"It's been a while hasn't it, sadly the news is not good. I will be cancelling all my Danganropa Fanfiction. There are multiple reasons for this, 1. The first reason is because i have school work and i can't dedicate myself to writing fanfiction for long periods of time because of school 2. To be honest, during a certain time i kinda fell out the Danganropa Franchise. Don't get me wrong i still like it but i am sadly not as interested in it as i once was. Those are my reasons for cancelling all of my Danganropa Fanfictions.

As for this Fanfiction, well it's not my own work but rather FloatingTriangles work on the Danganropa Reddit Page. I asked him if i could post it on and he was happy with it. Also this will most likely be very infrequent so don't expect this to be posted every single day. While i was originally going to post the character ideas that were posted on another Danganropa Reddit page, i decided against it because it keeps some surprises.

So let's get to the Fanfiction:

We Can Choose The Future Chapter 0

START

"Welcome to the seven o'clock news, I'm your host—"

You manage to slam your hand down, with practiced precision, on your alarm clocks off button.

Silence.

Even though you're groggy, you smile to yourself: you've managed to cut off that insufferable host once again. He enjoys saying his name way too much at seven in the morning, you think…

You hear your mother calling you from down the hall, early than she usually does. "She's probably excited," you think to yourself as you throw off your thin blanket with ease. "Never thought I'd follow in her footsteps." You smirk to yourself as you trudge out your doorway, towards the light in the kitchen. "That makes two of us."

Your guess is correct. Your mother beams at you from her seat at the table. Pots and pans litter the counter and stove, and a full breakfast is laid out at the table. Your stomach growls, and you rush to your seat and begin to wolf down everything within reach.

Your mother eats as well, but she can't help staring at you, as if she's trying to memorize everything about you: unruly brown hair that never looks the same two days in a row; your strange green-gray eyes; slightly crooked nose that never healed quite right after that one fight; that scar on your left hand, the slight discoloration that looks out of place considering your tan complexion. She drinks it all in, memorizing, remembering.

"Agro Tenma, soon to be an Ultimate just like your sister." She sighs happily. "I never would have believed it, but fate works in mysterious ways!"

You nod, trying to not let your sudden displeasure show. You don't like your name. It's the one thing you know about your father, that he chose your name.

Your mother doesn't notice as she looks at the time. Laughter glints in her emerald eyes.

"Is that the time? Agro, hurry! You'll be late for your last day at school!" She chuckles at her joke.

It takes only five minutes to finish getting ready, and soon you step out the main door of your small apartment, a backpack strap thrown lazily over one shoulder, wearing your traditional outfit of jeans and a random tee shirt, this one just plain grey.

The streets are already noisy, but you're a pro at tuning out sounds you don't want to hear. As you walk to school, dodging traffic and the stream of pedestrians like yourself, you think about what has happened over the past three days.

Three days ago, Hope's Peak Academy held a drawing to see who the first ever "Ultimate Luck" was going to be. Millions of high school students, but there could only one Ultimate. All it took was a few seconds, and Agro Tenma, general slacker and wasted potential, was transformed into an Ultimate. Problem was, you didn't want the damn title. You had friends, friends who didn't judge you for not being as smart as your sister, friends who cared. But your mother was so happy…you couldn't disappoint her like that…not again. Everything was set. You were ready to begin your new life.

But first, of course, one last day of school. You snort at the ridiculousness of it. Suddenly, nearing the gates of your school, you see your friends beckoning you away. You know they don't have any intention of going to school today, like usual. And normally you would join them without a second thought. But…tomorrow's the start of your new life. It's a new leaf, where you can make new choices, better ones. Why not begin that change today?

You pause, and in your mind's eye you're deciding the course of your entire day in an instant.

There's no point in sticking around here, you think as you turn away from the school gates and head for your friends. They mockingly applaud as you approach, three of the people you trust most in the world: Leo, with his shark's grin and dyed blue hair meticulously gelled and spiked; Hiro, wearing his sunglasses and too-large trench coat, expressionless as always; and Sigma, who was laughing his trademark obnoxious laugh and adjusting his Luigi cap, looking like he hadn't showered in days (knowing his gaming habits, that was probably the case).

