ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION

I deeply apologize for my long absence. No excuse can help me bring back the reputation I once lost. After all, time determines the factor on whether how many of you still appreciate my art.

In any case, my fellow Danganronpa characters aren't here to scold me right now, so I'm free for the moment. On with the chap!


Chapter 8: Mr and Mrs Senior Part 2

"Salamence fainted! Pkmn Trainer Mako wins!"

"…Wh-What?" Chihiro could not believe it with her own eyes on the screen. She lost. She definitely lost against Makoto. Though, why? She had it on the last bit! Was it because she didn't use her moves properly? Could it be that she apparently miscalculated the pattern of her opponent? In any case, she had lost the round. She hadn't felt like this for quite some time!

But what are the both of them playing? You guessed it: Pokemon, specifically HeartGold and SoulSilver.

Makoto, Chiaki and Chihiro had their little match in the cafeteria during the morning. Other than their Pokemon battle, sizzling sounds of cooked food are being prepared by our famous Teruteru. He plated the food carefully and calmly. Today's breakfast is his special comfort food cuisine. It's actually his regional specialty.

But back to the Pokemon case, "How in the world did your Suicune managed to bring down my bulky Salamence?! I buffed its defence and special defence a lot!" By now, she had let go of the DS on the table, her arms flailing about in distress. Chiaki was smiling sweetly at the girl while Makoto held onto his handheld loosely and grinned.

"Well, where do I need to start first… Which one should I explain, Chiaki-senpai?"

"Hmm," she let a finger touch her chin and pondered, "let's talk about the Pokemon you chose in this match and then we'll go along from there."

And they explained from top to bottom. Chihiro gazed intently at Makoto, hearing everything about his previously successful strategy against the programmer. After that, she slumped back to her seat and muttered angrily to herself. Makoto sweat dropped at the sight of it and decided against cheering her up. In fact, it was Chiaki who patted her shoulder with a smile.

"Ah, don't worry, cousin. Soon you'll…*yawn*…be able to win. I'm sorry, but can I go now? I gotta sleep," without waiting for a reply from her *cousin*, she hung her head down and a bubbled formed out of her mouth immediately. The programmer sighed at her quirks.

"Nanami-chan," she spoke her name. She put her DS into her bag that she brought with her and sat straight on the chair. She smiled, "In any case, you win this round, Naegi-kun. I hope we'll do this again anytime you're free!"

He nodded in affirmation, "Sure, why not? At least I can polish my Pokemon skills better than now."

"Then it's a deal!" She grinned with excitement. "I'm glad I made a friend out of you, Naegi-kun."

Makoto nervously scratched his cheeks and smiled. Although he didn't get why she said that, he was thankful that she thought of him that way. Truthfully, he was glad to have met a soft-hearted girl like Chihiro as well. After all, his previous school years were anything but pleasant.

"So," he looked at the sleeping gamer, "are you gonna wake her up?"

"Nah, I think I'll let her be. She's been like this ever since she took up gaming as a hobby," she explained. "And besides, having a cousin who sleeps often is better than a loudmouth, that's for sure."

"Yeah, I can relate to that," Makoto was reminded of his sister who constantly told him of the many forgotten times which made him go red at the thought of how idiotic he can be. The past is still in the past, he thought, but it doesn't make him feel any better. However, he wouldn't have his sister any other way, either. Just like Chihiro's input, having a loudmouth sister is certainly better than the worse kinds.

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"Hey, Fujisaki-san, mind if I make a call for a while?"

"Huh? Oh, of course not," she blinked curiously. Makoto left the table and went to a corner. He took out his flip phone, grey in colour, and dialed a number. He waited for the recipient to call when she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Komaru-chan. It's your brother."

She gasped, "Big brother, it's great to hear from you again! How are things?"

"Everything's good here. How's Mom and Dad?"

"They're doing fine. Dad's still working at the hotel while Mom's doing the dishes. Wait a minute," she realized something amiss, "how come you're not asking about me? I mean, you called me, right?"

"You? Hehe, nothing's okay with you. I know you're still hung up on the ghost fiction stuff, so I'm pretty sure no guy will ever hit on you."

"Jerk," he heard the angry huff coming from his sister. He laughed lightly.

"Kidding, kidding… How's my little sister doing?"

