Aryes: Hello everyone, I have worked on this story for a while for my ship~ I love these together and I WILL BE POSTING WEEKLY CHAPTERS TILL IT'S FINISHED! Hope you all will enjoy this~!

WARNING: ACTION, CURSIN, YAOI (MALE X MALE) *not in this chapter exactly but in ones ahead there will be so you are now aware~*

Disclaimer: I don't own Dagan Ronpa (can't spell the first word right, but point is I don't own it)

Enjoy~

Magic Oowada and the White Wolf

Chapter 1: They Meet

"STOP THIEF! I WILL ONLY WARN YOU ONCE!" the man shouted at Oowada, but the thief could care less. He had taken out all the cops that were the first responders with his metal magic. All the ones that came later were newbies, they couldn't even conjure their basic attacks, it was pitiful. Oowada'a eyes fell to the man who dared to raise his voice as he raced through the area, in an instant he gazed at the man with intent and braked in front of the police cars with a deafening screech. Oowada looked at the man who had spoken and he had been about to shout at him that he would kill the man himself, but the words were unable to leave him as he observed the young man.

In truth, Oowada had never seen a police officer that looked as young as he did. The man's stature shorter than most men with jet black hair that was slicked back with a substance that shined like a stadium light under the warmth of the sun. His skin a pale translucent white that attracted his eyes, it was so different from his own tanner skin. The other man though short was standing tall wearing a black outfit that looked similar to a school uniform but had the unmistakable insignia of a police man. The thing that really made Oowada pause were those stunning ruby eyes, their color so strange yet so very alluring, and they were staring right at him.

"Thief Oowada Mondo! Please come quietly and accept your punishment as a man for the dishonorable things you have done!" Oowada had to close his ears to try and block out the excessive vocals the man possessed, his hands almost hurting at the instant verbal lashing he was getting by some newbie cop. Most cops knew his name and feared him for it, bu this man was obviously either very naïve or very brave. Either way, the man had some big balls to shout at him when he obviously knew he had the upper hand, plus no one could beat his magic.

"Oh really? You know my name but aren't frightened? Man, you must be really naive or just really stupid," Oowada pushed but the other man seemed unperturbed by his words and in fact seemed to only twitch an arm. "I am neither of those things! I am a police officer of this town and I have been ordered to bring you to justice! So don't move an inch or I will use my magic on you!" Oowada's shock must have registered as fear or something because the other man got a triumphant smile on his face that the orange haired biker wanted to wipe off his face.

"You think your puny magic tricks can beat mine? I take it back. You are stupid, naïve, and suicidal!" Oowada shouted as he sent a wall of metal underneath the ground towards the cop. The young cop though jumped to the side, dodging the metal rod that pushed upwards from the ground. He gasped at the man's quick reflexes and sent to more pillar strikes but with also no avail. The man looked at him after the 3rd pillar paused from its attack and said, "I mean it Oowada Mondo, I will release my magic and if I have to do that, you are going to get injured and this will end violently. This is your 3rd and final warning! Come peacefully or this will get very critical."

The orange haired male made a sound of annoyance, this man and his vocabulary choices was really pissing him off and what is with the guy's dodging skills? This man wasn't a rookie police officer that's for sure. "Really? Then let's see what you can dish out then!" Oowada felt the ground tremor with the wave of metal he was going to put between him and this idiot cop. There was a yell from the orange haired male as the wall burst through the ground in front of him reaching as tall as church building and stronger than most steel. "Ha," Oowada chirped slightly in triumph as he mounted his bike firmly and revved the engine turning and screeching on the road with a few parting words for the man on the other side, "Sorry shit head, but I got places to be." The man racing down the road, he now felt a new buzz of adrenaline rush through him, he had totally acted like a bad ass.

That was before he heard the extremely loud sound of a resounding ting from where he had been moments earlier and then an explosive sound followed it like the thunder after lightning. Oowada whipped his head around to see a massive billow dust covering where his wall was, then there was a silhouette. The biker hit the brakes and swerved around to face where he had been moments earlier, but several meters away. His eyes never left the dark figure that came out of the dust, but he could see a visible weapon of some sort in the person's hands. The dust cleared and Oowada felt a creepy strange smile appear on his face, there he was. The once blacked haired man had apparently not been kidding about his warning.

"Well, well, well...What do we have here? A trouble maker do we? Maybe a delinquent perhaps? Either way..." the man said with a darker red look to his eyes, wild red flames coming out the sides as the man spoke. The man from earlier was recognizable but only barely so, the black hair turned a snowy white and the outfit that had been black turned white as well. The only thing that had remained the same was the large black boots, the pale skin and the unmistakable red eyes from earlier. Then, the sound of metal sounded as the man threw down a weapon against the ground. Oowada's eyes widened at the weapon or rather the choice of weapon, it was a long pickaxe.

