Enter the Game

Author's notes: Hello and welcome all, to Enter the Game and I am officially enjoying the summer wind which is breezing outside my window. It's been fun to enjoy the game series and I want to put this up as a tribute like I have the others…though I am putting my ideas on suicide watch, there are too many novels to think about I have to write.

Disclaimer: Spike Churnsoft, churn out number 3 already…you're making my nerves twitch.

"You want…to be involved in the game?" Ikusaba repeated the words to herself slowly as her mind began to stop thinking properly while her captive still exhausted and numb from his unexplained circumstances began to lean his head back looking at her as though she was not making any sense to him while he took the time to open his slightly parched mouth feeling a small raw feeling itch the back of his throat. "Yes, Despair inducing game, Mutual Killing, whatever it is…I want in on it, and I want you to get me in."

"…You must be out of your mind." Ikusaba reasoned as the teen rose a brow. "Oh? Am I supposed to think that the Ultimate Soldier is not out of her mind for following her sister's leash?" The knife found its way back to his stomach causing the man to smile inwardly while hiding his fear behind the wall of indifference he had built up over the years of experience in the streets.

"I see, you are rather protective of your sister even when she isn't kind towards you and thinks rather lowly of you yet you stick by her out of familial love or just blind loyalty for the only chosen master that you decided to follow without much will?" The man's words were edge deep into her skin and her patience, the soldier was already reaffirming the decision to just kill him if she had the choice…but Junko's orders were clear to find him and bind him if possible. The man seemed to sense some indecision now that he was being cornered, the loss of emotion made it almost impossible to read her body language and her face which were hidden behind the emotionless wall she had put on herself from experience as a hardened veteran.

However, despite her loss of emotions, her actions said otherwise. Taking a guess, the teen decided to steer the topic towards the next thing relatable to her that wouldn't result in him being stabbed. "Even now you follow orders, did Junko tell you to just find me?"

"!"

"I see…so that's what she just said then, find him? No other orders until further notice, no orders of binding me aside from something like don't let him leave the building or just to locate me and corner me here, making things so hard to distinguish?" Seeing Mukuro's hesitation in her knife arm, the teen began to throw his head back in a small chuckle, lifting his hand numbly up towards the ceiling where a shattered light was scratching his head soon after for debris. "I knew it."

"She didn't say I couldn't hurt you a little." Ikusaba broke the chokehold before the teen nodded wryly aware that there would be some kind of loophole to that order however he felt that despite that confident statement it sounded a bit too hollow, his head tilting to show his dirtied face with specks of plaster. "Will you take the chance?" He indicated with his head watching her expressionless face lower for a second as he gifted her with his hands and wrists, the gesture surprising the soldier as he decided to clarify it for her simplistic mind hiding the annoyance that he held in his tone as he recalled what he had read on her personality in the official book and other sources. "Go on, I think it's time I made the decision for you if you're going to be so inconsistent with what you want to do…bind me and call Junko, let me talk to her."

Later

Ikusaba Mukuro was confused.

Confused, actually wasn't even the right word to describe her situation right now as she watched the back of the man who was sitting in the classroom a few feet from her with a restraint holding his hands together, head bowed as he awaited her move clearly not willing to go anywhere as the Ultimate Soldier flicked open a transmitter and was waiting for the long awaited reply from her sister, the Monokuma bear that had helped her bust down the door was probably out there in the streets doing their best to destroy the rest of the city…it was a warzone with chaos and people going out for themselves, she doubted the authority could even start to fight back effectively now due to the shock they were experiencing from the slow descent. Why was she confused? The answer should be the most obvious one in red who had just spewed a collection of the most unexpected sentences that she could not anticipate from a single man who she just met, the last words was still sticking to her mind as she glanced in the direction of the man who shifted his weight on the desk seemingly unawares of her constant vigilance around his presence.

I want in.

"…"

He was unusually silent, wringing his hands while he whistled a happy tune to himself to fill in the gap of the silence, the transmitter's call being the only sound that was resounding through the room just as a loud click was heard Mukuro already bringing her mouth to the receiver in response to the static that just greeted her ears. "…Hello?"

