I don't own DanganRonpa. In this fanfic, Makoto and the others are the 77th class.

Chapter 1: Introductions

Sora's P.O.V.

"Bye Grandma," I called out, "I'm leaving now." My grandma turned and smiled at me, her large hazel eyes brimming with tears. Today was the day that I leave to attend Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Pâtissier. I knew it would be hard on Grandma. She was so used to seeing me every day but now she could also see me on my seasonal breaks. I smiled at her. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll make sure to email you every week." Grandma embraced me tightly.

"Please do," she said. "Don't mind me. I'm just being emotional." She released me from her warm embrace and kissed my forehead. She smirked, "Maybe you'll learn how to fix your hair at Hope's Peak." I felt my face heat up. That was low. However, it was true. I'm sixteen years old but I still had to depend on Grandma to braid it. I want to cut it short but Grandma is insistent that I kept it long. She once said that it looked like dark brown wool because of its curliness.

"Grandma," I pouted, flustered. She chuckled. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." I rushed to the door. I waited a few seconds to compose myself before answering it. Opening the door, I smiled when I saw that it was Nanami-san and Nagi-chan. "Good morning."

"Good morning," they responded. I was expecting them to come over. Well, I was expecting Nagi-chan to come over. Nagi-chan was attending HPA with me as the Ultimate Lucky Student. Through a country wide lottery, one normal high school student is chosen to attend Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Lucky Student. That lucky high school student was Komaeda Nagito or, as I like to call him Nagi-chan. Nagi-chan had hazel eyes like mine and fluffy white hair with brownish tips. He's really a sweet person, a little cheeky at times but still sweet. However, a lot of people don't know that because his weirdness turns them off from him. However, he is my best friend.

"You look nice today, Sora-san," Nagi-chan complimented. His eyes suddenly widened and he added, "Not that you don't always look nice." What a dork. Yeah, Nagi-chan's a handful but he really tries his best. Today, I was wearing a light-yellow sailor fuku dress with a deep blue collar, a white ribbon, and deep blue trimmings around the long sleeves and collar. I had on black stockings and brown Mary-Jane shoes.

"Doesn't Nagito look nice too?" Nanami-san asked. I nodded. Nagi-chan was wearing a plain white Tee shirt, his signature green jacket, black pants, and green sneakers. He did look nice. I'm just glad that Nanami-san taught him how to tie his shoes. Seriously, he can solve college level math equations on his own but he couldn't learn how to tie his own shoes.

In all honesty, I should have known that Nanami-san would come with him. She was his surrogate older sister, even if he rarely called her that. Nanami-san was also my role model. She was kind, loyal, and gentle. On top of it all, she was beautifully. She had soft, short pink hair and pink eyes. The best part, she was a former Ultimate and a professional gamer. How many people She smiled at me and asked, "May we come in, please?" I blushed.

"Of- of course. I was dazing off again wasn't I. P-please come in. I glad you both come. Grandma will be so happy. Do you need anything?" I rambled on. Nanami-san and Nagi-chan chuckled. At this point, I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato. I was rambling. Don't be such a dork. I coughed. "Right this way," I said, acting cool. I led them into the living room. Grandma smiled.

"Nanami-chan, Nagi-kun, have you been well?" she asked. They nodded. She stumbled towards Nagi-chan and pinched his cheeks. "Look how big you've gotten since I last seen you." She laughed. Nagi-chan stood there not knowing what to do. Nanami-san intervened.

"Arashi-san," she called, gaining Grandma's attention., "Don't you think that it's time for the kids to leave." You're only 7 years older than me. Grandma smiled sadly. Nanami-san must have noticed it because she patted Grandma's back. "Why don't I show you have to game?" Grandma nodded and released Nagi-chan's cheek from her iron grasp. I grabbed his hand and we left, after saying our goodbyes.

On the way to the train station, Nagi-chan and I were talking about strange topics like if a crocodile would win against an alligator. When we arrived at the train station, it turned out that the train left the late so we had an hour to kill. Nagi-chan was reading a new book. It was called "Lord of the Flies." What an interesting title? Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. I let out the braids from my hair and reached in my bag. I took out a comb, an elastic, a mirror, and a yellow ribbon. This caught Nagi-chan's attention. "What are you doing?" I smiled.

"This is a new school so I think I should have a new hairstyle." I blinked at me but went back to reading his book. After what felt like an hour, I gave up. Nagi-chan turned to me and stared. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You tried this for 5 minutes and decide to give up?" I nodded. Nagi-chan sighed. I knew what that means. Time for the "Never Give Up Hope" lecture. "You can't give up so easily. You said you wanted a new hairstyle, right?" I reluctantly nodded. His eyes lit up. "Then you have to try harder. Don't give up your dream so easily. If you really want a new hairstyle, you should do your best to get it. Even if it takes you the rest of the day." I sighed. I have to cut this short.

"You're right, Nagi-chan. I should give up so easily." Nagi-chan nodded eagerly. I smiled. He's so easily pleased. "Could you help me?" Nagi-chan eyes widened.

"I'm not really good at it. I would just mess your hair up." Nagi-chan rambled. I rolled my eyes.