Your friends had their flaws, but you trusted them with your back countless times over the years, and they'd never let you down.

"Thought for a minute you weren't going to join us, Agro," Leo says, a knowing smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes. "You think I'm spending my last day cooped up in a classroom?"

Sigma claps a massive paw on your shoulder, nearly knocking you over. "That's the spirit!"

You rub the sore spot. Geez, for a guy who hates exercise as much as he does, Sigma's still the powerhouse he's always been.

"Take it easy, Sigma, you don't want to kill the man before he goes off to Hope's Peak," Leo says, mock irritation in his voice, laughter bleeding through.

Sigma adjusts his cap awkwardly and apologizes, looking a bit dejected, but your smile perks him up again. No harm, no foul.

"The usual place?" Hiro's voice is a rasp, and it didn't help that he hardly ever talked.

Leo flashes a grin in his direction. "You know, I think our Silent Prince has the right idea!" He takes off running, leaving the rest of you to follow in his footsteps.

Fifteen minutes later, you're sitting at a table at Mr. Marcini's Arcade, your gang's usual haunt. Sigma is playing pinball in the corner, laughing and snorting with glee. Hiro watches over his shoulder, the lights glinting off the dark shades. Leo watches them for a moment, smiling and shaking his head, his blue quills staying rigidly in place.

"Yo, you remember when Sigma first moved to our district? He didn't have a friend in the world."

You nod, remembering a younger Sigma alone in a corner of the classroom. "They grow up so fast."

Leo's shark grin appears, but soon slides off his face. His gaze turns from Sigma's antics to you. His hazel eyes meet your greenish grey. "Too true, my friend. Too true."

You know what's coming tomorrow, but something in Leo's tone irks you, just a little bit. You hold up your hands in surrender. "Hey, Leo, I'm not dying or anything. I didn't want anything to do with this Ultimate business!"

Leo rolls his eyes, and breathes out slowly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just giving you a hard time." He nods in the direction of the games. "Go play a few rounds. I'll get us all something to eat." He walks off before you can say anything else.

You watch him go.

Your time at the arcade was spent much as it usually was: talking, laughing, and watching Sigma attempt to get the high score playing pinball. Leo was back to his usual self by the time he returned with the food. Nothing happened that would indicate an abrupt end to this pattern. As you left, many entertaining hours later, with the mid-afternoon sun bearing down, a chill passed through you.

This is my last day.

Leo must have noticed something, because he abruptly changes direction, ducking down an alley and picking up speed, calling out that he'd changed plans. Hiro, Sigma, and you look at each other for a moment, and then follow. Leo's path was one of many twists and turns, but you three were experts in navigating his madness. Soon, the four of you were standing in an abandoned parking lot.

A lone bench was in one corner of the lot.

Hiro froze at the sight of it. "I don't believe it."

"I knew it was still here!" Leo said, staring at the bench. He looks at you. "You remember what this was, right, Agro?"

You nod. Of course you remember: that bench was where the four of you determined that, for better or worse, you were stuck with each other. Friends.

Sigma gasps and wheezes, waddling to the bench. Sweat pours down his face. Hiro joins him, trench coat scraping the ground. Leo looks at you, nods, and the two of you join them. The old bench creaks under your combined weight, but it does not break.

The four of you sit in silence, all of you thinking about different things.

Leo breaks the quiet. "Agro is leaving us for bigger and better things." He pauses. "But that doesn't mean he isn't one of us for life. Right, guys?"

"Right," Sigma says, nodding enthusiastically, his Luigi cap nearly flying off his head.

Hiro murmurs assent.

You're not sure what to say.

Leo doesn't wait for you, and holds up his cell phone. "A picture, for all the memories!"

Flash!

You return home just as school is getting out, just to be safe. Your mom works, but you've found out over the years that your neighbours are extremely nosy. You slip into the apartment, and head for your room. Your bag is basically ready…or so you thought.

You just realized that the front pocket with the broken zipper doesn't have anything in it. You could probably fit something small in there. You throw a quick glance around your room. There's your trusty Frisbee, a DVD of the movie Sharks on a Plane, and the newest edition of Glamorous! That was your sister's idea of a congratulatory present. Some genius.