Chapter 1: Daily Life (1-1)
Disclaimer - I do not own Danganronpa or any of the characters you may see in this story. All rights is reserved for Team Danganronpa and basically anyone else involved with the making of this wonderful, hopeful, and despairing series. All characters you see here are based on me and my friends, only Japanified for Danganronpa tradition sakes.
Warning: This story may contain cursing with some * censors, character deaths, despair, no hope, absolutely disturbing sexual innuendos and dark backstories. Side effects may include tears, sadness, depression, and of course despair. Puhuhuhu. Don't say I didn't warn ya!
BIG GIANT WARNING: BE CAREFUL! THERE ARE SPOILERS AND SUBTLE HINTS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE OTHER GAMES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
CHAPTER 1: KILLING GAME START
16 students.
No Hope. Just a chance for Despair to take over the single shred of Hope they had ever come to value. Monokuma had told them that the only way for them to escape was by murdering one of their own. And once that happens, they would have to participate in a Class Trial of sorts, where it is a fight of life and death of whether they can find the true culprit or fail absolutely miserably.
"Th-This has to be a sick joke," Sakamoto Naoki looked pale in the face after seeing what had happened to Monomi (and what could've happened to Murakami Nanaho).
"B*tch, did you not see the spears come out of nowhere?!" Ogawa yelled at Sakamoto, he too pale from shock after what he had witnessed. "That bear was trying to skewer her like she's some meat on a shish-kabob!"
"W-W-W-What's h-happening?!" Izumi screamed out, holding herself in fear after what had happened.
The room was filled with despairing agony. Fear had enveloped on everyone, some even wondering if they could leave the school and some even wondering if they'll all be killed by the end of the day. They were frightened. And rightfully so to add.
"There is no way in hell I'm killing anyone to escape!" Kenta yelled out in terror. "The revolution I lead is pretty much bloodless! There is no way I'm gonna shed blood just to continue the revolution! Hell! There has to be another way!"
"Hey hey hey, I'm still here ya know," Monokuma looked irritated by the sounds of complaints from the students. "And not only me, but you're still here and you will continue to be here until the rest of your sorry days! Of course, unless you want to get out. And to do that, there is only one way to do it."
Monokuma had said that last bit a little threatening than he had before. With an instant, the students snapped to silence. None of them could ever believe they would want to kill each other. The very idea of that was just, insane.
Course not to you Danganronpa fans who are currently reading this. The very idea of having someone murder in order to escape is practically the living basis of this fandom. That and Despair from dead waifus and husbandos. Yes, I speak your language.
"So either we live peacefully together as a society," Hatsuharu began. "Or we kill each other. Guess that's the only choice we have."
"But to live together as a society," Akira began, sucking on her lollipop. "Don't you need rules for a society? It's practically the thing that keeps society in balance you know."
"Good call!" Monokuma exclaimed with a celebratory cheer. "Just what I would expect from the Ultimate Law Enforcer! In any case, there are rules you need to follow, and should these rules be broken in any way, then let's just say you won't be lucky next time I send the Spears of Gungnir out again!"
The students gulped. Most of all who gulped was Nanaho, as she was the closest victim to have been impaled by the spears.
"Which reminds me," Monokuma continued as he dropped 16 tablets for everyone. "Those are your iHandbooks. They used to be called eHandbooks, but because of new technological advancements, we're calling them iHandbooks now. They are better than ever! With hottest tunes for you to listen to! With built in movies to watch! With basic profiles of everyone in the school, the iHandbook is for you and you only."
Ryu was the first to open up his iHandbook, and instantly, the first thing that popped up was his name. With a whistle and an impressed look, Ryu began to play around with the iHandbook.
"Wow, this is actually really cool!" Ryu smiled.
"I think you forgot that we're currently trapped in a school with a killer bear," Nanaho spoke up to Ryu, her first sentence since she was nearly killed by Monokuma's harsh punishment. "But in any case, if this school is so down in the dumps, how the heck did we manage to get state of the art technology here?'
"The teacher makes a good point," Michiyo cracked her knuckles before pointing at Monokuma. "Answer us bear! Where'd you get something like this anyway?!"
"Wha?" Monokuma perked his head. "You think a prestigious high school like this wouldn't have prepared for incoming summer school students like yourself? Man, I thought you would have expected something better from a school that's meant to set you for life for good!"
"The conditions of the hallways and classrooms say otherwise," Inoue crossed his arms, having stayed silent for the entirety of this little orientation.
"Yeah I agree," Kumiko nodded. "What's with the hallways and classrooms? They don't look like they've been cleaned for like, decades! It's hardly what I would call a normal school hallway and classroom anymore."
"Speaking of class," Yusuke continued to add. "Will we even have classes? And if so, who's going to be our teacher for the class. I mean, you just shish-kabobbed our only apparent teacher right in front of us."
Nanaho, in her mind, said "F*ck you" to Yusuke.
"You kids with your questions," Monokuma sighed shaking his head. "Seriously! I don't know why teachers these days encourage questioning! It's always with the questions questions questions! How do I do this? How do I do that? What is this? If a tree drops a leave on the ground and no is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Figure it out yourself Jimmy!"
The students were silent at this. This time, they weren't even scared. They were just dumbfounded and a little confused too.
"Man, I love this bear," Ryu laughed.
"How can you laugh?" Yamashita was surprised to see Ryu laugh at Monokuma.
"How can you not laugh," Ryu smiled. "This Monokuma bear is like something out of a classic cartoon from the 1990s! I love our Headmaster! Hahaha! He's so cute and precious and cute and adorable!"
"I think this entire thing is getting to his head," Natsumi noted at Ryu.
Ryu's enjoyment of Monokuma's antics were unreal, considering what was going on was far from enjoyable. But maybe this was his way of dealing with stressful situations and environments such as this.
"In any case, feel free to check out the rules to your liking!" Monokuma cheered. "Feel free to do whatever want! I won't interfere with your fun time! And remember! Killing is highly encouraged! Puhuhu!"
Then with a snap and a puff, Monokuma disappeared as the students stood in the middle of the gym, each person checking their iHandbooks. Like Ryu, the first thing they would see was their names, then an assortment of applications for them to play and mess around with.
