All right! First chapter! Please comment/review what you think so far! Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS! You have been warned. Also, I tend to write a lot of author's notes, so be prepared.

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Dangan Ronpa... weird, huh?

The profiles that Ayano-chan gives here are the things she can tell by how these people act. She is going to be a profiler straight out of Criminal Minds!

Ok, I'm redoing all of this! More descriptions, "Super High School Level" to "Ultimate" and more about the characters! Oh, and I'm dropping the honorifics, because….life.

The day I got accepted into Hope's Peak academy was the best day of my life, or so I thought. Some good things did come out of it, like meeting Byakuya- oops I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me get my thoughts together. In the meantime, let me give you a description of myself. My name is Ayano Tsukino and I'm the Ultimate Artist. I paint, draw, write, and most importantly, dream. I bring worlds to life whether by paint or by word. I have really long gold hair that goes down to my ankles, which I keep in two massive, spiraling pigtails. I'm pale and have dark plum eyes, which is what my outfit is based on. I usually wear a corset-like top and frilled skirt that reaches my knees. Both are dark plum with black lacing and frills. My shoes are an old style of lace-up heels that match the whole outfit. Around my neck is a choker that looks like a large plum ribbon with black frills. To top it off, I have a large plum rose in my air that sits daintily on black lace. That should do it for introductions. Now that I've thought it through, I've decided. Let's start when I woke up in that classroom. That's where it all began.

I woke up quickly, jerking awake. "W-What?!" I muttered blearily, shaking off my fatigue. I had arrived at Hope's Peak Academy, the place where success was guaranteed, only to pass out as I stepped through the gate. From there, everything was a blur. I sat up and smoothed my clothes before looking around. I seemed to be in a classroom, but there were a few things that didn't make this a "normal" classroom. And I wasn't talking about the tacky giraffe-pattern walls (though that was strange). No, I meant the huge metal plates that were bolted to each and every window and the cameras that were tracking my every move. "Hmm…" I said, taking it all in. "Story level: Mystery." I pulled out the plum-colored journal I always wrote in, relieved to still have it in the pocket of my skirt.

"Story Start: Character wakes up in abandoned, bolted classroom, under surveillance." I wrote. I'm always writing down ideas for paintings or books and making profiles of the people I meet. Some people might think I'm strange, (A.N. Or that the author has watched WAY too many episodes of Criminal Minds) but an artist must be able to read people in order to create effectively. "No sign of the person who must have carried me to the classroom. How disconcerting…"

Standing shakily, I saw a piece of paper lying on the teacher's desk. Picking it up, I grimaced at the messy handwriting and kindergarten drawing. 'Welcome to the School. A new semester has just begun. Since yer starting new lives, this school will be your new world. Gather in the gym at 8 for the welcoming ceremony.'

'Yer?!' I thought incredulously. 'Isn't this supposed to be a really good school with a guarantee for instant success?! Weird. I guess a lack of grammar doesn't mean a lack of talent…''

Glancing at the clock, I strode over to the door, which was unlocked. I walked into the long purple hall and was immediately knocked to the floor by a boy with spiky brown hair and a green hoodie. (A.N. You know what they look like! Don't be picky!)

"S-Sorry!" he said, holding out his hand to help me up.

"It's fine." I said, grabbing one of his hands and shaking it after I pulled myself off the floor. "I'm Ayano Tsukino."

"Makoto Naegi, but most people call me Naegi."

"Well Naegi, do you know what's going on here?"

"No," he said, frowning in concern. "I passed out when I entered the grounds and can't remember how I got here. I woke up in an abandoned classroom with steel plates on every window and cameras watching my every move."

"But.. that's exactly what happened to me!" I exclaimed, concerned.

"What's going on here?" Naegi murmured.

"Let's go see if the others had similar experiences. The opening ceremony is in the gym, right?" I asked, gesturing at the door to the gym.

He nodded and we walked through the doors. Inside, I saw a large group of kids, presumably the rest of my classmates. 'Okay,' I thought. 'Let's see what I can learn from these Ultimates.' I pulled out my journal, sketching pictures of my fifteen classmates to go with their profiles. "Excuse our tardiness," I said sweetly, bowing apologetically.

"Hey, are you both new students?" a guy with ridiculously spiky hair asked. Thinking back to the list of students I had seen, I identified him as Yasuhiro Hagakure, the Ultimate Clairvoyant.

'A bit of a scaredy-cat, but loyal and trustworthy for the most part, unless he's afraid.' I wrote.

"Something ain't right about this school." he said, not waiting for an answer and scratching his head.

