I know I have no right to post this. I'm sorry. Just like -spoiler-. Please don't hate me.

This is a Danganronpa crossover with Pokemon, and the main human characters are going to named after DR characters. Other supporting characters will probably be some other random OCs I came up with.

Other genres I couldn't fit in: Action, Adventure, Psychological Horror (?), Murder Mystery, Romance

Enjoy! (And don't kill me if I don't update.)

With the rain pattering loudly on the roof, Patchouli worked.

It was a Wednesday night, raining, and she worked. The professor had much research to conduct, especially after that worrying email Emi had sent.

She worked.

She heard a barely audible crack from behind her, and she continued working. She did not find the sound interesting enough to divert her attention to it.

And then she heard, "Patchouli… -san. I require your assistance, if you are willing to give it to me."

Oh. A detective, she thought. She ceased working after a minute, but Patchouli did not turn around. "Good evening, detective… -san."

She hated detectives, actually. They were such a pain sometimes. But this one sounded at least polite, so maybe this one was different.

"What is it you need from me?" she asked simply, bending down to retrieve a fallen paper from the floor.

"A Pokemon."

This did not surprise her. Most detectives that visited usually did not come back for more than six times. The first visit was always, always, always for a Pokemon.

"Of course. I shall have one right awa-"

"Something different, I should request."

How rude. Perhaps she had thought wrong after all. You were not supposed to interrupt someone when they are speaking. Patchouli returned the paper back to its proper file before finally giving the detective the privilege of seeing her face.

Patchouli expected a human, yes. But the blank, almost emotionless expression that met her surprised her a bit. True, most detectives were not supposed to show much emotion in their cases. But this one looked almost… dead. Empty. A body without a soul.

"If you require my name, it is Kirigiri Kyouko," the detective said simply. Patchouli noticed the way her long, pinkish-purplish hair fell down effortlessly. "I apologize for interrupting you, Patchouli-san. But it is important I must have something that is… different."

"Different," she repeated dully, noting the high-quality black double jacket Kyouko had on. "You need something different."

"Yes. I believe that is what I said."

And she had a black skirt that reached her knees for once, and not one of those silly miniskirts that barely covered anything up. Modest. "Unfortunately, I do not have what you may call different. Pokemon by species and personality and strengths and weaknesses – those are different. But what is your definition of different, Kirigiri-san?"

"That is where I shall put my trust in you, Patchouli-san. I will wait for as long as it takes, so long as you procure me a Pokemon you think will be different." Kyouko shifted the slightest bit, and Patchouli glared heatedly at the leather combat boots the detective wore. "I am sorry, does my use of leather offend you? It was a workmate's suggestion."

"Wear it for as long as you want," the professor replied coolly. "But in any case, I do not think you will be able to put your 'trust' in me, Kirigiri-san. Because my name is Wakahisa Patchouli and trust is not something you have much right to put in me."

So when Kyouko woke up with barely a hint of where she was, she knew Wakahisa Patchouli had dealt with her.

She, however, knew that she would be getting a Pokemon soon, whether different or not; the other detectives had never come back when they had gone to the Johto region, so she supposed they were off somewhere else with their Pokemon right now.

She sat up. Looking around, she identified the normal décor that littered an average teenager's room; a closet, a study desk with a table lamp and a PC on it, a trash can somewhere near the side, a bed (the one she was sitting on right now), and a connected bathroom. There were no windows, as far as she could tell.

Kyouko noticed she was still dressed in her normal, uptight clothes she wore for business. No matter.

Getting up, she heard a faint ruckus coming from outside, and she stared at the staircase that led down to the noise.

She hesitated.

Kirigiri Kyouko did not usually hesitate.

She decided to investigate the surroundings of the room first, before heading downwards. She flicked on the PC, and blinked when she saw it was already turned on. Okay. Fine. She was alright with that. Less waiting to do.

There was an icon next to the mail window, and she clicked on it with obvious difficulty. The detectives had much better technology than this, and she was not used to having to move a mouse.

You want something different? I'll give you something different, Kirigiri Kyouko. Why don't you meet me at the Lab? Maybe I'll see then if you have a good eye for the different.

