A/N: While Akechi spends his time with the male inmates, why don't we check in on Abbott and see how she's doing with the female inmates? But first, just so you guys know I didn't intend to write this post this way as I never intended for the role of protagonist to be shared between Akechi and Abbott. I thought about it doing that at first but I reconsidered because I thought it would be too needless and wordy. But after looking at the reviews for the last post it appears a lot of you want to see Abbott's point of view in all this as well. So from now on I will have parts in the story which are specifically told from her POV. I'm not going to promise that this is going to happen all the time, as I still plan for Akechi to be the main protagonist, but hopefully it will happen just enough so you guys can have your fill of her.

Speaking of which, I'm so glad everybody likes Akechi and Abbott so far, and I'm glad that you all thought I was able to portray the male OCs perfectly. Let's hope I can do as much justice for the female OCs, fingers crossed.

Notes for reading: (Eliza/Kogoro): Means narration, normally the narration would just be specified with pronouns like you or I but since we're suddenly changing narrators this is to specify who's talking during the change. Instead of completely printed word, think of it like an anime's narration.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danganronpa.

Prologue, Part 3 – Locked up with criminals 18/18

"Are you for real?!" Noriaki exclaimed.

"Good on you, chum!" Adam exclaimed.

"Nicely done," said Damion.

Lucius chuckled. "Weren't you the one who said it was a meaningless effort to waste my time trying to pick the lock?"

"I retract my previous statement, you get a gold star," Damion replied in a condescending tone.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's leave while we still can," said Noriaki.

"Hang on, while I agree that all of this is a little suspicious I don't think we should just make a run for it," said Yosuke. "What if this prison really is on the up and up? We could get even more time added to our sentences for trying to escape."

"I agree, I don't want to make unnecessary trouble," said Victor.

"I'm already serving eight consecutive life sentences, more time added is of no concern to me," said Damion. "Plus, that's only if we get caught, or are you too much of a wuss to even try to escape?"

"Be forewarned, if any of you vile demons dares try to escape I will execute you where you stand," said Ginrou in a threating manner.

"Aren't you serving time here too? Don't you want to leave at all?" Taichi asked, speaking up for the first time.

"Yeah, you idiot. For once think of the bigger picture. You want to serve God, right? Well right now, God wants to get the hell out of here," said Noriaki. "Listen to Tenshi's infinite wisdom and let us go."

"Blasphemous cur! Do not order me around! I only follow orders from the one true God! I am a weapon for him to use as he sees fit! And what God wants is to punish the guilty! So I warn you again, try to escape and I will strike you down without hesitation!" Ginrou shouted.

"Look why don't we make a deal? You help us escape and once we're outside the prison walls you can kill all of us if you want," said Damion.

"I know better than to trust a vile snake like you," said Ginrou. Then he sighed. "However, I must admit it would appease God's vengeful wrath if more guilty sinners are punished by me. Very well, I will help you until we have escaped to the safety of the outside world, but not a second longer. The moment we step outside I will execute each and every one of you without mercy."

I sweatdropped. "Not even going to give us a head start?"

Lucius groaned. "Are we going or not?! Come on, this is becoming tedious!"

"Yes, we're going. Come on guys, pull it together. I don't know about the rest of you but I do not want to spend the rest of my life in this cramped cell," I replied.

"Fair point," Yosuke said with a sigh. "Alright I guess, I'm in too."

"You hear that Kiwi?! We're going to be as free as you! We get to fix even more people! Yay!" Koro exclaimed.

Lucius kicked open the cell door and it open with a loud metal clank. "Come on men, to freedom!" he exclaimed.

And one by one we filed out of the cell, Koro being the last one to exit. Damion took note of the staircase ahead of us. "To the stairs, they should get us out of here." Then we all started to make a break for the staircase.

STORY PAUSE

(KOGORO'S VERSION)

(Eliza): Not so fast, you're getting ahead of yourself Akechi-kun.

(Kogoro): Abbott-san?! Why are you trying to take over my story? At this crucial point of all times too?

(Eliza): You forget yourself, Akechi-kun. We're supposed to be telling this story together, remember?

(Kogoro): What? I don't remember this being in the script. Where the hell is the director?

(Eliza): It was a last minute change. We still have to introduce the rest of the cast and the director thought I was better fit for that role.

(Kogoro): What? Why? This is supposed to be my story.

(Eliza): I don't know. Why would they choose me of all people to replace you? Oh wait, I've got it. I'm a girl, of course I'm a better fit to introduce the other girls.

(Kogoro): That's not true, I was planning on introducing the other girls when I came to save you.

(Eliza): Oh right, because one guy talking to me and nine other girls in a span of a few minutes isn't weird. Just accept the script change, it's actually better this way.

(Kogoro): But how are we even going to plan this out? I come to save you and the others in a matter of seconds.

(Eliza): Elementary, my dear Akechi-kun. We'll simply rewind time. We're outside the story now, the laws of physics don't apply to us.

(Kogoro): That doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I guess it's kind of a standard trope. Alright, proceed. I kind of wanted to take a break anyway.

(Eliza): Very well, now sit back and observe how a real narrator does it. Now then, hello young readers. From this point forward this is my story, so I please ask that you treat me like you normally treat Akechi-kun. The story will remain the same, the only difference is I'm doing the narration now so things are going to be a little more cheerful from here on out. All set? Good. Then let's begin. I woke up around the same time Akechi-kun so we'll rewind the clock back…let's say…fifteen minutes.

STORY PLAY

(ELIZA'S VERSION)

"Hey, can you hear me?" I heard someone call out to me. "She's still not waking up, what should we do?"