"Just how long are you frikking going to waste time chasing the intruder? Did you even catch him yet?!" Mukuro placed the transmitter away from her ear as she heard the familiar shrieking that was originating from her sister, the soldier picking her ear which was a small gesture she rarely did in front of her sister unless it was over a connection or privately whenever she screamed which in her case, was a very often scenario. Sighing softly to not earn wrath from her, Mukuro monotonously spoke back into the receiver with her blank eyes giving a watchful gaze over the prisoner who had spun around to face the transmitter when he heard Junko's voice, his eyes neutral but had a small gleam of excitement to them which the soldier could not understand. "I did, he's here in custody tied up."

"Oh for the love of…Mukuro, do you even know what I meant when I said find him? I meant you to KILL THE BASTARD, YOU STUPID….URGGH!" Junko screeched as angrily as she could over the communication line as Mukuro felt herself shrink back a little at her sister's actions, the girl feeling sorry for her defiance of her orders. The subtle bow of her head was enough for the male to jump into action, his expression hardening as he raised his voice loud enough for the transmitter to hear what he had in mind to say the iron clad cuffs clinking to his hands. "Hey, sister of Mukuro…ever heard of keeping your humongous tits stuffed into your shirt, cause you do look very unappealing to me, wear a bunch of bindings to keep yourself from falling over."

"Oh, is that the prisoner I just heard? How determined and confident…is he breakable though? Or is he spilling all of it out just to rattle me?" The woman said rhetorically as the male kept silent, being the best situation despite his wagging tongue willing to lock heads with the psycho while he heard a silent laugh from Junko's disembodied voice, Mukuro meanwhile already had her gun trained on him the moment he made fun of her sister's appearance the man giving her an unsympathetic look to her cause of anger, at this point the teen's actions didn't even faze him in the slightest turning his head aside. "So predictable, Mukuro…defending the maniac."

"You're pushing your luck, I am already reconsidering my option to let you live," Mukuro retorted as she prepared to shoot him however the action was suddenly cut in by the voice of Junko who was now listening to the conversation intrigued by the man who dared to stand up to both her and insult Mukuro's defense for her…indeed she could tell from the voice that it was so high and mighty, confident like a lion baring its teeth and fangs ready to pounce just from the scathing yet useless remarks he had bene shooting for the last few seconds, however something in that voice grated against her nerves so much that she didn't want to kill him so easily. Clenching her hand into a fist, she was silently thinking of the display of bravado as if she had known where it was from...but she did know, she recalled a certain incident with a certain schoolmaster which brought a dark glare to Junko's face in the control room her cunning mind beginning to think on its own.

Hope. The man's voice was filled with both pride and a lot of goddamn hope in it, she didn't know how but on the other hand she was finding herself growing increasingly disgusted and hatred rooted in her was starting to gnaw at her instincts, some of them calling for his immediate execution. Oh how it would be so easy to just lift up the transmitter and give Mukuro the order to fire upon the intruder and save her a massive headache thanks to his words, yet somewhere in the depths of her own scheming mind that scenario was deemed boring and too mundane for an ending. Where was the fun in just letting this once in a lifetime person filled with pride and such disgusting pile of hope walk away with death? It was too easy, too straightforward…not to her liking, so what would that mean for her if she was so boring, was she boring too? No, she was going to be better than that, and she knew how to wipe that all away.

"Wait." Junko ordered as the male saw Mukuro relax her shoulders from doing whatever she was planning to do in response to the added insult and injury which the man was inflicting, her voice sneering with thinly veiled venom giving the man time to sigh in a mix of relief and something else.

"Finally, balloon tits is thinking about something for once when she knows something better for her prisoner," the male teen poked more as a warning shot hit the desk behind him causing him to laugh at Mukuro's attempt to shut him up without killing him, her sister's words becoming law as her hand lowered the gun fighting down her instincts to just outright kill this man for all the insults he had been piling up in this short duration of time. "So what is it, you the mastermind of this shing dig Junko?" Junko could be heard laughing at his question, the woman retorting back at his neutral expression the true mastermind giggling at his demand like it was a useless question, replying in a darker tone than before to the captive. "You must be the piece of utter hopeful shit that thinks he is some kind of tough cookie to hide your fear."

"Hopeful? I am more like doubtful that your ideals are even worth understanding, I can see the appeal but they aren't that great," Junko felt her brow twitch a little at his words casually thrown as if he thought this was just a game, like her purpose was a simple game that could be discarded as she nearly stopped herself from throwing an absolute fit and offing him right then and now. "Really, well how about I just give you a fate worse than death…watching the despair of everyone else as they come to save you only to fail, tell me…do you have any parents?"

