This girl picked unique clothing...

She's shorter than me, has a slender, hourglass body shape, breasts that are straining her clothing, threatening to burst them apart, and sand colored skin. She has icy blue hair in the traditional shimada style. Overall, her face has very sharp and petite definitions, with a small and dainty nose, medium sized, high-set ears, and a sharp jawline. She has almond shaped, sky blue eyes. She's wearing a midriff baring cerulean 'shirt,' that shows off her cleavage, and covers her entire back ending into a point. The rest of her clothing consists of cerulean latex pants and light blue scarpin heels. She also had on what looked like 'armor' but seemed to be made of ice, probably fake ice. None of the armor really covered much at all as it was only present on her chest, knees, and elbows. She even was wearing an icy blue tail that was scaly and had a white mane of sorts, as well as long black fingernail extensions that looked quite sharp.

"I think you are a hair too close to my face," I said, holding up my hands defensively.

I hope it's not another girl who wishes to creep me out like the twins. Two is already too many.

"Oh! oops!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth with one hand in surprise. "Did not notice I was that close to the door."

"How could you not realize that, unless you are blind, in that case I'm sorry for judging you like that."

"Nope, not blind! My eyes are perfect, better than the human eye, considering that I'm a demon and all." she boasted, putting her hands on her hip. "I was just admiring this area's design while waiting."

Did she just say that she was a demon? She did, didn't she…? I mean the wild outfit makes her look demon-like, but clothing is clothing, not natural. That said, I have no clue what demon she's supposed to be representing.

"I'm guessing that someone told you I was here and you decided to go meet me."

"Whoah! You read my mind?! You must be a demon of some kind," she exclaimed, pulling out a book. "I better introduce myself right now. I'm Leiko Yamashiro, the Ultimate Demonologist. Please sign your name here!

-Leiko Yamashiro: Ultimate Demonologist-

More crazy talents, at this point, I could expect to see an Ultimate Soap Taster appear next.

She stood there holding a dainty nlack book open for me and a pen in the other. I've seen many things like this before, an autograph request. Though I did not tell her who I was so why is she doing this?

"I have not even told you who I am, why the autograph request?"

"Because, I cannot resist getting a demon's autograph!" She shouted, practically shaking with anticipation.

Oh, she's referring to how she thinks I'm a demon, only because I guessed something that was obvious. Although, autographs are not something I imagined anyone wanting from a creature of darkness.

Somehow, someway, there actually were four other names on the left page. I saw Tenma-Taro, Tarrazog, and Thilmith. Just about all of them were in the same handwriting. I also noticed at the bottom of the page, there was Sawachika Hyobe signed in a very neat cursive.

The others sound like demons; but strangely, the last one is just a normal name. Who did she find to sign these is my question and why do I get the feeling she wrote them herself? I shouldn't sign it, in fear of it being some kind of contract from hell. Literally or figuratively speaking.

"I will not be signing my name, since I'm not a demon," I explained. "But I can introduce myself. I'm Omezo Miyasaki, the Ultimate Novelist, master of literature."

I only added the last part so I can sound less boring, because it was stale before. Although, now I'll come across as arrogant, which I am not.

"Aww mann, your esper power was simply a coincidence then…" she pouted, looking defeated. She shut the book and placed it within her cleavage.

"Um… Sorry to disappoint you…?"

"I'm fine now!" she said in an upbeat tone.

At least she can change emotions on a dime. Somehow, I'm not surprised.

"Because I have someone new to talk to and I know exactly what the topic can be!" She cheered, throwing her hands in the air.

"Which is? I will warn you I don't know much about demons," I asked, rubbing my chin.

"It doesn't involve them, so don't worry, you won't have to pretend!" she assured, patting my shoulder. "We will talk about ships!"

Ships? I did not see that coming, and what an unrelated topic to both our talents and the location. That is, unless she's talking about the other form of 'ship.'

"How about you start it off," I requested. Only so I can find out which ship she's talking about.

"My OTP is this room, the Ultimate Dorms, and the Lounge Room! Their designs are impeccable and go well with each other, yet are different in some ways. Which makes for the best pairing!" she announced cheerfully, clasping her hands together, holding them up to her cheek, while standing on one foot.

"W-what?" I stammered, my eyes widening. "Those are rooms you are talking about…."

