She's an influencer? Is that why she expected me to know who she is?
...Meh.
I hand the PDA back to Kanna, ignoring the expectant look on her face and go through my registered classmates again.
...
...Hm? There's two more spaces here. Did they add two new students to 80-A, or….?
I shrug. I don't really care one way or the other. Sixteen classmates or eighteen, maybe even twenty. I don't care-
"Do you really not recognize me at all!?" Kanna whines.
...Okay maybe I do mind just a little bit.
Kasumi stares at me with a judgemental look on her face.
"Don't look at me like that."
Kasumi glances back at the boxes scattered around my new room.
"Stop judging me."
Kasumi nudges one of my boxes with her foot. "Is this full of books too? It's heavy."
I groan, picking up the box and placing it with the other boxes containing my books. "If you're just going to judge me and not help unpack, you can go bother someone else."
"Nah," Kasumi shakes her head. "It's too late to get rid of me. I've imprinted on you like a duck, we're stuck together forever~."
"Stupid gremlin."
"Baby raccoon."
"Juriya Inaba."
Both of us jump at the sound of the new voice, whipping around to find Juriya standing in the doorway to my room, Armen and an unfamiliar girl on either side of her.
"Juriya, you scared me." I frown. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." Juriya says, grabbing the olive haired girl by her by the arm and shoving her into the room. "She's bothering me." she says plainly.
"All I said was that you look snazzy in your suit…" Olive Hair grumbles under her breath.
Juriya ignores her. "Also, it appears that more of us have gotten detention." she says, shooting a look at the young man beside her.
Armen looks unperturbed. "It seems one of the teachers didn't appreciate me criticizing their syllabus." he says.
"I see." I say, unable to think of a response to either of them.
Kasumi moves up to stand beside me. She smiles awkwardly at Armen, trying to be friendly despite the cold, almost evil demeanor from when we first met still exuding from him. Frankly I don't know how Juriya isn't shivering just standing by him.
"So, um, I see you made a friend, Armen." Kasumi says, gesturing at Juriya.
Armen gives her an incredulous, affronted look. "Don't be ridiculous." Armen says. "Inaba and I are not friends," he says. "I have no need for things like that."
Juriya looks offended too, but not at Armen's comment, at Kasumi. "Precisely." she agrees. "Armen and I are merely going to play chess." she says and glares at Olive Hair. "Asuga here was getting in the way of that." Juriya says and turns on her heel. "Now, if you'll excuse me." she says and walks away.
"So, Juriya Inaba. You never said anything about her when Sugawara first encountered her." the woman says to the man.
The man looks away from the screen, surprised. "I didn't? Huh." he says and turns back to their screens, flipping through the cameras until they're focused on the one of Armen and Juriya leaving the dormitories. "An Ultimate Surgeon, right?" he asks, humming when the woman nods. "One of the many candidates for Pride." the man scoffs. "This class is full of a bunch of prideful little shits."
The woman stifles a laugh. "Be serious."
The man yawns as he flips the camera back to Sora's room. "Well, out of Pride's many candidates, y'know who I think'll take the crown?"
The woman raises an eyebrow when she hears the man's answer. "Really now? Interesting…"
Armen just looks at the three girls coldly and follows Juriya out of the room.
Kasumi and I turn to the new addition, 'Asuga'. She's a little shorter than Juriya and taller than me and Kasumi. "So, what's your name?" I ask.
I am absolutely not ready for the energy she comes at me with and I don't think Kasumi is either.
Olive Hair grabs one of Kasumi's hands and one of my hands, smiling brightly.
"Yo, yo, yo! Hello beautiful girls, nice to meet ya, the name's Shun Asuga but you can call me Shun - or simply Shu if you want. It's nice to see some new and cute faces around here! Juriya was cute and all and that Armen guy was meh but their energy just wasn't it, y'feel? Also, don't you think they kinda look like walking, talking corpses? Kinda funny to see them together, right?" Shun laughs. She suddenly gasps and pulls out two pairs of roller skates. From where? I don't know. "Also, here are some complimentary roller skates as a sign of good nature to commemorate our new beginning as classmates! You two are quite lucky since I don't usually give these kinds of roller skates away, they tend to be quite expensive~." she drawls, smirking as she shoves the roller skates in our hands.
"Roller skates? I-I don't know how to-" Kasumi stammers, feeling just as overwhelmed as me from Shun's extremely high energy, but Shun quickly continues on her rant of an introduction.
