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Dining Hall 12:53 PM
Makoto's POV
"Hi Shuichi, what are you reading?"
The detective looks up a bit more nervous than usual, then passes me a smile, and returns to his book or journal or whatever it is. I sit down next to him as he flips through the pages of the book. Every so often I glance over and find pictures of horribly mutilated corpses. I restrain a gag and Shuchi turns to me. "Oh, sorry Makoto," he says quietly, pulling his hat over his eyes.
He turns away and I continue sitting on the bench, waiting for something to happen. Today has been a lot more boring than usual. From what I know Sayaka has been going around and making idle conversation. I've always been more of an introvert so I'm glad Sayaka is going to be out for a while.
I sit on the bench with Shuichi for about twenty minutes, just thinking and fiddling with my thumbs, before Sayaka comes over and plopped next to me. "Hi Naegi! Want to go with me on a walk around?"
"To where?" I ask innocently.
"How about past the gym? It's a big place to walk around without having to go through doors too many times."
"Did you mean into the gym?"
"Oh, of course I did! I'm so sorry that I messed up, but you know what, let's do it!" Sayaka squealed. She grabs my hand and soon I'm being whisked out of the hall and into the direction of the gym. I sigh and wave goodbye to Shuichi, who barely waves as he slightly looks up from his book.
The fun of being whisked around by everyone's favorite Pop Idol is cut short when the two of us enter the gym and hear Mondo shouting at Fuyuhiko. The two of us wince as we try to walk up slowly to the two bickering crime lords. "JUST FUCK OFF WOULD YOU?!" Fuyohiko defensively says.
"EXCUSE ME FOR ASKING IF YOU AND PEKO ARE A COUPLE SINCE I HATE ASSUMING THAT YOU TWO AUTOMATICALLY ARE!"
"SHE AND I ARE JUST FRIENDS, WHY CAN'T AN OAF LIKE YOU NOT SEE THAT?!"
"I'M SORRY I'M NOT AS PERCEPTIVE AS YOU LITTLE MIDGET!"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU BIG OAF?!" I can practically hear Mondo grimace and groan as he hesitates to release a punch. Though I hear his faint fight not to punch Fuyuhiko, the mob boss pushes it. "Just what I thought, dumbass."
"DON'T CALL ME A DUMBASS YOU BITCH!" He swings a punch directly to his side, avoiding Fuyuhiko but nailing Sayaka in the stomach. His eyes widen in fear and he immediately drops most of his violence.
I rush to Sayaka's side and help her up. She moans in pain but is still breathing, though it's become pretty ragged. "Naegi," she moans.
"Shit man!" Mondo yells. We turn to where Fuyuhiko was once standing but he's already fled from the crime. "Maizono, I'm so sorry. I hate collateral damage so much."
"No, No Mondo it's-" Her reassurance is cut off with a cough and I look to Mondo hesitantly.
"We should get her over to Mikan. If she's bruised she may have had something with her organs, I don't know."
"Yeah," Mondo says. He hoists Sayaka in his arms and follows me to the infirmary. The walk is brisk and hopefully we haven't run into Tenko or Mahiru. Knowing them they may have called sexism or something. I knock on the infirmary door and gratefully see Mikan there. "I punched Sayaka accidentally," Mondo says before I can explain anything.
She screams loudly and is about to faint so I head over to her side and keep her steady. "Mikan we need your help to check for some bruises."
She steeled her resolve and guides Mondo to a bed to lay sayaka down. "Thanks Mondo," Sayaka coughs.
"Umm, I'm sorry, but this is going to be between me and Sayaka. It's a patient's privacy. You're welcome to come back in about an hour to an hour and a half," Mikan explains. Mondo nods his head sadly and leaves to head out.
I follow him and ask, "Where are you heading Mondo?"
"Sauna."
"We have a sauna? Oh right Monokuma mentioned something about that after that dreaded trial,"
"Heh, I'm surprised you and Maizono haven't visited it together," Mondo jokes.
"WE're uhh, we're not-"
"Call me a shipper but the two of you have been around together at least once a day," Mondo explains. "Steam helps me cool down. I just head in there with all my clothes man."
