Chapter 4

Love, Hatred and Despair pt. 4 (ab)normal school days

Truth and Lies

Disclaimer: I don't own Dangan Ronpa or Digimon.

I don't force you to do anything! I just simply tell you the rules, and leave you to decide what to do with them.-Monokuma, The Outcasts Dangan Ronpa fic

"Anything useful, Kotoko?" Fairymon questioned as Kotoko pulled out a shard of metal from Naegi's body.

Truth Bullet "Shard of Metal" Acquired!

"Truth Bullet?" Junko looked over at Kotoko's gun.

"That's the traditional ammo for these kinds of fics." Ryouko then wrote some things down on her notebook.

Truth Bullet "Ryouko's Notes" Acquired!

"What's in the notes?"

"Just an approximate time of death and the theoretical weapon used in the murder." Ryouko showed Junko and Kotoko it's contents and then slammed it shut.

"Anything else?"

"Nope." They pulled themselves out of the hatch and looked around.

"We should probably head to the cafeteria." Ryouko explained.

"What will we do there?"

"Talk to people who knew the victim." Junko only looked at her.

"Are you serious?"

"Yep."

They headed towards the cafeteria, unease in full swing all around them. A few minutes later, they reached the door to cafeteria.

"Crud. It's locked." Junko pulled out her ElectroID and started to type on it.

SHSLFashionista logged on.

SHSLFashionista: Sis, are you there?

SHSLSoldierGirl logged in.

SHSLSoldierGirl: I'm here, Junko. What do you need?

SHSLFashionista: One of your combat knives.

SHSLSoldierGirl: Sounds Good. I'll send you one, so watch out.

SHSLSoldierGirl logged out.

SHSLFashionista logged out.

"Watch out?" A black combat knife flew through the air and into the door. Junko grabbed the knife and jammed it into the lock. A shock came over her.

"Just jiggle the blade, Junko." The voice reminded as Junko opened the door up.

"Who was that voice?" She kicked the door opened, to the shocked gasp of her classmates."For those curious, Makato Naegi is dead. Anyone with info leading to the culprit, come to us." An overcooked burger was thrown at her."Hey!"

"I think I know the fag who did this! It's you!" Junko looked over at the far side of the cafeteria, noticing some corncob-shaped hair.

"Stupid! It's baguette-shaped, not corncob-shaped!" The Voice claimed as Junko approached him. It was a teenage boy, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with a black jacket over it. He also had a loose black pants with a bulky silver belt. His skin was slightly tan and his grey eyes were filled with rage.

"It's just a character description, not an insult."

"I don't care!" He punched at her, only for Junko to place the knife on his arm.

"Today, I'm running a special service. Anyone who wants to bitch about me gets there arm sliced off with the combat knife I'm holding." The room went silent. Veemon ran over to the kitchen, ignoring her partner's current situation.

"Now, what's your name?"

"Mondo Owada, Super High School Level Bike Gang Leader." Beside Mondo, was some demon biker girl. It was dressed similarly to Mondo but wore a blackish purple short skirt instead of pants. She wore matching knee-high heel boots and leather opera gloves. It had purple skin and three yellow eyes, one each in the usual spots and the third on it's forehead.

"Interesting... I'm Bezelewomon."

Beelzewomon

Mega, Virus

Mondo: I've finally scored a girlfriend!

"What?"

"I knew it!" Mondo was immediately knocked out.

"That wasn't what I was talking about. You are what's so interesting."

"Huh?"

"You were so unique, "Junko". What made you become this?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You have fallen down the path of darkness, Junko. Are you willing to pull yourself back to the light?"

"Yes!"

"You are quick to answer, Junko. Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Stab the person behind you and run to your room. You should be able to figure the rest from there." Junko nodded and turned, noticing Ryouko. She steadied the dagger, and jabbed it into Ryouko's heart. At that same moment, Veemon walked out of the kitchen.

"Come on!" Veemon ran over to Junko, who was pulling the combat knife out Ryouko's heart.

"Where are we going?"

"To my room."

"Why."

"Answers await there supposedly."

"Oh." As they ran down the hallway, Monokuma started to approach them. However, it now wore a big black ribbon.

"Stop!" His request was immediately ignored and was pushed out of the way.

"No time for that!" The two of them then made a sharp left turn and stopped. They had reached a dead end. 10 doors awaited them on each side. Thankfully, each door had two sprite avatars on it. Junko walked down the hallway, scanning all around for her avatar. It was at the end of the hallway, just her luck. She pulled her ElectroID out, and swiped it passed the lock. The door opened, allowing the two of them in. Inside, they were greeted by a humongous room with a red tile line going right down the middle. She walked over to the right and sat down on the bed. It was probably a queen-sized bed covered in bubblegum pink sheets and matching pink pillows with pink ruffles. Veemon on the other hand, was searching for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"The mini-fridge, of course!"

"Why?"

"I'm hungry!"

"Didn't you have a bite to eat at the kitchen?"

"Yes, but I'm still hungry!"

"Sounds good... I guess." Beside the bed, was a pink nightstand with a pink desk lamp on top."They seriously went crazy with the amount of pink here."

"Well, you are the SHSL Fashionista after all." She looked over at her partner, who was now gorging out after her recent discovery of the mini fridge.

"Are we sure about that?" Junko felt another shock, something coming over her.

"Where were you, young lady?" She was a few years old now, standing in front of her mom. She flinched as her mother's stern words came towards her.

"I was exploring." In her hands, was a small blue slime.

"Young Lady, how many times have I told you not to mess with my research?" The slime flinched at that moment, scared of it's potential fate.

"Three times?" Her mother grabbed the slime out of her hands.