"They tend to cost around three to four million yen since they are quite…special." Shun smiles happily.
And just like that, Kasumi suddenly looks extremely interested in her new roller skates. However, the look in her eyes tells me she has plans for them that don't involve using them for their intended purpose.
"Oh fuck, I forgot to introduce my talent didn't I?" Shun facepalms, continuing.
Well, yes, but from the roller skates you just pulled out of your ass I think I can safely assume that you're-
"Well, as you have already seen and might be thinking, I am known as the Ultimate Roller Skater. My gang also calls me The Wind Rakshasi of Tokyo, the leader of the roller skate gang called the 'Tokyo Rakshasa', well… it was nice meeting ya cuties, but I have important stuff to do, time is money, you know how it is!" Shun beams and finally stays still enough for me to actually look at her.
Shun has a slim and athletic body build befitting an Ultimate Roller Skater. Her skin is light and she has round chocolate brown eyes with a small scar across her nose. She has back-length olive green messy hair with pink braids and a heart shaped ahoge. Shun is basically wearing her clothes - she only has on the Hope's Peak blazer (and seeing how detention happy Hope's Peak seems to be, Shun will more than likely join the rest of us in detention because of it). But under that she has on a gray t-shirt with what looks like a green Rakshasi with wings and clouds behind her. Her pants are light green and pink plaid joggers with chains dangling on either side of her and she wears matching green and pink plaid Heelys.
Shun claps her hands suddenly, her eyes widening. "Wait! You ladies wouldn't happen to be in Class 80-A, would you? I know that Juriya and Armen are and it seemed like you knew them, so."
"Jesus Christ," the man says, rubbing his temples. "I think this kid might have Yuan beat in terms of annoying Sugawara."
The woman nods in agreement and recites what she knows about the Ultimate Roller Skater. "Shun Asuga, the second candidate for Greed. She's half Malaysian, which is why she has all those Rakshasi motifs on her." she says. "You can't see it right now but she's actually hiding another Rakshasi somewhere on her…"
"Hm." the man says. "What exactly is a Rakshasi anyway?"
Shun smiles toothily as she holds out her PDA for us to take, exposing a bunch of black, light green, and pink wristbands on her right wrist. "C'mon, aren't we supposed to register each other or something?"
I sigh and put down my new roller skates. I take the PDA from her and pull mine out, tapping them together. I hand Shun's PDA to Kasumi and scroll through the information on my new classmate.
CLASSMATE REGISTERED:
Name Shun Asuga
Height 5 ft. 8 in. (172.5 cm.) | Weight 129 lbs. (58 kg.)
Chest 32 in. (82 cm.) | Blood Type A+
D.O.B. April 1 | Age 17
Likes Anime, aggressive inline and vert skating, creating new roller skates
Dislikes Discrimination, romance and sci-fi novels, sour things
Ultimate Roller Skater
Huh, she has the same birthday as Kasumi. I wonder if April first just has a tendency to breed obnoxious girls like these two-
"Right, Sora and Kasumi." Shun nods. "Memorized. Well, I'm gonna go now-"
Hold on, I never said she could call me Sora-
Shun gives us one last smile and turns and leaves the room. I raise an eyebrow when I see some kind of markings peeking out from under the right leg of her joggers...a tattoo?
"That was certainly...an introduction." Kasumi says slowly.
I raise an eyebrow as I turn to look at her. "What, was that energy too much for even you?" I ask, smirking.
Kasumi scoffs and quickly shakes her head, snapping out of whatever daze she was in. "Don't be ridiculous, Sora. No one can beat me in crackhead energy."
...Crackhead ener-?
"Anyways," Kasumi says. "do you think these are really worth that much yen?" she asks, holding up the skates from Shun.
"I don't know." I say. "The value of customized roller skates isn't within my library of random knowledge." I say, looking down at the ones Shun gave me. "Why?"
"No reason." Kasumi says quickly. "Anyways," she repeats and grins mischievously. "I'm gonna go put these back in my room and then you can show me to the box that has all of your intimates-"
"Absolutely not you fucking gremlin." I say quickly and flick Kasumi's forehead.
Kasumi pouts, smacking my hand away and shielding her forehead from further attack. "I just want to bond-"
"You don't need to see my underwear to bond with me you weirdo." I hiss, grabbing and pinching her cheeks since she's shielding her forehead. "You're not the protagonist of some game that gives you the underwear of your classmates when you maximize the bonds of your friendship or something."