What do you even say to that? Not only does she use internet lingo for romantic pairings, but she does it with rooms as opposed to living beings.

"Sooo what!? They are more compatible than anyone else here so far. Therefore, I support them the most." She harrumphed, hugging her arms.

"Sure… whatever you say," I gave a half-hearted smile.

"Now tell me your OTP," She said, leaning closer to me with a curious stare.

"I don't have one, and never will." I made an X with my forearms.

"Come oooonnnn… I thought the Ultimate Novelist would know a thing or two about shipping." she rolled her eyes, sounding disappointed.

"I write novels, not sleazy fanfics on the internet. There is a difference you know," I said.

Not that I disapprove of fanfics, I just don't want her throwing in transformative fan creations with novels that authors have to come up with from complete scratch. They're in two different ballparks.

"But books must have ships too, don't they?" she pouted.

"They do, but they're not called ships, just pairings, and they are not always prevalent either, unlike in most fanfics."

That and they're commonly written better and more professionally. Though right now, this situation feels like a real life fanfic.

"How lame, and people say demons are the fun killers…" she complained, stomping the floor.

"They do more killing than just that," I commented.

"Yeah, but at least they know how to have fun! Plus, humans kill humans too," she said, pointing at me with her fore fingers with a frown.

"Sure… that's a point," I said, scratching my hair. "But they are still supposed to be the epitome of evil."

"Whatever, being evil is cool, and besides, we're all evil in some way so we should just accept each other for what we are!" She scoffed at me angrily.

This girl should not be uttering philosophies.

"It still doesn't excuse anything," I countered.

"Don't care! Leaving!" she announced, trotting towards her room.

And I thought Erena was the overly excited one, now she seems more controlled by a long-shot when compared to Leiko.

I let out a sigh of relief, glad that was over, and headed down the stairs as well. I went through the door leading to the garden and bathrooms.

-Outside of Bathrooms-

I came into a hallway, with the same walls and floor as the hallway that I entered the dorms from. There was a single metal door at the end of the hallway, and a section off to the right with a double door wide entrance way. I took a look inside to see that it was the bathrooms and showers. I also noticed a man standing in the area, he gave me a questioning glare.

He's the same height as me, has an average build, absolutely no muscle mass, and ever so slightly pale skin. He has slate colored hair that is slicked back and ends in a big wave-like curl. He wears round glasses with a golden rim over his pale blue angular eyes. His eyebrows are well kept and match his hair. His clothing consists of a fully buttoned up turtleneck uniform jacket with a blue gradient pattern going from the bottom starts from the darkest blue to the lightest blue at the top, white slacks, and dark gray pointy toed dress shoes. He also has a platinum medal with the words "genius approved" engraved on it, a black armband with the words "#1 student" on it in gold. He wears a plum colored neckerchief around his neck with golden trim to it. He also wears various jewelry, such as bronze earrings in the shape of an A, and three rings on each of his pointer fingers, one gold, one platinum, and one bronze. Finally, he has a black leather satchel hanging from his left hip.

I sure wonder what this guy's talent is…

"So the fifteenth sheep arrives, will this one prove to be competent unlike most of the others?" the man said, adjusting his glasses.

"One, I'm not a sheep, two, trust me I'm competent, but I understand where you are coming from, everyone I've met has been… way over the line of normality," I vented.

And I have a sinking suspicion that it's not going to end with the weirdos at this guy.

"So you say, no matter, you will always be a speck when compared to my level of intellect, as I am Anzai Sadakuno, the Ultimate Genius extraordinaire!" He said, brushing off his medal with a smirk.

-Anzai Sadakuno: Ultimate Genius-

I was wondering where the overly arrogant one was. There's always one... always.

"Will you allow me to introduce myself?" I questioned, pointing to my chest.

"Go right ahead, you do not need to ask permission because I can just choose to ignore you," he mentioned, flicking a strand of hair.

I can already tell just how much I'll hate this guy by the end of the day.

"I'm Omezo Miyasaki, the Ultimate Novelist, master of literature," I said.

Yeah I kept it, I got to look impressive around someone like him.

"A master you say?" He swiftly whips out a pair of sunglasses from his satchel and replaces his current glasses with them. He started to move his arms in a way that reminded me of gang signs. "Oh no no no! Are ya' tryin' to show me up foo'?!"