"Dead, if that's what you're asking. Friends should be dead in this chaos, and also…what kind of a name is Junko. What, you thought yourself as junk so you added an 'o' to make it cool?"

"…" That's it, he was definitely going to be on the top of her shit list now for that petty insult to her, Mukuro clenching her fist as her patience was running on thin ice while the male leaned back eyeing the ceiling uncaring for their reactions though the fear of him dying was starting to become a little more prevalent against his mind. "So, I want to just discuss your little plan of Ultimate Despair." The words struck Junko who woke from her angry stupor of wishing death on the man, her mouth catching in her throat as she made out his words through the transmitter deathly silence falling over the classroom for a few seconds before Junko began to laugh devilishly the man putting on his best stern face to show to Mukuro.

"Hahahah, you know about my game do you? Tell me, how did you manage to cross over that information anyhow?" The teen glanced at Mukuro before he went back to the receiver his voice neutral and consistent to prevent any indication of fear or panic as he blatantly lied. "Jin Kirigiri, he told me when you would try something funny the moment you let your guard down…I was upset that it was a little late that he discovered how deep the game went before his…termination. The information of the game came to my ears when I overheard conversations about the council members being trapped and figured out the rest." Hearing Junko pause, the teen waited patiently while Mukuro had her eyes trained on him the teen looking away as he waited for Junko to continue her short interrogation...not that it would change the outcome, he carefully considered. Chances are she may have found his earlier display interesting enough that she might have raised the possibility of him entering the game for additional torture or just because she just happened to need another pawn for her manipulations, after all if there was anything he could guess it was that Junko Enoshima was a person who had a higher understanding of despair and her mind was a maze of twists and turns with few solid facts...little did she know she was providing him a window into the game, so that perhaps he could change it on the inside but that was in hindsight, during that moment in his life he was already planning with limited moves on how to survive when he heard this was Hope's Peak with the Academy being overrun.

"And what did you intend to do about it when you found out?"

"Seriously, you're asking me such a question? Fine…I'll talk. The initial reaction was of course to say something but I couldn't risk it due to the chaos stirring outside cutting off help, and then something hit me on the way out. What use was there? Then in a fit of some despair I came back to be assaulted by your dear sister."

"And that has to do something with me because…?"

"I want to join the game, I see no other route out and I am self-persevering like that," the teen nonchalantly shrugged through his next lie as Junko could have almost sworn the man was being a bit too self-assured of himself as she slyly replied careful not to accept such a gift horse in the mouth so much immediately even though she knew her answer to taking him in, the mastermind speaking again with a more serious tone in hopes of finding more information that this man would know. "And why would I even want to consider letting an ant like you get in? I should get Mukuro to kill you instead…you're worthless to me." The man simply countered without so much of hesitation as he glanced at Mukuro who caught his facial expression cues. "Is that right? Go on then, Ikusaba Mukuro, tell her what you saw with your eyes."

"His blood is red."

"…are you seriously fucking KIDDING ME, SIS! ALL BLOOD IS FUCKING PINK, ARE YOU THIS FUKING GULLIBLE?!" Mukuro felt the urge to almost slap herself for saying such a ridiculous notion but she had witnessed the episode since she was the person who shot at his cheek leading to said blood being on her fingers as she took a closer look expecting the color to be the trick of the light, but there it was clear as day…crimson red, like that of an apple in full ripe red. Much as she wanted to debate her limited knowledge of science, there was a general feeling as well as past experience on the battlefield that blood coloring never mattered to her until seeing a man who bled red…she believed the term from one of her comrades in a drunken stupor called such a similar situation, 'blowing his mind'. However to be honest, she did not give a care about color…a threat to her sister or her, however perceived or true, had to be dealt with effectively or a large factor of unknown would be left in limbo.

"Blood color isn't important, I just want to get into the game Junko and that's about it. Call me an addition to your crew or victims… whatever your scrawny bimbo ass decides to call to make you sleep at night, I am just hoping to get in." There he went again, his insistence on joining the game that Junko had set up…if anything else Mukuro would have found it suspicious by now to ask for such a request but before she could open her mouth Junko was already a step ahead by speaking into the transmitter.

"…Fine."