"She's been knocked out for hours now. Do you think she might not ever wake up?" I heard another person reply.

"If she doesn't, then we may never know the reason behind our current living space," another person replied.

"Wait, what do you mean?" the second person replied.

"You don't recognize her? This is our current supervisor and warden. She should've come and talked to each one of us about relocating here. Or at least she told me as much when she came and visited me," the third voice explained.

I heard another person gasp. "That's right! I knew I recognized her from somewhere! She's the girl who knows Kogoro-kun! She told me if I agreed to come here I could see him again!"

"Wait, did you say Kogoro? His last name wouldn't happen to be Akechi would it?" the third person asked the fourth person.

"Yes, it is. Do you know him too?" the fourth person asked in a curious tone.

"Somewhat," the third person replied. The third person sighed in exasperation. "Troublesome Goro."

"Wait did you bitches just say the name Kogoro Akechi? That name sounds familiar. Why? Could I have taken a bite out of him? Or maybe someone close to him? Describe him more, you filthy whore!" a fifth person suddenly shouted.

"Filthy whore?!" the fourth person exclaimed. "You don't have to be so mean. If you want to know more about Kogoro-kun I'll tell you. First of all, he's a priva…Kyaaaaa! Why did you just pinch my butt?!" the fourth person asked.

"Sorry, your ass looked so delectable that I couldn't help myself. I give it an 8/10. Minus two points for being attached to used goods," the third person replied.

"Why is everybody so mean to me?!" the fourth person replied in a blubbery tone.

With all the noise I started to stir. "Hey, if anybody still cares, I think she's starting to wake up," the first person said, clearly annoyed with everyone else.

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but when the first person tried to nudge me awake, I swatted her away and said in a sloppy manner, "Ugh…five more minutes."

The first person giggled. "That's not very lady like. Is it really that comfortable lying on those benches? My back still hurts from them."

"Come on, please wake up! You've got to talk to me about Kogoro-kun! It's been forever since I've seen him! You have to tell me what he's been up to!" the fourth person exclaimed.

"Ugh, stop screaming you dirty whore! You're giving me a migraine!" the fifth person screamed.

"You are a horrid human being, what I've heard about you is dead on accurate," the second person replied.

"Say that again you little chubby cunt, I dare you!" the fifth person replied.

The noise was getting on my nerves, in an effort to cover my ears I reached for my pillow so I could cover up my ears. Keep in mind, I thought I was just sleeping in my regular bed at the time. And instead of my soft, squishy pillow I found myself grabbing something else…ahem…something that I'm even more embarrassed to admit was even softer and squishier than my pillow. "Kyaaa! Umm…could you not touch me there. That area's very sensitive," the fourth person said in an odd manner. It sounded like she was twinging in pain.

"Why is the pillow telling me not to touch it?" I asked myself. "It's so soft and squishy, I want to bury my face in it."

"Umm…I appreciate your honesty…but like I said…that area's sensitive," the fourth person stuttered.

I was getting annoyed. In a fit of anger, I sat up on the bench and opened my eyes. "What is so God dammed important that I can't sleep in my own bed in…" then I got a look at my current surroundings, I was in a prison cell with a bunch of other girls, "…peace." Then I looked to where my right hand was and saw that I wasn't grasping my fluffy pillow, but the right breast of another girl who was incredibly busty. Her face was as red as a tomato and she looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Could you…please…let go?" the bust girl muttered in a low voice.

Without another thought I retracted my hand. "I'm so sorry! I…I was still dreaming! I thought you were my pillow, and I…I was grabbing on to you for comfort!" My face now matched the busty girl's face in color.

"It's okay, like you said you were still dreaming," a girl with light brown hair assured me. "Besides, Airi-chan won't hold anything against you. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Right, Airi-chan?" she asked the busty girl.

The busty girl took in a deep breath and then she nodded. "Yes, it's quite alright. You were actually pretty gentle for the most part."

A girl who wore a muzzle and a strait jacket cackled madly at the busty girl's comment. "If anybody knows how to rate that shit it would be you, you dirty whore!"

"God would somebody shut her up already!" a girl with dark brown pigtails shouted. "Every other word out of her mouth is an obscenity! Not to mention that annoying cackle of her's! She sounds like an honest to God witch!"

The muzzle-wearing girl stared at the girl with the pigtails, and then she began to lick her lips in a disgusting manner. "You know something? You're starting to look really tasty."

The girl with pigtails immediately began to cower and in mere moments she found herself hiding behind a white-haired tomboy. "Make her go away, Opal! Make her go away!" she exclaimed.

The tomboy glared at the muzzle-wearing girl. "Touch her, you die," she said in a cold manner.

"…" The muzzle-wearing girl found herself temporarily fazed. The tomboy had a really nasty death glare.

"You bit off more than you could chew…though in your case that's probably literal," a girl who wore a puffy sweater said to the muzzle-wearing girl.

The muzzle-wearing girl simply growled at the puffy sweater girl.

"What is going on?" I asked myself. "Where am I? And who are all of you?" I asked.

"Who are we? Isn't that question a little out of place to ask? After all, you came and visited each one of us in person, did you not Ms. Warden?" a girl who wore a rabbit-eared deerstalker hat asked.

"Ms. Warden?" I repeated in confusion. And that's when I realized that I knew who these girls were. I had met with them each individually weeks ago. I had presented them with the opportunity to come to Icarus where they would live in a modest state of luxury in exchange for the opportunity to study them. But that begged the question, why was I in a prison cell with them? I got up from the bench I was sitting on and made my way to the cell door. I peered through the bars and examined the surroundings. I recognized this place, this was indeed part of Icarus. Or rather, an area below Icarus. "How did you all get here? How did I get here? You were supposed to be brought to your individual cells up above. But why are we all down here instead?" I asked aloud, knowing full well the girls had as many answers as I did. Which of course was none.