"Uh… Um… why the sudden change In..." I was at a loss for words, again. I should be getting used to it at this point, but I keep getting surprised by the sheer wackiness of some of these ultimates.

"Feelin' fearful now punk! Tat's right!…" He switches his sunglasses with a monocle. He begins to adjust it. "You sir may be a master of one but I am a master of many, and it's only proper to treat me as your superior." he said, mimicking the stereotypical voice of a gentleman.

Three personalities, there might be another one in that satchel so I cannot count my chickens yet.

"I get that you have confidence but what exactly makes you the Ultimate Genius?" I asked, doubt hidden in my voice.

I ask because someone with a personality disorder seems like a very unlikely candidate.

He then switched to horn-rimmed glasses."*sniffle* well, because I have the highest score of genius levels, and I always operate at one-hundred percent brain power," He said in a nerdy voice. "And the second smartest person only has a genius level of fifty if I'm being generous."

His ego threatens to consume the world and now I see he has a fourth personality, and what a great batch they are… I really need him to get out of this arrogant mood.

"I get it, you're a magnificent man with a superior brain, you don't need to tell me twice," I assured.

Hopefully, that makes him stop with the gloating.

He put on his round glasses that he had on the first time around.

"Hmm~" he sang, pushing up his glasses. "Correct, now you should never try to show me up again."

That's what that was all for? Just to teach me a lesson for my introduction?

"That was never the intention, I just wanted to add flair to my introduction," I explained, beginning to sweat.

"Well, I do respect your talent as it's intellectual, so I will allow you to call yourself a master, but do know your place," He replied, pushing a forefinger to my forehead, almost knocking me back.

"I know it, believe me," I said, brushing his finger away. "If you don't mind me asking, how many personalities do you have?"

"Four, and it's your guess as to which one is the real one though," he answered. "It does not take a genius to answer that one so don't prove yourself to be an idiot, there's enough of those down here already."

"It's this one then right?" I guessed.

It is the one he's stayed on the longest after all.

"Congratulations! You have raised up one percent in intellectual level!" He exclaimed, patting me on the head like a dog.

Now he's scoring me on my intelligence, it better at least be pretty high.

"From…?"

"Five percent, the highest out of the others," he said, pointing up in the air.

That's not high at all... And I'm not sure why he says I'm the smartest when I have not really done anything that would make it that way.

"But that seems really low," I said, my brows furrowing.

"Well, the scoring is based on my genius mind, so it's not as low as you may think," he said, looking down at me. "However, it is pretty low-class as is anything below ninety percent."

Of course it is, even though that makes it unfair with how smart he thinks he is. Think may be the wrong word, but I have not heard that much about this guy.

"You are pretty harsh then, ninety percent seems like way too high a score to not be low-class," I commented.

"Of course, people react with determination to improve when you are hard on them," he said, beginning to switch to the sunglasses, and then punching his fists together. "Or beat the evah' livin' shit outta' them! Maaaannnnlllyy style!"

This may sound terrible, but how did most of these people end up being the last sixteen sane and alive Ultimates? In fact, a few of them don't seem sane at all.

"I'm bored of your simpleton mind, so ta-ta!~" he abruptly stated, giving me a half-assed wave as he walked away and out the door to the dorms.

The list of crazies goes on, because I can add a man with a gentleman, gangster, nerdy, and scholar personality, all ego infused, to it. The one thing that confuses me is why his personalities know to switch accessories or how he himself knows. I cannot claim to be a skilled psychologist, but I feel as though that's not how it works.

Before I decided to leave through the door at the end of the hallway, I went to check out the men's bathroom. Which had what it should have in it. It looks like any normal large public bathroom. It had 5 urinals, 5 stalls, and 4 sinks. The walls were the same as before, and the floor was ceramic, beige tiles. I left the room and tried to access the showers but I found that it was locked.

So not only can we not enter the laundromat, but the showers are off limits too. Is hygiene not allowed down here? Maybe it's just a time thing.

With that search over, I went out the door at the end of the hallway.

-Botanical garden-

Ah, so here's our oxygen. I would have expected Erena to be in here, since it'd be more fitting.

