Prologue 3.5: The Unknown Players Part 2
Yo, Here's The Author here to deliver the second wave of characters. Bet you all thought this story was dead huh? Well guess what, I'm Notadeadguy for a reason. Haha
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...Car #1…
Entering the final car, I immediately hear the sound of beeping coming from my wrist. It was the black bracelet, it was flashing red. Pressing the button on it once more, I notice the message has changed:
"Players 3/9 have come to the Starting Point."
Starting Point? Start for what? The Opening Ceremony?
I scratch my head in frustration, knowing I got more questions than answers. What made it worse was that there was no one else here but Tomboy and Beanie (Lucille and Yuki). The two of them were arguing about who won that so-called challenge they had a few moments ago. I wasn't really listening though, so I kept to my own thoughts and tried to investigate.
Looking at every nook and cranny on this train car; hoping to find something useful. But alas, I find nothing but disappointment as this car was just like the others; Empty. Realizing that there was no point in searching any longer, I decided to rest on one of the many empty seats. It's kinda weird since the train's usually crowded, but hey, I'm not complaining.
"Maybe I should just take a rest…" I mumble to myself. I'm not afraid to admit this, but I'm kind of a couch potato. I don't like to put more effort into things more than necessary. After all, why should I waste my energy on meaningless stuff when I have more important things to do. I yawn once more and lay down on one of the seats; preparing to take a quick nap…
"HELLLLLOOOOOO!"
...Or Not.
My eyes immediately open and I turn to the direction of the noise. And right there, by the door… I saw Them.
"Hey there's even more people here! Are they Classmates too!?"
"... Probably, Harue. They're all the people we met so far."
"Cool!" Stalker's eyes glistened at Fatty's reply, but they were dimmed quickly after Redhead came bursting through the door in fright.
"Dog Monster! Dog Monster! Get away from me!" She screamed. The "dog monster" trying to follow and calm her down
"P-Please Wait!" He pleaded "I'm not a monster!"
Stripper, meanwhile, was casually watching the chase unfold, trying to talk with Shades when they came in. "My My, well aren't you a stud. You almost had us going there with the whole Statue thing sugar."
"..." Shades just stood there not sure of what to say until he pulled out his hat with a note written on it. Not really sure what it said, but Stripper seemed to be pleased with it.
"Huh, who are you guys?" Tomboy asked, finally noticing the barrage of idiots coming into the car. The first one to answer her was the stalker.
"Hi there, Harue Minami, Ultimate Freediver. I love the Ocean. Nice To meet you!" She furiously shook her hand
"Oh, Nice to you Harue." She answered. "You know, you look pretty cute, do people often compliment you for your hair?"
"You really think so?" Stalker fluffs her hair at Tomboy's flirting. The conversation between Stalker and Tomboy followed and soon almost everyone was involved in their meet and greet. Almost. After all, there's no way I'm joining them.
"This is turning into more trouble than what it's worth…" I mumble to myself, grouchy that my precious nap time was interrupted by these degenerates. I turn up the volume on my headphones in hopes of muting out their voices, but sadly it wasn't going to be that easy. One of them, Redhead, sat next to me and was trying to get my attention.
"Hey, How's it going?" She asks
I respond by turning the other way in an attempt to ignore her.
"Hey, you don't have to be so rude, I just wanna talk." She sat on the other side to get me to face her.
"Well I don't", I simply reply; clearly not interested in her.
"Well you're talking right now aren't ya?" She chuckled at her smart words.
I give out a simple "Hmph" before I go back and try to sleep. Sadly she wasn't letting up, and immediately started to poke me when I laid down. Putting up hands in surrender; I decided to let her speak.
"Ok make it quick." I show no remorse in showing my impatience with her, to which she looks at me with a sad face.
"You know, on my way here, I heard a lot about you from the others. You blew them off though, which hurt some of their feelings." She looked at me and smiled. "I really think you should apologize to them. We're all going to Hope's Peak, so it's better if we get along right?"
"No." I immediately turned her down.
She looked at me with a clearly shocked face, "Eh? W-why?"
"I don't get people." I replied.
"D-Don't get people? What do you mean?" She seemed to be confused. Sadly, I wasn't interested into going any further, so I decided to immediately shut her down and end this stupid conversation.
"Look, I don't wanna talk about it, so can you go and interact with those losers over there? I'm a little busy trying to catch some Z's so go-"
Boom!
Suddenly a loud explosion went off catching everyone in the car off guard. This caused us to jump up and take cover. A majority of us taking cover on the floor, while a few, including me, just laid on the chairs. The whole train was rumbling after the explosion, almost as if an earthquake followed the mysterious blast. This went on for a few minutes before everything finally calmed down. No one moved from their spots, however, and everyone stayed down until we all finally thought it was all safe and stood up. Well, except for Tomboy, she was still shivering in fear; crouching on the floor and closing her ears. Beanie was over there as well trying to comfort Tomboy from whatever she was going through. As for who went down in the chairs, I immediately realized that Redhead was latching on to me the whole time. Her embrace brought her body close to mine, she looked at me with some watery eyes, showing how scared she was. I had one thing to say to that.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" I try to forcefully pry the clingy Redhead off my body before she squeezed out all the air inside of my body.