"So this is Icarus then?" the girl who wore the rabbit-eared deerstalker asked.

"Yes, or rather it's an area below Icarus. You see, before my family purchased this island we did some research on it. It turns out that it once housed another prison which was used centuries ago to house Japan's worst criminals. Anyone who was shipped to this island was never seen again, a sentence here meant being erased from the Earth itself. Even mentioning the name of a person who was sent here was considered taboo and punishable by death. An inmate here did not have the right to exist, they were blocked from the sunlight, chained to the walls, and given just enough food and water to make sure they lived a long time and went mad from the darkness and despair that this place evoked. There's no real record of this place existing. Why would there be? People who came here didn't exist as well. There are only rumors, and in those rumors this place is only known by one name. 宮殿 の 絶望 (Kyuuden no Zetsubou), the Palace of Despair," Eliza explained.

"So if I'm hearing you correctly, then right now we're in the ruins of that prison that's not supposed to exist, right?" the girl with the puffy sweater replied.

Eliza nodded. "We were planning to have it remodeled eventually, and use it as solitary confinement. But until that project gets pushed through, no one's supposed to set foot down here…" I examined the surroundings and saw the security camera tucked away in the corner of the hall, "…this place has already been remodeled without my knowledge." I turned back to face the others. "Trust me, it looked a lot worse the last time I saw it. The stench of decay and despair was caked into the walls. Someone had it restored right under my nose."

"And how exactly do we not know that you're really behind all this nonsense?" the girl with the dark brown pigtails asked. "This could have been your plan all along. We already know that you're kind of twisted in the head to have such an interest in us. Who's to say you're not twisted enough to pull some elaborate experiment using this horrible place?"

I gasped. "No, I would never. This is far too barbaric, even by the standards of ancient prisons. The things they did here, even if it was to people who were considered too horrible to even exist, it's unforgivable. Please, you have to believe me, I had no intention of harming or letting you be harmed in any way. All I wanted to do was help you. I don't know what exactly is going on here, but I promise I will find out and put an end to it. I swear, as long as I'm around nothing bad will happen to you."

The girl with the dark brown pigtails glared at me. "I still don't trust her."

The white-haired tomboy shrugged her shoulders. "Mirai is entitled to her opinion, but I'm going to take the high road on this one. I'll trust you for now."

"Opal, you're supposed to be on my side!" the girl with the dark brown pigtails exclaimed.

"I guess the fact that you're imprisoned with us is enough cause to erase your suspicion…for now at least," said the girl who wore the rabbit-eared deerstalker hat. "Very well, you have my trust as well, Ms. Warden."

"I'll trust you too Eliza-chan. You may not remember, but you were very nice to me when I met you before. It felt nice, not being treated like a common criminal for once," said the girl with light brown hair.

The other girls agreed to give me the benefit of doubt as well…for now at least. A small victory I suppose. But let me just be clear to you guys as well, I am not behind this. My true motives for creating this prison may be at this time unclear to you, but please rest assured I am not out to hurt any one of my inmates. I truly from the bottom of my heart want to help them. Total reformation always has been and always will be my goal for the future. For them…and for myself. "Okay then, let's get down to business. Can anyone remember what happened to them before they woke up here?"

"I remember traveling in a police van, I was being transferred here at the time. And then suddenly I passed out, and when I woke up I was here," the girl who wore the rabbit-eared deerstalker hat replied.

"Same here," said the busty girl.

"Me too," said the girl with light brown hair.

It was the same for everyone. We all suddenly passed out in route to Icarus. Some of them remembered drinking some water that they were given, which was what happened to me as well. Others remembered feeling a sharp prick before passing out. It appeared that we had been drugged in different ways, but the end result was the same. We all woke up here after an unknown amount of time had passed. Someone went through a lot of trouble with drugging and kidnapping us. But why? And for what purpose? Oh well, it was clear that those questions weren't going to be answered at that moment. So why don't we get to the introductions now? Where to start? Oh I know, how about we start with our friendly, neighborhood busty girl?

She had curly voluminous reddish brown hair, hot pink colored eyes with magenta and pale pink eyeshadow complementing her well done black eye mascara look, and clear lightly tanned skin. She was very busty, especially for a girl her age. It was actually kind of a physics mystery as to how her skinny body frame could support that bust size. She wore a maroon baby doll silk dress that ended near her thighs, and there was a ribbon sash wrapped around her waist with a bright chocolate brown bow on the back with tails. She also wore black translucent stockings, maroon flat shoes with a bow on the front strap, a pink star barrette in her hair, and a silver charm bracelet with a rocking horse, clover, heart and diamond charm on it which was worn on her right wrist. She also carried a large magenta and black designer handbag, which was slung over her right shoulder.

AIRI SHIMIZU

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE PROSTITUTE

As you might've guessed from her appearance, Shimizu's crimes are of a sexual nature. But it's not her fault that she does what she does. When she was a child, her parents died in a plane crash and she was sent to live with her aunt. Shimizu may disagree, but her aunt was a horrible human being. She had a bad gambling addiction and soon enough found herself up to her eyeballs in debt. So around her preteen years when her body started to develop, Shimizu was forced by her aunt to sell her body so she could pay the bills for the both of them. All the while, the only job her aunt ever had was lounging around all day and then going out at night and gambling away the money that Shimizu earned by letting men defile her over and over again. But Shimizu never held her troubles against her aunt, it's just not in her nature to despise somebody that much.