"Well it doesn't matter very much does it? Either way you are going to be so much fun to capture," the white haired male said and in an instant he vanished and Oowada responded quickly with a metal box around himself and then the sound of a clang that shook his walls, a dent that was indeed in the shape of a needle almost piercing through his walls of metal. "Damn," Oowada tched to himself as he got off his bike and let down his walls then materialized a metal bat in his hand at the same time. He found himself luckily to have done so when the metal bat helped him ward off a critical swing of the pickaxe. Both men grunted at the harsh force of the blow, each stepping back for a better foot hold.

"Well, not talking much now are ya?" the white haired male asked with a hectic smile full of adrenaline and the biker guessed he wore a very similar look upon himself as they both swung their weapons at each other again the addicting sound of clashing metal filling the air between them. The red eyes burning with the intense desire to win and Oowada swore that man would not get the last laugh. "You're just not worth my breath shortie,"the other man's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, the bright flames shooting higher probably from rage and damaged pride at his words and the biker smirked at the reaction. It seems the man had a complex about his size, and this made their fight a whole hell of a lot more fun.

"I am not short!" the other man protested dumbly and he threw a harder hit at the biker, but the orange haired male predicted the harsher move and dodged it. This was very new to Oowada to have a man who could actually match him in battle with magic and in strength, and he had to say it was very exhilarating to fight this man. "Well, even if you are short you aren't half a coward as you look," Oowada said and the other man made a huff of pride as he swung again at the man and deflected a hit of Oowada's bat, "You are also surprising, because your aren't just a criminal with no backbone who relies on magic to get away with his crime." Another clang of metal and a spark from their intense hits before both men paused to size each other up once more.

The white hair glimmered and the other man's face full of sweat from their demanding battle, and Oowada breathed heavily himself trying to gather his strength for the next attack. "What's your name?" The other man paused and looked at him with his red eyes and asked, "Why? Are you going to use it for evil purposes?" Oowada's brows furrowed in confusion at the other man's weird words then responded with the best he could, "I just want to know the name of the guy who could actually match me in battle." The other man's flamed eyes still looked flared but they seemed to dull slightly as they turned a deep red and flared less and less. "My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru, I am from the Hope Peak District and was told to bring you to their jail since they have the most charges against you!"

The biker paused, the name Ishimaru was known throughout the districts, the name was infamous throughout the underground, the small man was the one known as the "White Wolf". The question was why was he on a small case like his when he could be hunting bigger fish a group of officers and agents? "Ishimaru huh? Didn't know you were stuffed animal size though," that comment seemed to bring some of the flames higher and hotter as they flared yellow on the man's red eyes. "I AM NOT SMALL!" the man said, each word met with an intense attack at Oowada's sides and the biker swore he almost got cut by one. "Sure you're not? You look pretty tiny to me, the only thing that's big is your balls. You have to have some pretty big cajones to fight me with no backup."

The comment was left in the air and the white hair on Ishimaru's head faded back to black as his face started to turn red. The flames on his eyes all but disappeared as he changed back entirely, well except the clothing that stayed white now. "There is no room to talk about each other's um...private a-areas in battle! Unnecessary things need to stay out of this because I-It will only be a distraction!" Ishimaru shouted as he mounted his pickaxe in a way that was different then what he had been doing previously. Maybe his magic was timed or perhaps topics that cause emotional stress changes his form back to a less lethal one? One thing the thief knew for sure was that the man was acting differently and it looked like his powered up form was either gone or unusable for the moment, it was apparent in his shaky stance.

"It was a compliment," the orange haired male stated simply and then he saw the other man's hair starting to turn a grey colour and a small flame starting again in his eyes. He wondered if he could actually stop this fight before it starts again. Quickly, Oowada turned and went to his motorbike, the other man seeing what he was attempting to do. He got on his bike where the stolen items were and revved the engine to full speed, the screech of the tires bringing their actions to life as it jumped 10 feet away from the officer in an instant. The Oowada looking backwards at the man who's hair still was changing colours, and then it was full blown white as snow and the fiery red eyes were back.

"WAIT!" Ishimaru yelled loudly and Oowada watched as the man followed him as he had planned. The white wolf running almost at even speed with the bike and Oowada made a little smirk on his lips as he rounded the corner and leaned into it, the turn become flawless. Ishimaru also turned or rather tried to as the man slid into the wall of a building harshly, but the blinding fiery eyes of the man were on only watching him. The biker turned his head to drive away with a smile, he had just gotten away with a trick, but he clutched where his heart was and smiled at the fast beating sound. Oowada could say that he never felt more alive as he raced off faster feeling the eyes of a predator on his back and somehow it excited him more!

Aryes: So how was the first chapter guys? Do I have those characters down? I hope so! Also, I AM UPDATING EVERY TUESDAY FROM RIGHT NOW TILL IT'S DONE! SO GET READY TO HAVE PERKED UP TUESDAYS FROM NOW ON! MWHAHAHA!

Also, thanks for reading, see you next week~!

~Aryes