A/N: Hello and welcome to a new chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy. Tonight, the Twilight begins. It will feature my take on the events of the Twilight Syndrome Murder case. I have also tweaked Natsumi's title, she will tell everyone she's the Ultimate Little Sister, but in reality she's actually the Ultimate Manga Artist. She's just so embarrassed to admit she likes reading and drawing manga. She and Daisuke will be instant friends, especially after her father sends his regards...
Anyway, This is a pretty long chapter, so I hope you all enjoy it. Most of it is filler, but it pushes the story along at least. At this time in the story, it's around early November, so I'll be coming up with another reason for Nagito to blow up the Gym, as Natsumi's death won't be the cause of it, trust me it will be just as sad, I happen to be a bastard when it comes to writing sad stuff, and it will involve the death of someone relatively important. So look forward to that. that being said, the next two chapters will be the mandatory Holiday chapters before the next Plot related one comes along, so please be patient...
As a final thought, I would like to once again advertise my fellow author Code-Emperor07 and his story Danganronpa, Spirit of Vengeance. He added Daisuke Fuji to the cast, and I have to see he is handling it beautifully. Go show him some love by liking and reviewing his story, help keep him motivated. He's quite busy with college but if you show him some love, I'm sure he'll be encouraged to continue his work.
Without further ado, here is Chapter 9 of The End of Hope's Peak Academy, enjoy it everyone...
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetzubou-Hen
Chapter 9
Jealousy
"For the last fucking time, shut the hell up about getting into the Main Course! We all know you are a talentless wretch who will never amount to nothing, and not even your dirty gang can do anything about it!"
"Oh yeah? The same can be said for you! At least I'm trying my hardest to get noticed, you hang on Koizumi's every step, hoping by some miracle of god you would get noticed, but we all know that will never happen!"
Hajime sighed as he looked out the window, toward the main course building. This was the third day in a row that Natsumi and his fellow classmate Sato got into an argument. Apparently, this went back all the way to middle school, or so he had heard from their various fights. Not even the faculty could do anything about it, and just let them cool off. After all, all of them were afraid of Natsumi due to her last name. Suffice it to say, everyone was tired of the shouting, but no one was going to do anything about it, not if it meant being a target for the blonde's stream of swears. Still, it was an interesting thing to see, and he had been waiting for the cat fight to start.
Hajime however had been busy with his own thoughts, regarding a certain option that had been presented to him. To everyone around him, he was just another rich kid who paid his way into the Reserve Course, but no one knew he had actually been scouted by Hope's Peak Academy for a special program, and had placed him in the Reserve Course with full scholarship.
It was named the Hope Cultivation Program, and according to what Kazuo Tengan had told him, it was a program where the subject would go under a special surgery to rearrange parts of his brain. In doing so, they would reprogram it with every talent known to man. If it was a success, he was to be included in the main course with the title of Ultimate Hope. However, what bothered him the most was that he could potentially die during it. It was a risk, and he was willing to take it, but after spending time with Chiaki Nanami, of class 77, he was starting to doubt the whole thing.
Finally through with their shouting, Natsumi took a seat next to Hajime, letting out a huff of frustration. He spared a glance at her, before looking back out the window.
"Jesus, is this all you do? Just stare out that damn window all the time?" Natsumi snapped, trying to get Hajime's attention. He gave her a nod.
"Yup! This is what I do all the time." he mumbled.
"You need to get out more, find yourself a girlfriend." she replied. He chuckled.
"I would say the same to you Miss Kuzuryu."
"Wha...don't make me hit you asshole. You don't know who you are messing with!" she snapped, punching him in the arm, making him groan in pain.
Over the last few weeks, he and Natsumi had formed a bond of sorts. Both of them wanted to be in the Main Course so much they could taste it. So they had that in common. The fact that she always lived in her brother's shadow, and wasn't able to make friends easily also gave him a twinge in his heart, so he decided to befriend the Gangster girl. He was her friend when everyone else feared her, and even though she didn't show it, deep down she was thankful for that.
"Stop, my mom is going to flip if she sees another bruise." he said, rubbing his arm.
"Heh, serves you right for being an ass." she said, crossing her arms.
"So, what's the deal with Sato? Why are you two always fighting?" he asked curiously.
"That bitch and I go way back, to middle school in fact. We were in the photography class, and I always took the best pictures. Of course there was someone better, a goody two shoes named Mahiru Koizumi. Sato instantly befriended her, and would always be with her, attached to the hip as they say. It just boiled my blood, any time my projects got graded with C- while theirs got high B's and A's, it just pissed me off. Eventually, Koizumi was scouted by Hope's Peak Academy, while the two of us were ignored. Even now, Sato keeps kissing her ass, as if that would help her get into the main course!" she snapped.
"Well, that's what being friends is about. You support each other in everything you do, it's not ass kissing. It's more of a sisterly relationship." Hajime replied.
"Tch...that's total bullshit and you know it." Natsumi replied, placing her head on her desk.
"Have you ever had a close friend before? Someone you could share your secrets with? That's what Mahiru is to Sato, a close friend." he said.
"Yeah yeah, you're making my tits hurt with all of your stupid friendship bullshit." she said.
"Uh...maybe you should get that checked out then."
"Idiot! It was a joke!" She said, groaning. How she got into a class with boring people was beyond her. If she could get into the main course, she could show the world just what Natsumi Kuzuryu could do. Then again, she hadn't done anything worthy of being a Little Sister. She didn't know how a little sister should act, and she wasn't going to become one of those Oreimo types that loved their older brothers in a sexual way, that would be disgusting. Perhaps Hajime was right, she needed to get friends and learn what it's like to have that sisterly bond with someone.
"Hey Hajime, can I be your little sister?" she asked, causing the teen to spit the water he had been drinking at the window.
"What?" he asked, wiping his mouth.
"Well, I want to be the Ultimate Little Sister, but I don't know how little sisters act, so I need practice. I can't just waltz up to Fuyuhiko and start rubbing my face against his shirt, that would be weird, and I'm not a cat girl." she said.
"I...suppose I can help you with that. Sure thing, but we'd have to do it later, I'm meeting with Chiaki for lunch today so discuss a few things. We can start this afternoon if you want?" he said.
"Alright, that works...thanks Hajime...for being my f-friend." she said, stuttering a bit at the word, her cheeks tinged pink. Sato glared at her, clenching her hand so hard that the pencil she was holding snapped clean in two.
"How come he notices her and not me? Grr...that's it, that bitch is going to pay for this." Sato inwardly thought, a smirk appearing on her face.
Meanwhile in the Main Course, Daisuke was just finishing a song that he had been working on for the last day or so. It was something that had hit him in the middle of the night and he just had to write it down. It had been awhile since he had down a cover for his YouTube channel, and his fans were starting to wonder where he had gone, even though he had put on all of his social media that he was taking a break for school reasons. Closing his notebook, he looked around the room at his classmates, who were lost in conversation with each other. He suddenly felt something slam onto his desk, and he turned to look at what was placed on it.
It was some sort of machine, resembling a microwave of sorts. It had several wires coming out of it, along with a few other things, including an exhaust pipe. It had a number pad next to the opening, and he could see a glass plate sitting within. Once he was done looking at the machine, he looked at it's creator, one Kazuichi Souda.