Now you're probably asking yourself, how was Akechi-kun connected to someone like Shimizu, right? Well, how does anyone who works with the police come to know someone in her line of work? Sex crimes. Around her sixteenth birthday, Shimizu's aunt found herself in debt to a local gang of Yakuza, and she ended up offering her niece as payment to them. Horrible, right? It gets worse. It's just not in Shimizu's nature to think less of others, no matter how much they hurt her. Which is why she couldn't come to grasp with the fact that her aunt sold her. Akechi-kun happened to be working on a sting operation with the police to bring down the Yakuza gang and end their sex trafficking trade. On the day of the raid, Akechi-kun rescued Shimizu personally. She was crying, and he just wanted to make her feel better. So Akechi-kun promised that any time she needed him, he would be there for her. It was about a month later when he heard she had been arrested for solicitation. It wasn't like she had a choice to go back to that life though. Where was she supposed to go? Her only remaining family member sold her after all. Akechi-kun only visited her once in prison, but that was to mainly tell her off for being so stupid. He told her, all she had to do was ask for his help and he would be there, and yet she didn't choose to rely on him. After that she wrote to him sometimes, but he never wrote her back. Sad, isn't it? I nearly cried when I heard her story myself.

"So Eliza-chan, is Kogoro-kun here with you too?" Airi asked me.

"As far as I know, yes. He was with me when I was drugged so I assume they got to him as well," I replied.

Airi looked worried. "I really hope he's okay. I have to see him again; I just have to. If only to tell him that I'm sorry I let him down. Does he know that I'm here?"

I nodded. "He knows, but he didn't say anything about you personally. I'm sorry, I know that's probably not what you want to hear."

Airi sighed. "It's fine. He was really upset with me last time anyway. He might not even want to see me at all. And I can't blame him for that." She was trying to not get so depressed about it, but I could tell just by looking at her that she meant the opposite of what she said.

I remembered thinking one thought then. 'Could she possibly love, Akechi-kun?' After our conversation, Airi sat down on one of the benches inside the cell and decided to spend some time alone with her thoughts.

Alright then, next how about we talk about another person Akechi-kun knows well? I'm talking of course about the girl who wore the rabbit-eared deerstalker hat. She had messy orange hair that was tied into low hanging twin tails, a large, bright aqua-colored right eye (her left eye was covered in bandages and hidden behind the tip of her deerstalker hat), a fair skin tone, and a slim and petite figure. Her outfit, as Akechi-kun might describe could be considered as something out a Magical Girl detective themed children's anime. Her bunny-eared deerstalker hat was lavender in color and she wore it over her bandaged left eye. She also wore a purple cape that was knee length, tied with a ribbon, tartan patterned, and had two bunny-shaped front pockets. In addition to that she also wore a mandarin white shirt that was not only sleeveless, but the torso was dress-length and hid a pair of cargo shorts with many pockets, a pair of white knee socks, and a pair of brown loafers. This my friends, is the whimsical bunny-themed "detective", Yoko Ketsukari.

YOKO KETSUKARI

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE NAPOLEON OF CRIME

Yoko Ketsukari, by far one of the most interesting inmates that I scouted for Icarus. Little is known about her early childhood, mainly because she herself doesn't even remember it, or her real name for that matter. She was found, dazed and confused, one day by a boy who would later become her brother and best friend. The young boy named Lavy lived with his uncle, a former detective, and from a very young age had an interest in becoming a detective as well. Ketsukari soon developed an interested in the art of detection as well and from then on she and Lavy decided to become junior detectives and solve any case that they came across. What started out as solving innocent, childish cases in their youth soon blossomed and matured into the detective pair forming a club of youths that focused solely on crime fighting. Using their new resources, they put their efforts into solving some of the toughest and most mysterious criminal cases imaginable. However, there fun would soon end when they took on a famous serial murder case known simply as the Black Goat murders. Ketsukari and Lavy were actually very close to solving the case but unfortunately a nosy reporter soon leaked their findings to the media and the culprit behind the Black Goat murders focused their sights on them. Out of fear of their lives, some of the other members of their club deserted them, but a few loyal ones stayed behind. And in the end Ketsukari, Lavy, and the other members were ambushed by the serial killer. They escaped but at great cost.

They lost all the evidence and one of their members. Many people criticized their efforts, saying that their targeting the Black Goat killer made him agitated and even worse than before, and as a result the club was officially disbanded. That's when Ketsukari started to change for the worse. She started a private business of criminal consulting after the foul up with the serial murder case. Her logic at the time was that if criminals didn't play fairly then why should she? So she decided the best way to catch criminals would be to lure them into her own personal spider web by promising to help them with their crimes and cover up the indiscretions that they left in their wake as well. But what she was really doing was gaining the criminals confidence so she could later gain all the evidence she needed to take them down and deliver them to the police. She purposely increased the notoriety of each criminal she helped so when she caught them her fame would increase along with it, as well as her recognition as a true detective. The government soon recognized Ketsukari's efforts and was about to make her an honorary detective like Akechi-kun. But Akechi-kun later discovered Ketsukari's side business and exposed her as the fraud and criminal she truly was. It's been about a year since then and Ketsukari has shown some remorse for all the crimes that she helped facilitate. But in the end the cruel justice system doesn't care about forgiveness, only punishment.

Yoko reached into one of her cargo shorts' pockets and pulled out a pink tobacco pipe. "Want some, Ms. Warden?" she offered me.

"I don't smoke," I replied.

"Neither do I," Yoko replied as she brought to pipe up to her mouth and took a bite out of it. "They're candy tobacco pipes, a variation of candy cigarettes sold overseas. I used to eat five of these a day, but I haven't had any in months. They're kind of hard to get in prison. So I've been saving my supply for when I was really craving them. Sitting here in a cramped cell, waiting out possible death for unknown circumstances seems like as good a time as any to break them out."