"Good." The male teen spoke just as Junko gave orders to her sister to take him upstairs, the soldier unable to believe that her sister would even go through with all this but the orders of her sister took priority as she grabbed the man's wrist chains pushing him forwards out of the doors as he glanced at the empty clean hallway with a raised brow. "So what happens to me do I get to meet Junko face to face now-urrk." The man didn't manage to finish as a syringe filled with strange fluid entered his system, the man instinctively clawing the IPV of Mukuro seeing his vision slowly enter a black space as the world began to spin around him, the last thing he heard was the laughter of a robotic bear. When the man had collapsed on the floor, Mukuro retrieved the syringe and picked up his body slinging it over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs, a small Monokuma bear following behind her all the while watching and smiling widely.

Later, unknown

Junko to say the least, wasn't too angry but she too was surprised by the turn of events that have occurred with her plan of Ultimate world inducing despair becoming a near fruition and success, the fear and panic that she had received during the last few months since their plan had first started as a small insignificant scab to a worldwide phenomenon was keeping her satisfied and drunk on the feeling. But just when she thought things wouldn't get crazier, Mukuro suddenly brought news to her regarding a captive who wanted to be involved in the game of mutual killing out of active participation…while the thought of hearing this person scream in terror while she dished out a slow and torturous punishment for his words was the best option to see some despair to overload her quota, she had given the willing member a chance to prove himself. Mukuro would be bringing him over, and she would see for herself how this man was and whether he would earn a use as entertainment in a punishment test run or perhaps even a willing pawn? The reasons were endless but there was one thing certain for the High School Model…if there was going to be despair made, she wouldn't turn a face away. That was what she thought just as the door opened alerting the girl to the entrance where she cast her eyes on the familiar sight of her sister and her boorish haircut, the girl holding onto a stash of weapons on her back while carrying a small skinny form in her arms as Junko took a closer look.

The mastermind of the killing arena watched Mukuro dumping his body on the black leathered couch in the room, the man's sleeping form from the small dose of liquid knockout formula working through his system for another few hours the only thing allowing him to sleep so deeply while two teenage girls towered over him looking at his peaceful face. Junko huffed, folding her arms as she recalled the number of insults that he just laid on her before however her attempts to see a face like that smirking in triumph while trying to get on her nerves was a very hard image to conjure while Mukuro noticed her sister going into an immediate thinking pose, the siblings enjoying the pregnant silence watching their newest victim snore away in quiet dreams.

"Mukuro," Junko spoke first as she glared intensely at the soldier who acknowledged her presence with a nod of her head, "this is the man who was telling me that I was dressing like some skank and a whore?"

"I wouldn't presume to know, but I think so." Mukuro stated plainly while Junko began to laugh, her own emotions felt a wrench in her heart feeling the despair that was coming from the bunch of insults begin to make her amused, the teen girl with pink fluffy twin tails starting to shiver in some excitement as she recalled the amicable tone he had used with her throwing his insults as best he could even with death staring at him in the face…that alone did leave an impression on her if not slightly about his use as a pawn of despair. However as she saw his body her mind was beginning to think differently when she ran a small analysis on the man's body structure, Junko shoving her sister aside who simply like the coward she was took the push like it was something normal to accept about pissing the model off but her interest in her willing participant was at the forefront of her concentration. "Let me seeeee…." Without any warning, Junko used one of her hands to run down the teen's smooth face while another traced his chest sneaking underneath his shirt to feel the bare skin causing the teen male to shift his head his sleeping face making Junko feel uncomfortable as she retracted the hand on his face before moving to the buckles of his pants.

"Junko, what are you doing?"

"Stop spoiling the mood, can't you see I'm checking him for any sort of weapons?" Junko spoke as she undid the belt, Mukuro feeling a sense that her sister was just ready to lie as the girl decided to cut in confused by what her sister was trying to get at. "But I told you before we left the classroom that I checked him for-"

"Shut up and leave if you don't want to watch! God, aren't you supposed to be dressed up and prepared for your star role?" Junko shot a damning eye shouting at Mukuro forcing her to shut up in a rare timid response to Junko's demands which to Junko was quite a normal reaction. Grunting, Junko devilishly reached for the button holding the pants however her plans were thwarted as the man moved to curl up his legs as if responding to the girl's pervasive touches as Mukuro decided to speak up again breaking up Junko's attempt to assault him again. "Sister what do you want to do with him?"