They were silent for a while until Akira spoke up.
"Well let's get to checking those rules shall we?" Akira asked checking her iHandbook as she opened up the regulations application in the handbook. Reading it, she began to nod at the rules that were given:
1. Students may only reside within the school building. Leaving school campus is an unacceptable use of time
2. "Nighttime" is from 10 PM to 7 AM. Some areas are restricted during this time so please exercise caution.
3. Sleeping anywhere but the dorms will be seen as sleeping in class and will be punished accordingly.
4. With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore Hope's Peak to your hearts content.
5. Violence against Headmaster Monokuma is strictly prohibited as is the destruction of security cameras.
6. Anyone who kills a student and becomes the "blackened" will graduate unless they are discovered.
7. Additional school regulations may be added if necessary.
"The rules seem simple enough," Hatari noted. "So as long as we follow these rules, we won't get skewered right?"
"That seems to be the gist of things," Hatsuharu gave a nod at what Hatari had noted. He crossed his arms. "And now that we have the rules, I do want to put one of these rules to good use, and that is Rule Number 4."
The students directed their gaze toward the fourth rule listed in the regulations.
"'With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore Hope's Peak to your hearts content'," Kumiko read out loud. "You want us to investigate the school to find any means of escape correct?"
"Spot on," Hatsuharu nodded. "With any luck, we might be able to find some sort of clue. Whether it can show us the route to freedom or give us a clue to what is happening at the moment."
"I like the sound of that," Michiyo shrugged. "In any case, let's get to cracking this sh*thole! Let's split up and search for clues!"
"And afterwards, we can probably meet at the cafeteria," Hatsuharu added.
The students liked the sound of that idea. And soon, they began to split off into groups to examine locations by locations, attempting find some clue as to what could've happened here at Hope's Peak and if there really was an escape.
(Classroom 1-A) - Awaka, Michiyo, Nanaho
Kaito Awaka, Konno Michiyo, and Murakami Nanaho were at Classroom 1-A, which was where everyone had apparently woken up in. The desk were scattered and the windows were pretty much bolted shut with metal plates.
It was practically how it was in the first Danganronpa but not that these characters know anything about that. The room was darker and dimmer. Nanaho attempted to switch the lights on and off but it didn't work. It looked as if the power was depleted from the building itself.
"My goodness, for a school, this is a very shameful looking classroom," Nanaho frowned.
"Doesn't even look like it's been clean for centuries," Michiyo frowned, striking her finger over at the metal plates and getting dust on that tip of her index. "Dusty as hell too. Why the hell are there metal plates covering the window?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to try to remove it," Awaka said as he grabbed the metal plate and attempted to remove it. It wouldn't budge. Even with Awaka's strength, the metal plate did not dare move. And with a sigh, Awaka let go of the plate with a sigh. "Man, that thing is heavy! Even I can't remove it."
"It's okay big guy," Michiyo nodded. "We now know that the bear isn't going to let it be so easy to let us escape this school. So hard that he even managed to bolt down metal plates over the windows."
"It was like super glue," Awaka was still mumbling as he stared at his hands. "Like I couldn't remove it. Man. It was heavy and-"
"I said it was okay big guy," Michiyo looked at Awaka in disbelief that he was still saddened over the fact that he was not able to remove the metal plate. "No need to cry over failure ya know?"
Awaka clenched his fist and looked down, ashamed.
"Y-Yeah, y-you're right Michiya," Awaka looked very very ashamed. As if he was thinking he was totally useless and that thought just made his mouth quiver as he shivered. "I-It's g-gonna be o-okay! I-It's n-not l-like m-my t-training w-was m-m-meani-"
"H-Hey, is he gonna cry or something?" Nanaho stared at Awaka in disbelief before scoffing and placing her fists toward the sides of her hip. "Get your act together! You're a high school student! Start acting like one!"
Awaka was taken aback by Nanaho's little outburst.
"Ah!" Awaka blinked before nodding. "Y-You're right! I'm sorry! Please forgive my moment of weakness! I won't fail you girls again!"
Awaka bowed as Michiyo and Nanaho stared at Awaka in disbelief. Like all the giants in these DR games, they were usually the gentle ones, and Awaka seemed to be perhaps the more sentimental ones.
"You don't have to bow Awaka," Michiyo gave a sheepish look at the Ultimate Fitness Trainer. "Really. You don't. Just stop bowing and we can either try again or head back to the cafeteria."
"Trying again sounds like a better idea," Awaka nodded. "Nanaho, you want to help me and Michiyo get rid of the metal plate?"
"As if I could help," Nanaho crossed her arms. "I'm not exactly muscular like you and Michiyo. In fact, I might go ahead and take that offer of heading back to the cafeteria to report that the windows just won't budge."
"If you want to do that, then go ahead," Michiyo shrugged, not really caring what Nanaho wanted to do. And with a nod at Michiyo, Nanaho left her with Awaka to deal with the metal plates. "Jeez, that girl just exerts all kinds of negative vibes don't ya think big guy?"
"You got that right," Awaka nodded in agreement. "Let's check another classroom to see if anything will budge there."
And with a nod of agreement to Awaka's request, the two headed off into another empty classroom to check if the metal plates their will budge as well. But naturally, we all would know the answer to that.
(Front Entrance) - Akira, Natsumi, Hatsuharu
Fujiwara Natsumi had Anzai Akira and Hamano Hatsuharu to the front entrance after she had mentioned it being sealed off by a giant vault of some sort. And upon making it to the Front Entrance, indeed, there was a giant metal vault that prevented them from leaving.
Now the questions have begun to raise.
"See, I told you this was here!" Natsumi declared with a bright smile before thrusting her finger toward Hatsuharu. "But you didn't believe me!"
"I never said I did not believe you," Hatsuharu frowned at Natsumi. "I only said it was hard to believe. Never have I ever mentioned you in that phrase. Clear your ears overly enthusiastic lady!"
"Hey hey Akira, does this guy always sound so stuck-up?" Natsumi asked Akira with a pout.
