A/N: Here's Chapter Four Daily Life Part Two. Please read, review, and enjoy!

Danganronpa 4: Next Generation Killing!

Chapter Four: Pride and Prejudice!

Daily Life Part Two: Free Time With Seven!

Kiki yawned, her eyes fluttering open as she sat up on her bed. As she stretched her arms up, her vision cleared along with her mind. She smiled in relief at lack of pounding in her head, her headache from earlier having dissipated.

"That nap was just what I needed." She swung her legs over the bed and hopped off. "I still don't know why hearing about Makoto Naegi's child gave me such a headache, but there's no use dwelling on it now."

She slipped her feet into her sneakers before bending over to tie them. Once she tied the laces of her snug shoes, she stood up with renewed spirit.

"I can't just lie in bed all day. There's gotta be something I can do today!"

Determined to not let the rest of her day be ruined by the morning drama, she walked out the door, all thoughts of the group's distrust of Sokyu and Monokuma's recent supply of information temporarily banished from her mind.


"At least she's feeling better." Kyoko smiled in relief, having felt like she was transported back to a happier time as she watched her daughter nap earlier in the day.

"Maybe, but she can't avoid that new information forever." Maki reminded her former employer.

Mokubo nodded. "She'll have to confront her missing identity eventually."

"Yeah, but there's not much point in stressing about it now." Makoto argued. "For now, it's just abstract information to her. She has no idea that she's the child described in that text."

"Is that why her name was crossed out in that book?" Koto asked.

"Was the mastermind afraid that Kiki would recover her memories if she saw her name in there?" Kiri deduced.

Kyoko nodded. "It's a likely possibility. But we won't know until more information comes to light. For now, I agree with your father. The best thing she can do now is relax to the degree she can and bide her time."

"Let's just hope there aren't any more incidents until they get more information." Maki commented, causing the others to frown as they dreaded the possibility that the group's disunity would play right into Monokuma's hands.


"Maybe I'll try out one of those instruments…" Kiki mused as she walked into the Music Room. Her eyes widened as she saw the familiar, large form setting up a microphone on stage, causing her to exclaim "Seven?!"

"Huh?" Seven turned around, his eyebrow raising curiously at the approaching young girl. "Oh, Kiki. You ah, you feelin' better?"

Kiki nodded, smiling reassuringly at him. "Yeah, I took a nap in my room and my headache's all better now."

"That's good, glad to hear you're all good now."

"So…what's with the microphone?" Kiki asked curiously as she glanced at the corded instrument plugged into a nearby outlet.

"Oh, that? I…figured I'd try to pass the time with some karaoke."

"Karaoke? You can sing?!"

"Well…" Seven bashfully rubbed the back of his beanie. "I won't pretend to be any good at it, but it can be fun."

"Hey, why don't we do some karaoke together?!" Kiki exclaimed excitedly. "I'm kinda bored, to be honest, and it could be a good way for both of us to let loose."

"Haha! Great idea!" Seven laughed, clapping her on the back and causing her to momentarily stumble. "I think there should be a second microphone over there. Just bring it over and plug it into the outlet over there."

Once Kiki recovered, she glanced in the direction Seven was pointing to. Sure enough, standing with several guitars and violins was a microphone and stand tucked away in the corner.

"Got it, be right back."

Kiki ran over to the microphone, the excitement of the impending karaoke session a nice, necessary counterweight to the distrust and confusion of that morning. With her hand wrapped around its sleek, smooth surface, she lifted it and carried it over to the stage.


Free Time Event #13: Kiki & Seven!

"The Ballad of the Well-Organized Man…Well-organized…Well-Organized…You're orderly, but not an orderly…That ain't no bull."

Kiki gritted her teeth in pain, resisting the urge to cover her ears. No good at it was an understatement! His singing voice is horrendous! Please tell me it's over!

