."

"He talks a lot about you to the other inmates. He'll be surprised I know that for sure. Go on ahead. It'll be the last booth on the right."

Akechi and I walk through the doors and head to the last booth on the right.

I sit down in the chair while Akechi stands behind me and my dad comes and sits down in the chair, picking up the phone.

I pick up the phone, my voice trembling as I speak, "H-hi, Dad."

His eyes widen as he puts a hand to the pane window that separates us, "Y-Y/N, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"You've grown up. Has it been that long?"

"8 years is a long time."

"8 years have passed since then...damn. Where's your mom been?"