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Hello! Author here, it's been a while since I uploaded a work. School has been killing me for the past few months (not literally, don't worry LOL) so I've been really busy lately. Other than that, life's been pretty good!
Before you read I'd just like to make some notes.
Please note that I DO NOT own the Danganronpa series. I only own my characters and the storyline. Credit goes where credit is due. This is NOT CANON to the series whatsoever and is only a Fan Killing Game for my OCS.
Also, do note that this Fan Killing Game takes place a little after Danganronpa 0. (May mention some references to Danganronpa 3.)
Other than that, I'd also like to note some trigger warnings.
Please note that this fanfic contains:
* Mentions of abuse/trauma * Major character death * Graphic depictions of violence * Explicit/mild language * Mentions of self-harm/thoughts of suicide * SPOILERS! (Not too sure about this one, but just adding it in case.) Anyways, that is all that all, have fun reading!Hope's Peak Academy.
The Academy of Hope.
I never was able to get into a school like that, my parents transferred me into the Reserve Course, mainly because they said that I didn't have a talent.
Or mainly because they wanted to keep it a secret.
The Reserve Course wasn't all that bad; the students and teachers were decent. Classes were boring, but they weren't all that bad.
Until... A week after I transferred there, a murder occurred.
8:07 AM
"...What are you talking about!? Sato clearly killed Natsumi!" A voice shrieked from a few desks. behind me, making me sigh in frustration. Again with this bullshit? Jeez, it's barely eight in the morning and they're already starting crap. It's too early for this shit.
"Don't be stupid, she probably just killed herself or some shit." That's Midori, I can tell by the sound of her obnoxious voice, and because of all that dumb shit spewing out of her mouth. "How could you say something like that!?" Another voice shrieks. Reiko Sadashi; Midori's best friend. She's mostly popular for her vibrant red hair — and because of her bitchy personality.
"Let's not assume anything. They haven't even said anything yet—" A sophisticated voice murmurs, and I'll admit, it's a charming voice. Hell, if they had bad intentions, I wouldn't even suspect them. "Besides, it's none of our business. We should let them solve the case."
A smirk forms on my lips. Exactly, now shut the hell up.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Kiro," Midori grumbles in annoyance. For a moment, I hear footsteps shuffle from behind me, then I see a blonde-haired boy pass by my desk, before heading to his assigned seat. "Ugh, can we like, skip or something? This class is boring as fuck." The greenette groans in annoyance, causing me to roll my eyes in response. Well, yeah. It's school, what the hell do you expect?
"Ooh ooh!" Reiko exclaims, "Let's play kiss, marry, kill!" She exclaims, her annoying giggles ringing in my eardrums. Jeez, she's so loud, and for what?
I shake my head and murmur to myself; Okay, that's enough eavesdropping, Yukari. They're gonna play stupid games, let's focus on something else for now.
"Fine." Midori sighs. "Okay, who should we start with?" Reiko asks, her green eyes glistening in curiosity as she glances up at the greenette. Midori smirks at her friend, sitting on top of her desk as she begins to rock her legs. "Ryosuke."
"Oh, I'd kiss him for sure! He's cute." Reiko giggles, causing Midori to raise an eyebrow in confusion, almost as if to say: You think he's cute? What the fuck? "What? Ew." Midori scrunches her face in disgust, scooting away from her best friend. "You like him? He's weird." She gives her friend a dirty once over, her eyes saying: 'You have terrible taste in men.'
"What!? No, he's not!" Reiko yells, defending the guy. "He's cute! And he's super nice too!" Then she blabbers and blabbers, acting like her claim of 'Ryosuke is super cute !' was super sacred or something. She even started to give irrelevant evidence, and honestly? It wasn't that bad of a claim. "Are you sure you don't want him just because of his brother? The Super High School Level Crime Scene Investigator?" Midori scoffs, grinning in mockery.
I stifle a laugh. Someone's getting exposed.
"No! Of course not!" Reiko yells, her face flushing red due to embarrassment.
"Yeah, okay, whatever." Midori rolls her eyes in response, "How about Rikimura?"
Reiko raised an eyebrow. Does she think I'm stupid or something? The redhead thought in the back of her head. "Don't even think about it — you're not skipping your turn." The redhead shoved Midori's shoulder playfully, causing the greenette to yelp in surprise. "You're not slick. What do you think about Rikimura?" Reiko smirks, yet Midori's face remained neutral.
