Prologue: Help me, Sora

"Rather, heavenly despair, Isn't it, Sora?"

His steps were always hollow in these ears. Little did he know if, despite the years, it was still difficult for him to be back in reality or it was simply his paranoia. It is a minimal issue, genuine, but in his experience, he wanted to say a lot. The bullets began to be fired once the trap was activated without further notice. Still, he did not flinch from changing his intention to move forward. The shots that were supposed to kill him were deflected and did not cause him any damage. Luck, some bodies in this corridor, would be loved to have in their final moments.

Luck? Divinity? God did like to be cruel.

A bored god decided to do an experiment on a human being and see from above the action. Having devastating collateral damage on the planet, for something only less than fifteen percent of the human population remained. To the bearer of this power, it only brought monotony. Learn what you want without having a process of it. Or play the pieces of historians like Beethoven on the first try? This power was given to you, without any satisfaction, bored in being a perfect robot, only with organs.

After several years of having this power, he could comprehend Utsuro's decisions: kidnap him to take his place in class 79-B and experiment with them on the killing game, follow Junko's ideology by having nothing to live for, and ironically it was that same idea of sharing the killing game with an alternate personality, which made the mastermind soft in the end. Utsuro always fantasized about having a gun pointed at his throat and committing suicide since childhood. Even though he knew that some strange divinity would save him, Utsuro proved it recently just for fun. Nothing, the revolver stuck every time he aimed at his head. Still, it worked well the second after he shot at another area for no apparent reason.

Bang!

"My apologies. I didnt want to disturb your sleep after you were sent here to die." Comment coldly in my female voice, which I do not get used to despite the time. Still is a terrible manner to just a random corpse out of nowhere. Both the future foundation and its allies gave enough annoyance in avoiding his project of pushing this divine luck to the limit. Sending to shit ethical things in a world where such moral rules stopped mattering long ago.

Many people deserved all for a second chance and didn't have it because of their own desperation or others'. This monstrous machine with a simple button seems to be the answer after solving multiple physical space-time problems. A technology superior to the Neo World Program would make this dream possible worthy of a science fiction movie.

"Do you know it's rude to spy on a girl's room?" he didn't turn around to look at a computer screen he had to his left, where he knew someone was watching him since "Mekaru Rei" came in.

"That you are in the body of Akane Taira does not completely make you a woman, and you know it, Yuki Maeda." On the other side of the screen, the leader of the Kirasagi foundation and participant of the massacre in laboratory III of class 79-B, a young woman with short orange hair, with great dark circles due to the constant stress manage such an organization.

Having no reason to hide his identity, Yuki removed his hood and smiled sadly, moving a strand of his gray hair from his face. "My deepest condolences for Kinjo's death. Although it would have been kind of him if his last will was not to execute Shobai in public for something as ridiculous as what happened in the last trial."

"His memory was only respected by punishing Hashimoto for his past crimes..." silence. Still, Yuki knew he could say something else "do you know the mess you're about to create?"

"Yes," Yuki replied immediately. "You will understand I take very little to understand the laws of space-time and those concepts so complex for the average man, but with this luck..." he bent down to take a stone inside the cave. A cave that was the laboratory III of the Kisaragi foundation, where the first killing game happened, from where only three of sixteen students of that class came out alive. However, Teruya dies from entering another killing game. Kinjo from brain disease due to the bullet thanks to the suicide attempt in the first game, leaving only that woman as the only current survivor of Class 79-B.

"It's sad if you ask me. You, me, and Iroha are the only ones alive after the two games of Utsuro and I.A Mikado. I understand that Syobai and Kinjo wanted to die as two stubborn mules in their own way. It's just that..."

"Just what?" Rei remarked again from the screen, frowning again as is his custom.

"I would like to understand everyone's feelings and see what motivated Sora to sacrifice. The same reason Utsuro changed after years of apathy. He trusted Makoto Naegi to defeat Junko Enoshima again in the past. I'm going to. I just hope to give him an extra hand that he really needed."

"Yuki...Have you fallen on—"

The signal was interrupted when a stone shattered the screen with force piercing the screen. The bearer of divine luck had his hand outstretched with bangs covering his eyes.

"No, why is this world striving to put everything in black and white?"

Hope and despair. We can be so bland on some occasions. Curiously, that was your last sentence before falling into as because of this divided world. The last thing Yuki Maeda saw before a white light blinded him was to a bed at the back of the room, where his classmate and friend, Iroha Nijiue, was on a ventilator.

The only one who can judge for this is the God who gave this curse.

Yuki Maeda would expect his awakening to be in the typical cliché way, waking up hastily on his old bed while trying to recover the oxygen in his lungs. Nothing could be further from the truth. He only felt severe pain in his head once his body hit the cold carpet on the floor. Cold water magically fell on his face if the impact was insufficient to wake him from his state.

Yuki complained while getting up, although those feelings of anger to the machine vanished when he saw how in front of him he had that old video game console next to his desk. All on very soft white walls in the sense of giving him a personality. Anyone could live here without problems. But mostly, his voice sounded different.

Just a glance in the mirror to almost collapse after the minute of shock.

He had his body back. It was Yuki Maeda again. It had worked, guys, finally. This kind of crap served something. There was only the detail of the gray ends in his hair. They were not gray at all. He definitely did not remember having this type of anomaly on his scalp. Very strange, even so little could care now.

"Yuki, breakfast is ready. Come soon, or it would get cold."

The avalanche of emotions seemed not to want to give him a beak at all. That voice so familiar and at the same time so distant in his memory, behind the door. He felt pathetic to feel like a three-year-old boy afraid to leave the room like his monster would eat him, ridiculous compared to everything he experienced. Yuki swallows saliva to pluck up the courage, facing reality.