"Heya Dais, check out what I just finished making."
"It's cool...what the hell is it?" he asked. He grinned tugging at his braid.
"I thought you would never ask, the Future is now thanks to Machinery, and what we have here is the first ever Reverse Microwave!" he said.
"What?" Daisuke asked, taken aback. The teen wiggled his brow.
"Let me explain, regular microwaves heat up stuff, Hot Pockets, Pizza Bites, Pizza Bagels, you name it. But what if you wanted it to do the opposite? This baby will do that and more." he said.
"I don't know a person on this planet who would want to freeze something instead of heating it, and what's up with all the pizza related microwavable foods?" he asked.
"When you work through the night, you need something that's quick to make and tastes good enough to eat. Anyway, you just take your desired item like so." he said, grabbing a steaming mug of hot chocolate, where he got it, Daisuke didn't know. He placed it into the machine, dialing the time on it, before pressing start.
"So, you invented a machine to cool hot chocolate? Wouldn't it have been easier to make chocolate milk instead? It's practically the same thing." the story teller said.
"It is not the same thing! If you make hot chocolate, then you have to boil the milk, and it would taste way different. If you make chocolate milk than it's just all lumpy and it tastes horrible." he snapped, his shark like teeth tightly grit together. He glanced at his friends, getting weird looks from each one, though Mahiru seemed to be busy snapping pictures of the whole ordeal. He turned back to the machine, seeing it start to spark. He grabbed his bag and stood up, taking a few steps from it.
"Kazuichi, is it supposed to spark?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh, some of the wires were frayed so that's why it's sparking." he said, shrugging it off.
"Why the hell did you bring that in here then?" Fuyuhiko asked, from his spot across the room.
"Nothing's going to happen." the pink haired mechanic said, just as the machine dinged, he went to open, only to get shocked. He screamed in pure agony, the lights in the room dimmed for a few seconds before the machine exploded, tearing apart the desks around it and blowing out part of the wall. Surprisingly enough, Kazuichi had survived the explosion, only he was singed and covered in soot. The only thing remaining of his invention was the glass plate, and the mug of hot chocolate, which slowly cracked until it broke, spilling the drink all over the floor.
"Good job, you successfully made a bomb!" Daisuke said, clapping for his friend.
"Thanks." the mechanic muttered, shaking the soot off his body.
"Well, I'm gonna take off you guys, I promised Sato I would have lunch with her today." Mahiru said, grabbing the bundled up bento she had made off of her desk.
"Hey, could I come along with you? I'm heading over there anyway to meet up with a friend." Daisuke said.
"Sure, I didn't know you had friends in the Reserve Course." the redhead replied.
"Oh yeah, we met during Halloween, he seems like a good kid, so I was going to help him out with something." he said. He waved to his friends, leaving the classroom.
"I feel bad for them though, they get treated so poorly by all of the Ultimates. I'm sure we would all get along nicely." Mahiru said, looking at the pictures on her camera.
"Except they would never be accepted. I hate to admit it, but some Ultimates look down on the Reserve Course, due to them having to pay their way into the academy while everyone else gets scouted. Ultimates are special, while Reserve Course students are just...normal people." he said.
"Do you think someone could get the title of Ultimate Reserve Course student?" Mahiru asked curiously.
"That would be redundant." he deadpanned, looking at his friend. She giggled, looking out the window.
"You're right...I just thought...maybe I could help my friend get into the Main Course. She's good at archery."
"I heard rumors of an Ultimate Archer being scouted for the 79th class. I doubt she could get in with that title, and if she were any good, not doubting her of course, the Steering Committee would have already let her in." he said.
"That's true...I just wanted to keep my hopes up. I've been trying to help her since last year, but still haven't been able to do anything. Ugh...and now we have one of our least favorite people in the academy as well. Fuyuhiko's little sister." she said.
"Fuyuhiko has a little sister?" Daisuke asked.
"Yeah, and she's the meanest bitch you will ever meet. She just a jealous person, always blaming me and Sato for all of her misfortune, we go way back, to middle school when we used to be in the same Photography class."
"Oh yeah, speaking of that, how did you get into photography? I never really asked, and I'm sure it's an interesting story." he said, giving her a smile.
"My mother is a well known War Photographer, she would go off into battlefields to take pictures of everything that caught her eye. It's a dangerous job, but she loves what she does. Whenever she came back, she would show me pictures of the places she went. I saw a lot of horrible things caught on photo, but I also saw the radiant smiles of the people she met. I wanted to take pictures of people smiling too, so eventually I just picked it up." she said.
"Wow, that's pretty cool. It must be sad seeing all of the injured and deceased as a result of war, but the fact that your mom is still able to capture people smiling, it makes it sound like even in the bleakest situation, people can still have a little bit of hope." he said.
"Couldn't have said it better myself. I'm usually alone at home though, before I was scouted into the academy, I would just clean around the house. My good for nothing father would just sit there, watching television and drinking beer, while I had to clean the house and make him dinner. That's all he does now. I got back home every weekend to help him out, since mom won't be back for a couple more months. Hiyoko is nice enough to help me, and Sato comes over a lot too, so he's never truly alone." she said.
"It's good to know I'm not the only one with daddy issues. I wish my father would notice me, more than he already does I mean. I just want him to appreciate my talent, but I know that's never going to happen." he said, frowning a bit.
"It's his loss you know. You have a wonderful talent, and if he can't recognize it, then he doesn't deserve to have a son like you. Those are my thoughts anyway." she said. She held her camera up, snapping a picture of Daisuke. She looked at the screen, giggling a bit.
"Wow, what a dumb face!"
"Aw really? Come on Mahiru." he said.
"Every moment needs to be captured in time, so if you want me to delete it, the answer is no! I never delete a picture once it's been taken!" she said.
"So you capture people's souls on camera, that's pretty low you know." he said, crossing his arms.
"What...huh?" she asked, clearly confused.
"They say when you take a picture of someone, you are actually capturing their soul on film. You'll be holding them captive for the rest of their eternal lives." he said.
"That's a bullshit story, you just came up with that didn't you?"
"Nope...I read that online somewhere actually." he admitted.
"You've read a lot of stories in your time haven't you?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, I've read at least three thousand in the last six months." he said.
"Three thousand? Is that even possible?" she asked.
"Well, most of them are repeats. I lost track of exactly how many stories I've actually read. I can say confidently that I've read the Harry Potter series forty six times, the same with the Hunger Games and the Maze Runner Series." he said.
"Aren't those like, really long?"
"Yeah, I make it a personal goal to see how long it takes me to finish each book. I can read the first three books in the Harry Potter series in around three days, it takes me two alone to finish the Goblet of Fire." he said.
"That's really cool. What else have you read?" she asked.
"Eh, anything under the sun, if it has a book written to it, then I've read it. And before you ask, yes I have red Fifty Shades of Grey and yes it was very very descriptive, too descriptive for my virgin mind to handle." he said, shuddering a bit.
"I suppose that answers my question then." Mahiru said, not expecting him to had read such a controversial book. Finally making it to the Reserve Course plaza, they passed a few of the students who were standing around. Daisuke flashed them a smile, but all he got in return were glares, filled with Jealousy and hatred. He chuckled and continued following Mahiru as she walked into the building.