However, her grip was strong and she didn't let up. "It was so Scary!" She cried, before using my shirt as a tissue. Great, now I'm covered in snot. I continue to groan until she finishes blowing her nose on me. Meanwhile everyone else was trying to makes sense as to what happened.
"What was that? Like that was way too surprising for my taste." Stripper complained
"I-I think something blew up." Wolfy tried to answer Stripper
"I think that's pretty obvious." Beanie replied, still comforting Tomboy who still looked to be shook up by the explosion. "You ok Lucy?"
Tomboy looked up, and stares at Beanie. "Forgive me Madamoiselle, I don't really like loud explosions. I must look like a pansy right?" She finally gets up
"Nah" Beanie replies, hugging Tomboy "You actually look cute."
Tomboy blushed. "Ehehehe… I should eh the one saying that."
I stared at them and tried to hold my barf. I was never one for public affections like this, they always made me feel uncomfortable being around them. I find it absolutely disgusting and I usually am close to vomiting if some "Mushy Gushy" Love is happening around me. At least do it where no one can see you, this isn't some stupid fanfic after all.
Fortunately, Stalker's cluelessness managed to kill th awkward mood and saved me the trouble of vomiting on Redhead.
"... I don't really know what just happened, but the good news is that we're alive right?" Stalker nudged her elbow at Wolfy
"H-huh? Oh yes! Of course!" He tried to sound confident, but he was cowardly hiding behind his hoodie. Immediately after, Stalker began to hound him on more questions, involving his appearance. The girl was completely over the explosion, passing it off as nothing. Everyone else, wasn't so upbeat and continued to ask questions amongst themselves.
"Hey Guys!" Someone calls out, silencing us all.
We all turn our attention to the voice and see Fatty.
How long was he standing there? I almost forgot he was here in the first place.
"Yes Sergay?" Stalker eagerly ask hims
Fatty just stood there, thinking for for a whole minute, before he finally spoke.
"... Yukata wants to say something." He says pointing to Shades.
I slam my head on Redhead in disappointment. All that thinking, and it's not you who wanted to talk? This is getting on my nerves.
We all turn to Shades who seemed to be writing something. Nice he was done, he showed us the paper and we all stared at it to see what it was.
"The train has stopped you guys."
We all took a minute to process what Shades write down before we all looked around the train car. There was no rumbling. There was no flashing lights. In fact, the lighting in this area was now perfect compared to before. He was right, the train did stop.
"Woah, that is like totally weird. When did the train stop?" Stripper pondered
"I don't know, maybe it stopped during the explosion" Redhead replied; finally letting me go.
"But isn't that supposed to be a good thing?" Stalker asked
"W-Why?" Wolfy wondered what she was proposing
"Well it would mean we would've reached our destination right?" Stalker answers back with a huge smile on her face. And then, as if on cue, the door to the train opened, finally giving us a chance to escape. "See?"
A loud beeping suddenly rang throughout the train; catching our attention. We look up to listen to the noise. For some reason… it sounded like a cartoon character.
*Ding Ding Ding*
"Attention! Attention Esteemed Bastards of Hope's Peak Academy! We of the Nightlife Committee welcome you to the Fabulous City of Shibuya! Mind the gap and we hope you enjoy your stay! Upupupupu…"
The weird message ended abruptly as it started. Leaving us to toil in confusion from what it proclaimed. As for me, I was wondering something else.
"Shibuya?..." I mumbled. "... But that's impossible…"
Shibuya is a popular area in the city of Tokyo. Known for it's shopping wide shopping district and busy nightlife; it's one of the most popular fashion centers in all of Japan. Particularly for the young and old alike. It's also the area where I live and where I paint my murals; illegally of course. Fortunately, though I lack permission for my vandalism, not many people seem to care all that much and I'm usually left alone.
So my question was: How is this all connected?
Last I remembered, I was on my way home from Hope's Peak and heading TOWARDS Shibuya. Not the other way around. Hope's Peak is pretty far from the so called "City of The Night" and I doubt Hope's Peak would bother expanding to this place. So why were they here? What was there purpose? Ugh, I'm just piling more questions on myself.
"There's no way this place is Shibuya…" I say to myself; trying to doubt the situation. I grunt in frustration at my internal monologue as I decide to leave the train car to clear my head.
There was no way this was Shibuya right? … Right?
…?…
Finally exiting the Train; I notice that we were probably in an underground train station. Everyone else, went out and started looking around; trying to see where we were. It should be obvious though, trains go to stations after all, common sense.
"It definitely looks like the boarding platform, familiar too…" I shake my head and shrug off those thoughts about the similar looks. "Haha… I really need to stop talking to myself…"
I pinch my face a little to calm my nerves. I usually end up talking to myself when I'm deep in thought, because of that I tend to ramble on about unnecessary things and look like a complete weirdo. It also attracts unnecessary attention to myself.
I suddenly get poked on the shoulder.
Speaking of which…
I turn around, expecting someone like Stalker or Redhead to try and pester me. But who I didn't expect to see Shades right behind me.
I looked a little wide eyed before I squint them in confusion.
"What do you want?" I ask in irritation. "I am a little busy doing something important so can ya piss off?"
