On a Farm in the Middle of Nowhere
Ch 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Danganronpa
Hajime Hinata was cold.
The bus seemed to be the temperature of a morgue. He rubbed his hands together to keep warm. It didn't work well but it was something. He loosened his tie. The more and more he got to 'that place' the more the tie began to feel like a noose. The small backpack lying next to him held nothing but a few shirts, 2 pairs of pants, and a toothbrush.
'He' would probably laugh at his weakness.
'So talentless you can't even survive on your own. Honestly such a boring, pitiful little cousin I have.'
A year ago Hajime had parted from his cousin on the final day of college with a few words.
'I'll make it.'
He was so full of hope back then. Despite spending his high school days in the reserve department and his university days scrambling for the top yet always getting average grades, average test scores, average recommendations.
Average.
The word seared to his mind and caused him to grit his teeth. He'd spent his whole life trying to be anything but average yet the result was always the same. Normalcy was not for Hajime he was meant for much more than that and yet he could never surpass it. Like a butterfly trying to fly through a tornado it seemed he was destined to be held back.
Yet 'he' was always praised by teachers, professors, boards, and councils of every kind. Hailed as the best hope the nation had ever seen a scramble began among the top colleges and universities offering full scholarships, paid books, the best learning 'he' could find. And yet 'he' turned it all down going to a lowly college in a small town. The college of course offered every benefit the top universities were asking 'him'.
But why would he go there? The living, breathing hope of the human race going to a small rundown college in a small unknown town. It was unbelievable. Yet when asked he'd reply.
'Anywhere other than here would be boring. There's only one thing in the world that truly keeps my interest and here's the only place to find it.'
Hinata's hand went into a fist. Lies. Every single word 'he' ever told Hinata was nothing but lies. The only thing Hinata could find true in 'him' was 'his' benevolent greed. 'His' need to find every talent in the world and dissect it down to its last iota before spreading his findings to the world. Everything soon became boring to 'him'.
What Hinata wouldn't give for even one of them.
Just one talent.
No matter how insignificant.
Hinata almost smacked into the seat in front of him as the bus came to an abrupt halt. He shook his head and grabbed his bag hurrying off the bus with hunched shoulders. As his feet met the dirt road he looked up to see the rundown town he'd arrived at. He looked to the greeting sign displaying worn out words of "Welcome to KibÅ no oka!".
For a place called Hope's hill it was really more of an elevated landscape.
He trudged his way to the post office in order to make a mailbox in town. After being helped by the counter person who seemed more asleep than awake he slowly made his way past the main town and into the fields. The house was about a mile out and in the sweltering heat he'd met as way back as getting off the bus he knew he'd be dripping with sweat by the time he got there. He shuffled down the road that had not one tree for any kind of shade with the sun beating down on him.
He reached the small dilapidated farm that was maybe an acre at best with a crooked two story shack, a barn that looked a huff and a puff from being blown with peeling paint making it look more the color of dry clay and yellow teeth than red and white. There was a small structure resembling an out house which Hinata hoped wasn't the truth. The withered brown plant life looked to make up about 40 or so rows of the property. Hinata made his way up to the door of what he figured to be a two story house instead of a two story shack. Although it honestly could've fooled him. The small porch held a rocking chair and a small shelf that sat beside it filled with thick, leather bound books all covered with a generous layer of dust.
After opening the door that was a bit bigger than the frame meaning it took a few shoves before it finally popped loose Hajime walked into what looked to be the living room. After exploring the house and
finding the bathroom inside on the second floor along with a small bedroom and a hall closet with the kitchen living room and some odd storage door under the stairs on the first floor. Hinata threw the back pack in the hall closet before going to the living room and laying down on a couch akin to sedimentary rock he closed his eyes.
This was what used to be a study outlet. 'His' study outlet in fact. For observing every aspect of agriculture in a natural setting. And when 'he' had drained every possible morsel of information for this place 'he' left it here to rot. Just like Hinata.
Like one one of those dry, brittle, withered plants outside.
A/M: Liked this idea. Just gonna see how this goes.