So a random idea came to me when I was thinking about the only K-Drama I've watched and thus liked, Dream High. Nothing like this happened in the show though. I don't know why it came to me while I was thinking about it, but it came nonetheless. Might keep it as a one-shot or expand on it. Don't know how to expand on it though. Hopefully this is enjoyable to say the least. I don't write a lot of fics that aren't action-based.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danganronpa. Danganronpa is owned by Kazutaka Kodaka and published by Spike Chunsoft.
It was a normal day with a normal routine for one Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. Go to school. Goof off as you yell at your classmates. Walk home after school. Buy some soda with the money you shook down from some A-hole. Toss it into a dumpster as you walk by it. Hear someone say "ow" from inside. Wait. Fuyuhiko paused, and stepped onto a nearby cinder block and looked into the green dumpster. A boy with spiky dark-hair and green eyes looked back at him with his legs sticking upwards, his school uniform covered with blood, and bruises and more blood on his face.
"..." Fuyuhiko stared.
"..." the boy stared back.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"The f*ck are you looking at?" the teen snapped.
"The f*ck are ya doing in there?" Fuyuhiko snapped back.
"I'm fishing. What's it look like I'm doing?" the teen grunted. He shifted slightly, wincing as he did.
"What happened?"
"Got in a fight."
"Ya win?"
"Would I be in a dumpster if I did?"
"They musta kicked yer ass."
"I knocked one's teeth out."
"Congrats. Yer a dentist."
"F*ck you. Call an ambulance."
"Why should I? You have any idea who ya talking to?"
"A midget."
"F*CK YOU!"
"A loud one."
"I'm from the Kuzuryuu clan!"
"The Yakuza?!"
"That's right ya bastard!"
"And you're pissed off?"
"That's right ya bastard!"
"Great. You're gonna do that thing where they killed the family of the guy who pissed them off, right?"
"..."
"What's with that look?"
"You… want me to kill 'em?"
"They're a bunch of d*cks. If they find me like this, they're gonna be less, 'What happened? Who did this to you?', and more, 'How dare you humiliate us?' I couldn't care less about them."
"Then I'll make their lives paradise to mess with ya."
"Then they'll be too busy being lazy slobs to bother me."
"How about I just let ya die?"
"Then I don't have to deal with them. Or this world. Plus that means I can leave this world having done something kickass."
"Get beat up and thrown into a dumpster."
"After saving a random girl from being mugged this morning.
"It's almost evening."
"I know what I said."
"Also I thought that ya just had the snot kicked out of ya for being an obnoxious sh*t."
"How you think I saved her?"
"Then I'll call an ambulance and make you live."
"Yay, I get to buy the new Galaga game next week."
"I'll buy out all the stores."
"I get to save money."
"You really have a way of seeing things on the bright side."
"Nah, I'm just good at being an A-hole."
"Go to hell."
"Life is hell."
"Kuzuryuu?" Fuyuhiko looked up to the side to see one of his classmates. A pink-haired girl just barely taller than him, much to his frustration, was standing there. Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer.
"Nanami?"
"What are you looking at?" She walked up to the dumpster and peeked over the edge. The teen looked at her in disgruntlement.
"Why the hell are you back here?"
"I was gonna ask the same thing. But without cussing." Chiaki puffed up her cheeks slightly as if scolding the teen. He didn't look like he cared.
"Do I look like I can move?"
"Ah. I came to look for my game, since it's almost evening." a bruised hand rose from the dumpster, holding a PSP. Chiaki grabbed it.
"Thank you. I'll find a phone booth to call an ambulance."
"Thanks." Chiaki hurried away. Fuyuhiko looked after her before looking back down at Hajime.
"She's the girl ya saved?"
"Yep. She's cute. Like a little puppy."
"Yeah, she is."
The ambulance eventually came to the alley and pulled the teen out. Fuyuhiko and Chiaki watched this happen and saw the teen being put on a stretcher before being carried away, the attendants wearing masks to block the smell.
