Dangan ronpa: Ultimate Unremarkable

Author's notes: Same cast, save the guy who has a deep and mysterious past is not going to have one that's too extreme like Mukuro nor are there going to be born to be evil like Junko...those origins scare me. I don't wanna give that much backstory yet cause I don't feel like it right now due to my mood, so you gotta take what you got yes…well backstory comes later for this one, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Upppuupu and other major characters save my OC, whose name I still don't know, are owned by the creator of those games Spike Churnsoft…now dance.

The cold water reached out to him, strangling his throat as the young man began to sink deeper into the lake his mouth opening for a gasp of fresh oxygen the open skies could provide but only freezing despair decided to play its final card by choking his mouth with the rush of cold water forcing him to close it as he swam to the surface, only to have his hand thump against the ice. It wasn't going to be like this, he wasn't going to go like this. The young man didn't bother to hear the lulling voices in the back of his mind that were slowly tugging the strings of his mind playing a soft little tune against his sense of instinct and reasoning as his fists banged and thumped against the surface in a fit of frustration the man wondering why was it that ice could form up so quickly when it had just been destroyed.

How did this happen to him, of the people who faced unfortunate events everyday, did his have to escalate so quickly? The flash of his outing at the park watching the snow fall from outside, his smiling face just before someone immediately told him to give him his belongings ruining his day...the events of the day running through his mind just before the fateful plunge that has placed him in quite a bad position as his eyes darted around the sheets glancing for a way out just as he caught sight of crimson trails being diluted into the vast body of water. He didn't want to be killed, not like this...this wasn't how he anticipated dying by.

Let go, let the sensations go and just close your eyes, relax and feel the peace over you as you slip away.

The thoughts like these of resigned death didn't leave his countenance as he brought a fist to the ice a few pictures of his life stirring deep within his subconscious while he tried to fight away fate, the man desperately looking up to the fading light in the corners of his retinas as he panicked his grip losing its former strength as his palm slapped the ice sheet his vision beginning to water and stir with black spots forming in front of him while he choked and sputtered, the man grasping for his neck as his thoughts on beating the ice open with his fading strength was replaced by his animalistic need for survival and air, the loss of both beginning to become a hindrance as he continued to thump and yell out bubbles of air into the large near-bottomless depths of the lake, his eyes cast down to see the abyss hollow and waiting for him.

No! I can't sleep now, they need me…please! Give me a chance, get me out of here!

The pleading soon gave way to a new dark feeling swarming in the depths of his heart almost breaking his chest as he watched his breathing turn to hacks and spits of bubbles his nose filling to the brim with water stuffing his nasal airways with nothing but liquid. In a few short moments his grip began to slip, the five seconds after had his eyes which were bulging from both the pressure and the amount of water filling the inside of his body began to stop twitching, ten seconds to twenty later his hands began to lose their feeling and numbly slid down at his sides while blood trickled from his head and his arms to the water the red substance mixing up with the large pool of water as he watched his life go before his eyes.

By the time the minute was up, he had completely went still and sank into the dark depths of death's alluring arms beneath the ice, another victim of the violence being spread in this world.

Location unknown

He awoke, his mind and head blurry from the long deep sleep that engulfed his body before he felt life return to his limbs in a slow bleeding effect, the world still blackened and confusing as the teenager struggled in waking his eyes the deathly experience he had was something that would have caused anyone to faint or just wait patiently for the end to swallow them whole-wait a minute. The man paused, his breathing still as shallow as when his consciousness died however he can't recall when it was that he felt like it…the feeling that he had been drowning with his throat stuffed raw with the cold freezing temperature of a lonely death as his fingertips shivered and shook.

