TIME: DAWN

BGM: Beautiful Morning

At precisely 5: 00 AM, grey eyes were being presented to the world because of beeping ringing in his ears. Bearing of no apparitions of being tired, said eyes darted to find the source of the sound, only to see that it was his own alarm clock, blaring and blinking in and out some numbers colored in red. With a small, start, he pressed the alarm off button, before rising up, and stretch his arms out that made a Y-shape. After yawning just once, he placed one hand on the top of his blanket, while the other one was firmly at the mattress of the bed. With one swoop, he threw his blanket to one of the opened drawers that he was given additionally to his new room. With some type of technique, he managed to pull-off a completely folded blanket that would have seemed perfectly placed, would it not be for the fact that it looked a little crooked. Sighing, he looked at his bed, before back to where his blanket was, and walk up to it.

Fixing the angle a bit, he was greeted with some familiar photos that he had stored within a small sandwich bag. These two however, were his most special ones that he had. If anything, they could be the very best treated relics he had in his possessions. The one attached to the mirror beside it was one with her dying mother, looking happy to see her newborn with teal hair color was born. His father wasn't present in said photo, so it wasn't hard to guess that he left her alone, leaving the child with no father figure. It was the sadder picture, compared to one with him that he took when he was eight years old.

The small audible purring that was closing in at him was his reminder of that event happening. Even to this day, he is still owner of the what should have been a sure death for the kitten-now-cat. With a name like Lucky, she was known as the mischievous, but highly intelligent cat that became a sudden part of his life, when he saved her from the cold streets, only awaiting her with hunger and thirst. Adopting her, (even though it was against the orphanage guidelines, since owning a pet was prohibited) he had some crazy adventures with him looking for her all over the place when she decides to leave the room with a slightly ajar door that was the entrance to the hallway to where all the other un-adopted teens. It's strange really, but there were times were he even had to open his mouth in order to mimic the meowing that Lucky made. Sure enough, what was once only because he was strange for wanting nothing but perfection, his sudden interest at making cat noises ensured any of the remaining teens that didn't deem him strange would after that event.

"Doesn't bother me really. I mean, at least Lucky's there for me!" Optimistic, he petted her back, running through her ears as well from time to time. It was then that he noticed she had a small tuna fish where her bowl was. It seems yet again that Lucky the cat struck again in the open fish markets again! Really, housing a thief seemed pretty sketchy at first, but hey, if she's didn't got caught for all these years of fish-napping, then she would most likely won't for some more years. She's not fat, but even then her pudginess was starting to show.

Quickly, he went to where the folding screen that was also included with the room as a replacement for a closet, and closed it, in order to reveal a slightly humming small mini refrigerator that was definitely not included with the room. It wasn't against rules per say, but its not like he needed it to be revealed in plain sight. Who knows if they were to find out that one of the teens had a mini fridge tucked away in secrecy? They might notice why their electrical bills were suddenly a few dollars more every night. Inside of the fridge had a convenient switch that could either turn it into a freezer, or by its normal standards. Ice could even be made, since it was actually on the larger scale when it came to how long it was. It made the things surrounding it seemed pushed out, but it somehow blended in with its environment. Opening in it, there were some few eggs that he had, two bottles of sparkling water, two cartons of milk that were one quarts each, and some left-over lasagna he made in the orphanage's kitchen two days ago. With what he had, their really not a lot of choices for him to take, other than to just see if the kitchen staff decided to lock the doors today. It'd be their second day doing their job properly if they did, which truth be told, pretty much meant much since their food didn't seem like they would pass a simple public taste-test.

Closing all three doors in their respective manner, (The mini fridge, the folding screen, and the door that led to the hallway) he decided to go with the option to go and see if the kitchen's door was locked. It turned out that it wasn't and he eagerly left in order to get the eggs that he bought near the markets. Once he came back, he set the temperature to a certain number between 250 and 260, possibly a margin, and took out the eggs out from the carton. He decided to make something simple for today's breakfast, and make an omelette. Reaching out for some extra ingredients that he used in order to perfect the taste of his meal. After some time, the omelette was done, and led to him sitting on one of the fold-able chairs with its paired up fold-able table. Even if it was just an omelette, he still ordained himself with cutlery that would make this moment enjoyable to his tastes. It was just right.