"How have you been hiding those this long anyway?" I asked.

"Trade secret. And if you're worried about them being stale, don't worry it's a mix of hard candy and gum so it keeps for a long time," Yoko replied. "So again, I ask. Want some?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a yellow candy tobacco pipe.

I accepted the candy and nibbled on it. "Mmm, this is really sweet."

"Sugar helps the brain, and God knows we need all the brain power we can muster right now to get out of here," Yoko replied.

"Well there's just a lock keeping us from getting out of here. Do you know how to pick locks by any chance?" I asked.

"Of course I do; what kind of detective do you take me for?" Yoko asked in a condescending tone.

"You mean former detective, you were arrested, remember?" I replied.

"Touché, Ms. Warden. Touché. But it doesn't really matter, I tried earlier but I think there's something wrong with the lock. There's something inside the keyhole that's preventing the tumblers from being manipulated. Someone must have sabotaged it. We've got no choice but to wait and see what happens for now," said Yoko.

"That's easy for you to say you little bunny bitch! I can't stand being in here much longer! I'm fucking starving! I haven't eaten anything all fucking day! I was supposed to receive my daily protein supply when I arrived here, and now I'm on the verge of breaking down!" the muzzle-wearing girl exclaimed. Yoko produced a blue candy tobacco pipe from her pocket and presented it to the muzzle-wearing girl. The muzzle-wearing girl growled and smacked the candy out of Yoko's hand, and the candy fell down to the dirty floor below.

"Hey that was good candy!" Yoko exclaimed.

"Shut the fuck up! I don't need any of that disgusting, sugary shit! I need meat! You hear me?! Protein! Nothing else will do! I'm a fucking carnivore! Nothing else will satisfy me!" the muzzle wearing girl exclaimed. Then she calmed down and weird look appeared on her face. She smiled at Yoko and flashed her gnarly, sharp canine-like teeth. "Like rabbit meat. You look very tasty right now." In response to the muzzle-wearing girl's advances, Yoko moved back away from her and closer to me. The muzzle-wearing girl looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please, you know about my dietary needs. I need protein or else I get very, very cranky."

"I'm fully aware of your condition, unfortunately I don't have what you need on me right now. You're just going to have to wait," I replied.

"You're asking the impossible, you stupid bitch! I need food!" the muzzle-wearing girl shouted in my face.

Before things get out of hand, let me tell you a little bit about Ms. Congeniality here. Her name is Kaori Takenaka, and she's another interesting inmate I selected for Icarus. Why is she interesting exactly? Well basically, her dietary needs make her interesting. Takenaka is a cannibal. That's right as in a person who eats people. But before I explain any more let me tell you more about her physical appearance. She was tall and so skinny, that her bones were nearly visible. Her skin was quite pale, as if she had never been out in the sunlight and lacked vitamin D immensely. Her hair was long, wild, and purple in color and it covered her ears and the right side of her face. Her eyes were red and her lids were baggy, making it seem like she was sleep deprived, and she had long, sharp canines like a vampire. She had a visible scar on her bottom lip, and she only had one arm, her right arm. She wore a plain white straitjacket that restrained her arm, and a custom made muzzle that looked like a freaky bear trap. The muzzle had multiple tubes on the side that were linked to a special device that was strapped to her like a backpack. She also wore a pair of stretchy black pants that were torn near the ankles.

KAORI TAKENAKA

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE CANNIBAL

Kaori Takenaka's life was never perfect, but it took an even more drastic turn when her father died in a car accident. Her mother was devastated by the incident, so much so that she started to get hysterical, saying that Takenaka would die if she ever left the house. And so her mother began to lock her inside for her "protection". This went on for a few weeks until they ran out of food, but despite that, her mother refused to let her leave. More weeks passed and eventually Takenaka tried to eat anything she cold find, including bugs, dirt, and carpet fibers. And then she eventually snapped and in a state of delusion she grabbed a kitchen knife and cut off her left arm and ate it. Her mother was horrified when she found out what her daughter had done, but when she tried to stop her, Takenaka lunged at her and sunk her teeth into her neck. It was the first "real meal" she had in over a month and she loved every bite of it. And after that she broke out of her apartment and began killing unsuspecting victims and eating them for over the span of a month before she was finally caught by the police, and our lovable Akechi-kun who at the time was only a kid himself. Apparently he had stumbled upon one of Takenaka's feedings by accident and led the police straight to her.

She was in pretty bad shape when she was finally arrested. She was like a rabid dog who was ready to bite anyone and anything that crossed her path. And so, she was heavily rehabilitated for six years until she could finally talk "normally" again. This was around the time that I visited her in her mental asylum, and promised her that with a little time and her continued effort I could one day cure her of her insatiable need to consume human flesh. Her behavior was learned after all, animal instinct took her over to maintain her survival, which meant that with a lot of work there was a way for her to become fully human again.

Kaori started whimpering like a dog. "Please, I'm starving. You have to have something on you. It doesn't even have to be raw, it could be well done for all I care. I just need meat."

Then someone waved a stick of beef jerky in front of Kaori's face. The white-haired tomboy offered Kaori the beef jerky. "Here, it's been in my pocket since I got locked up. I just got these clothes back this morning before I was transferred here so I had no idea I had it on me. I sometimes eat this when I'm hunting and have to stay stationary, they're good for keeping up with energy. But like I said it's been in my pocket for quite some time so it's probably exp…"

"Stop teasing me and just give it! Put it through one of the holes in my muzzle!" Kaori shouted.

