A/N: Anddd, I'm back after a three-year hiatus as a writer with a new story lol.
Welcome to my first ever fanfiction in the Danganronpa fandom, a place where no one hates the game more than the fans themselves XD Anyways, this story will eventually become KokichixOC, but I plan to focus more on the actual game and mystery part than the romance. I am not going to follow the game completely *wink wink* so I hope that will be a pleasant change :) I hope you guys will enjoy the story!
[Prologue]
"...Why this is a pleasant surprise. Who would have thought we'd see you two again, especially not after what happened in the previous game," the low and harsh voice of a middle-aged man dressed in black echoed throughout the enclosed room, as he flipped through the documents in front of him in an absentminded manner.
"Believe me, we didn't expect things to turn out this way either," the young man who sat across him spoke up, eyes glaring holes at the man in black.
"Just shut up and accept our applications already," the young girl who accompanied the young man added with a flick of her hair, clearly irritated.
"And why on earth would we do that?" the man in black stood up from his seat, nonchalantly treading across the room to stare out the glass windows behind his desk. "Unfortunately, your characters have grown to become quite...boring, over the past year. The audience is looking for a new group of thrilling casts."
"I beg to differ," the young man argued. "What could be more thrilling than the return of two survivors from the previous game? You could title the show something along the lines of...yes...Danganronpa53: the Survivor's Revenge. Surely, that would spin quite the entertaining tale."
"Of course, we understand we're not entering the game with our memories intact," the girl added, eyes shining with determination. "But surely, with the brilliant minds in the Danganronpa Team, you could easily write a fascinating plot that would best the previous season."
"Hm...I still have trouble understanding your motives," the man in black spun around, looking at both of the teenagers in the eye. "For what reason have you returned? Surely, the amount of fame you both received must have been enough to last you a lifetime."
"We're not here to boost our fame," the girl spatted out, eyes looking at the man with disgust and pure hatred. "We're here to end this whole thing."
The man in black raised an eyebrow, intrigued at the girl's answer. "To end this whole thing? Surely, you don't mean our program."
"What else but the Danganronpa Team?" the young man stood up from his seat and pointed an accusing finger at the opposition. "Like I previously mentioned, we're here for revenge."
The man in black immediately let loose a sinister laugh. "Ah, the usual revenge motive? You guys must have learned well from the previous game," the man scoffed, words dripping with mockery and sarcasm.
"Look, old man," the girl abruptly stood up from her seat, grabbed the documents on the table and threw it at the man's face in a fury. "You have absolutely no legitimate reason to refuse us. Besides, you've always welcomed volunteers, isn't that right?"
Seeing that the two teenagers could not be convinced otherwise, the man in black sighed, conceding to the teenagers in front of him. He quickly gathered the documents that were scattered on the floor, organized them, and promptly signed his name on them. Then, he thrust the papers back towards the other two occupants in the room. The teenagers quietly grabbed the documents and scanned over the page.
"Fine. So be it. Go to the designated place at the chosen time, and you'll be able to meet the other fifteen participants," the man in black stated, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the two.
"Wait, fifteen other participants? Aren't there supposed to be only sixteen students in the game each round?" the young man questioned.
The man in black shrugged. "This time's an exception since we have two very willful volunteers."
"Who would have thought you'd be so flexible with the rules," the girl rolled her eyes as she briskly walked towards the exit. "Let's hope this is the last time I get to see your putrid face."
The girl then slammed the door shut behind her.
"...I guess I shall take my leave to as well," the young man sighed as he collected his belongings and made his way towards the exit.
"...You do know what you're signing up for, right, Mr. Rantaro?" the man in black asked ominously.
The young man named Rantaro turned around and looked at the man in the eyes. "I am aware of it and so is she. As the two survivors of the previous game, we're prepared to do whatever it takes to make the fifty-third game the last."
"...I see. Then I wish you the best of luck."
Then, Rantaro silently left the room, leaving the old man to ponder by himself. After a few moments of silence, the man reached for this phone and dialed a particular number, saved at the top of his contact list.
The familiar tune of the Danganronpa opening filled the air as the man waited for the other side to pick up.
*Beep*
"What's up, sir?" another young girl's voice was heard on the other end of the line.
"Change of plans. You'll be entering the game as well," the older man ordered, much to the other girl's surprise.
"Really? I thought we already sent someone-"
"It matters not. We have some special guests from the last game participating again. As a precaution, we should have a backup plan in case things do go haywire."
"Always the cautious one, are we? Well, if you say so, sir. I'll be joining the new season as well."
After ending the call, the older man chuckled to himself as he walked back towards the large window behind his desk. Peering outside, he saw the two teenagers standing outside of the twenty-story building, looking up to his room. As their line of sight met, the older man smirked, muttering to himself.
"Game on."