Before you read this, I advise a massive heads up for this chapter, in terms of maturity and spoilers.

This chapter is a transition chapter, giving build up towards the events that the fan fiction will truly focus on. The content in this chapter is 100% adapted from the first chapter of Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, with a point of view from two specific individuals as the first murder is committed in the Killing Game. As such, if you have played, seen, or know what happens in the game, this chapter is completely optional, and you can choose to skip to the next chapter. As for other readers, if you do not want spoilers for the first chapter, it is your decision to read this or not.

Addressing the content in this chapter, it does contain some mature themes, such as swearing, and goes into heavy detail about scenic violence that some viewers might be sensitive to, especially in the 4th scene. This will be the only chapter this happens in, and will not continue as the main focus of the story begins. If I am required to change the rating of this story to 'M', or if I'm requested by moderators to remove this, it will not affect the outcome of the actual story, and I would be completely willing to take down the chapter, or to censor it at points for a more able reading experience.

For now, however, if you want to avoid graphic content as much as possible, but still want to understand future events and find out what happens here, then I would suggest skipping Scene 4. The first scene is completely safe, and the second and third scenes contain minor violence and minor swearing. Everyone has their individual limits for tolerance, so know when to call it if it becomes too much. Again, this will be the only chapter that I will have to give a warning this grand.

And with that out of the way... enjoy!

It had been almost a week since the 78th class of Hope's Peak Academy started their killing game. As they were trapped in the enclosures of the school, with no way to contact the outside world, each student become wary of anyone around them. Over the course of a few days, any hope that radiated from the students had started to transform into deep despair, and once the supposed headmaster of the school, Monokuma, had given a motive towards the killing, it was only a matter of time before someone was to succumb to the despair in full.

And it just so happened to be Sayaka Maizono.

After the motive was presented, Sayaka experienced a despair-induced curiosity that forced the decision upon her to commit murder in order to escape the school. She had prepared a situation where a student who trusted her, Makoto Naegi, would swap rooms with her. She had composed a message to another, Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star, asking them to meet in what was supposedly her room. This was her intended victim, and once she was finished with him, she would swap the already swapped nameplates for her's and Makoto's rooms. They would both return their room keys in private, and then act as if she had been in her room the entire night. If so, the blame would be set on Naegi as the prime suspect. He would be voted guilty, and she would have her freedom once more.

And why would she betray her friends? Because she had to find out what had happened to her friends.

No, they weren't just her friends.

They were her life. And she was going to get her life back.

The clock in Makoto's room had just struck 1:15 am, so it had officially been nighttime for a little more than 3 hours at that point. Prior, Sayaka had left a note for Leon to meet at this time, so the only people that had reason to be awake were Sayaka and Leon. If anyone else was awake, they would be in their rooms, as they had all agreed on a rule among friends to not leave their dorm room at nighttime. They wouldn't be bothered by any noises coming from another's room either, as the walls were soundproof. So any commotion would be unheard outside the room. Sayaka was thankful for that, as she wouldn't want anyone intervening.

Sayaka was hunched against the scarlet wallpaper of the room, behind a corner that connected up to a small hallway to the room's door. To her right was Makoto's bathroom, of which the door apparently didn't fit the door frame correctly. In front of her were Makoto's bed and desk, a lint roller was also at the base of Makoto's bed on the blue-tiled floor. To the left of her wasn't anything special, except for a round table and a desk with a few cubbies for storage.

The only thing interesting was the golden sword on top of the desk, which Makoto had borrowed from the gymnasium in case Sayaka were to be attacked. It was unreliable, however, since the sword's golden coating easily stuck to a person's clothing or skin. She would not be able to wash it off, as the water was turned off during night time, so if Sayaka were to use it for the murder, surely some coating would get on her, and her alibi would be ruined.

So instead, Sayaka had prepared a kitchen knife as her weapon. The weapon that would ultimately be fatal for the victim. And she was currently clutching it in her hands, ready for her plan to be put into action.

And not too long after the clock had struck 1:15 am, her victim had made their way to their door.

Leon had no clue he had been targeted for murder, and he had no reason to.

What would he have done wrong for someone to kill him for? In perspective, the only person he had ever really made enemies of was the Ultimate Fanfic Writer. That fatso? Killing a star athlete? Completely unheard of, as far as Leon was concerned. Besides, the only thing he had done to anger him was that he expressed his distaste in the guy's massive size. Like, could he not spend some time away from a computer once and see the sunlight?