Shades gives me an offended look before he gave me another note. "Is that anyway to treat an old friend? :("
"Seriously another Emoji? What are you 5?" I give him a dismissive look. "And what's this about being friends? Last I remember, you and I are merely business partners. Nothing more. Nothing Less."
Shades shook his head before giving more notes. "Still as rude as ever."
"Yeah, I know. Shut up." I answer. "I know you're about to say something important. So just cut the notes and spill it."
Knowing Shades for a long time, there are a few things I notice. One of those being that he's normally 95% correct about the situation, and that he only speaks when he has to. Any other times he'll just use notes.
Though Shades still looked erratic right now, his face was serious, so I know something's up. Giving him a stern look; I tap my foot and wait for his response.
"...Well?" I ask in impatience
"... You seem to know what I'm thinking." Shades finally speaks. "Just as ever."
"Oh you know it." I snapped back . "So what is it?"
"... This is place is Shibuya Station isn't it?" Yukata remarked
"... Well it does look familiar… but hey it's not like you and I ever go to many stations." I answer him, still doubting that we were in Shibuya.
"... But that announcement said we were in Shibuya…" He replied.
"Yeah so?" I try to turn down his statements "You honestly believe that goofy sounding announcement?"
He twiddled his fingers unsure of what to say.
"... But… I feel like something is wrong…" he mumbles, he seem to be struggling on what words to use.
I lean my head sideways in confusion. "What makes you say that?"
He then points to the area to the train was and my eyes widen at the sight. Over by the train, right at the tunnel area where the train is supposed to go was blocked. And it wasn't just from the metal gate near the passage; several rocks from what seemed to be a cave-in were visible from the other side of the gate. The only parts remaining on the tracks were the conductor's car,and the car we were in.
Did the explosion cause the cave in? And when did the other cars get detached?
I try to put the pieces together and can only conclude that the cars were gone as soon as the others came into the first one. So what was the point of the blast? It would be dangerous to cause a cave-in when Students are aboard, even for a crazy school like that. And now because of it, we can't go back the way we came. It was almost like…
"... Someone is trying to keep us here?"
I turn to face Shades, who apparently read my mind. I give him a stern face.
"Fair enough Shades." I pretend to be impressed with his logic. "I can see why, something isn't right about this. But you know what? Who cares?"
"... At least show a little concern…" Shades looked at me worryingly. "... We all woke up on a train, and arrived here along with a total group of strangers… The tunnels are also destroyed meaning we can't go back… This is all sorts of bad!"
I stare at him with a small ounce of concern in my voice. "That's true… but if that's the case I'm going on ahead."
I push him aside and proceed to the stairs, preparing to leave these idiots once again. Shades however called out to me telling me to stop, but I decided to ignore him and move on. Unknownst to me though, he seemed to be investigating something else,but I didn't want anymore time to deal with that freak.
…? (Underground)...
Climbing up the stairs, I slowly begin to realize this place was a maze; especially since it was pretty dark. Corridor to corridor, stairs to stairs, walls to walls; I twist and turn through every path on my way to the surface. Funny thing though, despite the great size of this place, I didn't seem to get lost.
Before long I finally manage to find the stairs leading to the surface. From a quick peek above, it seems like it was definitely night time, due to the pitch black sky above. As I climb them, I couldn't help but feel a strange weight over come my body as I ascend the steps. Was I scared? No, of course not. It was just something… off about the atmosphere.
"Have I been here before?... Nah that's preposterous…" Still trying to doubt the familiarity of this place. Despite the fact I passed similar posters, similar magazine racks, a similar fruit juice stand, and many other things; I still wanted to doubt the validity of this place.
"There was no way this place is what I think it is."
I kept repeating that phrase almost as it was mantra. Yet th more I kept repeating it, the more I began to doubt my words.
…
And it wasn't until I reached the surface that my doubts were finally wiped away.
…? (Surface)...
One quick look at the area and I witness a huge city that stretched on for miles and miles. Several
Monitors and lights covered the buildings like ornaments on a Christmas tree, and lit the streets like it was daytime. The screens were showing advertisements for latest tends and goods in local stores. A large empty crossing was at the middle of the street and at the center of it all was a building with the number "109" lay before my eyes.
I had no more doubts… It was Shibuya.
I dumbly stood by my spot for a good few minutes, trying to process what exactly I was looking at, but the more I blinked, the more it stayed the same.
"But why?" I couldn't help but ask myself "Why of all places did I end up here"
Was it a good thing? I was home after all, and I was heading here in the first place.
Or was it really bad? The fact that Hope's Peak apparently brung us here against our free will does raise some flags.
The feeling of someone poking me in the shoulder managed to bring back my senses into reality and I turn to see who was there.
Right behind me, I see a young man who had messy short ash blonde hair with bangs that covered his eyes along with a dark blue fishing hat. He had almond-shaped bright green eyes and fair skin that is also quite tanned. He had a tall frame and was quite muscular, especially in his wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and underneath was a dark blue vest with a logo of two dices stacked together on the right breast side. He also wore a pair of khaki pants and a pair of dark brown loafers. he had the stupidest smile on his face when I saw him.
Much to my disappointment, it was someone else I knew…
"Yo, Kuroshiro, how ya been?" The young man greets me
His name is Hewitt Baschet, he's yet another Street Performer who works around these parts. He came here from France after some "business" back home became awry. I normally call him Dice because of the stupid dice he likes to play around with. I got to know this moron the same way I got to know Shades; we all worked around this city, so I usually ran into him as well.