"Nothing that concerns you yet…but, this gives me an idea." Junko spat out the words before a thought came to her mind as she moved towards the desk where she had taken up residence as part of the plan, moving a small box out from a small compartment hidden near the bookcase and placing it near the knocked out teen as she rummaged through the contents bringing out yet another small syringe filled with a strange red liquid. Looking towards the unconscious teen, Junko began to smile in glee as she watched him sneering over his calm face as she brought the syringe to bear on the nape of his neck as the tip of the needle entered his skin her thumb pushing the injector seeing the ominous colored liquid entering the system of the knocked out man. "Just something that a special person prepared, one idea before the main event for the smug faced bastard, upupupupu…"

Prologue end

Chapter One: Introducing the late entry to Despair Academy

Gym

"The catch of your stay in this wonderful location is that in order to advance and truly enjoy the full features we have to provide for all our new students are one teensy tiny condition: you guys have to kill each other in order to graduate!" The collective mixture of emotions were seen on each and every student in the gym, fifteen voices beginning to murmur among themselves as soon as the black and white bear spoke with utter glee two red radiating blushes on its metallic cheeks prompting a student wearing a biker gang coat with a sharp pointed pompadour haircut to jab his finger at the robot which had descended down onto the gym floor from the stage in a flip confident in its stride while the teen raved.

"Hey, what kind of sick joke are you even trying to frikking pull with us here? Us, kill one another? That's insane!" The student was backed by a blue-haired girl who was at the back timidly hiding while she spoke in disbelief at what she had to hear, her knees quivering in fear while a brown haired boy dressed in a jacket and hoodie combination stood helpless as soon as he heard the news feeling a chill run down his spine while the other students were each saying their protests or indifference towards this turn of events. This boy, called Makoto Naegi felt like his world was going out of control as he stepped back unconsciously in terror at the declaration of the small bear who was dancing a little while chuckling to itself, the boy unable to process what was going on. Where could he start? Where did it begin?

To be honest until this point, Makoto Naegi was a confused boy who felt like he had entered the wrong place at the wrong time. He recalled how his morning began on the first day of school, his rush to the school called Hope's Peak Academy which was his new facility ever since he drew out the lottery to go into the place as the entitled "Luckster" even though he protested that it was a horrible title to give him due to his average grades and life. But he promised himself he would find friends and he wanted to make use of the opportunity in life he had been given in one of the most famous schools in Japan, his parents and sibling cheering him onward. He remembered how he entered the building in a rush looking for the entrance hall before it all became black because he felt giddy and collapsed, finding himself in an abandoned classroom which held the strangest sight that he could expect: lots of security cameras and boarded up windows by metal plates blocking all sorts of light save the artificial ones hanging above him. As he wandered he became a little suspicious when the first floor was open and scattered classmates wandering aimlessly themselves exploring the facility and all saying the same thing: they fell unconscious and woke up here, before a small playful voice called them to the gym to meet the new headmaster…and it turned out to be a bear called Monokuma, who just told them that the only way for graduation was to kill their way to the top.

If that didn't freak Naegi out then, it sure did now. And his classmates from the murmuring were feeling the same way too, confusion and panic while several students kept their cool in the midst of the small eruption of it.

"Oh, I'm sorry did you just say something carrot hair?" The bear, whose name was introduced as Monokuma began to eye the teen who had just spoken loudly in retort, its black side flashing its red bat winged eye at the teen while it shrugged casually putting down the teen that was taken aback at the jab towards his hair.

"C-Carrot hair?! How dare you-!" The student retorted with a flash of anger at having his hairdo being insulted by a tiny bear, the teen reaching out and with a growl picked up Monokuma who was still unaware of the looming danger by its head the robot losing its smiles as it began to claw and move its small adorable arms around in the air trying to swipe at the teen with the sharp pompadour just grinned looking down at the struggling bear seeing it helplessly fight against the impossible situation. "See, not so tough now when someone bigger than you is here, is it you freakshow bear?"

"Upupupu…*beep*," the bear stopping its clawing suddenly lowered its face before it smirked a small tiny beep similar to that of a timer's began to tick confusing the gangster looking student just as a female voice called out to him in warning when he was about to ask what was happening to the robot which had begun to shake and vibrate, "Throw it away, it's carrying a bomb inside its compartment!"