Kasumi wrestles my hands away from her face. "No...but I could be-"
"Absolutely not."
Well, we spent a good three hours unpacking both mine and Kasumi's rooms and we still have yet to be called for class or an assembly or anything like that. We missed the lunch period and we're all tuckered out from working so we're just laying outside on the grass, waiting for something to happen.
"I'm hungry."
"Oh no." Kasumi sighs dramatically, moving to use my legs as a pillow.
I frown. "What do you mean 'oh no'?" I ask. "Is there something wrong with me being hungry?"
"You get hangry."
"Any normal person does when they're hungry."
"It's not normal to be angry when you're hungry."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"Yes-" I stop when I hear some sort of crunching approaching us. "Do you hear that?"
She frowns. "Hear what?" Kasumi asks.
"That crunching."
Kasumi raises an eyebrow, looking at me like I'm crazy. "Okay, now I think the hunger is doing something else to you. I don't hear anything-"
"Are you two Sora Sugawara and Kasumi Yuan?"
Kasumi and I raise our heads when we hear our names.
Of course, it's another student. He's pale and skinny...a little too skinny for his height and our age. He has dark bags under his eyes so he's most likely going to be the butt of Kasumi's raccoon jokes too-
"A fake raccoon." Kasumi whispers.
Never mind.
The boy looks at us with half-lidded eyes, frowning as he awaits a response. He has pitch back shoulder-length hair that spikes near the bottom. His cheeks are sunken in. I can't quite see what his body or arms look like but everything about him is screaming 'underfed'. Unlike the last few people I've met, he's wearing the Hope's Peak uniform as it should be worn but he's also wearing a large blue winter jacket. A very large blue winter jacket several sizes too big for him.
I like his taste.
But, I don't see anything that he would be crunching - no chips, no-
The boy sighs as he zips up his jacket, his sleeves making the exact sound I was hearing before. Disappointing. "Look, I'm only looking for you because Headmaster Naegi wants to introduce everyone to the detention monitors." he says. "Is that you two or not?"
"It is-"
"Good. While you're here," he starts and puts his hand into his jacket pocket. "Register." he says, pulling out his PDA and tossing it onto Kasumi's lap. "My name is Masaki Takano, Ultimate Taxidermist. You're two of the three missing from my list so hurry up and let's get going."
"Well he seems like a bright ball of sunshine." the man says.
The woman rolls her eyes. "Takano is one of the other Sloth candidates…between him and the American, I'm not sure which one I'm rooting for more." she says. "His story is more despairing but, in my opinion, the ones Candace hurt by being slothful had it coming. They hurt her first. Is is not fair to make them despair in return?" the woman proposes.
"You might have a point there." the man agrees. "I'll have to reread Candace's file but for now, back to monitoring."
I flick through Masaki's information as Kasumi hands him back his PDA.
CLASSMATE REGISTERED:
Name Masaki Takano
Height 5 ft. 10 in. (178 cm.) | Weight 104 lbs. (47 kg.)
Chest 30 in. (76 cm.) | Blood Type AB-
D.O.B. June 18 | Age 17
Likes Dogs, sewing, quiet
Dislikes Cats, socializing, happy-go-lucky people
Ultimate Taxidermist
Kasumi frowns as she stares at her PDA. "Um…"
"What's wrong?"
Kasumi flushes lightly. "What does a taxidermist do?" she asks meekly.
The question actually makes Masaki perk up a little bit. "You don't know what taxidermy is?" he asks. When Kasumi shakes her head no, Maski actually spares us a smile and explains what earned him his Ultimate title.
I'm amazed Masaki speaks the entire time he's leading us to wherever we're going to. When I first saw him he didn't seem like the type of guy that engages in conversation and going by the information in his profile, I'm right. But, here he is, talking away about the ins and outs of taxidermy. Kasumi listens quietly, albeit looking a bit grossed out at times.
"And when everything is cleaned-"
"Is this it?" I ask, interrupting Masaki's taxidermy lecture (because I was honestly getting a little bored) and pointing to a door with a sign that has '80-A' written above it. I mean, it has to be, right? Where else-?
"No."
Oh.
"We're actually meeting in Class 80-B." Masaki says, pointing to the door a little ways away from my classroom. "They seem to have some problem children too or whatever." he says and Kasumi and I follow him the extra few feet before entering the room.
