Here's chapter 1. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Dangan Ronpa and a good thing too since I'd probably screw something up.

Chapter One - My Beloved Friend

I guess I first noticed my good luck when I was still just a small kid.

I grew up into a rather wealthy family. Father was an extremely influential businessman while Mother, although she never had any occupation from what I can remember, took part in many social outings. Both of them would always attend high-class parties and charity events almost every week. Even though they did many different things and went to many different places, I was never allowed to take part in any of them.

"You wouldn't enjoy being with a bunch of adults Nagito," my parents would tell me. "We promise to buy you a new toy and some treats when we get back. How does that sound hm?"

I would smile and nod at them even though most of the time they would forget their promise.

Of course, I couldn't complain though. I mean, we lived a life of luxury. We had a big mansion with many different rooms, an indoor pool, and servants to listen to our every beck and call. My room was always packed when stuff for me to play with and a huge amount of books for me to read as well. I guess I can say I was born lucky!

However, I was pretty lonely. Mother and Father were always busy with what they did that they usually left me to my own devices. I was home schooled by tutors so I never got the chance to make any friends. The servants were nice enough to talk to me but I knew they only did it because it was their job. For some of them, there was always this hint of disdain in their eyes that I never really got.

The only real friend I had at the time was my dog.

I found her as a stray. I was probably seven years old at the time when I first met her. She was looking for food around my house since my parents hosted a lot of parties and our chief would have the kitchen window opened when he was cooking. I felt bad for her so every time I saw her, I would sneak some food for her to eat behind the chief's back. Soon after, she came over every day. Not for the food but just to see me.

So, I decided to keep her and we became such good friends.

I was lucky to have her. We always played together and she would always stay by my side during the times when I had no lessons. She made me so happy!

I hated keeping her tied down or restricted so I let her to roam free outside anytime she liked. Besides, I was never allowed to keep her inside because Mother disliked animals in the mansion anyways. She would always come back to me whenever she went off somewhere so I was never worried. But that usually left me by myself again for a few hours. At times, I would stare out my window and wait for her to return.

One day, during a trip to the vet, I was surprised to find out that she was pregnant. Can you imagine that? I never knew she was with another dog when she was off on her own. But that's irrelevant. What mattered was that she was going to have babies. I was going to have more friends! I didn't care if they weren't human. This gave me a chance to not alone anymore. I would have to help take care of them and I was going to treat them like we were a big family.

It's interesting how the mind of a little kid worked doesn't it? Such big expectations and dreams; so full of excitement and hope!

At that time, I believed it was truly a stroke of good luck.

I was so ecstatic, I decided to take her to the park and play fetch with her. But just as we walked across the street to get there, I never noticed the enormous bus barreling towards us.

I remembered her barking and all I did was close my eyes, waiting for the worst to come. However, it never came. . .

I found myself on the ground, untouched.

In a split second, there was the sound of wheels screeching, a loud bang, and the poor creature's whimpering as she took her final breath.

She was dead.

I stared at the scene in front of me in shock. There was a big dent and blood on the front of the bus. The dog's body lay in a pool of blood a few feet away due to the impact.

People started to gather; talking all at once. The driver got out and, upon seeing the damage, quickly knelt down to ask me if I was okay.

I didn't say anything. I didn't pay attention to anything around me. My mind was focused on one thing only.

I scrambled over to the corpse of my beloved friend. I didn't care if there was blood getting on me or that her stomach was opened for her insides to be seen by everyone. I laid my head on her and cried.

Really though, could I not see how lucky I was back then? No doubt in my mind, I should have died along with her. That bus was just way too big and going way too close for it to miss me. I really should have been relieved. But instead, I continued to cry. I kept asking myself a bunch of pathetic questions.

Why did this have to happen? Why did she have to die? Why kill her when she was going to be a mother? Why do I have to be alone again? Why was God so cruel?

Urgh, that wouldn't be the last time I was going to be asking those annoying types of questions. It was only the beginning and as great as it was going to get, I wasn't ready for what my good luck had prepared for me in the coming years.

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