Chapter 1-1: If You Seek Amy...or Akita
"For this time in Monokuma Theatre, I will be your host. Isn't that exciting? Me, an actual human, not a stupid, shitty bear!" the weird version of me yells at the audience of hundreds and hundreds of Monokuma in front of her. She is dressed up as a ringleader. This Akita wears a black top hat and carries a whip. Her outfit is debatably sexier than mine. There are various shades of red and black all over her, the most prominent being her red jacket with a kinda awesome tailcoat. The jacket is only clipped, with the clips being the only thing made out of gold, up to her boobs. Me 2.0 also has on very short shorts that are also black...like mine. Don't know why people think I wear a skirt. Underneath them, she wears black fishnet leggings. Her shoes are black high heel boots that only go halfway to her knee. For her shirt, it reveals a lot of her cleavage. It is also white and is accompanied by a black chocker.
"As exciting as despair can be, which isn't very," I retort. She then sticks her tongue out. Wow, subconscious, you are really butchering my character here. What is this, bad fanfiction? "Neutrality is much more unpredictable and fun, even more than hope. You of all people should know that." Whenever people tell me Junko Enoshima destroyed the world out of love of despair, I wonder what was going on inside her mind. Despair is only the same horrible things happening over and over again. Like hope, the ending is clear as can be. Some people might like that, but Junko Enoshima was supposed to be a bored person. Why give your sanity to something so mundane?
"Aw, I need you to open your eyes for me! Please!" The most notable thing about her, other than my mind giving her the same exact gloves as me, is that there is no scar on her face. It is normal all things considered. Just another face easily lost in a crowd.
"I'm sleeping. Don't mind me, but can I lucid dream or something please? You're really annoying."
"But I am you! You just called yourself annoying! And you can't escape yourself, no matter what you do!" With that, the other me whips me. The crowd cheers on for her. Whips are really painful I've learned. Sure, it does not have the same feeling of being cut or something, but the sting afterward is still a real bitch.
Looking all over the place, I see an oddly placed door behind the curtain of the stage. It is blue while everything else is either a red, black, white or gold. The door is probably a trap, but it is better than nothing. This is only a dream after all. What do I have to lose?
"I already know-"
"So show me how you love! Show me your despair!"
"Screw this place. I'm waking up." I try to leave, but the other me grabs onto my hand hard. Her nails dig deep enough to draw some blood. Everybody in the audience is staring at us patiently. They probably want some lesbian selfcest. Well, screw everybody in the audience. How I would love to beat the everlasting shit out of all of them. That would be the only way to hurt Monokuma without being sent to the afterlife.
"I'm the ringleader! I call the shots! You can't do anything to stop me! Puhuhuhu!" She lets me go only to whip me again. I inch closer to the door. Nothing this bitch can say will stop me.
"...Oh my God..."
"What's the matter? You don't want fun!" The girl violently takes a hold of my hand again. It seriously feels like she is trying to break it into a billion pieces. No thanks, I don't want to join Hotaru in the hospital. Her eyes are now distorted as well, becoming all swirly. How can human eyes even do that? I'll never know.
"I'll have fun once I'm out of this-"
"But we're already having fun."
...That's it, I'm never going to sleep again.
"Oh, my precious students, it is time to wake up! It is 6 AM. Of course, some of you are gluttons and stayed in the kitchen overnight. But I'll make you see the error of your ways. That's my job as the headmaster of this school." Looking around, I cannot see Monokuma anywhere. That probably means that there is an intercom system for this school...somehow. There are most likely cameras everywhere else too, much more hidden than the ones in the room. Monokuma does not want Kazuhiko and Ayano to do kinky things. Stupid bear, that won't stop them.
"...Things are gonna be awkward..." Yesterday was not a good day for me. But what day has? Yawning, I get my e-Handbook, which somehow stayed on my bed throughout the entire night, listen to the female voice again and look at the map. Most of my classmates are in their rooms like smart people, but I see that Tsukiko, Akemi, Kira and Satoshi stayed in the kitchen overnight. How none of them are dead yet is anybody's guess. "Might as well get it over with...wait..." Then I click on the student bios. The first one I click is clearly...
