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Come Out Alive

Prologue: Unexpected

A/N:

Yokatta: thank God

Ahoge: "stupid hair," antenna, the strand of hair that sticks up.

anata: dear, darling

Summary: "Come out alive." That was all they had to do. Survive, and their wish will come true. Time Travel!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DANGAN RONPA NOR KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN IN ANY SUCH MANNER OR WAY

"Well, there's no point in just standing here," Kirigiri said as the six of them stood in front of bolted door.

Fukawa sneezed. "H-huh? Ore?" She rapidly started looking side to side frantically. "What happened to the classroom trial and the mastermind?!" She asked the others.

"It's all over," Naegi said, smiling.

"S-So we can finally leave?!" Fukawa exclaimed happily.

"Yeah!" Asahina nodded, cheerfully, before looking away kinda awkwardly. "I'm kinda worried about what's gonna happen to us outside though..."

"But, still, how should I put it..." Naegi continued. "The world is vast, unlike this academy. And because it's so vast... Well, I'm sure there's despair out there too, of course, but there should be plenty of hope to go around."

Togami scoffed. "Only you could be so optimistic." He smirked. "I guess that's your one saving grace, though, now isn't it?"

"Looking for hope," Kirigiri said, almost wistfully, as she looked up to the bolted vault door. "Finding hope." She closed her eyes. "That is what hope truly is, is it not?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Asahina agreed. "The first thing I'm gonna do is hit up a donuts shop! I'll think about my life after that."

"What if there aren't any donut shops anymore?" Yasuhiro asked, incredulously to the tanned girl.

"We'll make donuts then!" Asahina said, confidently. "Using some flour I mean. And if there's no flour, we'll grow some wheat!"

Yasuhiro smiled. It's nice... this positivity... It's really, really nice!

"Let's go... Naegi-kun," Kirigiri said. Naegi turned to look at the pinkette. "With someone like you by our side, I look forward to what we can accomplish from here on.

"Kirigiri-san..." Naegi looked at her in surprise, before smiling and turning to face the door. "Alright. I'm going to open it."

"I don't exactly feel any regret," Kirigiri continued, "but it does feel a bit strange."

"I don't know if I should say this," Naegi responded, and the others turned their heads to look at him, "but I guess we're graduating now, huh... Hope will spread, just as long as we don't give up! Hope is what helps us push forward." Naegi held the over-ride button up.

"Hope is what gives us courage." He pressed down on the button.

"Hope is what makes us move." Red lights began to blare, and the fastenings on the edges of the vault door drew back.

"It makes the world go 'round." The doors began to move apart.

"The doors open... by my hand- no, by our hands. The doors to a future where hope and despair coexists."

And so they went... into the light.

"Tsu-kun?"

Naegi groaned, softly.

"Tsu-kun? C-an you hear me?"

There was silence before Naegi let out another groan. Slowly, Naegi opened his eyes, before immediately closing them again. White. It's too bright, too bright, he thought. With a struggle, he tried opening his eyes, blinking rapidly to get used to the new light.

They went through the door of light.

"Tsu-kun?" asked quiet voice when Naegi's eyes finally flew wide open. Above him was a middle-aged woman with short brown hair and brown eyes staring down at him worriedly.

"W-wh-" My throat... it's so dry... "W-wat-r," He rasped out to the women. "W-"

The woman needed no further prodding. She immediately went to a sink and filled up a plastic cup while Naegi pushed himself off the bed to a sitting position.

"Here!" She said frantically handing him the cup which he finished in one gulp.

"Th-thanks..." Naegi sighed in relief, wincing a bit as he slowly stretched his back. His entire body was aching, but he had more important things to worry about, such as where the heck he was. He looked around. It was a fairly empty room, perhaps a bit smaller than his old dorm room, and the familiar sterile, white environment couldn't be mistaken as anything other than a hospital. The bed he was on was packed off to the corner of the room with an IV drip and machines lying to the right side of the bed. The bed itself was in the corner between the walls opposite and adjacent to the room's only door. Near to the door was a sink with a mirror on top of said sink. A cupboard and a small white cabinet laid to the left and right, respectively, of the sink. But the most prominent landmark in Naegi's eyes was what was on the wall opposite the sink.