"Can I join you?"
"Heh, if you can handle the heat because I like you man, but there's no way I'm taking my clothes off. If you want to feel free but I have to warn you, I have a very limited filter."
I sigh loudly and follow Mondo into the open door of the sauna. It's a pretty large room, lined with wood, steamy, and has a knob set for control. I assume the knob is waterproof and immediately head over to it. On instinct I head to the third highest setting. "How'd you know that's how I like to warm up?"
"I didn't?" I reply confused.
"Heh, they don't call you lucky for nothing I suppose. There's towels in the drawers underneath this sauna."
I take a glance down the benches to see some doors. I touch one of them and it open, revealing a stack of at least 10 towels. Already sweating I take one and wipe it across my head. I wrap the towel around my neck as I struggle to take my sweatshirt off. "What was it that you and Fuyuhiko were arguing about?"
"I just wanted to know why he and Peko were close. The only people I see crime leaders associate are members of their gang, so I thought Peko may have been his girlfriend," Mondo chuckles. "Would you believe I ain't ever had a girlfriend?"
"Really?"
"Nope, turns out good girls hate bad boys and bad girls just want a night with them."
"I'll ...take your word for it," I say while rapidly putting on a smile. "Don't worry about it, I think Fuyuhiko is kind of a prick."
"Crime lords are pricks," Mondo sighs. The two of us spend another couple of minutes sitting in silence. I trace out the shapes in the steam as Mondo almost goes to sleep. "If you don't mind me asking," Mondo said in a quieter tone. "How are you and Sayaka?"
"Good?" I reply, confused. As soon as I speak I begin to feel exhausted and wrap another cold towel around my forehead. I'm close to taking off my shirt but hesitate, looking at Mondo and seeing that he's turning up the sauna. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason," he says simply.
I don't know how long I spend with Mondo before he speaks again but in that time I've taken off my shirt and am panting like a hog. "I thought you quit the work out program Naegi."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, you've just got a good form going."
"Oh. Mondo, if I can ask," I strain to say. "Why did you take it so personally when you hit Sayaka?"
"I don't like hitting girls," Mondo says. "I mean I'll hit them if the occasion calls for it and I need to discipline girls in the same way I discipline the guys, which is with a punch, but I felt bad for Sayaka. She's just collateral in my line of fire."
"Is that how you look at it?"
"Trust me," Mondo says sadly. "In the gang life, you see a lot of collateral damage, and well, it takes a toll. Especially since collateral is another word for innocent lives." Mondo finished leaving a damper over the two of us.
"Did you have many people close to you?"
"None closer than my bro," Mondo says sadly. He reclines slightly and closes his eyes tightly. I take a glance at the thermostat and see that it's at the highest setting. I begin wringing out my shirt and head outside of the room. I panted heavily as I finally take in the cooler air of the air conditioned hallway.
I lean against the wall and slump to the floor, a bit woozy from the head and slip on my shirt and sweatshirt. Eventually I feel well enough to stand up again but before I'm able to Mondo opens the door abruptly with a loud gasp. "Man that was good," he chuckles.
I dodge the opening door and jump up to him. "Hey Mondo I'm going to-"
He turns to me but is distracted by a loud voice. "MONDO!" Akane shouts, dressed in a skimpy suit for the sauna. "DON'T TELL ME YOU JUST SAT IN THAT WET ROOM WITHOUT ANY HEAT!"
"No Akane," Mondo chuckles brazenly. "When you're brave enough to head in with your usual attire maybe you should join me!"
"AS IF I NEED TO COVER UP THESE BABIES!" She jokingly struts her stuff and slams the door open.
"Mondo," I say quietly. He finally turns to me with a confused glance on his face. "I'm gonna check on Sayaka, do you want to join me?"
"Yeah Man," Mondo says. "Hope that she's really alright after that."
The walk to the infirmary is uneventful and quite boring. As we turn into the infirmary, thankfully it is just Mikan and Sayaka resting on the bed. "Oh Hi Makoto," Sayaka says quietly. "Mikan says that I'm pretty good and my voice isn't bad at all!"
