(A)PROLOGUE(A)

The boy whose hopes had finally fallen

"Hey, hey~" A boy who had white hair disturbed me and my precious laptop. He carves a smile on his cheeky face to me, who was busy and trying to write a story. I rolled my eyes without looking behind me since his reflection already shows on my screen. He then places his hands on my shoulders chuckling like the villain he was.

"You know what I want, do you Author?" Well, looks like I got a little foiled on the situation being all dark and dramatic. It's a good thing that I'm sitting on a chair that can spin 360 degree, and I then scratch my sudden itchy hair and face the boy. "So this is about the Life Restart Button project I'm making?" His lips grow wider and I hope it won't be end up like some homicidal murder smile.

But then again it won't happen in near or far future. "Yeah, yeah and yeah. Get that button out here to that guy and I don't want you doing it without any deal you bastard. Get what I'm sayin'?" Still having the innocent go lucky smile he nods, and flew out from this room, literally.

Yeeesh, that guy always wants something happening despite the time has not come yet. But then again, I don't deserve saying said words. Since I'm also a lunatic, especially making some crazy storyline with an unknown ending plot. The craziness keeps piling up, though it's pretty interesting that my pawns are always ordering me around me. They treat me, their leader, as some lackey or worker, but the least I could be grateful to them about is that they didn't treat me like some form of trash.

Anyway, Alka is gone. Right now I should send him despair, so this story would go on and get the happy ending! I love those since I'm a naïve person (or maybe child) but anyway, raising myself from the chair, I went to a drawer that was rather far and opened it. The insides a pretty damn mess since being a tidy person wasn't my character.

But luckily the mess wasn't too bad, so I was able to find this small black orb. While holding it, pain suddenly emerges, heat and not to mention my cry was stuffed in my throat. I drop the marble down to floor. "Yikes, I forgot that this thing can't be hold in empty hands!" I scold myself for being forgetful.

Using my oversize sleeve to grab the glass marble, this should be enough for him. Then again, the tale about his origin of the first taste of despair wasn't planned correctly yet. But yet, a sudden strike from the orb and his missing "hope" should be enough to make this story going on. Biting my left thumb with fang while staring the said item, I close my eyes to imagine the plot and ending.

Blinking, biting and thinking is the current state of activity I hold. The dear thumb stops feeling the pain as my fangs start to poke my soft tongue. Again it got replace by my inside cheeks, now here is my new question to myself.

What was I doing again?

I'm young yet going senile with this imperfect memorizing. What was it I was just doing back then? But then my eyes darts to the orb inside the palm sleeve. "…Better get Alka back here to send this to Naegi…" Muttering the useless plan, my legs dragged me out from the room.

Oh, what to do...

Oh, what should I do…

Yep, writing all this world is my only choice then.

"Despair of tomorrow…

YOU WON'T ESCAPE FROM IT!"

"Dad, is there something wrong?" The inherited violet eyes stares at me in confusion. I blinked and realized that I was crying from shock.

"Huwah!" My back hits the marble floor, hard. I heard the small innocent voice yelling in worry. "Dad! Are you okay?!" Ignoring the worry he had towards me, my eyes were on a daze, staring to the blinding ceiling.

What is this feeling?

"DAD?!" The final cry was included with a small young face. The final strike pulls me back to reality. "O-oh! Kiyotaka!" I then fished my body back up as he pulls himself away from me to avoid bumping one to another. "S-sorry about that, dad was spacing out." I smiled awkwardly to see him.

The short brown hair that was cleanly brushed, but yet still had the slight of spikes. His small round innocent face and eyes of his mother were looking at me as if I was a stranger to him, "…Are you okay? You're acting strange right now…" I chuckled lightly at him, either that. Should I start questioning myself why did I laugh?

Is it for hiding my strange feeling about today or was it, just I wanted too…?

"Dad…You're strange as uncle Komeada again…" Kiyotaka Naegi just compares me with a certain problem ex-student from Hope Peaks about fifteen years ago. I just cringed at his thought about just now, but I cant help but just sigh about it.

"Please don't say that to me again Kiyotaka, it is rude to say it to an adult and not to mention your father." I named him based on a hardworking and amazing friend, even the truth he was a little stern and loud but the reality, he might be an amazing prefect.

Someday...

Caressing his head with met his soft hair and my hand he give me confusion. Then suddenly I stand up and walk away from him, quickly. "Dad where are you going?" I glanced up to the clock that was on the door. 07:38

"Kiyotaka, please go to sleep when it was eight P.M." I ordered him.

"What are you doing then?" The ten-year-old shot me back with his words. At first it was quiet since my thought was in blanked state. Then finally I answer him, "Going to sleep."

Strange, strange, strange, and strange. Four times I just chanted the word of strange in my head, as my mind felt to darken and heavier. I felt my heartbeat starts to get faster and heavier, as if… I was dying. Then a shard of memories of dear in the killing game just now breaks.

"Hello I'm Maizono Sayaka, nice too meet you!" I broke the promise about going to take her out from that accursed place. How did I miss the fact about her cries was a plead…?

"Makoto, what are you doing?" Flicked by the voice, I'm return to the reality facing my wife Kyouko. My eyes just widely glance to hers. "Oh, n-nothing patricianly just nothing…" It was a lie, the truth is my head just started to feel drowsy and…crazier?

She just stared at me and knew something was wrong, my daughter Sayaka Naegi was sleeping on her hold. "Is that so..? Is Kiyotaka in his room?" She asked me again, but I was deep in thought.

Memories keep piling up, that accursed old times. "Makoto!" Finally, she snaps.

"Oh! Oh, so sorry about that Kyouko, I was just... Just now I was..."

"...Please get some rest, today you don't look good today..." She takes her deep breath. "Let's take some time out okay? I'll be at the kids room so you can be alone for it," Before I say anything to her, she give me a gesture to stop. "Just for today dear, just for today..." She kissed my cheek and went into Kiyo's and Sayaka's room.

Sayaka...

Mukuro...

Leon...

Chihiro...

Mondo...

Kiyotaka...

Hifumi...

Celestia...

Sakura...

...

Junko...

What with this feeling, in my chest?

"Do you wished to change history?"

A strange voice lurks to me, but I ignored it. Thinking it was just my imagination, I decide to get into my room to get some rest. Tomorrow is pretty important morning and Byakuya wouldn't be liking this if lateness occurred.

Good night.

Yep, this is bit confusing for you all right?

Yeah-yeah I pretty understand it. But too busy dealing with SYOCs and personal thing, but I'm not regretting it. Not a bit.

Anyway, be patience with time and the slacking me. Eventually this would be worked out, I think?

Anyway, I'm saying thanks to FHP and PandaPonda for the helps and will be in their care.

Ciao! Ciao!