A/N: Welcome to my story about Yasuhiro Hagakure x Yasmina Tsukamoto. It's basically a Dangan Ronpa fanfiction, and Yasmina is an OC. I just felt like Yasuhiro needed someone, but not the other girls. This is regular day life or so with lots of flashbacks. I call this more of a test story because, I'm honestly a better short story writer. Plus, I always feel like I'm not writing good enough. I like a lot of how this is turning out (currently) and probably how it will turn out. I've desired of making one of those 100,000+ words stories. Can I do it? We'll have to see. Enjoy! And even if you don't, I won't really care because I have to put my thoughts on a computer. (And because I love this couple!:)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Yasmina and obvious OC's if they weren't in Danganronpa.

Yasuhiro Hagakure awoke when the sun, peering through the blinds that folded neatly over the window, waved at him to get up. Of course, the sun wasn't really waving, he just thought it was since today marked the first day of being married. He was over joyed when he finally got to kiss the woman of his dreams to seal their marriage. Yasmina Hagakure now, was an astounding woman, and quite sexy in her night gown especially. He stretched out widely in his large bed, and slung one arm over his newly wedded, who was still asleep. He pressed his body against hers, leaving cold breaths down her back where the slit of her nightgown opened up. Finally. She was his, as he as always wanted. Nothing more. Forever he had dreamed for this day to come forth and present it to him, arms wide open and readied. In his school, he had to sabotage every gathering or so called "date" Yasmina had. It might of been mean, but he knew she was his and no one could take her from him.

No, he wasn't insane, or crazy just for love. He just wanted to be loved, and wanted to love the girl he felt had never been appreciated. She grew up with it tough, her dad killed her mother and he abused her regularly. He had recalled the event when he firstly understood why she had always gone to cry on his shoulder.

"Oh, he's so cute in that one!" A fourteen year old Yasmina Tsukamoto sat next to Hiroko Hagakure, mother of the fourteen year old boy, Yasuhiro. He could hear the two chatting happily as he sat bored in his own room, working on homework. "Oh my goodness," Squealed the younger girl. "Look at him when he was a baby! His hair's so big! Oh- and how you kept him in that little pouch!" Nodding, Hiroko smiled gleefully. "He's always been my big baby since his father and I broke up." Saddened at the thought, but still curious, she spoke. "How was it when you and your boyfriend broke up when you were expecting?"

In a deep state of though, she whisked around her pink curls, thinking and rubbing her piercings. "Not bad. I knew he couldn't be the father I expected him to be. Between us," She leaned in to whisper to the girl. "I think Yasuhiro is too much of a sweet pie to be mean." Giggling like a school girl, she and Yasmina laughed loudly. "I wish I had a mother like you..." Sighing loudly, she rubbed her temples. Hiroko Hagakure was a kind and generous woman, despite her delinquent self. She was the only one who, besides Yasmina, believed her father had murdered her mother. She also knew about the abuse and always told her to call the police if needed.

Finally rid of his school work, Yasuhiro hopped quietly downstairs, awaiting to speak to his best friend and mother. Before walking into the living room, he backed out when he saw Yasmina sobbing her eyes out. "I-I-I, I wish that everything could be normal." The older woman rubbed her back, comforting the blonde haired girl. "I wish so too. Honestly, bless his heart, but even Yasuhiro doesn't know and wouldn't be able to help you. We can't tell him though. This is to stay in between us. Understand?" Nodding confidently through her tears, she she sat up, "Understood." '

What were they speaking about? Thought the boy. What was going on? Had they been keeping something from him?

"I'm use to the abuse, it's normal now. As long as I hide it from Yassy." Yasmina said, referring to the nickname she gave her best friend.

"That's good to stay positive. At least maybe some hope will shine through."

Never forgetting what he heard that day, Yasuhiro remembered it for future reference.

Slowly rising from the bed, he tip toed out of it and neatly covered his wife's sleeping figure. Silently, or at least what he thought was, he tried to move his large feet around every crack on the stairs. This was the special day and he didn't want to ruin it first off with her not getting enough sleep. They lived in a regularly bigger house than most, for she had inherited a lot of money from her grandfather. He made decent amounts with his personal job of reading and telling fortunes to people.

Honestly, in his opinion, he thought of himself to be more of the stay at home dad who simply took care of the children and developed a nice relationship. Wait. What had he just said? Children. He and Yasmina had never discussed kids. They had just gotten married, therefore he thought it wasn't needed. Stunned, he stood with his bare feet gripping the wooden floor. Thinking a bit harder, time had lapsed back into another memory he had forgotten when he was younger.

"I'm never having kids," An older, more matured both physically and mentally Yasmina declared. "They seem too much of a pain." She and sixteen-year-old Yasuhiro lay next to one another on the grass, staring at the clouds together. "Just like me. I was always too much of a pain." He chuckled at her light joke, and she returned it with a kind smile. Turning his head to gaze at her, she did the same. "You're always a pain." He said seriously, "And that's why-" In between pauses he took his hands and begun to tickle her. "You need-" She was laughing in an uncontrollable fit. "To be punished." Yasmina couldn't defend herself, she was laughing too hard and so was he. Kicking and screaming in joy, "Stop stop! I get it!" She yelled, still not being able to contain her fit.

Finally when he stopped to catch his breath, she took the moment to strike, "I've got you now!" She tackled him over from his back and they rolled around playfully through the grass. Rolling down the hill, they ended up on top of another, grass covering them from head to toe. "Wouldn't it be fun to have kids though?" He asked, dusting himself off and sitting up back to back to his best friend. "What makes you say that?" Came the confused reply. "I don't know. Just the fact they might be a blast. Sure it'll be hard, my mother raised me single handed, eyes closed, hands tied behind her back," He joked. "You get the point."