He chewed his food with a spaced amount of one minute throughout each bite. Staff barely arrives at 6:30 AM again, so it wouldn't be such a horrible mistake to sit and eat his wonderful meal. Once he was done with his cheesy, non-greasy creation, he picked up what would have been needed to be cleaned again. It wasn't really a chore for him to clean his own mess, even if it looked like it wasn't even touched. He still made sure the china plates were in spotless condition, and the spork and knife he used didn't had their stainless steal have any trace of it being used. After the approximate addition of 47 minutes, he left the place with a pleased stomach, and went back to see if Lucky decided to stay or not.

Retracing his steps, he reached to his room, before noticing something out of the ordinary in his room.

A letter, with some stamp sealing it. It was later deduced that there was no doubt that the stamp was the symbol for the well renowned Kibougamine Academy, though most would just refer it to its international name, Hope's Peak Academy.

Hope's Peak Academy, a place that was referred to as the ultimate graduating plan. If anything, success is proven to be brought to all the students that had ever enrolled in here. Some were actually known to be as the best highlights of a before and after life story. Some came from humble roots, just so that they would own a multi-millionaire company! Some were to rise to fame when it started with just a garage band that occurred every Tuesday night. Whatever the case, it had some requirements for some people to join in. To begin with, you would have to already be attending at a high school right now. The second was that a talent was needed in order for anybody who were to be selected to go in. You'd have to be something specific, other than just something ambiguous. There were some controversies as to what should be a talent or not, such as if an SDHSL writer would mean anybody that were to just make novels or anything else with literature would mean their invitation gets nullified, or the rumors of some other way to get in. Either way, just receiving a letter from them is something that is considered as rare, and even rare it is when you get invited!

A curious message was written by some person, calling him by his last name, and that he would be placed as the SDHSL Perfectionist. It didn't took much for him to feel ecstatic over the news, but something didn't felt right about it. Where the headmasters name would have been written out with their signature, the letter contains a sudden stop because the headmasters face was ripped out. It felt like they wouldn't get to know what their name was, or if he even planned to reveal his identity in the first place. The only thing that he can make out of the letter from where the list of details would be as well would be the numbers eight, a colon, and then two zeroes being close to each other. Was this when the he was to appear near the front gates, or the building itself? Whatever it was, it would be best to arrive there at some time, since it'd be better to be there for nothing, then to not bet there, and possibly miss his one chance to leave this place, even if it was starting to warming up on him.

Well, that could wait for now. He has cat hair that has to be removed for now. Not to mention the fact that his waste bucket was nearing the top, so cleaning had to be a priority. With a bucket and mop that he had, he went to fill it with water from the bathroom he had. Man, did he have privileges in this place! Every inch of floor was soon covered with some hand soap that he had with him, and it ended up with small looking stars illuminating the place, as if the room was in space, since in reality, it just look really cleaned.

In exchange with what he had, he went to the drawer, and opened the one next to the one where his clothing was. He didn't really felt like combing his hair today, but that doesn't mean his clothe could be given the same pass as well. Going back to the restroom, he went and striped till he was bare. He had a good, well body frame that sported some muscle here and there, with a good 6 feet or so of height to boot his appearance with his slightly pale skin, he felt positive that it would be better to have it not be left for letting it not smelling for anybody else. After a quick shower, he rubbed his body with a towel, making sure there was no signs of soap left in his body. He then placed the towel to his waist, and he put his formally worn clothing in a laundry basket, stepping out of the bathroom to get his new set of clothes. He went to the drawers from earlier, and went to the one that was on the bottom. With boxers and socks for his undergarments and a white button-up shirt and khaki pants as the surface, he looked ready enough for the rest of the day.

Hope's Peak Academy was a little far, but since he usually jogs around the areas of this city, it wouldn't actually be a problem for him to go here to there on foot. He might even get there earlier if he starts with a quick sprint before the sun actually touches the sky. Who knows? Maybe he can even see some more students if the invitation was real, or maybe see the pranksters that committed this deed to him. He worries though that they might think of him being too weird for anybody who believes he does. Maybe, this could be the start of a breaking cycle?

With his custom made kubatons at his left pocket, he left and went off.

