Hello everyone and Happy Halloween! For a special DELICIOUSLY DESPAIRING treat, here's the next chapter. This is going to be fairly longer than the last two chapters.

Some news regarding the story: I plan on having a total of 6-7 chapters(this includes the prologue) for part 1 so this will be a fairly short fic. I'll probably try to update once every week but it depends on how my college work is. First year of college is a bit of a handful.

Now my dear readers, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dangan Ronpa whatsoever.

Chapter 3- Mother and Father

It had been a month since that night and I occupied myself in the library almost every day. I wasn't engaged with any of the stuff I read. I just read whatever to pass the time.

I also hid myself in the library so I wouldn't be a bother with the servants. Since I found out their secret, I accommodated to their requests and left them alone to work on their duties. I still denied their lies.

Anyways, I didn't like the fact that they thought Mother and Father didn't want to be around me because I was "cursed". I knew that wasn't true. I knew they both loved me. They were always just busy that's all. Besides, they were involved in stuff kids like me would probably be bored of so that was completely understandable!

Hahaha! But now that I think about it. Mother never really did take care of me as a child. Father never really did show me the ropes of being a businessman which I needed if I was going to follow his line of work. Both never really spent a whole day with me. They did give me presents on my birthday but were never there to celebrate it. They were nice to me; took care of my well-being. However, they never praised me, paid attention to me, scolded me. . .not like how most parents should.

But those were just the servants' lies talking to me. I loved them and they loved me. That's for certain!

So I decided to prove the servants wrong. I started looking up books on travel. I searched up places my parents and I could go on vacation as a family. I wanted to tell them about the things we could do together if we went somewhere. I wanted to show those servants that they were safe to be around me and that they had no need to worry. Sadly, I would have to wait to ask my parents because of their busy schedules.

Another week passed when I finally got the chance to do just that.

Father had decided to take some time off from work so he was staying home, often relaxing in the lounge. Mother was there too. She liked to talk to him about her day and what gossip her and her friends were talking about recently.

This was the perfect opportunity!

I stood in front of the doors to the lounge. I was excited. I was positive they were going to say yes. I just knew it. A surge of hope overwhelmed me.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. A few seconds passed until I heard my father's voice answer from the other side.

"Yes? Come in."

I opened the door and poked my head inside. Father and Mother were sitting next to each other on the sofa. When they saw me, their faces had shifted into an expression of weariness. After a few seconds their faces softened and Father gestured me to enter further in. That definitely was a good sign! I smiled and quickly went inside, closing the door behind me.

"H-hello Mother, Father." I said. "How are you today?"

My mother was the one to answer and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Hello Nagito, we're fine." she said. There was a bit of nervousness in her voice but nevertheless she smile back at me. "What is it? Is there something you wish to talk to us about?"

For some reason, I started to fidget uncomfortably as I stood in front of them. Their attentive eyes boring down at me. I guess I was nervous as well. Having my parents giving me their full attention was both something quite foreign and nice to feel at the same time.

"Ah, yes!...um...I...well uh..."

"Nagito?" my mother looked at me concernedly. "Is something the matter?"

The words started to get stuck in my throat. I looked down at my feet flustered; clutching the rim of my shirt.

"W-well," I stuttered. "I was wondering, since you two aren't busy this week, I wanted to know if. . ."

They stared at me, patiently waiting for me to finish.

'You know what you want to tell them!' my mind screamed. 'What are you waiting for? Come on! Just say it already!'

"Well, I hope I'm not being a bother to you two but if it's possible...I...I!"

I shut my eyes tight. I realized that I actually was scared. I felt so confident in telling them before but now that I'm standing here with them, I was so scared. I'm the one who wanted this more than anything in the world but I feared the possibility of them rejecting me. That maid's word were flashing in my mind at that moment.

"Yes Nagito?" my father spoke. I think he was sensing my anxiety and was trying to reassure me. "It's alright. Speak up."

At that, I finally looked up and blurted out.

"I wanted to know if we could go somewhere together as a family!" I begged. "Please Mother? Please Father? I really want to spend time with you! Just this once?"

"Nagito," Father said, shocked. Mother looked at me with equal expression. I decided to continue.

"I-I never get to see you. We never do anything together. Why don't we? I'm so sorry if I did something wrong. I didn't mean to. I really want us to be a family. I want to be with you and...and I miss you! Please?!"