Inside of Class 80-B's classroom is everyone from Class 80-A I've met so far plus an extra eight faces that I don't recognize. But which of those faces belong to 80-A and which belong to 80-B?
One of the eight faces immediately catches my eyes. Not because they're particularly attractive or hideous but...she's kind of scary. Also she's staring at me with creepy ass serial killer eyes and I hate it.
She's a bit taller than me. She has cute features, I'll give her that, but everything else about her cancels it out. The girl has extremely mussed up shoulder-length blueish silver hair with strands sticking out every which way. She's thin but with the 'clothes' she's wearing I can see that she has some toned muscle too. She's still staring at me with those creepy dark purple, almost black eyes. Her 'clothes' consist of dirty pajama pants with little teddy bears all over them with one leg torn off below the knee. She wears a white oversized men's dress shirt with an extremely suspicious stain over the stomach and, of course, her creepy look is completed with her dirty bare-feet on the classroom floor.
Her face is completely expressionless as she stares at me so I can't tell what she's thinking about. She's standing all hunched over and tensed up like my entering the room suddenly threatened her entire existence. What the hell is someone like this doing in Hope's Peak?
Kasumi tugs on my sleeve, having noticed the girl staring at me. "S-Sora…" she whispers. "Is that blood on her shirt?" she asks, growing pale.
"What?" I ask, looking back at the creepy girl.
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The more I look at her the more I start to believe that the stain actually is blood.
Creepy Girl seems to come back down to Earth, her eyes becoming a little more focused. She looks down at her shirt when she sees Kasumi and I staring at her. Then she looks back up at us and it's like a switch flipped in her brain - her expression switches to something manic and frenzy. "Stare at me any longer and I'll be more than happy to add your blood to my shirt-"
"Stare at me any longer and I'll be more than happy to add your bloodto my shirt." a girl with watermelon pink hair beside Creepy Girl mimics mockingly. "Shut up, Greyface." she says, rolling her eyes.
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Did I hear that right? 'Greyface'?
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What the fuck is Headmaster Naegi on? Bringing that kind of person into a school full of vulnerable, traumatized children? I mean, granted we've all learned how to survive and protect ourselves but still.
Greyface. I've heard of that name before. That name has been all over the news for the past year or so. It's the name of a serial killer, a title given to them because of the way they kill their victims. They drain their victims of all their blood so their bodies turn grey.
But Greyface being a teenage girl? I never thought - I don't even know what I thought - but - I just -
Greyface cackles when she sees the growing confusion and fear on my face. "You've heard of me!"
"I-I-I-" I stammer, unsure of what to say to a literal serial killer.
The watermelon pink haired girl who mocked Greyface earlier rolls her eyes again and sticks her hand into the pocket of Greyface's shirt. "Don't be scared of her. She can't do anything here." Watermelon says reassuringly and hands me her PDA. "See?" she says, nodding to the far side of the room.
I look to where she's gesturing and feel ten times better when I see five armed guards pointing their rifles at Greyface.
"Oh." I say and Kasumi lets out a big sigh of relief from behind me.
"She is in our class though so I'm sure she'll grow to like us eventually." Watermelon says. "Go on, register her so you can register me." she says with a friendly smile.
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"Well this was certainly unprecedented." the woman says as she flips through Greyface's file.
"A serial killer, huh?" the man coughs, clearing his throat.
"Indeed." the woman nods.
"Wrath, I'm guessing?"
"Yup."
I cringe as I read over the information on my newest classmate.
CLASSMATE REGISTERED:
Alias Greyface
Height 5 ft. 6 in. (167.6 cm.) | Weight 130 lbs. (59 kg.)
Chest 30 in. (76.2 cm.) | Blood Type A+
D.O.B. December 31 | Age 18
Likes Getting her way, murderers, blood
Dislikes Introspection, smiles, police
Ultimate Serial Killer
...What the hell is Headmaster Naegi on?
"Beats me." Watermelon says with a shrug, reading my mind. I hand Greyface's PDA to Kasumi and Watermelon hands me another one, presumably hers. "Anyways, it is I, yours truly, the Ultimate Impressionist, Kaori Yoshino!" she says, introducing herself with a dramatic bow.
Another comedian-esque talent and a girl whose initials are K and Y...I don't like where this is going.