What…am I…

The first thing that came to his mind as a memory of a lake stretching out in a large expanse with him arguing with someone, a large towering shadow of a man who glared at him with insults and pummeled him down. He recalled the sight of the falling snow trees as he argued back jabbing a finger in him as he stormed off not looking back, and then…the sound of metal hitting his head with force just before his body was lifted into the air and flung onto the ice, his body riveting from the second and third shots to his legs and abdomen before a few well-placed shots meant to extend his torture while he coughed out trickles of his blood semi-conscious memories of the dark leaning figure smirking as the ice gave way, his cheeks which were turning cold from skin to icy glass became a nightmare of drowning and kicking. He blinked, his fingers scraping the concrete which he had found himself plastered onto, the black gritty road pieces with warm tar and smell of rubber caused a reaction with his nose prompting the man to hold his breath in disgust at the close proximity to such a foul stench.

Screw this, what the hell is this crap? I was drowning, I was shot and unable to move…I died…

Yes, he was dead. He had to be, he saw his own vision and his legs and arms ignoring the pain as adrenaline took over his instincts making him pound and scream at the wall separating life from death, he was struggling and it was real to him…it was definitely real to him. So why then, why was he still alive from drowning and placed on the road? Did he get rescued? Was his supposed death perhaps saved at the last moment? Though his mind reeled back and forth with the questions of his survival or death churning and throbbing, the young teen felt a warmth stabbing his veins as if it were communicating to him that the events were some sort of fever dream the man ruffling his head.

Why…I did nothing to deserve this, but I am dead…this must be a dream, some sort of trick.

It had to be, it was rational to say, he could also say the drowning on the other hand too was a trick of the mind and he was just sleeping from a drunken haze, but he knew himself well and knew that would be out of the theories that could possibly happen. He wasn't an alcoholic, sure he tasted wine before but he was not the person to stick around after a few glasses for more enjoyment than he deemed necessary…he had not been in a drunken haze since three months ago where he tested his limits of drinking at home. The smell of the road was getting to him, the hot surface waking his aching body as the man decided to roll his body over instead before three sharp pains entered his stomach and legs prompting him to bite his lip at the sensitivity of his wounds the man opening a quivering eye to look down his inner man telling him to look and live through the pain.

"…"

He couldn't respond to the sight, his eye falling onto the two holes that were present in his black pants, the crimson trench coat he wore having another hole torn in the fabric where his stomach was prompting the man to rise to a kneeling position before his arms gave out his back barely holding him upright while he glanced closely at the wounds he had sustained. From his personal experience, he shouldn't even be able to move much less be able to talk about it due to the pain but what he saw next when he observed the wounds started giving him a hard time to imagine that this was even reality, his rational mind beginning to explode in his brain from trying to come to terms.

"!"

There is…

What greeted him were empty holes with clear pristine skin smoothed over the so-called bullet wounds that he had sustained from the attack was instead replaced by brown stains of dried blood and torn clothes but nothing indicated any sort of injury harming his limbs or his stomach.

What is this? What is going on here?

Meanwhile

"It's done, it's all finally done and complete! The principal is dead, the school is shut down the final game can begin anew soon!" A single woman laughed as she placed her hands on the controls she held in the palm of her hand, the woman laughing again this time with mirth and madness in her tone before the sound of air being sucked out of the room alerted her to another presence, the woman losing her laugh as she glared with disdain at the interruption from her own work unfolding as another explosion rocked the building causing a small quake. "What the hell are you still doing here?"

"I want to report that all is well, the guns and weapons are making good progress in wiping out anyone getting too close to save those trapped inside. Your game will be given the upmost security," the monotone voice reported the presence of the other person in the room somehow making the woman spiteful as she turned to round on her disruptive guest, putting her face near the other person's with glaring intensity as she hissed out the words, "yes, yes I heard them screaming everywhere on cameras! They aren't a problem, woohoo, go me, now get lost and prepare for the second phase! By the way, did you even memorize the frigging script I gave you on that part of the plan for later when our participants wake up?"

"Yes."

"Well then! Go frigging do them then, you worthless bitch I have work to do and murders to plan…despair for all!" The woman waved her hand rudely as the second person left, leaving the woman at the console desk to mutter and punch more buttons in response to the interruption of her fun watching as more policemen and military forces were pushed back by the combined arms and surge of mobs swarming towards them as gunfire and tear gas were thrown in reply, the masks however protected the crowd, the woman giggling in suppressed joy as she saw the authorities fall.