It seemed far at first, but up close, it really looked more farther in paper. Two hours worth of jogging, he made it to Hope's Peak, besides the constant breathing times he needed so that he wouldn't use up the time to sweat on his already washed body. It actually turns out that he didn't seem like he was the first to arrive there, but since it was early, he didn't actually felt like it was his fault for not being there at the time he was asked to get here.

TIME: MORNING

BGM: Beautiful Day (Piano Arrangement)

From the distance I was able to see a guy who was shorter than me, blessed with short blonde platinum hair and complementary bright blue eyes. Darn genetics, having me to look like I wore contacts in order to look like some sort of freak. He had bangs sticking out that were sticking out, and were a bit longer than what most people would have, about an inch. His actual hair couldn't be actually sparred from said judgement, since it was deliberately done, if just slightly messy. He looked really light, and if it was true, he probably was more skinnier than fit. His apparel was pretty contradictory with how the summer's heat was nearly affecting everybody, and only do I said that was because he was wearing a sweater. A black one nonetheless. A white collar could be seen with what may be an actual shirt could be seen from said sweater. Blue jeans, though more that looked more emphasized than more normal denim jeans, and to top it off, blue and black high-tops. As I walked closer to him, he suddenly looked at me from what he was previously was looking at, and showed off a silly grin on his face.

"Hey! I thought their'd be somebody else who had the same idea!" He waved his hand, giving me a small greeting. He didn't looked harmful, but at any case, he seemed a little nervous after he took a glance to the shape of what my pocket had. Maybe it really was a good idea to bring it with me here.

"You too? So you're telling me you received an invitation to Hope's Peak as well? I had suspicion with how his age didn't make him look like just a random person in here, but confirming it would make my brain find peace.

"Y-yeah...The name's Yukio by the way. But I like to go by Key instead." It seems that "Key" seemed pretty sheepish with how cautious he was around me. No matter, I guess it's more like it was in his nature to begin with.

"Well then, my name is Kagamine, since I really don't actually have a name." Though I do. Whatever the case, he still seems pretty amused to be here. Maybe if i'm right...

"Kagamine? Is that like your nickname or somethin'? I'm cool with that." Key looked at me, flipping a coin in the process.

"Why do you flip that coin? Is that a game of sort?" I honestly have no idea why he would do that.

"Oh! I'm actually wondering if you're someone I should trust, and by the look of it, you seem pretty dandy. Possibly too dandy with how you look." Really? I'm not even wearing anything that I would have worn if more people were to show up. He doesn't seem like a damaging person.

"Have any guesses as to what his name is? He's pretty insane if he were to make that a secret and all." He took out the invitation he had that was folded into a square that was shown sixteen times after it was folded out.

"Not really. If anything, it could be a hoax." If he send it to you at the same time was send, then either mine was delivered more earlier from a mistake, since you seem like someone who lives closer to the academy, or maybe it was just a hoax by some of your friends." No matter how you see it, there was something odd about that.

"My thoughts exactly." No sooner after the voice spoke, there was a girl coming out of one of the alley ways, holding a plastic translucent cup that contained some sort of smoothie swirl. It was then she suck some more of her dessert with a red straw that had stuck the middle cherry on top. Whoever she was, she clearly wasn't as a chirpier as this guy here. Or well, that's what I thought I was...

"Hm, haha...I actually thought i'd get a reaction from you two, but your staler than bread! Nice to meet you! Er- I think that was a little too energetic. A-ah, w-well, l-let me fix that...Um, hi. I'm Yuki Mizushima. Nice to meet you here." Such a personality change...! She was actually taller than Key here, about an inch or something, and already, her tomboyish looks would make you wonder if she was a girl to begin with. She has a medium, somewhat lighter skin tone with freckles apparent in her face. Unlike Key, she had messy bangs touching where her eyes are. I believe she has a widow's peak, that had her brown hair was styled in a ponytail, matching with her dark brown eyes. What she had on her seemed much more of an improvement than what Key had, but now she's wearing something that is not of her gender. She had a plain T-Shirt with a solid color of mint green (a personal favorite of mine), and some blue jeans that were nearly designed like Key's. If you looked down...were those braces...?