He approached me trying to act all mysterious, and I usually flip him off when he tries to talk.
Strangely enough he never speaks French around me, and usually keeps to himself. But hey that's a plus in my book, the less I know about him the better. All I really know about him is that the dude lived on the streets like me, so I can at least sympathize. But that doesn't mean we were friends.
"Piss off." I immediately dismiss him as I plan to head elsewhere. Dice wasn't letting me go that easily and he pulled me back with his arms.
"Aw, giving me the usual greeting huh?" Dice tried to sound hurt but I knew he was faking it. "And here I thought you would actually say hi."
"You and I both know that's not how I roll." I give out a sigh. "Anyway what are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked. "I'm a fellow performer at Shibuya too ya know."
"All you do is toss stuff in the air and grab it." I remarked. "That's barely even a talent dumbass."
Dice chuckled at my statement. "It's called Juggling by the way. And apparently I'm so good at "Tossing and Grabbing", as you call it, Hope's Peak accepted me as the Ultimate Juggler."
I widen my eyes in shock. "Wait… you're an Ultimate too?"
"Uh huh." He pulled out his dice and started playing with them in his hand. "But wait, you said "Too" didn't you?"
He put his other hand to his mouth tried to sound shocked. "Don't tell me you're an Ultimate Too?"
"I don't have time for your games Dice." I quickly try to leave but again, he pulls me back. "Ugh, Fine." I quickly give up. "I'm the Ultimate Graffiti Artist so can I go now?"
"Hmph, very well." Dice moves aside and I immediately start to walk away. "You know, you should really open up Kuroshiro. The world is a big place and it's hard to do stuff alone."
I pause for a moment with turning. He sounded like he was actually being serious for once... But he's probably joking, The dude never takes anything seriously, so any advice from him is practically bad.
…Hachiko Park…
Leaving Dice alone, I head to the usual spot where I come to collect my thoughts. A lot has happened in the past few moments, and, honestly, I really need to take a break. So what better place to relax than Hachiko.
Hachiko Park is a small area near Shibuya Station, where people usually gather to hang out. It's a popular spot amongst couples and where people usually come to go on dates. The most notable feature is a pedestal of a Dog Statue that stood at the center of the stone benches. This statue is in honor of a Dog named Hachiko, who would always wait for his master by the station everyday. Even when his owner died, the dog kept waiting patiently for his master to come for over 9 years. So when the dog died, they made this statue and named the park in his honor. A truly touching tale, about a dog and his master.
I was about to take a seat before I finally notice someone else over here; a young girl around my age.
She had white skin with a slight tan to it, large hazel eyes and dark brown, slightly curly hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades. She's a bit short in comparison to me, but fairly normal for a girl her age. She possessed a slim build with small B-cup breasts and hints of an hourglass shaped body . Her hands had a tough texture to them and have small cuts all over. Two of her teeth were a bit sharper than normal and made it look like fangs. She wore a simple white blouse with a thin light brown jacket over it. The jacket had golden buttons as well as a frilly collar and sleeves. She wore black shorts that stopped mid-way around her thigh and black sneakers. She had a Black choker with a bell around her neck, and one of those so-called "Hip Bags" over her shoulder.
She soon noticed my presence, as she turned her and our eyes met.
"..."
"..."
We stare at each other for a long time in awkward silence. Neither of us, saying anything to the other. She looked at me with hostility; her eyes, silently judging me.
Her stare was making me reconsider sitting here, but I decided that I should just take a seat anyway. Slowly walking to the stone benches; the girl suddenly screams at me, making me almost jump in fright. Almost.
"Caw-Caw!" She squawked.
I looked at her, recovering from my small fright, and stared in confusion. "Caw-Caw?"
"Caw-Caw!" She squawked again. She sounded like someone whose trying to cough up a rock.
"... What does that mean?" I asked, still confused.
She sighs, apparently due to my ignorance. "I'm trying to express myself."
"Say what?" I look at her with a dumb face.
"... I don't know what to do since you kept staring, so I decided to use squawking noises to get you to go away. Sorry." She bowed her head.
"Who talks like a bird to express themselves?" I wondered out loud.
"Me." She replied bluntly.
"Uh huh… Well sorry, Cockatoo, just because you honk at me doesn't mean I'm gonna go away." I remarked, taking a seat.
"Cockatoo?" She asked, before growling a little. "I have a name you know. It's Lesya Madeleine Johnson, and I'm the Ultimate Zookeeper."
Oh, so another Ultimate huh? Dice did mention he was one too, so are there more here as well? If that's the case then I better find them, they might be more useful than those other idiots. But for some reason… I think not.
"Yeah whatever you say Cockatoo." I continue to call her that name. "So, you're an Ultimate right?"
She looked at me for a moment, as if she was trying to pick the right words to say. I waited for an answer, but what came out was a little unexpected.
"Ruff! She barked out. There was another awkward silence that soon followed after.
"... I'll take that as a yes." I simply reply, getting up from my seat. I was completely done talking with this strange girl.
"Caw Caw!? Where are you going?" She asked.
"Anywhere but here." I immediately began to walk away knowing that this girl was useless; my resting mood killed off by the annoying Cockatoo.
