Greetings everyone, Muk with a new chapter of Makoto's Bizarre Adventure.
Monokuma: What already? I thought you were gonna do some work on your other stories before you continued this?
I was going to yes, but after seeing the reviews I have gotten so far, thanks by the way guys, and how I just had more motivation for this story. I just had to get started on the next chapter. I think this may be my main story for a while.
Anyways, even though the first chapter was posted not to long ago, I worked nonstop to finish this next chapter for you guys. So let's stop all this talking and get right into it, shall we?
Without further ado, enjoy.
After the ordeal that had happened at Warehouse 16, both Makoto and Kyoko were taken to the hospital for any injuries they may have sustained. With Makoto, he had suffered from a bruised rib when Jutaro threw him against the wall. Kyoko, on the other hand, was a particularly different case. When the doctor examined her, they didn't find any external injuries but had found signs of previous trauma on her shoulder. But aside from that, she was perfectly fine.
Jutaro, on the other hand, wasn't. When the police brought him in, he was barely alive. Most of his bones had been broken, one of his lungs was ruptured, and his face was barely recognizable anymore. When the police asked how he got like this, Makoto simply responded with, "I fought back." Admittedly, Makoto did feel he might've gone too far, but in his defense, Jutaro hurt Kyoko so to Makoto he deserved it. While the doctors were able to keep him alive, Jutaro had suffered so much damage to the head that he'll be in a coma for who knows how long, which is just fine with Makoto.
Despite the doctors saying they were ok, they decided to keep both Makoto and Kyoko at the hospital overnight just to keep an eye on them. Currently, both of them were resting in the same room with separate beds. None of them had said a word to each other since they got in the hospital, they just sat there in awkward silence.
To Makoto, the silence was more painful than awkward, thinking that Kyoko was still mad at him for following her to the docks when she told him not to. He doesn't blame her though, it was his fault that she got hit with the arrow.
There was a good chance that the trust she had in him was over because of this, something that Makoto wouldn't know how to deal with. When he first met Kyoko, she rarely interacted with anyone in their class, wanting nothing to do with them. Despite this, Makoto persisted on getting her top open up to them, often inviting her to class events and gatherings.
Eventually, his persistence had paid off, with her finally accepting joining them to a movie night suggested by Hina. Since then Kyoko has started to open up more and more to the rest of her class, especially towards Makoto. He honestly considers Kyoko his best friend, but now he's afraid that these recent events have put an end to that.
"Hey Kyoko," he finally said, causing Kyoko to look over at him, "I'm really sorry for everything that has happened."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"If I actually listened to you, and didn't follow you, you probably wouldn't have gotten hurt," he said, guilt in his voice, "It was because of me that you got hurt and I understand if you're mad at me and-"
"I'm not mad," she interrupted calmly, causing Makoto to look at her in confusion.
"You're not?"
"No, not anymore anyway," she admitted before continuing, "I will admit I was furious when you followed me, but that was mostly because I was worried for your safety."
"Also, after taking into consideration everything that has occurred, there was a good chance that if I was on my own I most likely would not have survived," she said, looking at Makoto, "So if anything, you being there saved me Makoto. I thank you for that."
Makoto blushed a bit at her praise towards him, "Oh, I'm glad to hear that. I'm just thankful you're not mad at me, I figured you were since you weren't talking to me."
"Actually, my reasoning for not saying anything since we left the docks was because I was thinking of some other events that had happened, and frankly Makoto," she explained as her face took a serious expression, gazing coldly at Makoto, "You have some explaining to do."
"Wh-what do you mean?" he said nervously.
"'I fought back.' Makoto I have known you long enough to know you are anything but a fighter, so I find it hard to believe you were the one who comatosed Jutaro," she said, "Not to mention I know for a fact I got stabbed with an arrow in the shoulder, yet there's no sign of any injury there. And there's still that thing that I saw before the police arrived."
"I know you're hiding something Makoto, what is it?" she demanded.
This was something Makoto was afraid of. Ever since she saw Lucky Number, Makoto had a feeling Kyoko was suspicious of him since she regained consciousness. The only problem now is how he was going to explain everything to her. Knowing she wouldn't give up asking about it, he sighed in defeat.
"I had a feeling this would come up," Makoto sighed, "I'll explain everything, but it's going to sound crazy. Not sure if you'll believe it."
"Makoto trust me, after tonight I'm willing to believe anything," she admitted.
"Like Byakuya actually reciprocating Toko's love for him?" he joked, causing a light laugh from Kyoko.
"That might be a bit too absurd to believe," she said in between her laugh.
"Not as absurd as what I am about to tell you," Makoto said, "When I said I fought back against Jutaro, technically that wasn't a lie. I actually did do that to him."
Before Kyoko could ask how, Makoto continued, "I possess something called a Stand, a manifestation of my life force. At least, that was how it was explained to me when I found out about it." He looked over to Kyoko, who gestured him to continue, "Stands differ for each user, but they can give their users some kind of power which they can use however they want. Jutaro had one as well, but I was able to beat him with my Stand."