His eyes widened.

It was a window, an open window!

He jumped off the bed, wincing slightly as his feet made contact with the icy floor. Ignoring the other woman's cries of protest he rushed to the window and pushed the glass up and pushed nearly have his body out the window. Opening his mouth wide open, he took in a large breath of air, a large breath of fresh, real air for the first time in- well- weeks!

...Weeks can be very, very long periods of time, okay?

Naegi soaked up the scenery in front of him. The sky was a brighter shade of blue than he remembered, and the trees seemed more vivid. Rows upon rows of houses could be seen a few miles away, and several tall buildings lay closer to the hospital to the right of the houses. A few mountains stood afar from what he asumed was some sort of urban town. Well, wherever I am, I'm definitely not in Tokyo anymore. Naehi suddenly had the most ridiculous desire to rush out of the hospital, down those streets and passed those houses and run up to the very top of those mountains.

"T-Tsu-kun!" The woman was back, pulling his shoulder gently. "P-please don't go any further! You might fall!" She pulled harder. Reluctant, but knowing she was right, he pushed away from the window sill, stumbling back. The woman sighed in relief. "Yokatta... now, let's get you back to bed, so I can get the doctor!"

"W-what happened to me? Where am I?" Naegi asked the woman.

"You're at the hospital. Tsu-kun was hit by a car," whimpered the woman. "You were stuck in a coma for the past week. Do you know how worried I was for you, Tsu-kun? I thought you would never wake up! I thought you would never come back to me!" The brunette proceeded to fall to her knees and bury her face in her hands.

A car? Naegi frowned. He didn't remember being hit by anything... I suppose I could have been hit when we left the school... and amnesia isn't all that far fetched... But that still doesn't explain why I'm not in Tokyo.

"Who are you and where are we?" Naegi asked the woman. "And why do you keep calling me 'Tsu-kun?'"

"...what?" She gasped, staring at him with tear-stained face, making him feel oddly guilty. "You... you don't know... me?"

"Er... no?" Naegi said. "Should I?"

The woman got up and walked up to him.

"I-it's me Tsu-kun, its mama, your mother! Don't you know me?"

"Mama?" Naegi asked incredulously. "You aren't my mother!"

"W-what?!" The woman cupped his face in her hands. They felt warm and were sticky with sweat. "Of course I am! Tsu-kun, you're my Tsu-kun! I'm your mother, and we both live together in Namimori!" She smiled at him. "Does Tsu-kun miss Papa? It's not nice to say lies even if you're angry and upset, alright Tsu-kun? Your papa isn't here right now- he's working overseas like usual- but I can call him if you like."

"Uh, sorry, I think I'll pass..." Naegi told her, slowly moving away from the clearly insane woman. He did not want to see or talk to this "papa," "And seriously, I'm not your son-"

"Yes, you are! You are my son!" The woman insisted. "You were hit by a car when you were helping me with the groceries! It was a hit-and-run!"

No... no, he hadn't been hit by a car. His name wasn't "Tsu-kun," he didn't live in a town called Namimori, this woman wasn't his mother and his father definitely didn't work overseas!

"Th-this isn't right..." Naegi whispered, shakily walking away from the woman. "Y-you're lying..."

"Tsu-kun-" She began.

"Shut up!" Naegi shouted. "You're not my mom and my name's not 'Tsu-kun!' Get away! Stay away from me!"

"N-no, Tsu-kun, stop acting like this! I'm your mother! Now is not the time to be playing pranks on me!" She demanded, though her voice was noticably shaky.