I was out of breath once I had finished. I looked at them with determination but it quickly faltered when my parent just stared at me in silence.

"...please?"

I wanted to cry at that moment. Why didn't they say anything? Why were they just looking at each other? It looked as if they were having a conversation with only their eyes. Their eyes were debating. Debating whether they should say something or not. It couldn't be true, could it? Did they really not feel safe around me? Were they really going to reject me?

'Behopefulbehopefulbehopefulbehopefulbehopefulbehopefulbehopeful. . .'I kept chanting in my head.

After what felt like hours, my father gave my mother a questioning glance. "Darling?"

My mother signed in reply."He is. . .our son," she whispered under her breath thinking I didn't hear it. I saw the doubt in her eyes. "...We can't ignore him forever just because of a bunch of things that happened in the past. . .right?" Her voice gave such uncertainly, desperately looking at Father for an answer.

My father just kept looking at her and then me and then back at her. Finally, he slowly nodded in reply.

"I feel like such a fool,"he said. He chuckled a bit at his comment however, I'm not sure what he meant by being a fool.

"Mother? Father?" I said looking at them nervously.

They both turned back to me and smiled.

"Alright then, where would you like go for the week?"

I couldn't stop smiling. They agreed! They really agreed! Their words filled me up with so much joy and relief. I couldn't help myself. I ran up to them and hugged them tightly.

I was right! Those servants were wrong. It felt like a huge boulder was lifted from my shoulders. It felt so good. Everything I hoped for came true!

"Thank you! Thank you Mother! Thank you Father! Thank you so much!"

They froze for a moment but then Mother hesitantly hugged back in return. Father slowly patted me on the head.

"Oh thank you. I know this place where we can go. I promise we'll have so much fun! You'll see!"

. . .

Ah~ You've have got that wrong.

The following day we boarded an airplane at the San Cristobal Airport. We were going to spend the week at some high-class resort. I sat between my parents in the front row of the First-class section. This was my first time being on an airplane and I was so excited. Mother and Father looked happy as well. I was so glad I told them how I felt. I would have never gotten this chance if I didn't have hope.

Then it happened again.

You see, the trip ended in disaster before it even started.

It was a few minutes past take off. In that moment, all hell broke loose.

The plane had been hijacked. There were five men in masks that were pointing guns at the passengers. They shouted at us to stay in our seats and threatened us that if we tried anything, they would shoot us. They told us they were taking the plane hostage as ransom. It was such a scary situation to be in for a child. I took a hold of my Mother's hand but she yanked it away.

I looked up at her to see her shaking in fear. But there was something else I saw. Behind the fear in her eyes, I saw regret, shame, disgust. . .towards me?

"I-I thought. . .I wanted to stop believing that. . ."my mother whispered. "This can't be happening."

I did my best to comfort her. "Don't worry Mother. We'll just do as they say and everything will be fine. They can't hurt us."

She didn't seem to calm down. In fact, she looked even more frightened.

"Nagito. . .why?"

I continued to try and calm her down.

"Please Mother, we'll be okay."

Hearing me speak, one of the hijackers went over to where we sat and pointed his gun at me.

"I told ya all to shut up or I'll blow your heads in!"

I hesitantly looked up at him. Trying to be brave for Mother's sake; I spoke in a quiet voice. "Please Mister, don't hurt u-."

"SHUT UP!" He forced the gun closer to my face.

I quickly complied; looking down not wanted to see the gun inches away from me. He then looked over at Mother and turned the gun at her.

"Y'know Miss," the hijacker said in a mocking tone. "Ya have to do a better job at keepin' control over ya kid."

My Father looked up and spoke in a calmly manner. "Please forgive us. We'll give you whatever we have. So please don't point that gun at her. Please stop."

All the hijacker did was roar with laughter.

"God! It's fun hearing rich bastards like you beg."

And with that, he shot my father in the shoulder.

My mother screamed. She got out of her seat and went over to Father. Immediately, she moved her hands over the wound; trying stop the bleeding. All I could do was sit there frozen in shock and fear.

"Let that be a warning to all of ya," the hijacker bellowed out to the other passengers.

Seeing the blood coming out of my father, I couldn't take it anymore.

'Father's been shot!' I screamed in my head. 'What should I do? He needs to go to a hospital. He's gonna die! I don't want that. I need miracle. Please let there be a miracle! Please let there be something to stop them. Anything! Please save us!'