"Shit, stupid bear!" The teen reacting quickly used his arm strength to throw the Monokuma bear as far as he could the male sweating in both confusion and fear as he saw the robot explode into tiny bits and pieces of burnt metal the scene cutting all conversation as all fifteen students each saw the bits of what used to be Monokuma fall onto the floor smoke filling the room. Frightened, the male with the pompadour took a cautionary step back from where he was standing just as a familiar laugh sounded behind the smoke drawing the attention of the students to the stage, the sight sending another chill down their spines as a new Monokuma arose atop the teacher's podium situated on the stage its permanent smile taunting them with its apparent revival as it let out a puff of air in relief. "Phew that was close…I thought I was indeed going to die! Upupupu, get it? Cause I was already blown away!"

"Impossible, another one of the beasts took the place of that Monokuma bear?" The man with the biker gangster outfit spoke in disbelief at seeing yet another robot, a towering mountain of muscle dressed in a female school outfit spoke beside the gangster while eyeing the robot bear with disdain as she shook her head in reply to his shock. "It seems our adversary isn't too keen on showing their face either, a coward's way of saying they will be watching us kill from afar…a worthless notion to consider."

"Look at Miss Muscle talking all sagely, it makes me wanna puke or just throw up my guts all over the floor at that kind of boring talk. All I want is the ultimate Killing Game, you all should provide me with so much entertainment and despair that can overfeed me…though now as an added rule since our dear pompadour punk thought it would be a great idea to pick a fight with me, attacking the headmaster otherwise known as yours truly will result in a game over for the offender meaning death! Upupupupu!"

"This is crazy talk we aren't going to do what you say even if you try!" A girl in a runner's jackets and sweatpants was the next to object to the bear's declaration as Monokuma ignored her and carried on with the speech waving its hand. "Also before my rude interruption, another rule though late into the game has already been passed due to other circumstances."

"Another rule?"

"You deaf? Yes, another rule has been passed into effect after all the school rules have been established though it was through circumstances that it was possible, you'll have a new addition to the roster." Monokuma spoke proudly as the gym lights began to dim blackening their vision before a center stage light began to flick on attracting a scene as a burst of smoke engulfed the stage blocking all their vision just as the lights began to turn on brightening the room just as the smoke cleared away through the nearby ventilation openings in the roof revealing Monokuma and someone else standing beside the bear stunning the group with the appearance.

"Is that…?"

"Another student." The haughty voice stating the obvious belonging to one Byakuya Togami dressed in a formal attire of black and white with a green crossed tie spoke as he looked unimpressed at the figure whereas the other students had a mixture of emotions, holding anticipation and curiosity along with fear at what Monokuma had in store while the figure stepped out of the fog revealing a crimson red trench coat with new black pants the jacket buttoned up to the third last button exposing his chest area which consisted of a shirt unzipped to the tip of his chest while sandy white hair and slightly tanned skin indicating some exercise and workouts to keep fit, his face was plastered into a neutral frown as his eyebrows furrowed at the bright light which overwhelmed his senses using the hand to shield his face for a brief moment before he lowered it revealing his full face to the audience. "Meet our new student, Super High School Ultimate Unremarkable! Upupupupu. As for the rule, it only applies to our dear Ultimate Unremarkable who I will mention the moment a murder starts happening in here so until then special circumstances remain a little secret."

"…" The teen in the crimson coat said nothing as he scanned the faces of each of his new classmates, a dim look of life in his eyes making the group feel as though they weren't even looking at a person but that of a corpse, the male turning to Monokuma as if waiting for further instructions before the bear shrugged ignoring his gesture before the teen put his hand up in a small wave his expression unchanged from the neutral frown he wore.

"Nice to meet you, I guess."

"Well, introductions are over, I suppose it is time for me to go. Remember though kids, you have a few days to start up the killing like we discussed earlier…toodles!" The Monokuma said as the new addition jumped off the stage, glancing back to see the bear robot disappear into the floorboards the hiss of a metal door sealing the entrance just as he found himself being watched by the other students.

So this is the place that Monokuma sensei told me about…interesting place for a school.

"S-So you're the new student?" A timid voice spoke in front of him as the teen turned his attention to a small brown haired girl who was dressed in a green dress whilst twiddling his indexes together bright yellow eyes looking away just as he saw the dead eyes. "M-My name is Ch-Chihiro Fujisaki…Programmer." The new student tilted his head in reply, the teen scratching his chin as he looked at the girl closely as if searching for something before he simply gave a small nod acknowledging her presence.

