Hello everyone! If you're reading this, then good for you! Maybe.
This is actually my first work of writing that I've ever shared in public, so I hope it's good for a start.
It's not a SYOC, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. It might take me a while to figure out how to effectively edit and upload chapters, so please bear with me.
A little more about this story: it's basically an AU, with my own set of characters. Nothing new, really. It starts in Japan, but mostly takes place in America. There might be some romance later on, but I haven't completely decided on that yet, since it doesn't drastically affect the plot.
The characters are ALL Japanese, save one. I will be addressing them in the Japanese style, that is: Surname, Given name (with the exception of the American). This might bother you, but I only have the main character address others by their Surname+Honorific when she's actually speaking to them/about them. In her thoughts, she uses their first names.

My writing skills are not the best, and I am definitely not the kind of person who can write amazingly when it comes to murder, death, and fight sequences. I have the hardest time killing off characters, even if I hate them. Also, I'm currently lacking in the figurative language department. Any metaphors and similes I use never seem to flow...like a fish on land. Haha.

You have been forewarned.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dangan Ronpa, of course. Pfft, none of the characters would be dead.

Two people stood at the top of a tall school building. It was night time, when the dangers of isolation come about without anyone else around. All was quiet, and the silence enveloped them as naturally as the night turned into day.

They stood there without saying anything, letting the gentle breeze chill their skin and moon continue its lonely trek across the sky.

Eventually, one of the two spoke up.

"They might remember." The two had spoken about this before, many times.

The second person laughed bitterly. "They're never going to remember."

"They might…" the first person trailed off, knowing that couldn't be true, and would never be true.

"It's better if they don't," the second person said sharply. "It's better if I never existed….yes…that sounds about right…"

"…what do you mean?" inquired the first person warily.

"I can't reside here any longer. I'm leaving. You know how to contact me."

"You don't have to go…" the first person protested.

"I must."

"But…" the first person hesitated. "What about everyone else?"

"They don't need me. Besides you have them."

"I know…" The answer came as a whisper.

"You're so foolish."

"I know."

"You're too reliant."

"I know."

"Come with me."

"You know I can't."

The second person smiled with bitterness. "Indeed."

The second person turned away. "Don't you have work to be doing?"

Silence.

"Are you really okay with being forgotten? With leaving?"

"Yes…if it is for the sake of despair…"

I was surrounded by complete and utter darkness. How long had I wandered through its murk, lost and confused? You could say a sense of time is lost when floating through the infinite black, only to be replaced by despair…

Opening my eyes, I thought, would end it all, but I was far from the finish. Of course, I didn't know that at the time.

My name is Hayata Haruko. It was my freshmen year, and the prestigious school Hope's Peak Academy had invited me to join their foreign exchange student program to America. Each year, they sent a group of fifteen or more students from each class to Hope's Peak Academy's American counterpart- Hope's Peak Village for Foreign Exchange Students. However, the thing that really amazed me is that they invited me. I was just a normal student, honestly, so it was a huge honor to get an invitation. The letter I'd received hadn't addressed me with any special talent, but somehow I knew I was a Super High School Level Good Luck. I couldn't recall anyone ever telling me so, but I was positive that my title was officially nothing but that. Through the silence, as well as my thoughts, my gold-colored watch suddenly started beeping at me. It was 7:55 am, and I only had five minutes to find and board the plane.

I blinked in disbelief as I realized I was lying on the ground. Had I been sleeping here? On the campus? I pushed the thoughts away- I had a plane to catch. With a burst of speed, I shot up from the ground and took off running down the sidewalk. Impulsively, I grabbed the pocket mirror from my school uniform and opened it up, glancing at my reflection. An average looking girl with brown hair and brown eyes stared back at me. My bangs were swept neatly to the side, and the rest of my hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Luckily, I was wearing a white headband to keep all those stubborn strands of extra hair in place. I put the mirror away and kept running.

My red sphere-shaped earring bounced irritatingly against my earlobes, and I had to hold my blue school skirt down as I ran. Yes, I was actually wearing my school girl sailor fuku. Their popularity was starting to greatly decrease, so I thought it wouldn't be that unoriginal to wear mine. The shirt was white with blue trim, and I had knee high blue socks to match. The black sneakers I was wearing looked oddly out of place.

Eventually, I managed to reach my destination. I was a little late, but at least the plane hadn't left me.

As I walked toward the steps of the school's personal airplane, I took a last look at the letter I'd received.

Dear Hayata Haruko,

We are pleased to announce that you have been successfully accepted into our foreign exchange student program. You have been chosen along with seventeen other students from your class to go to Hope's Peak Village for Foreign Exchange Students in America. Your flight leaves August 20th, at 8:05 AM. Please be there five minutes in advance.

I took a deep breath, just now beginning to feel nervous about this ordeal. Up until now, I'd mostly just felt amazement and disbelief…but now everything was sinking in. Feelings of excitement, anxiety, and curiosity drove me forward, but when I stepped up to that plane, my heart suddenly filled with dread. Then I blacked out.

...

Where…am I?

My eyes flew open and I jumped up out of my seat. Wait, my seat?

Glancing around, I saw the rows of blue airplane seats, the cockpit up front, and the bathroom in the back.

"Oh…the airplane…duh…" I muttered. As obvious as that should've been, I was still surprised that I was the only person on the plane, as far as I could tell.

Hesitantly, I checked the cockpit- it was empty. No pilot, or even co-pilot for that matter. As much as I tried to convince myself that this was perfectly normal, I couldn't. Blacking out for no reason twice in one day was not normal. Furthermore, why was I the only one on the plane? Was I on the wrong plane? Was the letter I'd received mistaken? I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I decided I should wait outside of the plane instead. Maybe there would be someone who could help.

…Right?

Unfortunately, I couldn't have been farther from the truth. My heart nearly stopped when I hopped off the steps and averted my gaze forward. Supposedly, you could call that a near death experience. Although, it wasn't nearly as a near-death experience as what I was about to face.

Hope you enjoyed it. This might've been kind of short...I'll try to make them a bit longer.
Also, I have the rest of the chapter written out already, so I'll probably update soon, assuming I have time to type it up.

I don't mind critique. The thing is, I truly am aware of the mistakes and discrepancies I make in my writing, so the kind of critique I need is the kind that can tell me how to fix them. I'm sure that is how it is for most of us :P

I also LOVE speculation. Speculation is the best! So please review! Thanks :3

*Shivers* I'm a bit nervous ^^"