"And how long have you had this Stand?" Kyoko asked calmly.
"Only for a few months really, I found out about it on the day where I got notified of my acceptance to Hope's Peak," Makoto explained, "In fact, that day was also when I met Jutaro. It's a long story but because of my luck I inadvertently stopped him from getting away from some jewels he had stolen and got him arrested."
"Must've been a crazy day for you," Kyoko said.
"Yeah, but after that an old man who I met on that day too came up to me and he explained to me what Stands were, and between then and my first day at Hope's Peak, he taught me about my Stand and what it can do," Makoto explained, "You know Kyoko, you're taking all this a lot better than I thought you would."
"While I admit it does sound absurd, especially for someone as logical as a detective like me, I have my reason to believe you," she explained, "Besides, it's impossible for you to hide a lie from me."
"I'm that see-through huh," Makoto chuckled.
"Like an open book," she responded, "So knowing what you say is true, does that mean what I saw at the warehouse was your Stand?"
Makoto was silent for a while before looking at Kyoko dead in the eye, "Kyoko before I answer that, are you absolutely sure you saw something?"
"I am," she responded, sensing the seriousness of the subject, "I may have just regained consciousness at the time but there was no mistake, I saw something."
"I was hoping you didn't," Makoto sighed as he reached into his pocket, taking out the d20 die he had. "Yes, what you saw was my Stand. At least it's true form, outside of that this is what my Stand usually looks like."
"What do you mean true form?"
"Let me explain, in most cases Stands can only be seen by other Stand Users," Makoto explained.
"So does that mean I'm a Stand User since I can see your Stand right now?" Kyoko asked, pointing at the die Makoto was holding.
"Well no, but also yes," Makoto said, getting a questioning look from Kyoko, "When my Stand is like this, it can be seen by non-Stand Users. But what you saw was my Stand's true form, which can only be seen by Stand Users. So yes, you are a Stand User Kyoko."
"But if that's the case, why don't I have my own Stand?" she asked.
"If I had to guess, it's because you just recently became one and it's still developing," Makoto explained, "And I think I know what caused you to become one."
Makoto reached into his jacket and, much to Kyoko's shock, pulled out the arrow that was used on her earlier, "You still have that?"
"I figured something was odd about this arrow when I saw it wasn't sticking out of you anymore and that you're wound had healed," Makoto explained, "This is the only thing I can think of that explains you being a Stand User. Somehow this arrow can make people Stand Users."
"I suppose that would be the most logical reasoning," Kyoko said, "What are you going to do with it?"
"There's someone I know who may know about this more than me," Makoto said as he pocketed the arrow back in his jacket, "I plan on giving him a call to explain everything. He should know what to do."
Kyoko nodded at his explanation, believing it to be the best course of action. Silence filled the room as there wasn't much else to be said until Kyoko spoke again, "So Makoto, why don't you tell me more about your Stand?"
"Well my Stand is somewhat complicated, you sure you want an explanation?" he inquired.
"There's not much else to do so why not, plus I'm curious on how you used it against Jutaro," she answered.
"Well I guess if you want to know then," Makoto said holding up the die, "My Stand's called Lucky Number, and a way to explain what it can do is that it essentially turns the world into a game of D&D for me."
"What?"
"I know that sounds weird but let me explain, but how it works is that I say an action that I want to do and then I roll. Depending on what it lands, either the action I said happens perfectly, has some problems during execution, or just straight up fails," Makoto explained, "Let me give you an example."
He took out a pen he had from his pocket and looked over at a small trash bin on the other side of the room, "I toss this pen across the room and it'll land perfectly inside the trash bin." He rolled Lucky Hope across his bed, only for it to land on a 1, much to Makoto's displeasure.
"What happens if you roll a 1?" Kyoko asked.
"Well in D&D when you roll that, it's considered a critical failure and the action you wanted to do backfires against you. In this case," Makoto said as he tossed the pen across the room. However, the pen ricocheted off the trash bin and back to Makoto, hitting him in the forehead. He rubbed his forehead, which now had a small stinging sensation, "That happens."
Kyoko couldn't help but let out a small giggle at Makoto's misfortune, "If you knew that was going to happen why did you do it?"
"Once an action has been declared and it's been rolled for it has to go through, otherwise Lucky Number can't be used again," Makoto explained.
"I see, I suppose that makes sense," she said understandably, "Is there anything else it can do?"
"Well Lucky Number can be used to affect other people in a way," he said, "While I can't use it to control people's actions, it can influence how I talk to them."
"How so?" Kyoko questioned.
"Well, I actually used it back at the station before I interrogated Matsuda. I said I was going to interrogate him for any information on Bloody Clover and I got a 16, which was how I got him to talk," Makoto explained.