"Another comedian, huh?" the man says. "She and Yuan should make for some great entertainment...while they're alive." he says. "What's her deal?"
"She's quite the envious one." the woman says. "Leagues more than Oishi. Almost the same level as Kimidori, though, maybe even more." she says with a smile. "I'm interested to see how she'll behave, especially around that one." the woman says, pointing to someone on one of their many screens. "You've read her file," the woman says. "What do you think?"
The man grins. "I agree with you wholeheartedly."
I need to take a second to recover from the switch of dealing with Greyface to talking to this girl, Kaori, so I take a second to look her over after I register her in my PDA.
Kaori looks like she's the same height as Greyface but a little bit thinner and lacking in muscle compared to the serial killer. But, considering what I'm understanding her talent is, Kaori is surprisingly well-built and fit. Kaori's skin is a bit pale and she has coffee colored eyes. Her medium-length watermelon pink hair is tied into two large pigtails on either side of her head...now that I'm looking at her closer her roots seem to be a different color than the rest of her hair. But I digress. Like most of us in the room, Kaori is wearing the Hope's Peak uniform.
Hm.
I introduce myself and glance down at my PDA, reading over her information.
CLASSMATE REGISTERED:
Name Kaori Yoshino
Height 5 ft. 6 in. (167.6 cm.) | Weight 115 lbs. ( kg.)
Chest 32 in. (81 cm.) | Blood Type O-
D.O.B. May 25 | Age 17
Likes Laughing, sweets, EDM music
Dislikes Boredom, loud chewing noises, electronics issues
Ultimate Impressionist
"Jeez, that must be such a boring talent." Kaori says with a fake yawn. "Don't you want to interact with people, make 'em laugh instead of…whatever you do?"
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Another gremlin.
And 'whatever you do'? What else does bookbinding imply other than binding books?
Kasumi stifles a laugh as she hands back Greyface's PDA to Kaori.
"You shut your mouth, gremlin." I hiss, grabbing and pinching Kasumi's cheek.
"I di'n't say anyfin!" Kasumi whines as she struggles to pry my hand away.
Kaori continues without missing a beat, "There's gotta be some positivity in the world or else things go sour." she says as she tosses Greyface's PDA back to her. "Anyways, you know my name, I know your name, but I don't know blondie's name." Kaori says, gesturing to the gremlin I'm assaulting.
I grab Kasumi's other cheek and start pulling and pinching at both of them, preventing her from speaking normally. "Her name is Kasumi Yuan and she's little b-"
"Perdón," comes a boy's unfamiliar voice. I turn my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow when I lock eyes with a clearly foreign boy. "I-I don't think we have met." the boy says. "I have just come back from a…" he yawns. "a...job?" he says, almost like a question. I mean, to be fair the boy's thick Spanish accent makes it seem like he just walked out of Spain yesterday so I can understand if he's a bit unsure with his Japanese. "I was muy cansado so I fell asleep at the desk when we arrived." he says.
Foreign Student Number Three is fairly taller than me and Kasumi. He has a lean build and a medium frame. He has quite a large, light burn scar streaking across his face that stands out against his healthy olive brown skin. It extends from the right side of his forehead, past his nose, and down to the center of his left cheek. I can also see a few darker toned freckles scattered across his cheeks. He has wide, light turquoise eyes that are currently a bit lidded - I guess he's still a bit drowsy - and long lashes. His chin-length brown hair looks a bit messy and spikes at the ends. A few shorter strands are swept back like they were pulled by the wind and his bangs are parted a little bit more to the right. He also has two longer strands of hair that reach just past his chin that are dyed a fiery red. And of course, he's wearing the Hope's Peak uniform but although his seems a bit messily put together, probably because he was rushing when he was done with whatever job he was doing. I can see the silhouette of a few accessories on his wrist but his sleeves obscure me from seeing anything else.
"Nice to meet you." I say and nod at Kasumi. "This is the bane of my Hope's Peak career, Kasumi Yuan. My name is Sora Sugawara."
"Another international student." the woman says. "A dual candidate, Pride and Sloth." she says. "Honestly it's not something I expect from someone with his personality but I suppose it makes sense based on his file."
"Interesting." the man hums. "Where's this kid from anyway?"
"Catalonia, Spain." the woman answers. "If I'm correct, he and Candace are our only international participants. Adding Luan to the mix, the three of them are our only foreigners." she says.