"Hey Kiki, I wrote you another verse…Listen…" Kiki paled as Seven burst into song once more. "Well-organized…Well-organized…You've got it all laid out, when you're not out getting laid…Not a torus but a Taurus."

Not only is his singing awful, but his lyrics don't flow well at all! If he thinks up a third verse, I'll probably go deaf!

Fate thankfully took pity on the girl, as Seven's terrible excuse for karaoke finally came to a halt. "Hey, you ok?" Seven asked, frowning in concern at the stunned girl.

Kiki slowly regained her composure, relaxing her jaw as her eyes softened. She turned towards Seven, fiddling with her braid as she stammered "Oh, it…ano…"

Seven chuckled, shaking his head. "It's okay, you're not the first to tell me my singing sucks, and you probably won't be the last. No need to sugarcoat it to spare my feelings."

Kiki sighed in relief. I'm not sure what I was going to say… "Ne, Seven…?"

"Hm?"

"Speaking of feelings…can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?" Seven's eyebrow raised before Kiki carefully asked the question that had been on her mind.

"Well, I was just wondering…why didn't you push to punish Sokyu like most of the others did? You were so angry the other day when we found out he killed Lotus, not that I blame you. But…I kind of expected you to be as distrustful of him as the others."

"Ah, I see." Seven nodded. "It's true, I don't exactly trust him after what happened. In that sense, I guess I'm in the same boat as them."

Kiki frowned curiously. "Then…?"

"Though I don't exactly trust Sokyu right now…I admit I got a little angry in the moment." Seven admitted, grimacing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "After I slept on it, I…started to realize that maybe I got a little too angry. I'm not sayin' he isn't responsible for Lotus's death…but I've come to terms with the fact that he was defending himself. Who knows what any of us would have done in his shoes?"

"Yeah, I've been feeling the same way." Kiki agreed. "But it doesn't seem like most of the others are thinking with clear heads." Only Shuichi seems to be on my side with this…

"That's part of why I thought we should delay the discussion another day. We need to make a decision on how Sokyu should be held accountable when our heads are clear, and we can make rational judgments."

"Yeah…" Kiki's eyes widened as she realized "Wait, part? Did you have other reasons for wanting to delay the debate?"

Seven sighed, revealing, "It's…not much. But…I think I might be starting to uncover pieces of my memory."

"Your memory?!" Kiki exclaimed, shock and joy radiating from her voice. "What is it? What have you learned about yourself?!"

Seven sweatdropped. "Well, like I said, it's not much. Just, flashes and stuff. Images of a boat, numbered doors, eight other people…but they're not clear enough for me to make much out of them."

"Oh, okay…still…" Kiki pointed out "That sounds pretty similar to what was in that Nonary Game book I found after Snake's trial. Do you think there's any possibility that your missing memories might corroborate what we found?"

"Huh, I guess that might be true." Seven admitted. "If it does, then maybe the little hints Monokuma's been feeding us aren't lies after all. So…" Seven turned his attention to Kiki as he asked, "…What about you? Have you recovered any memories?"

"Oh…" Kiki frowned, averting her gaze as she fiddled with her braid. "I'm…afraid not…"

"I see…still, don't give up hope. It's entirely possible that you'll start to get flashes just like I am. Who knows, maybe you're linked to that Akki incident, and that headache was some of your memories trying to bubble up to the surface."

"Maybe…" Kiki giggled. I kinda doubt that, but I guess it's possible. Just need to wait and see, I guess…

"Anyway, I just wanna be sure I'm not distracted by anything else when we have that discussion tomorrow. So, I'm just thinking about those memory flashes tonight. That way, I won't be thinking about them during the debate."

"Yeah, that makes sense. It'd be bad if I had a headache like earlier tomorrow morning." Kiki lamented.

Seven chuckled. "You know, I'm glad we could talk like this…even if my bad singing nearly ruptured your eardrums."