This was very clearly a garden, it was just about as large as a soccer field. There were tons of plants and flowers in here, I can safely say that there's probably 80 percent of all the types of fruit and vegetables in here, plus various types of flowers, common and exotic. They were all lined up and spaced evenly on top of a knee-high steel table. On each side against the walls there was a table line with different sizes of clay pots and glass vases. There were many lights above them providing artificial sunlight, as well as sprinklers connected to thin lead pipes above the plants. The room felt very humid at the moment, so that must mean the plants were watered not too long ago. The walls were the same as always, and the floor was made from black ceramic tiles.

"Psst!" someone whispered loudly in my left ear.

I swiveled to my left to see a tall boy hiding behind some plants on my side of the table.

He was not taller than Kado, but definitely the second tallest so far. He has very obvious muscles and a slim build, with nicely tanned skin. His very short hair is sandy blonde, with a short cowlick that sweeps up and to the left with jet black tips. He also has a well trimmed sandy blonde beard that comes into a short pointy goatee, that of which has a jet black tip. His eyebrows are sandy blonde, and look quite bushy. Overall, his face is very defined, his nose slightly bigger than average, smaller high-set ears, and light blue, oval shaped eyes. His clothing consists of a tight fitting burnt orange tank top, the sides and trim of the tank top are a vivid yellow, light gray vinyl shorts that reach past his knees, and tennis shoes that match his outfit's color scheme. Looking closer, I could see that his tennis shoes had an emblem that looked like a flame shooting back from the heels. He was also wearing wrist bands that went just to his elbow. The one on the right being a vivid yellow and the other being burnt orange.

"What is it you want to say?"

Although, with how he's hiding, it probably is not something good.

"You see that girl over there?" He pointed at a girl dressed in regal attire that was sitting on the floor with her eyes closed, looking like she was meditating.

"Uh... Yeah."

"I spoke with her a bit, and dude... she's the hottest of all the girls," he said with a hint of admiration. "I've never met anyone nearly as fuckin' great as her.'

"So you are creepily peeping on her," I accused. "That's not something I feel is right, you know?"

"I know that, I'm not peeping, I'm hiding," he told me, his tongue lolling out. "Because she's also really goddamn feisty, another sexy factor to her."

"And why do I need to know this?" I asked, looking kind of disturbed.

"Because I need a bro I can lean on if things get hella rough," he replied, punching his hand. "First though, we need each other's name."

I don't remember agreeing to this nor him asking in the first place. That said, I don't really care because what's the worst that can come from this? So long as it's not something pervy. Although, it seems that way at the moment.

"Even though I did not consent to this, I'll assist I guess," I complied with a shrug.

"Hell yeah! That's the attitude I needed," He cheered, fist pumping. "Although, you could have sounded more freaking confident. Anyways, I am Jurobei Kotake, the Ultimate Football Star, or Soccer Star if that's your thing, but let's not get into that argument."

-Jurobei Kotake: Ultimate Football Star-

"I'm Omezo Miyasaki, Ultimate Novelist, master of you know what," I quickly said. "I won't regret this will I?"

"Ehhh, if she decides to kick our asses then yes, but I will have your back as will you mine, so we'll be fine," He said with confidence.

As if I'm an experienced fighter…

"What do you even plan on doing anyways?"

"Just a little thing called smooth talking, nothing too special," He slicked back his hair with his hand while smirking.

He motioned me to follow him as he approached the girl. We got pretty close to her and she continued to stay rigid in her sitting position, with her eyes closed.

"Alright, now I just need you to grab her attention," He commanded, getting in a position that looked like he was prepared to scramble away.

I can already see where this will go.

"Uh… hello, girl with the mo-hawk," I anxiously said, biting my lip in the process. "This is me, trying to get your attention so I can get this charade over with.

I decided that I will be honest this time, because I could really care less.

She did not move a muscle.

"You need to try more fuckin' hard dude!" Juro exclaimed angrily, running up to the girl. "Like this..."

"Hey beautiful, time to wake up and see the shining light," He was about to make contact with the girl with a finger but she suddenly sprang up and jabbed out a very elegant and intricate looking rapier that has cobalt velvet material covering the grip into a tomato directly next to Juro, causing it to explode onto his jacket and pants, staining it red.

"WE'VE ANGERED THE BEAST!" He screamed in fear, as he sprinted away at an extreme speed.

Yeah, I remember him saying he had my back, and I sure had his… a nice view of his as he ran anyways.

Despite what happened I just stood still, running my hands through my hair. I gave the girl a shrug as she pointed her rapier at my face, with an emotionless expression plastered on her face.