He frowned when he actually saw the interior it looked to normal and boring. It resembled his old high school a bit, with the same metal lockers on every wall, and large windows that let in the sunlight. Compared to the much brighter Main Course building, this building was bleak and boring, filled with very little hope. Some of the students started muttering things to themselves and their friends, and even a few faculty members wondered what a couple of Main Course kids were doing there.
They turned up another hallway, in time to see a blonde girl slap a tall black haired girl across the face. Mahiru took off, tossing the bento in her hands to Daisuke who barely caught it before it hit the ground.
"I told you to stop messing with me you ugly skank!" the blonde snapped, hand raised to strike again.
"You fucking bitch! I swear to god I am going to knock every tooth in your goddamn mouth." the black haired girl cried.
"Sato, what the hell is going on?" Mahiru cried, getting the attention of the black haired girl.
"M-Mahiru...is it lunch time already?" the girl asked, her tone sounding a bit disappointed.
"Yes, I came here to hang out with you, but I see you are fighting with Natsumi again." she said, looking at the blonde.
"She was the one that provoked me Koizumi. She wouldn't stop talking shit so I felt the need to slap some sense into her. I'm sorry that you are too busy in the Main Course to worry about the little people." the blonde said.
"What is that even supposed to mean? Natsumi, just because I was able to get into the Main Course doesn't mean that you should resent me for it. I worked my ass off to get where I am right now, it isn't my fault that you didn't take the work seriously!" the redhead replied.
"Take the work seriously? I took the goddamn work seriously, I worked tooth and nail on every project I ever had, but you two were able to sway the teacher with better pictures than what I could come up with. It was absolute bullshit!" Natsumi cried, clenching her hands.
"It goes to show that just because you have the best camera money can buy, It doesn't mean that you'll be able to get the best results." Sato added. Natsumi grit her teeth, about to launch herself at the black haired girl, only to be held back by Daisuke.
"Fighting isn't going to solve the issue. You two need to cool off." he said firmly.
"Who the hell are you? Who gave you permission to touch me?" Natsumi cried, trying to pull her hand from his grasp, only for him to tighten his grip.
"Listen here Kuzuryu, that attitude of yours isn't going to get you anywhere. You fell cheated because you didn't get accepted into the main course, so what? At least you have the chance to be accepted. But if you keep being a whiny little bitch, the Steering Committee isn't going to do jack shit. Jealousy isn't going to get you anywhere in life, it will only paint a target on your back. Instead, work hard, persevere, and I assure you, you'll make into the Main Course." he said.
"How would you know that? You have it made for you...your part of the main course." the blonde cried. He let go of her arm, looking out the window at the main course building.
"I don't have it made. My talent isn't anything special, I just read stories out loud and write some original work. That's it, nothing that important. Normally, I wouldn't even be anywhere near the radar of an academy as prestigious as this. But I kept at it, and worked hard. Even when no one believed in me, I was able to turn my stories into something wonderful, that's how I got accepted into Hope's Peak Academy. It was the same for Mahiru, she took pictures of people and their radiant smiles. Just because we got accepted doesn't mean we didn't work hard, I hope this opened your eyes a bit more." he said, handing the bento to Mahiru. Wordlessly, he walked off, in search of Hajime, who was most likely nearby.
"Hey, what's your name?" Natsumi called out, causing him to stop.
"Daisuke Fuji, I'm the Ultimate Story Teller. And don't worry, I won't tell Fuyuhiko that you got into a fight. Later." he said, disappearing down the hallway. She looked back at Mahiru and Sato, who were lost in conversation, with the redhead looking over the black haired girl. She glanced at the main course building for a few seconds before ducking into the empty classroom. She had a lot to think about.
It took a lot of asking, but Daisuke was finally able to track Hajime down. He ended up finding him in one of the secluded plazas belonging to the Reserve Course, halfway to the Main Course building. He had been sitting at a bench, playing a game with Chiaki, and talking about his grades. He looked up from his screen, greeting the Story Teller.
"Daisuke hey, what are you doing around these parts?" Hajime asked.
"Well, I decided today was the day we put our little plan in action. It took me a few days to get everything ready, but thanks to Chihiro Fujisaki, I was able to get what I needed, a bit earlier than I expected." he said.
"Daisuke, what exactly are you planning on doing?" Chiaki asked curiously, her tired expression looked up from her screen. He chuckled a bit, giving her a smile.
"We're going to show Hajime around the main course building." he said simply.
"Huh? How would we do that? The security guards would never let a Reserve Course student anywhere near the building." she said.
"Ah, but that's where I come in. you see story telling has it's benefits." he said, taking out a few stapled papers, handing them to the Gamer.
"Just stick to this script and we'll have those idiots fooled for a week straight. As for Hajime, I was able to borrow one of the spare Uniforms the academy had in storage, so you'll need to go change into it." he said, pulling out the gym bag from his bag. Hajime looked at it curiously before accepting it. He walked toward a nearby tree, hoping no one would see him changing.
"Are you sure this will work? This script seems generic to me." Chiaki said, looking everything over.
"Don't worry. Just think of this as a game, we'll beat level one once we get Hajime through the gates." he said, earning a nod from her.
"I hope your right, we could get suspended for this you know." she said.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. If anything, I'll take the fall for it. It isn't fair what this academy does to the Reserve Course. I just want to give a friend a bit of hope." he said, giving her a wink. Hajime returned, now wearing the Hope's Peak uniform. Daisuke looked him over, giving him a nod.
"Perfect. Now, take this." he said, handing him an eHandbook. He looked at the device oddly before turning it on. The name Nagito Komaeda appeared on it.
"Um, why did you hand me this? And who's Nagito?" he asked.
"For today, you are. Nagito Komaeda is the Ultimate Lucky Student. With Chihiro's help, I was able to tweak the profile on that handbook and add a picture of you on it. The security personnel don't really pay attention to faces, but if they ask and see a name that's on the Roster, then they'll let you in. Now comes the fun part." he said, gesturing to the main course building. Daisuke took the gym bag from Hajime, placing it in his bag as he lead him and Chiaki toward the school.
As they got there however, Hajime was growing nervous. What if this didn't work? What if they got caught? Even worse, what if someone recognized him and they took away his scholarship? It was something that was driving him mad. However, he felt Chiaki's hand slip into his own, and all of his worries seemed to vanish. She just kept playing her game, with one hand, and still managed to get the high score.
Finally arriving at the gates, Daisuke looked around for a few seconds before stepping inside. Chiaki had to pull Hajime in because he was too scared to actually set foot in it, but once inside, he seemed to calm down. At least until a couple of security guards came up to them.
One of them looked scrawny, almost like a tooth pick. Barely had any muscle on his body and looked like he out right didn't belong in this job. Daisuke didn't even bother to acknowledge him.
The man next to him however was a monster of a man, standing at six feet five inches in height. The guy was built, with very defined muscles under his tight white shirt. He was wearing a navy blue uniform, with the crest of the academy on the pocket, and one of those golden tassels attached to his shoulder strap. He wore matching navy blue slacks and black shoes. His greenish black hair was swept to the side, and his face seemed to hold no emotion. This man was a graduate of the school, the former Ultimate Boxer, Juzo Sakakura. Daisuke had heard about this man from his teacher Chisa, who had been in his graduating class. Apparently, he had won the world champion before even leaving Hope's Peak Academy, with nothing else to do, he decided to work for the academy he grew to love, as a security guard.
