Danganronpa: Twilight of AutumSprings Academy
Prologue: Dawn of Despair
"Autumn Springs Academy, the greatest school in history of the world... I wonder how blessed I am to attend here?" I thought to myself. Standing in front of the prestigious academy...Only wonders could fill my mind, full of thoughts. What angel sent me here of all places?
Autumn Springs Academy, from where I sprouted from? Which bullet propelled me here, AutumnSprings? A fountain of twilight that floods the world with new hopes and dying despairs…..new despairs and dying hope. On this morning, I feel the coexistence of the sun and moon…Through the flash of a summer's heart, and through the rush of a winter's breeze.. And here I am today…Someone chosen by such prestigious hope, guided me here..My magenta soul enters the mixture of dawn's angelic gates. My name is Hayate...But my soul was engraved with a brand..the brand of the Ultimate Paranomal Investigator.
a chance to grow my skills and liberate demons? Or possibly it is a trap... to condemn more people or students...Or whatever that means... All I did was inspired the existence of ghost, spirits, auras and stuff...But no one believes me...So I tried helping others with many problems relating to dead souls, and crazy conspiracies... despite such, I did solve mysteries, but meaningless to say naught else but honesty, as all I sought was to save the lost from a deadly fate...
Yet it was still time...Standing in the arching academy before me, the greatest academy in the world. However it was when I entered through dawn's light was the final days of happiness...spaciness of the deepest galaxies...darkness from the abyss of hell gathered and swirled around me...Scent of gasoline, illusions of night haze... A catastrophe...and a fleeting memory "Now begin!"
I awake myself...In a classroom. It was a small classroom. At the least large enough to contain 16 people...And sixteen it was...including my soul here...I am sitting down in a chair, resting on the desk in front of me. Fifteen others desk and chairs were arranged by 4x4...The windows were boarded up, not frantically so. There was a monitor next to the chalkboard, and cameras on every corner in the room. What is all of this...Aura of malice and glee, twisted together like honey milk creme icing and bloody excrement, All of the others students look at me..And some are even talking..?
"Hey who is the greenhorn?"
"Oooh he has been sleeping for an hour now!"
"Dear, we should not be gawking at the poor creature...his hat is strange and dusty..."
"Immaculate clothing taste for a student like the rest of us."
One decisive looking thin girl with eyes of a hawk charged towards my direction and holding out her ink pen.
"YOU." She bellows in sorrowful fear "I arrest you for suspicion of causing us to submerge in sleeping gas and pretending as if you are NOT the cause of this..."
A pink haired girl with a ponytail said. She wore a deep pink military jacket, red framed glasses and dark blood lipstick. Her eyes were pale pink in hue. I...do not even think her personality is malicious at all...I feel her heart in weighed down with all of this this stress is ultimately killing her in the process...Although words would not escape from my mind and mouth...Peering me down like an eagle, she squawked
"If you wish to prove your innocence...I demand a name and talent identification check..."The girl said brashly...
Well, she seems more scared despite her abrasive attitude. All of this anger...Is she really aggressive? I suppose this is a mask she is wearing to conceal her feelings and opinions...Perhaps this lady was really trying to ask his name and talent and was wondering what is happening. In such a weird environment, its unnatural to not be concerned and off balance..Unless you are used to that sort of thing and in which case would be understandable..although unnatural being not possible would be not necessarily accurate. A grumpy, cantankerous but polite sounding girl dressed in black cathedral jacket/shirt and pants embroidered with a rosary sighed
"Well, it is not as if he will kill us, I think Ueda. WE need to unite and get along...If only everyone agrees to such via voting in which case I would go with the majority vote. Of course if our kidnapper kills all of us, I dont think it will matter much, you understand?" The violet haired girl said politely in a way that made me even more depressed than ever...