"S-Stuck-up?" Hatsuharu blinked before frowning. "It's official. I'm going to die here. And I'm going to die with relatively useless imbeciles no less. Why could I have not just stayed back at England?"
"And his accent sounds funny too!" Natsumi declared which made Hatsuharu shoot a glare toward her.
"Natsumi," Akira began, looking at her with a cold glance. "I don't care how strange Hatsuharu is. I only care about what this metal vault is doing here. And from the looks of it, given the size and its material, I would say it would've taken really long for someone to attach this to the front entrance. I would estimate it to be about a week tops. Are you sure it was there when you got here?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Natsumi nodded with a determined look on her face. "You can even ask Hatari and Nanaho! They were here with me when we checked the front entrance!"
Rubbing her chin, Akira eyed the metal vault again. Next to her was Hatsuharu, who touched the metal vault and narrowed his eyes before he began to speak.
"Well, looking at how dusty it is and the material at hand," Hatsuharu rubbed his chin. "I feel like I have hunch where this vault may have been created, but I'm not certain as of now. And given the dust, it must've been here for at least a year or two."
"But that's impossible," Natsumi blinked. "We've all been here since well, today!"
"And what is this hunch of yours?" Akira asked Hatsuharu.
"I will tell you later," Hatsuharu narrowed his eyes at the vault. "But in the meantime, I'm wondering if what happened to us was not necessarily just us falling asleep in class. Perhaps I am thinking too hard on this but at the moment, this just all seems too strange."
Hatsuharu shook his head as he stepped away from the metal vault and left. Akira and Natsumi were silent. Akira herself was dissatisfied with Hatsuharu insisting he tell them later what his hunch was. Natsumi on the other hand was wondering what Hatsuharu could be implying but then an idea hit her.
"Oh I know!" Natsumi sounded excited. "We should ask Monokuma! He's the Headmaster so he definitely knows something about this metal vault!"
"But will he answer is the question?" Akira asked.
"Hey hey!" a very familiar voice with a tone of offense jumped into the conversation. It was Monokuma and boy did he look angry, mainly at Akira. "I was here this entire time! How dare you ignore your Headmaster!"
"No you weren't," Natsumi crossed her arms with a frown. "You weren't anywhere near us. Where the heck did you even come from?"
"Well, you see when a momma Monokuma and a papa Monokuma go-" Monokuma began to explain as he blushed and began to sweat from the sense of pleasure he was feeling. He panted and panted and that was when Natsumi began to interrupt his conversation.
"Not that I mean!" Natsumi stepped away from Monokuma with a small hint of disgust.
"In any case," Akira crossed her arms. "Monokuma, what do you know about this metal vault?"
"Well, since you asked I might as well tell you," Monokuma shrugged. "This metal vault is just here for decoration purposes! It certainly adds to the mystery of why you're here doesn't it? Puhuhu."
"...Is that all?" Akira raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with that answer.
"But then, Hatsuharu stated that the vault was placed here like about a year or two," Natsumi pointed out. "It hasn't been touched once and frankly, I don't really believe that this was only used for decoration purposes."
"Well you can believe what you want," Monokuma shrugged. "I won't dive any further into the matter. Which reminds me, I got a dinner date with a nice filet mignon. So see ya!"
"Wait!" Akira yelled out.
It was too late. Monokuma left without another word and Akira had a bunch more questions for him. Such a shame now. Guess she'll have to ask these questions later.
(Kitchen) - Inoue, Kumiko, Ryu
Inoue Tadayoshi, Nakamura Izumi, and Saruwatari Kumiko were in the kitchen, investigating what their daily dose of nutritious would be like. At least, that is what Kumiko was more worried about and much to his hesitation, Inoue was dragged along with her while Ryu happily joined as well.
"Well, looks like we won't have to worry about food," Ryu smiled at the abundance of food lying around.
"Of course," Inoue crossed his arms. "The bear wants us well fed so we can be able to play his little game. Killing each other to get out. And he even got a knife display case to tempt us."
Sure enough, the knife display case he referred to had five different knives. From the large butcher knife to a small little kitchen knife, these looked like potential weapons one could use to kill someone. Even the dull kitchen knife, but would anyone really use that?
"But he can't be serious about killing each other to get out right?" Kumiko looked worried. "As a matchmaker, I don't do well separating people from each other. I can only bring them together."
"Of course he isn't serious," Ryu laughed. "A small teddy bear like that can't be that bent on having all of us kill each other. In any case, I think he just needs a hug! Yeah! That's it!"
"You're really trying to see the positivities in this place," Inoue spoke, crossing his arms as he stared at Ryu.
"In any case, I think Ryu has the right idea," Kumiko smiled at Inoue and Ryu. "We need to stay positive. If we're trapped in this school, then maybe people will look for us! And then we'll be rescued from this school!"
Inoue looked away when she said that. Ryu on the other hand nodded and agreed with Kumiko's positive deduction. They will be rescued! Yes. They will indeed be rescued.
"So to clear off all this stress, how about you two boys help me cook something up for the others?" Kumiko asked with a bright smile. "Well? What do you say? A nice meal for everyone to eat! Sounds good right?"
"I don't cook," Inoue looked away.
"It's a good idea," Ryu chuckled sheepishly. "But I'm more of an eater than a cooker. In fact, maybe I'll go set up the tables while you and Inoue cook up something nice for us to eat."
"That's a great idea!" Kumiko clapped her hands together. It seems she was getting a bit too excited on cooking.
"But I don't cook," Inoue looked at Kumiko and Ryu with a harsh tone behind his mask. Unfortunately, both Ryu and Kumiko didn't really seem bothered by it. Ryu went to go set up the tables while Kumiko grabbed Inoue's hand and went to scan the kitchen for whatever things they needed to cook.
"Don't be such a sourpuss Inoue," Kumiko pouted before smiling smiled. "I'll teach you how to cook!"
"...I thought we were supposed to be looking for a way out of this place," Inoue mumbled.
"We are, but we can't do it on an empty stomach!" Kumiko declared, still holding Inoue's hand. Inoue on the other hand stared at this, and didn't even bother to retract. So at the moment, he just looked like he was being dragged to cook.