"So there are 16 of us, eh?" A… very large boy with glasses and an orange tie exclaimed. "Think that's all of us?"

Glancing at him, I nodded and wrote, 'Hifumi Yamada: Ultimate Fanfic Creator. Gets attached to things easily and will assume the role of a main character every once in awhile. Not especially strong physically or mentally.'

"You!" a darked-haired boy with red eyes and crazy eyebrows shouted, pointing at Naegi. "The instructions said to be here by eight o'clock sharp!"

I raised an eyebrow as he yelled at Naegi and not me. No doubt about it. 'Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Ultimate Moral Compass. Loyal to the extreme and even more dedicated to the rules. He wouldn't stand out in the old days of chivalry and valor.'

"You have absolutely no excuse for being tardy!" he yelled.

"I fell in the hallway," I said, not telling a lie as Naegi had knocked me over. "Naegi was helping me." I smiled at Ishimaru.

"A-Ah, I see." He said, coughing nervously. "Well, helping a lady is very important…but the rules specifically stated… which takes precedent…?"

"'Scuse me?! What're you goin' on about?!" A blond girl with pigtails half snarled. "Who cares about bein' late when we don't even know what the hell is goin' on?!"

'Junko Enoshima, Ultimate Fashionista. Spoiled to the extreme and very vain. Although famous, she has a mean streak a mile wide and a rotten attitude. Speaks with a lot of exclamation points...Avoid judo-throwing to the ground.' I scribbled. My own temper was fairly formidable, so we had that in common at least.

I smiled thinly at her as a cute girl in a green dress raised her hand timidly.

"Um, excuse me?" she asked in a soft voice. (A.N. ISN'T HE CUTE! I might write a fic for him too. There will be a slight amount of Chihiro x OC in this) "Did you also wake up in a classroom?"

"Yeah, I was in a classroom." Naegi answered, worry present in his voice.

"I was in one as well." I said, smiling at the girl, who turned pink for some reason.

"I-I thought so." she replied. "That's true of everyone." She clasped her hands together tightly, a sad, confused look on her face.

'Chihiro Fujisaki, Ultimate Programmer. Super sweet and timid, but determined. She seems like she could use someone to rely on. Possible friend?'

"Everyone fell unconscious." A monotone voice said.

I turned and saw a girl with dark pigtails WAY more spiraling than mine. She too wore clothing from a distant era, only hers were black and white. The white crown-like headpiece she wore said it all. 'Celestia Ludenburck, Ultimate Gambler. A high-stakes girl used to getting her way and ordering others around. A little arrogant and hard to manage, and crowned the Queen of Liars. I'd have to watch my back around her.'

"...and upon awaking, we converged in the gym." she continued, putting her hand up to her smile in an innocent gesture, yet allowing everyone to see the sharp metal claw she wore on one finger. "Most peculiar, is it not?"

'I can't help but like her a little.' I thought, smiling along with her as she insisted that we call her by her first name, which was probably fake. Girls like Celestia didn't take any attitude from anyone, something I respected immensely.

"What's with this place?! Tch!" a muscular boy with the most alarming hairstyle I'd ever seen asked, looking around. "It's just like my old juvie."

'Mondo Ohwada, Ultimate Bike Gang Leader. Easily angry and prone to sudden outbursts of violence, yet super loyal and sworn to keep promises between men, like all bikers. Actually, a pretty decent person who apologizes for any unnecessary violence. Yet, he is the de facto leader for gangs across the country, so he might be a little dangerous…''

"Do ya think…"

Again my attention was diverted by a new voice. A boy with bright orange/red spiky hair and goatee that contrasted with his light blue eyes was speaking, a joking tone to his voice.

"...we got kidnapped? Like, someone kidnapped the whole flippin' lot of us." He put a hand behind his head.

'Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Star. A nice enough person, but interested in his personal well-being and comfort overall.' I glanced back up, but my view was blocked by a preppy-looking girl with a chocolate-colored ponytail and a red tracksuit.

"I bet this is some sort of special program!" she exclaimed excitedly.

I grinned at her enthusiasm and wrote, 'Aoi Asahina, Ultimate Swimmer. Super positive and friendly. Willing to sacrifice anything for her team and friends. Yet another possible friend?' I didn't usually make friends fast, but this group seemed very promising. Speaking of which, I forgot a profile. 'Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Lucky Student. Very smart and polite. willing to help anyone with anything, but is very modest. Since he bumped into me, I guess we're friends?'

"This is a special school and all! Right?" Asahina continued speculatively, a finger to her cheek as she looked up. She turned to the person next to her for confirmation.