Name: Akita Yamazaki
Height: 5 feet, 8 inches
...I am taller than I remember...
Weight: 120 pounds
Birthdate: April 4
Chest size: 85 cm
BMI: 18.2
Blood type: B
Oh, I didn't know that. Good to know in the future. Just in case I need to go to the hospital of Hell.
Likes: The circus
Dislikes: Clowns
...Those are weird likes and dislikes to put down. I swear, subconscious if you placed that freak in there just because I like the circus, we're gonna have a serious talk...somehow. Damn, why can't you converse with your own mind? How would talking with your own mind be like anyways? Only if there was a psychologist here, but, nope, we gotta have more important talents like dart thrower and treasure hunter. Because we really need those!
"...That's it, I'm betting the shit out of that bear when I get out of here." Maybe beating up bears is the secret meaning of life. Hopefully, PETA does not overhear this. Even after the end of the world, they're still the same. Actually, a lot of things are. Junko Enoshima, you didn't do a good job.
"Ms. Yamazaki, you've got a visitor at your door." Apparently, that is my doorbell now. It is better than the one my parents had...Well, wishing that I look presentable, I walk sluggishly to the door. My feet are dragging. Probably because I know I look like I just got slammed by a hurricane and then ran over by a truck holding a lot of trash. Just in case, I bring my handbook with me, placing it inside my pocket. By clicking on a side button, I'm able to make it become smaller and bigger again. Good to know.
"Fffffiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." It does not take me long to reach my door since this is a small room and all. I reach the door and slowly open it. At that moment, my visitor grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of my room. I would say that their grip makes dream me run for her money. The first thing I notice is the person that is holding my poor, precious hand hostage is Ayano Nishiki.
"We need to talk Akita," she tells me, somehow still keeping her trademark deadpan voice. "Do you have any free time?"
"...Noooo..."
"You're clearly not doing anything. Why-"
"We should get all the others and go somewhere!" I interrupt. Really, I just did not want to talk with the girlfriend of the guy I just beat the shit out of yesterday.
"Don't avoid the question! Dammit!" Ayano yells. There's a hint of anger in her voice. Honestly, hearing emotion out of her catches me off guard. Maybe I shouldn't have pissed out a hacker of all people. A hacker with a journalist monster as a boyfriend.
"There are more important things to do other than talk!" I respond. Shockingly, Ayano lets go of my hand and begins to walk away. When the heels of her boots hit the ground, they send a sound wave all across the hall.
"..." I know Ayano said something, but I could not hear. It is a mumble. She glares at me again with her stunning eyes. Reaching to the door to the left of mine, which is Naoko's, and begins slamming hard on it.
"...Ummmmm..." Ayano has always been an...interesting person. Personally, I know nothing about her other than the basics and stuff relating to Kazuhiko. She is kinda mysterious to me. How did she become a hacker? Why did she start a relationship with Kazuhiko anyways? Does she realize that staying with him causes her to have Stockholm Syndrome? And why does she always act like she's on her period? Actually, if we do start our period, where are the damn tampons in this place? So many questions, so little time.
"H-hello," Naoko says while opening up the door. Poor little kid looks like she is about to shit herself. Not that I really blame her.
"..." Ayano just walks away without knocking on any of the other doors. She turns and opens the door up to what I presume to be the gardens.
"...So...Naoko...um...want to go to the kitchen with me...?" I ask. My overly adorable classmate is too terrified to even respond. She just closes the door to her room and goes back to whatever she was doing before. Which can't be anything interesting. From what I've seen in my room, there isn't much to do here other than murder people. I feel like Monokuma did that on purpose.
"Hello, Bitch-chan~" Half expecting Monokuma, I instead see Satoshi behind me. He has severe bags under his eyes. The next thing he does is loudly hiccup. Oh God, that better not mean what I think it means. He is bad enough already.