"Any thoughts about how they'll fare in the boss' game?"
The woman smirks as she brings up Luan's file, glancing over it again. "In my opinion, Luan Delvina has the highest survivability rate between the three of them but who knows? I may be proved wrong."
"Is that so?" the man asks, raising an eyebrow. "You're betting on the artist, huh…" he trails off, glancing back at the screen displaying all of the students in classroom 80-B.
After Drowsy and Gremlin Junior separate Kasumi and I, Kaori registers Kasumi in her PDA while I register Drowsy.
CLASSMATE REGISTERED:
Name Valentin Del Rio
Height 5 ft. 9 in. (175.3 cm.) | Weight 164 lbs. (74.4 kg.)
Chest 34 in. (86 cm.) | Blood Type B+
D.O.B. March 19 | Age 17
Likes Calamari, warm blankets, body paint
Dislikes Chorizo, night shifts, failure
Ultimate Firefighter
"A firefighter." I say to no one in particular. "So that's what you meant by 'coming back from a job'."
Valentin beams. "Yes! And por favor, call me Val. I was-"
"UGH! Can we just get going with this already? I have much more important things to do than wait around for...whatever this gathering is." comes the bitchy voice of a teenage girl.
Before I can turn around and be bitchy right back to her, someone sounds a small air horn from beside me. I turn to see the culprit, a girl just barely bigger than Kasumi, looking at me with the mini red klaxon horn in hand. In her other hand she holds up a notebook, showing me a note.
Are you and the other girl the last two from Class 80-A?
"Yes, but why-?"
She quickly flips to another page, a note already written there.
Harumi Gen Cho is also in your class. She should be the last one you two need to register, then I think whatever we're waiting for will start.
I cringe, glancing at the bitchy girl with lemonade pink hair (is pink hair a new trend I missed while the apocalypse was going on?) admiring her nails. "Don't tell me…"
The girl nods and I sigh. "Gremlin." I call, looking over at Kasumi, Kaori, and Val. I don't like the grins the gremlins have on their faces and judging by the look on Val's face, he doesn't either.
Kasumi turns towards me. "Baby raccoon?"
"Her." I say, pointing at Bitchy Lemonade. "She's the last one."
Kasumi's eyes follow in the direction I'm pointing and she cringes too. She whispers something to Kaori and comes back to stand beside me. "Really?"
I nod, glancing at the girl who has yet to speak thus far. She nods in encouragement and I sigh again. "C'mon, let's get this over with." I say and approach the girl.
"Harumi Gen Cho," the woman says. "Or as the boss likes to call her, the Ultimate Bitch." she snorts.
The man rolls his eyes. "I've heard of her. Isn't she the one one of our own got to that one time?"
"I believe so, yes."
The man hums. "She got what was coming to her." he says, turning back to the screen he and the woman are focused on. "Now...we should finally be getting into the good stuff now." he grins.
"No."
"Oh come on." I groan, rolling my eyes. "You were just whining about getting whatever this is going and you're in our class anyway. Just give us your PDA so we can-"
"Absolutely not." Bitchy Lemonade snaps. "I'm-"
"What a bitch." Kasumi says under her breath, looking at Bitchy Lemonade distastefully.
Bitchy Lemonade's face drops immediately and I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing. "Silence!" she says, insulted. "Who do you think you are to refer to me in that way? Do you know who I am? You'd be dumb not to, I'm one of the most famous girls in all of Japan!" she cries. "The soon to be head of the Danuja Dynasty, mhm, now are we starting to connect the dots?"
Kasumi and I share a look, clueless looks on both of our faces.
Bitch Lemonade scowls. "Hmph, pathetic, I should've known Hope's Peak wouldn't clarify my arrival with you people." she says and sighs dramatically, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "This reminds me of the day I met Takako Uehara during one of her dumb shows, she seriously had the nerve to ask me why I was hiding backstage." she mutters and sighs. "Ugh, very well, I'll only introduce myself once so listen up." Bitchy Lemonade says and pulls out her PDA, offering it to us with a reluctant look on her face. "I am Harumi Gen Cho, soon to be heir of the Danuja Dynasty. I am known as the Ultimate Confectioner!"
I take her PDA, ignoring her dramatic introduction, and register her in my PDA. I wordlessly hand Harumi's PDA to Kasumi and look over her information even though I really don't care that much.