"I don't wanna play anymore. This is boring." Midori turns away from her friend, shuffling inside her bookbag. "Hey!" The redhead yelled, slamming her hands on her desk, which caused me to flinch a bit. I hold the urge to turn around and tell them to shut up. "You can't do that, Midori!" Reiko pouts, and the tone of her whiny voice reminds her of a child who accuses another of "cheating".
"We can do something else," I hear the sound of a chair scratching against the floor; I'm assuming Reiko got up to confront Midori. "I have snacks, we can eat something before class ends."
Midori remains silent for a while before her eyes began to scan her classroom; half of the students were typing on their cellphone, thumbs jumping from one button to another. The other half of the class was actually doing the work, whether it killed them or not, she assumed they were only doing it for the sake of their grades; because they wanted to transfer out.
"Hey, Reiko." The greenette's voice was suddenly low. "...I seriously don't wanna play anymore."
Reiko groans in response, rolling her head back dramatically as she does so. "Ugh, fine! Let's do the girls then." She shrugs, then sits back on her desk before turning and facing her friend. My ears perk up — this had caught my attention. I know it isn't my business, but I can't help but be curious.
"Why do you wanna do the girls?" Midori asks, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion.
Reiko grumbles under her breath, and I don't even bother making out a single word that is escaping from her lips. "Because they're all bitches and I hate them." She says, with zero hesitation; zero sympathy shown in her words. "So, who would you kiss, marry, kill?"
Midori glances around the classroom, before her eyes land on a black-haired girl.
"Tsukuda." The greenette says.
I don't move from my seat.
When I hear my surname, I'm not surprised. When Midori and I first met, it was at a grocery store. She was beating up another classmate of ours, Kanako Nakame. I remember seeing the blood splurging out of her nose, the horrible sight on Midori's face, and her fierce expression of fuming anger and ruthlessness.
I don't even understand why she could do something like that, and I don't even know why Midori was beating up Kanako. Probably for something stupid.
"Honestly...I'd kill her if I had the chance."
Hearing those words escape from her lips, I chuckle. Not because I'm about to face the demise of my life, or because I find it funny, but because I find it utterly stupid. I can already picture it, the sound of my bones helplessly cracking, blood uncontrollably oozing out of my body as she stabs, stabs, and stabs with all of that anger and remorse held back inside her chest makes me laugh. You? Kill me? Please, don't make me laugh.
Reiko tilts her head in confusion, like a dog that just heard a strange noise across the alleyway. "Why her? She's not that bad."
She's not that bad. Her words echo in the back of my head, and I clench my fists, gripping the hem of my skirt. Stop lying, you bitch. I already know you hate me, so stop acting like you have pity for me; I already know you don't like me.
Midori scoffs, "She's always acting like she's the shit, it's fucking annoying." She shoves the front of her desk with her foot, crossing her legs as she reclines on her seat. No, you're just pissed because I beat you in a fight; because I defended a classmate; because you hate me.
I hear her begin to shuffle through her book bag, then I hear a clicking sound. Click, click, click.
"What are you doing?" Reiko's voice flows in my eardrums. Midori's face scrunched in confusion; bewildered at her friend's words. The greenette sighed in annoyance, shaking her head as she scrunched her eyebrows while standing up from her seat. "What does it look like I'm fucking doing? I meant it when I said I was gonna kill her."
I stiffen. What?
"W-what?" Reiko stutters; she must be surprised as I am. Then I hear her stand up from her desk instantly, "Hold on, are you crazy!? You're actually going to-"
"Nah, obviously not." Midori rolls her eyes, then I hear her shoes squeaking on the floor as she turns her heels. Squeak, squeak, squeak. As her eyes landed on the black-haired girl, a sadistic smile formed on her lips while she fidgets with the knife in her hand. The thought of murdering someone, someone who she utterly despised, made her heart giddy with satisfaction. It's time to die, bitch.
Reiko swallows. "Midori, you can't just-"
Then the girl aims the pocket knife at the black-haired girl, before shooting it across the room. The knife gingerly flew, making its way toward its target, the target that Midori so badly wanted to get rid of, the student that Midori wanted to murder since day one.