"Ah…I am the High School Unremarkable. It is good to meet a programmer, I however need to set up my room as Monokuma sensei has directed me to…please excuse me and pardon me for the abrupt rudeness of ending this meeting, I will see you tomorrow." the teen said just as the introduced Fujisaki let out a stumbling 'oh' at his nonchalance of the greeting, though the teen did notice the newcomer giving him a glance which was softer than the stare he held a few moments ago as he reached the double doors of the gym and slipped away leaving the fifteen students to look at his retreating form with a range of emotions at his nonchalance.

"...Hey Oowada, you okay?" The gangster looking student heard his name being called just as he put a hand behind his neck at the seemingly unreal situation. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine but that was creepy. A bear that's asking us to kill each other in a mutual killing game, this is just nuts man...this shouldn't even be happening right now."

"H-Hey, shouldn't we be talking about how to escape from the building and search for a way out of here instead of just panicking?" The girl in the sportswear spoke up next attempting to get some cooperation before a sharp scathing voice belonging to a tall blonde bespectacled student cut her words without consideration. "In case you haven't noticed, the school's windows are sealed and the exits are obviously blocked...if anything I would say that whatever obvious routes we're looking for this bear has most likely covered."

"It doesn't hurt to just try and find out, right?" Byakuya scoffed at the notion of trying as he looked away from the girl, putting his back to her as he shoved a hand in his pocket dismissing the girl's opinion like it was worthless in his sight.

"Do whatever you wish, I will not stay here wasting my time on an activity that won't wield any results when there are better things to do." The spectacle wearing student tipped his square lenses up the bridge of his nose, turning around to walk towards the door of the gym heading towards his room. Naegi watched with concern as some of the students too decided to follow the Togami's example, leaving a majority left who were still willing to spread out around the building floor to search for some way to break out of the place as Naegi thought it would be best to follow them in at least discovering any clues to lead them out of their prison.

Night time, Junko's room

Knock knock.

"Who is it?" Junko spoke before the pink door opened, the girl turning her head at lightning speed to see the appearance of the newest high school member standing at the doorway giving her a silent contemplative stare before Junko dropped her mask of pretense, the girl indicating for him to close the door allowing him safe passage inside as he closed the door behind him the teen moving to take a seat by the sofa which made up the longue area, a small table with a cup of water sat in the middle the teen taking a seat in the neatly tidied room observing the cleanliness of the place with some awe noting the security camera located in the corner to his right watching the students' every move.

"So what is it you need?" Junko spoke as her voice changed completely, the once lively and loud tone had disappeared from her mouth like it was non-existent replaced by a monotone voice as the teen grabbed the glass of water, raising it upwards to his eyes as he stared blankly at it deciding to be the first one to break the ice instead. "Junko…was it?"

"Yes, that is my name."

"Hmmm, somehow in the back of my mind, I doubt that the first time I saw you…" The Unremarkable commented lightly his eyes showing a genuine confusion as Junko shivered her shoulders tensing up as she glanced back at the student who simply met her gaze with a stoic wall blocking her from reading anything as he got up folding his arms slightly while he saw her stuffing some clothes into her wardrobe prompting a curious brow from the student who shifted his head to look at the pink painted walls.

"So…what's with the clothes? Picking some good looking outfits or is the whole stack all the same monotone boring colors, 'Junko'?" The teen's words seemed to prick at Junko the model turning to address the Unremarkable with a more serious tone than she would use at him. "Are you really here for something or is there something else you wanted to talk about?"

"Why are you here?" The teen replied simply as he went over to the table relaxing his tired body against the bright red sofa letting it sink into the fluffy fabric while stretching out his arms on the head of the long sofa and began to let out a breath of relief while watching Junko with a slightly trained eye as he barely caught her pause. "In the school, how did you even come to be enrolled here? I figured from what the headmaster Monokuma told me that you guys had special talents in areas but I never expected to see a manga artist, a gambler, and especially not a person who was involved in the fashion business." His words for some reason which he couldn't describe seemed to make Junko tilt her head in some confusion as she scratched her head the teen wondering how a girl could even scratch the entire head full of pink hair before she looked at her fingernails stopping her activities. "I was invited to the school because they were just looking for talent without a specific area of specialized abilities, I don't know why but if we ever escape we can go ask those in charge."

"Fair enough, so tell me then about yourself since I don't want to linger on the topic." The man asked next as he settled in nicely, feeling more at home in this stranger's room for the moment while Junko gave him a glare in his direction. "And just what do you get out of it, are you trying to find some information on your target already? Planning out your murders and getting people to like you or something before you lure them in? I'm telling you now, that I am not going to fall for such talk so easily."

