AN: This is my first fic, plz be gentle :)
"Ambition, Hope, Despair, these are all words we hear when describing a fancy school project, not words that should apply to our day-to-day lives, but here I am, doing exactly that. I should introduce myself, my name is Mitsuo Minami. I'm not what you would call average, but I'm not totally special either, I'm just, me, they call me the Ultimate Journalist, but I really just go around documenting and filming stuff for my weekly blog. That's me, anyway, back to the topic at hand, me and... I don't know how many, are trapped, I don't know exactly where but... this feeling is an overwhelming one, full of despair and dread... Get us out, please... GET. US. OUT. " Hopefully, someone will see what I just recorded when we get out of here. I should go and say hi to the others, if they're welcoming and willing enough, now, where are they?
If I wander a bit, hopefully I'll run into some- "BAH!" I suddenly jumped and turned around, I saw a girl; she had green hair, wearing a shirt and tie. "Hey! Thank god, a person, I was starting to lose hope!" She seems way too happy in this situation. "Are you just gonna stand there, staring at me?" Okay, they're getting impatient. "H-Hey." Great start, Mitsuo. Great start. "Hah! You totally didn't expect me! My name is Hisoka Saito, Ultimate Prankster!" ...Another Ultimate? This is a joke, right? "I'm Mitsuo Minami, Ultimate Journalist..." Yeah, that was a lame introduction. "Oh! I knew that already! I was watching you make that video of yours! I just thought I'd surprise you! I guess that counts as my first official prank!"...She should be more careful. "Come on! Lighten up!" Lighten up? Yeah...sure. "Let's go! The others are already gathered!" Alright. I'll play along. "Sure, take me to the others, then."
So, I guess I'm following Hisoka now. Why am I doing this? I don't even know myself, "Hey! Keep up! We're almost there!" Right, almost there... We managed to get to a futuristic looking place. I assumed we were in some sort of inner city building, but it doesn't look that way. I walked inside where Hisoka led me, and... There we were, 1, 2, 3...14 others, not including me and her. "16. There are 16 of us." "Okay!" Hisoka piped up, "This is Mitsuo! He's a bit shy so be cautious!" I can introduce myself... "Mitsuo, huh?" A short, well dressed blonde male spoke to me. "...Stay away from me, Mitsuo. You hear that? My name is Hide Mori, Ultimate Businessman, but forget I told you that." ...Okay. He was kinda weird. I felt a light hand touch my shoulder. "Hiyaaaaaa!" Great, more happy people. "Hisoka says you're shy! So I'm taking the chance to say hey! I'm Megumi Nakano! Ultimate Vocaloid Producer!" Her happiness is making even me cheer up. "Mitsuo Minami, Ultimate Journalist." I smiled at her and she smiled back, odd. I approached a, male with long white hair. "Hey there." Starting with a simple greeting works, right?
"Hello?" The white haired guy won't answer me. "...Patience. It matters." Oh, he spoke. "Note: Mitsuo is impatient." Yeah, okay, say that in front of me. "Oh, sorry. Daishiro Hisakawa. Ultimate Psychologist. Don't be too intimidated." ...That explains the note he made, huh. "You're taking too long!" Huh? Hisoka isn't happy. "I'll tell you who everyone else is! Her with the eye patch, that's Asuka Kuroyuri, she's the Ultimate Florist, and pretty weird." "Asuka heard that!" "...Told you. The dude dressed in all black, he's Seiichi Ito, Ultimate Undertaker. He's pretty chill." "Pleasure to meet you, Mitsuo. I have no doubt we'll get to know each other soon.." Chill? More like, creepy. "Okay, Pink haired chick, that's Yuna Anno, Ultimate Rapper. I don't know her all that well." She actually seems pretty cool. "...I'm more than just pink hair, Hisoka!" Huh. Maybe there's more to that. "...Hm. Anyway, That person.." "ATTENTION! ATTENTION! I'D LIKE TO ANNOUNCE MY PRESENCE TO THE WORLD! MY NAME IS GOROU KIRA! AND I, AM THE ULTIMATE DETECTIVE! I PROMISE YOU ALL, I WILL FIGURE OUT WHERE WE ARE! AND JUST WHO IMPRISONED US!"...Well, this just got interesting.