"Upupupu…the plan is just the start."

"Warning, warning: Intruder detected nearby on the track field. I repeat, intruder found on the track field." The woman immediately widened her eyes as she glanced at one of the many screens which depicted the open track field with a large road, the glimpse of a small black figure standing upwards prompted the woman into action as she clenched her teeth. "Damn it, of all the places an intruder could-Mukuro! Stop playing dress up and get to the track field! There is someone out there who has infiltrated your 'perfect' defense! Stop gawking and find him!"

With our stranger

"Ugh…" The throbbing pain in his brain was subsiding now, the teen standing tall as he felt more warmth and blood pump into his once dead veins pushing himself up to his feet as he wiped the semi-long bangs of white from his face allowing him to see with both eyes, squinting his bloodshot left orb while he did so staring aimlessly at his surroundings which were obstructed by tall walls covering the facility he recognized as some sort of education center or school…though from the sheer size of the large area he couldn't tell the difference. Feeling his arm going numb, the teen decided it was best to find a spot to rest as he turned to look at the inside of the building noting the small glass doors.

"Great, that's the entrance, I should get inside and see whether anyone can tell me what is going on in here," the teen spoke as he slipped through the glass doors which opened with a click, the action did surprise him but he reasoned that there were people watching him as he noticed a not so subtle camera tracing his movement its scope zooming in on him as he decided he had to call out, raising his voice to alert the inhabitants in the building…if they are existent.

"Hello, hey! Anyone here?" Nothing...He turned his head in a semi-circle reminding him of a search mode that characters usually do in video games when observing their environment, his eyes catching sight of rows of lockers each with a personal tag placed on the face while dozens of shoes littered both the stone floor and the small boardwalk which consisted of the hallways on either side as he registered the various objects. A school? He shook his head, he did not have the time to mess around as he raised his voice again breaking the uncomfortable growing silence which was weighing heavily on his mind.

"Uh, hello…anyone here in this place, I need a place to rest." The man called out as he heard a deathly silence, the man waiting for a few moments before he heard no reply and turned to one of the hallways which stretched out from the empty hall to his left, the dark ambience giving a sense of creepy. "Ok, this is downright creepy, the cameras are working and moving so that should mean I am being watched…so why the hell is no one answering, isn't this a school day or am I missing something critical here?"

"Upupupu…" The teen now shivered, his head spinning wildly around as a small mocking laugh echoed through the empty space of the hallway as the teen faced nothing but black the rays of sun which had shone with upmost brightness was dimmed considerably as the dark corridors became a bit more creepier. Shaking his head the man decided it was best for him to trudge onward and see if he could get some help, the crimson-coated man unbuttoning his coat allowing a gust of air to breeze through his exposed chest beneath a single layered shirt of brownish grey with a zip going up to his neck, the teen pulling said zipper down to give himself more room to air. "Okay, that was creepy as shit, and the hallways are getting more sinister here…what kind of school gives off this vibe? If this is some kind of haunted school shit I hope this is just a dream...next thing there might be some Sachiko Lucky Charm shit and I'm just in the living hell."

Clack.

The man heard a sound of running footsteps as he looked around to see nothing yet again, the pitter patter still being distinctly heard as the teen was now feeling a bit of panic setting in the sandy white-haired male unsure of what to even do as he gripped his fists one to his heart while the other at his side with a bit more force placed in the gesture, the earlobes prickling in alertness for any sound that might have escaped his notice though it didn't take long before he could hear it again with more clarity.

Clack.

He heard it again, the man now beginning to step cautiously as he went into a fast walk preparing to find any sort of stairs before a shadow passed in front of him going towards a pillar frightening the man as he turned to see a nearby door by which he could retreat to, the man clutching the knob of the door and opening it to hide inside, the man using one of the nearby cabinets to seal the entrance making sure he didn't make so much noise as he turned around to gaze at his surroundings the darkness not giving him a hint of where he was as he stretched out his hands in the dark feeling empty air.

Great, I am blind in here…there is no exit out the way I came from, whoever that was knows where I am and I need to defend myself just in case, but I need to have a weapon.