"Yeah, I'm glad we got to talk too; it really helped to talk with someone who's also missing their memories. It…" Kiki smiled as she confessed, "…It gives me hope that I'll remember who I am one day."

"Well, glad I could help…why don't we go and grab some dinner?" Seven suggested.

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry." Kiki agreed as she followed Seven out of the Music Room.

I think Seven and I really got to know each other a lot better… She mused. With our respective amnesias, we're not so different. And I'm glad there's at least one other person who's treating Sokyu's actions with fairness and consideration. If the others can reach the same place that Seven has…maybe we can move past it and come together again!


"Seven has…awful taste in music!" Kiri exclaimed as he and Kiki arrived in the Dining Hall.

"For once…I agree with you, sis." Koto concurred, grimacing as his ears still rang from the amnesiac man's bad karaoke.

"Bad singing aside, at least he's able to approach yesterday's incidents with a level head." Mokubo commented.

"Indeed." Kyoko agreed with her eldest son. "This decision will be…complicated. He does bear responsibility for his actions, yet they are not entirely his fault."

"Yeah…" Makoto nodded. "As much as it pains me to say it…I can't blame the others for getting suspicious of him."

"Well, all they can do is wait and see what comes of it tomorrow." Maki lamented.

The others frowned at her words. All they could do was hope that no matter what the decision, the survivors would be able to stay united when everything was said and done.


"Ah, Kiki." Shuichi smiled and beckoned her over to the seat next to him with his hand.

"Hey, Shuichi." Kiki greeted as she took a seat next to him.

She glanced around as Seven took a seat next to Gonta. Sparsely populating the table were Tsumugi, Ryoma, and Keebo. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Kirumi appeared form the kitchen, plates in hand decorated with cuisine that would have made Kiki salivate if the environment were a little less tense.

"Here you go." Kirumi placed each of the plates in front of their respective recipients.

"Ah thanks, Kirumi." Shuichi nodded gratefully.

Despite her gratitude for the food, Kiki frowned at the missing participant. "Hey, where's Sokyu?"

"Yeah, he's not here." Seven observed as he saw the additional empty seat.

"Maybe he's keeping his promise to avoid us until tomorrow…" Gonta suggested. "That's good, right? Maybe he can be trusted after all."

"Don't celebrate just yet." Ryoma warned. "I'll admit it's somewhat encouraging that he seems to be keeping his word…but we shouldn't exonerate him on that alone."

"Yeah." Tsumugi glumly nodded. "He could just be faking it in hopes that he'll be able to infiltrate our party and use his stealth skill to stab us from behind. Though he'd need to have invested a lot of points in his Persuade skill, and even then, he'd probably need to roll a natural 20 to trick us like that."

"Your analogies are utterly incomprehensible." Keebo commented, causing Tsumugi's lips to droop even further in disappointment.

"Anyway…" Shuichi attempted to mediate the disagreement. "We might be getting a little too paranoid, but some caution is warranted under the circumstances."

Kiki frowned in slight disappointment at Shuichi's words before she shook it away. "Even if he's isolating himself from us, he still shouldn't go hungry. Kirumi, could you please bring him some leftovers once we're all done?"

Kiki's heart nearly dropped at Kirumi's grimace before the maid reluctantly nodded. "Very well, I shall fulfill your request after dinner. For now, though, let us eat before the food gets cold."

Everyone nodded before they picked up their chopsticks and began to eat. The reduced group however ate with much less gusto, especially Kiki. The girl absentmindedly picked at her food, feeling most of her appetite leaving her along with her good mood.


Once Monokuma's nighttime announcement finished playing, Kiki sighed and crawled into bed. Once she was all snuggled and curled up under the blankets, she closed her eyes, hoping that slumber would grant her a welcome reprieve from the distrustful atmosphere she had to deal with today.

We lose three of our ranks, and instead of coming together to stand strong against Monokuma like we did the first two times, most of us are hostile towards one of the few of us left. I understand their feelings, I really do! But we can't be at each other's throats like this, not while we're still in a Killing Game!