…Scramble Crossing…
After ditching the oversized parrot, I head towards one of Shibuya's most memorable sights, The Scramble.
The Scramble Crossing is a huge intersection outside Shibuya station, it is known as one of the busiest crosswalks in the world. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of people,cross this street at once. 3 large TV screens are mounted on the nearby buildings as well as many advertising signs as well. It's Heavy Traffic, and inundation of advertising has led it to be one of the Tokyo's most famous landmarks. So if you think of Tokyo,this Crossing will always come to mind.
Which is kind of weird to see it now, all vacant and quiet. Usually when I come by here, I could see waves upon waves of people. Now here it is now, empty with little to no signs of life whatsoever.
Did Hope's Peak somehow manage to buy and empty out all of Shibuya?
No that's unlikely, even for a crazy school like this, there's no way they could have enough power to pull this off.
There were at least 4 people here including me standing around this area. All of them seem to be in thought right now, so I was wondering whether or not I should bother them right now.
"... eh screw it." I mumble to myself. Whatever they're doing right now is probably less important than what I'm doing, so I'll just bother them anyway. Looking at the two people hanging around here, I decide to talk to the two people at over Q-Front first.
Walking over there; I come across a young man black curly hair covered by a baseball cap of the same color. He wore a dirty white lab coat with black trousers and red trainers. He had red eyes and an average build.
The other person had similar black hair and eyes. However what he was wearing was completely different. He had a dark grey coat over a white short-sleeved shirt with the words "pick your poison" stamped diagonally across the middle. He also wore baggy grey pants, black socks and black sneakers
The looked like some shady back alley dealers, I would usually come across at night. They certainly looked the part.
They suddenly turn their heads to me, both giving a questioning look.
"Hmmm? And who might you be? Another Ultimate I presume?" The one in the baseball cap asked.
"We keep running into them here, so I assume you are one as well." The other guy in the gray coat followed up.
I give a slight nod. "Yeah, I'm Kuroshiro Yoshimura. Ultimate Graffiti Artist. You?"
The cap guy had a stupid smile on his face. "I'm Watsuji Benjiro, I'm the Ultimate Biologist."
"And I'm Jao Ishii, The Ultimate Toxicologist." The other guy answered.
I try to hide some of the shock in my face. "Really? I thought you guys were going to be something else." I honestly thought you guys were going to be the Ultimate Drug Dealers or Potheads. Maybe I should call them that, not like I care about their real names to begin with.
"What does that mean?" They asked, tilting their heads to the side.
"It's nothing." I try to avoid the question. I didn't want any new arguments after all "So, do you have any idea what's going on? I'm not sure exactly why we are here and would like a clear answer."
Acid (Jao) shook his head, "Sorry, but we can't help you there, we are just trying to find answers same as you but all we keep getting are more and more questions."
Pothead (Watsuji) nodded in agreement. " Indeed, sadly all we got from the train ride here is that we are all apparently students of this So-Called Night Class that Hope's Peak itself seems to be hosting. We were all given ridiculous titles that seem to mock us in some way, depending on who we are or what we did. There are titles like "The Toss and Grab Pickpocket", "The Ying Zhang Yo of Developing Boobies", and the "Unpaid Intern of Justice". Jao here has the title of "Venomous Assassin of Indirection" and mine "The Morbid Mutilator of Puppies". I found my Title quite offensive as I thought it made me look like a cruel heartless murderer. While I do kill animals for experimentation, I try to be humane with my kills and try to make it painless as possible. Well except for that one time I forgot to put anesthesia for that one puppy when I was dissecting it but that's beside the point. Anyway…" The dude continued to ramble on.
Acid dropped a cold sweat and stared at Pothead. "Uh… Watsuji… you're talking too much again…"
Pothead gave him a confused look. "Really? I don't think I talk too much I mean I love to talk and all but it's not like I don't stop to breathe. Lungs need oxygen after all, and I should know since I sliced open a frog in order to study it's lungs. You know this reminds me of another thing…"
Pothead continued to ramble on about something about more experiments that he did and how he dissected them, while Acid tried his best to stop him to no avail. But I wasn't exactly interested in what he was saying. I have a weak stomach when it comes to blood as well, can't really look at it without horking out my lunch. The weird tiles did interest me though, so I put a mental note just in case. I decided to leave him to ramble on, and meet with the other person over at the 109 Building.
Over at 109, I see a sharply dressed woman with a black suit, white undershirt, and red tie. She also wore black dress pants with matching shoes and a silver watch on her left hand. She was rather thin and had a pale skin tone, with sharp green eyes that seemed to be glaring under a pair of silver glasses. Her black hair was styled clean and tied up in a nice little bun. She had her arms crossed and was giving off an intense aura.
I was starting to have second thoughts on asking her, because she seemed like one of those "Stiff Pencil Necks", and there's nothing more annoying than a Pencilneck. But before I could turn and leave, she immediately noticed me and walked towards me. I let out a sigh, knowing full well that she won't let me go that easily. That's the problem with Pencil Necks, they're strict and stubborn.
"Hello, My name is Mei Ayasato, Ultimate Prosecutor. I haven't seen you here before. Name and Occupation please?" She asked, acting professional. "The circumstances of our situation, are… irregular. And I want to find clues as to what's going on."