"...Are you okay, Satoshi?"
"Ffffffffffffiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeee. Except for the part that we're all gonna die!" Satoshi then falls right into my boobs and sobs. Um...goddammit, this better not be a bad fanfiction. I swear, if I even get a ship tease with this guy, I'm gonna lose it and become the first murderer. Screw life!
"I'm gonna hate today," I sigh to myself.
"But it is so much ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Satoshi hiccups again. I feel like I should punch him in the face right now, but he is clearly drunk and harmless. Other than calling me Bitch-chan. Maybe I should punch him for that. That would be a waste though since he is pretty hammered.
"Wait, there's alcohol here? Enough to make a bartender drunk?" That's it, screw the law. I don't care if I'm not twenty-one yet! Nobody follows that law anyway. It is not I haven't had alcohol before. Hell, all the times I've had alcohol, it was given to me by higher members of the Committee. Including Kazuhiko. That's probably why he's their bitch. The alcohol.
"Yeppppppppppppppp." Dropping Satoshi harder than Kazuhiko dropped me, I run towards the kitchen. Time to drown all of my sorrows. Because who wants to be awake during a Killing Game?...Actually, being drunk is probably the worse idea ever. Whatever.
When I reach the cafeteria, I realize there's a lot more students in there now. Probably because we're all hungry. My stomach growls for not having any fuel since early yesterday. Thank God mom's pancakes are really filling, even when she forgets how to make them right.
"AKITA-CHAN!" Half expecting Kazuhiko, I realize that Yuki is now holding onto my leg. "I lllllllllloooooooooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you!" Oh dear God, Yuki is drunk. Being his partner in crime so long made me realize that he cannot hold his liquor. Now he is acting like Kazuhiko's and Satoshi's weird bastard child. Ayano, you might want to see this.
"No, she's mine! Because I'm short! And a kid! And adorable!" Kira comes out of nowhere and smashes into Yuki. "Mine! Mine! Mine!"
"Forget it, everything is pointless. Except for our all powerful God of the new world, hope. For Akita clearly belongs to Monokuma, since she's trying to bring us hope but only causes despair, the ultimate sin," Rosali-Mirabilis responds. Her hair is down and all over the place. "I need them to purify me. I need to become a stepping ladder for new hope. For I'm just a lowly piece of sh-"
"Don't say that, for I love you!" Yuki then glomps her. I begin to laugh, for I am enjoying this way too much. Especially because all the crazies are attacking each other and not me. That's a very good thing.
"No, Yuki, she's mine! Mine! Because we're both adorable!" Kira pushes Yuki out of the way. I pray for a door to come out of nowhere and slam him in the face, but it never did come.
"Shut up, you bitches!" Yasu cries out. Wait, Yasu! Good to know that they're okay. But instead of sleeping, now Yasu is drunk. Great. "I am the...something of the castle! And all of you are giving me a headache!" No, Yasu, I think that's the alcohol's fault. The next thing I notice is that Minato is at their feet...bowing down to them. They got Minato! That doesn't surprise me one bit. In Yasu's hands is Mochi, who is somehow not harmed throughout this whole craziness. Though, seconds later, Yasu places their pet bunny back.
"Listen to the queen! Yasu's word is absolute!"
"Quiet dog-"
"I like dogs! They're cute like me!" Kira begins to ride Minato all over the cafeteria. Only if there was a camera here, then I would have all the blackmail I would ever need.
"DDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Yuki then attaches himself to me again. No matter what I do, I cannot shake him off. Now his cheery attitude is starting to creep me out.
"Even as Takayuki tries to capture the cold maiden's heart, she already is married to Monokuma and about to have his child. He is soon to learn that nothing in this world is worth it other than trying to reach the hope inside everybody's heart that is overcome with despair," comments Mirabilis. Maybe now she is drunk, she will not kill me accidentally if I call her Rosalina. Though I do not want to take a chance. Her drunk self seems easily annoyed. And somebody you don't want to mess with. I really don't want to be the first victim or any victim for that matter.