"So that explains it, I thought it was odd when you got him to talk so easily," Kyoko admitted, "But that got me thinking of something."
"What's that?" Makoto asked.
"Have you been using Lucky Number to influence me and the others in our class?" Kyoko asked seriously, "Perhaps you used it on me to get me to open up more to you and the others."
Seeing that he was in some deep trouble, Makoto quickly tried to talk his way out of this, "N-N-N-No of course not, I would never do that to you! Or anyone else for that matter. In fact, I haven't even used Lucky Number for anything like that, I only ever used it when absolutely necessary! I swear I would never use my Stand's power on something selfish like that!"
Before Makoto could explain further, he stopped talking when he noticed Kyoko holding her hand in front of her mouth as she was trying to prevent herself from laughing. Some snickers did leak out of her though before she finally calmed down, a smile on her face as she looked at Makoto, "I knew you wouldn't do anything of that sort Makoto."
"Then, why did you-"
"I wanted to see how you would react to such an accusation," she answered honestly, "And I must say I found it hilarious."
"You really scared me there Kyoko," Makoto said with a small blush on his face.
"Apologies," she said, "But I'm curious, are there any limits to your Stand's power?"
"A few yeah, for one the action has to be realistic. I can't just say I grow an extra pair of arms and roll for it, no the action still has to be something that can realistically happen," Makoto explained, "Also if I try to use Lucky Number to talk to someone but they are aware of it, it won't work. For example, if I said I convince Kyoko Kirigiri to remove her gloves for me and I got a high roll for it, it won't happen because you're aware of it."
"Makes sense," Kyoko said before realizing something, "But what about what I saw, Lucky Number's true form?"
"Oh that is a special case," Makoto smiled, "Lucky Number's true form will only come out if I ever roll a 20. When I do the die disappears and Lucky Number's true form comes out. It can only be out for five minutes before it turns into a die again, but as long as it's out I will always roll a 20. So any action I say will happen."
"That's impressive," Kyoko admitted.
"Furthermore, with its true form I don't always have to say an action. I can control Lucky Number to act without saying an action."
Kyoko took in what he said about his Stand while a few more questions arose, "I'm curious, can anyone else use Lucky Number? Like if they were to roll it, would its powers work on them?"
"I… don't know honestly," Makoto admitted, "I only ever used it on myself, I'm not sure if it works with others."
"Also what would happen if you lost Lucky Number while it was a die?" she asked.
"Oh that actually happened once," he said sheepishly, " I kind of left it in my pocket while my pants went through the wash and I couldn't find it for a while. One of the disadvantages of not having it dissipate like normal Stands. Nothing bad necessarily happens when I lost it, I'm just unable to use it until I find if. However, because of that I learned that I can actually sense where Lucky Number is if I ever misplaced it."
Before Kyoko could ask another question, the door suddenly slammed open as a heavily breathing Aoi Asahina stood there. "Are you guys ok?!"
"Hina?! What are you doing here?!" Makoto asked in shock.
"Why wouldn't I be here?! When I heard you two were in the hospital I came as soon as possible!" Aoi explained loudly.
"But how did you find out, news of this incident shouldn't have gone out to the public yet?" Kyoko questioned.
"You can thank me for that," someone said as Byakuya Togami walked in, "As the Togami Corporation has access to police reports it was only a matter of time before I found out you two were involved."
"How sweet, you do care for our well being," Kyoko teased, causing both Makoto and Hina to chuckle.
"Please, everyone's questioning of your whereabouts simply annoyed me, so I told them where you were to put an end to it," he explained arrogantly.
"And yet you came with us to check on them, nobody asked you to join us," Sayaka said as she walked in, followed by both Leon Kuwata and Chihiro Fujisaki.
"'Us?'" Makoto asked.
"What you think Byakuya told us what happened and we wouldn't worry about you guys?" Leon asked, "Of course we came!"
"In fact, the whole class is here," Fujisaki said, "The rest are just waiting in the lobby since we all couldn't come in at once."
Makoto smiled at the fact their classmates came to check on them when he remembered something he needs to do. "It's great that you guys came for us, but I need to step out for a minute."
"What for?" Byakuya asked suspiciously.
"Just need to make a call is all," Makoto explained as he got up from the hospital bed while pocketing Lucky Number, "Figured I should let my family know about this before it comes up in the news."
"Oh, alright. Well don't take too long, you got a lot of explaining to do mister," Hina said.
Makoto stepped out into the hallway, getting a brief glimpse of Kyoko who nodded in understanding of what he was doing, before closing the door to the room. He took out his phone and went to his contacts, selecting one he hasn't dialed in a while. When he brought it up to his ear, the call was still being made for a few more seconds before someone picked up.
"Hello," the other end of the call responded, the voice sounding like it belonged to an old man.
"Hey Mr. Joestar, it's me, Makoto Naegi," Makoto said.