"You mean the killing game yea? You think I am a potential killer?" The teen replied smoothing his sandy white hair with his calloused palm dismissing the accusation placed towards him like it was nothing but the wind his calm demeanor unaffected by the suspicion cast upon him. "I don't in all honesty really care what that Monokuma bear has to say, but if anything I can understand is that sooner or later the pressure would be mounting if that is what our headmaster wants…no doubt about that somewhere out there one of us is breaking at the seams," he declared openly while he picked up the glass of water swirling the contents within it, his casual tone made Junko a bit nervous at how much care he gave for the upcoming days the teen scrunching one of her white tops in a subconscious action unaware of it as she replied hastily.

"R-Really, these people aren't the kind to murder…besides it is stupid if they tried!" Junko spoke gaining back her usual brash and fiery tone in her trying to stave off the sudden morbid topic as she shook her head briefly. "I won't want anyone to do it, those who do are just being ridiculous you know!"

"Of course, that is what everyone should think I apologize for antagonizing you tonight instead of just talking about anything aside from our own situation. I apologize for such a morbid and unpleasant evening I have assisted in making. I shall call it a night I suppose," the teen said in an abrupt apology and farewell, the clink of glass thumping against the surface before he walked towards the door giving a final brief glance of suspicion through the door's gap just as it closed, the teen turning around on his heel as he began to whistle a tune to himself walking down the hallway before he ran into one more visitor for the night just as the door next to Naegi's room closed.

"Uh, hello…" The voice of the brown-haired boy with an ahoge caught his ears as he turned to his left snapping out of his small individual space, the teen eyeing the shorter of the two with a glance. Coming into direct contact with the sandy white haired teen's own abyssal eyes, Naegi Makoto felt a bit intimidated and the urge to back away from him screamed in his muscles as he tried to put up a smile at the man's stoic gaze. "You're…called the High School Unremarkable?"

"Ah, yes, that is my title indeed. You must be the person they called the Lucky or Luckster," the teen said with a hint of slight interest as he saw the boy rub the back of his head looking away from him as a dark shadow cast itself over his upper face, the memories of past instances running in his head concerning his supposed good luck which brought a slightly depressed look to his face. "Eh, it's not as pretty as it sounds in my actual life you know…"

"Still, I sometimes think luck is the one that some people need rather than discard so easily, who knows…with such a situation like this I wouldn't be surprised if luck becomes the new charm." The student's words somehow gave comfort to Naegi who gave a smile of his own in return to the words his eyes brimming with both trust and confidence, "I think we can survive this if we just think of a way to escape and I believe we can cooperate!"

"Good man, don't lose that even with the inevitable despair…though I highly doubt that is possible" The teen with the sandy white hair muttered before he left for the kitchen area waving his hand over his shoulder in farewell leaving Naegi alone to himself moving towards the small dining area which currently had the main cooking area's lights on to save power, the teen reaching for one of the tables where a large sports bag with clothes and a mattress with a sleeping bag was laid out on the table and floor specifically, the teen grabbing his jacket and tossing it over the back of one of the chairs stripping his shirt and pants away to change into something more casual, Monokuma had told him due to his sudden arrival that changes had to be made and he was currently unable to sleep in anyone's room due to restrictions and he had to sleep in the kitchen area without sharing. Monokuma additionally gave strict directives about how he reserved one of the corners for him to sleep and relax in shrouded by a few curtains surrounding the small corner of the large room acted as the blockades to blot any light from entering the sleeping quarters, a small mattress frame was lying a few meters above his mattress which had been dumped unceremoniously with the sheets completely covering the soft squishy bed. Plopping himself onto the bed, the High school Unremarkable took the nearby covers and placed the sleeping bag aside since he would not be using it with the mattress provided and enclosed his body with the warm blanket shivering lightly at the air conditioning's chilly breeze.

It didn't take too long for him to close his eyes and fall soundly asleep, peaceful dreams filling his thoughts.

End

This is the second chapter, and yes our dear protagonist still does not have a name yet…I am tired though, it's been a long chapter I had to write and it's late so there won't be so much of an author's notes but the prologue and the first part of chapter one together everyone. I will go into more detail in the next chapter on the second day, but allow me this brief description of the day's events as I planned to introduce the new character as soon as possible.

Have a good night, and sleep well…I certainly won't be for a while.

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