She brought a finger to her mouth, rubbing it against her lip. "I still don't want kids." The tone made him wince, and even her. It was a bit harsh, she admitted. "Aw, come on, why not?" He nudged her, poking her. "I'm serious Yassy. I don't want them." He was the one person who could make her care so much about a topic, and it frustrated her. Like he was doing to her now. "Why not?" He growled. "I just don't! Got it? Now stop asking me!" She practically screamed, and not in a light tone of type way. He was starting to make her get real upset. "Seriously! You don't have to over react! I was just asking a question!" His deep voice cut the string of emotional veins through her. She wasn't sensitive but this was a sensitive and a topic not to be taken lightly.

Her best friend was mad at her. Was she that much of a horrible person? "Dude, I mean seriously." Yasuhiro said, calmly, but still with a certain sharpness. He groaned, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "Look. All I did was ask a question and you took it wrongly." Enraged now, Yasmina pushed herself up with force and held her pointy, bony finger directly in his face. "This is now my fault?" She cried, forcing him to the ground with just one pointer finger. "I don't want kids and you keep pushing this outrageous topic! Can you not back off?" This was the only person who could really make his wheels turn. He loved her to death, but sometimes she proved why girls were complicated.

"We're only sixteen!" She huffed, her chest moving up and down with every fast, quick-drawn breath she inhaled and exhaled. "The perfect time to start talking about it!" Okay, even for him, he thought that sounded stupid. Why couldn't he just shut up? She was the school's debate team leader. She could argue against him in anything and always be right. Perhaps, urgent life topics like these couldn't be won or lost? "We're teenagers!" She rebutted. "And that means what?" He yelled back, slapping her finger away from his face, "And get that away from me! You're not my mother, dammit!" Placing her hands on her hips, Yasmina stood centered in front of him, in a motherly stance. "Well you're acting like a two year old! So obviously I need to be your mom right now!"

Placing a finger in each ear to block out all sound, she begun to scream constantly.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

"No! We should talk about this!"

"It's not like we're married!"

"Well obviously I'd divorce you right now!"

That hit her hard. One argument like this would lead to divorce? Was she a horrible person? Or far worse? "Shut up!" Turning on her heel quickly, she began to storm away. He chased after her obviously. They were just two kids arguing in the middle of a grassy field. "Is the reason you don't want kids is because you're afraid that you'll end up like your dad?" He shouted, not giving one care about what happened. Only for him to realize his huge mistake. He covered his mouth, although it wouldn't help. The damage had already been done.

"Wh-what did you say...?" A huge lump formed in Yasmina's throat. Whipping her whole body to turn around to face him, it was clear she was crying now. She never cried. Never. Except because of her dad. "Who told you that?" He stayed silent, keeping his head down in shame. "Who freaking told you that! How did you know! Did you see that in your stupid crystal ball? Did your mother tell you? Did you spy on me? You pervert, you probably have spied on me loads of times! Disgusting creep, stay away!" She understood her claims to be false, she was just wildly upset. "I didn't mean to..." He mumbled. Yasuhiro had tears forming in his eyes. For a grown teenage boy, he couldn't conceal his emotions with his best friend.

"It was when you were talking to my mother about your.." He swallowed hard. "Dad. You two were looking at pictures that day." She recalled that day quite clearly infact, remembering it to be just yesterday in her mind. "You had no right to listen in and eavesdrop on that conversation! I don't care if it was by accident or not, you should've done the right thing! You never do the right thing! Those boys you hang out with are cruel and bad boys! They've turned you into a nasty person!" Crying still, she ran as fast as she could away from him. He held his arm out, en stretched for her. He was brought to his knees in a quivering heap of loneliness and desperation.

Yasuhiro Hagakure couldn't function without the love of his life.

That stood true after all these countless years, which in reality were only a few. Forced to swallow again all the torment of that day, he walked into the kitchen. Turning on the coffee pot, he waited in silence for it to turn on and heat up a little. He moved casually to the living room, adjusting the nicely placed, red curtains that hung over the seals of their windows. Yasmina had insisted she wanted it to be a lovely home, one that welcomed people when they came in. With the help of his mother and a few extra hours of time, his wife and his mom worked as a team to make the house look inviting.

He supposed it was a fine enough home for their future years together. Opening the blinds of the window, he peered out staring at the backyard. He wandered to the front side of the house and did the same, spying his neighbor. The same poky brown hair. The same rich dark, chocolate eyes. It reminded him of Akio Tsumana, also the most popular boy in school at his time. Also the guy who almost stole Yasmina straight from his arms. She was lucky he was there to assist her, especially with the whole Akio incident.

In the light, sea green of the cushioned living room, Hiroko sipped her green bubble tea on the couch. Next to her was her son, his feet on the coffee table, and his arms folded behind his head. He had been instructed to drive Yasmina to a certain restaurant for her big date with Akio. Her car was currently being repaired since someone ran into it the other day. It pained him when his mom asked him to take her to this special event. Sure he admitted his best friend was gorgeous and amazing, but it seemed as if everything guy in the school wanted her badly.

He had accepted that she may of found someone, but when his ears heard the excruciating pain of the name "Akio Tsumana", he panicked. The most player of a guy. The most athletic of a guy. He was liked by everyone. He heard a story it took a few tries for him to get Yasmina to agree to head out with him for a night. Good for her. He taught her well. Like a little alert, he perked up, sitting up when he heard the sound of a door open and close. In a cliche fashion, Yasmina walked down the stairs as Hiroko silently smiled and Yasuhiro looked amazed. She was beautiful. Simply wonderful. She was fitted into a short blue dress, the trim a bit of a darker blue, adjusted with a few white spots. Blue diamond earnings dangled from her ears, swaying with the smallest bobble of her head.