CLASSMATE REGISTERED:
Name Harumi Gen Cho
Height 5 ft. 6 in. (167.6 cm.) | Weight 122 lbs. (55 kg.)
Chest 36 in. (91.4 cm.) | Blood Type O-
D.O.B. December 29 | Age 17
Likes Candies, scented markers, blue whales
Dislikes Green, dirty people, children
Ultimate Confectioner
How can someone who makes sweets for a living be so...not sweet?
I give her a once over, noticing how out of place she looks for a society recovering from a mini-apocalypse. She looks like the antithesis of Masaki - she's so healthy looking. Not to say that everyone looks malnourished like Masaki, everyone carries some kind of indicator that they lived through the Tragedy. They have scars or haunted looks like Luan, skinny malnourished bodies like Masaki, or unnatural behaviors like…
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Anyways, Harumi looks like Kanna in the sense that they both look like they just walked out of one of those old magazines. She looks well-nourished and there's not a single blemish or scar on her milky white skin. Harumi's gold eyes that make me wish I had a different eye color are accented by a dash of eyeliner and her lips, like her nails, are painted a cherry red. Her wavy lemonade pink hair reaches down to her shoulders and she has a neatly braided crown at the top of her hair that's tied together by a crisp white bow. She also has a matching white bow wrapped around her neck. Harumi's bangs are meticulously set apart in three pieces, two pointed to the side and one pointed down in the middle. She also wears what looks like glimmering rock candy in the shape of 3-D stars as earrings. There are two of them on each ear, one red and one white. Amazingly, the almighty Harumi Gen Cho has deemed the Hope's Peak uniform worthy of being worn by someone as 'famous' as her.
Kasumi self consciously reaches up to her eyes as she reads Harumi's information. "You don't like the color green…?"
But, before Harumi can answer (cough insult cough) Kasumi, two very recognizable silhouettes jump up from behind the teacher's desk at the front of the room. Almost all of the 22 people in the room, including myself, are struck with the same fear and dread that we came to know back when Junko Enoshima first turned Japan into a playground for her and her Ultimate Despair groupies.
They look like two recolored Monokumas, one a solid dark red and one a solid light blue.
"Hello, hello, hello, everybody!" the blue one says. "Boy, it's nice to finally meet you all and it's nice that you've all finally met each other!" they say cheerfully. This one has a more feminine voice compared to the Monokuma we all know.
"Shut the fuck up." the red one says. "We're not here to be friends with them, we're here to teach them." they say, annoyed. This one has a similar voice to Monokuma albeit a bit deeper.
"Excuse me!?" Harumi snaps. "Are you seriously implying that our teachers are two ugly ass bears?"
Val frowns, staring at the two bears nervously. "Espera, estoy confundido." he says. "What are we doing here?"
Kaori walks up and roughly starts patting the red one on the head. "Shut the fuck up." she repeats the red bear's earlier words in a disturbingly perfect voice. "What the hell do you mean you're here to teach us?" she asks.
Greyface smiles creepily. "Have we all just been lured into a trap? HAHAHAHAHAHA, this is GREAT! Are you going to throw us into a Killing Game!?" she laughs, jumping around excitedly.
Masaki doesn't stay anything, instead staring at the two bears with a mixture of hatred and sadness. I wonder what's up with that?
"D-Don't be scared, guys." Shun says, trying to sound tough but her fear is clear as day on her face. "We're inside Hope's Peak and there are armed guards right - oh." she turns around to point at the armed guards that had guns pointed at Greyface but they've mysteriously disappeared. I didn't hear them leave though…
Kanna frowns, biting the inside of her cheek. "I don't understand…" she trails off, mumbling things under her breath.
Yosuke looks extremely displeased, almost like he wants to lecture the two bears. "It was through my belief in the Lord alone that I managed to get through the Tragedy safely." he says. "I never once regretted dedicating my life to serving Him and if you mean to do harm to us, we will get out of this because He is on our side." Yosuke says confidently.
"So," Juriya says. "you're clearly something different than that creature, if your colors are anything to go by. What do we call you?"
"Oh my." Takeshi frowns, tilting his head to the side and tapping his chin. "Apologies but I find it hard to believe you mean to teach us."
"Relax, honey." Candace says, putting a comforting hand on Kanna's shoulder. "You're gonna get wrinkles if you keep making that face."
