A.N. Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction I've ever officially posted, even though I've written a bunch. This is a Byakuya Togami x OC that will follow the anime for Dangan Ronpa as I haven't played the game. I really want to though! Ayano- My design, my color Tsukino- Of the moon
A.N. 2 MAJOR REDO! I'm revamping this and changing some of the plot lines.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dangan Ronpa or anything to do with it...but I want a Monokuma plushie…
"We won't lose!" Naegi declared as we all stood around him. "As long as we have hope, we can't lose!"
"Lame." Junko Enoshima, A.K.A. The Mastermind, muttered. "That was so lame. That look on your faces, the words you're flinging around, your exchanges…" She jerked back, a look of disgust on her face. "They're all lame!" she yelled. "Lame! That crap isn't popular!"
"Actually," I interrupted before Naegi could say anything. "It isn't lame. Hope can save lives."
Junko sneered. "It couldn't save the lives of your friends!"
"Friend." I corrected.
Everyone gasped and turned to me, confusion and hope written across their faces. Byakuya leaned in and whispered. "Are you sure that it's time to show our hand?"
I smiled gently at him. "It's time." I took a deep breath and stepped forward, thrilled that all our hard work and struggle was finally paying off.
"Mukuro Ikusaba is dead." I said. "But everyone else...well…" I walked over to the wall behind where I normally stood in the classroom trials, the eyes of everyone in the room staring at my back. I pulled the familiar heart-shaped key out of the back of my digital notebook and pushed into a small heart-shaped indention so thin that you'd miss it if you weren't looking. A door opened and I looked into the dark tunnels that had become my hope over the last few weeks. "It's time to come out guys, we need some support!"
Slowly, in the order that they had been killed, all of our friends came out of the tunnels. First Maizono, who waved happily to Naegi, then Leon, who waved sheepishly. Chihiro ran out laughing, Alter Ego in his hands, followed by Ohwada and Ishimaru, their arms wrapped around each other, huge grins on their faces. Yamada hobbled out, straightening his glasses and looking around nervously. Celestia glided out, hands under her chin in a signature smirk, while Sakura walked out solemnly, only to be embraced by a crying Asahina. Tears ran down nearly everyone's faces as they reunited, apologized, and laughed.
"How."
I looked up at Junko, her face lowered in rage. "Hmm?" I asked sweetly.
"HOW DID YOU BRING THEM BACK TO LIFE! THEY WERE DEAD!" she screamed.
"An artist's job is to turn 'What if' into reality," I said simply, the energy of the moment coursing through me, revitalizing me.
Byakuya wrapped his arms around me, pride and triumph blazing in his eyes. "You have been defeated, Junko Enoshima."
"HOW?!" she screeched, her face contorted and ugly.
Looking back at her, and everyone in the room, I smiled. "They were never dead." Forestalling their questions, I held up a hand. "This will take some time to explain. But…" I glanced back at a fuming Junko. "It seems we have plenty of time." I took a deep breath. "It all started when I was 'accepted' into this school a few weeks ago…"