"Ah Makoto, it sure has been a while," Mr. Joestar responded, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Something came up recently, and I need your help with something," Makoto explained. As he began to explain the situation to Mr. Joestar, Makoto couldn't help but think back to when he first met him. The man that would forever change his life.
*5 Months Ago*
Makoto wasn't sure what in the world just happened. One minute he was just going to return a phone left by an old man he briefly talked to. Next thing he knew, he had inadvertently just stopped a robber from escaping with some jewels that he had recently stolen. Makoto wasn't sure how, but his own luck had caused the robber to crash as he was attempting to escape on a postman's motorcycle.
As Makoto examined the crash, the robber now passed out, he suddenly felt something in his right hand. He took a look at it and saw that he was holding an orange d20 die. "Where did this come from?" he asked, never seeing the die before.
"Hey kid," someone called out to him. Makoto turned towards the voice and saw the old man he had talked to coming up to him. The man looked to be around 60 or 70 years old, yet he was fairly muscular. His hair and beard were gray in color, and his clothing reminded Makoto of an explorer, complete with white gloves, dark wristbands, khaki pants, a short-sleeve shirt, and even a fedora.
"That was pretty impressive what you did there," he complimented Makoto.
"Oh uh, thanks I guess," Makoto said, "I'm not even sure what I did, my luck just sort of took care of everything."
"Well, either way, it stopped that guy so all's well that ends well," he responded before he saw the die that Makoto was holding, "What do you have there?"
"Oh this, well," Makoto said, not sure how to explain the die before someone could be heard getting up.
"You," the robber, Jutaro Akafuku, who was thought to be unconscious, said to Makoto as he got up. His eyes were full of hatred as he looked at the boy, "You ruined everything you brat. I'll freaking kill you!" Jutaro took out a knife and ran towards Makoto, who just stood there in fear.
Just when he was about to get stabbed, the old man intervened.
"Hermit Purple!"
Makoto felt something wrap around him as he was forcibly pulled away from Jutaro, just barely avoiding what would've been a fatal stab. Before Jutaro could understand what just happened, he felt a strong punch to the face as the old man just socked him.
"The hell do you think you doing old man?!" Jutaro exclaimed, holding his face in pain.
"Saving that boy's life from the looks of it," the old man said before pointing at Jutaro, "Now your next line is, 'I'll kill you and that damn brat!'"
"I'll kill you and that damn brat!" Jutaro exclaimed, before gasping in shock at how the old man predicted what he would say next. This kept him distracted long enough for the old man to land a solid punch with his left hand, sending Jutaro to the ground and rendering him unconscious.
The old man walked over to Makoto, "You alright kid?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks," Makoto thanked.
"By the way, you dropped something," the old man said pointing to the d20 die on the floor. Before Makoto could respond, to his shock purple, thorny vines suddenly sprouted on the old man's arm and reached out towards the die, grabbing it and bringing it over to his hand before they disappeared.
"What was that just now?!" Makoto asked in shock.
"So you saw that huh, seems my suspicions of you were correct after all," the old man said, "Tell me kid, what's your name?"
"Uh… Makoto Naegi," Makoto responded, not sure where the man was going with this.
"Makoto Naegi, congratulations," the old man said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, "You are now a Stand User."
"A what?" Makoto questioned.
"I'll explain everything kid, just know that this die is going to change your life," the old man smiled as he handed the die to Makoto.
"Wait I'm confused, who are you?' Makoto asked.
"Oh where are my manners, never did give you my name," the old man chuckled, "The name's Joseph, Joseph Joestar!"
"So that's everything that has happened, figured I would let you know about it," Makoto, finishing explaining the situation to Joseph on the phone.
"Hmm, this is serious," Joseph said, "Do you still have the arrow on you?"
"Yes, I do," Makoto responded.
"There'll be some people from the Speedwagon Foundation coming to where you are to collect it," Joseph explained, "It's too dangerous for the arrow to be out in the open. The Speedwagon Foundation will be holding onto it. It'll be in good hands, I fully trust the Speedwagon Foundation."
"If you trust them then I will as well Mr. Joestar," Makoto said in understanding.
"However, there's a good chance the arrow has already been used to awaken multiple Stand Users, just like it did with Jutaro."
"He said he had some outside help escaping prison, you think someone's been awakening Stand Users?"
"There's no doubt in my mind. Why they did it I'm not sure, but you need to be careful Makoto," Joseph warned, "Whether these new users are good or bad is unknown, but this spells trouble."
"I had a feeling that would be the case," Makoto sighed.
"Makoto listen to me," Joseph started, "This friend of yours that got stabbed by the arrow, how much do you care for them?"
Makoto thought about his answer a bit before he responded, "I care a lot for all my friends. But for Kyoko, I honestly care about her the most. More than the whole world really."
"Then you need to watch over her, especially now that she's a new Stand User. You're gonna have to guide her through this as I did with you. Help her understand her Stand and how she can use it. Can you do that?"