Glancing around, the teen eyed the room and then back at his feet where he could only see the outline of his shoes the dark clothing he wore for that day provided no luminescent fabrics to give him some overreach of sight, prompting the teen to move cautiously across. What was with the place, he could tell that there was still some sun up in the sky and it was clearly afternoon when he was outside which begged the question of what happened to the light? There were clearly windows, maybe if he could find one at the sides…fumbling, the teen decided it was best to continue walking to his left shuffling his feet slowly across the floorboards wincing as he heard the creaks in volumes in his ears as he crept noisily his hand stretching out to a random direction while his other hand was lowered at his waist level shivering as he scraped against rust. Distracted, the teen eyed his right hand which had brushed against the rotting metal before the thump of the door alerted him to the presence he was escaping from as he throw his lot in with the rusted desk, pushing it down in front of the entrance as he waited patiently for what would be the inevitable. He didn't need to wait too long before the whirring of something approached the room's entrance sealed by the metal cabinet.

What he did not anticipate was the explosion that blew off the door throwing him and the desk to the far end of the classroom slamming his back against the chalkboard while he ducked hearing the crash of metal against the wall as papers fluttered around him covering his body in litters of the damned paper as he found himself panicking, the explosion and the presence becoming something tied together as he closed his eyes beginning to whisper a familiar tune to calm himself down from the approaching robotic steps, his mind rationalizing that he should be at least happy he wasn't in that kind of school.

"Because I'm happy/ clap along if you feel like a room without a roof…"

"Because I'm happyiiieee…*cough* *cough* crap I think I lost my voice," a small weak and insignificant voice was heard whispering softly in the middle of the ominous steps approaching him, the man hearing the thumping of metal being ripped open from its joints and bolts, the man barely registering the voice that soon came after the voice of authority speaking calmly and stoically to him in the midst of the chaotic background of shattered door splinters and twisted iron rusted rods which littered the ground creating some scene from a disaster movie as the teenager tried to regain his focus. "You, what is your name?"

"W-What are you trying to-?" The man didn't even get to say anything as a loud shot rang out just past his ear shattering part of his hearing while he clutched his left ear in utter horror the sound of ringing and white noise creating a deafening combination to his already damaged ears causing his head to spin from the impact of the round embedded in the chalkboard, prompting him to shut his mouth in both terror and a hint of despair in his grim looking situation the young man turning his head to his left to see nothing but splinters of wood which littered the whole room from the sheer force of the punch while stacks of paper were falling all around him while he felt a chill run down his spine. The female didn't even bother to ask what had happened, the large black and white bear behind the shadowed figure moving aside to allow some space as the woman with a smoking rifle glared at him in silence walking towards the end of the room where he was situated in, the young man looking frantically for a weapon before a click stopped his movements freezing him in his tracks forcing him to stay put.

"Just who are you?" The woman asked again this time more slowly and promising of pain if he ever tried to make a break for anything as she readied to fire. Holding up his hands, the man simply stared up at the intimidating gunwoman who was glaring down at his beaten body just before he turned his head feeling the giddiness from the explosion jarring his ears, a pinkie reaching to his right to dig out the white noise while he glared upwards at the figure while he tried to see who she was.

Damn, I see no other weapons to use or any other type of shield…anything I want to reach or get to are too far away, I'll be shot if I try to charge there!

"Depends on who you are talking about right? What does this unremarkable man have that interests a girl with a rifle so much?" The young man said rhetorically as another warning shot grazed his leg this time causing him to jump slightly at the attack his words dying in his throat before a shot to the wall next to his face scarred his cheek the man wondering what the point of her shots were for just as he brought a thumb to smear the crimson red blood running in a small waterfall stream, the sight of his blood surprising him and caused the woman to narrow her eyes hiding her surprise. "Huh, you…"

"What is? Just what the hell are you on about right now, woman?"