"Well, where can I start from? Ooh, ooh, how about the time I actually barely passed the test?!"

"That's an achievement for you?" he pondered out loud.

"Hey, it's a big deal for me, bro! You know I am so bad at maths these days."

Makoto chuckled. If anything's not right, it's Komaru's ability to actually make something happen, "Yeah, I forgot about that. So, tell me about it."

"Right! When we were told that the maths test will be on that day…." And they talked for quite some time. Somehow, their conversation switched from maths to occult and finally to family stuff. He loves his sister a lot. She is the reason why he withstood all those taunts and insults to him back in the day. He told himself that if he should ever fail, he knows that Komaru will be there to pick him up. So, now that he is in Hope's Peak Academy, he wishes to return all of that her help, along with his parents', with one huge success.

That's how he can make it up to them. And he realized that they had been talking for hours.

"Hey, big brother? Can I hang up? I promised my friends that I'm going to hang out with them later."

"You have friends?" he laughed when he heard the pouting sound his sister made. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I gotta go, too. Say him to Mom and Dad for me."

"Mhm! You be safe there, big brother!" she hung up afterwards. Makoto put the phone into his right pocket and walked back to Chiaki's table, the owner just woke up and yawning.

"Hmm? Hey, where did Fujisaki-san go to?" inquired Makoto. Chiaki, who started rubbing her eyes, replied for her.

"Mr. Hirato asked for her to go to the headmaster's office. I think she'll be there for quite a long time."

"I…see" Makoto realized that he must have taken a long time when he talked to his sister. Considering that the gamer looked like she wanted to sleep, or play, some more, he waved at her, "I'll be going then."

"Huh? Oh, okay. Zzzzzzzzz…" She immediately slept after her answer. Makoto walked out of the cafeteria – of course, after picking up a bread from the counter along the way.


Makoto sat on one of the sofas in the lobby's lounge, eating his chocolate-filled bread quietly. He could hear Hirato picking up phone calls, welcoming them to his services and explaining about whatever the clients are asking. The room is quiet with only two people present – not that Hirato and Makoto disliked the fact.

Ahhhh, the environment is so peaceful and serene. The doors are closed and the tapping sounds of the keyboard occupied the deaf space. Makoto hadn't moved an inch since he ate his bread. He's actually thinking about something.

"Yes, thank you very much, sir. Have a good day," Hirato placed the phone back to its socket. He started writing something on his small notebook. Soon afterwards, it rang again. He picked it up once more. "Hello, this is Hirato speaking. Is there anything I can help you?"

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"Oh….well, yes, he's here."

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"…That's it? Very well," he hung up without saying goodbye. He got up from his chair and turned to Makoto.

"Excuse me, Naegi-san, but can you do me a favour?"

Makoto turned around, surprised that he was called out, "H-Huh? Yeah, I guess so. But what's this all about?"

"Well, you see, someone has asked for you in the library in the second floor. I strongly advise that you follow his instructions."

"Someone's looking for me?" it's hard to believe that a person, staff or student is looking for him, especially when he's a new student that had just enrolled a few days ago. Several thoughts invaded his brain: Is someone interested in him? Did he accidentally make an enemy out of someone? Or had he become someone's target for pranks? For Makoto, anything's possible since he had experienced all of that in middle school.

Must be hard for him.

Hirato nodded in agreement. Seeing his face, Makoto resigned himself to a worrying sigh as he stood up from the couch, "Alright, I'll go. Where's the library again?"

"Going up the stairs, it should be on the west side."

"Okay, got it. Tell him I'll be coming in a minute." The luckster made his way to the stairs, leaving Hirato to his lonesome. On the way there, he mulled over the thought of coming meeting, "I gotta be careful around here. From the look on Hirato, he's gotta be one strong guy to make him do what he wants."

He jogged up the stairs and made it to the second floor. He happened to pass by Hajime and a pink-haired guy chattering on the sides. Also, he encountered the girls he met at the greenhouse yesterday. He walked past them too, of course. He was close to the library, so he slowed his walk down to see the names on the doors. He found the students' changing rooms and the pool, but past that are two large doors barring the way to the library.