In the corner, a brown-haired male was scrolling through his cell phone, his pale face illuminated by the screen. Yet, when the sun rays reflected onto the shimmering surface of the knife, he glanced up in curiosity. There, in the classroom, was a knife headed directly toward a black-haired girl. When his eyes landed on her, his eyes widened in horror; Shit! What the hell?! Where did a knife come from?!
He anxiously looked around, hoping someone would notice, but his heart dropped to his stomach when he realized no one was paying attention to the future murder scene that was about to occur any moment now. Then, biting his bottom lip, he recklessly stands up from his desk and —
"Yuka-"
I don't even need to hear him say my name.
Sensing the knife's presence, I swiftly tilt my head as it impales into the wall.
I stare at the knife impaled into the wall, before sighing, and standing up as I grab the knife. I glance over my shoulder, my murderous glare staring directly into Midori's flabbergasted and uneasy gaze, the gaze of how the fuck did you dodge my murder attempt?
Then I walk toward her, my stone-cold gaze directly staring into her nervous one. Even as she swallows nervously and continues to fidget, even as she looks away, I still continue to stare at her, my fingers tightly gripping the knife in my hand.
I need to show her, to show her that attempting to kill me was a mistake.
The thought of her killing me doesn't make me laugh this time, this time it pisses me off. Don't you get it, idiot? I'm always going to find a way to escape from your true intentions.
And once I'm face to face with her, I still keep my murderous glare on her tensed gaze.
"Hey," I greet, but I don't smile. Students in the classroom were having conversations as they focus on us, their entertainment of ranging topics now buried in the back of their heads. "Do you know what this is?" I ask coldly, showing her the knife that she used to desperately try to murder me.
Midori doesn't respond.
I scoff. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
"I'm asking you a question," I talk once more. The whole class was watching now, silent murmurs escaping from their lips. "Do you know what this is?" I ask again, and her lips contort strangely as a nervous chuckle bubbles out of her chest. "N-no, pfft what?" Midori ruffles the back of her head, as she laughs a little. "Nah, I don't know what the hell that is." Why are you so afraid of me? Just a moment ago, you were acting all ruthless and bragging about how much you wanted me dead.
"Really?" I sneer, "Because this came from your direction."
Midori bites her bottom lip - Reiko's right, you aren't slick. At all. Then she murmurs something under her breath before cursing and snarling at me. What are you, some rabid dog or what? "Okay, okay! Fine, I threw the fucking knife! What's your deal?" She yells, not giving a single shit about whoever was watching. To be honest, I don't care either.
"My deal?" I scoff, "I should be asking you that question since you tried to kill me just now."
Midori groans in annoyance, and I hear the crowd going damn, or she got her good; I don't bother saying anything else, because this is already wasting a good amount of time. So instead, I turn my heels and head towards the doorway, but of course, before I can leave the classroom, Midori calls out to me.
"Hey!" She barks and runs towards me like she's crazy or something, and at this point, I'm convinced she's actually a rabid dog. "Where the hell do you think you're going, Tsukuda!?" The girl yells and grasps my wrists. I inhale a deep breath as I shut my eyes, holding back the urge to possibly murder her at the moment. How the hell do your parents deal with your shit?
I look over my shoulder. Midori's ugly face was red and scrunched into a face of fuming anger. Do you seriously hate me that much? The only thing I did was call you a bitch when I defended Kanako.
"I'm going to tell the staff." I deadpan, my eyes narrowing into a glare. "Now let me go, I don't want to waste time with some worthless nobody." I snarl, but obviously, that doesn't help her anger, instead, it just fuels it even more. "What the hell did you just say to me!?" She lividly screams, "You fucking bitch-"
Then it happens.
It doesn't even matter whether I break her bones or not, because I drop the knife and grab her wrists as tightly as I can. The sound of her head hitting the hardwood floor followed. Thud!
"Midori!" Reiko shrieks as she places her hands over her lips.
Midori watches me step over her, my expression showing no mercy as I stare directly into her eyes. Whenever she breathes, her chest rises and falls, up and down, up and down.There's no hiding the fact that she's terrified, and her face shows it. As I speak, she is struggling to breathe and her eyes are widening in horror, scared of what I will do.
I grasp her shirt, ignoring her tiny 'what the!?' and hover my lips near her ear. When I feel her flinch, I don't even bother to open the distance between us, I don't give a damn about what she feels right now.