"...Where's Tsukiko?" I question. Nobody answers me. Now being forced to drag Yuki with me, I make my way to the kitchen. There has to be at least one other person that hasn't lost their shit. That person will be my hero, so it has to be my darling Mitsu-cho.
"Hello~missed me?" Satoshi comes blasting through the door. I'm glad I moved, or I would be in the same place as Kyoto and Hotaru right now. Yasu was lucky enough they weren't attacked by the most vicious thing in this damn school. I do not want to be put on the sidelines due to some poor excuse of slapstick humor.
"Yes!" Kira jumps off of Minato and onto Satoshi. Or she would have if her face did not land directly on the floor next to him. Minato continues acting like they were and circling the whole cafeteria. The next person to jump on is Yasu, who rides them like their royalty.
"No, for Monokuma is the one I want. To purify my damned soul and lift me from the curse of myself-"
"I can do that for you!" Satoshi then slams himself onto the floor right next to Mirabilis. She then places her foot on his head and starts to rub it in. There's a sick smile on her face. Note to self, do not mess with drunk Mirabilis. Or anybody here drunk.
I somehow make it to the kitchen without dying a horrible, painful death. Yea, I'm not the first victim! In the corner of my eye, I see a door open that looks like a cellar. That room is probably what is causing all of this chaos.
"Everything is hopeless! Everything is despair! Nothing in life matters other than the sweet release of death! Everybody else is dead! This is just all an illusion!" Akemi is on the kitchen floor in the fetal position and crying. All of my classmates are saying things clear for being drunk stereotypes. There's a lot of snot getting everywhere and, quite frankly, it is a little gross. Then again it is better than the idiot that is hanging onto my leg, for this place is already in dire need of a makeover. I swear, Yuki is holding on so tight I can barely feel my leg anymore. Now it is just a bunch of Yuki.
"Don't say that! I love you!" Yuki hops off of my leg and sweet relief comes. Now I feel sorry for Akemi, who he's sitting on. "Love, love! Love makes the hope make the world go in cciiirrccclllleeessss! TRUE LOVE'S KISS WAKES UP THE MONOKUMA!"
"No, it doesn't. Love and hope just let to the endless abyss known as ultimate despair." Akemi cries even more now. Thanks, Yuki, you help so much like you always do. The most helpful person around.
"Silly, Monokuma is despair!" Yuki grins. He starts to squeeze on Akemi, which makes his poor victim yelp.
"Seriously, where's Tsukiko?" Again, in the corner of my eye, I see yet another open door. It looks like it leads to a bathroom...why is there a bathroom in the kitchen? Aw, screw it, this place was built by despair freaks. Anything can be possible! I wouldn't be shocked if the whole school just falls down and kills us all. It would be like, JK, this isn't a real story. Trollololol. I feel like being around a lot of drunk people is getting to me.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I am just not gonna question what Yuki is saying now. Opening the door to the bathroom more, I see that Tsukiko is over the toilet and clearly having the fun of her life. There's shit everywhere.
"I'm just gonna go now." I quickly closed the door. Dammit, the alcohol got to Tsukiko too. But why are all these people having this much? It is almost like they're being tricked into it. Because I don't want Yuki hanging onto me anymore, I go back into the cafeteria, making him Akemi's problem. At least he isn't gonna remember it in the morning.
"Hello, Akita!" Naoko, shockingly, is the one who greets me. By jumping onto me. Goddammit, she must've just got here and already has fallen victim to the alcohol. Whose next? Who is gonna survive this great tragedy? "I'm gonna do something very special!" She tries to get her dress off, but I stop her just in time. Okay, I've to stay by her. I can't stand somebody this cute losing their innocence for something as stupid as alcohol.
"Oh, hey, Akita, long time, no see. Want some of my special juice?" somebody asks me. I turn around to see Hotaru of all people. She looks perfectly healthy and is even smiling. In one of her hands, there's a glass of a clear liquid.