"Of course I can," Makoto replied, "I'll be with her the whole way. I'll help her understand everything there is about Stands and this new life for her."
"Spoken like a true man," Joseph said, "I'll go notify the Speedwagon Foundation about the arrow, they should be there in about an hour. I'll keep in touch Makoto."
"Got it, it was nice talking to you again Mr. Joestar," Makoto said before the call ended. Makoto sighed as he entered the room, where everyone was barraging Kyoko with questions about what happened. He had a feeling that the "normal" life he had at Hope's Peak was about to come to an end."
*1 Hour Later*
By the time an hour had passed all of Class 78 have visited Makoto and Kyoko. While most left after seeing them, some of them stayed behind a bit longer just to be with them a bit longer. Currently, there were only seven of them just waiting in the lobby.
As Byakuya was reading a book he had brought with him, he noticed through the glass door of the hospital a suspicious-looking white, armored car pull up in front. On the side of the car was a logo of a wooden cartwheel with the words 'SPEED' and 'WAGON' above it.
"What are they doing here?" he asked.
"Why are who here?" Leon asked before seeing the car as two men in uniforms with the same logo as the car exited the vehicle, "Who are they?"
"The Speedwagon Foundation, an organization that dedicates itself to medical and environmental research and conservation," Byakuya explained.
"You seem to know a lot about them," Sakura noted.
"My father has tried to buy the company multiple times, the Speedwagon Foundation is well known for its research. If the Togami Corporation had it under its control, we would gain more power than we already do," Byakuya explained, "However they always refuse, and my father has failed to find any incriminating evidence on them to convince them."
"So what are they doing here?" Hina asked.
"That's what I would like to know," Byakuya said, closing his book, now interested as the two men entered the lobby.
"Which one of you is Makoto Naegi?" one of them asked, surprising the group of students about them asking about their friend.
"That'd be me," they heard Makoto said as he entered the lobby, walking over to the men.
"Makoto?" Sayaka questioned.
"Hey man, how the hell do you know these guys?" Mondo asked, confused on what is going on.
Makoto looked at his friends with an apologetic look. He felt guilty for not telling them about this, but there were some things he needed to keep secret from them.
"You have it?"
Makoto nodded as he reached into his jacket and took out the arrow.
"What's that?" Toko asked, sharing the same confused expression as the rest of her classmates.
Her question was ignored as one of the men lifted a briefcase he was holding and opened it up. Makoto simply placed the arrow inside the case as the man closed it, "We'll make sure this is kept safe."
"Thank you," Makoto nodded as the two men left. Once they exited the hospital Makoto didn't have time to react before Byakuya grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and brought him up to his face, which was now seething with anger.
"Explain yourself now Makoto," he demanded.
"Byakuya what are you doing?!" Hina asked.
"Yeah man what the hell, he's still pretty hurt chill out," Leon added.
"He'll be a lot worse if he doesn't start talking," he threatened, "You're hiding something Makoto, I demand to know what it is!"
"Hey, man back off!" Mondo warned, cracking his knuckles as he walked over to Byakuya. But Makoto raised his hand, signaling Mondo to stop much to his and everyone else's confusion.
"I'm sure you're confused Byakuya, along with the rest of you," Makoto said, "But there are some things that I just can't explain right now. I'm sorry."
"What kind of excuse is that?" Byakuya asked in disbelief, "Tell me now or I swear Makoto I will-"
Before he could finish, a loud crash could be heard outside. Everyone looked to see the Speedwagon Foundation vehicle had now been crushed. To everyone else, all they saw was the crushed car, but for Makoto, he saw what caused it.
On top of the now crushed car, was a tall, thin-looking Stand. Its legs and arms were pink with black stripes, it's torso was mostly black with a red pattern more inward, and its face seemed to have a permanent smile plastered onto it. The Stand's eyes were different, while it's right eye was simply a black dot, the left eye was red and jagged. Makoto noticed that in its hands, which had very sharp claws, was the arrow that Makoto had just given to the Speedwagon employees.
Not wasting any time, Makoto got out of Byakuya's grasp and ran towards the Stand. Once he was outside the Stand noticed him and jumped off the car before running off. Makoto quickly ran over to the car to check on the men, only to find them both dead, each having five stab wounds on their chests and looks of terror on their faces.
Makoto cursed to himself before he quickly gave chase to the runaway Stand. However, the Stand was fast and Makoto was beginning to lose ground. But then he saw Mondo's motorcycle parked and got an idea as he took out Lucky Number.
"I ride on the motorcycle to catch up to the Stand," he said, tossing Lucky Hope right beside the bike. It landed on 15, which was good enough for Makoto. He picked up his Stand and hopped on the bike, "Sorry Mondo, but I need to borrow this for now."