"Well that's good to hear," I say reassuringly. "Did Tenko or Mahiru come over?"
"Nope," Mikan chimes in. "Even if they came in here I would have known better not to tell them that she got punched. Or would I have had to tell them? I'm sorry if I was supposed to but the opportunity never arose and-"
"It's okay Mikan," Mondo says gruffly. "I'm really sorry about what happened Sayaka. I never have the best control over my emotions so unfortunately you were on the end of it."
"It's not like I'm gonna kill you or anything," Sayaka says way too nonchalantly. I turn to her with a look of fear as she covers her mouth and giggles. As we finish up in the infirmary Sayaka and I split from Mondo and Mikan, the two lost in thought.
"I think I'm heading to my room for a break," Sayaka says.
"As am I," I reply loudly. "I'll see you around."
"Oh, wait, are you sure not much happened?" Sayaka asks.
"No?"
"Well, you're sweating like a dog and panting like one too. And I can smell sweat over you. It's gross but if anyone works hard it's you."
"Thanks Sayaka."
"No problem."
Dining Hall 1:04 PM
Ichiro POV
I wouldn't call my day so far pleasant nor would I call it unpleasant, it was quite honestly as pleasant as our situation could be at this point and time. I was about to leave towards the hallway from the dining hall where I stayed to help Kirumi with cleaning up for the morning. I was about to leave when I noticed Sayaka drag Makoto away from Shuichi who seemed to be enthralled in his book. I couldn't help but chuckle at the situation because Makoto seemed to pretend like he would rather not go to where Sayaka was going even though he had a wide grin on his face, all the while Shuichi barely looked up from his book even giving Makoto a small wave as he left while still looking at the book.
'But then I realized that we don't have a library so how did he get a book.' I thought to myself. 'Probably one of Monokuma's gifts' continued thinking to myself. I decided to walk up to the black capped teen deciding that I should probably get to know him better because he has been rather secluded aside from hanging with Kaede and at times Kaito. I walked my way and took a seat next to Shuichi who didn't even look up from his book.
"Shuichi what's up," I asked trying to be pleasant.
"Hmm, oh hi Ichiro," He said not even looking up from his book.
"So, what's in the book," I asked trying to start a conversation.
"Nothing of too much importance, just some book I got from Monokuma," He responded as he turned the page to his book.
"Well it's gotta be something important because you haven't looked up from it since breakfast ended and that was almost over three hours ago," I responded.
"I guess I've just been reading through it for any clues on this place, and it's got stuff that could help in future cases if more occur," Shuichi mused as he finally put his book down deciding that he may as well entertain the idea of speaking with me.
"Find anything of note in there," I asked,
"On the school nothing that immediately helps us but the cases all seem to be connected, it's like something is itching in my brain but it just won't come to me. It isn't a pleasant feeling to say the least," Shuichi explained to me.
"I not the feeling but what do you mean by connected," I asked trying to get a more clear answer from him.
"Like clearly some of these cases are connected in the fact that the same person caused some of theses murders like Genocider Syo, or the Relic murders where the modus operandi is the same but, there is just this nagging feeling that those serial killers are connected because of one case in particular," Shuichi explained,
"What do you mean one case, like its a case that shouldn't belong," I asked,
"You would be right, although the name of the victim and killer are blacked out like most of the other cases, the picture clearly shows a girl in a Hope's Peak uniform," Shuchi explained "The difference is, well that it is a stand alone murder in the fact that there are no other murders like it," Shuichi went on.
"That would be cause for suspicion, but what conclusion could you come up with from just that. Are you saying that those serial killers are somehow connected to this game in some way," I asked catching on now.
"I think it's a possibility that they are behind this, but it doesn't fit their M.O. but I'm not entirely sure I'm still technically an apprentice so I was planning on asking Kirigiri for her opinion on this matter," Shuichi explained,
"It's a wild theory that's for sure, hopefully you'll get to the bottom of this, he gave everyone gifts based on their talents maybe he gave you something to solve," I wondered.