"Try and bite me, you die," the white-haired tomboy replied in a threatening tone. Then she inserted the beef jerky into one of the holes in Kaori's muzzle, and Kaori happily chewed every bite of it.

"Opal, you shouldn't feed the animals so carelessly, this isn't a zoo," said the girl with the dark brown pigtails.

"Don't worry Mirai, she's in no position to attack," the white-haired tomboy replied. Then she gently stroked Kaori's back as if she really was an animal. "Good girl."

When Kaori was done with the beef jerky she replied, "Thank you for the food, but don't you dare treat me like a dog again you stupid, little bitch." Then she went off to sit in a back corner by herself. There was another girl sitting in the back who hadn't said a word up to this point. When Kaori came close to her, she simply moved further away from her. Apparently she had no interest in conversing with the cannibal.

"See Mirai, all bark and no bite," the white-haired tomboy replied.

"You're too careless, Opal. One of these days that attitude of yours is going to get you killed," the girl with the dark brown pigtails replied.

"Aww, lighten up. I'm not going to leave you. If I did you'd be completely lost without me. I don't want that on my conscience," the white-haired tomboy replied with a giggle.

The girl with the dark brown pigtails puffed up her cheeks in annoyance. "You're so mean, Opal."

Alright, why don't I introduce you to these two next? Mirai Reveuse and Opal Kaido, childhood friends that act more like sisters in arms. Their previous occupation was in corporate espionage, where they would sell their skills to the highest corporate bidder under the alias of the incredible duo of Hack Attack.

Mirai had dark brown hair that she wore up in buns with pigtails. The pigtails went down to her back. She had side swept bangs, as well as a pair of curious orange eyes. Her skin was somewhat pale, and she had a tattoo of a fragmented part of a star on her left hand. And she wore purple arm warmers that almost covered her hands completely and went up past her elbows. She also wore a white tank top, with a somewhat sweater-like purple skirt hiked up to her waist, a pair of brown boots, a pair of white stockings, and a pair of thick, square, black glasses.

Opal had short, somewhat messy white hair that gave her more of a masculine look, with cold, blue eyes. She had a peach color to her skin and a fragmented star tattoo on her right hand. She wore a white dress shirt, with a black vest that started at her waist, paired with a maroon tie. She also wore a black pair of slacks, with a pair of maroon tuxedo shoes, and a golden watch. And her tie had a white rose brooch pinned to it.

MIRAI REVEUSE AND OPAL KAIDO

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE HACKER AND ULTIMATE HITWOMAN

Little is known about Hack Attack's past, save for the fact that they have been friends since childhood and are never seen apart. A few years ago they first appeared as a rumor in the criminal underworld. They would accept any task given to them as long as the pay was good, and due to their particular skills most of their clients were major corporations with very questionable business methods. Reveuse, a master hacker had a reputation for being completely untraceable. She had made her and Kaido's cyber footprint virtually non-existent which is why it took so long for them to finally be tracked down. While Kaido, a master Hitwoman had a reputation for always getting her target. She actually thought of each assassination she was given as a hunt and her target her prey, and had a bad habit of leaving a calling card at the scene of each one of her assignments. A single white rose. Finally, after years of off the books operations, the police managed to find one of Hack Attack's clients who was willing to cooperate in order to finally put the duo behind bars. When they were finally caught, people were shocked to find out that the mysterious duo was actually just two teenage girls with a knack for causing mischief. But their impressive client list speaks for itself.

"So Abbott-chan, may I ask you a question?" the girl who wore the puffy sweater suddenly asked me.

"Well technically you just asked me a question," I replied with a giggle.

She laughed. "Right, anyways I just wanted to know if by any chance the cameras installed down here were your idea as well."

I shook my head. "I didn't even know this area was already being refurbished, much less that security cameras were being installed here."

She nodded in understanding and then produced a small little ball from her bag and showed it to me. "And you don't know about these either then?"

"What's that?" I asked in reply.

"It's another camera, albeit a tinier one. I found it earlier, it was wedged in a small opening in the wall back there," she pointed to the back of the cell. "I'd wager there's one in each cell in here, and counting the one that's monitoring the corridor, this entire area is under surveillance. If you didn't order surveillance for this area, then may I ask a follow-up question?"

"…" I nodded in reply.

"Are the other areas of Icarus also this heavy with surveillance?" she asked.

"No…or at least they shouldn't be," I said in an unsure tone. "They must have been added without my knowledge, I swear. There's a difference between security and knowingly disrupting privacy."

"Really? You think so? I actually think it's brilliant. I was going to applaud you on the efforts you've taken here. In my personal opinion, you can never have too many cameras when dealing with a prison exclusively for master criminals. But if you didn't do it, then that means the person who ordered us to be drugged and kidnapped did. It appears we're about to stumble into something very interesting. Truth be told, I thought coming here would be kind of boring but now it looks like things are heating up. I think I'm going to hold onto this little guy, and if our overseer really is watching, maybe have a nice little one-sided conversation with them. Anyway, that's all I needed to know. Tata." Then the girl who wore the puffy sweater, looking very giddy, fluttered off to the other side of the cell.

"Hmm, she's very interesting. What can you tell me about her?" Yoko asked me while she continued to nibble on her candy.

"Not really anything," I replied.

"Hmm? How do you mean?" Yoko asked.

"All I know is her name, other than that she's a ghost," I replied.

"But how is that possible? I thought you interviewed each and every one of us personally? Didn't you choose her as one of the inmates to be transferred here?" Yoko asked.