At this point, I reckon its time more than ever to say something before...I...get...accused...and make sure I am making them comfortable for my sake of being me..."...Hayate...Takenaka...is...my name..." I said, speaking in a dreamy voice, while reflecting on my emotions towards this situation. Although I wish not for others to view me as crazy, I more am inclined...to make others feel less trepidation, suspicion and anxiety towards me..."The Ultimate Paranormal Investigator"
A flash of magenta light flashed in the room... my aura suddenly flared to life...and my name and talent was projected in white large letters...Whoa, I ponder, was this one of my new gifts as my soul being branded with the title of the Ultimate Paranormal Investigator, or not...Either way, It would seem that no one else was aware of this...
Ueda, the pinked haired girl in a pony tail glared at me...Thoroughly inspecting me from the head down with her eagle like foresight...evaluating of my risk level and perhaps assessing if I pose a lethal threat sighed... And placed her blood red pen in the pocket protector of her military jacket. Walking up to me she speaks
"Since, you are seemingly honest I suppose-"
"SEEMINGLY honest!?" berated with indignance a biker looking girl sporting short spiky mauve hair. Her slanted violet eyes , thick with eyeliner gave the impression she was seemingly loving and caring..Although did I need help...? Was a question I must answer in negation...She wore a fuchsia tank top stained in oil and her dark blue jeans were ripped and faded as her black shoes.
"You YELLED at him out of YOUR own paranoia and further more threatened to arrest him! We are ALL in the same situation!"
"It is quite unkind to even scaring him to begin with" A bespectacled green haired girl said, wearing a black long sleeve leather collared shirt. She wore blue jeans that were also ripped but have rainbow colored bloodstains on them. From appearance she seemed quite mysterious.
"And must I ask you all to be silent!?" A girl with ivory hair in the shape of fox tails. She wore a lime transparent vizer over her eyes and wore a pure white suit."If you REALLY wanna clear the anxiety, why dont you all to do an introduction your self?
Fushia lady's eyes turned red and pulled a rench of out of her clevage.
"BITCH! I got a feeling you are the type of girl who runs their mouth bossing innocent people around!"
"So be it you nonintellectual ingrate...!"
"What gives you the damn audacity to tell what me and everyone else DOES!?"
"Like OMG Im sorry!" A plum haired girl said bowing to me awkwardly. She wore a collared, purple uniform with a lavender tie. Her sleeves were stripped white and plum. She wore faded indigo jeans. Her hair was long and wavy split in the middle of the fore head like a waterfall. "I am Yuri Minami! The Ultimate Inventor! Nice to meet you Mr. Vampire!"
Her aura turned plum and lit up the room and her talent and name was shown in front of her. He really does not understand these psychedelic trips but her aura feels happy and cheerful. Like a free spirited child..but a Vampire ?
Whilt that was on my mind, Ueda rolled her eyes silently. It felt like long transpiring moments of time as we looked at each other uncomfortable tranquility. Maybe I grew used to her expressing her feelings through a fake persona? Ueda was quiet for a few minutes longer and then she again came her sigh of defeat. Of course the other option was the wrathful pride of the biker mom lady. That perhaps is was broke this silence in her but did not wan down the adamant lnature of her stern gaze.
"Kokoro Ueda.. The Ultimate Journalist/Reporter. Do not ease yourself...around me..." Kokoro said depressingly as her bright pink aura filled the background along with her name and title infront of her. Her aura, because of how vivid her shade of pink was, came off as ironic. Now that I know her talent, it makes some sense for what is the cause of her disposition. Not being able to trust anyone or find the truth at all, is really a sad fate...But still I wonder what is the reason for her self inflicting melancholy...?
"Hey, Kokoro, its...fine, I dont want you to be too hard on ya self, you know?" Biker mom said softly in a motherly way. "BUT next time, you better not be cruel to your friends Or I Kazue Miyamoto the Ultimate Mechanic will turn ya nto fuel! Just kidding!" Kazue finished laughing heartily.
Kazue's aura burned brightly in a sangria color similar to her fuschia hair and her title too. As far as self comparisons go, she is almost just like me in personality. Both of us wish to love others but where I want to see myself as loving, she wants others to see her as loving. Unfortunately I find her to be more scary than anything remotely else..