He was thankful now that he accepted Mondo's offer to teach him to ride a motorcycle some time ago. He opened up the bike's storage compartment at the front, which thankfully had a spare key. Makoto grabbed it, closed the compartment, and inserted the key into the bike's ignition and turned it, starting it up. Makoto drove off towards the Stand, just as the others got out and called out to him, but he was already too far to hear them.
Makoto chased the Stand as it continued running, weaving past multiple cars making sure not to lose the Stand. As he chased it, Makoto kept constantly looking at his surroundings, knowing the Stand User had to be nearby. The Stand suddenly had its arm out to its as it grabbed a light pole, using to quickly turn to another street. Makoto followed it, taking them to an empty street with no cars.
"Something's not right, why it'd go here?" he thought to himself, "If it stayed on the main road, it would've been harder for me to chase it with all those cars. So why lead me here?"
Makoto soon got his answer as the Stand raised its hand towards him before it suddenly detached itself from the Stand and soared right towards Makoto, claws out for his face. Makoto was barely able to move aside to dodge the oncoming hand. "So that was why it came here, it wouldn't be able to attack me on the main road with all those cars," Makoto said, "Damn, whoever the Stand User is, their clever."
The hand that he dodge suddenly turned around and once again went after Makoto. When Makoto saw this, he quickly ducked under the hand before it could claw him. The hand attached itself back onto the Stand, now turning into an alleyway. Makoto was going to fast to stop in time so he took out Lucky Hope, "I jump off the motorcycle and land right at the alleyway."
He tossed the die towards the alleyway. Unable to see what it landed on, Makoto hoped for the best as he jumped off when he got past it. He was thankfully able to land safely before hearing a crashing sound coming from the bike. He looked at it and while it wasn't completely totaled, it was seriously banged up. Makoto looked down at Lucky Hope to see it had landed on 11.
"Welp, if I don't die here Mondo is definitely going to kill me," Makoto said, picking up Lucky Hope and entering the alleyway. The alleyway was awfully quiet, and Makoto didn't see any sign of the Stand. Even so, he knew it was here.
Makoto heard something from above him and when he looked up, he saw that Stand was using its feet to suspend itself between the two buildings. Its left eye seemed to glow brighter as it bends forward, one of its clawed hands out to stab Makoto. He was able to avoid it before the Stand dropped itself from above and landed on the ground.
"You know, it wasn't smart to follow me without your Stand being out," the Stand said, its left eye glowed as it spoke in a high pitched voice.
"Who are you?" Makoto demanded, knowing that the User was communicating through the Stand.
"Oh like I would tell you who I am," they said, "But if you want to know the name of my Stand, it's Despair Syndrome."
"What do you want? Why did you kill those two from before?" He inquired, remembering the bodies of the Speedwagon employees.
"They had something I wanted, so I took it from them, that's all," the Stand replied, holding up the arrow in its hand, "As for what I want, puhuhuhu. I want to share the glory of despair to the world and this little thing will help me accomplish that."
Makoto wasn't sure how to respond to that answer. How could someone kill people for a goal as ridiculous as what the Stand User had told them?
"It's been fun talking to you and all but I got places to be, Stands to awaken, and despair to share so," they said as the claws on Despair Syndrome grew out, looking more like syringes now, "Bye-bye."
Despair Syndrome's hand launched towards Makoto before he rolled out of the way. He turned to look back and just as he thought, the hand turned around and was once again chasing after him. Makoto quickly looked around the area when he saw a trash can lid against the wall.
"I use the lid to deflect the Stand's hand," he said as he tossed Lucky Number beside the trash can, landing on 14. Makoto quickly grabbed both his Stand and the lid, turning around with it just as the hand got close to him. The claws went through the lid but stopped before they could hit Makoto.
"So that little die there is your Stand huh, well not much it can do against my Despair Syndrome," the Stand User mocked as Despair Syndrome's hand retreated back to its owner, "How can you defeat my Stand when you can't even hurt it."
While it's true Makoto was at a disadvantage, he didn't falter. "How about you find out?" he said as he faced the Stand, still holding the lid in his hands as a shield.
"You're wasting both your time and mine!" they said annoyed as Despair Syndrome once again launched its hand at Makoto.
"I'll deflect the Stand's hand right back at it," Makoto said before tossing Lucky Hope.
"Not gonna happen!" the user said as Despair Syndrome went towards the die in mid-roll, "There's one weakness to your Stand Makoto when you throw it, it's wide open for an attack like this!" Using the hand still attached to it, Despair Syndrome punched the die to the ground with enough force to cause a small crater, "How does that feel?"
"Just fine thanks," Makto responded with a smirk. Despair Syndrome looked at him confused as Makoto used the lid to smack the hand coming at him away, changing it's course right for the Stand. Before it had a chance to react, the hand had stabbed Despair Syndrome right in the chest.
"But how?" the User said, pain being heard in their voice, "You should've been hurt when I attacked your Stand."
"My Stand isn't like any normal Stand, if it gets hurt while its a die I don't take any damage," Makoto explained, "Also I need to thank you, because of your interference my Stand landed on just the number I wanted."