"Everyone except for her. One day my father told me that he was fine with me having total control over Icarus as long as I allowed him one tiny request. He wanted one of the eighteen inmates I selected to be a girl named Mana Aiso. He wouldn't tell me why, and when I asked for her file, the one I received had everything in it redacted. The only part of her file that wasn't blacked out was her name and a list of prior offenses. Other than that, she's a complete mystery.

She was a short chubby girl with dark rimmed, black glasses who wore a big puffy cream white turtleneck sweater, under which she wore a white tank top. She also wore a pair of loose, dark black jeans, and a black messenger bag over her shoulder that had several red and gold tags hanging off of it and a red stripe around it. In addition to this she had a set of three golden coins on a necklace made of red ribbon. Her shoes were simple complementary latte brown loafers. Her hair was a dark brown in color and was smooth and short, framing her face down to around her chin before flipping up at the ends with an ahoge that stuck up but curls a bit into a slight swirl. She had a soft face that seemed to constantly have a mellow, slightly amused expression on it with round chartreuse-colored eyes.

MANA AISO

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE ? ? ?

All I know is her name and the fact that she's had trouble with the law. Over a hundred counts of obstruction of justice is no joke. But other than that, I have no idea who she is.

"Ooh, a girl of mystery, eh? Sounds just like my type. I love a good mystery, especially when it involves a cute girl," said the girl with the mask. She sat down next to me and Yoko and impeded in our conversation. "At first I was thinking that no one here is my type. I mean just look around." She pointed to Airi. "She's clearly got a thing for this Kogoro guy." Then she pointed to Kaori. "She is clearly crazy." Then to Mirai and Opal. "The two of them clearly have repressed feelings for one another." Then she pointed to the girl with light brown hair. "She's clearly straight." Then to the girl who hadn't said a single word yet. "And her…actually her I can't get a read on."

"Well here's one mystery solved, you're clearly gay," Yoko replied.

"Oh thank you! Yes, I'm typically very happy," the girl with the mask replied.

"Not what I meant, I meant the fact that you like girls," Yoko clarified.

"Oh you meant the modern day version of the word. You have to clarify, the Lupin bloodline has been around for centuries. As a matter of fact, I'm the seventh reincarnation of Arsene Lupin. I've lived many, many lives so it's hard to keep the languages straight. You're just lucky one of my past lives was lived in Japan otherwise I wouldn't be able to understand you at all, dear detective. You are a detective aren't you? The rabbit façade aside, your appearance strikes a chord within me that I've haven't felt since I did a battle of wits with a man who wore that same kind of outfit."

"Do you mean Sherlock Holmes?" Yoko asked with a sweatdrop.

"Sherlock Holmes? Who is this man you speak of, some cheap imitation? I'm talking about the great detective Herlock Sholmes," the girl with the mask replied. "Yes, he and I shared quite the daring battle of wits. I would pull a heist and he would try to figure out where I would strike next." She sighed in reminiscence. "Good times."

"You know I've been in here with her for hours and I still haven't been able to figure it out," Yoko whispered to me. "Does she really think she's Arsene Lupin? As in the fictional gentleman thief?"

"Yes, she does," I replied in a whisper. "But her real name is Mireille DuMonte."

"I heard that! Mireille is merely the vessel through which the great Lupin bloodline flows! She is not the greatest thief in the world! I am! I have to remind people over and over again! Mireille DuMonte is not me!" the girl with mask shouted at us. Then she calmed down and sighed in exhaustion. "That spat made me very weary. I think I shall retire, let us finish our conversation another day." Then she walked over to the opposite side of the cell and sat down next to the girl who hadn't spoken yet. In response to this the girl who hadn't spoken yet decided to come over to Yoko and I's side of the cell. She sat down on the bench a few centimeters to our right.

Anyways about Mireille. She had an athletically fit build, toned muscles, ample bosom, and freckles on her cheeks like me. She also had a pair of bright blue eyes, and long black hair done in a braid that reached the middle of her back. She wore a dress black shirt, a white bow tie, a white overcoat worn unbuttoned, and a pair of white gloves. Her mask was white in color and of the china domino style, with gold leaf around the eyes. She also wore small ruby earrings in both of her ears, a white top hat with a red silk band around the brim, a mid-calf-length white cape, white long-legged pants, a pair of black socks, and a pair of black wingtip shoes.

MIREILLE DUMONTE

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE PHANTOM THIEF

Mireille DuMonte was born in a small town in Northern France. Ever since she was able to read, DuMonte was enamored with the adventures of Arsene Lupin and his daring heists. She dreamed of being just like him and getting the world abuzz with her exploits. At the age of thirteen, she was about to attempt a daring robbery of her local jewelry store. However, an attack of nervousness caused her to scrap the job before it began. Upset, but undeterred, DuMonte began an extensive training plan designed to better her agility and her lock picking skills. Finally, two years later, she debuted her thief persona Lupin VII by pulling a night-time robbery of the very jewelry store that proved so daunting before. Snagging over one-hundred million Euros in loot, the only trace of her that the police could find was a card with the words "Lupin VII was here".

Over the next two years, Lupin VII moved on to bigger and more elaborate heists culminating in the amazing theft of the Crown Jewels of England during a globally broadcasted visit by the Queen. Appearing out of thin air, she took the jewels from their case, smirked and left. The police were led on a five-hour chase before they lost sight of her and gave up. I remembered seeing part of the chase first hand as my family was at the palace during the Queen's visit. Truth be told, I was actually sort of rooting for Lupin VII. I was kind of sad when she was finally caught by the Turkish police for her final failed heist. But I was so excited that I would actually get the chance to meet and study her in person. To be honest, I was star struck the moment I met her. And then I actually met her and saw just how demented she truly was. Don't meet your heroes.

