Hello everyone! Its been years since I came to this site to post anything but some shows and series have sparked a few ideas in my head I just had to try make something out of. In this case the 3rd game in the Dangan Ronpa series did just that with the group we know as "the warriors of hope" who in the end all of them to me(minus the little monica demon) could of been saved from their fates. They had no one there for them and clung to the wrong person for support. In this I want show how I think things could of been if they met the right people instead. Who better then the super duper high school ultimates?

WARNING! A few spoilers from the Danganronpa: Ultimate Despair girls is in this so if you don't want to know them yet I'm just letting you know.

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When a child is first born most mothers will usually comment on how beautiful they are. Even if they are born with a disfigurement like cleft lip, an extra arm, or no fingers, they still are given looks of nothing but love from both their parents. This was the case of the father to a young Jataro Kamuri but his mother, Mimi Kamuri on the other hand was the exact opposite. Whenever he saw her face look in his direction it was nothing but disgust and hate toward him. He figured it had something to do with his ugliness even though he had honestly never seen his own face or body before. He might of seen it once when he was really little but since he couldn't remember a time that far back he trusted what she said about him being so hideous in both the face and body. That's why she'd put over sized clothing along with a mask on him. Even when he had to take a bath he was never aloud to do it alone cause he might accidently see himself so she would tell him to close his eyes while she blindfolded him, striped him, then dipped him around roughly in the tub. Apparently because he didn't look like other kids she was ashamed to show him off to people.

Since his dad never objected to anything she ever said to him he assumed it must of been true. His dad's name was Roicu kemuri and he was an accountant. Jataro wasn't sure what that was but it sounded important. He noticed sometimes his mom never said the mean things she did when his dad was around in the same way. When he was in the room and she called him "gremlin" it was in a joking tone while smiling like she was just teasing but when he was out of the room she'd say it in a way that sounded like she meant it. Family really was a weird thing for him but he decided one day that maybe he was just in one of those families that showed love differently. He convinced himself at some point that every time she would say offhandedly that she hated seeing his face every morning she was really just saying how she loved him. People don't let other people they truly don't want around stay with them right? That's at least what he had been trying to convince himself to believe every time he was stuffed into those itchy clothes and the smelly mask.

He did learn however that she was wrong about how he'd never make any friends because of his looks because he knew 3 other kids who were like him a little. Just like him they didn't understand their parents behavior. His mom might of been rough with him from time to time but she never beat him like his friend Masaru's dad did nor let strange men touch his special parts like Kotoko's parents did. On top of that even though he wasn't to smart to begin with and was aware of this to a degree, they also never drugged him to do better in school like Nagisa's parents did.

It helped to try at least to think of the positive sides of being hated since that meant fewer people would bother with teasing you. You didn't have to fake being nice to people who hated you and at the end of the day he liked to think it wasn't just his dad but both of his parents that loved him. Dad might not of said it a lot but he let him do things like walking home on his own. He was doing that today in fact which meant daddy trusted him. The crayon map to home from school helped a bit as well of course but sometimes it distracted him from looking where he was going.

*HONK HONK HONK*

The loud sound of a speeding car horn rang out but even when he looked up he just barely dodged it in time before getting knocked out by a pole he leapt into while trying to dodge. The car nicked him in the hip enough that when he hit the pole it was with more force then if he had just hobbled into it. It instantly knocked him out on the sidewalk. He was out for a few hours when he suddenly felt something touch his face and made him slowly wake up.

At shirakaba hospital

A pale girl with long messy hair, some of it tied in the shape of 2 cones, white streaks and wearing a white school uniform. She had mix-matched pink/ blue tube socks and was staring up at a her destination with a goal in mind. That goal was to share an extra turkey sandwich she accidently packed with a friend here. She brushed her pink and blue bang from her eyes. The girl was known as Ibuki Mioda and she was a former member of a pretty popular school band back at her old school thus giving her the title super duper high school musician.

Ibuki Mioda decided today she would leave school grounds for a bit since it was lunch and hang out with one of her friends who was also not at school right now. No one did say after all that school lunch had to be eaten at school after all. That was at least the logic Ibuki liked to think worked but even if it wasn't completely true she could get a note from her good friend Mikan-chan. It really did pay to be good friends with a nurse that was nice enough to help with skipping class and also if she needed bandages for when some of her less then great musical stunt ideas backfired. The ultimate musician ran around the hospital halls a bit until someone in scrubs asked her exactly what she was doing on the hospital property.