Sigh.
There was no winning with this woman.
(Student Store) - Kenta, Naoki, Yusuke
"Whoa!" Kenta grinned. "An actual student store! Awesome!"
Nakajima Kenta, Sakamoto Naoki, and Nakashima Yusuke found themselves in the Student Store, where trinkets and ancient objects lay around. Some looked cheap as a game prize while others looked expensive and most likely belonged in a museum. They were supposed to be looking for a way out, but upon seeing the student store, they just couldn't say no.
"What is this little thing?" Naoki narrowed his eyes at the small MonoMachine that sat in the corner.
"Looks like a small vending machine," Yusuke shrugged, playing his game and not even looking up. "You need money to get whatever's inside. But from the looks of it, maybe you might need a special kind of cash to use it."
"How can you tell when you're not even looking at it?" Naoki raised an eyebrow with a dumbfounded expression.
"It's called peripheral vision," Yusuke said, not even bothering to look at Naoki. "Learn it. Read it. And know it."
"You dare mock the Great Naoki?!" Naoki looked at Yusuke with a glare. As for the "Great Naoki" part, we don't know where that came from but I just it's just those moments where a student says something so random that it doesn't really fit well with their persona.
"I don't see anything "Great"," Yusuke shrugged at Naoki who gave a scoff at this gamer's arrogance toward his superiority.
"That's because your eyes are staring at your game sh*thead!" Naoki yelled at Yusuke. He was mad. But more so irritated on Yusuke's attitude toward him and the fact that he was most likely not looking at him on purpose.
"And I mentioned peripheral vision, didn't I?' Yusuke replied, his response to Naoki's frustration being a little bit more calm and relaxed. Truth be told, Yusuke may seem like he hardly cared about whatever Naoki said, but truthfully, he found it fun to provoke him. Though, one has to admit that him playing that game and coming up with a response to whatever Naoki was spouting from his mouth is actually impressive as he's doing it simultaneously.
In any case, Kenta had to interfere their little argument.
"Hey hey come on guys," Kenta looked at the two. "Let's stop fighting. Let's just head somewhere else to find a way out. It's clear the Student Store doesn't have anything much of value here anyway so we might as well stop messing around here you know?"
"Who's messing around?" Yusuke asked, pausing his game and looking up at Kenta. "The only person who's even close to doing that is Asscot here who thinks he can try and provoke me with stuff I don't care about."
"You f*cking-" Naoki had no reply to that. Yusuke has bested him.
"Let's just head back," Kenta sighed. "Clearly with in this group, we aren't going to get anything done. I know! While we head back to the cafeteria, let's all work on developing teamwork!"
"F*ck no," Naoki glared at Kenta.
"Sounds boring," Yusuke resumed playing his game.
"It was worth a shot," Kenta sighed. Then they exited the Student Store together, silent with no signs of teamwork having developed between the three of them, much to Kenta's chagrin.
(Dorm Rooms) - Hatari, Izumi, Ogawa, Sachiko
Hatari, Izumi, Ogawa, and Sachiko were at the dorm rooms. It was basically a hall filled with 16 rooms. Each of them for each 16 student. The nameplates were place onto the door to showcase just which room belonged to which person.
Of course, Ogawa had opened up his and Hatari had opened up hers. They were in the middle of testing something, namely the walls.
"CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" Ogawa screamed out.
"CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" Hatari screamed back.
None of them were able to hear any of their shouts. That was the test and thus the test provided a result: the walls were soundproof. And if it's soundproof then it could only mean one thing.
"Nothin, just nothin," Ogawa shook his head. "Couldn't hear a damn thing. Are you sure you were shouting the loudest you can?"
"Definitely," Hatari nodded. "So loud that I would've been kicked off the runway if I screamed like that ever again. Which to be honest, I should've done a long time ago."
"S-S-So if it's s-soundproof th-then," Izumi shivered, realizing what this could mean.
"No one can hear the sounds of someone enjoying themselves!" Sachiko finished Izumi's sentence for her. "-Is what you were going to say right little girl?"
"She meant no one can hear someone dicing someone in the room," Ogawa shook his head at Sachiko's antics. "Get your head out of the sex cloud and actually cooperate with us damn it. That little bear's got our own rooms as a potential site for blood!"
"S-Still," Hatari crossed her arms, looking away. "To think we have to kill each other to leave. I don't want to do that. I want to live. But I also don't want to kill to leave. So are we sure we didn't find like a secret exit in the rooms?!"
"Are you sure you didn't find something like that in your room?" Ogawa asked Hatari, tipping down his fedora. "Because I checked mine and whatever secret exit there could've been, it was no dice."
"S-S-S-So th-then it's o-official," Izumi began to tear up. "W-W-We're g-g-going t-to l-live h-here f-for the r-rest of our l-l-lives..."
"Hey hey," Sachiko smiled. "Don't cry. Look on the bright side. At least we can have plentiful sex for a long time! I spotted a lot of cute guys I wouldn't mind banging. Oh and a lot of cute girls that I wouldn't mi-"
"Oi, Walking Sex Toy," Ogawa called out to Sachiko before looking at her distastefully, making sure to angle his fedora so that his eyes could give off that death glare feels. "Shut the f*ck up or I swear to Christ I'll tape your *ss to the toilet."
"Naked?" Sachiko looked at Ogawa, a little curious.
"F*ck the execution rule," Ogawa growled. He was getting irritated. "If I didn't value my own life I would've drowned you with the toilet instead."
"Ogawa, Sachiko," Hatari called out to Ogawa and Sachiko. "Let's not fight. Instead, let's just head back now. I bet the others are done and are waiting for us as we speak so we can just tell them that our rooms are soundproof and anything else any of you may have found. Okay?"
"Sure sure, whatever gets your t*ts to harden," Sachiko shrugged.
"Ex-Excuse me?" Hatari looked taken aback by her remark.
"You still think I shouldn't just leave her taped to the toilet?" Ogawa asked. "Because I'll do it if it means we don't have to listen to this girl talk anymore."
"Hmph," Sachiko pouted. "Well excuse you."