"What the hell are you two doing?" he asked gruffly.
"What do you mean Juzo, we're just heading back to class." Daisuke said.
"Not with that kid behind you. I've never seen him before." the man said.
"Yes you have, this is our classmate Nagito Komaeda. You started just a few weeks ago, so haven't familiarized yourself with everyone yet. I don't blame you." Daisuke said, brushing past him, only for the man to put a hand on his shoulder.
"Kid, I can see you are trying to pull a fast on me. It isn't working." he said.
"Look, between me and you, this isn't anything new. The last guy who was in charge of the main gate let the pizza dude in three hours after visiting hours were over. Just do me a solid, Nagito's name is on the roster, no one will need to know. Besides there's...wait a minute...what the hell was that?" he suddenly said, looking toward the side of the building.
"What?" the other man asked, looking around.
"I saw something go that way. It was big...and I think they had a gun!" he said.
"A g-gun? I'm not good with guns." the man said.
"Stop lying Daisuke! There isn't shit over there." Juzo said.
"Are...are you insinuating that I'm lying? Little old me? Please have some respect! I would never lie to a handsome man in the line of duty such as yourself. I am ashamed and appalled that you would even call me a liar. I shall speak to Headmaster Kirigiri at once." he said.
"No...that's alright kid, go ahead..I'll just go investigate that thing you were saying." Juzo said, a sigh escaping his lips. They didn't pay him enough for this. Daisuke gave him a quiet thanks before continuing into the main entrance.
"Captain, are you sure it's a wise idea to let them in? Didn't you say that Nagito fellow wasn't part of the school?" the other guard said. Juzo showed him the roster for the 77th class, the name Nagito Komaeda being highlighted.
"He's on there. I can't stop a student from going into the academy, even if the true student and the one that just walked in are two different people." he said with a shrug.
"Besides, if they get caught it isn't my ass that's getting kicked out of here. Between you and I, I didn't really see them." the man said with a smirk.
Once inside the building, Hajime couldn't help but stare. The trophy cases were lined with prestigious awards. The main entrance was dotted with faculty and students, all hanging around and having a good time. Entering the first floor plaza, Daisuke turned to face him.
"Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy's Main Course building. Today's tour will consist of the following areas of interest, the Student Hotel and the Out door cafeteria, where our very own Ultimate Chef, Teruteru Hanamura has our lunch prepared. We will then continue to the second floor pool area and library, along with our classroom so you can meet our classmates. We'll move on to the third floor arcade for some video games, pop into the fourth floor Music hall before ending the tour with a walk through the fifth floor Botanical Garden. I hope you enjoy the tour, please refrain from using flash photography as it may bother the wildlife." he said, making Hajime chuckle.
"Come on Hajime, the cafeteria is this way. We haven't had lunch yet, and I assure you, Teruteru's cooking is second to none." Chiaki said, leading him toward the cafeteria. Daisuke followed along, grinning widely.
Classes had started back up, and Natsumi couldn't help but wonder where Hajime had gone to. Had he finally gotten sick of the Reserve Course and dropped out? Nah, that wasn't like him. Still, she couldn't help but wonder just what the spiky haired teen was doing. She spared a glance at the main course building, frowning to herself.
"Great, I'm picking up that moron's habits."
The teacher stopped talking when the classroom phone started to ring. Everyone watched as the man walked to the other side of the room to pick up the phone, after a seconds he hung up and looked at his students, his eyes falling on Natsumi. He cleared his throat.
"Miss Kuzuryu...it seems Headmaster Kirigiri wants to speak with you personally." he said.
"Headmaster Kirigiri? You mean from the Main Course? What could he want with me?" she asked.
"I haven't the foggiest, but he asked me to send you at my earliest convenience. His office is located on the Fourth Floor of the main course building. Just give the security guards this pass and they'll let you in." the man said, handing her a paper as she approached his desk. She looked it over, before turning for the door, wordlessly walking out of the room, completely missing the glare a certain black haired girl had shot her way.
Natsumi decided to stop at her locker to grab her bag. She didn't know how long she would be and she only had one class left. This way she wouldn't have come back for it later. When she opened her locker, she saw a piece of paper fall to the ground. She bent down and grabbed it off the floor, turning it over.
"There's been a change of plans. Meet me in the Music Room in the Main Course building at Four o'clock this afternoon. My friends are giving me a tour of the place, so it will make our practice session better.~Hajime Hinata."
"Well, what do you know? Maybe I'll get scouted as the Ultimate Lucky Student. Heh, my luck is turning around." she said, a smile on her face as she slung her backpack across her shoulder. She shoved the note in her pocket before heading down toward the school entrance.
It took her around ten minutes to actually make it to the main course building. She hadn't actually bothered to explore the campus, so she didn't know exactly how to head there, instead just walking straight to the building. She passed through the gates, only to be stopped by security.
"Oh Jesus, another one." the tall muscular man said, looking the girl over.
"I was called here by Headmaster Kirigiri. Here's my pass to prove it." she said, handing over the paper her teacher had given her. The man looked it over, giving her a laugh.
"This is rich, forgery is it? Or maybe you bribed the teacher and he gave you this in order to fool me."
"Hey, don't fuck with me! You think your all high and mighty but you are nothing more than a goddamn security guard. Kiss my ass!" She snapped.
"Well, aren't you a feisty one. That attitude of yours isn't going to win any points with anyone, especially me." the man replied. She was about to retaliate when a familiar voice filled her ears.
"Natsumi, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, big brother hey." she cried out, waving at the short teen. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, along with Peko Pekoyama made their way toward the young blonde, standing beside her and Juzo.
"Wait...she's your little sister?" Juzo asked.
"Yes, she isn't giving you any issue is she?" the Ultimate Gangster asked.
"She's trying to get into the building with this fake pass." he said, showing him the paper.
"That isn't fake man. Headmaster Kirigiri asked me to meet her here so I can take her to this office. Don't know why but she wanted to talk to her." he replied.
"I can vouch for this, I was by his side when he asked us to meet with her." Peko added, her firm voice held no doubt. Juzo looked the paper over and nodded, handing it back to Natsumi.
"Guess your clear to go. Sorry about the trouble, some kid snuck a Reserve Course normy past the gates earlier, and I didn't feel like letting that happen again." he said.
"Normy? Is that what you call Reserve Course students?" Natsumi snapped angrily.
"Okay, time to go. Come on sis." Fuyuhiko said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. He didn't want to see the girl in a full body cast.
Once inside the academy, Natsumi couldn't help but look around. She tried keeping up with her brother, but the sheer amazement on her face was a clear indicator that was distracted. He waited for her at the foot of the stairs, and she ran to catch up.
"Wow, this place is even better than I imagined." she said.
"The novelty wears off after awhile. Come on, it's best not to keep the Headmaster waiting." he said firmly, earning a nod from the blonde.
They didn't talk much as they walked, and Natsumi chalked it up to being nervous. She didn't spend much time with her brother, as he was too busy at school, or helping their father with the gang. Now that she thought about it, the title of Ultimate Little Sister wouldn't make sense for her, not when she barely spent time with him. Growing up, she did her best to get his attention, but after being named heir to the Kuzuryu clan, she just hung back. She didn't want to be a leader, she just wanted to be with him, by his side so they could form that sibling bond that she craved.