"Your blood, it is red." The woman's statement threw the man off who raised both brows. Was she just plain stupid, or was she playing Captain Obvious here? Shrugging his shoulders the man used some of his exhausted strength to cross his arms lightly over each other his palms resting on his elbow and chest splayed out like a corpse. "You ever did an IQ test based on human common knowledge, cause I'm pretty sure it's general knowledge that blood has always been proven to be red." He stated plainly before the woman reached for her thigh where an army knife was holstered securely drawing it from its sheath causing the man to shrink into his ball of fear further his mind screaming in the back of his head it's utter and complete refusal of the circumstances.

Oh crap, no I don't wanna die right now! See, this is what you get when you insult a woman's intelligence no matter the situation or the reason! I hope if this is indeed the end for me, this is just quick…

*splotch*

"…?" The man waited a few moments, the weird sound alerting him to something else happening as he realized that he was still breathing instead of ending up slumped on the floor with something hard entering his head. Confused, the man slowly opened his flinching and scared eyes looking up at his assailant who had cornered him in the small office and then at the knife which was scarring the palm by which the female had caused, noting the obvious injury that had occurred as the teen shot to his feet a look of concern flashed on his face the dire situation that was once echoing in the back of his mind was pushed aside by his humanity as he struggled to stand from his frightened position curling in the corner.

"Crap, stop hurting yourself!"

"Don't move," the teen stopped at the sound of the gun safety going off forcing him to come to a standstill in his actions feeling the tension return with a lot more pressure on his body to stop from going to her aid, the man unable to take his eyes off the hand that was injured as the woman with the rifle sheathed the knife into her thigh while the groaning of the large robot bear could be heard as the teen stared with a gaping mouth at the sight. It was frightening, it was a little above his height but it carried a menacing smile while a red glowing eye from the black half flashed its laser at him sharpening its metal claws slowly the sound of grinding metal torturing him with images he didn't want to see however the woman called to him. "Look."

"Just what were you thinking with this-huh?"

She was stretching out her hand, the scar was deep and definitely painful to watch as he saw the exposed skin beneath…however that wasn't the only thing that grossed the heck out of him but what was surrounding the open wound, and what was bringing ultimate confusion to him as he continued to blatantly glance at the wound shocked that she would do something like it while also the blood that he expected to be covering it. "It's…pink? What kind of a sick joke is that? Why is your blood even pink, that's bullshit right there!"

"Your blood is red, yet it is a well-known fact that blood is usually in spills of pink…something that you claim is wrong in your circle of logic and eludes me," the woman spoke nonchalantly as she observed the blood prompting the teen male to glare at her while he spoke gesturing to her hand. "Please, the wound will get worse…you would need some help, bandages, first aid."

"I am fine though I am quite surprised, your concern should be with your life hanging in the balance rather than a small flesh wound the enemy has self-inflicted," the female spoke as the Monokuma bear walked out of the room leaving the two to their own devices, it's programming telling it to move outside to deal with other disturbances while the female gripped her rifle in her one hand aiming the sights down at him. "Now, my sister wants you dead…and I will hate to disappoint her by simply letting strangers walk around freely in here like they own the place."

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about? Where is here exactly, and just who are you to shoot civilians? Your sister? This is getting too weird for me to handle." The man massaged his throbbing veins which were beginning to stick out of his forehead, the man's mind however beginning to place some questions of his own as he caught sight of a school uniform completed with a kevlar body armor the darkness blinding him from identifying anymore.

"Do you not know of Hope's Peak Academy?"

"!" The words struck a chord, a familiar ring to the name in the dark corner of his mind suddenly springing into motion as his eyes began to widen, his head with all of its rationality began to crumble in small cracks while the woman moved closer to his position standing atop the desk which he had disappeared behind from the massive explosion, the flash of a wolf's head striking a familiarity with him before the name flicked a light in his head.

"…Excuse me, what did you just say?" The teen's eyes were wide the moment the name of the school rang in his ears like a flag had been raised, the female soldier noticing the terror in his eyes disappearing as his brow furrowed along with other subtle cues, all thoughts of dying being pushed into the back of his mind as the soldier repeated loudly for him to hear as she tilted her head. "Yes, you are in Hope's Peak Academy, or formally an institution for the especially gifted…right now you are in the midst of a warzone and no one was supposed to enter here."