Sachiko had crossed her arms and looked away from Ogawa. Nevertheless, even with all this tension, the four headed to the cafeteria to meet up and talk about what they had discovered and if they had found an exit.
But from our point of view. From the way things look now, there doesn't seem to be any kind of escape.
(Cafeteria)
As of now, everyone except Kumiko and Inoue were in the cafeteria. At this point and time, they had decided to weren't ready to begin until Kumiko and Inoue came back. But apparently, it took a like while for them to return.
"Where are Kumiko and Inoue?" Hatari asked, confused.
"Maybe they decided to have a fun time together!" Sachiko began to drool at the feeling of love. Oh yes. Lustful feelings. Lustful feelings. "Oh! Young love! How I wish they could turn it into a threesome!"
"That's it," Ogawa shook his head. "Someone give me duct tape because I'm taping her *ss to the toilet!"
"What even happened while the rest of us were gone," Hatsuharu frowned, a little confused by what Ogawa and Sachiko were referring to. "But in any case, I suppose we should start witho-"
"Sorry we're late," Kumiko and Inoue arrived. Kumiko had arrived with a large pot of something. It looked like soup but one couldn't tell for sure what kind of soup. Inoue on the other hand drooped his head as he sat at the far end of the table, his expression behind his mask being embarrassment. "Inoue and I were cooking something for you all. After all, we can't discuss anything on an empty stomach."
"I agree with you on that," Ryu smiled as he went to pour himself some soup.
"Wait," Nanaho yelled out. "Careful with that! What if she's trying to kill you?! Don't drink the soup damn it!"
Too late. Ryu, used his left hand to hold the spoon and sip the soup and immediately he looked sick to his stomach. Then he coughed and hacked. It looked like Ryu was...dying. Instantly, everyone but Kumiko and Inoue raced to help him. Kumiko was just shocked while Inoue was silently watching this occur. It seemed like...he knew this was going to happen.
"You idiot!" Nanaho screamed at Ryu. "I told you to not drink the soup but did you listen? No you did not!"
"Seriously Nanaho," Natsumi frowned. "Now's not the time! Ryu is dying!"
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Ryu then stopped coughing and groaned. Then he stood up clearing his throat and shook his head at the soup. No blood came out of his mouth or anything. He was perfectly fine as the other students just looked at him in bewilderment.
"Oh man," Ryu coughed a bit more before shaking his head. "Kumiko. What did you put in the soup?"
"Um," Kumiko began to think. "Garlic. Tomato. Pepper. Salt. Chili Oil. Lettuce. Cabbage. Miso broth. Oh also some celeries and olive oil as well. And soy sauce. And a hint of vinegar and-"
"Okay okay, I heard enough," Ryu groaned.
"What kind of ingredients were those?" Hatsuharu looked taken aback by what Kumiko listed. "It's like you weren't even trying to cook. And by God you placed a lot of condiments into the soup as well!"
"B-Blame Inoue," Kumiko looked disappointed and ashamed. "H-He t-told me to put all those in there!"
"...Please do not blame me for your poor cooking skills," Inoue mumbled to himself before crossing his arms after seeing Kumiko's face. "As I said. I don't know how to cook so my apologies if the soup is awful."
"Well, I think we know who to blame for the soup mishap," Nanaho glared distastefully at Inoue who just didn't seem to care about Nanaho's little threat. Nanaho had taken out her yardstick, or shall we now call it a Disciplinary Stick?
"...I believe we were talking about what we had found in this confinement of ours?" Inoue turned to the other students.
"H-Hey!" Nanaho glared. "D-Don't ignore me!"
"Awaka, Nanaho, and I went to check out the windows in the classrooms," Michiyo started first. "We decided to take a great at pulling away the windows but sadly..."
"They were bolted down good," Awaka looked down, a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry I couldn't remove it. Really! I am! Grah. I train hard for something like this and now it just all goes to waste!"
"Calm down Awaka," Michiyo shook her head. "What did I say? Just cause you can't do it doesn't mean you can treat yourself like sh*t. Got it?"
Awaka gave a nod and sighed to himself.
"Ryu, Inoue, and I found a kitchen," Kumiko nodded before beaming proudly. "Which was why I suggested we cook for you guys, to keep our energy up. But wouldn't you know it heh, it looks like we kind of screwed that up."
Kumiko said this a little sheepishly as Inoue looked away, not wanting to be reminded of whatever the heck happened in the kitchen. Ryu also looked kind of sheepish, realizing just what a scene he had created instead.
"You guys should have at least taste-tested the soup," Ogawa pointed out. "Maybe then we wouldn't have to suffer minor heart attacks after seeing Ryu collapse like that."
"Well, Inoue refused to do it," Kumiko shrugged. "He said he rather not let me see him drink the soup with the mask off or something like that so we just decided to hope for the best."
"Yeah, sure, let's go with that," Inoue cleared his throat. "But in any case, the kitchen apparently gets restocked every day so at least we won't have to worry about food or starving to death in here at least."
"And how do you know that?" Nanaho asked.
"Monokuma showed up, naturally," Inoue responded. "And he told us all we needed to know about the kitchen."
"The bear showed up at the kitchen?" Michiyo asked. "What a random place for that bear to appear."
"In any case, it seems like Monokuma intends to keep us here for as long as he wants," Hatsuharu gave a nod. "As for me, I went to the front entrance to investigate that large metal vault with Akira and Natsumi."
"Apparently it's only used for decorations but I know that's an obvious lie," Akira nodded. "The vault itself, according to Hatsuharu, seems to be about a year old. As if its been sitting there for a long time or something."
"What?" Hatari blinked. "But that's strange. When I first arrived here, I didn't see any metal vault or anything."
"Same here," Ryu nodded as well. "In fact, it just seemed like your regular old front entrance. Even Peanut and Olivia can confirm this. So that must mean we are correct!... But in any case, what does this all mean?"
"I intend to look into this matter later," Hatsuharu crossed his arms as he began to think. "But most certainly, given the dust on the metal vault, there is no mistaking that it has been left there and untouched for years. But in any case, anyone else find out anything else?"