"How about no?" I asked, trying to avoid as much interaction as possible . "I have my own problems to deal with right now, so how about you pretend you never saw me and I can be on my merry way?"
"Name and Occupation please?" She glared at me menacingly. "The quicker you answer my question, the less time we can talk."
"Ugh fine…" quickly surrendering, I give out my name and Talent. The moment she heard it, she began to mumble it until she realized something.
"Oh Hey! I know you!" She pointed a finger at me accusingly "You're the Infamous Graffiti Artist who's been vandalizing the Streets around here!"
"Oh really? I didn't know I was so famous." I put my hands up and shake them around to show my "joy" of my recognition.
She continued to glare at me, disapproving my rude attitude towards her. "I've read your file once, you're a repeat offender for Vandalism,Vending with lack of permit, Loitering, and in some cases, minor theft."
"All I did was take candy from a baby." I objected. "It's not like the brat was gonna eat it, he had no teeth."
"And you still think it's right to take it?" She asked, her words dropped with anger.
I smirk a little before I answer. "Of course, no one stopped me so I assumed it was ok to take it." She looked like she was about to say something but I decided to cut her off and continued to talk. "Look Pencilneck, I'm a busy man and I've already answered your question. So I'm off whether you like it or not." I turn and head inside the 109 building to avoid her.
As for Pencilneck, she probably doesn't hold a high opinion of me after I pulled that stunt. Well not that it matters.
...109 (Department Store)…
Shibuya 109, a popular retail store located across the street from the Station. This place was originally created as a "Fashion Community" that targeted Women who were in their Early-30s. However, over time, it eventually became a sanctuary for young women of the "Gyaru" Subculture. Here these fashioned-obsessed girls don't follow the trends… they start them. Nearby was also the 109 (Men's version) building nearby but nobody cares that much.
I hardly ever come here, and when I do it's usually for business. I honestly just went inside to get away from Pencilneck before she blew a socket, but now that I'm here, I started to wonder whether or not it was a good idea to come here in the first place. This is a Women's retail store after all. Quickly deciding to head back outside, I immediately head towards the door.
However, I stop dead in my tracks once I come across something that catches my eye. It was a poster, a rather large poster of a girl on it. I couldn't help but feel attracted to this poster to get a closer look at it. Once I got close enough, I get a good look at the girl before me.
The poster was an add for summer swimsuits with the girl in a scene at the beach. She had long, strawberry blonde pigtails and blue eyes. She had a tall hourglass figure, and it was barely covered by a black bikini. She had one of the most appealing smiles I have ever seen. The poster seemed to almost stare back at me in some way with how her eyes were was almost creepy, how beautiful she was.
All of a sudden, I feel a light tapping on my shoulder and when I turn around, I see another girl right behind me.
She had very clear smooth skin and pale purple eyes highlighted with smoky eyeshadow, rosy cheeks, a cute button nose, small lips with dark red lip gloss, and long eyelashes. She had a svelte frame, B cup chest, and trimmed fingernails painted midnight purple. Her hairstyle was colored ebony black with the ends of it being curled. She wore a dark purple flapper dress with grilled tiers exposing some of her cleavage, with the dress ending at her thighs. She had black, transparent stockings that reached her thighs and silk black gloves that reached her elbows. She had ribbon strapped gray heels with light purple bows near her ankles. She also wore a gray speckled feather headband ,decorated with sequins, and a black feather. A pearl necklace, hung around her neck and with a fluffy grey feather boa and a gold bangle on her right wrist.
If there was one thing I could say to her right now. It would be that she was blinged from head to toe, much like one of those creepy porcelain dolls.
"Um, Pardon Me Sir." She pulled her skirt up and bowed. "My Name is Yukihime Ichigo. I am the Ultimate Fashion Designer. May I ask for your name?"
"Well aren't you a Doll." I snorted, her greeting was so formal it almost made me laugh. I didn't even think anyone would bow to me, it felt awkward. "Uh well, I'm Kuroshiro Yoshimura. Ultimate Graffiti Artist."
"Greetings, Kuroshiro Yoshimura. I hope we get along." She gives another courteous bow. "Sir Kuroshiro Yoshimura, I couldn't help but notice you staring at that poster over there. Does that girl happen to peak your interest?"
"I guess…" I turn back and stare at the poster once more. "I don't know why, but for some reason this got my attention."
Dollface chuckled, "Well I wouldn't blame you for it. That right there is Junko Enoshima. She's a rising star in the Fashion World, and many people are even expecting her to take the title of Ultimate Fashionista once she attends High School."
I turn my head back to her with slight shock written on my face. "Really? She's supposed to be an Ultimate too?"
"Indeed… Well enough about her for now" She turned her head to me and gave a stern look. "Sir Kuroshiro Yoshimura, pardon my intrusion, but might I say you're tastes in fashion could use some work."
"... Excuse me?" I looked at her slightly offended. "What's wrong with my outfit?"
"There's plenty wrong with it , for starters, you look like a complete train wreck." She began to point around several areas of my body. "First off one of the strings on the top aren't put on right and revealing more shoulder than necessary. The Hoodie is way too big for your size and I can barely make out any features on your face. Not to mention your clothes are absolutely filthy, there's paint stains all over and I could smell something awful coming from it, all the way across the store."