"Hotaru, how are you up?"
"Because she iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss." Fearing for Naoko's safety, even more, I begin to hug her. Probably because Hotaru would make her do something she'll regret for the lols. At least from what I know about her, which isn't a lot. But she did pretend to be dead...before we knew it was a Killing Game.
"Because I am? It wasn't that big of a deal?" When I observe Hotaru closer, I see that there's a bandage on her head. It only has a little bit of blood on it.
"Why do you have the alcohol? Are you drunk too?"
"Why? Do you want some?" Hotaru then hands me the liquor. I seriously cannot tell whether or not she's under the influence. She seems to be quite coordinated for being drunk, but that can be caused by her being a dart thrower. Dart throwers do have to be quite coordinated.
"Yeah, sure, why not?" I begin to drink it. Honestly, it tastes like shit, but I would like to have anything to get off a little edge. "...What is this anyway?"
"I don't know. Satoshi just said to try some," Hotaru answers. Instantly, I can feel it start to take effect. It must be one of those heavy duty ones, especially if Satoshi picked it out. I guess being a bartender isn't gonna be as useless as I thought it was. Good to know. At that moment, the door opens again. I see Kyoto freeze.
"...Girls...girls...girls..."
"Hey, Kyoto, do you want some?" Hotaru begins to chase after Kyoto and he dashes out of there. Hopefully, the both of them won't knock on any more doors. Wait...I feel like I'm missing something...Naoko isn't in my arms. Dammit!
"Naoko, Naoko!" I cannot see her anywhere in the cafeteria. The alcohol isn't working for me. While everybody is acting crazy in front of me, I'm stuck being the designated driver. "Screw that, I'm going into the cellar."
What?" When I enter the cellar, I find Takara in the corner. His face is red, which I could tell by the little light coming into the room by the open door. Goddammit, even when he's drunk, he's creepy. All he's doing is staring at me. That's it, I need some of this. I reach for the closest one I can find.
"Damn. It's in Japanese." Not caring about that, I open it and drink the whole bottle. You know, that probably isn't the greatest idea, but I'm not exactly the type of person one would look to as a role model. If somebody did that, I would be extremely worried...
"Seriously, other self, it has been less than an hour and you're already drunk. Who gets drunk at 7:00 AM? Losers like you-"
"You just called yourself a loser," I grin. This time, instead of being in a circle, we are just surrounded by nothing. It is kinda fitting actually, for I'm pretty sure that I blacked out.
"Forget that, you gave me no time to prepare for the next segment! The viewers are gonna be bored just staring at nothing other than us!"
"I think we're entertaining enough," I respond. Even if there's nothing, there's still us. Wow, even in my dream state I can be poetic. What am I, a poet? No, I'm a mediator. A mediator that many mistakes to be just another dog for the Committee. You know, like Kazuhiko. Everybody thinks that people working for the Committee are monsters who fight for their cause, but that can't be further away from the truth. Like I said before, I'm only in it for the money and security.
"For a mediator-"
"Shut up, I know what you're about to say." It is not like that is the first time I would hear something like that. Honestly, people think too highly of us meditators, thinking we can solve all your problems. That's just wishful thinking. Not even an Ultimate, who is supposed to be the best out of the best, can do something so heroic as that. Honestly, since Cassius should still be...actually Hotaru might've gotten to him and all my other classmates.
"Stop ignoring me and being lost in thought. It pisses everybody off. Like you're in the middle of the conversation and then suddenly you've to narrate and leave the person hanging-"
"Oh my God, please return me to the bunch of drunk people," I interrupt. The other me does not like that and takes out her whip again. Oh, so that wasn't restricted to the circus. Great. Now she can torture me with that whip in every dream I have. Exactly what I wanted. She then whips me, but for some reason, it hurts a lot less. Maybe because I embraced it this time.
"Fine. This one isn't fun. Next time you're not getting away that easily."