Naegi glared at her. "No, you stop lying to me! You aren't my mother!" He tried running passed her, but she grabbed a hold of both his shoulders, trying her best to get him back to the bed. "Let go! I don't want to hurt you!" He snapped, prying her fingers off with little difficulty.

"H-hurt-!" The woman hissed before screaming. "HELP! DOCTOR, NURSE HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE, MY SON-!"

The door banged open and five people- nurses or doctors Naegi didn't know- came running into the room. The two men grabbed either side of Naegi and oulled him to the bed. The men held his legs down while the two women held either arm as Naegi thrashed around on the bed, struggling to get up.

Where are my friends? Naegi's eyes widened, and he began struggling even more against the people. He had to find them. He couldn't bear losing any more loved ones, he didn't want to be alone!

"Now, now, everything's going to be okay..." Fifth and last person said, holding a needle in her hand. It was a woman with long, soft blue hair... "It won't hurt a bit... soon you won't be feel any pain..." She leaned forward.

"NO! LET GO! LET GO OF ME!" Naegi shouted, as the needle came closer and closer to his arm. "NO!" The needle pressed against his skin and he watched in horror as the contents in the tube emptied out. "N-NO!" I can't fall asleep now! I don't even know what that substance is! What if it's poison- NO! I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!

"It's done!" The woman said straightening with a smile on her face. The others let go of Naegi, some shaking their heads before turning towards Nana to get the full story from her. They obviously did not see Naegi as a threat anymore, something he knew was true as he felt whatever he had been given quickly seep all over his body and drag him back down to a dreamless sleep.

When Naegi woke up again the next morning, he found himself alone in the room. He glanced over to his right where he found a small digital clock reading 7:00 A.M.

"Heh, some habits are hard to break," Naegi said to himself as he stretched his limbs a bit. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up yawning. No one is here, the door's closed and there doesn't look like any cameras are in this room, he thought. He quietly made his way to the door and lifted the curtain obstructing the door window. He glanced side to side, but didn't see anyone there. He tried the door knob and wasn't surprised when he found it locked.

And the window's out, too, he thought, staring back down the window where a brown courtyard laid several stories below. When he leaned further out the window, he saw that courtyard was in front of what seemed to be the main entrance of the hospital.

Okay, so I'm on the sixth floor. It would be quicker if I took the stairs down, but it would probably be easier for me to find an elevator... I could try breaking the door down, but even if I succeed, that'll alert the others... Maybe I should hide behind the door and then slip out when someone comes into this room!

An idea then hit him, and he looked down at himself and was embarrassed to see himself wearing the standard patient uniform. Okay, number one priority: Find something decent to wear. He looked around trying to find the most likely place they had put his clothes.

He made his way over to the cabinet and opened it to find blue jeans and boxers, a white undershirt and shirt with orange short sleeves and an orange hoodie neatly piled in the bottom shelf. While they were definitely not the clothes he had spent the last few weeks wearing, it was better than nothing. When he took the pile out, he found a pair of orange shoes with orange and white socks stuffed in them. What is up with all the orange? Naegi thought, but took the shoes out anyways.

As he got up, he happened to glance at the mirror when he suddenly froze, the clothes in his hands falling to his cold feet. "Wha-!?" He stared at the mirror in shock. W-What?! T-that isn't my face... he thought, shaking, as he placed one hand on the mirror's surface and another on his cheek to make sure what he saw was really him. W-what the heck is going on here?!

His once gray, sharp eyes were now wide and a soft brown color. His hair, which used to be a more dull color and down, was now a solid brown color and seemed to stick out all over the place. His ahoge was also missing from the top of his head. Granted, these differences were not very significant (his body seemed to be around the same) but they were certainly noticeable to Naegi. Heck, even my skin is a few tones darker than usual! Naegi noticed. And my wrists weren't that scrawny before!