"Hey, first off Dollface, I don't wash my clothes often. Second, don't mock the hood." I snap back at her, defending my precious clothes.
"Forgive me,I just couldn't help it." She apologized. "I just thought you came here for some new clothes. This is a clothing store, of course."
"Yeah, well you thought wrong Dollface." I began to walk away from her.
"Farewell, Sir Kuroshiro Yoshimura." She called out to me as I left the building. However, I refused to answer back.
...Scramble Crossing…
Exiting the building I come back to the Scramble once again, only to find that the people there before had left. While I would enjoy the peace and quiet, I still had to figure out what's going on. Dollface ended taking some of my time, so I have to make up for it by getting some better answers from better people. I think for a moment about where people would most likely be and looked over by the building with the colossal LED advertising screen; Q-Front to be exact.
Q-Front, is one of the most recognizable buildings in Shibuya. It is a large retail store for entertainment products. CD's, DVD's, Magazines, Manga, Videogames, ; this store has it on all 8 floors. If you didn't want to take a train to Akihabara, then this was the place to go. There's even a popular 2 story café that people would always crowd around to grab a drink. It was always hard to get a seat there, so I always just went straight for the entertainment first. So, if I'm right on this, there should be some people inside.
I take a quick walk across the street, and head to Q-front only to stop at the sound of footsteps that didn't belong to me. Turning around, I see no one there… until I look down to see a small child that looked to be a middle schooler.
She had light brown, waist length hair. Her fringe was pulled over to the right side, where it goes down her side and reached her waist, with some of the hair ,that was brushed over from the left, curling and stopping earlier. Most of the rest of her hair was pulled into a thick, purple scrunchie with yellow polka dots on it, at a ponytail at the side of her head; that reached her elbow. About 3-5 segments of hair were left, falling down naturally on the left side of her body. Her eyes were a prominent Dark Brown, with flecks of green in there. She had notably long eyelashes. and a pair of silver studded earrings. She wore a Prim and Proper Button up white shirt with short sleeves, and a lacey collar with buttons going from top to bottom; tucked into the Plaid Blue and Black Knee-Length Lace-rimmed skirt. She also 3 loom bands on her left arm, and 5 on her right. The Loli looked like a walking fashion disaster compared to Dollface.
The Loli gave me a goofy smile. "Heeyyyyy! Whatcha doing?"
"Ignoring you." I replied, before turning back around. I didn't have time to be playing with little kids. I'm a busy man and I intend to keep it that way. The girl was fast on her feet though and immediately got in front of me; blocking me every time I tried to turn. It hasn't even been 30 seconds and she's already annoyed me, that's a new record.
Bravo Loli. Bravo.
"You shouldn't just ignore people when they're talking you know" she gives warm smile. "It can hurt people's feelings."
"Am I supposed to care?" I nonchalantly asked.
"Eeeeeeehhhhh!?" She exaggeratedly put her hands to her cheeks in shock. "Of course you're supposed to care! How else are you going to make friends?"
That word again. Looks like I have no reason to talk to you anymore.
I continue to walk past her only to be blocked off again by her. In irritation, I try to shove her alas… That was my biggest mistake.
Just as soon as I put my hands on her, she immediately grabbed my arm and twisted. I widen my eyes in shock as the pain reaches my shoulder, and I scream.
"Personal Space!" She shouted as she threw me several feet away from her. I lied down on the floor in pain, and slowly try to get up. That really caught me off guard for a moment there. I never really thought a brat like her could be so strong.
"What are you!?" I cry out, she looked at me with a proud smirk in her face.
"My name is Mikaru Tsuruoka, I am the Ultimate Kickboxer!" She proudly screamed out loud before doing a kick in the air "... or The Asskicking Bastard Loli or whatever that paper called me."
"Are you kidding me?" I was surprised, that this little kid was an ultimate, not to mention one with a combat related talent. Although, now that I take a good look, this brat actually had some muscle under those tiny arms.
"Muahahaha!" She laughed. "Suprised? I bet you are!" I stood on the ground as she suddenly spun in place for a good minute.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She screams out in joy. "I have no idea what I'm Doiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!"
This girl was so random… One moment she's pestering me, the other she's tossing me like a rag doll. There's no doubt about it, this girl was dangerous; possibly as dangerous as Stalker no less. I had to get away from her as soon as possible, and hope she doesn't give chase.
Suddenly she dropped on the floor, and groaned. It seemed like she got sick from spinning too much. Realizing this as an opportunity, I bounce towards Q-Front in order to escape.
...Q-Front (Starbanks)…
Quickly entering Q-Front, I sigh in relief as my make myself at home in the Starbanks Cafe. In 1971, an American coffee company known as the Starbanks Corporation started a new line of Coffee Houses over at Seattle. It's the main representative of "Second-Wave Coffee" which distinguished itself by taste, quality, and customer service. While most people have moved on to the "Third-Wave", Starbanks is still a popular Cafe to go to with 23,768 locations worldwide; with Shibuya Included.
Shibuya Starbanks is a 2-story complex within the Q-Front building; taking up most of the first 2 floors. It's also one of the busiest Cafes in the world and hard to get a seat in this place, but with the view you get over the scramble it's worth getting a drink here.