"Uh, thank you for helping me this morning." Chiaki called. The teen held up a thumbs up in response.
"Hey bastard! What's your name?" Fuyuhiko grunted.
"Hajime Hinata."
"Well then, Hajime Hinata. Thanks for saving one of the three classmates who don't get on my nerves."
"No problem. I try to be a decent human being." was the last thing Hajime Hinata said as he was put into the ambulance and driven away. The two Ultimates watched the ambulance go.
-Line Break-
It was Monday after the encounter with Hajime, which happened the week before. Fuyuhiko was walking home with his soda after another day of yelling at his classmates at school. He took one final swig before tossing the can into the dumpster.
"Ow." the Yakuza heir paused, and then peaked inside on the cinder block still there. Hajime stared back at him, once again covered in bruises and blood. Only this time instead of just his school uniform, he was also covered in browning bandages.
"Again?"
"It wasn't Chiaki this time."
"Eh? Yer that familiar already?"
"Yeah. She got my parents to stop messing with me when she visited me in the hospital. They shut up pretty quickly when she said that she was an Ultimate."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that. That's the Reserve Course uniform, right?"
"Yep."
"How, uh, how is it there?"
"Boring as hell. The teachers don't give a sh*t, and neither do the others. Why?"
"My sister is going there."
"Well hopefully there'll be someone with energy."
"She's got quite a bit of fire in her."
"Hopefully she's big enough to hold that fire."
"WHO YA CALLING LITTLE?!"
"Not you."
"Good."
"I woulda called ya shrimp."
"YOU BASTARD!"
"Call an ambulance."
"Why should I."
"Cause I saved a classmate of yours."
"I only tolerate three of them."
"Aren't you an angel."
"Go to hell."
"Life is hell."
"So who was it?"
"A chick with red hair. And a camera. Kept saying something about being a man, as if that was gonna stop the muggers."
"..."
"You tolerate her?"
"Nah, but I do owe her for my sis bullying her."
"So you're both pricks."
"Shut it. I'm calling an ambulance."
-Line Break-
"I'm starting to think you live here."
"Maybe I should. No rent."
"You'd smell."
"Maybe that'll make the idiots in the Reserve Course have energy."
"Young Master, are you talking to a dumpster?" Fuyuhiko looked up to see his childhood friend, Peko Pekoyama, the Ultimate Swordmaster.
"Someone inside." Peko walked up to the dumpster and looked in.
"Well if it isn't the crazy b*tch." Hajime scoffed.
"The hell ya just say?!"
"What? I think I'm perfectly allowed to say that after this morning."
"This morning?" Fuyuhiko repeated and looked at Peko. She looked away, almost in embarrassment.
"Well, she was getting jumped. I thought I'd help out. Next thing I know, I'm getting tossed into this dumpster after being hit in the chest hard enough to slam me into the wall above it."
"I… mistook him as one of my assailants."
"..." Fuyuhiko sighed and pulled out his phone.
"I'm calling an ambulance. Sorry about her."
"Pay for my med bills and we'll call it even."
-Line Break-
Three days later, Fuyuhiko was walking home. He got ready to toss his coffee can into the dumpster, paused, and looked inside first.
"Ah. Kuzuryuu."
"Komaeda, why are ya lying on top of Hinata in a dumpster?"
"Get this guy off me before I stab him with my ahoge."
"It's sharp enough to do that?"
"I'm about to try!"
"Why are you two in there anyways?"
"Well, I decided to try to save his ass, making it clear that I don't learn. Only this dumbass stuck around and got tossed in here with me. Now he keeps talking about Hope and making fun of me for being in the Reserve Course and not being an Ultimate."
"How about the Ultimate A-Hole?"
"I think it's this douche-bag."
"I-"
"Shut it marshmallow."
"Marshmallow?"
"You got white fluffy hair. And a soft butt."
"Wait, what?"