"It is definitely possible that this may be true but before I head out I do have to ask, in the trial and even before it you seemed rather well competent and understood everything and you even put the final nail in the coffin against Hiyoko, so how did you acquire those skills because I doubt that they came naturally," Shuichi inquired,
"I was really into detective shows and crime shows as a kid so I guess it just sort of naturally because I learned all of that as a kid I guess," I answered chuckling slightly.
"Well keep up the good work, I have a feeling that you'll be needed again and especially with how well built you are, I doubt that most people would try anything on you," Shuichi said as he got up and left for Kirigiri's dorm with his book in hand.
"Alright see ya around Shuichi," I replied smiling.
Dining Hall 2:56 PM
Ryoko POV
I had just finished my continued arcade escapade for the box of photos that have eluded me so far, but I will get them eventually especially with Nekomaru helping me now I'll get there in no time. I was making my way to the dining hall for a pre-dinner snack sense I was pretty hungry and didn't want to wait any longer for dinner. I walked through the doors that led into the dining hall. There weren't too many people there Kirumi was there setting things up alongside shockingly Kokichi was helping her as well. There were a few other people sitting at different tables doing whatever, Toko was at one writing, while Rantaro and Sonia were at another table talking with what seemed to be tea as their drink of choice. I decided that I didn't want to hurt into their conversation so I just grabbed an apple out of the kitchen and sat next to Toko and decided that I should probably get to know her better.
"Hey Toko what's up," I said, startling her as I sat down across from her.
"W-What do you want," She asked clearly not used to someone actually wanting to talk to her.
"I just wanted to see what you were writing here," I asked smiling hoping to get an answer out of the reserved writer.
"I was writing my ideas down for a romance novel that I wanted to write," Clearly excited that someone was actually taking an interest in her work.
"Really what is it about," I asked curious on what the story was.
"W-well I was going to make it in my self and my white knight b-but I was thinking if you were willing, I would want you to be the star in an athletic romance novel," She explained,
"That would be so cool, I would love to be apart of it," I replied excited to be the main character in a book. Clearly taken aback by the answer she took a moment to regather herself before continuing.
"B-but the problem is that I-I don't know your backstory," She explained, unsure whether this would be ok.
"It depends on what you need," I replied in suspicion unsure on what she needed.
"I-I wanted to know if you had a tragic story o-or something personal that y-you would be willing to disclose," Toko asked, hoping to again receive a positive answer in return.
"I'll pass on that thank you," I replied slightly annoyed with the question.
"B-but I need inspiration or something to work with in o-order to write the story," She explained trying to reason with me.
"Can't you make something up, I mean you are a writer not a historian," I argued attempting to reason with her.
"Y-yes that is true b-but I like to have something r-realistic to work off of," She explained,
"Like hell I'm telling you anything about my par…" Realizing that I messed up I quickly caught myself before continuing on, "Fine I won't tell you my "tragic backstory" but I'll tell you about my role model if that helps," I conceded,
"I-I think it would," She said,
"My uncle was a former olympic track star, but at around the age of twenty-four he was in a freak car accident which led to a broken leg among other serious injuries. That crash forced him to retire in his prime and he would go on to become a high school track and field coach. When I came around I became interested in Track and Field so he began to coach me and teach me everything he knew about the sport so I could become the best. With a lot of training I was able to become the best in my sport. I beat many records and my uncle was beside me every step of the way he even got my stubborn ass to agree on coming here but, I mean look where that got me," I explained in detail although leaving out certain key details about my past that I would rather keep close to my chest.
"T-that should be enough t-thank you for telling me,"Toko smiled and began taking more notes.
"No problem and I'm sorry for getting mad and, when you finish I'll be happy to read it with you," I said getting up from my seat to return to the arcade for another hour in hopes of securing the prize that I seek.
Makoto's Dorm 3:58PM
Makoto POV
I wake up from my small nap and stretch quietly. I roll out of bed and slip on my hoodie and a pair of sneakers before stretching for the rest of the day. I walk out with several others and find a package directly in front of my door. Confused, I turn around to see Kiyotaka around the halls. "MAKOTO NAEGI!" he shouts. "For the security and safety of all of us can I ask you what's in your package?"