There was no e-mail address from the sender, only the name Kirigiri Kyouko on the recipient tab. The detective recognized the unspoken coldness, however, and she knew that it had been Wakahisa Patchouli herself who had sent this.

Standing up, the detective once again surveyed the whole room. She couldn't find a single window. This worried her, somewhat.

The noise downstairs had grown louder, and if Kyouko strained her ears, she could hear the faint sound of breaking glass.

She did not get her hopes up, but vaguely wondered if the glass had come from a window. Of course, it could have been from a mirror or a mug as well.

She went downstairs.

When she reached the last step, she saw that the stairway had led to a hallway, now. The floorboards were wooden, the walls slightly damp, for whatever reason.

She looked around the hallway. No windows, but she spotted a broken mirror near the end. So that was where the noise had come from. Kyouko wondered how it had gotten broken if she couldn't see anyone in the near vicinity, though.

She walked down the hallway, heading for the opposite direction from the mirror. She passed a couple more doors on the way, but when she looked in, she couldn't find anything interesting or different from the room she had woken up in. The only difference was that there wasn't any mail in the PC in the other rooms.

No windows either. Peculiar.

The hallway seemed almost endless. It could have been ten minutes or an hour that the detective had spent walking and she wouldn't have been able to tell. Rooms and rooms and rooms and rooms and rooms, yet there wasn't any difference in them, besides the absence of mail.

And not a single window. This was starting to confuse Kyouko somewhat; was this place a deserted hotel, or something?

Finally, she reached the end. Or what looked like the end.

A single other door lay at the other end of the hallway, except this one was steel, not wooden. And there was a desk just in front of it, with a potted flower on the desk. It didn't look very suspicious, but its placement was.

Kyouko pushed the table aside and tried the door. It wouldn't open whether she pushed or pulled. As expected.

Was this a test by Patchouli, to see if she was worthy of a 'different' Pokemon? Likely, but she simply couldn't see the professor go through all this trouble for a single detective. Perhaps it was someone else's idea of a horribly sick prank. Whatever it was, Kyouko was thirsty for fresh air, and she was ready to start getting resources to pick the door open.

Except the door didn't have a doorknob. Scratch that, it didn't even look remotely like a door now, when Kyouko looked at it from afar. It looked more like a slightly out-of-place block of steel in the middle of her way.

Kyouko knocked on it. It sounded hollow.

It definitely wasn't a door. It was just an obstacle. Someone had set it here, she was sure of it. What their ulterior motive was, however, she didn't know.

So how was Kirigiri Kyouko going to get through this steel wall?

She wondered.

Moments later, the detective returned with a huge dumbbell in hand. She had found it in one of the room's closet; apparently, the contents of the closet varied from room to room, another difference among all the rooms. She would go back and see what her room's closet contained, but she hadn't paid any attention to how far she had walked, so she couldn't return to the stairway.

She banged the dumbbell against the steel wall. It didn't even move. As expected.

She placed the dumbbell on the desk, then noticed a drawer underneath the table. Pulling it open, she saw a crumpled looking note.

Sorry about this, whoever you are. But with all the weird stuff popping up everywhere in the Johto region, this trial was appropriate. If you happen to be a nice person, please forgive me.

Again, there was no sender. How annoying, and at the same time, expected.

Underneath the note was a ten-inch survival knife. Kyouko hated fingering weapons that might have already killed someone, but she had long since numbed the fear.

Being a detective did that to you.

The hilt was black and the blade was silver, with tinges of red. Dried blood.

Kyouko found herself looking at a dead body before she knew it.

It was in one of the closets of the room a few ways away from the steel wall.

Obviously, it had been quite dead for some time, judging by the horrid stench coming from it. However, while it was rotting in some places, it didn't seem to have been overcome by any of the insects that apparently bred in this place. So she assumed the victim had been dead for a few days, maybe a week at most.

She gazed down at the survival knife in her hands. What a dangerous weapon.

She saw the stab wound at the heart, of course. It was horribly evident, with dried blood splattered all over it.

Kyouko kept the knife, all the same.

Once again, she was standing in front of the steel wall, staring up at it with an expression of mixed disdain and desperation.

She had figured it out, once she saw at least three other dead bodies after the first one. Newcomers to the Johto region were put through this trial to see whether or not they are clever or lucky enough to live. Because, according to the note, there had been many strange happenings as of late.