Peko had always been by his side, and she knew every little thing about him. She did her best to have a bond with Natsumi as well, but they didn't have many things in common. She was just their protector, a trained hitman in her own right, and master of the sword. She didn't doubt if Peko was carrying a katana in her shinai. Even without a sword, the quiet silver haired woman was a master of hand to hand combat, she wouldn't go down without a fight.
She hadn't even realized they had reached the Headmaster's office until she saw the two wooden doors in front of her. Fuyuhiko gave her a nod, gesturing to the door.
"Don't keep him waiting. We'll wait for you here." he said. She nodded, before turning back around, knocking on the door. The sound echoed through the hall for a few seconds, before a muffled reply was heard.
"Come in."
She opened the door, looking back at her brother before closing it after herself.
The headmaster's office was nothing like she had expected. The Reserve Course Headmaster had a small dinky office. This one resembled the one a President or Politician would have. The floors were lined with bright blue carpeting, with a rug of Hope's Peak Academy's crest in the center. Two leather couches had been placed on either side of it, along with a small wooden table. The walls on the left were lined with glass cases, filled with awards and trophies. Above it, were the pictures of all of the previous headmasters.
In the very back of the room, was a large wooden desk, lined with several knick knacks, and various files. To either side of it, were two black flags, with the crest of Hope's Peak at the center. Behind said desk, was the headmaster, Jin Kirigiri.
He was a man in his late thirties, with spiky violet hair. He had a firm face, with bright eyes. He was wearing a black pressed suit, with a matching blue tie. His hands were folded on top of the desk, and he gestured for her to take a seat in front of it. She swallowed hard, placing her backpack by her feet.
"Miss Kuzuryu...I am sure you know who I am, but for formality's sake, I shall introduce myself. I am Jin Kirigiri, headmaster of Hope's Peak Academy."
"Nice to meet you sir." she said politely.
"Do you know why you are here today?" he asked.
"Nope, not at all. I haven't done anything bad have I? I've only been here for two weeks." she said.
"No no, you haven't done anything bad. Even in you short time at the Reserve Course, you have gotten the attention of many faculty members, including some members of the Steering Committee. I overlooked your file and found some very interesting things." he said firmly. She swallowed hard.
"Alright, I'll admit. That one kid that I sent to the hospital had it coming. He was peeping on me while I was in the shower room so I felt the need to kick his ass. I may have gone a little bit to far but..." he held his hand up, stopping her midway through her story.
"Yes, I read that file extensively as well, and I assure you, what you did was nothing short of the right thing. But that however isn't the reason why you are here. You see, one of my colleagues was doing research on potential students for the 79th class. I've already gotten seven candidates for class 79A, and I was wondering if you would like to join us." he said.
"Huh?" she asked, not believing what she was hearing.
"Yes, I would like for you to join our 79th class. You'll be a little older than the students already scouted, but I feel like you'll fit in. You'll be happy to know that the school has accepted you and given you the title of Ultimate Manga Artist." he said. He held up several sheets of paper, all of them showing her works of art.
"But...I was told that wasn't even a title." she said. The man chuckled.
"I'll have you know Miss Kuzuryu, being a little sister is a talent. After all, we currently have twins with the title of Ultimate Brother Complex and Ultimate Lolita Complex. I'm sure being known as the Ultimate Manga Artist wouldn't be a problem. You won't start school until next year, but you'll be able to hang around campus, since you are already here. All you have to do is sign these papers, and you'll be recognized as a student here in the main course." he said, handing her a clipboard with several papers, along with a black fountain pen. Natsumi couldn't believe it, she just couldn't believe it. Her hand was shaking as she started signing the paperwork, the signatures being no more than squiggles on the paper.
"How...how did you find those?" She asked, looking up at the older man. He chuckled, placing them back in the file he had pulled them from.
"A young man by the name of Nagito Komaeda dropped these off with me, saying that what lied inside was nothing short of blinding hope. I didn't know what he meant until I looked them over. I'm not into manga myself, but the story was amazing, and I can't let talent like this go to waste." he said. She nodded, and kept signing the paperwork. Her luck was finally turning around, even if it was for something as embarrassing as manga drawing.
"Alright man, this is the Music Hall, pretty big isn't it?" Daisuke asked, leading Hajime into the third largest room in the academy. Hajime's jaw dropped, as he took a literal three sixty of the room. The wooden benches seemed to tie the whole room together, the large parlor windows allowed the sunlight to stream into the room, brightening it up even more than the regular lights would. He looked up, seeing the largest crystal chandelier he had ever laid eyes on.
"This isn't a Music Hall man, this is nothing short of a concert hall, look at this place." Hajime said, walking further into the room.
"That's what I said when I came in here for the first time. I spend some of my free time here just because of how peaceful it is. And I've gotten used to the acoustics, I'm planning on doing a performance here in a week or so. I already have the stories picked out, I just need to make the invitations and I'll be all set." Daisuke said confidently.
"Kind of a shame that I won't be able to see it. I'm sure your stories are awesome." Hajime said, looking at the Grand Piano in the center of the room.
"I'll see if I can work something out with the Headmaster. Hell, if it was this easy to sneak you in, it'll be easier to convince him to let you in. and if not, I'll live stream it to my YouTube channel. Ah, that reminds me, I'm hosting a Thanksgiving party at my place in three weeks and inviting all of my classmates, you should come. It isn't on the day so it won't be anything special." he said.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind coming over to hang out." the young man replied.
"Great, I'll text you my address later. Teruteru and my mom are teaming up for dinner, so it'll be amazing." he said. At the sound of that Hajime's mouth watered. The lunch he had half an hour ago had left him wanting more. The Ultimate Chef really wasn't kidding around. It was also a good thing that Daisuke left out the fact that he laced his food with drugs to make people want more of it.
"They even have a recording studio here? I bet tons of people use that." Hajime said, looking to the left side of the Music hall. Daisuke shrugged.
"Actually, I don't know of anyone that uses it, aside from Sayaka, who I think is releasing an album soon. I'll probably use it soon, it's about time for another audio book." he said.
"Hajime, it's almost time for class to end, would you like me to take you to the Botanical Garden?" Chiaki asked.
"Sure, I've actually been dying to see it. I heard rare plants from all over the world are grown here." he said.
"Oh yeah, there's a big Venus Fly trap in the center of the garden. Try not to touch it though, rumor has it, someone got unlucky and ended up being eaten alive." he said, the tone of his voice deepening a bit.
"What? That can't be true...can it?" Hajime asked, looking at Chiaki who gave him a shrug.
"Yes, it is 100% true. You see, not that long ago, there was this young woman named Kimiko, who had the title of Ultimate Botanist. She wanted to create the perfect plant, something that would take care of pests while also being beautiful. She cross bred several genus types, resulting in that large plant. It was beautiful, and smelled great too. Kimiko did her best to care for it, made sure the sprinklers gave it enough water, and all of the weeds were taken care of. She didn't know that she had created a monster.