Kiki rolled over on her other side, an anxious sorrow flooding her heart. Sleep continued to evade her as she struggled with her negative emotions.

It feels like Seven and I are the only ones willing to give Sokyu a chance. I'm not even sure if I can count on Shuichi on my side.

She bristled at the possibility that her most trusted confidant among them might not support her in tomorrow's debate. His words from that evening echoed in her ears as she tried to fall asleep.

Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm afraid of more. Being one of the few who still wants to believe that Sokyu isn't our enemy, or the possibility that the verdict will just divide us even more. And then there's that book about Naegi's child. Why did it give me such a headache? Is it as Seven said? Could I be tied to that horrible incident? Who am I? Three trials in, and I'm still no closer to figuring that out.

Kiki groaned in pain as the pounding in her head returned. Though not too sharp, the repeated thudding in her forehead threatened to siphon all the energy she had just regained from her well-earned rest. She clutched her forehead with her hand, gritting her teeth in agony as she sharply inhaled and exhaled through her nose, trying to calm her headache.

I guess…the only thing to do is sleep on it and worry about everything tomorrow. I just…have a bad feeling about this…like things are going to get worse before they get better…

Feeling her headache dull, Kiki took one last, deep breath before she relaxed, finally allowing sleep to claim her for the evening.


"Nee-chan…"

"Kiki…" Koto and Kiri joined their brother in worry as they stared with concern at their sister's restless form.

"The day's events seem to have taken their toll on her." Maki observed.

"Indeed." Kyoko's brow creased with worry as she stared helplessly at her daughter. "I fear that these events are straining her resolve."

Makoto nodded, concern dancing in his eyes as he watched his daughter toss and turn in her bed. The young father wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with her and hold her in his arms, rub her back, and whisper soothing words into her ear. In the end, all he could do was watch helplessly along with his family.

"Well, I think we should all head to bed. Kiki may not get a restful sleep tonight, but I don't think she'd want us to sacrifice our sleep worrying over her."

Maki nodded before she stood up. "Alright, you three, come on."

Nodding glumly, the three Naegi children got up and dutifully followed the former babysitter out of the room. Now alone, the emotionally tested couple snuggled up to each other, taking solace in their love for each other.

Three, Two, One… They mentally counted down before Monokuma's mandatory comedy act predictably appeared on screen.


"Have you ever wondered why soccer players have numbers on their jerseys? It's how many mochi each player gets in the red bean soup they eat after the game. It's too much work for the guy who's making the soup to check each player after the game. It's much easier to check during the game when the number is on their uniforms. That way, they can just prepare the red bean soup during the game…"

"And then the red bean soup will be ready to eat as soon as the game is over. And if players want a different number of mochi, they can just trade jerseys with each other. You know how after the game, players will sometimes trade jerseys? That's how they exchange the number of mochi they have to eat after the game. Oh, but for baseball jerseys, the number is how many pieces of meat they get in their curry. And for volleyball, it's how many pieces of sliced pork they get in their ramen…"

"As you can see, jersey numbers vary greatly depending on the sport. This has been the Random Trivia Corner, brought to you by Monokuma!"


"Random trivia, my ass…" Kyoko grumbled. "His trivia is likely a load of garbage…"

Makoto nodded, though his worried frown had yet to leave his face. Normally, his wife's grumblings would be enough to amuse him and poke good fun at her seriousness. However, seeing his daughter's distraught, restless state, on live TV no less, had dampened even his spirits.

"Ano…why don't we…go to bed, Kyoko?" He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. "We should probably follow our own advice and try to get some rest."

Kyoko nodded, lethargically standing up before she felt her husband's comforting hand on her back. She slightly leaned into his touch as the two walked down the hall to their bedroom, hopeful that they would at least get better sleep than their suffering daughter.

They were hopeful, but they were not confident in that prospect at all.