Despair Syndrome looked down at the die, seeing it had landed on a 20 before it suddenly disappeared. The User could be heard gasping before an orange hand suddenly punched Despair Syndrome in the face, sending it crashing into a wall.
"You asked how I was going to defeat your Stand with mine, this is how," Makoto said as Lucky Number's true form appeared in front of him. "I'll jump over your next attack grab the hand as it comes at me from behind," Makoto said before Lucky Number tossed a die at the ground.
Despair Syndrome fired its hand at Makoto again, but using his Stand he pushed himself off the ground with enough force to make a clean jump over it, gaining at least five feet of air. The hand turned around once again flew towards Makoto, only for Lucky Number to grab it before it could reach him.
"Here, you can have this back," Makoto said as Lucky Number threw the hand back at Despair Syndrome. The hand stabbed the opposing Stand in the shoulder and pinned it against the wall. "This ends now," Makoto said, who was still in the air.
"I launch myself off the wall right towards your Stand!" Lucky Number once again threw another die. Makoto was able to direct himself so his feet were touching the wall before using Lucky Number to push him off straight towards Despair Syndrome. Once they were close enough, Lucky Number unleashed a barrage of punches onto the Stand.
"SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA SAGA!"
Lucky Number brought it's hand back for one final punch, "SAGA!"
But just before it could land its punch, Despair Syndrome's entire body split apart, causing Lucky Number to hit the wall and make a hole in it. Makoto was caught off guard but the Stand's sudden movement that he didn't see the clawed hand behind him.
"MUDA MUDA MUDA!"
The claws implanted themselves onto Makoto's back, making him gasp in pain as the sharp needles dug deeper.
"Seems I underestimated you Makoto, who knew your Stand had this much power," the other Stand User said as Despair Syndrome reassembled itself behind him.
Makoto focused as Lucky Number appeared and threw a punch at Despair Syndrome, only for its other arm to grab it in mid punch. "Oh that'll cost you," they said before snapping the arm it held, making Makoto scream in pain as he felt it on his arm.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you now. I have much bigger plans for you," the User said as Despair Syndrome leaned towards Makoto's ear, it's red eye glowing intensely, "I'm just going to give you a taste of the despair I plan to give to this world."
Makoto suddenly felt something injected into from the claws on his back, before they were painfully removed, blood spewing from his wounds before he collapsed on the ground unconscious.
"Night night~."
When Makoto got up, he was horrified at the sight before him. The city was absolutely decimated, ruins of once tall buildings littered the area, the smell of fire and smoke polluted the area, and what was even more frightening was that the whole sky was red as blood.
"Shocking isn't it, does it make you shiver to the bone," the high-pitched voice could be heard everywhere. Makoto looked around, but couldn't see any sign of who it belonged to. "Oh the tragedy, the calamity, despair, it's glorious!"
"How could you possibly find joy in this?!" he asked enraged.
"You wouldn't understand because you never got the feeling of euphoria that comes from despair, but you're about too."
Makoto felt the ground shake beneath him as something started to rise from the ground. When Makoto looked at what it was, his eyes widened in terror at the sight of the dead students of Class 78 hung upon wooden frames. Each one was about as bloody and beaten at the next one.
"You thought you could protect them, oh sweet little Makoto, you couldn't," the voice said as it laughed at his pain.
Unable to take his eyes off the bodies of his friends, he noticed that Kyoko wasn't among them. "Wh-where is she? Where's Kyoko?!"
"Over here!"
Makoto quickly turned behind him as Despair Syndrome could be seen holding Kyoko, one of its clawed hands at her throat. "I wonder how much despair you'll feel as you watch this one die," it said, gripping Kyoko's neck as the claws started to draw blood.
"No don't!" Makoto screamed as he ran towards them. He reached into his pocket for Lucky Number, but to his shock, it wasn't there.
"You failed to protect your precious friends, you failed to protect her, you cannot protect anyone Makoto Naegi," the user taunted as Despair Syndrome gripped at Kyoko's neck tighter, "Now suffer in despair!"
"NO!"
All Makoto could do was watch as the Stand tore Kyoko's throat apart, causing her now lifeless body to collapse. Tears started coming down Makoto's eyes as he screamed in anguish at the horrific sight. He soon felt only one thing, one terrible feeling.
Despair.
"Makoto! Makoto! Makoto get up!"
Makoto's eyes shot open when he felt he was being shaken. He was breathing heavily as he looked up to see Hina looking down at him with a worried face. He looked around to see he was once again back at the hospital, with everyone around him with looks of concerned. Even Byakuya looked a bit concern.
"Oh thank goodness you're awake," Hina sighed in relief, "You really freaked us out when you just started screaming."
"Ugh, what happened?" he asked as he sat up. He felt a slight headache and he was about to put a hand on his head when he noticed that his right arm was now in a cast.