One day, when Kimiko walked up to the garden to take care of her plant, she noticed a few articles of clothing on the ground. When she approached it to make sure no one was around, thick green vines shot out of the plant and grabbed her. She begged and plead to be let go, but the plant didn't care. In the end, Kimiko was consumed by her creation. That's why the title of Ultimate Botanist hasn't been used in this academy for the last three years." he said, ending his story. Hajime looked absolutely frightened by it, and Chiaki most definitely was frightened, he could tell just by how she was holding the young man. Daisuke shrugged.
"It's advised to be careful around the plant, and to carry around some weed spray, as it hates that stuff, but I wouldn't get to close, just in case." he said with a grin.
"Dude, fuck you. That is such a bullshit lie." Hajime snapped.
"It could be, or I could be telling the truth. You be the judge." he said.
"Let's go Chiaki, I need to see this thing myself." the young man said, earning a nod from the pink haired girl. The two of them left the music hall shortly afterward, the bell ringing loudly right after. He rolled his eyes.
"Have fun on your date you two." he whispered, turning back to the stage.
He walked toward it, taking slow steps up the small wooden stairs. Once on stage, he walked over to the piano, checking it over. He had heard that the previous Ultimate Pianist had donated her own Grand Piano to the academy, and he could tell it was very well taken care of. All around him were various musical instruments, it made him feel as if he was in a music shop. He sat down at the bench, looking at the ivory keys. He was about to start playing something, when his phone started to ring. Sighing to himself, he pulled it out of his bag and flicked it open, surprised to see that it was Sonia who was calling him. He pressed the green button, holding it to his ear.
"Hello, Lady Sonia is something wrong?" he asked.
"Yes, something has gone terribly wrong. It seems I have lost track of Sargent Sprinkles." she said, her tone sounding very worried.
"Um...who?"
"Sargent Sprinkles is the name of the Bald Eagle me and Tanaka were talking about a couple of days ago. I looked away for a couple of seconds and he just took off. You haven't seen him have you?"
"No...I haven't seen a large predatory bird that can very well peck my eyes out flying around. But I'll let you know if I spot him, check the rafters, birds of prey like to survey their surroundings before going in for the kill." he said.
"That's an amazing idea. Thank you so much Daisuke, please do keep an eye out for him. It would be very bad for Tanaka if we were to loose him."
Daisuke stared at his call counter as it flashed before he was greeted with the home screen of his phone. He shook his head, closing it and placing it in his bag.
"Jesus Christ, next they'll tell me there's a freaking Polar bear on the loose." he muttered dryly.
He sighed, standing up from the bench. Walked behind the curtain, looking for the Auxiliary cord so he could plug his laptop into it. If he could sing a rough version of his song out first, he'd be able to see what he needed to fix later. He heard footsteps and turned around, peeking through the curtain. He didn't see anything, though he heard something being placed beside the stage. He kept watching, only to see the black haired girl from the Reserve Course, looking around the empty hall.
"Sato? What the hell is she doing here? Matter of fact, how the hell did she get in? Oh wait...the bell rung, when left it would have made it easier to sneak in, cleaver girl, but what is she here for?" he thought to himself. T
he bell had rung at around 3:30, and right now it was around 3:46. He couldn't see the wall clock that was mounted above the stage, so it was just an estimate. He saw the girl heading toward the instruments, hiding behind a Double Bass case. His hand tightened around his bag strap. He felt a shiver go down his spine, and he didn't know why. He looked at his phone a could of times, ten minutes had passed and nothing happened. He spared a glanced to the doors, seeing someone else walking into the room. His eyes widened when he saw that it was Natsumi Kuzuryu. She looked around the room, finding it empty.
"Jeez, I'm here early. I should have waited with Fuyuhiko down stairs." she said to herself, her voice echoing through the empty room. She noticed the fish tank near the windows, and decided to go look at it to pass the time. He noticed Sato carefully stepping out from her hiding spot, her shoes were in her hands, so her steps actually couldn't be heard. She crept over to the side of the stage and grabbed what looked like a metal baseball bat, holding it firmly in her hands.
"Oh, Jesus Christ she's going to kill her!" he shouted in his mind. He grit his teeth, taking his bag off his shoulder. He walked out from behind the curtain.
"Watch out!" he cried, forcing Natsumi to turn around.
Her eyes widened when she sat Sato standing behind her, baseball bat poised to strike. She rose it above her head, not caring that she was caught, only for something to slam into her side. Daisuke had thrown his bag at her, making her drop the bat from shock and pain. He then tackled her to the ground, pinning her down with all his weight.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Were you trying to kill her?" he shouted.
"Yes, yes I was because she's a worthless wretch! She doesn't have the right to be alive." she shouted, spitting in Daisuke's face. He cringed, not expecting her to do that, only to take a punch to the face. He reeled back, slamming into the stage. He opened his eyes in time for Sato to kick him right in the ribs. He cried in pain, loosing the air from his lungs.
"I'm getting out of here. Don't worry, I'll call for help." Natsumi cried out. Sato however grabbed the bat from the ground and threw it at the blonde, making her fall onto the ground, crying in pain. Sato let out a laugh.
"You can't run from me, not now and not ever. I don't know how it was that you were elected to be in the Main course, but I will not let that happen." She cried. She stomped on Natsumi's arm, an audible snap filling the room.
The blonde howled in pain, tears streaming down her face. She was about to stomp on it again, when she heard the shutter of a camera. She turned back, seeing Daisuke holding his phone up. He was still clutching his stomach, but had managed to snap her picture. He quickly opened a text chat, starting to type a short message. Sato grit her teeth, and walked over to him.
"You think you can call for help? Sorry, but you aren't going to be that lucky." she said, taking his phone from his grasp.
He was about to stand up, only for her to slam his head against the side of the stage. He cried in pain, feeling a thick warm liquid start falling from the side of his head. She took the phone in her hand, snapping it clean in half, tossing both halves onto the ground. She turned around, only see a limping Natsumi making her way toward the doors. She sighed, walking toward the blonde, grabbing her by her hair. Tears streamed down her face as she was pulled to the back of the room.
"Please...Sato, I'm sorry. For whatever I did to you, I was wrong. I was a mean spirited person who was filled with nothing but jealousy. I shouldn't have been mean to you." she cried out, causing the black haired girl to laugh.
"It's a little too late for that Natsumi. You've put me through hell for the last few years of my life. I'm tired of this, now I'll get my revenge." she cried.
She took the lid off the fish tank, tossing it aside as she dunked the blonde's face into the water. Natsumi struggled to get free, but with a broken arm, she couldn't do anything. Daisuke grit his teeth and forced himself to stand up. Dizzy from his head injury, he struggled his way over to Sato, delivering a firm punch to her side. She cried in pain, forced to let go of Natsumi, who took a deep breath of air, her face and hair soaked with the water from the tank. Sato turned around, clutching her side.
"Bastard, I am going to make you pay for that." she said.
"Sato, for fucksakes. This isn't the answer, didn't you hear a thing I said earlier? Jealousy is a bad thing, but revenge is worse than that. Nothing will come of this, if you kill Natsumi, nothing is going to stop Fuyuhiko from killing you. Think about it."
The black haired girl let out a violet scream of rage and pulled her fist back, throwing a punch at Daisuke, who was able to dodge it. Without another choice, he threw a punch of his own, hitting her square in the face. This only seemed to anger her more, as she threw another punch. He easily caught her fist, but this proved to be a fake out, as she kneed him in the solar plexus, making him loose the air in his lungs.