"Really now, so you aren't joking…but that can't be it there has to be some sort of explanation, or maybe a dream is what I'm getting now," the teen suddenly changed his demeanor as he muttered the last part to himself the gears in his mind beginning to churn recalling the familiar name from somewhere before an idea was starting to mold in his mind, the rustle of the rifle alerting him to think quick on his feet if he is to survive this. He stared up at where the barrel was poised above his head ready to fire on him before he counted his own lucky stars that he wasn't too late in speaking just as she pulled the trigger, the teen deciding to use his weakened voice for one single shout.

"Stand down, Ikusaba Mukuro!"

Bang!

A lengthy silence followed as the gunshot whizzed past his head for the possibly fourth time this day in a row, the crack of concrete and plaster pieces falling down near his shoulder powdering the crimson shoulder white the teen cracked open his right eye which was trembling while he awakened his vision to see the teen in front of him suddenly appearing in front of him as dark blank eyes met his own orbs of life and defiance lining the appearance.

"What…did you just call me?"

"You heard me, I know about you…Ultimate Soldier." The teen argued back as he glared at her matching her blank stare with his own gritted teeth, the revealed Mukuro leaning further in staring deathly as a knife poked the tip of his coat the feeling of the weapon scaring him with slight fear while she continued to speak in her monotone voice with a hint of suppressed surprise and anger layering over each other. "How do you-?"

"Know you? You won't believe it, but that's the true mystery…like I would tell you." The man gave a smile as his mind was literally shouting at him to drop his act when the knife began to pass the folds of his jacket reaching his shirt, the soldier saying nothing as she twisted the knife letting it hover over his stomach as the teen watched him intently. "How did you know my name, who are you?" Chuckling, the teen placed a hand over his forehead his mind going into overdrive as he tried to find a good reasoning for his life to be spared from his premature execution by knife, the man glancing at her as he closed his eyes breathing deeply for a second before he opened his mouth.

"I won't tell you where I came from-"Feeling the knife twist, he gave her the best 'unfearful' expression he could muster in the face of her demand seeing her glare before he held his face in front of her face, "Hey you were the one who wiped the memories of those students that you've prepared for your game up there…right? So that means that for you, there will be no answers."

"Quit playing games with me, tell me who you are and how did you know my name?" How did he know about Junko's plan to wipe the memories of the students? Wasn't he an intruder without prior knowledge? A member of the Council perhaps who escaped the initial game? No, that can't be it…something, there has to be something he's hiding but I can't discern what.

"Says the woman who is participating in a game of death later, I would call you mindless and stupid. But since you are going to please that woman up there, I suppose I can ask for one small favor before you even begin." The teen countered as he saw Mukuro grew silent the knife still unwavering in her determination to follow her sister's orders, yet his words gave her pause as she gripped the hilt tightly somehow unable to find the strength to even drive the knife into the vitals of this man who claims to know her. Yet, in the back of her mind something was holding her hand back from doing so and the itch in her mind was starting to stop her from doing anything harmful to the man…and the thought of her actually hesitating now was starting to receive a slightly curious look as she paused to consider his words. What more did this man have to lose, many questions abound with his appearance and why he was here sure, but he wasn't going to open his mouth to speak about things either…which left her to remove the knife from his shirt but not far out to stab him if he tried anything suspicious.

"…What do you want?" The mention of the answer decided to hit the man as he smiled, a grin on his face as his next words shook the surprise out of Mukuro's own mouth with a gentle and yet confident smirk. "This Game of Despair that your sister Junko is holding…I want in on it, and you're going to help me get into the game."

End

This is the pilot chapter, it's a way to ease off some stress I've been having so hope you enjoy this one chapter.

There isn't going to be much of an author's notes as I am still trying to fight my stress, so excuse me if I do not go on to talk about the story a little more apart from the title screen that you see describing the summary of the story.

Character backstory as I said wasn't on my mind right now, so I will do that later.

Hope you have a good one,

VI