"After you suddenly ran off on Mondo's bike, he called one of the guys in his gang to bring him a bike so he could find you," Leon explained.
"I found you in an alleyway unconscious and beat up," Mondo added, "Doctors said your arm was broken and you had at least five stabs on your back. Bro, what the hell happened?"
"More importantly why did you run off like that?" Byakuya asked, "That was rather odd of you."
Makoto was silent as he was unsure of how to respond to them before Kyoko walked into the room. "Perhaps you shouldn't barge with so many questions right now," she suggested, "He just regained consciousness so asking so much is not good for him."
"Kyoko is right," Sakura agreed, "We should let him rest for now. He's been through a lot this night."
Everyone agreed with the detective's suggestion, much to Makoto's relief. Eventually, they all left for the night, with Mondo saying to Makoto he'll send him the bill for his bike's repairs, sending a killer look that sent shivers down the luckster's spine. Soon, the only ones in the room were Makoto and Kyoko.
"You saved me there Kyoko," he thanked her, "Wasn't sure how I was going to explain what happened."
"Don't think you're off the hook yet," she said menacingly, which got Makoto extremely nervous, "Just what were you thinking chasing after that thing?"
"Well I, wait you saw what happened?" Makoto asked shocked.
"I did, through the window in our room," she explained, "After you had left to give the arrow to the Speedwagon Foundation, I heard a crash and when I looked out I saw what I assume was a Stand on top of the wreckage. That was shortly after you recklessly chased after it."
"Did you see anyone suspicious, anyone nearby that might've been the Stand User?" he asked, thinking he might be able to figure out what had attacked them.
"Unfortunately I was focused more on you riding off on a motorcycle than the surroundings," she admitted before returning her glare at Makoto, "Again I ask, what were you thinking?"
"I'm really sorry if I worried you Kyoko, I really am," he apologized, "But when I saw that Stand holding the arrow after killing those men, I knew that whoever the User was was responsible for Jutaro as well."
"I thought if I could stop them now, all our troubles would've been solved. I guess I was wrong, and I just got decimated."
"That was still reckless of you, while your injuries were minor you were still recovering from your fight with Jutaro," Kyoko said, "You could've been killed Makoto, didn't you consider that possibility."
"Well I honestly did think Mondo would kill me for his bike," he joked, trying to ease the tension in the room.
"I'm serious Makoto," she responded harshly, "You need to be more careful."
"You're right Kyoko, I'm sorry," he sighed, "But this is serious now. When I was fighting that Stand, while I couldn't see the User I could feel their motives. They were pure evil, and now they have the arrow."
"We need to find them soon, otherwise we'll all be in trouble."
"You're right about that," Kyoko agreed, "I want to help Makoto. While I still don't have a Stand yet, I want to be as much help as I can."
"Kyoko, you're the Ultimate Detective, if anyone can find them it's you. So you'll definitely be a lot of help," Makoto assured, "And don't worry about your Stand, it'll definitely show up eventually. And once it does, I'll be there to help you learn about it."
Kyoko smiled at his words, "I know you will Makoto. Thank you."
Both of them just sat there in comforting silence, unknown of how their hands were atop of one another.
And chapter 2 is now complete.
Monokuma: Ok what the heck, why are these chapters so much longer than your usual stories?!
I honestly have no idea, I just keep writing what I have planned for the chapter and I guess it's more than I thought it would.
Monokuma: Nearly 8000 words and 20 pages for this one chapter, a bit much don't you think?!
What can I say I plan a lot for this story. So like I said in the last chapter, we got a more in-depth explanation of Lucky Number and how it works.
Monokuma: And again I will say, it's OP as hell!
Shut it Panda Reject! Anyways, let's explain the other Stand that was introduced in this chapter, Despair Syndrome!
I'm sure many of you can guess who it belongs to, but as you can see I made Despair Syndrome into one heck of a Stand. And I'm still not done with showing what it can do, but that will be seen in later chapters. As you read in the chapter, Despair Syndrome is able to disassemble it's body, kind of like Buggy from One Piece. But along with that, it can use its claws to inject a special hallucinogen substance into anyone, giving anyone who is injected a good amount of despair just like what happened to Makoto.
Despair Syndrome's name is based on one of the soundtracks in Danganronpa 1 by the same name.
Oh and also, yes, I brought Joseph Joestar into the story. When I saw how in Makoto Naegi's Secret File how he had briefly talked into an old man who also helped him against Jutaro, I just knew I was going to make that man Joseph.
Now before anyone complains about how this affects the timeline of Part 3, in this universe Jotaro defeats DIO in more modern times and when Joseph met Makoto it was around a year since then. So that is just to clear things up.
Anyways, my favorite part of this chapter was of course the fight between Makoto and Despair Syndrome. Even though he lost, he had some great moments.
As always, hoped you guys enjoyed and keep an eye out for the next chapter.
Sain'ofu.