As he panted for breath, she grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him into the fish tank. The glass broke, sending the glass shards and water all over the place. Daisuke groaned in pain, feeling several sharp pieces of glass piercing his back and arms. He could see the fish flopping around, as Sato stood above him, the baseball bat raised over her head. Natsumi however wasn't going to let her savior die, so she ended up biting into the girl's Achilles tendon, causing her to fall to the ground in pain.
"Gah...you bitch!" she cried loudly. Natsumi grabbed a shard of glass and stabbed it into her arm, twisting it around. Streams of blood gushed out of the cut.
"Take that you cunt! I've wanted to do this for so fucking long now!" she said, pulling the glass shard from the girl's arm. She held it to her throat, her green eyes glowing with rage.
"Nat...sumi...don't." Daisuke wheezed, forcing himself to sit up.
"Why shouldn't I? The bitch tried to kill us." she replied.
"I don't...want anyone...to die." he said simply. Neither of them saw Sato reaching for the bat.
"That's rich. I wouldn't want anything other than to see this bitch on ice. She deserves it for all the shit she's put me through. Trying to kill me, ha! What a laugh!" she cried. Sato grit her teeth, pushing the blonde girl away with all her strength. She swung the bat as hard as she could, nailing her right on the side, cracking several of her ribs. Natsumi cried in pain, she tried to breathe, but her side hurt with every breath she took. Sato dropped the bat, wrapping her hands around Natsumi's neck.
"How does it feel? To see my face as you take your final breath? I hope you rot in hell for everything you've done you slut." she cried, squeezing the life out of the girl. Daisuke grit his teeth and stood up, making his way over to the black haired girl. He wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her off the blonde. He tossed her to the ground, pinning her arms above her head. Reaching for a speaker cord, he started tying her up.
"What are you doing?" she cried.
"Stopping you from making a mistake." he said, he didn't know how much blood he was loosing, but he felt really dizzy. His right eye was closed, and he could feel the blood hitting his arm. Once he tied her arms up, he grabbed her legs, trying her up to the stage.
"Fuck you! You asshole, you have no idea what's like, to be made fun of for being normal, for wanting every day of your life to be in this academy and to be overlooked because someone is better than you!"
"Just until a few months back, I was nothing but a normal person. I was made fun of every day of my life by my father, who shunned me for being a Story Teller, for writing stories and expressing myself the way I chose. Life isn't gumdrops and rainbows. Some people are born talented, and others aren't. That's just the way it is." he said, tying the final knot. He grabbed his bag and slung it across his shoulder, bending down to pick up the unconscious Natsumi.
"Come back here! That bitch needs to die, fuck!" she cried, her voice echoing through the empty room.
Daisuke grit his teeth, he was taking shallow breaths, and he noticed all of the deep cuts on his arms from the fish tank. Natsumi wasn't going much better, her arm was broken, the bone had pierced her skin and she was bleeding everywhere. That strike with the bat had also broken several ribs, so he didn't know exactly what was wrong with her. The school was empty, since class had ended, everyone was already in their dorms or somewhere else. He reached the stairwell, and started slowly making his way down, only to slip on one of the steps, he stumbled a bit, rapidly turning around.
He fell back, slamming hard against the steps. He howled in pain, but hid hold on Natsumi didn't lessen. He was sure something had broken. He looked to the top of the stairs, eyes widening as he saw a grinning Sato, holding the bat in her hands. He quickly scrambled to get up, somehow finding the strength to run. Reaching the third floor, he took off up the hall, limping as he went. He could see Sato slowly making her way toward him. He took a sharp corner, just as she had swung the bat. The bricks exploded, sending dust and chunks of white stone everywhere.
"You can't run Daisuke Fuji. There's no one here, the classrooms are empty, and no one can hear you scream." she said firmly.
He stumbled, stopping for a brief second to catch his breath. He kept hobbling up the hall, spotting the Rec room. He quickly turned, heading down the stairs. Sato smirked, throwing her baseball bat at his legs, causing him to fall forward. He hit the ground hard, almost loosing consciousness. He saw Natsumi, a few feet away from him, struggling to breath. She opened a single eye, looking right at him. Sato's eyes flashed a bright red as she brought her bat above her head. Daisuke closed his eyes, holding his arms up to protect himself. He screamed in agony as he felt his arm snap like a twig.
"Did...you guys hear that?" Hiyoko asked, looking over her shoulder toward the First floor plaza. Mikan, Ibuki, Mahiru and her had been waiting there for Sato to arrive, who had said she would meet them at the main hall. Due to being friends with one of the faculty members, she had been given a Hallway pass that allowed her to walk into the academy, but she hadn't shown up yet.
"No, I didn't hear anything." Mahiru said, looking at her camera.
"Me either." Mikan added.
"It...sounded like a scream. You heard it right Ibuki?" Hiyoko asked, looking at the musician, who gave her a nod.
"Yes, it sounded like a guy...kinda like Daisuke actually." she said.
"You don't think, something bad happened to him right?" Mikan asked, her nurse senses were going into overdrive.
"Doubt it, he said he was going to be giving one of the Reserve Course kids a tour today, so it couldn't have been him." Mahiru said.
Another scream tore through the area, this time a female one. Hiyoko sprung into action, racing up the hallway with practiced skill. Her ponytail whipped from side to side as she ran up the empty hall, her wooden sandals clacking loudly against the tile floor. Ibuki was right behind her, easily matching her pace. The two of them raced up the stairs, reaching the second floor. They looked around for a few second, hearing voices coming from the third floor. They quickly move toward the stairs leading up there, only to stop at what they saw.
Daisuke was being pinned to the ground, by Sato of all people, who was choking him with a baseball bat. Blood was pouring from the sides of his head, one of his eyes was closed. He was trying to push her off his body, but one of his arms was clearly broken. An unconscious Natsumi was a few feet from them, a bit of blood coming out of her mouth.
"Sato stop!" Ibuki cried, grabbing her attention. The girl's eyes opened as wide as dinner plates, as she tossed the bat aside.
"Um...Ibuki, Hiyoko...hi." she said, waving her blood soaked hand.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Hiyoko shouted, anger coursing through her small frame.
"She's...trying...to kill...us." Daisuke groaned, coughing up a bit of blood.
"No I'm not. I'm not doing anything." she cried.
"Oh my god...Sato what...what did you do?" Mahiru asked, glancing up at her friend. Mikan brushed past them, racing up to Natsumi's side. She checked her over, as quickly as she could.
"She has a collapsed lung, and six broken ribs, and her arm is snapped in two. She's loosing blood." she said.
"I'll go call for help." Ibuki said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She raced down toward the Nurse's office, hoping Kiriko was still there.
"Mahiru...I'm sorry...please don't hate me." Sato whispered, taking a few steps back from the two injured teens. Daisuke sat up, clutching his broken arm.
"Hate you...what the fuck Sato? What drove you to do this? This isn't like you...you...tried to kill one of my friends!" the redhead snapped.
"I'm sorry...it wasn't supposed to be him, it was only going to be her, but he got in the way." Sato snapped angrily, wiping her tears from her eyes, smearing blood all over her face.