Man, he wanted to howl. She sure had legs. He had to stuff down his growing bulge, knowing he was getting turned on at the sight of her. He couldn't help it, could he? "You look wonderful!" Hiroko squealed, grasping the teenage girl and wrapping her into a tight hug. "Thank you!" Yasmina nodded. "What do you think, Yassy?" She asked her best friend, giving him a quaint little spin. He was speechless and he could've swore he was foaming at his mouth. "You-you-you..." Giggling, she spoke for him. "I-I-I?" Swallowing for what seemed like the tenth time that day, out of anxiousness, he could finally talk once more. "You look nice." He pleaded in his mind for him to say different. She looked hot, amazing, lovely, beautiful, smoking, whatever. She looked fabulous. Disappointed in a simple compliment, but otherwise glad, she waltzed over to him, holding out her arm for him to take.

After pictures, they walked out of the door into the night.

After, many, many, many pictures later.

It was thought of that Hiroko would bombard them with all the memories.

They weren't even dating.

It embarrassed him.

Yasmina loved every minute.

She appreciated this time with him.

Getting out of the door was finally successful.

The wind was rough tonight, blowing his hair sharply. That big Afro thing, or what even was it? He liked his hair, and secretly she loved it too. Holding the car door open for her, she released his arm and sat down in his truck. His big baby, she rolled her eyes. Yasuhiro turned the keys and started the car, hearing the engine. This car was going to last a long time. His best friend, Kazuichi Souda had worked on it for him. His girlfriend, Mahiru Koizumi offered Yasuhiro that she could take professional pictures for him if he ever wanted to sell it. She had a real gift in photography. Just like his Yasmina could argue about the color of the sky...and win.

The car was filled with silence and when they drove off, darkness engulfed them and he had to turn on his head lights. He steered one handed, weaving his way through the traffic just for her to be on time. It might've not been him in Akio's spot, but he could certainly help her enjoy it. Arriving and forcefully slamming his foot on the brake, he saw Akio turn, awaiting her. Yasuhiro assisted her out of the car once more and handed her off unwillingly to her date. He was ordered by his mother to wait for her event to end. Which could be very long.

He just had to wait.

Just like he was waiting on his coffee. Seriously, how long did it take for it to boil up? Heat up? Whatever. Honestly he wasn't a morning person. Of course, everything he failed at, Yasmina was an over-achiever. She could get only a few hours of sleep and still make it through a full day. How she did it, no one knew. It was a mystery. Forever and ever. When the coffee was finished, finally... he took it from the pot and poured him a mug full. He liked his coffee black as night and as uneventful as a school day on Monday. He wondered sometimes how he and Yasmina came to be. She was opposite to him in so many ways. She loved sugar in her coffee and couldn't get enough. She'd dump the whole thing in there if he let her.

Unknowingly, she never knew that he found her secret stash of candy. How could a woman eat so much? She said, however, inform him it reminded her of him. Sweet. After this, he was in a trance and let her do anything. That manipulative girl, he laughed to himself. Plopping himself down on the couch, he took his time with his coffee. Letting the memories indulge him in a world of happiness. But sometimes not?

"You look amazing tonight, quite ravishing," Akio said, cupping her cheek. Blushing, she swatted his hand away. "It's nice that someone thinks that." Inquisitive, "What do you mean?" He asked. "Yasuhiro just said I looked," Air quoting with her fingers, "Nice." She told her date. "You look far better than nice." He slid his hands down her back, and she quickly moved his hand back up. "Shall we go in?" Akio asked her, changing the uncomfortable mood. He held open the big entrance door, allowing her to go through. The whole time, Yasuhiro was watching from the side of his car. He was positioned with his arms crossed and one foot on the ground, one bent against the side. The popular boy gave him a quick horrific look, and flipped him off, leaving the other one astonished. So the man had guts did he? He could prove just to be as bad.

The couple stood at the front desk, "How many?" The hostess asked. "Two," Replied Yasmina. The girl winked at the duo, "Date night?" Akio nodded. "Follow me." As she guided them, the two followed her to a booth, where they sat down and received their menus. Snatching a toothpick from the center of the table, he leaned back and swirled it in his mouth. Trying to focus her attention directly on her menu, Yasmina looked up to see Akio staring at her. She raised her eyebrow, and he did the same, forcing a giggle from her. She had to admit, he was very handsome and funny. Maybe the rumors at school weren't true. Was he really such a player or just too good to be true?

"Sooo...?" He slid in.

"So?" She wondered aloud.

"Question,"

"I have an answer."

He cleared his throat rather abruptly.

He cleared it a few more times.

"Is this just a date or are we dating?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, first dates don't usually have to mean someone's dating. Just to kind of show off the possibility. You feel me?"

She nodded.

"I understand."

"Good good...so what's your answer?"

"We're just showing off the possibility. You feel me?"

Akio laughed. A defined laugh. A true one based on the sparkle in his eyes. He was thinking about this girl differently. Usually he got bored and just went through girls like they do shoes. She was on the swim team, she was head of the debate team, and she was basically a model. Who wouldn't want to be her? He'd rather be with her though. Wonder if she's good in bed, he thought, in his perverted manner. Has she even been in bed with another guy? Too innocent. Or is she?

"You're staring." Yasmina said, bluntly. Snapping back to reality, he banged his knee on the table.

"Fuck!" Akio screamed in a hushed tone. "Shit, that hurt like hell."

Shocked by the excessive cursing, she leaned back, her grey eyes scanning him.

"I apologize," He exclaimed. "I was just staring at how beautiful you are."

Awkwardly, but thankful for the expression of gratitude, she played with her blue dress. "Thank you.."

"Anything for you," He winked.

She blushed hard, hopefully he didn't notice. Luckily, she was wearing a good bit of blush so that'd help. She could still feel herself blushing.

"So princess, what do you think you'll be ordering tonight?" He asked. "Honestly," She scrolled through the menu. "I'll just be getting the steak." Akio nodded. "You?" Stretching and yawning, he fixed his collar on his casual shirt. "You'll have to see, princess." Rolling her eyes at the nickname, she placed her elbow on the table, her chin meeting with her hand. "Are you bored? I'm sorry that I'm not entertaining! I really do try!" She looked confused and hushed his rant, "It's fine. I do that when I'm thinking."

"What are you...thinking about?"