"'Tis hard to say." a huge girl with white hair and several scars replied, arms crossed. "'Twould be wise to first ascertain the situation."

'Whoa, she's cool!' I thought, marking her down as another candidate for friendship. 'Sakura Ohgami, Ultimate Martial Artist. Honor-bound and very polite, with an old style of speaking. Obviously very strong, both physically and in will power.'

"You seem strong," she mused, staring at me calculatingly. "Have you had formal training? I could use a sparing partner."

I grinned. "I don't think I'm up to your standards, but I've dabbled in martial arts. I'd love to spar sometime! Doesn't it sound fun, Naegi?"

"Yeah…" Naegi said, staring at Sakura's muscles in awe. He turned and muttered to himself, slightly depressed. "These...are the Ultimate students who got admitted into Hope's Peak Academy."

I nudged him playfully. "You're one of us too Naegi! Cheer up, and take pride in your luck, because no talent can be crafted without a fair amount of luck."

He smiled gratefully at me. "Thank you, Miss Tsukino."

I stared at him. "You know I'm the same age as you, right? The 'Miss' thing is a little weird…Call me Ayano."

"Sorry, Ayano," He smiled nervously, his face red.

"Better." I smiled, turning to look at a girl in the back of the crowd with two braids, glasses, and an expression of borderline panic on her face. As Naegi looked in that direction as well, the girl put her hands up in a defensive way, panic now evident.

"They're looking! They're looking right at me!"

I looked at her disbelievingly. That was Touko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Progidy, whose stories were so famous?! No. We would not be getting along. As an artist, I loved to write, and my mysteries were just as popular as her romance novels. However, as she'd been writing longer, and I dabbled in all arts with success, she was the writer and I was the artist. I'd been looking forward to meeting her for a long time, and all I got was this… Well, it was safe to say I was not impressed with her lackluster attitude toward life. 'Paranoid to the extreme and annoying as well. Extremely unconfident with a very low self-esteem What is she afraid of? There's something else strange about her...'

She glared at us resentfully. "All because I'm ugly!"

I smiled contemptuously. 'Yep.' I thought.

"What an eyesore." a pompous voice declared.

I eagerly turned to look at the voice's owner. I loved messing with people who thought they were better than everyone else! To my surprise, I recognized the boy in front of me. He had blond hair, glasses, blue eyes, and wore a suit. It was none other than Byakuya Togami, heir to the Togami Corporation, which had worldwide business and was wealthy beyond compare. No wonder he was the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. 'Arrogant and contemptuous of everyone not affiliated to his family. However, he is a lover of puzzles and games, which redeems him a bit, meaning he's smart. He IS good-looking, which counts for something, but not much. He is, in essence, a blond Kyoya Ootori, without the manners.'

'Hang on,' I thought suddenly. 'Who's Kyoya? I don't know anyone with that name. Where did that thought come from. A mystery…' (A.N. Can you feel the Fourth Wall breaking? XD)

Togami looked my way, arms crossed and a frown on his face. "What're you looking at?" he asked.

"Uh, nothing!" Naegi said, turning away.

I grinned cheekily at Togami. "The wall behind you. I didn't even notice you." I turned away as he spluttered, an embarrassed blush on his cheeks as his composure was lost.

A white-haired girl was staring at the floor, lost in thought, with her hand on her chin. 'I don't know what her Ultimate is,' I thought. 'Oh well. I'll profile her anyway. Kyoko Kirigiri: Calm and reserved. Has trust issues, but is very smart. A loner who doesn't socialize. Similar to me, so a definite friend option.'

Under Naegi's and my scrutiny, Kirigiri looked up. "Yes?"

"Uh, it's nothing!" said Naegi, waving his hands in front of him in an apologetic manner. He turned away and started talking to a pretty blue-haired girl he seemed to know. From his nervous body language, I could tell he really liked her. I nodded to Kirigiri and studied the blue-haired girl.

'Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation. Very sweet and kind, but weak-willed and relies on others quite often. She seems almost too sweet to be true...' Even so, I smiled as she teased Naegi.

"How long must you fool around?" Togami asked snidely, walking up to us, a frown on his face. "We have pressing matters to attend to!" He adjusted his glasses, glaring at me as I raised an eyebrow.

"Like what?" I asked.

He turned away. "Why are we in this predicament? If someone is behind this, then who?"

I nodded, appreciating the drama put into his statements.

Fukawa pulled at her hair, trembling. "Isn't this basically confinement?"

'You need to be put in confinement,' I thought, staring at her like some kind of crazy science project.

