Danganronpa IF: Maizono no Jikan


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Chapter 1

"Hi, I'm Sayaka Maizono. I look forward to getting to know you."

I introduced myself to this boy the same way I did to everyone else around me. But, this boy is not one to whom I needed to introduce myself. We had gone to Blackroot Junior High together. We were in different classes sure, but I had seen him around the halls and I believe the same true for him. Of course, he's changed so much since then. No doubt I have too. He probably doesn't even remember me for anything other than a pop idol.

But I remember him more than I remember most of the other students who I studied with in Class 4. I remember watching him as he nursed an injured crane back to health all by his lonesome.

That sweet, normal kid: Makoto Naegi.

Now, I lay on my back, facing the ceiling of this room. "Kill or be killed." That black and white bear says that our only method of escaping this school - this PRISON - is to kill one of our classmates without anyone finding out we did so.

I shift, and roll onto my side. Those horrible images from the DVD I was given replay over and over in my mind.

"I need to get out of here." I wimper as a tear falls from my eye. I clutch the pillow my head lays upon. Before I roll out of my bed, a plan hatching in my mind. All I need, is his cooperation.

I walk out of my room, and clutch both of my forearms. As an idol, it's second-nature to me to fake a smile, but I can just as easily fake any other emotion. Placing a mask of fear on my face, I slowly knock on Makoto's door. "Sorry to bother you, but... something weird just happened."

"Something... weird?" Makoto ushers me into his room, and I begin to see my plan unfolding.

"Just a little while ago, I was laying down in my room, and all of a sudden, my door started rattling and shaking." I eye the decorative sword the two of us had collected earlier in the day. A tear comes to my eye.

"Um, if you don't mind, could we maybe switch rooms? Just for tonight?"

Makoto and I agree to switch rooms, just for tonight. My plan has been set in motion. If my target acts like I think he will, there's no way I'll be in this prison for another night.

"See you in the morning." I tell Makoto, as he backs out of his bedroom and into mine. As I hear my door click closed, I get my preparations done. First, the note.

I get out the knife I pocketed from the kitchen earlier. I'm about to commit murder. I almost laugh to myself. What am I doing!? Why is this happening to me!?

Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star, was my target. It all went to plan. He never suspected a I never expected to happen was that he would fight back. He grabbed the decorative sword and used its sheath to block my knife. Then he broke my wrist before I could flee into the washroom for safety.

"What are you doing!?" I hear a voice from the other side of the door, but it's not the voice belonging to the Ultimate Baseball Star. No, it's the voice of the Ultimate Lucky Student.

"Makoto!?" I crawl up to the door, and slowly open it. My broken wrist should hurt like crazy, but the confusion and the adrenaline must be numbing my senses.

Through the crack in the door, I see the two standing face to face. Leon's face is as white as a ghost's. Though I know differently, Makoto believes that Leon's attacking me in cold blood. I should feel relieved but... I don't.

I see Leon glance towards the dresser, where he had put my knife after I dropped it. Makoto does not seem to notice, but I understand as I scream out to him. "Makoto! Run!"

Makoto, a look of surprise on his face, screams out my name in confusion, but does not move an inch. As I feared, I watch as Leon thrusts the long kitchen knife into my friend's stomach.

It all happens in slow motion. The shaking of Leon's hands, the way he twists the knife to dig it deeper into Makoto's torso, the way his face slowly morphs from worry to confusion to a deep-seeded despair. "Being positive is, like, my only good trait." Makoto had said earlier in the day, but as he screams out in pain, the only vibes I feel from him are those of despair.

Leon looks down at his hands, caked with blood, then at Makoto, laying down with all his blood slowly pooling around him. I hear Leon curse once, then again, before he runs out of the door. "Shitshitshitshitshit..." he whispers the entire time he does so.

After making sure Leon has left, I slowly creep open the door fully. Crawling towards him, I see him smile. "Say...aka..." he mutters. His voice is barely audible, and his face blurs as tears fill my eyes. "You're safe... I'm... glad... I hoped..." he gasps out as his heavy eyelids fall. I scream out his name, but he doesn't answer me as he closes his eyes.

I don't know for how long I sit there, but I do. Sobbing my eyes out, I hold Makoto's hand close to my heart. He didn't deserve to die, and it's all my fault he did. If I wasn't so selfish. No, if that stupid bear didn't give me that DVD, then everything would have been fine. Makoto would still be alive.

"That certainly didn't go how I thought it would." a high voice squeaks from behind me, and a black and white shape fills my vision. "In all honesty, I thought you were going to be kicking the bucket. Not, Makoto here."

I grab the bear by what I assume would be his neck, and try my hardest to suffocate him. With my bum wrist, the only think I manage is a weak squeeze. He laughs at me, before brushing my hand away. "Come with me, I'll fix your wrist right up. It's the least I could do for you considering how poorly your murder attempt played out."

I hesitate for a moment, but as he spoke, he seemed to release the floodgates. All of the pain in my wrist that I should have felt since Leon broke it flew into my body. I winced. "Fine." I look away from him. Away from his stupid red eye.

The next thing I know, I'm falling into darkness. Monokuma's shrill "upupupu" echoes through the shroud of shadow, as does Makoto's last words.

"I hoped."