The indigo hot worded polite lady in disguise watched over along with the green haired girl. Both were not talking to each to each other as a skinny lighter skinned male wearing a rose, pink and grey stripped knitted ski hat. The gothic one walked toward me with an unpleasant...smile...although peacefully calm she seemed to be simmering in unconscious anger.
"Now that everything is a tad calmer" She began "I have no qualms introducing myself to you..Of course I could have done so easily as well without being threatened... Please address me as Keiko Yukimura the Ultimate Painter, or temporary one until I die since no one else is competent enough to usurp me unfortunately! Hahahaha"
Her aura was indigo which matched the polite but brutally harsh color of her words. But despite her brutality hanging in her words, she alone is unemotionally yet outgoing...I feel sort of frightened...
"Keiko is not too bad...she...is, kind of nice...you know?" The green haired girl answered "Well... I am Shiori Ito... The Ultimate Yaoi Fangirl. To protect the poor, manga/anime LGBTQAPCDS+ characters...but how...is the question though, huh? How will I build a utopia, my utopia for them..?"
Shiori looked at me whilst saying all of this so passionately...like a fiery heart of a dragon, bleeding out the blood of its every heartstring. Blazing to life, her mint green aura filled the room with such authentic passion if a bit spontaneous and wild. instantly she smiled "You...are a gay vampire as Minami said huh? And you are purple too? Surely we'll be friends? already performed a scan on you, although for a 3D anime/manga character you are okay..." She said innocently. But weirdly enough when I saw her displayed talent as she said it, the words were black meaning there is a lie in her statement. At least in an aura reading...but now I am a GAY vampire...?
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW a GAY vampire you were thinking HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH?" A slightly lanky male wearing a ski hat said, He wore a rose colored and scented bathing robe and I am unsure if he is undressed or not, but her was holding a stone tablet "Ohohoho! for a blood sucking harlot, I think to are plain...Not just thinking X infinity but thinking more colorfully! Like church orgies or even eternal suppers of wine and fermented breads! Hibiki Himura the most fabulous, aesthetic, most gracious, most creative..."
Behind him a scary blond haired gentleman wearing a scarlet and saffron stripped vertical business suit and pants was standing behind im. Tall, powerful and an overflowing air of dominance but his voice to me..seemed soft and hearing him "It would be of great aversion for you to continue with the sin of inferior vanity, as each time I listen...the more I am grasping more knowledge of your heretic debauchery"
Hibiki gulped loudly :"I am Hibiki Himura the Ultimate Religious Expert is what Im saying, bye bye" Hibiki seemed very strange almost as crazed like me...having powers of the spiritual world...although I know very little...of his expertise...At least Mr. Skyscraper sped up his introduction. I felt that the white haired baroness was looking at them with great vehemence. His aura was brightly a rose colored. Matching his flamboyance..Perhaps he was overcompensating similar to Kokoro but for an entirely different way and reason.
The blond business sky scraper man was in the other corner, having just flash stepped behind Hibiki to speed things up...As it would seem he was comforting a timid looking kid who was skinny and short writing in a notebook. Next to them was a strong muscular man with a mohawk polishing an over sized sword. A stronger man with slicked back brown and green hair was reading a book on flowers... along with an airy looking tangerine colored hair girl. Feeling obligated to speak with the blond haired man... I decided to join them although hesitantly...
The business man took one look at me...It was not as long as Kokoro's mute cross examination from the ace of spades, but...He stood up after soothing his shorter friend and raised out his hand, wanting me to shake it. I guess I had no reason to deny so.. But by doing so he felt a strong aura pulsation from the man.
"Greeting young one...I am Takuma Watanabe. I'm the titleholder of the Ultimate Billionaire... How is that a talent? Confidential until I can think more about it..."He said quietly but with so much strength...
If he was not odd, then he must be powerful in mind, soul, and strength. His aura was ruby colored like his eyes. By just standing there, power was flushing out of his body like crazy. Despite such, there is not indication of greed or avarice in his aura in which case would be tainted by golden flames..For one to wield so much money without deterring apart is magnificent. Takuma shook his head
"My soul was once wrought with such greed child...But by our Lord's grace... he changed me..into a warrior and with it...I will defend him with my mind and talent" Takuma said.
