A/N: I had this idea in the back of my head for days and with it, an experiment to my writing style. I noticed that my old writing style didn't enrapture that person's POV quite well so I practiced that by writing in First Person!

That being said, please enjoy the fic! I'll work on the other chapters as soon as I can before Hinanami Week arrives!

"Heh. How lucky of me to find this waterfall in the middle of nowhere…"

I was mostly speaking to myself as I rinsed my body from the grime from the crash. What can I say really? My luck is the stuff of the legends! Sure, it was horrible luck to be caught up in a terrorist hijacking situation but surprise, surprise! An engine failure caused the plane to come crashing down to these cascading plains. Sadly, there were no survivors. Well, except for me obviously. I wouldn't be here enjoying this wonderful refreshing bath. It truly is an unfortunate turn of events, don't you think?

I hummed a happy little tune. Surely enough, it felt like I was being watched somehow. That would be really embarrassing. I'm perfectly exposed to the eyes of any unfortunate passerby who had to bear witness to my putrid body. What are the odds of that happening though? I'm not statistically nor mathematically apt, but I can guess that the probability would be… Hmm.

…Less than one percent, perhaps?

I chuckled once more. That would be an Ultimate Luck-level talent. Now, I can't accurately guess the odds of another person sharing the same cursed talent that I have. If there was, I pity them. I would gladly end their life if they so wished, just as long as that was their hope.

I grabbed the shampoo that was situated on the rock to my right and slathered it all over my messy hair. Oh, that wasn't mine by the way. I give my silent thanks to its late owner for bringing such a valuable item in their travel. After I thoroughly massaged my hair with the foaming liquid, I applied the hair conditioner, which, again, wasn't mine, in the same manner. My surroundings now smelled of a soothing minty scent. I closed my eyes and let out a long satisfied, "Ahhhhh..."

I think I might have urinated a little too…

Hm, doesn't matter.

Stepping out of nature's shower, I grabbed a clean towel and dried my hair then moved on to my body. For the record, I lost all my baggage from the crash. All that remained were my traveling requirements and clothes to last for an additional week. I suppose the former doesn't matter now, does it? I did the final touches of refurnishing my body and eventually, I felt cleaner than before.

The sun was getting too bright and hot so I donned the straw hat and shades that belonged to the first victim of the terrorist, which just so happened to be the one sitting right next to me. What I currently have is a menagerie of things that don't belong to me. I simply scavenged the remains of the crash. These things would be useless for dead people, so better if I used it for myself, right? Anyways, among these things were a compass, a multi-purpose Swiss army knife, a dark green long coat that fitted me loosely, a fully-loaded pistol that came packaged with 2 additional cartridges, and an interesting folder about Hope's Peak Academy.

I really am lucky, aren't I?

I placed the coat, pistol and its ammunition in my backpack and pocketed the knife. In one hand, I held the compass and used it to guide me and in the other, I held the folder. I glanced at the compass and realized that the needle was spinning all over the place. I tossed it aside and figured that my lucky streak was bound to end anyways. I picked a random direction and started walking towards the sun while my eyes focused on reading the dossier.

As I was reading through the file, I was starting to get bored from all these flavor text about research data, budget plans and that appalling talentless side of the otherwise great academy. The only interesting thing about this so far was the fact that I was actually in the same plane as a scientist from Hope's Peak. Automatically, they were considered a symbol of hope to my eyes. It caused me great despair to lose an important person from the whims of my luck but there is no sacrifice too great to producing immense hope. Their hope was too weak and frail. In the end, this scientist wasn't really a worthy symbol of hope, but just another piece of fodder to feed to the worthy ones.

I flipped over to the next page and my interest was quickly returning. The words "Hope's Peak Academy 78th Class" was typed in bold letters and on the next 14 pages, I saw the beautiful faces of my underclassmen. I can sense the hope brimming from their images. I quickened my pace and spent the whole day studying these next Ultimates. I never questioned how a scientist was able to procure files about the upcoming Ultimates. I guess it was just a stroke of luck on my part.

These dossiers never went into full detail about their personal lives. All it showed were their talents, gender and some basic likes and dislikes. Skimming through the pages, I recognized some of their names: Maizono-san - the Ultimate Idol, Fujisaki-san, the Ultimate Programmer, Ogami-san - the Ultimate Fighter, and Togami-kun - the Ultimate Heir. Ludenberg-san looked interesting to me, as her name reminded me of Sonia's own. I would need to investigate this further before I make any conclusions.

Now, there was this one girl who caught my interest just by her name. I read it a few times in my head.

"Kirigiri Kyoko. Kirigiri Kyoko. Kirigiri Kyoko…"

Now, where have I seen that name before?

Kirigiri…

Huh, what a surprise! It turns out that this Ultimate Detective was actually the headmaster's daughter; even the expressions aren't that different! Kirigiri-san looked so serious, even in this casual portrait of her face. Then again, the mark of a good detective is their ability to disregard their feelings to find the truth, no matter how painful it may be. I heard that the Kirigiri's were a long running line of outstanding detectives, known for their unbreakable poker face. Like father like daughter, I suppose- however, it was a shame her father gave up a great family tradition in pursuit of an even greater ambition.

Imagine the disappointment his family must have for him…

I skim over the next few pages, only taking in the quickest of glimpses of their faces and talents. As I turned over to the 14th page, my foot tripped over a stone and my face ate a mouthful of desert sand. I coughed out the sand that was in my mouth. Due to the sand, my tongue became incredibly dry and I was suddenly overcome by a severe case of dehydration and hunger. The oppressive heat of the sun was making it more difficult for me to breathe.

"...Just my luck..."

I scrounged all over the pockets of my beige trousers and backpack. I didn't even need to bury my hands inside those pockets to know that I didn't bring any food nor water. It was…discomforting, to say the least, to know that I might slowly rot away on this unknown landmass, forgotten and discarded from memory like trash. Ahaha, I know I've been saying that I *am* trash, but to die a pointless death is something I do not want happening to me.

I stood up, brushed the sand off my clothes and picked up the scattered papers from that little accident. With how poor my memory is, I racked my brain to rearrange the papers in disarray. After quite some time, I had finally brought back the documents to its former state- minus the sand of course. I resumed walking in the same direction as before and I continued reading.

The last person on the list was a short boy named "Naegi Makoto". I was quite disappointed to see that Naegi-kun, despite being an Ultimate at something, looked horribly bland and normal. He seemed to have no redeeming qualities about him. My disappointment grew much, much more once I saw his talent.

He was just another average-looking, talentless person picked from the other average-looking, talentless people at a lucky draw. In other words, he was the next batch's Ultimate Lucky Student. I hurriedly flipped over to the next page.

My wandering on this desert went on for hours and hours. My body was already nearing its limit. I could feel all my functions beginning to shut down as I fell to my knees and crawled towards a nearby shade…

…Only to find out that it was just a figment of my imagination. Obviously, there were no covers to be found to hide against the overwhelming sunlight on a desert.

I could not muster the strength to stand up anymore so there I lay, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, waiting until the inevitable comes. I used what little strength I had left to lift my backpack and bring out the long coat to cover me from the heat. In the last moments of consciousness that I had, I closed my eyes and remembered the last thing I read from that file.

Kamukura Izuru - the Ultimate Hope…

…And with that, the light suddenly vanished from my world and I fell into the longest sleep I've ever had for years.

A/N: Relationships and characters will be added as story goes along.

I'm bringing back my old End Notes in here. Please tell me what you think of my fic thus far! I'll be accepting concrit so feel free to point out any mistakes in my writing! I'm still inexperienced in writing stories, remember?