Ever more confused I open up the package to find a little bingo set. "Bingo?" I asked confused because unlike everyone else I had gotten my gift late guess my stupid luck was at play again.
"Doesn't look like a threat," Taka says. "I'm leading our fellow students in putting our presents into one of the clean classrooms. Do you wish to partake?"
"I don't see any harm in doing so," I say passively. Kiyotaka leads me down to the classroom past the gyms and AV room. I pry open the door and set my bingo set on an unoccupied desk. "I'll open it but I'll just leave it here."
"It is your present but a lot of these things are unpredictable," Taka explains. "I received a power bank but I don't know how well that would work. So far you, Togami, Toko, Shuichi, Sayaka, Ichiro, Mahiru, and five others who are slipping my mind have agreed with me.I will leave you to your possessions."
I take a seat next to the bingo set and slowly open the box. As I do, all the balls roll out over the floor. "Careful Naegi," a familiar pretentious voice says carelessly. "We have too many klutzes in this hall and I do not want you to join them whatsoever."
With a sigh I go on my hands and knees to collect the balls. "What was your present, if you don't mind me asking Togami?" I ask as I hold O71 in my hands.
"If you ask me questions like that again I will not answer it in that method," Togami sneered. "But it is just a harmless question. I'm currently comparing these five novel series on the history and academics and industries of Hope's Peak Academy against my own personal knowledge. Unfortunately they seem to have gotten even the most elementary of dates wrong," he bemoans.
Not knowing what to say, I finish collecting the balls and dump them into a mechanism included with the Bingo set. Not knowing what to do, I just roll the mechanism and sort out the five hundred disposable cards included. "Cease that infernal monotonous and repetitive racket if you please," Togami says snootily as ever.
A frown manifests on my face as I do little but recline on the desk. "Togami is there anyway I can just read one of the series that you don't like?"
He scoffs and holds out a book. As I begin to walk over to him as he sneers, "Don't make me wait forever."
Taken aback I rush forward and grab his book. It's titled "Finances and fundraising of Hope's Peak High."
I slump back to my desk and hold the book open on the desk. To my general dismay a lot of the book is just blacked out and replaced with meaningless filer words. To the best of my ability I try to look through the blackened text to no avail.
Finally i flip through the last page and find a piece of blackened text that is actually legible. "Funding for the blacked out project was mainly brought about with the tuition of lesser, main development students. These students have a less stringent class alongside a lower priority in attention rates. As it has been lately these undeserving students have opted to rebel against their much more talented and more valuable compatriots. The security of Hope's Peak high is sure to quash any future rebellions."
Confused I rifle through the rest of the book but no information is available. There are a couple of nondescript and blurred charts strewn further about but nothing else catches my interest. I grab the book and turn it into Togami as he seems to roll his eyes at all my movements. The room is only filled with the sounds of his book fluttering. "Naegi," he says disdainfully. "Take this one too. There's pictures for a simple mind like you."
I open the book to find that yes, there are pictures, and blueprints, and what looks to be schematics belonging to a...some kind of blacked out project. It looks like some kind of drill and video machine at the same time. I try my best to find the page it's further detailed on but to my future dismay most of the pages are simply black pages. I'm about to close the book when a splash of color appears.
Upon further examination the color is actually a small candid photo. Teruteru and Hiyoko have similar smiling faces on them as they whisk away at differently colored bowls of flour and food in what looks to be the main kitchen. "Hey Togami," I say, walking over to him.
He tosses his head back melodramatically and looks at me with the same neutral guess on his face. "Look Naegi, what you are telling me had better be important."
"Well I don't know if you deem this important but this photo that Mahiru took was wedged in your book," I say quietly.
Togami scrutinizes the photo as I hand it over to him intently. His glasses shine as he maneuvers the photo in different lights. "This is a Mahiru photo but this seems off," Togami says. "Why is Hiyoko wearing one of Miss Tojo's gloves?"
I take a closer look at the photo and see that yes, Kirumi's black gloves are on Hiyoko's hand. What's more is that I see what looks to be Kaito's jacket fluttering in the kitchen. "This is odd, there's some writing on the glove too."