"Oh, I was looking for a nurse here named Ms. Mikan Tsumiki! I've got a family emergency to tell her about!" She exclaimed this while pretending to foam at the mouth to emphasize the horror of the fake situation. The person in scrubs quickly took her to the second floor and pressed a button on a door labeled R-121.

"Nurse Tsumiki, a girl is here to see you for a family emergency. Are you still busy with the latest patient or can you come out?" Asked the scrub wearing staff member.

"Umm, I'm sorry to ask but who in the family did she say was having an emergency?" a timid sounding voice replied. Before the staff person could turn fully to ask this question to Ibuki,the teen decided to answer the question part herself and slammed the speaker button.

"I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT YOUR UNCLE TURKEY! THIS IS LIKE A LIFE AND DEATH SCENERIO!" the musician hollered into the speaker box.

"Oh no! I don't even remember having an uncle named turkey, he's going to hate knowing this. Please come inside fast Ibuki, I'm just about done with the patient anyway." said Mikan in a panicked tone.

The door opened to reveal her friend Mikan standing there in her usual nurse apron she liked to wear just in case. She wore an extra ring of bandages on her right arm and a few around her left leg that stopped just short of her blue skirt. She had her long dark purple hair in a ponytail today and her light gray-ish purple eyes that were filled with the same worried expression they almost always had.

Once she was inside the clean smelling hospital room, Ibuki decided to flop down on the side of the bed she though was empty to relax before opening up her backpack for her bag lunch. Mikan was pretty use to her friends odd behavior but was confused as to why she was suddenly calmer then how she sounded over the speaker box and was pulling something out of backpack.

"Okay Mikan, what was the emergency with my uncle turkey?" she asked the girl on the floor.

"Oh Ibuki doesn't know if you have an uncle named turkey but I brought an extra turkey sandwich for you. Lunch can count as medical emergency if you faint from not eating during lunch time right?" the musician said with a grin.

It was wrong of her to use the emergency speaker as a toy but Mikan wasn't really the type to lecture people much. That and this is was the 5th time this month Ibuki pulled a joke like this. Ever since meeting Ibuki as well as the other teens at Hope's peak academy she had overcome her shyness at least a little bit but she was still a little bit overly anxious about things from time to time. Right now she didn't want her friend to mess with her latest patient's rest or she might get in trouble.

"I appreciate your offer Mikan but I'd like if you could please not roll to much on that bed. The patient isn't in a critical condition but the side of his head is going to hurt a bit when he wakes up so you shaking the bed won't really help matters." The shy nurse explained this while trying to motion her friend off the bed.

Standing quickly, Ibuki turned around to see there was indeed a small kid on the bed she was laying on. Likely in 3rd grade by how old he looked with what appeared to be light brown hair from what bits of it that was sticking out from his bandaged head. He was wearing what looked like an over sized long red sleeved school shirt with regular sized school boy shorts. What caught her attention though was something brown and folded laying next to the kid's bed on a small desk beside him. She picked it up and couldn't really tell if it was meant to be a Halloween mask or a funny hat. It looked like different pieces of brown leather done into a flimsy little mask with large holes for the eyes and mouth but not the nose. A random breathing tube was also attached to it for some reason.

"What's this thing from and who made it?" She wondered out loud to herself.

"I'm not sure who made it but the little boy was wearing it when he came in. He had been hit by a car earlier today and hit his head but luckily he only got a bad bump to the side of the head. I had to clean his injury and that mask was filthy so I cleaned that to." Mikan explained.

The mask much like the kid's clothing was also a bit oversized and it made her curious how it would look on her. Since it had been cleaned and she was curious still she put the mask on but her coned hair kind of stretched it up on her face a bit. Before her friend could ask her to not play with the patient's property they both heard a small sort of nasal chuckle from the bed. The boy was apparently starting to dream something. She felt bad for the kid being copped up in this hospital and with the way he was sweating she was curious if it was from his clothing or from a fever. Forgetting that she had just put the mask on, Ibuki put her hand to his forehead to check and the second she put her hand to his forehead he slowly opened his eyes.

Grey eyes looked into red ones for a full minute before he finally decided to react

"AAAHHHH! Someone is wearing my face!" He screamed while flailing his sleeved arms.

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So I'm going to end this here but continue with the second chapter after I think on it for a bit more. Unlike my past stories on this site I actually hope to finish this. I decided to start with Jataro because out of all the warriors of hope I can relate to him minus the gory hobbies he has in the game. I know this feels like things are moving a bit quick but I'll try to pace better in the other chapters.