The first thing I see as I open up my eyes is the sky mostly covered up by a bunch of trees. It is still light outside, and I'm pretty sure it is still the same day. Hopefully. But I did just down a whole bottle of mystery fluid. Won't be surprised if I'm immortal and somehow traveled back in time.
"You're finally up," Ayano says. "Don't worry, I'm not an idiot, so I'm not drunk."
"Dammit..."
"I know that you don't like me or Kazuhiko, and, to be honest, I don't blame you. Both of us can be rough on the edges...I guess." It is strange to see Ayano this...talkative and emotional. "I mean, you did just beat the shit out of him for this story thing. What-"
"...Yeah, um, well, aren't we all rough around the edges now? Even Rosa-Mirabilis is when she's drunk," I respond. Ayano chuckles. Wow, I did not expect her to laugh. Today is just gonna be filled with surprises too, isn't it?
"Well, it has been a day since that happened. And nobody is dead yet, which is actually a shock."
"...Why are you doing this, Ayano?"
"I had time to think about stuff. Mostly Mitsuru yelled at me," she answers. I wonder why Mitsu-cho would do that. Goddammit, what happened when I was drunk? Luckily nobody is dead. It seems too early for that. "And, well, I think you've some free time now..."
Do you want to free time with Ayano Nishiki?
Yes/No?
New chapter! This one is kinda short, but, hey, everybody is drunk. And this story is kinda still on hiatus, but I just wanted to get a chapter out.
Yeah, college is taking up a lot of my time and the chapters in the prologue are still getting edited. Mostly because I'm lazy. And I can't seem to get anything done. XD Oh well.
Now for review time (since I'm guessing it will still be like this for this chapter too since Fanfiction hates me apparently).
CrayonPencil-Thanks. :D That's what I was going for. Because this is gonna be one crazy ride of a story. Especially when things turn to shit. XD
Harukawa Ayame-Yep. :) It is just gonna get longer from here. Mirabilis isn't a florist, she is clearly the Ultimate Magical Girl! Right, Himiko? Ayano is too OP. Minato is a precious cinnamon roll that needs to be protected. I love them too! :D They're the best teddy bear! Ayano doesn't care for that comment. Yep, they're here now. Thanks. :D Hang in there too. I did. XD
TheRoseShadow21-Not anymore. Hotaru got to her. NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Everything is going bananas now. Well, here's more despair arc things. I work at a library too and it broke my heart to write that. Akita, you traitor. Yes #ProtectThemAll...even Monokuma.
Hyperbrachydios-Oh, I'm not saying anything. I do agree with you with V3 having the best third chapter. V3 is actually my favorite game in the DanganRonpa canon. Keeping notes is a good thing to do since there's a lot of foreshadowing already. Even in the introductions. There's a lot of mentions of Junko. I will say nothing. :P Hey, Takara...Takara, hello?...Um...Well, Shinichi is an Ultimate. Ayano is thinking the same thing. Because nobody will tell anybody. Takara is staring. I fixed that this chapter, thanks for pointing that out. I guess it can get confusing. Yeah, I do repost. Because I'm too lazy.
ShadedLyht-This is Fanfiction, anything can happen. Thanks. :D Writing everybody is fun. Especially because they're all crazy. And, in this case, most of them are drunk. Dammit Hotaru. Thanks again! :D Have good luck in college too.
Tobi-as-a-guest-Thanks. :) Everybody needs a nap and hug in this cast. Even Monokuma. Who is suffering because his students are crazy. Minato traveled too far and got a bracelet as a punishment. Hopefully there's less typos now. I swear I edit these...I'm just bad at editing. Welcome to Fanfiction, where reviews are...interesting. Thanks. :D
UltimateShipper-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Laura Bailey is perfect for Akita. I'm just imagining it now.
Me-Yes, you can leave a review on your own work. The more you know.
QueenofChocolateWinx-Congrats on being the 100th review! :D Kira is the queen. Especially with Minato. ;) *careless whisper plays*
-When college stops kicking me in the butt. :P I won't. :D For readers like you keep me going with all your support. :D