"You already know how to braid. What's so hard about a different style?" It was true. Nagi-chan once learned how to braid by watching Grandma braid my hair. Nagi-chan hesitantly nodded. I smiled. Usually, I would be embarrassed of asking Nagi-chan for help because I'm older. I'm sixteen but Nagi-chan is still fifteen. He'll be turning sixteen in the first semester. I snapped out of my little world, when I felt Nagi-chan's hand run through my hair. After ten minutes, he handed me the mirror. I liked what I saw. My curly hair was primarily down but I had a short puffy side tail on the left of my head. "I love it."

"Really?" I nodded. It was perfect. Soon the train pulled up at the station. Suddenly, I remembered an important detail. I grabbed Nagi-chan's hand.

"Are you okay getting on the train?" I asked worried. While luck is usually small and subtle, Nagi-chan's luck was a supernatural force. It was dangerous and uncontrollable. Nagi-chan smiled.

"Don't worry. I had bad luck for the past two weeks so this my good luck should balance this out. My luck is uncontrollable but it does have a pattern." I sighed in relief. Can't have the train derail. We boarded the train and head to Hope's Peak Academy.

"Amazing," I said as we stood in front of the main building. Nagi-chan nodded. I grabbed Nagi-chan's hand. He stared at me, head tilted. "Let's take our first step into Hope's Peak together."

"Great idea." Together, we stepped into the main building and then everything went black.

When I woke up, I saw Nagi-chan and a purple-haired girl kneeling over me. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, slowly taking in our surrounding. There were other students in the room, which seemed to be an auditorium. It felt like something was in my pocket as well.

"Are you just going to continue lying there?" a voice boomed, rudely. Standing behind Nagi-chan was a fat blond teenager in a white suit. I slowly sat up. Nagi-chan held out his hand and helped me up. "Now that everyone is awake, does anyone know how we got here?" Everyone looked at around to see if anyone knew. The fat blonde sighed. "I'll take that as a no. While we're here, we might as well get acquainted with each other. Now everyone, form a circle."

We all stood a circle. To my right was the fat blonde and to my left was Nagi-chan. The fat blonde looked around then spoke. "We will introduce ourselves. We will go counter clockwise beginning with me." Everyone was fine with it. "My name is Togami Byakuya. I am the Ultimate Affluent Progeny."

Afterwards, the purple-haired girl introduced herself. "M-my n-n-name i-is T-Tsu-Tsumiki M-Mikan. F-from t-the b-b-bottom o-of m-my h-heart, I h-hope we g-get along."

Saionji Hiyoko, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer, introduced herself. She seemed like a cute chibi girl. Then Owari Akane, the Ultimate Gymnast, smiled and told us other herself. Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, the Ultimate Yakuza, didn't seem too keen on introducing himself. Koizumi Mahiru, the Ultimate Photograph, glared at him, sighed, and then introduced herself. Nidai Nekomaru, the Ultimate Team Manager, shouted his name to the heaven. Mioda Ibuki, the Ultimate Musician, turned her introduction into a cheer. Soda Kazuichi, the Ultimate Mechanic, was so on edge when he introduced himself. Tanaka Gundam, the Ultimate Breeder, gave an over the top introduction. Pekoyama Peko, the Ultimate Swordswoman, seemed like one of those stoic girls in anime. Hanamaru Teruteru, the Ultimate Cook, seemed extremely perverted. The last two introduced themselves quickly and elegantly. They were Izuru Kamukura, the Ultimate Analyst, and Sonia Nevermind.

"I'm Komaeda Nagito, the Ultimate Lucky Student. Pleased to meet you all."

It was my turn now. "My name is Arashi Sora, the Ultimate Pâtissier. Let's all get along." After my introduction, Togami-san spoke again.

"As you all realised, we are all in Hope's Peak's auditorium without any idea of how we got here. There was also a E-handbook in all our pockets when we woke up. The mystery is who is responsible for this." Suddenly, a strange voice rang out.

"It was me." At the podium, a black and white bear appeared. "I am Monokuma, the head master." Everyone gasped in disbelief. "Don't believe me. Too bad. Because you're all trapped here?"

"Don't fuck with us," Kuzuryuu-san yelled. Most of us began to panic.

"There has to be a way out," Togami-san said, calmly.

Monokuma laughed. "There is." Suddenly, the E-handbook beeped. I took it out and noticed that it was now on. "Kill someone and don't get caught."

"Don't fuck with us," Owari-san repeated. Pekoyama-san and Nidai-san backed her up. In an instant, Owari jumped on the stage and grabbed Monokuma. "You're gonna to let us all go." Monokuma started to laughed. What happened shocked everyone? From Monokuma's body, spikes appeared impaling Owari-san. The spikes then retracted, dropping Owari-san's corpse.

"There are certain rules I need you to follow. If anyone breaks these rules, I'll punish you just like Owari-san." Nobody could say anything. "Now read the rules and go to your rooms. Your E-handbooks contain your room number and acts as a key to open the door. Get moving, maggots." With that said, everyone left. Some left in a panic like Tsumiki-san and Mioda-san. Some left in sorrow. However, Togami-san and Nagi-chan left with blank looks on their faces. I was the last to leave.

Laying down in my room, my mind shifted to the scene of Owari-san's impaled body. I read through the rules. We really were expected to kill each other. It can't be right. If we resist him, we die. If we play along, we could die but we have a chance of living. Maybe I should play along. Tears began to stream down my face. Grandma I might come back home. If I do return, I won't be the same me. I'll be a murderer responsible for the death of 14 people. No, I won't kill another. I swear I won't. Wait for me Grandma. I'll come home as the innocent teenager you raised.

Remaining Students: 15