Everyone else, he had either been friendly to, become acquainted with, or exchanged glances with. Nothing that would drive a person over the edge and murder him for it.

That being said, he hadn't received much time to know of his peers if they were to be given a motive. He had no way of knowing how each individual person dealt with the burden of loved ones' lives on their shoulders.

He could try to understand based on his reaction to the video he had received. The clip of his baseball team; the players he acquainted, the management that trained him, and his motivation team; his parents and cousin. All of which were standing in the old field they trained in. One second, he was looking at their smiling faces. The next… the field was in ash. No trace of his loved ones, except for the marks of three dead bodies in the heap of ash. As he was trying to make sense of it, he heard the bear's dastardly voice.

"Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star. By day, he was the best high school baseball player his country had ever seen, so good that he had been scouted by many professional teams in the big leagues. He was very loyal to his team, and they thought he would never leave their side. But then… he decided to give up on his dream, and search for a new passion. After he left, the team seemed to have fell apart within little time! Without his helping hand, the dreams of his fellow teammates were shattered, and they never played baseball ever again. So, the question remains; what caused the team to crumble apart after Leon's tenure of resignation?"

Before he could've even fathom what he had witnessed, the words "FIND OUT ONCE YOU GRADUATE!" had appeared on the screen. He had so many questions, and he felt his curiosity getting the better of him. But he had been snapped back to reality once he had seen everyone else's reactions. This was very real, and it was the same for everyone else, which left Leon with the conclusion; whatever happened to his team, it was that asshole Monokuma's fault.

And he wouldn't give Monokuma what he wanted.

However, after the videos were all shown, and nighttime was almost upon them, he had been approached by the Ultimate Pop Sensation, Sayaka Maizono, about a favor. She had asked him to be awake at around 1:00 am so she could talk to him about the motive.

So that's what he had done. He lay on his bed, waiting for something to happen. A knock on the door, a rattle of a doorknob… anything.

But he soon got his wish. Around ten minutes later, there was a light knock, and a piece of paper was slid under the door. Leon got out of bed to take a look, and found the note. It was from Sayaka. She had asked him to meet in her room five minutes from that moment. She had also been specific to check the nameplates so he wouldn't get the rooms mixed up. Why would he? He remembered that her room was down the hall to the left, and was one of the last rooms of the left on the way to the dining hall.

So when the clock struck 1:15 am, he started working his way to Sayaka's room. Or… what he assumed was Sayaka's room.

The thought that Sayaka wanted to see him, of all people, never really dawned on him. He had dismissed it as perhaps her first choice, Naegi, got in some sort of fight with her, and since he had spent the next most time with her, he was the next person to trust? Who was he to argue? There was no reason to anyways. If she needed his help, to deny that in such a dire time…

However, by the time he had reached Sayaka's dorm room, he realized that something was definitely wrong.

He had knocked a few times on the door to let Sayaka know he was there, but he had gotten no answer. Was she asleep? No, not possible. She had just been at his door five minutes ago. He knocked again.

He still got no answer. Was she perhaps taking a shower? Also not possible. The water was off in the school during nighttime. She had also agreed, along with the rest of the students, to stay in her room during nighttime, so aside from getting permission to slip the note under his door, she should be in the room.

Perhaps she wanted some sort of sign that the person at the door was truly him? She wouldn't open the door without knowing who the person was. What if she were to open the door, only to be killed while defenseless?

He decided to take off his necklace and cut a chunk of his hair off, and slide it under the door to Sayaka's room. He was the only student with red hair, and there was no way someone could've used scissors to cut his hair, so he thought it would be a good indication as to who the person at the door was.

He waited another minute for something to happen, alone with nothing but the sound of quiet ventilation surrounding him. Now, he was getting worried. Sayaka hadn't been in a good mindset the last he saw her. Sure, Makoto had calmed her down somewhat after she saw the video, but if she did have a fight with him, her status was quite reasonable. And if she still felt that way, could she have…

Leon grew very concerned. He had to make sure Sayaka was alright, and he had to get into her room somehow. He had thought about getting his toolkit from his room…

But he didn't need to. He had reached for the doorknob, pleading in his mind that the door was locked, pleading that she hadn't forgotten to lock the door, and someone had snuck in to murder her.

