New story coming in. Just a little something I felt like doing. I know there are a lot of writers out there who love coming up with new variations on the mutual killing game. And there will also be something of a side plot going on as well. Quick warning, there will be scenes of erotica in this story, but they will be kept to a minimum since they are not the main focus. Disclaimer: I do not own Dangan Ronpa.
Chapter 1: Sayaka Maizono
Makoto Naegi slowly stirred from his sleep. The last thing he remembered was trying to break up a fight between Byakuya Togami and Mondo Owada, only to have Mondo slam his fist right into Makoto's face. When Makoto looked around, he saw he was in a bedroom of some kind. Well, more like a dorm room, since they were supposedly inside Hope's Peak Academy. He also saw Sayaka Maizono sitting on a chair next to him. Startled at her presence, he quickly bolted upright. "Sayaka?," he said in bewilderment, "What's going on? Where are we? Why are you here?"
Sayaka giggled. "We're inside your room, Makoto. After we checked to make sure you were still alive, I brought you here and stayed by your side until you woke up." Makoto couldn't help but blush. Out of the fifteen students trapped inside the school, Sayaka was the only one he knew beforehand. She was a top music idol, always hitting number one on the charts. She also happened to have gone to the same middle school as Makoto. And, to be frank, Makoto had always had something of a crush on her. Which made it all the more surprising to hear that she not only remembered him, but had been hoping to get the chance to talk with him.
After the two of them headed for the cafeteria, they were met by the other students. Each of them had been chosen to attend Hope's Peak Academy for various talents they possessed. Makoto, on the other hand, was simply chosen by a random lottery. However, instead of the regular school year they were all expecting, they were thrown into a dangerous murder game by a mysterious animatronic bear called Monokuma. The only way to escape, according to him, was to kill another student. Luckily, no one was in any hurry to go ahead and commit murder. They decided to try and band together to find a way out on their own.
Well, most of them, as Byakuya, the scion of the greatest high-class family in the world, decided the so-called "game" would be worth his interest, and kept himself separate from the group. As did Toko Fukawa, a well-known romance novelist. In fact, Makoto could almost swear Toko was close to hovering around Byakuya. As for the rest of the group, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, an exceptional prefect, took charge. "Let's begin by discussing what we have found in the school so far." Just like a regular game, Monokuma had set rules to give the illusion of order in a clearly chaotic situation. One of those rules was that the students were permitted to search the school at their leisure.
However, for now the students were confined to the first floor, and a few rooms on that floor were blocked off. Still, there was plenty to talk about. The iron plates on all the windows were solid, as was the metal shutters in the gym, and the large mechanism on the front door. In addition, Kyoko Kirigiri, a mysterious girl who seemed to prefer to keep to herself despite assisting the group, brought out a diagram that suggested they were in fact being kept inside Hope's Peak Academy. "Cheer up guys," said Aoi Asahina, a champion swimmer, "With how long we've been here already, it's only a matter of time before people get worried about us and send the police."
"I wouldn't count on that," came a familiar voice. The students all turned to the head of the table to find Monokuma sitting there. "Really, all the police are good for is acting as foils for major criminals. Regardless, I've recently come to an epiphany. Here I've provided all the major elements to a good mystery... Good location, great characters, exciting premise. And yet there hasn't been a murder yet. Then it hit me. I had accidentally forgotten to provide a motive. Head down to the A/V room, and you'll see what I have in store..." And with that, he disappeared.
Sure enough, when Makoto tried the DVD that was provided, he saw something that chilled him. At first it was a happy scene, just his family congratulating him on being accepted into Hope's Peak Academy. But then the scene turned dark, and Monokuma's voice came in, implying something bad had happened to Makoto's family. To make matters worse, the only way to know whether or not they were okay was to "graduate". In other words, Makoto had to kill someone to see his parents and sister again. "What is it you want, exactly?," came Kyoko's voice as she addressed Monokuma, who was eagerly watching from a monitor in the A/V room. "Simple really," Monokuma replied, "I want despair, plain and simple."