Hope's Peak Class 79
"The writing for that sexual deviant isn't seventy-nine though," Togami notes. Though most of the words are covered on Teruteru's apron the number seems to cut off just enough to make out a pair of 7's. "I will have to scrutinize this further. I will take this for-"
The door flung open and a nervous wreck of a writer flies in. "M-Mister Togami, Master Byakuya, Taka said, loud heathen he is, that you would be in this plain room. It's so unlike you but ...I just had to see…"
"Ah, here I am," Togami says in a deadpan. He turns to me with a low voice and folds the photo before palming it in my hands. "It may be safer with you Mister Naegi."
"Yes Togami," I say. "I'll meet you-"
"When I tell you that I will meet you," he says bluntly. Toko drops her present, what looks to be a little sewing kit with half a pair of scissors on the top, onto a desk and continues to talk to Togami.
Ever more confused I head out the door and make my way to the cafeteria. I wonder if-
"Hey Naegi!" Yasuhiro Hagakure says as he storms down the hall. "I'm gonna set down my little playing card deck and we'll head off to an early dinner together, how about that?"
"Sure," I say kindly, tucking the photo deep in my pockets. I'll come back to it later.
Dining Hall 5:07 P.M.
Ichiro's POV
I was walking into dinner a little late but, there were still a good amount of seats available. Sense most of my friends had no open seating near them I decided to sit with Ryoma sense we were sort of close, especially after the recent events that had just transpired. I pulled up a chair next to Ryoma towards the end of the table where Ryoma usually always sat because he was so secluded.
"Hey Ryoma, what's up," I said trying to strike up a conversation with the self proclaimed "former tennis star".
"Sup kid," He said staring off towards the dining hall door.
"You still thinking about what happened," I realized more quietly this time.
"Yeah kid, just think...if we were there earlier we could have stopped this," he solemly mused.
"I can't help but to agree with you on that, but we can't dwell on that. Teruteru was planning on going through with his plan no matter what. Sadly it was Hiyoko who had to pay the price," I spoke, regretfully thinking about what could have been done.
"I have to say kid even with all the shit that went down, you handled yourself well. You may be what keeps us alive during these trials because I doubt anyone will try anything on you kid, unlike myself," Ryoma mused.
"So I've been told," I murmured. "But don't say that about yourself I'm sure you'll make it out of this hell hole just you watch," I said, smiling and clapping Ryoma on the back. "So how did you become the Ultimate Tennis Pro, if you don't mind me asking," I asked attempting to change the subject.
"I worked my ass off kid," he started promptly. "I worked to become fast and nimble on the court so no one would be able to get a ball past me. I worked on how to hit the ball at a precise angle from every spot on the court imaginable so my opponent could never hit the ball," he explained with a long gone passion.
"I know the feeling," I empathized. "I worked tirelessly to perfect every position on the football field so when needed I would be able to perform to perfection anywhere on the field. But, I never liked the glamour positions. I mean yeah, I was good at them, but I always like the offensive line-less attention and less people trying to take advantage of your popularity, but even still I had to be able to play the glamour positions even if I hated them," I explained. To my shock the diminutive pro was now fully paying attention to the conversation.
"Forgive me for not knowing a lot about your talent," Ryoma started. "But I do know a good person when I see one and you're one of those people, Ichiro. I may not be able to live up to your standards but maybe some of the others here will," he said whilst cracking a rare smile.
"What do you mean never live up to my standards, I'm not all that," I replied confused.
"I used to have it all then I had to go and, well, fuck it up," Ryoma said.
"What do you mean?" I asked,
"I was world famous in middle school to the point of playing international matches against other pros. After a time I started to receive letters to play in some underground matches for the mafia. I initially refused the invitations, but they just kept coming so I accepted one. It was the biggest mistake of my life, I don't want to drag on about my life story because of how dark and horrible it is but, it ain't pretty kid," Ryoma finished.
"I won't press but, maybe getting it off your chest may be a good thing for you to do at some point," I suggested.