But hope like that… didn't exist in a hell like this.

The door had been unlocked.

Sayaka had heard the door open from behind the wall. Her target had taken the bait.

Leon's fears had been confirmed. The door was in fact unlocked. He couldn't risk dismissing it as "she forgot" no longer. Especially after he saw the state of the room.

Little did he know, what he was looking at was to lure him into the room.

He saw four slashes of something sharp near the middle of the room. Near the markings was Sayaka's room key. Among that, a round table and a chair had been tipped over onto the floor.

Leon grew wary. Someone had gotten into Sayaka's room, and Sayaka… could've been murdered.

However, the murder was yet to begin.

"Sayaka?" Leon let out a whisper. Whatever hope he had left, he needed it. In the off-chance she was still alive, he wished some sort of clue could be given to him.

Leon slowly moved farther and farther into the room, cautiously inspecting the room for evidence. He was at the point where he was nearing the wall Sayaka was behind.

He had expected the worst to be around the corner, possibly in the form of a dead body.

He hadn't expected a live one.

Sayaka jumped out from behind the wall, kitchen knife in hand, and attacked. It took Leon far beyond surprised. Before he could acknowledge what had just happened, he had been thrown to the ground by his attacker. Sayaka.

"Sayaka?! You're alive?"

Leon should've been thrilled she was still alive. At first, he thought perhaps she had scared away her attacker, and hid herself in case the attacker returned. But he soon realized what truly had happened. Sayaka had turned to face him, and Leon saw her face. Her teared, fearful, and among all… despair-induced face.

She was trying to kill him.

"Sayaka, th- the hell? Why me? We can talk about this- I can help!"

But it was no use. She was beyond reasoning. She took the kitchen knife into both her hands, and stabbed downwards. Leon swung his hands forward, clinging to her shaking hands, in order to prevent the knife from moving any further. He forced her hands to the side, and the knife fell from her clutches, dropping towards where Sayaka had been hiding.

She raced to grab it as Leon looked for a solution. Sayaka was blocking the door, so running was no use. However, he had noticed a fake gold sword on the table behind him. He rushed to his feet and removed the sword, still in sheath, from its perch on the table. Turning to face Sayaka once more, he hadn't realized how fast she had been with retrieving the knife, as she was lunging the knife a second time at him.

He had no time to unsheath the sword, so he decided to use the sheath itself to defend. He took both ends into his hands and reeled the sword forward to deflect the knife. It might've been a fake sword, but it proved to be a great use of defense, as the knife made contact with the sheath and was deflected.

The blow to the sheath had stunned Leon, both physically and mentally. He couldn't believe that had worked, and neither could Sayaka. They stood motionless for a second or two before Sayaka regained her focus and persisted her attack. Leon was brought back to reality, and began dodging her swipes as he tried taking the sword out of its sheath. After a bit of time, he threw the sheath to the ground, extending the fake sword in his hand, and proceeded to fight back.

He had completely forgotten himself, and was caught in the moment that he couldn't realize the graveness of his current actions. He was defending himself, that was true, but he was also fighting another student. One misstep, and…

But Leon was focused on the task at hand; to defend himself from Sayaka's attacks, so he could prevent himself getting murdered. Focusing the thought in his mind, he grew determined to stop Sayaka's attacks once and for all. He began analyzing Sayaka's movements, and found a weak spot in her stance.

And slashed downwards.

It hadn't matter that the sword was a fake. With Leon's strength, any blow with a weapon of that diameter would be enough to cause massive damage, and this was no different. Leon had hit Sayaka in the wrist, and had broken it. She cried out in pain, falling to the ground, dropping the knife in the process.

Now, the situation had taken an ironic turn. There now lay Sayaka, her back against the side of the bed, who began to realize the mistake she had just made. She had just tried to murder a friend for her own selfish needs, without even thinking of anyone else, and when her initial plan had failed, she had persisted her attacks.

And now, in front of her stood Leon, who himself materializing an expression of despair on his face. He had become engulfed in anger, that it was now him that could not be reasoned with, and even if he could, Sayaka would never risk it now. If she was fearful of her life before, she had all the right to be now.

Leon prepared himself for an attack, wanting to take control of the situation. Sayaka now knew that she could never take back what she had just done, and she was about to pay the consequence. Fearing her life, she took what little time she had and decided to trust her instincts.