He opened the entrance and was met with an array of books shelved on the large library bookcases. The design of the library was made to look like the modern age with a set of three computers lined up beside a huge marble registry counter on his right side. The tables are numerous in numbers as well as widely distributed throughout the space given on the left. Chairs come in fours for each table. At the far end of the room, Makoto saw what seemed to be an area where dozens of high-tech computers are attached to the walls of the library. The windows are large and provides adequate sunlight for the dimly lit room. These are built on the left wall. The carpets are blue to give a relaxed atmosphere here.

But what's really fascinating is the space between him and the computer area: large – huge, even – bookcases that could possibly have housed every book the world has to offer….sans the illegal stuff. They are wooden in intricate design and are as high as possibly three of himself stacked up. Previous school libraries got nothing on this.

"Wow," was all he could say. His eyes widened in astonishment of what could be Hope's Peak's pride and joy.

"Looking surprised? That's unusual coming from you," Makoto blinked and looked at who was ridiculing him. He widened his eyes for a moment, then shrunk them back to its normal state.

"Oh, it's you. Been a long time."

"Don't 'Oh, it's you' at me! I'm your senior, so you better give some fucking respect!" he, assuming by the voice, accidentally yelled, "I can't believe you made it here in the most prestigious academy to have ever existed. Though, I wouldn't expect any less of you, Ultimate Luckster ." He sneered at the last bit, but Makoto shook his head amusingly.

"Well, I'm surprised you're here. I didn't know they offered small-fries a chance at the most prestigious academy to have ever existed."

"You're a small-fry, too, so shut your fucking mouth!"

The angry boy is blonde and short in hairstyle. His height can be compared to that of Chihiro and wears a black fine-tailored suit. He also wears black loafers and a silver wristwatch to finish it off. His blonde eyes glared angrily at the spiky ahoge haired boy. Makoto, in return, smiled warmly at him.

"It's nice to see you haven't changed much, Fuyuhiko-kun."

"What? Is that supposed to a compliment or an insult?" he retorted back with a smirk.

Shall I give you a history of how they met? Very well…

Makoto met Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu two years ago when he stopped by the hotel his dad's managing until now. Since it was the summer holidays, Makoto wanted to help his dad with the hotel maintenance, but the father kindly refused his assistance, saying everything's already taken care of. It was by coincidence – and a blessed one, to boot – that a famed yakuza family hoped to book a week's stay at the place. Then, when the family arrived, Fuyuhiko saw Makoto who was busy playing with his DS in the lobby returned his stare with an awkward one. Technically, that's how they met, but it wasn't long afterwards that the Kuzuryuu family had urgent matters to attend back at their home. They don't want to waste the money spent on the hotel rooms so they asked for Fuyuhiko, his sister and his bodyguard to stay behind. He's pissed at a minimum.

A few moments afterwards, when he went out for a stroll, Makoto bumped into him and caused quite a scene when he was threatened by the blade courtesy of his bodyguard. And so their encounter was not unheard of by the luckster's father who immediately thought of a crazy idea, one which his wife strongly disagreed when they first discussed: Make friends with the yakuza family's heir to help his customer. After that week, they became good friends and occasionally made contact with each other for some time.

Though, what happened in the duration of that time is unknown even to me.

"So, what Ultimate did you become?" asked Makoto. Fuyuhiko snorted at his question.

"Oh come on, it's a no-brainer for you. Take a guess, Makoto-kun."

"He's actually the Ultimate Yakuza," a new voice appeared out of nowhere, though Fuyuhiko realized who it belonged to. He sighed and turned to his back.

"Really, Peko-chan? You really need to stop ruining surprises every now and then."

"Forgive me, young master, but I felt it is rude to a friend you haven't encountered for quite some time. Forgive me if my actions ridiculed you," she explained and apologized.

The girl's most appealing features are her hair and the wrapped item behind her back. Her hair is greyish silver and twin-braided with a red ribbon for each of them. Her eyes are blood red and her skin is undeniably cream coloured. She is a tall young woman wearing a black turquoise schoolgirl uniform with a red ascot tie. Her skirt is short, showing off her black tights with white shoes.

Makoto elicited a yelp of shock, "Gah! Y-You're here, too?!"

The girl formed a puzzled look, having no idea as to why he is so scared of her, "Forgive me for asking, but you seem afraid of me. Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh, no no no no!" he denied it with gusto. "I-It's just that it's a surprise that you're here with Fuyuhiko-kun, that's all! Hahahaha," he nervously laughed in front of them. Kuzuryuu saw what was up.