He even read my mind? I wonder how did he know my thoughts? Maybe he is telepathic in someway. He then turned to the younger and shorter male, Takuma without speaking forced him to stand up and walk towards me. He was was short but was dark skinned, had glowing yellow hair that was short. His glasses were big and circular and he wore a short sleeved collared shirt horizationally stripped in banana cream and white colors. His jeans were dark umbra in color and his eyes were squinty but yellow.
"Judging off your facial appearance, you appear to be..kind...like said... Mr...Takenaka sir... Hoshi Yamazaki the Ultimate Creative Writer sir..Sorry...I wished that I could have defended you earlier...I felt it was wrong what Kokoro has done...So I wrote a poem about it."
I read the poem and it said
Kokoro you cowardly pink spider born from a fuchsia witch
boil to an eternal death inside the bottomless ditch
you ashes will fall always and forever de-saturated
for your sins will never be forgiven, just forever cremated"
Hoshi's poem was overflowing with immense wrath and fury...I almost passed out from reading it...his aura was a banana yellow that was not only emitting from him but his poem in itself. It seems that he releases his personality through writing and poetry...Hopefully...the yellow fairy will not hurt others or be hurt...
Just as I was brooding some more...A heavy set yet extremely athletic knight wooshed behind me and started patting me behind the back jovially. What is going on with this random...events The mohawk man with long side burns with the oversized sword. He wore dark brown torso armor with platinum gold lining. His pants were ivory that seemed to have been made with armor silk, clothing that is made of cotton but powerful enough to be consider armor worn by military with glee yet his eyes were focused and zealous "YOU MY PAGE! ARE HEREBY WELCOME"
I am am a Gay Vampire, and now a Knight's Page? Maybe its his way of saying hi...At this point, everyone here seems nice enough so far... This man although noble looking and tempermental is very joyous. SO deciding to listen I give him my full attention...Of course he seemed happy and he bowed, stabbing his blade in the ground.
"Page Hayate Takenake,I am the Ultimate Knight, Taichi Washichi! At my behest I shall train you well!" he roar gallantly."May we dine in honor and fight in the name of noble yet exhilarating bloodshed!"
A hedonistic knight? I must say...He is very...earthly in his pleasure seeking for sword play and combat...His aura was tan..and consumed me in it along with everyone unlike the rest of them. Was his spirit levels skyrocketed somehow? For now despite his overpowering energy that rivals Takuma with his strength, he seems far more hot blooded and chaotic yet tame and structured...As he was containing his composure...
...Unlike the slicked back man reading his book. Finally he slammed the book to the ground and thundered "KNIGHT DUDE OF THE LAME SUNFLOWERS! SHUT THE HELL UP!" With a twisted laugh. The man wore a ripped up short sleeve green shirt and ripped up white paints. His eyes were kind of blue while a spring green tattoo of thron vne
Taichi yelled back "WHY HOW DARE THEE RANDOMLLY SPOUT OUT ANYTHING!"
"I am TRYING TO READ MY FLOWER PORN WHILE YOU ARE BOSSING ME AROUND! DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM!? JUROU MATSUMOTO THE ULTIMATE TIMBER CUTTER! I WILL BEAT YOU DEAD FUCKER!" Mocked jeeringly Jurou as his aura manifested into a green color that burst to an emerald flare of energy aura field.
"DO YOU have any time to EVEN BE FUCKING AROUND?!"
"Enough time NOT ta listen to YOU a sunflower knight that only knows how to ingest poisonous weed for pleasure! What a WEAK Hedonist!"
Jurou then noticed me briefly. I suppose that even though he was cruel and emotionally turbulent, he was considerate enough to start ignoring Taichi to speak with me "Yo, greenhorn, my personal advice? Stay the fuck away from a unemotional douche bag that dont know how not to be a hypocrite" Jurou said with a greasiness in his voice.
Although I do not necessarily know him...He seems like a mean person, but friendly and dominating. Although Taichi is a hedonistic leader person, Jurou is a trailbrazing jester...with a power lust akin to Takuma sort of...