Normally this place is crowded, but much like the streets, it's empty. Well except for the two idiots hanging out and getting drinks. I take a good look at the two morons before me and notice that one is a boy, and the other a girl.
The boy had bright sea blue eyes and light tannish, almost like caramel. He had long unruly black hair that fell in wisps over his forehead and reached down the back of his neck. He had permanent bags under his eyes, probably from one too many all-nighters and a pair of black rimmed seemed a bit too big though, as he had to readjust them. He wore a dark red hoodie that in bright yellow letters going across the front of his hoodie says "Narukami Games". On his right hand, he has a silver ring on his ring finger and a broken gold watch around his wrist that doesn't tick. He wore a pair of black jeans with a brown belt loomed around and black boots reaching halfway up his had a pair of black headphones around his neck and a black satchel.
As for the girl, she was somewhat petite and had pure white skin. She had dirty blonde hair tied in high pigtails and big gold eyes. She wore a black tank top with lines going across it and pink musical note with flower-shaped bottoms worn underneath a white Parka jacket. Printed on it is pink and pale blue writing, while the lining of the jacket also pink. She had powder blue denim half-pants worn with a bright blue belt. She had white and purple sneakers with tiny colorful dots on the sides and black toes worn with purple and lavender striped socks.
She was chewing on her parka, as she stared at the boy, who was fiddling with his laptop. The boy seemed to be irritated at something as he tapped on his foot.
"Oh God Dammit!" He cried, before he took a huge swig of the coffee near him. "I'm not getting a signal!"
"Eh?" The girl looked at him disappointingly. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. I'm serious." The boy looked at her seriously. "The Wifi is completely gone. There's no connection whatsoever."
"Awwwww… well that sucks." The girl whined, before she finally noticed me.
"Ey you! Come over Ere!" The girl called out, she seemed to have slight accent in her speech. "Maybe you can elp us on this little side quest !"
The boy adjusted his glasses, "Are you sure about that Calliope? He looks like a punk."
"Well ya ain't exactly wrong, Four eyes." I answered back. "So what do you want? You said something about the signal, right?"
It's better to play along and act friendly for now, these 2 seem to be the more level headed of the morons I've encountered thus far, and I would not want to miss the opportunity of getting useful information.
"Yeah, the connection is gone completely. In fact, it's like it doesn't even existence." He showed me his laptop and I could see it as clear as day; there were no bars. "It's weird since this is a Coffee shop of all places. You think they would have wifi for customers but nope, nothing."
His words peaked my interest. Why would the signal disappear? Is it because the satellites are trashed or someone's interfering with the signal? There would be no reason to interfere unless you didn't want someone to call or something. Definitely strange, but at the same time it also felt dangerous. Shades did say that someone is trying to keep us here. So is Hope's Peak behind this? That would be a lot of effort just to kidnap a bunch of kids, even for a school like this.
"Ah, sorry where are my manners." He adjusted his glasses again. "I'm Tomasu Narukami, the Ultimate Game Designer."
"And I'm Calliope Zhang, I'm the Ultimate Game Developer. Nice to meet ya!" The girl followed up.
My ears perked up at the mention of the girls name.
"Wait…" I think for a moment before I suddenly point at the girl once I realized who it was. "You're the one who got the title "Ying Zhang Yo of Developing Boobies"!"
"Eeeehhhh!?" The girl recoiled in surprise, "How do you know about that!?"
"Uh I think that Chatterbox we encountered earlier, blurted it out…" Tomasu dropped a cold sweat.
"Seriously?…" she looked at me with pleading eyes, but sadly I nod my head. "Awwwwww… Critical Hit…"
I take this moment to have a good look at Yoyo's (Zhang's Nickname) chest and nod. "Yep. Looks like the Developer still needs time to "Develop"."
Four Eyes chuckled at my lame ass pun. "I actually agree with that statement. Though I suggest you shouldn't mention that, otherwise you'll sound like a pervert."
"He who mentions it first is the real pervert is what I always say…" I quietly remarked. I was already suffering enough headaches from all the idiots I've encountered thus far to deal with anymore. But at least I got some new info out Four eyes and Yoyo so that's a plus at least.
I was about to head further up the building when all of a sudden… it happened.
*Ding Ding Ding*
"Attention! Attention Esteemed Bastards of Hope's Peak Academy! We of the Nightlife Committee are sorry for the delay! Please head down to the Scramble for your Orientation!"
I stop for a moment and think about the sudden announcement. It was the cartoonish voice again, no doubt about it. Whose voice was that, and what did he want? He said he was apart of Hope's Peak so he must have something to do with this.
I look over by the window, and see the empty street before me. No one seemed to arrive yet or maybe they just didn't want to go. As for me, I honestly felt like it was the best choice. This voice seemed to be the one behind this situation, so the only way to find solid answers is them. I look over and notice that the 2 nerds have already left the building.
"Heh... Looks like I better get going..." I mumble as I walk out of the building.
What could possibly go wrong?
...
And that's about it. Next time "He" will make his appearance and the game can finally begin.
Also here's a little teaser on the game since you guys been such good people waiting for me.
Let's just say things, will be a lot different than previous games. There will be new twists, New rules, and a little surprise that you might not see coming...
Stay Tune~