"Or who?" Yasmina winked.

This turned him on. She knew how to be sexy and mysterious. What a perfect girl. Wiggling his eyebrows, "Was this certain person perhaps by chance," He paused. "Me?"

Outside the restaurant, Yasuhiro called his friend, Kazuichi. As the phone rang, he tapped his foot even more impatiently. "Yello?" Came a voice from the other side of the phone. "Kazuichi! What are you doing right now?"

"Uhh...hanging out with the girlfriend."

He could hear Mahiru in the distance. "Who are you talking to?"

"Yasuhiro."

"What does he want? I haven't talked to him in forever!" She said gleefully.

Clearing his throat, Yasuhiro begun to speak. "I need you and Mahiru to go on a date."

"Explain." The mechanic replied.

"Basically Yasmina is with her new boy toy," All of Yasuhiro's best friends knew about how he was in love with his best friend.

"I see, but what do you want me to do about it?"

"Sabotage it."

"How?"

"Take Mahiru on a date to their restaurant, it's called the Radiant or something. Distract Yasmina."

"Alright, but I want some time to hang out with my girl too."

Mahiru, who had been listening the whole time, snatched the phone up.

"Kazuichi hasn't taken me on a date in a month! Can you believe this bugger?"

"Sorry.." He murmured from the background.

"Oh hush up," She said. "We'll help you, so count us in."

In the present, Yasuhiro continued to slowly sip his coffee. Black coffee was the best, nothing but the bitterness and depressing taste. It pleased him for some odd reason he couldn't explain. He listened to the quiet sounds of his house, hearing the trees rustle outside. Bored out of his mind, he grabbed his crystal ball off the dining room table and looked into it. He continued to rub his hands around it, entertaining himself for a little while. People may have thought he was a liar, a phony, a fake. However, contrary to popular belief, he could predict things.

He saw Yasmina in the ball, and she was walking...

Where was she going?

He brought his face right up close to the ball. He widened his eye to get a better look.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

He screamed.

"Oh my goodness Yasuhiro, it's just me." The soothing sound of his wife's voice said.

Craning his neck around to gaze up at her, he placed his right hand on hers where it lay on his shoulder. It was funny how different their hand sizes were. She wasn't a short woman though. He was about 6'5, and her 5'11. "When did you come down?" Yasuhiro pondered. "I've been down for thirty-five minutes. You just seemed so interested in that crystal ball of yours. I didn't want to disturb you," She leaned over, "It made you look cute." The whispers tingled his ear. He grinned like a mad man, dazed and filled with delight.

Yasmina's attire was still in her black nightgown, it was Saturday and she probably didn't want to change all day. He didn't care of course, he preferred she stay in that. "My eyes are up here," She said, pointing to her beautiful light grey eyes. He got lost in them forever. His head snapped up, back to reality again. "Honestly, this relationship isn't going to work out if you never respond," She teased. Giving her a mock glare, Yasuhiro stood up from the table, wrapping his big arms around her. "I love you..." He whispered, huskily into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"I love you more, Yassy." Yasmina replied. He was still in his pajamas, a white shirt and plain red pants. Most guys slept in their underwear, but he didn't really like that. He was more comfortable with the extra warmth provided by his clothing. Patting his back, she let off the hug, "I need to make breakfast." She was the cook in their relationship. Yasuhiro's cooking was disastrous, having almost burnt down the kitchen proved her point. He had predicted something bad would happen during that time, and sure enough it did. His bad cooking skills that was.

Entering into the kitchen, Yasmina grabbed her supplies, which included: A pan, a bowl and some eggs. She turned the stove heat up to high, and placed the bowl on the counter. She cracked the eggs and poured them in, removing any parts of shells she may have dropped in the mix. She took a wooden spoon and begun to mix and work on the scrambled eggs.

Turning on the television, Yasuhiro sat on the couch, leaning back in the recliner part of it. He turned on a show about a medium who told people about their dead loved ones, shocking. From the back of the kitchen, his wife looked up to see what he was watching. It hurt her knowing she may never be able to talk to her mother again. But she had to keep moving forward. She couldn't let it drag her down into despair. Ignoring it, she kept cooking.

Zoning out and letting his wife do her thing, Yasuhiro sat silently, thinking back to before he was married to her.

Mahiru Koizumi and Kazuichi Souda stepped out of his nice car. She was dressed in a leather coat, because it was cold, black heels and a red dress with pearls hanging from her neck. He had on his regular mechanic jumpsuit, but she still loved him. Her heels clicked across the street as hand in hand, she walked by her boyfriend. "Here it is," He breathed heavily. "Radiant. What an odd name, don't ya think?" Mahiru nodded, and held her camera up, taking a elegant picture of the sign and the trees around it. "You sure do like your pictures. If we have kids, then you'll probably make them get a picture every year and-"

Realizing he probably said too much, he shut his mouth. In his eyes, Kazuichi had fear, he knew women didn't like talking about getting married or kids way before. Maybe they weren't even going to get married.

Mahiru blankly stared at him, she was nervous about this certain topic. "We'll have to see," She said told. "I'm sorry," He apologized. "I didn't know what came over me!" Laughing to herself, "No, no. It's okay. You don't have to apologize." Smirking, he resided his hand on her back and they stepped into the vibrant place. Colors swirled from every little particle.

"Man..." Said Kazuichi, looking around, "No wonder they call this place radiant." Nodding eagerly, Mahiru dusted her shoes off at the mat and went to the hostess, her boyfriend behind her. "Table for two please!" She said, cheerfully. "Alright, if you'd follow me," The blonde hostess grabbed two menus, then begun to walk off, her hips swaying with every movement. She had on a black skirt, which was a bit long. He couldn't help but stare, but Kazuichi Souda had his eyes directly on her rear. Noticing this, the photographer slapped him, "Sorry.." He smiled sheepishly.