Yawning loudly was a girl with radiant orange hair that glisten like the tongue of liquefied flames dancing in the sun, She smile softly with demure happiness "Hiya mister Gay Vampiric Page of the Dukes of Hell!" She said with a smile...I guess I will not take anything person, I mean...It was...kind of cool...maybe even though this is the making me question if I even have a sexuality...or if I am even human...
"Anyhows the name is Naomi Matsuyo...Ultimate Digital Artist YO...Pleasure to meet you, Yoyos..." Naomi said in a sweet, playful but bewildering manner. As she pulled a yoyo randomly from out of her hair and started playing with it...Orange gleams of light filled the room from her aura... She acts very much like Yuri although Yuri seems more... abstract but less playful and more friendly while Naomi seems nice but scattered in a realistic approach.
Finally in front of the door was random students... A silver haired girl in a dull brown dress wearing a grey apron cleaning with her broom stick cheerfully, a strange blue haired girl with spiked up hair wearing a dark blue tank top, black gloves fused with arm warmers, dark green pants and some black opaque googles while typing on a computer, A beautiful looking man with long overflowing rainbow pastel hair, princely shirt and regal pants, and the white fox tail haired girl crossing her arms..
I walked toward the maid. As I walked, I tripped. Falling in front of the maid. I looked where I tripped on the floor. It would seem that the white fox tail haired girl 's leg was stretched out...The first person who noticed (well rather only person ) Was the maid and she said.."You cruel young lady THAT WAS SOOOO NOT CALLLED FOR!" She cried heavily making me slightly feel uncomfortable, but quickly regained herself. Helping me up from the from the floor I bow in gratitude
"WELL, it is not as if he was blind and could NOT see my foot CLEARLY in FRONT OF HIM!"
The maid groaned in frustration but forced an unwilling smile on her smile, before effortlessly smiling to me. "Well. in HER steed, I will apologize for her! I am Moe Moto the Ultimate Maid. If you need anything all you need to do is ask new best friend for life! Now dont worry, everyone here so far are very to somewhat barely" she glanced at the woman in white "nice per canon definition. SO there is nothing to worry about! Now girl apologize to this little boy!"
Moe said as silver and grey sparks danced around her until her aura shone into an elegant silver that filled the room. Compared to the girls he met so far, she seems to be the most normal. but it did not really matter too much. the white haired woman and Moe argued and fought continuously. Moe kept trying to force an apology but to no availwas it working.
A buzzing could be felt in my back. and he saw the bizarre woman from before. She typed on her cellphone and showed me "Hikaru Shizue the Ultmate Hacker, If you wish to taser them both and me all at once would appreciate it kindly" Hayate moved backed nervously somewhat. Hikaru's aura turned electric blue and she was scary as far as her eyes go. Thick of black eyeshadow and eye liner. He was trying to comprehend...the request he read...
All that was left was the pretty boy before him..Full of contempt in his eyes he spoke "I believe at last it is my turn... to be honest, I have no desire to speak to such a freak of human nature far beneath me...But I will explain this once..I am the one who possess the brawn of a thousand titans, I am the one with the brains of a thousand sorcerrers and I am the prime of the beauty from a thousand angels...I am he the Ultimate Elite, Kazuki Goda!"
His aura burst the room in a pastel rainbow. Radiating in brilliance...I looked at him...he seemed so horrible in pride...Intelligent, sensible but down right ruthless in his grace..Unlike Hibiki he was not overcompensating, he truly is an embodiment of elitism. My only..curiosity was the feelings inside him...And feeling him was nigh impossible.
At that point the girl with the fox tail hair walked to me smoothly. Moe was away talking to Yuri and Shiori. She moved Hayate Takenaka away in a corner and said "I apologize for whatever I did, My name is Junko Hisagawa, I am the-"
"Testing, TESTING Microphone CHECK!"
Static pierrced the classroom and killed the affable environment that was just founded...and a joyfully irreverent voice said through the monitor "Attention Students of AutumnSprings ACADEMY! Please come to the auditorium this moment for our first day of school ceremony and dont be laaaate! Bonbonboooooooooooooon!"