"Fuck you, you psycho bitch. You snapped my arm in half, and tried to kill Natsumi. She may have acted wrong toward you but that isn't a reason to kill anyone." Daisuke said, clutching his head. Mikan had already taken out some gauze and had been using them to stop the bleeding. Once done wrapping his head up, she moved toward Natsumi.
"I can't believe you would do this. Daisuke may be a dork, and useless in daily tasks, and annoying..."
"Okay Hiyoko, I get it." Daisuke snapped angrily.
"But he doesn't deserve to die for that. I hate to admit it, but he's my friend too, and friends don't kill friends." the small dancer said, clearly angry.
"It wasn't supposed to be him! It was only supposed to be Natsumi. He got in my way!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Hiyoko shouted, glaring at the black haired girl. It took her a few seconds to realize she was crying. She didn't even bother wiping her tears as she looked at the ground.
"Your actions aren't going to be justified. It doesn't matter how messed up Natsumi is, that doesn't grant you the right to take her life. Words are nothing but sound that comes out of a persons mouth, and break apart in the breeze. A life is more sacred than that!" she said, looking at the ground. She felt someone put their hand atop her head, and looked up to see the smiling face of Daisuke. He was covered in blood, and looked like hell, but even then he kept on smiling.
"Don't cry Hiyoko. No one is dead, and Sato will pay for what she's done. I can't forgive a person who would willingly take the life of another. I don't care that she did this to me, I'm glad that she did actually. It meant that through hurting me, Natsumi was spared." he said.
"Jesus, sit down before you loose more blood!" she exclaimed, earning a chuckle from the Story Teller. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.
"Man, this is gonna be a hell of a story. Do you think I should join the School News Paper? I think I am capable of writing articles and stuff." he said.
"Your delirious. Just stop talking and wait for help to arrive." Mikan said, forcing him to sit down.
"Daisuke you dork! Don't be an idiot, you could die!" Hiyoko cried out.
"I'm not gonna die. I promise." he said, a grin on his face.
It wasn't long before Ibuki returned, not only with Kiriko but with a girl who claimed to be the Ultimate EMT. They helped Mikan keep Natsumi and Daisuke stable until the ambulances arrived to take them to the local hospital. Everyone had gathered outside, watching with baited breath to see who was going to come out of those doors, but Fuyuhiko never imagined it would be his sister and his classmate. He tried running toward them, but Peko held him back, shaking her head. It wasn't long before Sato was handcuffed and forced into a police car. This would certainly be an interesting report for the Hope's Peak Gazette.
Daisuke hated hospitals. He always had, but he couldn't complain. The doctor had told him that he would need to wear the cast on his arm for a few weeks, until the bone fully healed. He had gone into surgery, where he had some reinforcing bars in place. Natsumi had been lucky, she only needed to have the bones rearranged. She however had six broken ribs and a collapsed lung, so she wouldn't be going anywhere. He had to get a few stitches on his head due to the cut, and had gotten some on his arms for the deeper cuts.
Everything else was superficial wounds, and he would make a full recovery soon. He was a bit relaxed, due to the drugs he was under. He looked to his left, seeing the sleeping form of Natsumi, who had requested upon waking up that she be put in his room. Fuyuhiko also had some of his men guard the room, so that no one but the doctors, classmates and parents could get into the room, and Peko was guarding the inside of the room, leaning against the door frame. The only thing filling the silent room was the beeps of the heart monitors, which were driving him insane. He didn't even have his story book or his cellphone, since Sato had broken. He looked out the window, but didn't see much of anything.
"Is something wrong Daisuke? You seem restless." Peko said, looking at him from across the room.
"I'm fucking bored. I'm usually writing in my book, or reading something online, but I can't do that right now. I wonder if SpiritShipperGirl231 updated anything recently?" he asked to himself. The silver haired swordswoman shook her head, looking at the sleeping Natsumi.
"Well, I suppose we can talk. You must be wondering why I am here to protect you two right?" she asked quietly.
"I gathered that myself. You hang around Fuyuhiko a lot, and the fact that you are here means that you are connected to him in some way that he doesn't want anyone to know."
"Quite right. Put simply, I am his sword. If he needs someone taken care of, I'll take care of them for him. I was trained to protect him with my life. He's my master." she said.
"So...you were hired by the Kuzuryu clan to become a hitman or something?" he asked curiously.
"No...remember how I said I was abandoned as a baby? That wasn't entirely true. My real parents owed a debt to the clan, and I was given to them as payment. I grew up alongside Fuyuhiko, and was trained in the way of the sword from a young age. I did take up an interest to it, so Mr. Kuzuryu arranged for someone to teach me. I wasn't treated as some kid that was given to them as payment. They took me in, treated me like family. I owe them my life, so I'm willing to lay down mine in order to protect my young masters."
"I...didn't think something like that would be thrust onto you at such a young age. It must be hard."
"Not really. Fuyuhiko treats me like a normal person, and has never asked me to kill anyone in his name. He's not a violent person, even though he's the heir to the clan. It's ironic in a sense, a none violent gang leader." she replied.
"Heh, that is really ironic. Don't worry Peko, I'll keep all of this between us, I can tell you don't want the others finding out about this yet."
"Thank you...for what it's worth...I'd like to also thank you for saving the young lady from being hurt. Natsumi has an attitude problem beyond words, but she doesn't mean anything she says. Being the second born, she usually gets passed over, as everyone always wants to focus on her brother. She had the chance of becoming the heiress to the clan, but she has no interest in a gang leader. In fact, her interests lie with manga." she said.
"Manga? She's a Manga artist?" he asked curiously, looking at the sleeping blonde. Peko nodded, closing her eyes.
"She doesn't like admitting it, but she's a good manga artist. The stories she comes up with are very charming and creative. She hides it well, especially with that silly talent of being the Ultimate Little Sister. No matter what talent she's given, she'll always say she's the Ultimate Little Sister." she replied.
"She should just...embrace her talent. There's nothing wrong with it, especially if it gets you noticed. Who knows? Maybe this little experience will be enough for a story. I'm certainly thinking up one right now." he said.
"I wouldn't put it past you to come up with a story from something like this. I heard from Chiaki that you told her some made up story about the plant in the Botanical Garden, she and that Hajime boy were scared senseless when I saw them." she said.
"Hehe, yeah. I saw my chance and I took it. Besides it was just a set up for them to have some alone time. It's painfully obvious that they are in love with each other."
"I can name another person who's in love. Speaking of that, rumor has it that you and Celestia Ludenberg are dating, is that true?" Peko asked, earning a no from the lad.
"We decided to stay friends. We didn't have much in common, and she didn't feel like being in a relationship at the moment. Can't blame her, I'm not that good of a guy anyway." he said.
"Oh don't say that. Your girl will come along, sure enough." she said.
"I'll keep you to that. Say, since you practice kendo, would you be willing to teach me some? I'm not that good of a fighter, but I feel the need to pick something up. That surely would have helped me out today." he said.
"Of course. I wouldn't mind teaching you what I know, but you'll have to take it seriously, no slacking off. We can start as soon as your arm is out of that cast."
"Awesome. I can't wait." he said with a smile.
Even in the bleakest times, Daisuke found himself smiling. That was something that Peko didn't seem to understand. No matter the situation, he would always have a smile on his face, something that she wasn't able to do. Perhaps when he started his lessons, he could share with her why he smiles so much.