Chapter Two-When In Coma-Towa Hospital
Daily Life
Day Thirteen
-Naoya's POV-
I didn't know where I was. I just knew it was cold. I had something tightly bound to my body, like clothes that fit too tightly. More importantly, I felt the cold steel of something in my hand. I glanced down at the magnum clutched in between my shaking fingers. I didn't know what concerned me more; the fact I was aiming the gun at a friend or the fact that this was a dream. I closed my eyes and lowered the gun in defeat.
Then suddenly I was rushing, falling to my doom. I fell, clutching at air in desperation as someone I couldn't see clearly through my own tears looked down upon me.
Before I knew it, I was somewhere else. A room I didn't recognize. Small holes lined the room, and I wandered around in it. I was small, excessively short. Why?
A small noise echoed and spears launched from every corner of the small claustrophobic room. The pain of a thousand spears shredding through my tiny body hit me all at once. I didn't have time to scream.
And then... the dream ended. My body stopped tensing. I was relieved of suffering. Or so I foolishly thought.
Ever since Shiori had passed, I'd been having nightmares of my own death. Painful, visceral deaths only possible by Monokuma and his vast resources. Had I noticed these were a little different, I might have tried to awaken, to react.
Instead, I remained asleep and complacent all the way until a loud yell awoke me.
"This is not a drill! Get the fuck up and out!" Sho was slamming on our doors like a crazed buttstabber. Annoyed, I opened the door.
Sho ran up and grabbed my shoulders, "We need to go! Now!'
"Why!?" I exclaimed in confusion.
"Because... they're dead, man! They're fucking dead!" Sho yelled at me in anger and Hiro walked up behind him.
He was still wiping his eyes, "What is it... now?"
Sho growled, "Just come on, dumbass! I need your muscle!"
"Where are we going!?" I asked, worried for a friend.
"The staircase on the left side... the broken one!" Even with us right next to him, he was still shouting.
Exiting his room and glancing at the sensor triggers, Kojiro approached us, annoyed, "Why are you two out during these hours? And why are *you* shouting like a raving lunatic?"
Sho explained, "I heard a loud bang at the bottom floor and I went to investigate and I found... a body."
"What!?" Kojiro wasn't liking where this was going at all.
Sho grabbed my hand, "Hiro, now!" He pulled me off down into the stairwell. I broke free and followed after him with at least some dignity.
The three of us hurried along and sped down the stairs as quickly as we could without a body discovery announcement and reached the bottom floor.
Passing through the back of the floor to the other staircase, I stepped into the doorway and witnessed something terrible.
Taka Suzuha, the Ultimate Academic Prodigy, a rope wrapped around his bent neck tightly, hands at his sides, his right leg bent backwards under his thigh, his clothes cut and bloodied by his fall. The back of his head oozed blood onto the floor, creating the most traumatizing sight I had since my mother came back.