"And like, where the heck did they hide my stuff?" Enoshima whined. "My cell is missing!"

"WHA-?!" we all said, searching our pockets. Oh HELL no! If I couldn't read my online books, I'd probably die. Since learning how to read, books had been my closest companions and I would sooner kill than lose them. (A.N. Foreshadowing?)

"Mine is gone too," Sakura said calmly. "Does this mean that they were taken?"

"Don't look so bummed out!" Hagakure said, one eye closed and his hand on his chin. "I bet it's all part of the school's orientation." Suddenly, he jerked back, posing with a crystal ball in front of him while his jacket flapped. "That's what my readin' says!"

"For real?" Kuwata asked, a disbelieving look on his face. "And are they ever right?"

"I've got a whoppin' 30% success rate!" Hagakure proclaimed proudly. He then winced as Fukawa scoffed.

"A-A measly 30%?"

'Still 100% better than your attitude!' I glared at her and she shrank back.

A loud screech filled the air, causing everyone to yelp and cover their ears.

"Ah! Ah! Mike test! Mike test!" yelled a high-pitched voice. The speakers on a stage in the corner of the gym shook as the voice continued. "This good? You can hear me, can't you?"

I turned to look at a podium in the center of the stage. 'It'd be impossible for us NOT to hear you!' I thought crossly.

"Hey, new students! I would like to start the welcoming ceremony now!"

"See?" Hagakure said smugly. "This is how Hope's Peak High welcomes in the new!"

"No, you are mistaken," Kirigiri said smoothly.

I glanced at her. How could she know? As far as I could tell, it was as good a guess as any. I stared back at the podium and narrowed my eyes. Where was the principal?

As if sensing my thoughts, a flash of black and white popped out. As it landed on the podium, I saw that it was a small bear robot/doll thing. He had a sweet and gentle looking white side and a dark side with a creepy grin and a red lightning bolt-shaped eye. He had a white circle on his stomach with a little belly button.

'Oh. My. KAMI-SAMA! He's SO cute!' I mentally fangirled, keeping a straight face. (A.N. I literally yelled this when I first saw Monokuma. I still think he's freaking adorable!) Everybody else jerked back, surprise evident.

"A stuffed animal?" Naegi asked, snapping me out of my thoughts on how soft the bear might be and if I would still look like the cool person I am if I hugged it.

"I'm no stuffed animal!" the bear yelled, waving his little arms. "I'm Monokuma!" He stood on the podium and pointed a thumb at himself. "I'm the principal of this school, making me yer principal!" Adopting a cute pose, he said "Nice to meet ya!"

'So that's where the "yer" came from. You'd think for a principal he'd- wait, WHAT?!" I thought. 'That cute bear can TAlK and is our PRINCIPAl?!'

Seconding my thought, Yamada yelled and jerked back. "Gah! The stuffed animal moves!"

The bear put a paw on his chest and repeated himself. "I'm Monokuma, not a stuffed animal. And I'm the principal to boot!"

"The principal?" Naegi asked.

"Well, I'd like to move along, so let's get this ball rolling!" Monokuma exclaimed, standing on his toes and waving his arms in the air. Straightening, he shouted, "Stand!" Then he bowed and yelled, "Bow! Good morning, punks!"

I had to fight to contain my laughter as Ishimaru repeated the gesture, scaring Fukawa.

"Good morning!"

"Don't play along!"

Monokuma put his hands behind his back solemnly. "Overflowin' with potential, you high schoolers... are none other than the hope of the world!" He threw his paws into the air, then crossed them. "In order to protect our wonderful rays of hope, yer expected to live here on campus and nowhere else!"

"What?!" we said again.

"Wait a sec-" Naegi started.

"What the hell?!" Enoshima yelled, outrage on her face.

"As for the cut-off period for this communal life.." Monokuma raised one paw, ignoring our expressions, then switched to the other paw. "...There is no such cut-off period!" Hopping from foot to foot as we gasped, he continued. "In other words, yer gonna spend the rest of yer lives in here!"

"Wha-What did you just say?" Kuwata choked out.

"Here, forever...?" whimpered Fujisaki. I moved closer to her to offer support, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Aw, don't worry." Monokuma consoled, misreading our reactions. "The budget is large enough that you'll never go without."

"Wait a moment!" Maizono protested. "That isn't the problem!"

"This can't be legit!" snarled Enoshima.

"Are the iron plates in the classrooms and halls meant to keep us in?!" asked Naegi angrily.

"Yep!" Monokuma answered cheerfully. "So you can scream all you want, but no one's gonna come save ya!"