"She completely believes that she's Arsene Lupin VII," I explained to Yoko. "Since she's been caught she's never once responded to the name Mireille DuMonte, and she refuses to take off that mask. She takes role play to a whole new level."

But enough about Mireille, let's move on to the next inmate. Why don't we talk about the silent girl now? She had short, thick white hair that reached her chin, her bangs framed and concealed most of her face, and she had a crescent moon-shaped ahoge on the top middle part of her hair. Despite her white hair, she had brown eyebrows. She also had purple cat-shaped eyes and she had slightly tan skin. She was lightly on the chubby side but not unhealthy, which showed in her slightly chubby cheeks and pear shaped body. She had a mole on the bottom corner of her right eye and she was slightly flat-chested. She also had deep bags under her eyes. She wore a long, oversized pastel-blue sweater-jacket that covered most of her hands, over a white, puffy-short sleeved button up shirt with a bow cravat and peter pan collar. She also wore a light-purple plaid skirt, a pair of white and soft thigh highs, and a pair of brown Japanese loafers. She also wore a pair of purple glasses, a purple choker around her neck, and a purple artist's beret on her head. And she carried a brown, leather messenger bag that she was hugging tightly.

FUYU TACHIBANA

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE FORGER

Now just by looking at this girl you can tell she's an artist, right? Well unfortunately, she's not a real artist. Though if you told her that she would probably get very upset. Since she was fifteen, Fuyu Tachibana has dedicated herself to becoming a master forger. It began at first as just a need for money to pay for her younger sister's medical bills. She sought out a conman who would be able to steal the money she needed to help save her sister's life. Then a conman named Haru appeared and he noted her beautiful penmanship skills. Tachibana had always had a love for art and calligraphy and over the years she had developed her penmanship to a very unique degree. Haru promised to get the money on one condition - Tachibana would have to team up with him by forging signatures for the rest of his conman days. She accepted his offer and began to become the forger she is today, learning everything she now knows from her conman mentor.

From phony documents to phony art pieces. In total, the amount of signatures she has forged is up in the four-hundreds and she remembers how to forge each and every one of them. So I guess, in a very criminal-like way she is a true artist, as it took three years before anyone caught on to her.

Fuyu caught me staring at her, but instead of trying to flee from a conversation again she simply stared back at me. "Hi, it's been a while Tachibana-chan."

After a few moments of silence, she nodded and replied in a dead-pan voice, "Yes."

"Hey there's something I've been meaning to ask you. The first time I met you, I signed a form to push through your prison transfer right in front of you. Do you by any chance remember how I signed my name? I realize it may seem demeaning to you to have to do this on command, but I was just cur…"

Before I could finish my sentence, Fuyu opened her messenger bag and retrieved a sketch pad and a pencil. She flipped to a blank page in her sketch pad and then pressed her pencil to the paper and began doodling. Then in mere moments she stopped moving her pencil and tucked it away behind her right ear. Then she showed me the sketch pad and I was surprised to see that she had copied my signature down to the last detail from seeing me write it just once. She even got the little flower that I used to dot the "i" in my name right. "How's this?" she asked.

"It's amazing. You really have an extraordinary talent," I replied.

"If it was really extraordinary, I wouldn't have gotten in trouble for doing it," Fuyu replied as she put her pencil and her sketch book back in her messenger bag. Then she turned away from me and decided that she wanted to be alone with her thoughts.

Alright one more to go, what do you say we go ahead and finish this up? You remember the girl with the light brown hair who was really nice to me before, right? Currently she was taking a little nap, I guess the excitement before was a little too much for her. Anyways allow me to describe her a little more. She had wavy light brown hair that reached just above her shoulders, soft almond-shaped light blue eyes, and fair skin that was slightly tanned. She wore a dark gray sweater with a white collar, a white skirt, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of black thigh high boots with white laces.

HINAGESHI OTSUKA

SOON TO BE DECLARED: ULTIMATE EPIGRAPHIST

Hinageshi Otsuka took an interest in the world of archaeology and history, due to her fascination with her parents' work as archeologists. She quickly learned about various graphemes and histories that her parents told her about. She identified many inscriptions on rocks, pillars, temple walls, copper plates and other writing material around Japan, showing that her talent was not a joke. She became one of the youngest epigraphists in the history of archeology. But soon things took a bitter turn when her parents and several other archaeologists discovered a newfound archaeological site. Somehow, several epigraphs and artifacts appeared in Otsuka's bag. It caused quite the ruckus because they were new discoveries about the Kamakura period. Both parents were shocked and immediately protested that Otsuka wasn't a child who would take what belongs to everyone, but the other archaeologists already annoyed with how their hard work almost got stolen by some kid refused to give Otsuka the benefit of the doubt.

She was arrested and charged with the theft of the priceless artifacts and she's been in prison ever since. To this day, she claims her innocence and insists that someone planted the artifacts in her bag. But due to the fact that there was no evidence relating to this theory, no one would ever hear her out. No one except for me. From the moment I met her, I don't know how exactly, but I just knew deep down that she was innocent. The reason I wanted her to come here to Icarus is because I felt that if I had the opportunity I could help her get her case overturned and help her get her life back on track. Of course she doesn't know about my goal yet.

Well then, that's all of them. Quite an interesting bunch, eh? A prostitute, a former detective, a cannibal, a hacker, a hitwoman, a ghost, a phantom thief, a forger, and a girl who may or may not be innocent. Now then, things have finally caught up with the present. Let's see what happens next shall we?

A/N: Next time, the inmates are finally introduced to the mutual killing game and of course Warden Monokuma. Look forward to Friday.