Giving him attitude and leaving him behind, she walked off behind the other girl to their table. "Wait up!" The mechanic called out, chasing after them. Their so called table, turned out to be a booth in the end. "Here we are." Placing down the menus, the hostess waited for the couple to sit. Bowing his head slightly, he let her sit down first, followed with him plopping down. "If you need anything," Started their server. "My name's Asahina." She winked at the boy, which Mahiru saw. Grinning, he looked as she strutted away.

"Kazuichi!" She snapped. "I'm your girlfriend!" Swallowing the lump in his throat, "Sorry. She just winked at me and I got caught off guard..." He informed her, holding his hands up in surrender. Silence washed over them as Mahiru crossed her arms and looked away, leaving him to fend for himself. He was sincerely sorry for checking out his hot waitress - he slapped himself - but, he was just a teenage boy with hormones.

"Listen, I'm sorry."

Still having none of it, she refused to listen.

"Mahiru, please..."

She picked at her nails.

"Don't tell me you haven't looked at boys before?"

"I have, but I look away quickly, knowing that I already have one."

Groaning, Kazuichi found himself in quite a tangle.

"Seriously, please, I don't want to be the asshole in this relationship."

"Then don't," She replied, daggers sharpened in every word.

His hands forcefully hitting the table startled her to stare at him, puzzled.

"Listen and listen well. I told you I didn't want to be the mean person in this relationship, but you've done it again. Mahiru Koizumi, I love you and you need to understand that. I might look at other girls, but you're the only one who's got my eye forever. And if you don't like it, I'm sorry. But for fuck's sake, I intend to marry you one day!" He growled.

Stunned and speechless, she held her hand over her mouth.

"Nothing to say now?" He laughed harshly. "Of course not."

Sliding across his seat and standing up, he stretched, "I need some air."

In a rush, Kazuichi managed to bump into another man and storm out of the restaurant.

Mahiru's head turned swiftly, and it seemed as if in one flash her world was turned upside down. Her throat got tight and she felt as if she were about to cry. She ran to the rest room where she approached the mirror and stared at her reflection. She begun to full out sob and cry for her lover.

The big two doors which stood guard for the entry of Radiant were opened when a pink haired boy in his usual attire came out. A scowl plastered on his face and his hands gripped into fists. The windy air made him shiver. "She thinks she can fucking boss me around can she?" He muttered to himself, angrily. Kazuichi sat down on the bench, leaned back and held one hand on his forehead in exhaustion.

Don't get it wrong, he loved his girlfriend to death, but she could be a pain. Women were a pain. Their whole population stressed him out. But he couldn't be gay. Women were way more attractive. Well, the only thing that was attractive were females.

Yasuhiro, still in his car, saw his best friend upset. Running out of it and locking it, he jogged over to where Kazuichi was. "What's wrong man?" Sighing, he took a breath. "It's her."

Scratching his head, "Mahiru?" He asked.

Nodding, "She's being a real pain right now." Kazuichi said.

Patiently waiting for his friend to go on, the mechanic did.

"There was this hot server or whatever who led us to our table. I kept staring at her ass and it offended Mahiru. I couldn't help it."

Removing his hand, he sighed.

"Then when we got to the table and got seated, she winked at me and told me she'd be happy to help us. She probably meant me. I couldn't help but be a fool and drool over her, and then Mahiru got pissed, then I got pissed. I told her that it was the hormones. She wouldn't talk to me. Basically,"

He exhaled once more and continued with the last part of the story.

"I told her I loved her but she needed to piss off and leave me the hell alone because I want to marry her. You know I'm not good with words," He snatched Yasuhiro's collar and shook him, "Right? You know that?"

In a gentle nod of understand, Yasuhiro removed the other person off of him, "Dude. You need to make things right. You screwed up badly."

Holding his head and shaking, Kazuichi responded, "I know I fucked up! How do I make things right?!"

The fortune teller's eyes moved up to the left corner, devising of a plan. "I'm not sure. Just go in and talk to her. Admit you messed up."

The two began to discuss what exactly the mechanic would say.

Inside the bathroom stall, Mahiru finally rubbed away the tears. It's not my fault, she thought, honestly he's the one who should be apologizing! What if I say that and he breaks up with me? Then it'll be his problem! The voice inside said. It wasn't her fault! She didn't give a care honestly. He needed to be the one to say sorry!

She got up, kicked the stall door open, washed her hands and slung open the door. Swerving through the crowds of tables and people bunched together, she reached the two large doors.

Kazuichi Souda had his speech ready and marched away from his friend, thanking him. He reached the doors and his hand dove to open it, when suddenly it got throw open by none other than Mahiru Koizumi. Clutching his now bleeding nose in pain, "Dammit!" He screamed. Turning on him, she held an accusing finger pointed at him. "You owe me an apology. I'm not the one who should be sorry! Your stupid eyes were on her butt and you flirted with her!"

"Ow, shit, shit, shit..." He winced in pain. "You may be one of the stupidest cows out there, but I still love you. And I'd love you even more if you responded!"

Smirking through the pain, he hugged her, "I'm so sorry baby. I'm glad the Mahiru I know is coming out though. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you." His lips sunk her into a passionate kiss, although he was still holding his nose.

Mocking gagging sounds from the background, Yasuhiro walked over. Still in their long kiss, Kazuichi flipped him off. When they finished, Mahiru noticed the tall guy and tackled him into a hug, "Yasuhiro! I haven't seen you in forever! Much less talked to you! How are you?" Laughing, he replied, "I'm doing great. Very good. How about you?"

Returning his kind smile, she spoke, "I've been doing great. Until," She whipped her head around to glare at her apologetic boyfriend, "This bugger flirted with the hostess, but," Her eyes twinkled, "I guess I'll forgive him."

Leaning in for another kiss, Kazuichi smiled through it, his sharp, pointy teeth visible, "I knew I loved you, woman." Their lips touched and their jaws moved as they kept going in for more. Mahiru took a long, shaky breath and then moved her lips in sync with his.