"Da f*ck?"
"What? He's been sitting on my chest since morning. I can't move, my phone is broken, this place smells, my body hurts, my bandages are dirty. Situations like this, you try to do something to distract ya. So I just started playing Shiratori by myself until I got bored and started to notice things around me. This dumpster has 98 scratch marks in here by the way."
"I didn't need to know about his butt."
"And I didn't need this douche crushing me for the last 8 hours."
"It's actually been 9 hours and 17-"
"Shut up."
"You need an ambulance?"
"Yeah. And a therapist from hearing him talk for the last 9 hours."
"And 17-"
"Shut up."
-Line Break-
"Nanami, why are you in there?"
"I thought I would keep Hajime company while the ambulance comes." the gamer said from where she was, lying next to Hajime. The two were playing Galaga on PSPs.
"So who was it this time?"
"Some guy with shark teeth and pink hair."
"Souda."
"I don't have any."
"No, his name is Souda."
"That's stupid."
"Hajime."
"Sorry Chiaki."
"So why don't ya just walk away from these kinds of things?"
"At this point, it's a matter of pride."
"Right."
"Hajime."
"Yeah, I see it. Boss fight time."
"The ambulance is here."
"Can you ask them to wait a bit please Kuzuryuu?"
"That's not how they work Chiaki."
"We'll play in the ambulance."
"Kay."
Fuyuhiko watched as Chiaki followed the attendants carrying Hajime into the ambulance and driving away.
"...S'bout time she started making friends by herself."
-Line Break-
"Hi."
"Hello Chiaki."
"You're in the dumpster again?"
"Duh."
"Hey A-Hole."
"Hey tiny."
"DA F*CK YA JUST CALL ME?!"
"You heard me."
"How many times do you get beat up?"
"I don't know. Call an ambulance."
"Kay." Fuyuhiko watched Chiaki run to a nearby phone booth before looking back down at Hajime.
"Aren't ya in trouble for skipping classes?"
"The only thing they care about is our tuition. My little bro takes care of that though, so…"
"Ya make yer brother pay for ya?"
"He insists on paying for me."
"What's his name?"
"Izuru Kamukura."
"Izu- You're his brother?!"
"Yep."
"B-but your name is Hinata!"
"Kamukura is our step-dad's name. Hinata was our real dad's name."
"Well… I guess you two do kinda look alike."
"Yeah. Only thing I'm glad people compare us about."
"People compare ya?"
"He's the Ultimate Ultimate. I'm the ordinary guy. Of course they do. Every day. It's always, 'Izuru can do this, Izuru can do that, why can't you?' Even when I do do something cool, it's responded with 'Izuru does it better'." For the first time, Hajime was making a face different from the deadpan he usually had.
"Sounds like a pain."
"Yeah."
"...Brother's intuition, but ya don't sound like yer jealous of him."
"I used to be, but I spend my time focusing on making sure he's raised right."
"Yer helping raise him?"
"Duh. Do my parents sound like they should be raising someone?"
"Good point. Is that why he pays for you?"
"Well he's kinda attached to me, so he's hoping that I can find a Talent so that he'll be in the same class as me."
"Kamukura's attached to something? He's always apathetic about stuff, and really doesn't seem to care about most things."
"That's my baby brother."
"Baby brother?"
"He's five years younger."
"F-five?!"
"He skipped a few years."
"How is he so tall then?!"
"He has the Ultimate Basketball Player Talent. Have you seen those guys? He was always a couple inches taller than he was supposed to be."
"Oh, right… I should probably tell Komaeda."
"Tell him what?"
"That he's trying to hit on a kid five years younger than him."
"IMA KILL THAT MARSHMALLOW PERVERT!"
"I THOUGHT YA COULDN'T MOVE?! AND HOW ARE YA MOVING THE DAMN DUMPSTER?!"
-Line Break-
"Huh?"
"What is it, Kuzuryuu?"
"Hinata's not in there."