Monokuma seemed to have gotten what he wanted right away, as Sayaka, completely shocked and horrified by what she saw, quickly ran out of the room. Makoto hurried after her, finding her in one of the empty classrooms. "What did we do to deserve this treatment?!," Sayaka said, clearly frantic. "Sayaka," Makoto said, "Try to relax. Listen to me. Whatever it takes, I'll get you out of this, somehow..." Though he really wasn't sure what he could do. Later, just before nighttime, Makoto got a knock on his door. When he opened it, it was Sayaka. "I heard some scratching noises just outside my door earlier," she said, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid someone may be trying to kill me."
As she sat on Makoto's bed, Makoto said to her, "It may not be safe to stay in your room alone. Maybe... You could stay in my room tonight." About a dozen thoughts suddenly zoomed through Makoto's head as he realized what he was implying. And he quickly shook it to clear them. It was not the time to be thinking like that. Sayaka couldn't help but giggle at the sight. "Actually... Maybe you could stay with me in my room and... Keep me safe. I know I can trust you, Makoto, so please?" She gave that same dazzling smile that always seemed to fill Makoto with hope. "Sure," he said with a nod.
Of course, Makoto didn't expect that Sayaka would let him sleep in her bed right next to her. He could feel his heart racing as the very smell of her permeated his nostrils. He soon fell asleep, his mind now filled with pleasant thoughts. When he woke up the next morning, Sayaka still sleeping next to him, he knew it hadn't been a dream. As the two of them walked over to the cafeteria, Makoto noticed his door was wide open. "Oh crap! I forgot to lock it last night!" Worried that someone might have snuck inside, Makoto and Sayaka looked inside.
There seemed to be evidence of a struggle going on in the room. "This doesn't look good," Makoto said. Suddenly Sayaka let out a loud scream. Makoto turned to see her in front of the bathroom of the dorm. Makoto looked inside and screamed himself. Inside the shower, a knife sticking out of his stomach, was Yasuhiro Hagakure, a well-known fortune teller. It was clear just by looking at him that he was dead. The two screams quickly caused the rest of the students to come running to Makoto's room. Naturally they were all shocked to find Yasuhiro dead. As could be expected, a couple of the others murmured suspicions about Makoto or Sayaka being responsible.
However, at that moment Monokuma decided to show up. "Well, this is a little unexpected, but it looks like a murder did wind up happening. As you all can see, Yasuhiro Hagakure has been murdered. And one of you is the culprit. But you all still have a chance to punish the guilty party. You see, now we move to the next phase of this little mystery... A class trial." The idea was simple enough. The students would be given time to find clues regarding who could have killed the victim. Then, using what they found, they would proceed to the trial, where they would debate as to who the culprit could be. Once the debate was over, a vote would be held. If they got it right, the culprit would be executed. If they got it wrong, they would all be executed in the culprit's place.
As Makoto agreed, Sayaka became his assistant in the investigation. "What was Hiro doing in your room in the first place, Makoto?," she asked. Makoto shrugged. "You got me. But with my room left wide open when we were in your room, pretty much anyone could have snuck in. The curfew we agreed to was self-imposed, and not part of the school rules. So it is possible someone had snuck out of their room." That's when Kyoko walked up to the two of them. "Makoto, there's something important I need to ask. Are you a neat-freak by chance?"
"Not really," Makoto said, "I mean, I'm no slob either, I just walk the fine line in-between. Just average, like everything else." "Then it's clear the distinct lack of hair in this room is the result of someone else," Kyoko noted. She held up what appeared to be a well-used lint roller. Sayaka quickly checked the waste bin in the room, but it was empty. In addition, Aoi mentioned that a knife had gone missing from the kitchen. In all likelihood, it was the same knife now embedded in Yasuhiro's stomach. Aoi swore that when she was in the cafeteria last night, all the knives were still there. It was only when she went back to her room that she noticed a knife missing. Finally, Makoto convinced Hifumi Yamada, a well-known otaku and doujin artist, to unlock the furnace so they could get a look inside. Makoto and Sayaka noted that there were signs it had been used recently.