She's shorter than me, not by a lot though, has a slender frame, with average curves, and a tanned skin tone. She has long, platinum blonde hair with crimson highlights, that is styled into a braided mo-hawk that reaches her upper back. Her eyebrows are S shaped and match the color of her hair. Overall, she has a defined visage, with a slim jawline, small perky nose, slightly larger than normal, low-set ears, sky blue eyes. Her clothing consists of a cobalt long-sleeved tailcoat with white lining and brass buttons on the front and two long tails on the back worn over a black long-sleeved shirt, cobalt trousers, and a cobalt capelet with black lining that reaches down to her hips which she wears over her torso. She wears dark brown shoes covered by white spats with brass buttons on the outsides that reach up and cover her knees, as well dark brown leather gloves. Finally, she has a leather sword belt around her waist with a ruby red scabbard on her right side.

"So you choose to stand and fight like a true warrior?" She asked, her brow furrowing.

"Well, I'm no warrior um… but yes, I felt no need to run, since I doubted that you would actually attack me," I admitted, giving her a nervous smile.

"Honorable, can't say that much to your coward friend though," she said, sheathing her rapier. "But if someone draws their weapon you ought to be ready to fight if you plan on standing strong."

"Believe me, I would not have tried to fight you if you really were going to attempt to," I put up my hands in a defensive position.

"That doubt could have ended your life, I was fully capable of doing so just now," she said, crossing her arms with a judging stare. "And I would not hesitate to end anyone's life if I challenge or threaten them."

"I'll be sure to take that into account next time," I smiled.

"Tell me, who are you, brave one?" she inquired., resting a hand on her rapier.

"Omezo Miyasaki, the Ultimate Novelist," I said.

I'd rather not add in the rest like I did before, just in case she doesn't respond well to bragging in any form.

She bowed. "And I am Nene Wakisaka, the Ultimate Fencer, champion of the arena," she introduced, placing a hand on her hip. "You better not be as idiotic as the hopeless romantic or I'll have to carve you a warning into your hand…"

-Nene Wakisaka: Ultimate Fencer-

"Nononono, I got roped into that whole thing," I quickly stated, holding my hands up defensively.

"Yes, I recall you saying something that entailed that you did not care," she said, recalling my past words. She then frowned at me. "Letting someone pull you around like that is a weakness."

"What did you expect me to do about it?" I squeaked out. "I really did not care anyways."

"You should have shown power over him with a duel," She stood upright, grabbing hold of her rapier.

"I don't do duels, only argumentative writing," I mentioned.

And it's much less risky, because all I have to deal with is critics, then again, critics can be pretty cruel.

She let out a sigh of disappointment. "Why is it that everyone I met down here is so pathetic, I am already missing my arena where I can always expect a fight," she said, looking away from me.

"Welcome to the real world," I responded flatly.

"I've always been in the real world, just not surrounded by weaklings," She deadpanned.

"I mean, you cannot expect people to be experienced fighters all the time, plus, the way you toss out threats only scares them," I told her, scratching my head.

"It's how you show strength and get people to shut up, otherwise no one will take you seriously," She flicked her hair back with a scoff."Actions speak louder than words, that much has been true for me."

"But words are friendly and people respond to them better," I reasoned.

That was kind of cheesy I know, but I'm having a hard enough time finding words to begin with.

"Which is why you are a coward, much like everyone else here," she said, stabbing her rapier into the ground. "The cultist is the only one who seems to show signs of true strength, and I suppose the sheriff, but he has too much restraint."

"That's not what makes people a coward it-" I tried to say, but she cut me off by putting the rapier's tip to my neck.

"It's high time I spend time alone, it'd be best for you to not talk to me again until you've shown competence," she demanded, sheathing her rapier once more, leaving me in a tense state.

With that said, she pirouetted and walked off.

I had thought she'd be nicer at first, but as time went one she became real cold. She must've lived a unique life or something with the way she sees the world.

Before I could collect the rest of my thoughts, Juro came running back towards me.

"How the hell did you manage to talk to her for more than five seconds?!" He questioned, sounding worn out. "I only had three seconds until she told me she was going to render me blind…"

"You must be an expert on angering her then," I guessed with a shrug.

"I only complimented her looks and badassery, who would want to kill someone over that!? Especially from someone like me," he exclaimed, sounding offended.