Pulling away, she gasped. "We still have to check on Yasmina!" Groaning, "Ugh, I'd rather just make out with you all day then go do that..." A sharp glare from Yasuhiro changed his mind, "But hey, you helped me in the past! I owe you!" He nervously laughed. Sprinting behind Mahiru, he quickly caught up to her where they slowed their speed, until they sat the their table again. Ordering their food, they patiently waited, looking around for signs of Yasmina and Akio.

Unknowingly, the booth right behind them was where the couple sat. During the long period of drama, the two of them seemed to be getting along great. They still hadn't got their food, it'd probably take a while since it was packed out that night. "Tell me about yourself, since I've been mostly selfish with the tales of my amazing adventures," Akio chuckled. "What do you want to know?" The girl asked.

"Everything..." He growled huskily, his voice deep and sexy. "My favorite color is grey," She bobbed her head and went on, "Yasuhiro and I grew up together..." She thought for a quick second, "Honestly there's nothing more I can say. I'm not a self-talker." Intrigued, Akio was cunning and believed perhaps he could get rid of his rival, "Tell me about Yasuhiro. Your best friend, right?"

Yasmina nodded. "Ever since my mom died and my dad went to jail, which happened when I was younger, I lived with Yasuhiro and his mom. She loved having me." Quickly sympathizing, Akio gasped. "I'm so sorry about your mom. If you don't mind me asking...what happened?" Closing her eyes to re imagine the events in her mind, she spoke, "It's fine. My dad killed her when I was way younger. He just finally went to jail when I was fourteen." She said, with no cracking. She was over it. Sure it was sad, but she had to move on.

"Anyway, Yassy and I grew up together since our moms were best friends," She choked on her water. "When she was still alive. Then I moved in with them when my dad finally got caught something thousand years later and ever since I've lived with them." She begun to laugh, "It's so funny because when I first came to live with them, at fourteen, Hiroko, his mom, had to give him the sex talk and how not to spy on me even if he wanted to." Faking a kind smile and laughing along with her, Akio felt jealousy gnawing at his stomach.

"I trust him though. He's such a nice and kind person. I doubt he'd even like me though. But it seems now, I have you." Gazing into her eyes, the popular guy leaned over the table, ready to kiss her. He had waited so long for this. He's had always had a crush on her, much like Yasuhiro. When he was getting close, a single finger rested on his mouth. Shocked, he opened his eyes to find her finger there. "It's not time for that yet," She giggled.

"It's time for breakfast!" Yasmina called her husband from the kitchen. Groaning, he was forced to push himself off the couch. Finding his balance was tricky, he didn't realize his legs had fallen asleep. They tingled and felt mostly like knives when he started walking. Eyeing the plate of scrambled eggs, the aroma was brilliant. He had always liked eggs, especially when his mother made them for him and Yasmina when they were younger.

"This looks great." He announced. "Glad you think so." Pulling out the wooden brown chair, he proceeded to sit down in it and then scoot it back up. "Enjoy," She whispered, bending over to give him a peck on the cheek. Picking up his fork, he dug into his food, scraping the sides of plates to pick the pieces up. He shoved it in his mouth and swallowed. He continued eating as he witnessed his wife finally sitting down to enjoy her work.

Yasuhiro glanced over the walls of their house, they were decorated with lots of pictures and frames of the couple. One snapshot showed Yasmina hugging him from behind, smiling brightly. Another had him buried in sand with a mermaid tail carved out when they were at the beach together. A big grin was stuck to his face and his eyes squinted from the sun.

Pulling out his phone, Yasuhiro swiped to remove the lock and was met with the home screen. His background was of him and Yasmina kissing deeply, both of their eyes closed. He could've sworn he gave her tongue that day by accident. She loved it however.

"I'm tired, my goodness," she said.

"Haven't you already drank like-" He was cut off.

"Five cups of coffee? Yes. I have. I'm a morning person, but today I just can't wake up."

This made him laugh.

"Maybe..." Yasmina's voice turned into a seductive tone, as she trailed his chest with her fingers. "It's because I want to be in bed all day with you," She brushed her fingers past his ear and they reached the back of his neck, rubbing it tenderly. His skin was sensitive to her touch, but he desired it everyday. Pulling her in, he grabbed her jaw and brought it to his, kissing her with strength. With his eyes closed, all he could do was feel.

He felt her soft lips against his, his hungry lips chewing at hers. She gasped for breath then gave herself to him. Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and the other still on his neck, he moaned. They had never had sex before, because Yasmina wanted to wait. She was always such a tease, making it seem like she was about to. Their make out sessions just got steamy and nothing more past that. She was still a virgin anyway.

Or so he thought?

With his shirt finally unbuttoned, Yasmina rubbed her free hand down his muscled, toned body. She loved the way his abs felt against her hands. Yasuhiro kissed soft kisses down the sides of her neck, his head tilting with each one. He had already begun sweating now.

His bulge was growing with each thing she preformed. As she moved against him, he begun to cry out in shaky breaths. Forced breaths that were filled with pleasure. If only they could remove everything and get on with it fully. He grabbed some of her hair and twirled the light blonde locks between his fingers.

"I've been waiting," He kissed her. "To do this," another one on her neck. "Forever." Yasmina giggled in a school girl type of way and covered her mouth blushing. "You have the cutest laugh," he breathed out, still red from their intense session. "No," She shook her head. "I don't."

He nodded, "Yes. You do." Yasuhiro gave a long moan filled with satisfaction when she touched his bare chest. When they stopped, he whined, "I wish we could do it forever." Rubbing her hands through her long blonde hair, she faced him, "I know. I'm still tired though," She winked.

"Now's always the time." Akio protested. "You wish," Yasmina said, her lip spiking to one side higher than the other in a fashioned smirk.