The students soon stood in the trial room. "One thing before we begin," Kyoko said, and she pointed to a black and white photo of Yasuhiro, a red X having been spray-painted over it. "What's the deal with that?" "Oh that," Monokuma said, "It seems so sad that poor Yasuhiro has to be left out just because he died, so I had this placed there as a stand-in." "Very well," said Celestia Ludenberg, a notorious gambler, "Then what of the extra, empty seat." Sure enough, there were sixteen seats, but only fifteen students. "That doesn't mean anything," Monokuma said, "It's just that this trial room can accommodate up to sixteen people is all. Now, shall we proceed with the trial?"
"So here's what we know so far," Kiyotaka said, "Yasuhiro was murdered, and Makoto and Sayaka discovered him in Makoto's bathroom." Mondo, a biker gang leader, scoffed. "We know that much already. Hell, we were all there when those two screamed." "Yasuhiro somehow made his way to Makoto's bathroom," said Chihiro Fujisaki, an expert computer programmer, "And there he was killed without a fight." "You've got that wrong," Makoto said, "Me and Sayaka saw definite signs of some kind of struggle in my room. Whoever killed Yasuhiro, it's clear he fought back."
"The evidence of a struggle was as plain as day," Byakuya said, "Were you even paying attention, Chihiro?" Chihiro hung her head. "No... I'm sorry. Seeing the body got me all frazzled." "So Yasuhiro somehow made his way into Makoto's room," Celeste said, "Where he met his killer. They fought for a bit, and the struggle led to the bathroom, where Yasuhiro was killed." "So we have a good grasp of the sequence of events," said Sakura Ogami, a well known mixed-martial artist, "We should now turn our attention to the murder weapon." "It must have been the blade sticking out of Hiro's stomach," Sayaka said.
"So the killer took that dagger," Mondo said, "And fucking shanked Hiro on the spot." "Actually," Makoto said, "It wasn't a dagger. It was one of the kitchen knives. There's a whole row of them hanging up, and from the look of it, one of them removed." "Well fine," said Leon Kuwata, a all-star baseball, "But you know all this talk is just making it easier to finger you." "Huh?," Makoto said, "What do you mean?" "Duh," Leon said, "Hiro was found in your room. Since all the rooms are locked, and we each have the key to our room only, it's pretty clear that the only person who could have killed Hiro is the one who owned the room."
Makoto couldn't help but feel how dumb that sounded, like Leon was jumping to conclusions. "Staying silent, huh?," Leon said, "That hesitation just proves it." Junko Enoshima, a popular fashion model, just laughed. "This isn't a crime drama on TV Leon. Just because someone is staying silent doesn't mean they're automatically guilty." "Besides," Kyoko said, "It's impossible for Makoto to have done this. If he did, he wouldn't have needed to remove evidence." Leon raised an eyebrow. "Huh? What are you talking about." "I think I get it," Sayaka said, "Kyoko mentioned during the investigation that there wasn't any hair in Makoto's room."
Makoto nodded. "If I were the killer, I wouldn't need to get rid of my own hair. It is my room after all." "Perhaps you did it to remove any evidence of Hiro being in your room?," Celeste suggested. Leon facepalmed. "Babe, even I know how stupid that sounds. If Makoto didn't want anyone knowing Hiro had been in his room, he would have removed the body itself." "But hold on," Mondo said, "If Makoto isn't the killer, how did Hiro get in his room?" "Because my room wasn't locked," Makoto said, "Last night, Sayaka talked to me about feeling scared that someone was trying to kill her. After discussing options, she asked me to stay with her in her room. I was there the entire night, and the following morning, I noticed my door was wide open and realized I'd forgotten to lock it."