"Makoto-kun, don't tell me," he smirked knowingly, "you're still afraid as fuck since that incident?"

He yelped in shock again, "No, no, no, no! I'm not afraid of Peko-chan! I mean, it's been a while since we last met and there's also the fact that we haven't met in ages and-"

"Peko, move forward."

"Yes, young master," she walked forward by his orders. Small as they may be, his orders are absolute on her will. But she does not mind it, of course. After all, it is her sole duty to ensure the safety and welfare of her master.

Even at the cost of her life.

Back to Makoto, "Aaaaahhh, s-stay away from me!" He walked backwards furiously to the wall. He shivered in fear and sweated profusely. His eyes widened in shock and nervousness. He was scared as shit. He heard the laughter of his old friend behind her, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Same 'ol Makoto. You never do change."


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"First and foremost, I want to officially welcome you to Hope's Peak Academy," Fuyuhiko started. He and Makoto sat on the chairs that were already there while Pekoyama stood by him. It was noon by then and the librarian had just returned from the restroom. Pekoyama had promised the librarian that they will exit the room shortly.

"Yeah, that's pretty much standard," Makoto muttered. The yakuza nodded in agreement.

"Good, then you know that this Academy isn't like any school that you've been through, right?"

"Yup, that's pretty much it," Makoto raised his hands and put them behind his head, "I saw some pretty interesting faces and, believe me, it scared me a bit. Heh, but that's alright. I'm pretty strange too, in a sense."

"You really think so?" replied Fuyuhiko, arching an eyebrow. Makoto blinked in confusion. What could he mean? "Yours was a special case. You couldn't even remember that much back then, but you once told me that it caused you a lot of harm. I say you have the most dangerous conditions to date. But….you don't seem so sad about it."

The luckster smiled at him, his heart touched by his words, "Aww, thanks, Fuyuhiko-kun. I never thought you'd think of me that way."

He scowled, alarming his personal detail, "Tch, don't give me that fucking crap." He crossed his legs over each other and continued, "Not complaining, but the class I'm in is full of shit people. Already a year and I'm not really happy with them at all."

"Why do you think that, Fuyuhiko?" asked Makoto. "I mean, of course people will be a bit distant with you. Doesn't that mean that you have to be the one to get close to them?"

Fuyuhiko gaped his mouth for a reply, but he stopped himself. Instead, he turned his head to the side and grunted in defeat. The luckster chuckled seeing that he had won the argument.

"Well, if that's all that you wanted to whine about, then I'll be on my way," he said in the friendliest manner possible, irritating Fuyuhiko. Makoto rose up from his seat and was about to face the door.

"Wait," he beckoned. Makoto glanced at him who then held a serious face, "There's one more thing I wanted to tell you."

"Huh?" He sat down, bewildered at the change of expression, "Okay, what is about this time?"

"…I want out," he declared softly, reducing noise in the library, "and don't play dumb. You know what I mean."

"Eh?" he muttered. "What are you talking about? Come on, Fuyuhiko-kun. Stop scaring me like that," he offered a nervous smile to him. But the yakuza scowled immediately afterwards.

"Don't start fucking with me, Makoto. Don't tell me you forgot about it? Oh wait, you can't forget it, can you?"

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"Sigh….. I still don't get you. Tell you what. Maybe, I'll tell Dad about this and see if he remembers," he replied with an honest attitude. He waved a goodbye as he got back up and exited the library. He left the duo to think about his ending sentence.

"He didn't even say goodbye, let alone even smiling when I said so."

"Perhaps there's a past event that he doesn't want us to know, master. Would you like me to investigate the matter?"

"Why would that be more important than us? We're friends, for fucking out loud!" he growled in irritation, ignoring his guard's question. He also stood up and exited the room, Pekoyama following behind him. Speaking of Pekoyama, she looked at her master's hair very intently. In fact, her eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Master's hair is…." Inwardly squealing, she held on to every ounce of her power to refrain herself from reaching out to touch his hair. Of course, Fuyuhiko did not notice as he gloomed over the fact that Makoto looked different than before.

"There has to be something that changed him. I just need to know what it is…"


Our favourite luckster had decided to go see other places which he hadn't seen in his self-made tour a day ago. Recently, he caught wind of a garage being developed at the ground floor and it's nearby the gym, though it is separated from the academy itself. Thinking of stopping by, he quickened his pace as he determined his next destination.