"Yeah, there's a student store!" Kenta beamed with a bright smile. "Full of fun stuff you can have!"
"...So?" Hatsuharu asked, raising an eyebrow. "What will a Student Store do to help us? I suspect the store is only used for us to purchase potential weapons for murder. That or exchange meaningless gifts."
"Well, I didn't get to search much in there for any weapons or gifts," Kenta shrugged. "Yusuke and Naoki were fighting pretty bad so I decided to leave it at that."
"What about you four?" Michiyo asked Ogawa, Sachiko, Hatari, and Izumi. Izumi flinched upon seeing some eyes look at her and immediately shrunk down nervously in fear. Sachiko was about to answer but Ogawa quickly interfered to say:
"Hatari, you can go explain it," Ogawa told Hatari, crossing his arms.
"If you say so," Hatari smiled politely. "In any case, our rooms are fit to be potential murder scenes. Ogawa and I tried yelling in our rooms but neither of us were able to hear anything. The walls are completely soundproof. So no matter how hard any screamed or made noise, no one would hear anyone."
"It's v-v-very s-scary," Izumi nodded nervously.
"But other than that," Hatari continued to note. "We couldn't find an exit anywhere in our rooms as well. I guess there truly isn't a way out of here."
The students were silent. There was truly no way out of this school. That fact alone scared everyone. The person who was scared the most was without a doubt Izumi however. She began to shiver as tears welled out of her eyes.
"Th-Th-There isn't?" Izumi dropped onto the floor as she began to cry. "I-I-I-I-I, d-d-d-don't w-w-w-want t-to s-stay in here! I w-want t-to l-l-leave. I w-w-want t-to...I w-w-want t-to l-l-leave."
"Izumi," Michiyo looked at Izumi, her voice quiet.
"I w-w-want t-t-to s-see m-m-my m-mommy and d-d-d-daddy again," Izumi began to hiccup. "L-Let m-me out of th-this p-p-place!"
"Then kill someone," Nanaho looked at Izumi coldly. The way she sounded, it was just not right for someone to be so cold to someone who was so distressed. "If you want to leave, then kill someone damn it. Otherwise, quit crying like a baby and start acting like a big girl got it?"
"Hey!" Ogawa looked very irritated. "You think you're helping her by acting like a b*tch? Leave her alone damn it. We all are feeling the same thing. Heck, I want to leave to go see my friends too so you got no right to tell her to stop crying like a baby!"
"You are all a bunch of idiots!" Nanaho yelled at Ogawa. "Don't you see what I'm trying to do? Monokuma is feeding off our own tears and enjoying every second of what's happening. There are security cameras around the whole school! If we're all going to shed tears like Izumi, we might as well sign our own lives over to Monokuma!"
Izumi quit crying but was now sniffling. She had began to wipe her tears with her shirt as her eyes had become red and puffy.
"So no more crying got it?" Nanaho directed this comment specifically to Izumi. "Otherwise you're going to be an easy target for Monokuma to exploit. And I'm not letting some bear gain the upper hand with that!"
Izumi looked at Nanaho silently for a moment before giving a small quiet nod.
"O-Okay," Izumi nodded, trying to stop sniffling.
"Well well," Naoki smirked upon seeing this. "Looks like the teach can do her f*cking job."
"Need me to discipline you?" Nanaho glared at Naoki as she pulled out her Disciplinary Stick, AKA, the Yardstick that she kept hidden somewhere. We still don't know where she's keeping that stick of hers.
Then the school bell began to rang, alerting the students with a:
Ding dong
Then sure enough, the voice everyone began to hate began to speak out.
"Ahem, this is a school announcement," Monokuma's voice called out. "It is now 10 PM. Nighttime is now in effect and soon some areas will be locked. Please don't forget about Rule #2 and Rule #3 and have a good night dear children!"
Now that was a creepy way of addressing them.
"Time to head off everyone," Hatsuharu nodded upon hearing this announcement. He stood up and left. "Have a good night and let's not forget to lock our doors tonight. Tomorrow is brand new day. I pray for everyone's safety."
Hatsuharu left. Then Akira. Then Nanaho. Then soon everyone else.
...
Tomorrow was going to be another day. What could possibly lie in this other day of their's?
MONOKUMA THEATER
Monokuma sat by himself, staring at us, the viewers with that signature grin on his face.
"Ah," Monokuma sighed in pleasure. "Another good ol Killing Game. Yeah I know we reused a bunch of talents this season, and since it's called New Danganronpa 4, you're probably wondering, what makes it so new? Well, I don't have the answer for that just yet but if you're one of those kids whose salty about having a repeated talent, how about you think about it this way? This season is going to be technically an All-Star season in a way with some of our favorited talents, or not so favorited talents. Sure, these characters were based off of real people but just think about how cool an All-Star Danganronpa season would be. And since some of previous holders of these talents were dead and we had no idea how to use resurrection spells, we can't necessarily bring back dead beings, but we can bring back people with similar talents. So yeah, that explains our Ultimate Supermodel, Ultimate Affluent Progeny, Ultimate ?, Ultimate Biker, Ultimate Gamer, Ultimate Writer, Ultimate Godfather...yeah. Basically."
...
Ding Dong
It was morning time, and waking everyone up would be the sound of the bear that had trapped everyone into their little state of confinement. Monokuma's face appeared at the screens of the student's rooms, with a cheerful voice that sounded ready to start the day.
"Rise and shine students!" Monokuma cheered. "Today is another beeeeyutiful day! So wash up and enjoy another day at sunny sunny Hope's Peak Summer Academy!"
Sunny sunny. What a joke.
(Cafeteria) - Akira, Awaka, Hatsuharu, Inoue, Kenta, Kumiko, Michiyo, Nanaho
When the school announcement had awoken the students, only eight out of sixteen students were at the cafeteria. The others were elsewhere and this alone made some of them worry. It was a high school where murder was highly encouraged, so no doubt there was going to be big big problems in this morning.
"Where are the others?" Kenta asked, a little nervous. "There's only like half of us here."
"Maybe they all slept in or something?" Awaka blinked, secretly hoping this was the case.