Kyouko knew that already, of course. That was the whole reason she was here.

Some had grown so desperate to escape this place, after possibly being trapped in this hallway for so long. They used the survival knife to kill themselves, or maybe the dumbbell (she investigated the bodies and found several dents on one skull of a corpse; on a closer look at her previous weapon, she found dried droplets of blood on it as well), and someone, the one who was managing this place probably, had dumped their bodies in the room they had woken up in.

Maybe. This was all speculation, after all.

However, if that would be the case, who had been the one to cause the noise she had heard before, upstairs? Plus, there was that broken mirror, and the walls that had been damp only in that area of the hallway…

Kyouko's eyes widened. Breaking into a run, she dashed back as fast as she could back the way she had come, and stopped short when she caught a glimpse of the stairway.

The mirror looked the same. When she felt the walls, they were now just cold, not wet. And there were shards of glass all over the floor…

She burst into the nearest door she could find, and opened the closet in that room.

The detective was assaulted with the stench of death and the bright red blood, dripping from all four sides of the closet, and the dead body, with a shard of glass clutched in its hand –

Kirigiri Kyouko was not thinking of suicide, but she found herself staring at the survival knife, the dumbbell, and the shard of glass, now knowing the three things she were sure had been used to kill before. It was unnerving.

She still had not found a way through the steel wall. When she checked the back of the note, all it had said was:

Sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to have to do this, but it was necessary. I'm so, so, sorry.

The apology seemed heartfelt, like the writer had poured his soul into writing his 'sorry's. There were tearstains on the paper, too, although they were very faint against the creases.

Kyouko observed the flower on the desk thoroughly. However, it did not seem to have any ultimate use besides providing oxygen. The soil had looked dark, too, so she supposed it had been watered not too long ago –

And then she knew, she just suddenly knew exactly what she had to do, and why the knife hadn't looked so bloody even though it had been used for several suicides.

Kyouko rushed in the nearest room, knife in hand, and burst into the connecting bathroom. She heard the noise of a rat scurrying away quickly, but she paid it no mind as the detective washed the knife freely from the dried blood it had on its blade. She even used an expensive-looking soap she saw on the shelves, before realizing she was being stupid and used a towel instead.

With the knife's blade still dripping wet and now squeaky clean, Kyouko returned to the flower in record speed, and quickly dropped a few trickles of water into the soil.

And then all of a sudden, the flower grew at least an extra two inches because of those trickles of water. Kyouko backed away in reflex, before stopping when she saw a hologram appear right above the blooming flower. The head of a young… person of ambiguous gender appeared, a happy smile on his face.

"Hello!" it greeted happily, short brown hair swaying slightly. "Good job on getting through this little puzzle! How did you figure it out?"

Kyouko paused for a while, deciding on how to respond without sounding idiotic.

She gave up quickly. "I don't know."

It smiled still. "That's okay. Everyone says that, all the time. Except for a few, of course, but I think they were just lucky. Did you see the bodies?"

"Yes."

Sighing, it continued. "Yes. It's sad, isn't it? Especially the most recent victim, Maeda Hotaru-san. She had so much potential." It shook its head… or body. Whichever. "There are more bodies than the ones you found, to be clear. Although I think you already know that."

"Yes. I do."

It smiled again. "You've earned your right to enter the Johto region now, Kirigiri Kyouko-san! Patchouli-san is waiting for you, in the Lab. Do you know where that is?" It tilted its head/body/whichever cutely. "It should be near from here. I wish you luck in whatever it is you do!"

With another bright smile, the hologram flickered and disappeared. On cue, the steel wall slid downwards into a narrow hole on the ground, shaped exactly for the wall. Kyouko waited until she heard it clang on the ground before she stepped over it.

A door lay on the other side. A beautiful, wooden, blood-free, door. The detective relished the feeling of fresh air hitting her nose and skin as she opened it…

… and was promptly burst back inside by a gush of rain and wind. As expected.

Maeda Hotaru was just a random name I thought of. Or was it?

Review! Nicely, please.

EDIT: For past readers, you can clearly see the difference in term usage. For new readers, feel free to ignore this.

Reisu, 9/08/13