Numbly, Naegi replaced the clothing and shoes back into the cabinet, closed it and walked back to his bed where he laid with the sheets pulled up to his. He couldn't go back to sleep, though, so he just stared at the ceiling, rapidly rethinking a new plan of action.

"Hello, Tsuna, my name is Dr. Nikata," a kind-looking gray-haired man told Naegi. "I heard you had quite the reaction when you woke up yesterday."

"..." Naegi stayed quiet but he noted how the man referred to him as "Tsuna."

"Now, from what you're mother have told me, it seems that you have forgotten some very important things. This is completely normal as you were hit in the head by that car. It is a miracle you even survived... but we're getting off track. Is there anything that you do remember about your

"...Well... I'm no one special..." Naegi told him, deciding to tell the doctor something, even if it was BS. "I remember not sticking out..."

"Ah," Dr. Nikata jotted something down. "So you remember feelings. Do you remember anything else? Something more solid."

Naegi pretended to think. "...No, just feelings, warm feelings, scared feelings. I remember panic."

Some more jots. "I see. Now, I'm going to say some words. I need you to tell me your reaction to each one of them."

Naegi hesitated before nodding.

"Alright- Namimori."

Blank. "Familiar," Naegi lied.

"Good, now, school."

Horrible. "Painful," Naegi shuddered.

Dr. Nikata nodded some more, looking pleased. "Good, very good."

I guess this Tsuna didn't have such I good school experience...

"Hospital."

Blood and deceit. "Rubbing alcohol."

"Orange."

Unexpected events. "Favorite color?"

After an hour or so had passed by, Dr. Nikata finally stopped quizzing him on many words that didn't make much sense to Naegi. The most perplexing word had been "Hibari." When Naegi had answered nothing, the old doctor looked as though he would have a heart attack.

"Well, Tsuna, it looks like we're all out of time," the doctor told him, looking as though he genuinely was upset that their time together had to end. Surprisingly, Naegi also felt a little disappointed. Dr. Nikata was the first person out of the academy he had had a proper conversation with. There was so many questions Naegi wanted to ask the man, such as about Tragedy, but didn't. He had just found out that he was apparently in someone else's body, after all.

Quickly deciding on the best course of action, Naegi turned to look at his concerned "mother." "Y-M-mom," Naegi choked with a sickening feeling in his stomach "I-how did I get hit by a car? Where, when? What date is it today? How long before I-we leave?"

Naegi didn't like this, he didn't like it at all- pretending to be this woman's son. But what else was he to do? He definitely looked like her son, and even they believed him they might accuse him of having done something to her real son! Naegi had just managed to escape Hope's Peak academy. There was no way he was going to jail on false charges of identity theft!

Granted, they probably won't go so far, but Naegi wasn't going to take any chances. He needed these strangers' help, but he was only going to get it if he continued pretended to be their loved one with amnesia.

"I spoke to the doctor, Tsu-kun," the woman- Nana- said, nervously. "He said that you're memories must have been scrambled from the accident so you won't be able to... remember some things..." She hesitated. "Don't worry, anata. I-It's normal. You'll get back your memories before you know it..."

Naegi nodded, though he highly doubted he would gain memories he never had to begin with.

The survivors:

Makoto Naegi - Tsuna, Sky Guardian (hope engulfs all)

Kyouko Kirigiri - Kyoko, Cloud Guardian (the elusive detective)

Byakuya Togami - Gokudera, Rain Guardian (affluent rain washing away all adversary)

Toko Fukawa - Haru, Storm Guardian (fiercely murders all in their path)

Aoi Asahina - Hana, Sun Guardian (illuminating swimmer Pro)

Yasuhiro Hagakure - ? Lightening Guardian (the future which strikes down hard)

The dead (will not have memories of the game initially as they "lost" and died):

Mukuro Ikusaba - Mukuro Rukodo \ \ \ \ Both are

Junko Eroshima - Chrome Dukuro / / / / Mist Guardians (soldier which cannot be captured, the evasive despair that captures all)