Leon took no time to hesitate, and lurched forward to attack her. Sayaka straightened her feet to the floor and jumped out of the way as Leon swung. She trusted her instincts, and her instincts told her to hide in the bathroom.

Sure, it left her cornered, but Leon would not know of Makoto's faulty door, and could dismiss it as a female's bathroom door, which had locks on them, whereas male bathroom doors did not. Also, it would give her plenty of time to straighten out her thoughts and think of a plan, while tending to her wounds and catching her breath.

*Rattle rattle rattle*

Meanwhile, Leon was trying to open what seemed to be a locked door. Realizing it was locked, he grew frustrated, and slammed his fist against the wall.

"Damnit!" he thought to himself, "I can't let this psychotic bitch roam the school. What if she were to try to murder someone else, and pin it on me?"

He tried once more to open the door, but to no avail. He then remembered of the difference between male and female bathroom doors, and felt defeat upon himself.

Difference between male and female…

An idea popped into his head, which left his face smiling. He had realized that the door wasn't the only differences to accommodate the male and female students. They had also received some tools for daily use, to make their lives more efficient. The females had received sewing kits, and the males…

Had received tool kits.

It had been ten minutes since Sayaka had fled into the bathroom. She was sitting with her back against one of the corners of the glass walls of the shower room. There wasn't really anything comfortable to lean against or sit on in the bathroom, and the modern look of the bathroom, with his dark grey walls, really didn't help her mood.

Granted, after what had just conspired, what would?

Among the dull scenery was the continuous sound of silence. She had not heard Leon in quite a while after he had stopped jiggling the doorknob. Was he waiting for her to leave the bathroom, in order for him to attack while her guard was lowered?

If not, and he had really left her room, could she try and make a run for her room key, so she could lock the door to Makoto's room?

No, she couldn't risk that either. Leon could've taken her room key from the floor, so she couldn't lock him out. That way, he could attack at any point in the night, and she'd have to be wary of every noise for the rest of the night. She was scared already. She didn't need to add paranoia to her list of feelings.

Fleeing from her room and hiding in another section of the school wouldn't work either, due to several reasons. For one, most of the school was forbidden during night hours, which would severely limit her options of hiding spots. She had also made that promise to the other students to stay in her dorm room for the night hours, so if they were to find her in her hiding spot, she would quickly become suspicious from then on.

And if Makoto were to return to his room… the room where the fight took place... to find it unlocked, destroyed, and empty, what would he do?

Even worse, what if it wasn't empty? What if Leon stayed in her room after she supposedly leave, and suspecting her to return at some point, he was caught by Makoto, and no choice but to… murder him?

Sayaka was cursing in her head, and she couldn't even curse out loud, because that would alert Leon. She was frustrated beyond measurable levels, and every ounce of frustration in her had absolute valid reasoning to it. She goes for the lock, she could die. She runs, she or Makoto could die, and if she lives, she becomes suspicious, and prone to attacks in the future if she were to explain that she had planned a murder for that night. This night.

Eventually, she began to cease her worrying, and decided to not focus on finding the best solution, but to stick to the safest solution. She would stay in the bathroom for the night, and when Makoto returned to his room, she would explain everything and apologize to him. It didn't matter whether he accepted or not, and it didn't matter what the other students would think of her.

She would still be alive. She would be given a second chance at life, and she would despair no lo-

*Clink*

Sayaka had heard the sound on the door, and grew wary of what was happening.

*Crrrkkkkk*

Another sound followed almost immediately after, which indicated to Sayaka that something was indeed happening outside of the door, and she hadn't just imagined it.

*Crrrkkkkk*

*Crrrkkkkk*

She was focused on the door, trying to figure out what was happening, but keeping her distance from the door in case something was to happen. It was hard to see in the dark, even after her eyes had grown used to the dark. But something did end up catching her eye.

It had been faint, but she could've sworn she saw something shine on the door, or rather… the door hinge.

*Crrrkkkkk*

Faint again, but she definitely saw another shine from the door hinge. Surely this wasn't her eyes playing tricks on her, right? If this was Leon, what was he doing on the other side that would be the cause of-

Sayaka froze. She knew what he was doing.

*Crrrkkkk*

Leon had returned to his room, and had retrieved his toolkit.

He was unscrewing the door of its hinges.