"What?" Chiaki looked inside the dumpster. Sure enough, Hajime wasn't inside this time.
"What happened?" Fuyuhiko looked around.
"You don't think-"
"Nah, that can't be."
"What can't?" Fuyuhiko and Chiaki whirled around in surprise. Hajime was standing there, covered in fresh bandages.
"Hajime! You're not in the- wow, you're really tall."
"Pisses me off."
"Yeah, I'm not in the dumpster this time."
"What happened? Based on your bandages, you still got beat up."
"Yep. But this time the chicks actually helped me out."
"Chicks?"
"Who were they, Hajime?"
"I think their names were Nevermind and Mioda."
"Oh, that makes sense."
"Well since you can walk Hajime, how about we get some dinner together? I brought a new game."
"Sure. There's a good burger place nearby. You coming Kuzuryuu?"
"Nah, I gotta get home." Hajime shrugged, and he and Chiaki walked away together. Fuyuhiko stared after them.
"...Checking a dumpster seriously became my routine," he realized.
-Line Break-
Fuyuhiko sat with his chair leaned back and his feet on the desk. Chiaki walked past him and nodded.
"Hi Kuzuryuu."
"Hey Nanami."
"Hey."
"Hi Hajime."
"Hey A-hole."
The two paused, and whirled around in surprise. Hajime was in the classroom with them, held up under his armpits from a look-a-like boy with hair reaching his feet and red eyes.
"What are ya doing here?!" Kuzuryuu said in surprise.
"Izuru found out about my dumpster dumping, so he took me straight here."
"Nii-cha."
"Yeah yeah, give me a minute."
"Are, are you allowed here?"
"Who knows. Don't think Izuru's letting me go though."
"No."
"Oh. Well, are we still having dinner?" Chiaki asked.
"Yep."
"I'm coming."
"Sure. That okay Chiaki?"
"Of course."
Bit by bit, students trailed in. Each paused when they saw the new kid. Some lit up in recognition. The last one was Chisa Yukizome, the teacher. She paused when she saw Hajime.
"Uh… Who are you?"
"Nii-cha."
"NII-CHA?!"
"I'm starting to think everyone here's loud."
"Well… Uh… Wait, that's the uniform for the Reserve Course."
"Yeah, I get I'm not supposed to be here, but my little brother dragged me here."
"Well he's sort of an Ultimate." Fuyuhiko said as he leaned his head on his fist.
"Oh? What kind young Kuzuryuu?"
"The Ultimate Dumpster Boy." Fuyuhiko snickered.
"Go to hell."
"Life is hell." Hajime grinned amusedly at the Yakuza heir.
-Line Break-
"That was the Main Course? It was pretty much the same as the Reserve Course, only everyone was screaming instead of sleeping." Hajime said as he walked with Chiaki and Fuyuhiko. Well, Izuru walked. Hajime was slung over his shoulder.
"More lively though." Chiaki smiled.
"I guess that's a better word." Hajime shrugged. He looked around before tapping Izuru's shoulder.
"Nii-cha?"
"Put me down for a sec." Izuru set his brother down, and Hajime walked into the alley. The other three looked around the corner to see Hajime climb into the dumpster. Fuyuhiko and Chiaki peered over the corner to see Hajime laying on the bottom, feet on the side like usual.
"What? I'm the Ultimate Dumpster Boy." he shrugged. The two snickered before helping him out.
'Heh. I guess I tolerate 4 people at school now.' Fuyuhiko thought.
-Line Break-
"Izuru, I was making a joke. I didn't want you to go and actually register me as the Ultimate Dumpster Boy."
"Sorry."
Hajime would graduate from the Main Course of Hope's Peak three years later and become head of his own company after taking it from his parents. It would become known as Dumpster Boy Inc. It specialized in charitable acts. Like cleaning dumpsters.
So that was this little one-shot. Nothing really to say. As per the usual, leave a review! Azure out!