"Looks like it's the first time you talked to a girl that is not a fan of yours then, because any girl would do something similar to a stranger if they flirted with them," I informed him, rubbing my chin.

"Shit… really? Every girl that I talked to only liked me because of my fame?" He stammered, looking baffled.

"Probably."

"What a damn bummer dude! I find the perfect woman and she didn't even know who the fuck I was!" He yelled, kicking the bench nearby. "Guess I'll have to give her some time then."

"Good idea, also, next time, don't expect me to… trust you considering that you kinda... ran away," I told him.

Because I'd rather not be left behind with a person like her in such a state again.

"Hey! That woman is right scary, scary hot, but goddamn scary enough to send anyone running! You just have a death wish, you crazy bastard!" He said, sounding pissed while clenching his teeth. He quickly calmed himself and breathed in. "Uh, sorry for the outburst dude…"

That's not it, but I'll let him think what he wants, for his own good.

"Speaking of running, I gotta go... I have more ultimates to meet," I announced, turning heel towards the exit door.

"See you around then bro!" He gave a friendly wave.

Clearly he's not the brightest light in the house, and he is very rowdy and loud. At least he's nice in his own way. Honestly, I don't know how I feel about him yet.

I made my way back to the dorms and through the door leading to the art room.

-Art room-

Suffice to say that this does indeed look like an art room. Everything you could ever need for every kind of art is in this room, scattered about, utensils, clay, sculptures, canvases, paper, paint, etc. There were tables and chairs lining the left and right walls. The wooden floor was astoundingly clean for an art room, Norito must have been in here recently, he really lives up to his title. The walls had colorful murals painted on them, the one in the back however is completely blank, upon closer inspection, there was fresh white paint on it.

"I see you noticed the wall," a meek voice commented.

I turned to my left to see a girl who was very short, for a teenage girl anyways. She has a very petite frame, with smaller than average breasts, and ivory skin. She has light brown, butterfly styled hair, light brown, rounded eyebrows, and yellow eyes. She also had lip gloss on. Her clothing consists of a short olive green dress with a scalloped light gray skirt, a high gathered waist, and a single flower-like sleeve, as well as a pair of knee-high white boots that look like paint was splashed on them. She also wears a lavender feathered hat, except instead of a feather, it's a large paintbrush.

Why do I see a sense of familiarity looking at her?

"Any specific reason why it's blank?" I asked, observing the wall closer.

"I did that, because I wanted a good background for my projects to sit in front of," she answered, twiddling with a paintbrush.

"So you're an artist I presume?"

"Yup, the Ultimate 3-dimensional Artist, Isoyo Imagawa… there is no art as glorious as mine…" She said rather blandly, as if she was tired. "Or at least that's what people say anyways… who knows if it's true or not…"

-Isoyo Imagawa: Ultimate 3-Dimensional Artist-

Is she tired or something? I would have expected more emotion with an introduction like that.

"For words that are supposed to sound grand, you did not really sound all that enthusiastic," I commented, my brows furrowing.

"What do you mean," she said, putting a brush up to her chin, meaning that it was probably a question she just asked. "I meant what I said, and I was interested in it."

"Then where are the expressions?" I inquired.

She's really hard to read when she doesn't do any motions with her body. Maybe she's the robot here, not Heikichi.

She took out a block of clay and molded at an almost lightning speed into a head that resembled her perfectly, it had a very proud and excited expression. She put it in front of her face. "Is this what you were looking for?"

Okay then… I must say, the face looks convincing, but couldn't she just use her own?

"Um… not really what I was looking for, but I guess it works," I said, rubbing my forehead.

"Great. I'm glad that I could satisfy you," she molded the face to look pleased. "It would be nice to know your name."

"Right, I'm Omezo Miyasaki, the Ultimate Novelist, master of the literature arts," I said with a smile.

"I knew it was you," she said, molding the face to look happy.

"We've met before? Or have you just seen a picture of me?" I scrunched my face trying to remember if I've seen her before.

She quickly changed the entire head to look like a different girl, to which I then recognized after a second of studying it.

"Oh, you're that girl, the one who made that statuette of my main character in my first novel," I recalled, my eyes lighting up. "It was the first fan gift I had ever gotten."

"That's correct, I've been a long time fan, but I have not had the chance to meet you ever again after that time because of the whole ultimate thing," she said, biting her brush.