"Yo, Naegi-kun!" Makoto turned his head to see a perm-haired biker, yet he didn't slow down. Mondo caught up to him and walked together, "Where're ya goin'?"

"Oh, hi, Mondo-san," he greeted, "I was just heading to this new place that they're building. You know, the garage."

"For real?!" he accidentally yelled with huge eyes. Makoto got scared by the sudden change and leaned away from him. The biker noticed this, so he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Right. Sorry."

"Doesn't matter," he assured Mondo, "but why are you so riled up over the garage?"

"Well, why wouldn't I? A garage is a biker's heaven! You can trick your ride into anything you want and make it the best fucking ride ever!" he spread his arms to show his enthusiasm. "First, there's the wheels that you got to take care of. Then the jacks and shits of all that stuff that make it move and then-"

"Whoa, slow down! I don't have a motorcycle, so it doesn't mean much to me," Makoto scratched his cheeks nervously as he said so. They then moved the conversation to several other things that aren't worth noting in this chapter. Oh, they were talking about their middle school experiences, the friends – or, the lack of them – they've made over the past years. Speaking of past experiences….

"Hey, Naegi-kun. Have you once got into a lot of trouble for something?"

The luckster stopped and turned his whole body at him. Warily staring at him, he asked, "Why do you ask?"

"Hey, I didn't mean it in a bad way!" he raised his arms defensively, claiming innocence behind his words. Suspiciously, Makoto sighed and calmed down. He was getting anxious over nothing.

"No, I haven't. Why do you ask?"

"Well, since you're kind of like a lucky guy, I thought that maybe something unlucky might have happened to you in a big way, so…yeah. Sorry if I brought up something that made you go like that."

"….N-No, it's alright. I just…don't like it when people ask me questions like that. Bad omen, you know? Haha," he laughed it off and continued walking, followed by the Ultimate Biker Gang Member. Mondo smiled and was glad that he didn't take it to heart. Still, he wondered, Makoto acted strangely when he threw that question his way. He just had to wonder: what happened in Makoto's story?

"Hey, we're here," Makoto pointed out. Mondo turned to see a rather medium-sized building with windows opened on the top of the entrance. Speaking of it, it is a metal garage door that is possibly opened via a remote control. That still needs to be determined as the wires are still scattered on the ground beside the door itself. It shows that the garage is indeed not fully constructed if the wires and other electrical parts scattering about are any indications. Plus, some of the walls are half-painted and aren't fully closed up.

"Whelp, this is the garage, huh?" Mondo moved forward with hands in his coat pockets. Makoto hurriedly followed him into the garage. What they saw as the former opened the door was not what they expected to see.

One guy holding the butt cheeks of another.

"Uhh… Wait! Don't think we're weird for a sec!" the standing guy declared. Makoto recognized who he is: the guy who was beside Hajime Hinata once back at the cafeteria incident. He tried to remember his name…..Kazuichi Souda.

But the one squatting behind the mechanic and holding his butt is a hulk of a beast man. He wears a white tank top under his school uniform, as well as blue tracksuit pants and sandals. He has chains around his neck with a whistle hanging in the middle part. Strangely, there's some sort of blue lightning emanating from both of his eyes.

His face says it all: Blank.

"What are you talking about, Souda-kun?" he inquired at him. "This is practically normal! I just need to measure the muscle strengths of your small butt."

"You don't have to SAY THAT OUT LOUD!" he yelled furious at the man, his face red as a tomato. While they were having their argument, both the biker and the luckster stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to intervene or not. In the end, as if their minds were alike, they slowly crept backwards and left the two to their own…..business.


When they got back to the dorms, Makoto bid Mondo farewell as the latter walked somewhere else, probably to bug Chihiro. Meanwhile, Makoto decided to head back to his room and stay rested until tomorrow. He walked down the hall where his room resided and found his door. He was just about to open the door to bliss when-

RING RING RING

Hell wanted to say hi for a while.

"Sigh… Hello?"

"Hey, Makoto-kun! It's me, Sayaka!"

"M-Maizono-san?" he said, stunned that she called him of all people.