"BOOM!"

Suddenly, there was loud thunderous sound. I saw fire enter the plane. The passengers and even the hijackers were screaming. I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew we were falling. I was being pushed back against my seat with so much force that I couldn't even reach up for the airbag that was deployed. The plane was hurtling towards the ground really fast. I could barely breathe. There was a loud roar and the sound of metal hitting against each other resounded throughout the plane. Everything was deafening.

'We're going to crash! We're going to die! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!'

I turned to my parents as they held onto each other tightly; tears falling down their eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut; gripping the arms of my seat and braced myself for the impact. Then, I blacked out.

When I came to, everything was engulfed in thick black smoke. The air was hot and it hurt to breathe. I couldn't see anything but I figured I was still on the plane as I was stilled strapped onto my seat. I was pinned in an upward angle; my arms and feet were dangling in front of me.

'What happened? Where's Mother and Father?'

I looked over at the seats next to me but they weren't there.

When the smoke cleared, from a few feet away in front of me, I saw the bloodied and mangled bodies of my parents.

Mother's limbs were bent in odd places. Father had a huge, jagged piece of metal going through his stomach. Both of their eyes were wide open in shock; mouths gaping open. It amazed me to see so much intensity in those vacant eyes. It was like they were boring hatred into me; telling me "You killed us!"

I couldn't move. I couldn't even scream out. I didn't even cry. I was just in a daze.

I was stuck there, staring down at my dead parents; my eyes never leaving theirs for a second. I felt so weak. . .

I passed out again. I woke up at the hospital later that night. The doctors told me I had only a few minor injuries. They also said that I had needed a significant amount of oxygen when I was pulled out of the crash site to the point where they feared that the lack of oxygen would cause problems to my brain. But really, that wasn't the thing I was so concerned about at the time.

"Why did those men crash the plane?" I asked. "Didn't they just want money?" The doctors gave me a confused look and told me what happened.

Now I thought that servant calling me cursed was funny, but this was downright hilarious. Apparently, a meteor hit our plane which caused the crash. Everyone died except me.

A METEOR! I still laugh to this day at how utterly ridiculous that sounds. A meteor hits our hijacked airplane and I was the only survivor. What a riot! How did I even make it out alive with no major injuries after that? It's not possible right?

"It's a miracle," I remember one of the nurses telling me. "You sure are lucky! It still baffles me that a child like you survived something like that."

Ah yes, nothing is impossible with this good luck of mine!

Oh, and that's not all!

After my parents died, I was left with their inheritance. I had inherited their fortune and was left to do whatever I wanted since I had no other relatives to care for me.

A week after the crash, a lot of people went to my parents' funeral. Most of them were Father's business partners and Mother's friends. They patted my head, giving me looks of sympathy.

"My condolences."

"I'm sorry for your lost."

"You poor child.

Some of the people wanted to help.

"How about you live with us?"

"We can take care of you if you like?"

But I knew they all had an ulterior motive for being kind to me.

"You're parents left you with their inheritance right? Let me help support you."

The money.

In the end, I turned them all down and continued living at home.

Since coming home, most of the servants quit. They were scared; fearing that since my parents had died, they could be next on the list to be killed by me. The few brave servants that stayed for the high pay didn't lived in the servant's quarters anymore. I spent my nights alone in the cold, dark mansion.

I stayed awake through the lonely nights, reminding myself of what that old servant had said.

"That child was born cursed!"

"It's only when something really good happens to him that horrible things occur."

"I'm just glad to have lived this many years working here but that's because I make sure I stay clear away from him."

"She was right," I use to say. "I am cursed."

'YOU. ARE. LUCKY!' I would have liked to say to my younger self. Well, there is still a lot of stuff I had to go through growing up before I would finally realize that. So for now, I'll just have to let that "cursed" thing slide. Still. . .

I've always regretted it.

I regret ever knocking on that door; ever allowing Mother and Father to say yes.

I don't believe any amount of apologizes could make up for what I have done to them. I could never blame them for not being there for me as a child. They were scared of me, even ashamed of having me, but for the first time they had put their faith in listening to my request. And it ended horribly for them.

I think it was because I was their only son and I believe they tried their best to love me even when they never showed it. At least that's what I hope.

They didn't deserve to die. It's a shame that they tried to love a worthless piece of garbage like me.

Now, Mother and Father will never come back.

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