"Or maybe someone started slaughtering someone," Hatsuharu looked serious as he crossed his arms. "No doubt one of our eight could end up becoming a first victim of this dreaded Killing Game."
"Don't even joke like that," Michiyo glared at Hatsuharu. "Let's just all calm down and go check up on everyone and make sure they're all okay. Awaka, Nanaho, you two want to join me?"
"Y-Yeah," Awaka gulped. "I'm down."
"I'll join just so I can teach them a little discipline about abiding to the school rules," Nanaho took out her Disciplinary Stick as she looked determined to snap some sense into her late classmate's faces.
"Then we'll all stay here and wait for you three to report," Hatsuharu sat down, crossing his arms as he remained stoic and calm.
With a salute, Michiyo left the cafeteria with Awaka and Nanaho. Kumiko stood up as she watched the three leave. Then she grabbed Inoue by the hand and led him to the kitchen.
"While we wait, who's hungry?" Kumiko smiled.
"Again?" Kenta asked, remembering the small little dinner fiasco that had just occurred yesterday. "Um, we can help ourselves you know. But I guess a bagel won't be bad. Or maybe a turkey sandwich as well."
"Coming right up!" Kumiko smiled as she dragged Inoue along.
"...Why me?" Inoue muttered as he was dragged to the kitchen, leaving Akira, Hatsuharu, and Kenta to wait at the cafeteria.
(Dorms Area) - Awaka, Michiyo, Nanaho
Kaito Awaka, Konno Michiyo, and Murakami Nanaho were at the dorms area as they began to knock on everyone's doors. And much to their delight and relief (but not to Nanaho's irritation), no one seems to be dead...yet.
"Sachiko, you alive in there?" Awaka knocked.
"Wake up Izumi!" Nanaho yelled. "Don't make me come in there."
"Yo Yusuke," Michiyo knocked on Yusuke's door. "Really hoping you're not dead or anything."
No one was dead. Awaka, Michiyo, and Nanaho had already checked everyone who was absent in the morning and thankfully, they were all still alive. Nanaho wanted to use her Disciplinary Stick to teach them a lesson but Awaka and Michiyo wouldn't allow it.
In any case, our little Free-Time interaction begins now with these three characters.
"Thank goodness no one was dead," Awaka sighed in relief. "I think I can finally breathe now."
"I wouldn't know what I would've done if we stumbled on a dead body too big guy heh," Michiyo nodded at Awaka in agreement. "Best tell the others the good news anyway so whew."
"In any case," Nanaho clutched her Disciplinary Stick. "If someone did die, I'll be teaching everyone-"
"Discipline, yeah yeah, we know already," Michiyo sighed, getting tired of Nanaho's little shtick about discipline and stuff. "Why do you even think we need discipline in the first place? We're high school students. We don't need any of that yardstick bullcrap."
"I do want to wonder," Awaka scratched his head. "When did you start believing in this whole Discipline act kind of thing? Is it like one of those sexual pleasures Sachiko talks about constantly?"
"Hey big guy," Michiyo looked at Awaka. "Try to stay away from that chick got it? You don't need to know what sexual pleasures that girl is referring to."
"Ah, okay Michiya," Awaka gave a thumbs-up at Michiyo. Truly, Awaka was the nicest guy someone would ever meet. A very understanding person and someone Michiyo herself can't even sense any form of killing intent within him.
"In any case, you were asking about my Discipline quirk?" Nanaho asked, veering back the conversation to herself. "Because boy do I have a story to tell."
"You can tell us Nanaha," Awaka smiled. "After all, I believe we should all get the time to know each othe-"
"Yeah, now I don't feel like telling any of you," Nanaho shook her head before walking away from Michiyo and Awaka. She didn't even bother to tell her story and just left them like that. How rude.
"That girl just confuses me," Michiyo shook her head.
"Was it something I said?" Awaka himself was confused as well. Michiyo shook her head once more in response to Awaka's question.
"Not at all big guy," Michiyo shook her head. "Not at all."
...
This Free-Time interaction segment was off to a great start.
(Kitchen) - Inoue, Kumiko
"And then you just roll it like this," Kumiko told Inoue as she rolled a piece of dough with a rolling pin. "See? Easy enough."
Inoue was silently rolling the dough. He felt ridiculous, embarrassed, and most of all, just plain weird. This wasn't something anyone would catch him doing and he couldn't believe he had gotten himself dragged into this.
"That's a good piece of dough," Kumiko gave a supportive smile. "Really excited to see how yours turn out Inoue!"
"Do you honestly find cooking fun?" Inoue asked, sighing behind his mask. "And have you let anyone try your cooking before?"
"Of course I have," Kumiko pouted. "What kind of question is that? The people who I let them taste tell me I can be an amazing cook when I grow up. In fact, everytime they eat my food they're always tearing up in joy!"
Pretty sure it wasn't joy but best not to let her know that... Inoue thought before clearing his throat. "Alright, but why am I being dragged in here? I told you I don't cook. Nor do I intend to become a cook when I grow up."
"Well," Kumiko looked at Inoue for a moment. Why did she drag Inoue in the kitchen? And why Inoue specifically? This was oh so strange. "Hmm. I guess I just needed someone to talk to. And you seem like someone who could be very easy to talk to."
"...Excuse me?" Inoue looked at Kumiko confused.
"Sorry, let me reword that," Kumiko smiled at Inoue. "More interesting to talk to. From looking at everyone in this school, I'd say you're probably the more quiet and mysterious type and usually those guys have a ton of juicy stuff I can rack up about."
"...You're the Ultimate Matchmaker correct?" Inoue sighed, stopping what he was doing before looking at Kumiko through her eyes from his mask. "If you're thinking about matching me with someone, don't bother. I'm not someone who's suited for romance."
"Are you asexual?" Kumiko randomly asked.
"Huh?" Inoue raised an eyebrow behind his mask when Kumiko asked him that question. It was indeed a strange question to ask but nevertheless, he had to answer honestly "Um, no?"
"Then you can't say you're not suited for romance," Kumiko smiled at Inoue. "You have an equal shot just like everyone else in the room, regardless of sexuality and sexual preferences. As the Ultimate Matchmaker, it's my duty to make sure I match and mix the perfect pair together so they can live a happily ever after."