"Yup, that's me!" she giggled. "Sorry for asking, but can you come by the music room? Kuwata-kun and Mioda-chan are right here with me, so you better hurry up!"

"Mioda-chan? Hold on, who's Mioda-chan?! And why the music room?! Hello? Hello?!" it turns out that she hung up before he could reply. Eliciting another defeated sigh, he released his grip on the door knob and walked back to the lobby again.


"And it's just about the music band. Why in the world did I fall for her tricks?" he walked away from the room feeling dejected. All Sayaka wanted was for him to join their band.

"Come on, it'll be fun! And I'll be there to make sure everything goes A-OK!"

"Yeah, like Maizono-san said! And you joining will make me feel less awkward in the band!"

"Ibuki loves it if you can join the band! We'll make our performance as awesome as ever!"

And to make matters worse, they're putting him – that's right, him – to be the lead guitarist for their first future showcase. "They're debuting with me as the lead? I'm gonna disappoint them so much!"

But all of that stress can be dealt with if he could just take a break from today. He used his e-Handbook to wade his way around the academy. Truth be told, he had no plans on doing anything at all for the rest of the day. A surprise welcoming party from his long lost friend was indeed a surprise for the spiky-haired boy. Still, he was glad that he found a senior that he doesn't need to look up to. (Pfft…that pun, mate.)

Which gave him a thought. Hirato still did not know that he had met him.

Makoto descended down the stairs and informed Hirato that he met the yakuza. He nodded and said that he's free to do anything he wants now that that's done. Evidently, Makoto went back to his dorm. He strolled down the hallway, doors left and right, until he found his room. He twisted the doorknob and pushed it forward. He then pushed it back and leaned to the bed.

He sighed in pleasure as he felt the soft fabric underneath his body. He stared straight at the ceiling and reminisced the memories he made in the past few days. Already the first day of school and he got introduced to some very unique individuals: Yasuke Matsuda, Junko Enoshima, Mukuro Ikusaba, Byaku- no, not him. He's a jerk. Next, Hajime Hinata, Nanami Chiaki, Ginryo Jinkuro, Jin Kirigiri…

Kyoko Kirigiri.

"Hnnnn," he grunted in annoyance. He furrowed his brows frustratingly and turned his body. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it softly, yet it brought him no relief. He looked around to see what he can lay around with. Eventually, he found the same dragon plush toy he brought with him. He reached out for the plushy and held it up high as he laid back down on the bed. His legs touching the floor from the bedside, he looked at the doll intently.

"You seem to know what's up with her. Do you think she's the real Kyoko?" he asked the doll, who remained silent and unresponsive to his demeanor. Makoto heard the door being opened. He forgot to lock it.

"Hey, Naegi-san," said Hajime as he entered the room, "sorry for barging in, but I wanna ask about whether you got free time tomor-"

His eyes met the image of a boy lying down, playing with a dragon toy. His eyes met his afterwards.

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"O-kaaaay," he slowly crept backwards and pulled the door, "forget I said anything."

What an embarrassing pose he made. He quickly got up with surprise evident on his face and yelled, "Wait, it's not what it looks like!"


Midnight, moonless and the only light that was emitted during that time is in the headmaster's office. Inside the room is a trio of veteran students and staffs. Jin sat neatly on his armchair while Ginryo and Yasuke sat on the sofa opposite to him. Between them is a glass tea table with a bunch of paper files on top of it. Jin reached for one of them and opened it. After skimming through its contents, he closed it and looked directly at Yasuke, "And you're sure the only thing he took was a copy of the client's profile?"

He nodded, "That's right. He didn't bother himself with taking the rest of the research papers with him."

"Hmmm," Ginryo stroke his chin, an idea forming in his head, "it sounds like your client is the only thing that the thief is after."

Yasuke turned and nodded again, "Most likely. There can be no other reason. Still, the information in the copy was limited, last I checked. What reasons could he possibly want that for?"

"Tell me, Yasuke-san," Jin started, "What details did the copy show?"

"His name, his position, where he works and the details of his request. Why do you ask?"

"It doesn't add up," Jin thought. First off, the thief only knows the name of the employer and his position: There is no justified means for him to possibly use this info to his benefit. Secondly, his work address: the thief can use any kind of database and still produce the same results as the one he stole. The only thing that is a mite interesting would be the request details.