"Isn't that against the rules?," Hifumi asked. "Actually," Kyoko replied, "The rules state we can only sleep in the student dorms. It doesn't say it has to be our own dorm." "Perhaps Sayaka is simply an accomplice," Toko suggested, "I've seen those two together quite a bit since we came here." "I doubt that," Kyoko said, "The school rules state that only a person who kills someone can graduate. If that's the case, what is there to gain by being an accomplice? Especially since Makoto has already vowed to find a way to... Ah." "That's right," Toko said, "It's pretty clear that Makoto isn't the killer, but what about Sayaka? She could have killed Hiro, and then tried to take advantage of Makoto's kindness to frame him." "No, I don't think so," Aoi said, "See, I was in the cafeteria around the time the knife was taken, along with Sakura."
"That's right," Sakura said, "Sayaka was not the only one frightened by yesterday's events. Hina, too, desired some company from a person she knew she could trust. And during the entire time we were in that cafeteria, neither Sayaka nor Makoto entered the cafeteria or kitchen." "What about... Hiro?," Toko suggested, "Given the state of Makoto's room, we have to assume the victim may have been the one to start the fight." "No," Aoi said, "Hiro didn't come in either. Come to think of it, the only person we saw enter the cafeteria was Hifumi." Hifumi suddenly became flabbergasted. "Well... It's true I entered the cafeteria, but I didn't take a knife from there. Besides, there's no proof of when the knife was stolen..."
"Actually," Sayaka said, "I remember Aoi saying that it was right when she was returning to her room that she saw the knife was missing." Hifumi gulped. "Hold on," Chihiro said, "Wouldn't the killer have a lot of blood on them after stabbing Hiro? So, why is there no blood on Hifumi?" "He could have simply changed clothes," Kiyotaka said, "It shouldn't be so unusual for a person to have multiple copies of the same clothes. I myself have several identical uniforms to the one I'm wearing now." Leon snickered. "I somehow doubt anyone else here is like that. But there is the possibility the killer could have used the laundry room."
"Impossible," Byakuya said, "The water in the building doesn't run at nighttime. The killer would have found the laundry room useless." "The killer couldn't afford to have bloody clothes in their room," Kyoko said, "They would have been found during the investigation." "I think I may have the solution," Makoto said, "The furnace. It's normally locked off to make it more difficult to dispose of evidence, likely to make way for more complex mysteries. However, when me and Sayaka checked it, there were signs that it had been used recently." "But who could have gotten in to use the furnace?," Chihiro asked.
"As I recall," Kyoko said, "One of us was to be given custody of the furnace key each week." Sayaka nodded. "And when me and Makoto had to check the furnace, it was Hifumi who let us in." Hifumi shrank at the sight of all the stares he was getting. "I should have guessed it," Leon said, "The second the discussion got to the removal of evidence, I had a feeling it would be the person in charge of the furnace." Hifumi gulped. "You... You don't understand... He was... He was going to..." "We can hear the whole motive thing later," Monokuma said, "Because it seems you've all made your decision. So now you must take your vote. Keep in mind that all of you must vote, and the decision is based on majority."
Once the votes were tallied up, there was a sudden burst of confetti and fanfare. "You got it!," Monokuma said, "It was indeed Hifumi Yamada who killed Yasuhiro Hagakure! Good job! Then again, it wasn't that hard. Heck, my original plan A was harder than this..." "What the hell Hifumi?!," Mondo said, "What could have possessed you to do something like that?!" Hifumi sighed. "I wasn't able to get much sleep because of those videos. When I saw Makoto's door was wide open, I became worried. I feared someone would take advantage of the situation. I snuck to the kitchen to obtain a suitable weapon, then waited just out of sight. When Hiro showed up and walked inside, I quickly followed him."
"You must have gotten his attention first," Kyoko said, "To find out what he was up to." "Indeed," Hifumi replied, "He spouted some nonsense about Sayaka inviting him to her room. Everyone knows her room was the one next door. Heck, you could see it on the faceplates on the doors." "It...," Sayaka said, "Wasn't nonsense..." "Come to think about it," Leon said, "If he was telling the truth, I could see him taking the open door as an invitation and going right in, not caring what room he was in. Heck, if I got an invitation from the Ultimate Pop Sensation, I'd jump at the chance." "Guess it's a good thing for you Sayaka changed her plans," Monokuma said, "Anyway, now that you guys know the whole story, it's time for the good part. Hifumi has been found guilty, and must now be executed. And I have the perfect punishment in mind for the Ultimate Fanfic Creator!"