"I understand, I'm sorry for not realizing it was you," I said with an apologetic smile.

"You don't need to apologize, I've changed a lot since then, and that was 4 years ago, when I was 13," She said, changing the head and face of the clay statue back, giving it a sympathetic look.

"Still, you made my day with that gift you know?" I said, putting a hand over my chest. "Although, now I get things like that all the time, so much so that I could drown in fan-made things."

"Being an ultimate really rocks doesn't it," she molded the face to look cheerful.

"Yeah… it can…" I said, looking down.

But most of the time, I can't help but feel like I'm locked in a path I may not want to follow. Geez, now I'm starting to sound like him...

"Is there something wrong with it…" She morphed the face to look confused.

"No… I'm just getting lost in memories, that's all," I said, giving a nervous laugh. "Don't let me ruin your opinion of being an Ultimate."

"Of course, I find it an honor to be recognized for something on such a high level. It also allowed me to meet some very great people, such as other Ultimates and you again," She changed the face to look happy. "You are just as awkward now as you were then."

"Some things don't change..." I said, my eyes averting to the side. "By the way, what projects were you planning on making?"

"I don't know quite yet," She molded the face into an inquisitive expression. "But I will want it to be memorable, to remind me of my time with the rest of you guys down here."

"Then you must be expecting this to be a grand ole time," I said with a half-hearted smile.

"It has been already, everyone is so fun and unique, even if a few of them are a bit creepy or rude," She turned the face into a pleased and excited expression. "It still makes a memorable experience with such a colorful group of people."

"You do have a point there, I've met fourteen Ultimates now. All of them have been anything but normal."

"There's still one more you have to find, don't let me stop you."

"Gotcha, I'll be heading out then."

"Buh bye," She waved with a paintbrush. "Good seeing you again."

It's nice to know that some people I've met before, or at least not complete strangers, are down here as well. Maybe this won't be so bad, unless… no, don't go back to that thought process again Omezo.

-Ultimate Dorms 1st floor-

One… last… person. This is the most talking in one day that I've ever done, never imagined it'd be this tiring.

"Aha! There's the last Ultimate, I've been searching long and hard for you." a girl announced, pointing at me with a displeased look on her face.

She's about a hair shorter than me, has a spoon-like body shape, with defined muscles, and slightly yellow skin color. She has turquoise hair that reaches down to just above her chest, styled with a combination of straight and braided hair, and soft angled turquoise eyebrows. Overall, her face is quite smooth, nothing is too defined, with her average sized short nose slightly smaller than normal, low-set ears, and gray eyes. Her clothing consists of a pinstripe, charcoal black princess vest, a plum colored undershirt, black bow-tie, plum pinstripe dress pants, and black chelsea boots. She also was wearing a bronze locket, and an earphone in her left ear.

"Same, except I only just began it," I nodded.

"Think you're lucky, kid?" She aggressively pointed at my chest, pressuring me. "Do you just get everything the moment you want it?

What did I do? She's treating me like I did something terrible.

"No, lady luck doesn't favor me that much," I said, holding up my hands defensively.

"Then I must've gotten the short end of the stick, because ever since Erena told me you and Sozen arrived, I had been trying to make contact with you," she said, crossing her arms.

"It's not like I was trying to elude you," I scratched my head with a nervous grin.

"It does not matter to me though, I enjoy having something to do while we wait for any personnel in the building to show their faces," she gave a hearty laugh.

So she was just playing with me before… Can't say I'm not glad, for a second there I thought I'd be arrested.

"Did Erena tell you my name and title?"

I am honestly hoping she did so I don't have to say it for the sixteenth freaking time. Maybe I'm just overreacting a bit though.

"If she did, I don't recall it," She answered, leaning on her foot.

Dangit...

"... I'm O-"

"You are Omezo Miyasaki, the Ultimate Novelist, you've written six legendary novels, all well received, and have made thousands off them."

Not only did she steal my introduction, she made it sound better than I ever did. I should pay her to speak for me next time.

"Thanks for doing my introduction for me, I was bored of it anyways," I said, sounding indifferent.

"No problem!" She flashed me a thumbs up.

"Who might you be anyways?" I questioned.

She whipped out a wallet that rolled open and revealed tons of certified licenses, there was enough to reach the floor and reach a few inches behind me, and I was standing about a foot away from her.