Inoue was silent. Was this girl serious?
"So if you feel like you won't find love, then I'm here to tell you to not give up," Kumiko smiled at Inoue. "No matter what, you will find love. I'm sure of it!"
Inoue was still silent. This girl was definitely serious.
"But in any case," Kumiko took out a journal was some sorts and began to jot things down. "Tell me more about yourself Inoue. I'll help determine who is your match ASAP!"
"Not interested," Inoue said firmly as he continued rolling the dough. "And whatever you want to know, I've only got one answer: It's a secret."
Kumiko began to jot down what he had said. Then with a thought, she giggled and began to jot down something else. Then she gasped and blushed faintly.
"...Something wrong?" Inoue asked, not even looking at her as he rolled his dough. And please don't take that out of context.
"N-No um...um...n-nothing is wrong," Kumiko stammered a bit. "Ah, let's just continue cooking. Hm hm hm."
Kumiko had moved away from Inoue to take a look at her journal again. She was silent as Inoue himself wondered what could've been up with her. She just stayed quiet. Inoue had no idea what she was thinking about, but Kumiko certainly did...
...
Now how can this be? Kumiko blushed, looking at the match she had made with Inoue...
(Cafeteria) - Akira, Hatsuharu, Kenta
"Ah, the latecomers have arrived," Hatsuharu noted, seeing the latecomers, the ones who didn't appear in the morning, arrive at last.
These latecomers included: Fujiwara Natsumi, Hatari Todou, Nakamura Izumi, Nakashima Yusuke, Ogawa Makoto, Ryu Sugoui, Sakamoto Naoki, and Yamashita Sachiko.
"S-S-Sorry we're l-late," Izumi apologized, looking down shamefully. "I um, I overslept."
"And I was too busy beating my high score in Tetris," Yusuke gave a shrug. "So yeah. Sorry for making you guys worry."
"It is fine," Hatsuharu nodded. "We are all glad at least you guys were not attacked last night. Really, caused us a shuffle to see half of us not appear for morning breakfast. But luckily, lunch is on the way, catered by Inoue and Kumiko."
"Those two again?" Naoki sighed. "Sorry but not sorry. Those two suck at cooking. Why are they even in charge of the kitchen in the first place. Get someone who can actually f*cking cook damn it!"
"Stop being a jack*ss and appreciate that at least some people are making sure we keep our metabolism come," Ogawa glared at Naoki. "But other than that, yeah, you kind of have a point. I don't know what's going on in that kitchen but whatever they cook up is pretty much equal to poison."
"Well, I can't say anything," Natsumi shrugged. "I'm a bad cook anyway so I know how that feels."
"But you guys can't just say that their cooking sucks to Kumiko and Inoue," Awaka blinked. "They'll be heartbroken."
"Kumiko maybe," Ryu nodded, agreeing with Awaka before continuing to his next point. "But Inoue? I doubt a guy who wears a Halloween costume like that can be heartbroken over a few criticism over his cooking."
"True that," Naoki nodded in agreement with Ryu.
"In any case, we're all here," Sachiko nodded before grinning wildly at the classmates she was with. "So no need to get your panties and underwear in a shift. In any case, seeing how we're all alive and well, who wants to head with to the b-"
"I'm still considering taping you to the toilet," Ogawa glared at Sachiko as he tipped his fedora down. "Don't forget about that."
Sachiko didn't seem to mind the threat. In fact, she looked turned on by the idea of having her taped to the toilet. So that meant all this time, Ogawa's threats had played no effect on Sachiko at all.
"Maybe taping her to the toilet isn't such a good threat," Yusuke gave smile. "Try something else Ogawa. Maybe then it'll stop her from making sexual remarks."
"At this point, I'm just tired," Ogawa sighed, shaking his head.
"In any case," Hatsuharu nodded at the students that have all arrived. "I believe our 'role call' here is over. Kumiko and Inoue are going to cook for us so be prepared for tha-"
Instantly, everyone in the kitchen left to go do their own thing leaving Hatsuharu alone in the kitchen. It seemed even Akira and Kenta weren't going to have a meal with Kumiko and Inoue (mainly Kumiko)'s cooking.
Hatsuharu sighed shaking his head. But then he jumped when he saw who was next to him.
It appears that Sachiko hadn't left at all. Instead, she stared at Hatsuharu with a perverted look on her face. And once she opened her mouth to speak, Hatsuharu stood and left the cafeteria.
"Nope nope nope," Hatsuharu said leaving.
"H-Hey come back!" Sachiko yelled out as she chased Hatsuharu.
...
"Huh?" Kumiko came out of the kitchen with a silent Inoue, holding a tray of burnt bagels. "Where did everyone go?"
The day rolled by with no more interactions unless you count Kumiko and Inoue's cleaning up but we aren't going to get that fluff in. We've practically exceeded the word count that I gotta use for DeviantArt.
In any case, the day would've ended...had not the voice of one Monokuma alerted them all.
"Attention all students," Monokuma announced on the intercom with his proud voice. "Please come to the gymnasium pronto. This is an emergency! Emergency!"
...
Truly.
They were going to be in some tough sh*t now.
Students Left: 16
Anzai Akira - The Ultimate Law Enforcer
Fujiwara Natsumi - The Ultimate YouTuber
Hamano Hatsuharu - The Ultimate Affluent Progeny
Hatari Todou - The Ultimate Supermodel
Inoue Tadayoshi - The Ultimate ?
Kaito Awaka - The Ultimate Fitness Trainer
Konno Michiyo - The Ultimate Biker
Murakami Nanaho - The Ultimate Teacher
Nakajima Kenta - The Ultimate Revolutionaire
Nakamura Izumi - The Ultimate Writer
Nakashima Yusuke - The Ultimate Gamer
Ogawa Makoto - The Ultimate Godfather
Ryu Sugoui - The Ultimate Cartoonist
Sakamoto Naoki - The Ultimate Film Director
Saruwatari Kumiko - The Ultimate Matchmaker
Yamashita Sachiko - The Ultimate Prostitute