His silent mode smartphone vibrates on the table. Everyone looked at it as if it was somehow, just somehow, an answer to whatever is happening at Hope's Peak Academy. Gingerly, Jin picked the phone up and answered it.

"Hello?"

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"Yes, I do know him."

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"…What! Dr. Mifune killed himself?!"

With that said, Yasuke and Ginryo rose up in shock. Both their hands clenched and vibrated in the stressful situation. Jin's hand holding the phone trembled. It didn't make any sense at all! Why would he kill himself after sending a request to Hope's Peak Academy? Is there some sort of message that they are supposed to crack from all this?

Or could it be because of the thief?

"I..I see. Thank you."

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"Yes, certainly. I will inform Yasuke-san regarding this new information," he hung up and lowered his phone down. He sighed tiringly.

"Jin-san…what's going on?" Yasuke asked inquisitively. "Killing himself after giving me something to do? I thought he's smarter than that! I… I have never failed in delivering a request! You know that! So why? Why did he commit suicide?!"

"That's enough, Yasuke-san!" roared the seeker. "Can't you see that we're all similarly confused? It's times like these that we need to calm down and think of a solution." His words seemed to have hit the neurologist hard who shakily grunted. Ginryo, a rigid expression formed, turned to Jin and said, "So what did he say? What's this info that's shaking your boots?"

The headmaster answered willingly, his elbows on his knees and his head propped up under his hands, "The hospital's asking us to continue Yasuke's research. Says it'll be invaluable that he continues to provide new findings based on the idea itself. Meaning: he doesn't have to send the finished product, but he must provide a log of whatever breakthroughs he finds."

"In which case, they're strapping me to a servant's chain," commented Yasuke angrily. His teeth gritted in frustration and his eyes glared unintentionally at Jin, though he did not mind.

"I know it's unfair. But, for now, play along with them. There will come a chance where we'll be on the receiving end of this situation very soon."

"…. …. …Fine," Yasuked left the room without another word. His angry, haughty steps sounded the hall. Once is subsided, Jin leaned back to his chair and rubbed his forehead. It has always been like this, even before his reign as headmaster. Hope's Peak has been under attack by numerous dealings with several other organizations: some dreadful while others helpful. It doesn't help by the fact that all of them has several different agendas behind their innocent negotiations: a hold on the academy's most powerful assets.

The Ultimates.

"Talk about being hopeful, eh, Jin-san?" Ginyo chuckled. "And here we thought that things will change with the latest batch in hand."

"All in due time, Jinkuro-san," he lamented.

All in due time, indeed.


Author's notes:

All in due time - Emblem of Light -

Have to say: only the Jin, Yasuke and Ginryo part is what I feel glad about.

That Mioda part: I just don't know how to make her feel Mioda. I need time to study her character.

ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ATTENTION!

Life chapters project is now go! What does it mean exactly? Life chapters are filler chapters which detail life at Hope's Peak Academy. Also, the interactions between characters themselves.

What I want from you lovely readers, author or guest, is to give a request for these chapters.

Now, hold it! I know some of you might be eager, but hold your butt cheeks for a moment. Currently, I am only requiring requests at this stage and time ONLY. Therefore, once I've received enough request. I will close this section with a notice chapter. That's how it is, folks!

However, if I do not receive even a single request from you guys until the next chapter, then I'm afraid I've lost all hope for this story. An overstatement, if you panicked about it.

So, yeah. I'll be waiting for you guys to do reviews, favourites and follows. Oh, and the request: either do it in review section or PM me.

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... What? You're asking about the Pairing chapters? Screw you. It's too early to make any of those.

In any case, you can use the characters set in this story, or you can try make an OC visitor or something similar like that. I'll be willing to give it a shot, if you let me.

(20/1/2016) Request order closed.

Okay, now that that's done...

Review, Favourite, Follow. All of them at once. Please do. I need to know where I went wrong.

Yup, shit had just hit the fan for Hope's Peak and we get a little more insight on the academy's issues with the public.

Makoto gets the spotlight this chapter. Too bad it's going to be a while until his next POV.

I don't know whether a bulky Dragonite is a good idea. Anyone can answer this woe of mine? (Update: Changed it to Salamence and wording has been advised. Thanks, Guest Dragonite)

Okay, next time: requests or story? Until then...

Learn as you live, live as you learn