Only to end up standing like a statue in front of the hallway that led to the front door of the Maeda home, where a shoulder-length orange-haired woman groomed herself to leave work. He no longer remembers her fate in the original timeline.

"Oh, I'm glad you're already up," spoke his mother without seeing him, with that maternal instinct. "I know you must be very nervous about the Hope Peak Academy mail saying you won the national draw, but I'm sure everything will be fine. Oh? Yuki, dear? I thought you had quit that habit at age four, my life."

It felt childish and pathetic, so be it. A bear hug to his mom like a frightened child with what implied he had pissed in his pants for such a miserable nightmare for entering an elitist school, say what you want. Still, Yuki just wants to feel her for as much as possible.

"I love you, I love you so much, mom..." Yuki sobbed, hiding his face on his mother's back.

"I always will, honey. Even if I'm gone."

Those words together in how he caressed his hair gently were the warmest thing he has felt since you have memory usage.

Unfortunately for Yuki, the excuse of the scary child for the mother to stay at home was already out of range for a soon high schooler. So after explaining the best he could that everything was due to a panic attack about his new life situation and saying he didn't cry. Yuki returns to his room to work.

One advantage being monitored by Hope Peak Academy enter is the information of new students is all over the network. Blogs of gossipy people talk about. If he checks his selection mail well, he has a week to review the terrain with his future class before entering.

Akane Taira's memoirs are fuzzy, but if he wanted to make sure the classwork was one against Utsuro's possible plan. He had to tie up loose ends in particular students. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do a general review.

Yuki had to change into a soccer addict and egocentric like Mitsuhiro Higa. To reason with Kizuna Tomori how bad she sees being a gold digger and using people like toys. That Kinji Uehara came out of her shell in the right way. However, it would undoubtedly be more complicated the cases of Mei Mekaru because of her ego and instinct of superiority, and Kinjo Tsurugi with his twisted version of justice following the death of his agency partner.

But something was very wrong here.

Although he remembered well, in his killing game with Sora on the virtual island, excluding the members of Void except I.A Mikado and the Otonokoji twins all had to be of adulthood at this time. However, they appear enrolled as students in a class parallel to his 79-C, which didn't make any logical sense. The strangest case is how demons Kokoro Mitsune and Mikako Kurokawa can be the same age. They are mother and daughter, after all?!

It must be a mistake. Also, there would be three vacant spaces considering he cannot be in two classes simultaneously, same as Teruya Otori, and Sora does not exist.

This is not right. Will you have reached the correct timeline? Everything seemed in order. There was only one way to demonstrate more anomalies in this timeline, investigating the outside world. Yuki should not go out in his pajamas, with his typical brown shirt and jeans should suffice. The question now would be where to investigate first.

Ding dong.

What?

It is very unusual for someone to knock on the door at this time at home. His parents work and have a key, plus he has no friends or acquaintances who come to give him a surprise visit at this point in spring break. Surely it must be the postman with a package, a child selling cookies, among other possibilities.

Ding dong.

Wow, someone is impatience.

"I'm going, a moment please," Yuki said while putting on his shoes. After opening the door and seeing the person, his heart almost stopped as Yuki swore by his life that he thought he saw Sora's silhouette in front of him with a smile. However, that warmth turned to panic at the sight of the girl wearing a maid suit, and instead of dark white hair, she had castle hair pulled back.

"Good morning, Yuki-sama," greeted the maid with extreme kindness and sweetness...Akane Taira stands at his door, greeting him with great respect.

the same respect she only had for Utsuro.

"AHH!" Yuki uselessly tries to contain his scream of horror takes steps back to stumble down the entrance step, falling ass.

"Yuki-sama?!" in a microsecond, he had Akane Taira in front of him with evident concern for the sudden scream, "is something wrong!?

You! What are you doing here?! You should be licking Utsuro's foot while planning my abduction.

"N-is nothing... I just thought I saw a spider in front of me..." Yuki excused himself, looking away. It was the best he could develop his mind at this frantic speed. With the look that Akane dedicated to him, she knew perfectly well that she didn't believe her but left the subject there for some reason.

The maid sighs, "don't scare me like this again, Yuki-sama. Your well-being is my biggest job. Besides, you made me think I look so ugly that I scare you."

"O-of course not. You are always beautiful." Yuki quickly replied, clarifying for themselves is the facet of Sora is the only one who is considered beautiful. "Whatever brings you to my house, Taira-san?"

"Akane-chan."

"Huh?"

"We made an agreement, I remember. I would let you attend to certain matters at his complete disposal in exchange for me informally calling you," Akane replied, looking at him sternly as he pointed his finger at him accusatorily, although slightly blushing.

I prefer to suffer the combined pain of all those killed in the two school games... although if I can have her on my side, for now, it would be stupid to complain.

"My mistake... Akane-chan" would cost Yuki less to admit having a gay affair with I.A Mikado. Sure, Akane is the original body of Sora, but knowing the whole story of the original still feels weird.

"Okay, we'll work on it," Akane replied, downplaying it "for now, we must go to the base with others. Nikei gets crazy if you are not, and Hajime is tired of being everyone's nanny while we are not there."

...No, no, no, no.

As he said nothing, Akane found out. "Yuki-sama. Don't tell me that you forgot Void's party to celebrate our entry into Hope Peak Academy?" Akane asked angrily, carrying her arms through her.

"Unavailable, Iroha-chan will get very sad if she finds out. You must improve your facets as a leader. Remember that thanks to you and your generosity, we have hope."

In this timeline, is the real Yuki Maeda the leader of the Void organization? Same where Akane Taira follows him as her personal maid?

Stupid heavenly luck, sometimes I would beg you to let me kill myself.