"...This is your last warning," A growl bubbles out of my chest, "Stay away from me, you fucking bitch. Next time, you won't get so lucky." I nastily shove her against the floor, grab the knife, then stop standing over her, before attempting to leave the classroom.
But of course, the girl has the audacity to stop me again.
"W-wait!" Midori calls out to me, her voice out of breath. I hear her step up, then I glance over my shoulder, only to see her brushing the debris from her skirt and Reiko standing beside her as she glares at me. "Don't tell the teacher! Please, I'm begging you!" Midori whines, clapping her hands together as if she was a person who prays to god for forgiveness. This time, I'm the god, and she's the supplicant. "I don't want to get kicked out, or ruin my reputation so-"
"And you think I would give a damn about someone like you?" I sneer. You're funny, I think you should be a comedian. "Yeah, I don't think so. Trust me, I don't give one or two shits about you, so stop whining." I grit my teeth at her, growling under my breath. Don't even think about it, the last person I wanna save on this planet Earth is you. I turn away from her, facing the doorway.
This time, Midori doesn't call out to me.
As I walk in the halls, I hear footsteps from behind me, but they sound like its holder was running. I don't bother to turn around until I hear a voice call out to me. A boy.
"W-wait! Yukari, right?-"
In a matter of seconds, I whip my head to face him, the pocket knife aimed at its neck. But when I realize who it is, my eyes widen in surprise. Because of his blinks and awkward stutter, I can tell he's also surprised.
"Ah..uh.."
"It's you," I mumble, my face heating up due to embarrassment. I hover the knife away from his neck before placing it in my breast pocket. "Hey, Hinata," I say, using the same tone I use to greet everyone.
Hajime grumbles something under his breath, "What the heck was that? You just threatened someone in front of our class! You might get-"
"What? Kicked out? So what? It's not like that matters anyway." I mumbled, crossing my arms. To be honest, deep down, I don't really care whether I get kicked out of school or not. Grades don't matter to me anyway, and all that useless bullshit that we learn in class won't even help us out in life later on, so what's the point? "No one will say anything to me, my parents are dead."
When I say that, I can tell Hajime freezes on the spot, because he's just standing there, in thought, thinking of what to say.
Tick tock! The typical response is going to come anytime soon, still waiting! I expect him to say some shit like oh damn, I'm sorry for your loss, or it's okay, they're in a better place now, like all those people that found out that a beloved girl's parents who used to shop in their local grocery store are now dead. I don't understand why they have the nerve to say that they're sorry — it isn't your fault first off, and second, you don't need to feel sorry for me. I don't want your stupid pity.
My thoughts are interrupted when he begins to speak.
"...B-But even so, I don't think they'd want you to choose the wrong path!-"
Bullshit.
"...Believe me, I already did."
I cut his sentence off, beginning to walk away from him. I know I owe Hajime more than this, but after what happened with Midori, I don't have the energy to spare him the tiniest bit of my kindness. I wish I could tell him the truth, but I never bothered telling him what truly happened on that day; the day my parents died.
It's not that I don't trust him; I don't think I'm ready to tell someone about my secrets — about my past. After all these years, I never told anyone what I felt. The desire I have to tell him everything isn't strong enough to say what I feel, or what things I have hidden somewhere in the depths within me.
And I can't lie to myself and say that my parents want me to choose the right path, because they already had my life planned out for me. Everything was written out, just like a storybook. There's no going back once you connect the paper with the ink.
"I would choose the right path if I could, but I can't. It's too late to make a change now, Hinata."
[NOTE]
woah, a danganronpa fic?
totally didn't see that coming...
sup guys! so, omg, a few notes but uh dude i literally had to rewrite this entire chapter not once
but TWICE.
first, i forgot to save and closed the tab, not realizing that i didn't save and then realized last minute.
second time was when i had HALF OF THE CHAPTER WRITTEN, and i accidentally closed it.(it was getting to the good part, too :'D)
and the thing is, i wrote this on ao3 only, so...that caused a big problem. then i started writing it on wattpad (bro, omg that was so stressful)
i spent like hours writing (and rewriting) this chapter, so i hope you guys enjoy it, and i hope you guys are looking forward for more (keyword: hope)
anyways, that is all, stay safe, bye bye!