"Hey," Kazuichi said, out of the blue. "What?" Mahiru replied. "Those voices sound familiar." Turning around in his seat, quickly, he saw Yasmina and Akio chatting pleasantly to one another. "It's them," The mechanic whispered. "Yasmina?" Sitting back down, he nodded. "Hate to break it to lover boy waiting out front, but she seems pretty happy." Getting a quick view of her own by standing up swiftly, the red head nodded. "I have to agree."

Sipping her ginger ale, Mahiru thought aloud, "I don't expect how Yasuhiro expects us to sabotage them." Kazuichi shook his head, "I don't either, but he told me as long as we spied on them." As if a light bulb went off above his head, the boy smiled a sinister smile. "I have a plan..."

Getting up and stretching his arms widely, "Man, thanks Mahiru for this amazing night!" He said rather loudly, attempting to attract the attention of his friend's lover. Looking up by the familiar name, Yasmina saw a pink haired boy, "Kazuichi Souda? Is that you?"

Smirking to his girlfriend, the mechanic turned around, "Yasmina! When was the last time we chatted?" Shrugging, "I don't know. Is Mahiru with you?" Mahiru was one of her best friend's forever since school. Excited, she rushed over to where Yasmina was sitting with Akio. "Mind if I sit here?" She pointed to the empty spot by her. "Not at all! Please join us!" Sitting down by the female, Kazuichi did the same and sat next to her date. "What's up bro?"

Holding out his hand in a fist bump style, Akio did just that, "Souda." He politely acknowledged. "Koizumi." Mahiru squealed in a not-so-Mahiru way just for show, "I didn't know you were dating Akio!" Yasmina denied it, "No. We're not dating." Smirking, "Yet." Her date added. "How have you been?" The photographer asked.

"I've been doing great, you? Any news about your relationship with Kazuichi?" She teased, playfully, using her fork as a pretend cat claw. "Great, isn't that a shock?" The two girls laughed, "I have a super funny story to tell you afterwards!" Mahiru felt glad that she had such a great friend she could be wild with. Especially since she was acting right now. "Ooh! How's Yasuhiro? I bet he's doing great! Haven't seen him in a while!"

Glaring teasingly at her, "He's fine, he dropped me off here." She replied. The waitress walked over, "I didn't know where you guys went, so I looked over and there you were!" She laughed, mentioning how Kazuichi and Mahiru switched tables. "I could just merge the table so the other one would be open?" She suggested. "Sounds good." She pardoned herself and went back to do that while the four ate in silence.

"Oh that reminds me," Kazuichi begun. Yasmina perked up. "Your car has basically a messed up engine, something with the gears or something. I can fix it for ya though." Sighing in relief, "Isn't it great to have a mechanic as a friend?" She laughed, the others joining except Akio. Grumbling, he continued to take his knife and cut his steak. They were stealing his personal time with his date.

"You okay there man?" Kazuichi joked lightly, "Ya seem to be nailin' the heck out of that steak! Got a grudge against it?" Obviously upset, Akio made his mind that he officially didn't like Souda. He was obnixous. He wondered how someone of the likes of him ended up with the most polite person, Koizumi? But even she wasn't acting herself lately. Well, it wasn't like he talked to them at school or anything.

Kazuichi's phone buzzed and he took it out of his pocket, looking down at it. "Who is it?" Mahiru whispered. "Yasuhiro." The text said:

Hey! How is it going?

Good, we've managed to distract them.

Great, keep up the good work.

Although it wasn't much, he enjoyed being encouraged and praised for his skills of distracting people. A ninja, he thought.

Again, an awkward silence hung over them. No one knew what to say, but Kazuichi and Mahiru were satisfied. They were the ones who had cause this. This despair for Akio? They both felt the tension, no matter what, it seemed the two were very happy together. Maybe they couldn't sabotage this. It was their destiny to end up together perhaps?

Clearing his throat, Akio begun to talk, "Yasmina. You seem like an eccentric young woman and I love that about you. I was wondering if you'd do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Yup, thought Kazuichi, they had failed. In a matter of seconds it seemed, the popular boy swooped up the damsel in distress into his arms and flew away. "I'd really enjoy that. You seem suitable." Yasmina answered. Wide-eyed, Mahiru coughed, "It was great to see you both!" Kazuichi signed the check quickly and the pair dashed out of the restaurant.

Yasuhiro saw them and ran over to the leaving couple, "Sorry dude." His pink hair blowing in the wind. "I wish there were more we could do. We still had an excellent date, did we not?" Mahiru blushed and nodded, "It just proved how stupid you could be," She laughed. "See ya later bro," They waved and hopped into the boy's car, "Ladies first," He said.

Driving away, it left a very confused Yasuhiro there and if as on cue, he received a text.

Message from Yasmina.

He swiped and the message appeared when he clicked on it, in big words it read: Thanks for driving me tonight, it was wonderful since my car was broken down.

Where was this going? Another text showed up when his phone vibrated.

Akio and I are officially going out, so would you mind if he drove me home? I'll be back around 10.

As if his whole world was crumbling beneath him and he fell into the darkest depths of the pits of the unknown, he stood still. Now a sudden headache and pain filled stomach, he replied back: Sounds great. Happy for you.

He was very much not happy for her. Climbing into his truck, he banged his head on the steering wheel over and over again. Was this what despair felt like? An agonizing pain that wouldn't leave no matter how hard you tried to shoo it away.

Yasuhiro was a mess driving, he got pulled over by a police officer who thought he was drunk and he tore up some of his front bumper. Reaching the garage, he pulled in and sat there. He leaned back and continued to bang his head backwards into the cushion. This day was ruined. He was glad his friends tried, but it just wasn't in their power to stop it. Throwing the garage door open to the inside of the house, Hiroko was waiting on him.

"Oh! Lovely! Don't worry, Yasmina already informed me she'll be back by ten, so you won't have to apologize." Noticing his bad mood, she couldn't help but wonder, "What's got you in a grumpy mood, mister?" She was still young, her pink hair still glistening in the light. She had him at nineteen and now he was sixteen. Wow, time sure did fly.