"Fifteen times!" Junko walked away, eyes focused on the ground.

"Sis, are you all right?" She pulled her head up and looked to the side, noticing Mukuro.

"No."

"Mom caught you?"

"Yep."

"Have you ever thought of asking about helping her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid she'll say no."

"Never let fear control you, Sis. Always be willing to slay that beast inside of you." Junko turned around and walked away.

"You're right! Thanks Sis!" She smiled. She would go back, no matter what the answer was...

"Junko!" Veemon stood in front of her on the bed.

"Yeah?" Junko looked down at her hands, knife still in hand.

"You're all right!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You suddenly blacked out!"

"Huh?" Junko looked over at the nightstand. On the right side, a makeup kit. On the left side, a pair of pink aviator goggles with purplish grey lenses."Who left these there for me?"

"I don't know, Junko." Junko got off of the bed and approached the nightstand. She stared at the two objects for quite some time, her right hand inching towards the makeup kit.

"Never let fear control you, sis. Always be willing to slay that beast inside of you." She slapped her right hand away and grabbed onto the goggles, fitting them on her head. The makeup kit disappeared as Junko turned away.

"How do I look, Veemon?"

You look a little silly, to tell you the truth."

"It's a start." Junko headed into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. The goggles rested slightly above her forehead, which looked slightly silly with her ridiculous strawberry blonde pigtails. She removed the monokuma hairclips, allowing the hair to flow down."A slight improvement." She turned the faucet on and placed the knife on the counter, allowing the water to flow. Dipping her hands in, she slide them across her hair. The Strawberry blonde dye faded away, revealing long dark red hair that went down to her knees. She looked into the mirror, noticing her eyes. She then removed the contacts, revealing matching dark red eyes. The sound of footsteps approaching her then broke the silence.

"It's funny."

"We are two vastly different people and yet, we are the same."

"Huh?"

"We are both looking for the same thing. Answers." She turned around, noticing the shadowy person now in front of her. The person was neither male or female and made of semi-solid smoke.

"You're Ryouko, aren't you?"

"That was a name I came up with on the fly, Junko." It's voice was similar to that used to make people anonymous.

"Then who are you then?"

'You can call me Super High School Level Impostor."

"Don't you have an actual name?"

"That is what I'm trying to figure out." A notebook then appeared in Junko's hands."Good Luck, Junko. I'm rooting for you."

"Where are you going?"

"Someplace similar to this." He then disappeared, Junko looking all around for any others inside the room.

"What was that all about?" She turned and looked at Veemon.

"I don't know, Veemon." She then noticed a pink dresser on the other side of the bed. She ran over to it and started to grab some clothes from it.

"What are you doing now?"

"Getting a new outfit, of course. I am no longer a fashionista."

"Then what are you now?"

"A Tamer." She finally decided upon pink and purple ribbons in her hair, a white spaghetti-strap tank top, black skirt and gray pumps. She also strung the purple device around her neck. The Door then opened, revealing Kotoko.

"Big Sis Junko, is that you?"

"Yep. What do you got?"

"I found Makoto's ElectroID."

"Lets go and investigate!"

"What have you done with yourself?"

"I'm now a Super High School Level Tamer."

"Awesome!" Junko got up from the bed and walked over to the sink, quickly cleaning the combat knife off and headed over to Kotoko. Outside, some teenage girl waited. She wore a blue dress with white puffed sleeves and red ribbon with a sapphire brooch fastened on it. On her left wrist was a white bracelet. She wore dark blue knee-high zip-up stockings and red high heels. She had platinum blonde hair flowing down to her knees with a large black bow. Her light green eyes were filled with impatience.

"Finally."

"Who is this, Kotoko?"

"This is Sonia Nevermind, Junko. I thought we could have her replace Ryouko."

"What? I'm a replacement?"

"Don't think of it that way."

"How am I supposed to think of it?"

"Think of it as being part of a new team."

"Sounds good!" Beside Sonia, was some woman. It was dressed in mostly black armor with the upper stomach area colored pink. It wore black metal gauntlets. and had twelve metal blades attached to it's waist. In it's left hand was a staff with a heart and a black hammer on top.
"Who's that?"

"That's QueenChessmon."

QueenChessmon

Mega, Virus

Sonia: This is what I'll become one day, a queen. Not a digimon, people.

"Okay then." They approached Makoto's door and Kotoko pulled out his ElectroID, scanning it across the lock.

"Okay then." They approached Makoto's door and Kotoko pulled out his ElectroID, scanning it across the lock. The door opened, revealing Kyoko running around the room, with Kazemon following right behind her.

"Do you want to join my ecological revolution?" Kyoko announced as they just stared.

"What are you talking about, Kyoko?"

"Kyoko? You are mistaken, I am Terra the Faemon."

Faemon

Champion, Virus

Fairymon: Unlike Fairymon, Faemon are parasitic and known to corrupt humans. However, it is possible for a Faemon to be born human somehow.

"Then which one is it then?" Sonia accused.

"I'm going to have to guess, she was born human with a Faemon mother." Fairymon answered as they watched Terra.

"Snap out of it!" Junko grabbed at Terra, only to be thrown back against the right wall."Oh fuck..." Inscribed on the wall in pink cake frosting, was the number one and a message.

Greetings, Investigators.

You can call me, The Mastermind.

Kiriguri is now a "Cute Little Creature".

You'll need the help of your loser jungle friends in order o find out the rest of the story.

But Hurry...

The Clock is ticking, and you don't want to learn your fate if you lose...

Oh wait!

Death and Execution brings only rebirth and a return to the truth!

Choose wisely who dies, fore it may be the difference...

60/60 Students remain?

1:23:45 left to investigate...