"This is an outrage, you can't keep us prisoner!" I declared, earning nods from the students around me.

"If what you say is true, then it is most disconcerting." Celestia said, hand over her mouth. "We could not possibly live here forever."

"Ahem," coughed Monokuma, hands on his hips, looking the very picture of benevolence. "For those of you who wanna leave, I've established a certain rule!"

My head shot up the same time as Togami's. He glanced at me, glasses flashing. "A rule?"

"What kind of rule?" I asked, interested. It sounded like some kind of challenge, and would make sense if this school required some sort of extra test to be completed.

"You are free to murder anyone you like! Whee!" Monokuma dived forward off the podium, excitement coloring his tone. As he spun in the air, he continued in that excited tone. "The only student permitted to leave is one who has committed murder!" He landed on his feet, paws up. "It's a simple rule, and the only one."

I stared at Monokuma in complete shock as he reeled off methods of murder nonchalantly.

"Stab! Club! Slice open! Torch! Crush! Strangle! Cast a curse! Pupupupu!" He sank out of view and reappeared with a wriggling salmon. Shaking it, his back to us, he said. "Humans and salmon can't understand the excitement the endorphins are releasing in my body!" He threw the fish and turned his dark side to us, giving us a nasty grin. "Fellow 'rays of hope' are thrown into a situation where they must murder each other!" He shook with laughter and turned to fully face us, grasping his hands as he blushed, closing his eyes and shuddering in bliss. "It's so exciting!" He began sweating and breathing heavily.

"Are you serious?!" yelled Kuwata angrily.

"Why?!" Maizono asked desperately. "Why must we kill each other?!"

"This is a sick joke!" I shouted, getting angry.

"What she said!" agreed Yamada, waving his arms angrily. "Cut this load of crap! Now let us go home!"

"A load of crap?" questioned an outraged Monokuma, his red eye glowing. "How dare you call any of this 'a load of crap?!' Listen up! From now on,this school is yer home, yer society,and yer world!" Strutting through our ranks, bad mood forgotten, he practically sang. "I'm gonna let you kill to yer heart's content, so kill, kill, and kill some more!"

"You want a battle royale?!" growled Ohwada, crouching down to glare at Monokuma, light purple eyes flashing angrily. "Yer takin' this sick prank too friggin' far!"

"What's sick?!" asked Monokuma airily, one paw on his hips and the other pointed at Ohwada's head. "You don't mean that sick hairstyle, do you?"

"Why you-!" shouted Ohwada, hoisting Monokuma up by the throat. "I don't care if you're a remote control toy or a stuffed animal!" He shook Monokuma roughly. "I'm gonna flippin' tear you to pieces!"

"AAAH!" yelped Monokuma, waving his arms and legs wildly. "The school rules state not to harm the principal!"

His red eye started flashing, slowly at first, then picking up speed, a beeping noise accompanying it.

"What's that noise?" asked Ohwada, gaze fixed on the blinking eye.

I gasped, because anyone even slightly familiar with television or action novels knows what flashing lights and beeping means…BOOM!

Kirigiri and I yelled at the same time.

"It's a bomb! THROW IT!"

"No good! THROW IT!"

"What?!" asked Ohwada, a freaked-out look on his face.

"Just do it!" Kirigiri ordered.

With a growl, Ohwada turned and threw Monokuma just as the beeping noise reached it's climax.

Monokuma exploded in midair, leaving my classmates, especially Ohwada with shocked expressions.

"What the heck…?" Naegi whispered.

"It blew up…!" Ohwada gasped, sweat running down his shaking form.

"Did that stuffed animal die?" Fujisaki asked hopefully.

"I'm not a stuffed animal- I'm Monokuma!"

I gasped and whirled around, classmates mimicking my actions. Once again, a black and white blob popped out of the podium.

"Tada!" exclaimed Monokuma, landing lightly.

"B-Bastard!" yelled Ohwada.

"I'm letting you off with a warning this time," warned Monokuma, paws on his hips. "But if I ever see someone break the school rules again…" Suddenly angry and with claws, he thundered at us. "I will activate another great physical punishment!"

Seeming pleased with his pronouncement, he adopted a lighter tone. "Well, that's it for the welcoming ceremony. Please enjoy an enriching school life filled with intrigue!" Waving both paws, Monokuma sank back into the podium, leaving sixteen very concerned students.

'Monokuma, the principal of Hope's Peak academy. Adorable, funny, and sarcastic. Also… a sadistic villain intent on forcing myself and my classmates to kill each other. Story Level raised from mystery to outright horror. Goal: Stay alive.'