"Maybe I will kid," Ryoma responded before going silent once more.
Kirumi at around this moment brought dinner out for the whole group which had finally arrived after Hiro decided to finally make an appearance. Everyone began to dig into the beef stew cooked to perfection thanks to the help of both Taka and Kaede who decided to help today.
Dinner came and went as per usual with Taka once again attempting to give an uplifting speech that now seems to fall on death's ears as everyone was beginning to lose faith in the ability to escape these horrid conditions. Idle chit chat was made between the groups before everyone began to leave for their dorms. After about half of our number had left I decided it was time to take my leave as well.
I waved goodbye to Ryoma who I believed to be heading to his dorm soon as well, since it was almost ten at this point. I walked to my room and crashed onto my bed not even considering to change into my normal sleep clothing. I almost instantly passed out due to just how tired I was. There was something about this place that seemed to have a massively draining presence for all of us. But I was almost instantaneously into my dreams.
Like the times before it seemed as if my dreams were memories and, they seem to be showing them in a sequence of sorts, possibly in the order from when I first got here to how I got into this mess. This time however it seemed we were in some sort of classroom. Myself and, Ryoko were there along with some of the other athletes in the group. It seemed as if we were being informed of something because there was a diagram of sorts on the chalkboard. All of the usual suspects were there along with myself and Ryoko, there were, Nekomaru, Akane, even Peko and for some reason Maki which was odd. Also there were Leon, Hina, Sakura, Mondo, Kaito, Tenko, and again another odd one in Rantaro, Ryoma, and lastly Gonta. The teacher was a big burly man with ruffled black hair and a giant black overcoat and fur hood. He seemed to be directing us through what this diagram was about but, I couldn't gather too much information on it before I was once again woken up by Monokuma.
"Up and at em kiddies let's get this day a moving because one of you sure has," Monokuma spoke ominously.
"Dreams are too short," I grumbled, I decided to just go straight to breakfast since I was hungry and didn't feel like waiting, along the way I ran into Peko and Sakura who were both talking about things just outside the girl's dorm hallway. I waved to them which Sakura returned the gesture while Peko didn't. I arrived and sat myself down in the first chair I saw and ate the pancakes that lay before me. Kirumi smiled as she watched me devour them. After about an hour everyone had arrived and began eating breakfast before Mahiru spoke up.
"H-hey guys where's Ibuki," She asked nervously,
"Yeah, she's usually here by now, you think she's ok," Asked Aoi glancing around,
"I'm sure she's fine probably overslept or something," Mondo guessed,
"You sure have confidence in everyone here Mondo, are you sure that after what happened just two nights ago won't happen again," Celeste spoke causing a wave of doubt to fall upon the group.
"Since I finished my breakfast already I'll go check on her," I volunteered,
"I'll come with," Mahiru said, as she got up with me.
"I may as well go to I guess, I just want to make sure she's ok," Kaede said getting up from her seat and following Mahiru and I out of the dining hall. We walked down the massive hallway before taking a right towards the girls dorms and walking down the hall to Ibuki's dorm. We knocked on the door but got no answer. I decided to see if the door was unlocked which weirdly it was, we walked in and we found a gory sight. Ibuki Mioda was dead laying on her stomach with a huge pool of blood surrounding her and a massive stab wound in her back.
"Well kiddies it seems a body has been discovered your investigation time begins now," Monokuma announced without any care in the world.
Well another chapter in the books and it seems Ibuki is dead. Who did it guess in the reveiws, Myself and Hopps are starting school again so uploads will definitley be really slow and for those that read KHS that read this story it will now be more of a passion prject for when I have free time or I'm waiting for Hopps to finish his parts of chapters if I've finished mine anyway hope you enjoyed.
Hopps Comment:
...you know this is what I get for not getting the death order...I have to see one of my 3 favorite DR characters die! Again! And just when Lindsay got eliminated too!
Trygve11 Comment
You could have asked for it
Hopps Comment:
Excuse me for wanting to help you out but wanting to maintain author secrecy…
RIP Ibuki I guess, and for that matter I hope Lindsay's having fun at the Playa.