It's like she opened an ancient scroll of licenses, ids, and badges. How could one human being have this much in their wallet?

"Well, I guess I did not keep those well secured, no matter! As you can see here," she put a finger on the very top id card. "I am Kaiya Aoki, what it does not say however, is that I am the Ultimate Secret Agent."

-Kaiya Aoki: Ultimate Secret Agent-

"If you're a secret agent, then why did you tell me? Or did the definition of secret change while I wasn't looking?" I joked.

Seriously though, aren't secret agents supposed to keep their jobs and identity hidden?

"Secret means the same as it ever was, I just see no real reason to keep my talent hidden, considering the state of the world right now," she explained as she pressed something on her wallet making it roll up automatically and fast. "Besides, we need to be able to trust one another down here. Meaning no secrets should be kept."

"That makes sense, I cannot say I have any secrets I need to reveal, so we're good on that front," I smiled.

Well, I do actually have secrets, but I do not feel like dealing with anyone and their bullshit if I revealed them.

"But you could be lying," Her gaze darkened.

"Uh… I suppose yeah," I said, my eyes shaking. "But I'd think that you would already know them with your talent."

"Possibly, but that would require a lot of searching in files, and I have done enough searching today," she said. "And I don't think it's necessary, because I have faith that you are being truthful."

She totally suspects something.

"Good to hear, so what kind of secret agent are you, because I can't really tell with the unfathomable amount of stuff you have in that wallet," I said, gesturing to her wallet which looks surprisingly flat for all that it contains.

Seriously, she's a certified everything, from doctor, to chef. Wait, why would she need a certification for being a chef? Do agents really deem that a necessary thing? I don't see it coming into play.

"I do all kinds of work, from spying, secret service jobs, intelligence operations, etc," "The coolest part about it though, is all the sweet gadgets I get to use. Here, try this!"

She tossed me a cupcake of all things, and it landed in my hands. "Where were you keeping this?" I asked.

"Just try it!" She begged in anticipation.

No sense in denying a chance to eat a delicious cupcake.

I took a bite, or thought I did, but I ended up chomping down on my teeth rather than a fluffy cupcake. That said, the cupcake looked like it was bitten into.

ow...

"That was a holographic flavored cupcake!" She exclaimed, stifling a laugh.

"What's the point of that?" I questioned, sounding upset.

"Beats me, I just saw it on a table in a secret base I was in once upon a time," she shrugged with her shoulders "My guess is that it's to fake looking like you are doing something else while spying."

"Or pulling a prank, like you did," I said, crossing my arms while looking away.

"Did you want the cupcake that much?" She said, sounding sympathetic.

"Well, I love them so yeah," I admitted with a small smile.

"Aww, sorry, maybe they'll be on the menu later," She said, patting me on the back with a sorrowful look.

"Don't get my hopes up."

"Will all the ultimates in the facility please report to the announcement stage, though the double doors in the cafeteria, thank you," a rowdy, tomboyish and raspy voice sounded through the intercom.

"Who's that?" Kaiya asked, looking surprised. "I thought there was no staff here."

It didn't sound like Monokuma or Junko, so I guess this is no killing game. What's dead is dead.

It really felt like a ton of pressure was lifted off my chest after hearing that voice. This means we will be getting the protection we were promised. All that's next is waiting till the despair is cleaned up.

Prologue end

Ultimates remaining: 16

AN: I am curious to know who your favorites are so far, or if you wish to put in the effort, your opinions on all of the characters.

Review responses:

Scorpio116: I appreciate you being here to support me! Yeah, introductions are a thing I try to flesh out more than most authors do, because I feel that it's imperative to establish exactly what a character is like and to give them more than just a few sentences for the sake of making everyone care about them as soon as possible. That way, I can make the first deaths more impactful and despairing.

Katastic Writer: I'm glad I could brighten your day! I do like establishing both the setting and characters in the same chapter for the sake of pacing. I hope I can keep your enjoyment level up throughout this story.

ThePLOThand: I do like to make the best description that I can, otherwise, it wouldn't be as flavor-able you know? I can't have lazy designs in my story, and I need to replicate the Danganronpa fashion sense the best I can. If being a princess is considered a talent, then why not twins? Also, fitting music choices!

pokemansuperallstar: I'm glad you're already loving the cast! The rest are sure to impress all the same