She scrambled to her feet in order to stand up. She began looking for some sort of weapon to defend herself from him, but all she found were toiletries and some towels, and she had dropped the knife in the bedroom when Leon had struck her wrist.

She was defenseless. She was doomed.

It hadn't taken much longer when Sayaka heard the sound of metal dropping to the floor, and the hinge of the doorknob began to come loose. She was at a loss of what to do. She had no options to prevent what was about to happen, and she became overwhelmed by her fear and anxiety.

She began to scream. The walls were soundproof, but she didn't care. She prayed someone, by some miracle, would hear her and come to her help. Makoto, Monokuma… anyone! She didn't want things to end like this. She didn't want to die.

"I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die!..."

Her constant cries of help grew more and more emotional, and it wasn't long before he began to lose her voice. But nothing was stopping what was unfolding. Leon wasn't listening to her pleas. He was determined to end what had started, while the power was in his hands.

*Clink*

One last screw had fallen to the ground. The sound of unscrewing had stopped. Sayaka restlessly waited for the door to open, and it wasn't much time after that she got her wish, and the door flew open.

Standing in the doorframe now was Leon. His face more determined than ever, brought to the point of insanity, to a point beyond despair. His right hand was holding the kitchen knife she had used to try and murder him, and now… he was going to murder her with it instead.

"Sayaka, why did you have to do this?" Leon questioned shakily, "We could've been great friends. I had so many questions about what it was like as a pop idol, what it was like to be a musician. But then... "

Leon stopped his sentence and began to grimly laugh, as if anything left of him at that moment was insanity itself.

"...but then… you tried to kill me. Now, answer me a question, because I'm having issues finding the answer to it… how do you expect me to let you out of this alive, just so you can find another victim…"

"...and pin it on me, you crazy bitch?!"

After he had yelled those words, Sayaka had tried to force some words out of her mouth to try and reason with him. To try and prove that she wouldn't do this ever again. She had taken a breath to try and speak to him.

But what came out wasn't the breath to speak.

It was the breath of pain.

It was her last breath.

Leon had thrusted forward… and stabbed Sayaka in the abdomen.

Sayaka made no movement. She stood where she had been stabbed, her red eyes wide, and her mouth open with surprise. The color began to drain from her face. Her arms began to go limp, and one last flow of tears fell from her eyes before she collapsed to the ground.

She began to lose feeling in her body, and her mind grew heavier than before, making it impossible to think clearly. She looked up at the person in front of her, now a silhouette, who seemed to be speaking to her, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Eventually, her eyes grew too heavy to keep open, and closed to rest.

With her last bit of energy, she thought of Makoto. She wanted to keep him and everyone else safe. To stop Leon. She brushed her hand against the blood stained on her shirt, and in her last seconds, wrote the name of the culprit on the wall behind her. And once she was done…

She allowed her arm to go limp. And she never moved again.

Victim #1: Sayaka Maizono

Time of Death: 1:30 a.m.

Scene of the Crime: Makoto Naegi's bathroom

Cause of death: Stab wound to abdomen

Students remaining: 14.

Hey look! I was able to post two chapters of a fan fiction. Woohoo! New record!

Here's to hoping that the content of this chapter wasn't too much on you. If it was, I am very sorry, and I promise that mature themes this grand will NEVER happen again in the story.

So why did I include these themes in the first place, if I knew of the risks and had to post a giant warning because of it? Well, to address the swearing... these are high school students in their late teens. People already consist of an... extended vocabulary to begin with, so imagine the situation these students are in. In short, I strive in my writing to make roles as believable and relatable as possible, and simply put, people cuss when frustrated or stressed. It's simply life.

As for the inclusion of the violence, specifically with the murder scene, I was simply trying to follow the events of what conspires in the original story. And yes, I explained it in quite a bit of detail, but this was to give the reader a clearer understanding of the events. You can understand why Sayaka would be so fearful in the situation. You could understand why Leon would go through with his plan. You get an understanding of how a character feels in a certain situation, and in a way, you begin to feel the same way yourself. That way, you can genuinely make an effort to feel how that character is truly feeling. It's just my way of writing.

By the way, this chapter was a hassle to write. It went through several re-writes, and I struggled quite a bit with deciding on how it should be written. Transition chapters are always the worst chapters to write, I assure you. But this is the one and only chapter that will be an adaptation of a scene in the game. Next chapter, the true story begins.

Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you all for reading :)