A big red button rose up in front of the bear, and he hit it with a small hammer. Hifumi was quickly dragged off into a small chamber. Inside, he was caught in a small city-scape, with a giant Monokuma attacking it. Suddenly what looked like a pudgy magical girl flew onto the scene and started firing lasers at the giant bear. The giant Monokuma returned fire, and Hifumi wound up getting caught in the crossfire and burned to a crisp. The normal Monokuma started laughing after that. "Extreme! Talk about an awesome ending. Well, you guys are safe for now, so you might as well get some rest. You'll have a special gift come the morning I think you're gonna like."
Makoto once again found himself in Sayaka's room. After what happened the previous night, he didn't feel like sleeping in his own bed. "Makoto," Sayaka said, "I have something I should say." Makoto raised his eyebrow. "The truth is," Sayaka said, "I was honestly considering killing someone. When I saw that video... I saw my friends... They... They weren't moving." Makoto couldn't help but feel sympathetic. "I had sent that letter to Hiro's room," Sayaka continued, "Planned on framing you... But, when I saw that smile you always have... I changed my mind. Suddenly, it didn't feel right to use you like that."
Makoto smiled and pulled Sayaka into a hug. Suddenly relieved, Sayaka returned the embrace. "I was actually afraid... That you'd hate me..." Makoto shook his head. "I could never hate you, Sayaka. Besides, things turned out differently, so it doesn't really matter what you were planning." Sayaka wiped a tear from her eye. "Makoto, do you remember there was someone I had feelings for." Makoto nodded, wondering where she was going with this. The next thing he knew, Sayaka planted a kiss right on Makoto's lips. "That person is you, Makoto. I've been in love with you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
Makoto smiled. "This may seem cliche, considering you're an idol, but I've had a crush on you for the longest time." Sayaka smiled, and they kissed again. This time, they opened their lips a little and began rubbing their tongues together. Subtly, Sayaka guided Makoto's hand under her skirt. While Makoto didn't resist, he did chuckle a bit. "Isn't this a little fast?" "Well, in this situation there's no telling if we'll survive," Sayaka said, "So I think we can be justified speeding up our relationship like this." Makoto smiled as he rubbed the area of Sayaka's panties that lay over her pussy. "Good point," he whispered in her ear.
Soon enough, Sayaka got so hot she decided to take her blouse off. She then gently removed Makoto's hoodie and shirt. They kissed again as Makoto ran his fingers over Sayaka's breast. Finally desiring more, Sayaka liberated Makoto's cock from his pants. "Hold on," Makoto said, realizing where this was going, "Aren't you worried this will ruin your idol image?" Sayaka shook her head. "Fans always love it when an idol meets her true love, so anything she does with him after that declaration means nothing to them. And we've all got to grow up sometime."
Smiling, Makoto pushed aside Sayaka's panties and gently entered inside her. Other than a small amount of pain as her virginity was taken, the experience was truly pleasant for Sayaka. She embraced her lover as the two of them continued to move as one, their pleasure continually rising. "Stay inside until the end," Sayaka whispered to Makoto as she felt her orgasm coming closer. Makoto nodded and kissed her again. With one final thrust, Makoto shot his entire load right into Sayaka's womb. Thoroughly satisfied, the two of them fell asleep in each others arms.
Inside her secret control room, the mastermind looked at her fingers, now wet from touching herself while watching Makoto and Sayaka go at it. "Damn, now I'm glad my first plan failed. I'll have to change up my plans a bit now, but it looks like things will still go smoothly. Also, I think I may as well keep Sayaka alive." She then realized something. "Come to think of it, in all the confusion from the discovery of the first body, I forgot something important. Maybe I can make up for it later, but for now I'll keep it on the back burner."
To be continued...
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