Well she was prepared for the apocalypse. She had a backpack that was the same color as her jeans, but it looked rather flat than what it size would seem could possibly hold. I actually failed to point out that on her left side of her hair, she had a black pencil stuck out, with a sharp edge for a pencil, but was possibly for the usage of drawing. It's too well sharpened for actual writing, since the graphite would just break if it did.

"Wait! You're the one from earlier ago, right? When I got here, you just made a small peep sound and left to the other side. I thought I messed up or something." Key had his index finger in his mouth, making a small hook with it to the inside of his mouth.

"W-well, I didn't even know there'd be any more people who'd get here, it's not like you had to get here early." Yuki had her eyes look the other way, as if shy to speak more than what she needed to say.

"It's okay. I thought i'd be first to arrive here." Key had a similar grin like before, but had a more confused look than a forgiving one. He probably thought it was nothing.

"Well then, I guess we should just wait here until that lady arrives, right?" I wanted to make sure if they also got that piece of information with that invitation, in order to see if they did indeed came here with similar terms like mine.

"I did. She was told to be a nice person." Yuki had her head looking up, thinking with her eyebrows scrunching.

"Not specifically a lady, but that somebody would be here." Key had a hand behind his head.

"Then I guess these letters must have been made recently. Perhaps even rushed out." There was no actual evidence of it to be true, but if there was a logical reason, the closest that will fit this would be something like this.

Suddenly, the gate opened, stretching out its doors both fast and pretty hard. It almost hit me.

"Ah!"

"Huh?!"

"W-wah!"

No sooner than that, it stood still with the walls locking it up in place.

"How did tha-"

"Good morning everybody! As I can see from the camera above your heads, I can see that all of you are similar to the profiles we have of you. Come in, we were going to allow any early birds come in!" A female voice was heard, where it was located to said camera it talked about earlier before) It seemed excited, but unlike its description, it sounded more younger than what we thought she was. Not to mention that she sounded more upbeat than with what they thought.

I had the strangest urge to leave, but unlike what my nonexistent gut said, I walked to the other side of what we we came from. If anything, I didn't even thought I do something like that.

Behind me, I heard something that Key had said to Yuki about not even worry about how well defended Hope's Peak is, and the utter nonstop of her fear of this just being too creepy to begin with.

The doors of the academy opened, and with the three of us, we entered. Safely, with nothing happening to us. It turned out that for the next week, we would come in here one more time before we would start classes. The building had a clean look inside, with neat organization and its polished floors. All the lighting was pure white, and each door would lead us to another room that was void of any people. It was only in the gymnasium did we saw an actual living person in there. A guy, roughly in his twenty's, was looking sharp with his white suit and black pants. He actually looked like some type of employee here, or even at least a past graduate to this school, but nope, he wasn't any of them.

"I am your headmaster, Enji Semaka. I may be older than you guys, but please, no need to be actually formal here. I have brought you here so that you would understand that you were chosen from the entire rest of the world as the talent you righteously earned and led you here as an opportunity for a lifetime! As such, we would be glad if you could see the rest of the school in order to get accustomed to it. There will be teachers in the second floor, just don't get scared if they suddenly make a sudden surprise to you when the lights turn on. It is always our job to make our students feel welcomed here! Just don't tell them that I ruined their plan, okay?" Enji really looked too energetic for this type of job, (not even to begin with the fact that he was just 24 as a headmaster for this school) but it would have been impossible to not feel the same.

"As such, visiting them is fine, and if you have any questions, just ask me, or any of them,and i'm sure we'll answer back to you with the most accurate answer we can bring up." There were some additional things after that, but I guess I wanted to know that later. I swear, this may either be a really weird cast of characters for a manga or anime I suddenly went into, or this was the idea of being a hoax being pushed to its limit.

Or maybe its something else. Like a visual novel or something.

Whatever the case, this was a little too intriguing to be dismissed as a waste of time. If this turns out to be true, I wonder what would the orphanage would say about this. I wonder if Lucky could be brought here.

All these questions should be answered all due in time, but for now, there is some exploration to be done.

...

W-wait...

Where...

Wh-...

A swirl started appearing before me in my mind, as if somehow, my mind was in the middle of processing something.

And just like that, it was gone, only to be reduced to whatever was there, back to how it was.

Huh. That was strange.