Resting on his mom's shoulder, she wrapped him around in her motherly love and patted his back like a baby that needed to burp. Most boys would be embarrassed by their mothers being so friendly to them, but he wasn't any boy. He was tough, but gentle. Much like her. She and his father never really got married, he wasn't ready for a child at all.

He let out of a sniffle and soon was crying on her shoulder. The thing about boys having to be all manly and never letting their emotions go? All a lie. He possibly lost the girl he loved, that would hurt any man deep in the heart. He couldn't control it anymore. "Y-Y-Yasmina's g-gone," He choked out barely.

"What do you mean? She's still with us?" Hiroko asked.

"That boy stole her." Yasuhiro had never really admitted to his mom that he had a crush on his best friend. She used to think he did when they were younger, but thought that was a one time thing. She gasped, "Why do you care so much?"

Laughing through the pain, he responded, "D-don't make me repeat it," Tears trickled down his nose and he wiped them off. He was bent down since his mother was way shorter than him. "I love her so much, mother."

Sighing, she honestly had no clue how to respond to it. She scratched at her piercings, "If it's meant to be, then she will come to you in the end, son."

Yasuhiro played with his large hair, "Goodnight." He whispered, backing off away from the hug to sadly go brush his teeth.

His mother was right in the end however, he finally did get her. And now she was back in bed at ten in the morning. She deserved the rest. She had to go through all those marriage procedures with him yesterday. He just couldn't help to think about his stressing life before they married. It felt like it was always a challenge just to keep up.

He wasn't the smartest, having failed about three grades. He kept up with the others because, the principals were nice and allowed him to only do a month's worth of that same grade's work, and then move up. That's how he stayed as the same grade as his wife. She was always all A's and the smartest girl in his school. Probably the most athletic as well.

Get you a wife who can do it all and be it all. Their children would be some of the best. Unless they inherited his dumbness. He was smart in his own ways, according to none other than Yasmina. The only person who really accepted him were his mother, Yasmina, his friends and Yasmina's mother when she was alive. Her dad never approved of him, always calling him a bad influence to his daughter.

Yasmina felt a little bad that she started dating Akio. Well, she was happy, but felt a stench of guilt as well. She always wanted to end up with Yasuhiro, but he never did ask her. She waited for years and years and nothing came. Paying for everything, they had finally finished their dinner date. "I want to show you somewhere special." Akio told her, she had no objections and followed him to his car. Taking her to the beach side, where the rocks stood big and the moon's face reflected on the glowing water.

"It's beautiful," She said in awe, amazed by the sight.

Behind them pulled up three of the most popular other boys of their school, with loud music playing.

"What's up guys?" Akio did some sort of secret handshake with each individual boy and then introduced them to his new girlfriend. "This is Yasmina, you must recognize her?" One the boys laughed, "I know her, of course. I couldn't miss a beautiful girl walking down the hallways every day, could I?"

She blushed and stood next to her boyfriend, a little odded out being the only girl out of five people there. She wouldn't get raped? Would she? Luckily she was skilled in self defense, but against this many? Of course not. Her best hope would be to run if needed.

Pulling off his shirt, it revealed his six pack of abs and his fit arms. He pulled off his pants and underneath was a swim suit. The three other boys did the same and ran into the water. "Come on, are you getting in?" They called to her. "I haven't got a swim suit! No one told me!"

Waving her off, "Just swim in your bra or something! Those work too right?" She didn't want to piss any of them off, plus she knew how boys could get. She could swim and probably run faster than most of them, plus she could call Yasuhiro. She always had a plan, she thought as she undressed. Underneath her clothing revealed her red, lacy bra and matching panties. Of course they were stylish, but nothing too revealing.

She hung her hair into a ponytail and then proceeded to run off into the water, joining the others.

Safe to say, she didn't get raped and Akio drove her home after about a forty-five minute swim. He lended her a towel and she dried off and changed back into her dress. "It was a wonderful night, thank you." Winking, he helped her out of the car then drove off, forming a rock star symbol with his fingers as he rode off.

Using her spare key to get into the house, Yasmina walked in on Yasuhiro on the couch watching T.V. and the lights off everywhere, indicating Hiroko probably went to bed already. She joined her best friend and sat down to watch another game show. "How was your date?" He grumbled. She assumed he was most likely tired, but he was jealous.

"Great." Looking over at her, he saw her hair wet and messy, "Did you go swimming?" Nodding, she answered, "Yes. Akio and I went swimming with a few of his friends." Growling he responded, "You went swimming with boys? What did you wear? I highly doubt you had a swim suit." She shrugged, "I went in my underwear."

This made him spit out what he was chewing on, "You went swimming in your underwear with boys? You could've got fucking raped!" He kept his noise level to a minimum.

"Yasuhiro, you know I don't approve of such language," Yasmina told him sternly, adjusting her seating position. "Does it look like I care? My best friend raped? I would've had to kill someone!" Grabbing his arm, "It's okay. I was fine. I thought about that too, but I had a plan."

Groaning, he snapped, "Are you delusional? You think a plan would've helped out? Tough shit you're in missy! When you get raped and come crying to me, don't expect me to care." Turning off the television and chunking the remote on the floor, he lightly stomped upstairs. He never lost his temper unless it was with her. He only did when it was someone he cared deeply about. Which was her.

He never exactly knew what she did after that, but things took a turn about she dated Akio for five long, dreadful months. She caught him cheating on her with another girl and she lost it. He let her cry on his shoulder and told her he wasn't worth it at all. He had her in the end and that was all that mattered. He was sick of thinking back about all the dumb teenage ears. He just tended to get lost in his thoughts.

He went upstairs and climbed back in bed next to his new wife, going back to sleep for a little while.

A/N: Basically, that's the first chapter. Sorry if it didn't flow together and if you didn't understand. The italics were memories Yasuhiro had and the other stuff was just modern day life. Chapter 2 and the rest of the story will be lots more drama!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Yasmina and obvious OC's if they weren't in Danganronpa.