"Aww, they're so cute!" Shiro coos, earning a few surprised and suspicious looks from those around him. He walks up to stand beside Kaori, looking closely at the bears. "I wonder…"
"H-Huh?" Toshi stutters, looking between the two bears in confusion. "Teach...us? What the hell can two recolored carbon copies of Monokuma teach us!?" he shouts, starting to get angry.
Ken frowns, mimicking Takeshi's pose. "Hmm...I may be on the minority here but I don't think they're here to cause us harm." he says.
Armen stares at the bears with an indifferent, almost bored look on his face. Then, without a word, he looks back down at his PDA and continues scrolling through it.
Luan, however, looks the angriest out of the eighteen members of 80-A. He holds Yukiko close to him, a hellfire in his eyes as Yukiko stares at the two bears in wonder.
Kasumi's stares at the bears with curiosity and adoration, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Talking toys? I want one-" she says but I quickly grab the back of her blazer, pulling her back.
"Bad Kasumi." I say lowly, looking at the bears nervously. "Don't you know what they are?"
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" one of the unfamiliar boys in the room bursts out laughing. "I'm with you on this one, serial killer girl! C'MOOOOOOOON, throw us into a Killing Game!" the green haired boy cheers.
A boy with jet black hair approaches the bears but doesn't get as close as Kaori and Shiro. "Who is it behind those bears?" he asks calmly. "Reveal yourself now before things get any worse for you. Who do you think you are, sneaking into the rebuilt Hope's Peak?" he scoffs.
The girl who'd spoken to me with a notebook earlier is still quiet. She looks conflicted, like she finds the bears cute like Shiro, Yukiko, and Kasumi, but the angered, scared reactions of everyone else has her unsure of how to feel.
"Fuck you, bear. You look like you came from a middle schooler's sketchbook!" a girl with black hair says to the red bear. "You look nothing like a teacher!"
As the eighteen of us in Class 80-A and the four people from what I assume to be Class 80-B talk over each other, the red bear grows increasingly angry. Then, he looks like he's about to speak, but he and the light blue bear suddenly drop, and their glowing jagged red eyes suddenly dim, almost as if they've been turned off.
Then, two people wearing split black and white robes with hoods that obscure their faces walk into the room. "This really isn't how we wanted to do things." one of them says disappointedly. A man's voice. "We wanted to hack the bears after they talked about how you all earned detention on the first day of school, yadda yadda yadda, and we were going to take you to the place we've taken such care in setting up for you all." he says.
"But," the second hooded figure starts. A woman's voice. "since you all seem hellbent on not trusting Tenshikuma and Akumakuma or letting them speak, we'll take you there ourselves." she says and locks the classroom door. She and the man pull down their hoods, revealing gas masks. "Now, go to sleep."
A white smoke starts to fill the entire room making most everyone scream and panic, but the screaming quickly stops after we all pass out.
"Sora!"
...Hm?
"SORA, WAKE UP YOU RACCOON!"
I jolt awake when something sharply smacks me across the face. "Wh-What the hell?" I gasp, looking around for my aggressor when I lock eyes with a worried Kasumi.
…
"Why are you in a jumpsuit?"
Kasumi shakes her head, gesturing around the room we're in. "It's not just me." she says.
I look around more calmly this time and everything comes back to me, the bears (Tenshikuma and Akumakuma apparently), the man and woman in Monokuma-esque robes, the smoke…
All twenty-two of us that were in that room are now in another room. There's no furniture bar a single TV mounted on the wall, it's cold, and the walls and floor are plain concrete. There's a single door with the appearance of prison cell bars that would lead us to freedom but I'm assuming it's locked since we're all still here.
Also, we've all been changed into stereotypical prisoner jumpsuits. Looking at the back of one student, I can see that it also says something on the back in big bold letters:
HOPE'S PEAK CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
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…
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What the hell is going on here!?
Before I can ask Kasumi anything else, the TV in the room turns on, filling the screen. A scarily familiar voice fills the room:
"Welcome to Hope's Peak Correctional Facility, inmates! Judgement will be passed on you shortly and you will be sentenced accordingly. Upupupupu! I'll see you soon, inmates."
I'd know that laugh anywhere and judging by the looks on the faces of my peers, they recognize it too.
Monokuma.
But, inmates?
Judgement?
Being sentenced?
...What the hell is going on!?
Prologue END
A/N FINALLY
And yes, as you can see, the roster has been upped to 22 after I said I didn't want to go to 20. Why? Because I love to torture myself.
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