The End of Hope's Peak Academy: Zetsubou-Hen

by The Celestial Sky Dragon

Hope's Peak Academy was a place where the Elite of the Elite came to hone their skills. The students of Class 77 had been here for a year now, entering their second when they get word of a new student. Daisuke is a young man who feels like he doesn't fit in, even with his title. How will he handle his new life in Hope's Peak? Especially with Despair looming on the horizon? (Diyoko)

12. Thanksgiving Special

A/N: Guess Who's Back? Back Again...Celestial's Back, with some friends...okay enough of that. It seems I have returned to my early morning posting, in the dead of night, when no one would suspect, Celestial bring out, the best of the best. And this time, it shall be the longest chapter for this story so far, being 59 pages long, and trust me I will only aim to make them longer, for your reading pleasure, or annoyance when you are tired and want it to end but it doesn't end. It's a little dose of despair from me to you!

Tonight's chapter will be the Thanksgiving chapter, but that's all in title alone, as the thanksgiving dinner doesn't even happen. But Celestial, isn't it supposed to happen if it's titled that? Well review section, yes it is, but I got lazy, the chapter veered off topic and well, I decided to just say, fuck it, let the chips fall where they may, and might I say this one is an emotional rollercoaster. So do enjoy it.

Also, I have been debating on several things for my story. the first being what will happen when Junko finally shows up, I wanted to do something special where she starts planting seeds of despair in the young minds of several people, with Sato being the first, as Junko will end up paying her bail and letting her out to do as she pleases around the academy, as her own personal revenge. I was going to change how Mikan falls to despair, as she was originally helping Ryouta Mitarai and taking care of him, but I don't know what I will do with that. The despair video will still exist, it will just be worked into the story a little differently. Also, I am going to make on reference to Danganronpa Togami, that being Junko's Black Book of Despair, it will play a big role in this story of mine.

Also, I decided to foreshadow something once she is in the academy. there is going to be a point where something belonging to a member of Class 77 will go missing, and everyone will blame each other, as you all know, Daisuke is writing a novel about several students being trapped in an academy where they must kill to leave, obviously foreshadowing the events of Trigger Happy Havoc, as he was it's designer. So yes, what I am trying to say is that Daisuke Fuji created the concept of the Classroom Trial, and there will be one Classroom Trial, that Junko will end up sitting into, and that's how she figures out who it all works out, of course this one is innocent, but more on that when it gets written.

Finally, I will be adding a new student to Class 77's roster. A young woman named Takane Nishijima: the Ultimate Astronomer. She will be part of their class from now on and will be introduced next chapter, just before the Biggest Most Tragic Event in Daisuke's Life takes place. She will also be present for when Nagito gets suspended, so her being part of their class will make it seem like she doesn't belong, but Daisuke and Chiaki will make her feel welcome. As for how it affects the continuity of the story? Well, you leave that too me, I will set it all straight when the time comes.

Enough of my rambling, I shall post this chapter, For NARNIA!

The End of Hope's Peak Academy

Zetzubou-Hen

Chapter 12

Thanksgiving

Being up early was something that Daisuke was used to. After all, Sonia made sure he got up at Seven AM every morning so he wouldn't miss class. Then again he was always late to class, and since he didn't necessarily need to attend them, he never got a tardy mark or anything, unless he was going to Math, then he would get shit for literally everything. On a holiday, he would be sleeping in, but today wasn't a holiday, that would be the following day.

Daisuke had gotten up relatively early, and had decided to take a quick shower. It had been a little hard, especially with his cast. He had to wrap it in a plastic bag and make sure it didn't get wet, unless he wanted it to come off and turn into a mess of plaster. It had been another challenge to get dressed, but at least Kazuichi was there to help him put his shirt and vest on. Once he was dressed, he headed downstairs, where his mother was already hard at work. He also spotted Teruteru in the kitchen, aiding the woman in their endeavor of cooking food for everyone.

"Morning mom, morning Teru." he greeted.

"Good morning Daisuke, you look nice." Maria said, glancing at her son. He had decided to wear something a little closer to formal wear. He was wearing a long sleeve plaid shirt, which was light green in color, and had been rolled up to the elbows, due to his cast. Underneath he wore a white tank top, which rested over his black slim fit jeans. He wore a pair of black sneakers. As always, he had his messenger bag slung across his shoulder. His hair, for once wasn't as spiky as normal, and was a bit more tame.

"I agree, you look ready to party." Teruteru said, handing him a plate of waffles.

"Thanks, I figured it would be best to dress like this now instead of waiting until the afternoon. I know you don't want me to help out mom, but I need to do something. How many guests are we having?" he asked.

"Around 45 or so. Some are co-workers, they'll be closing the cafe early and coming here at around three. Your friends should be here by then, the neighbors will show up around that time as well. After that, the only people left are Ryusuke and his family." she said, spitting the last part out with venom. The Ultimate Chef beside her shivered a bit.

"Ugh...don't remind me. The bastard is probably still salty about what me and Celeste did to him and his friends. He might do something to piss me off, more then telling me my talent is useless." he said.

"Sweetheart, whatever he says doesn't matter. I don't think your talent is useless, and neither do your friends, nor Hope's Peak Academy, he's just a bastard because you got into the academy he dreamed of getting into when he was a kid. If anything, I can just put laxatives in his food." she said, giving him a wink.

"Oh my, Maria I didn't think you could be so cold." Teruteru said, a smile on his features.

"I'm cold when I have to be, no one calls my baby's talent useless." she said, kissing Daisuke's cheek.

"Aw jeez mom, not in front of my friend." he groaned, his cheeks tinging red.

"Morning chumps, I smell bacon." Hiyoko cried out, entering the kitchen.

She was wearing a beautiful black kimono, with a pink inner lining. It had several pink flower petals near the top, with bright pink and white flowers carefully printed on it. It was long, almost floor length in design, her small feet were barely visible. The bottom of it had different hues of pink and orange, with large flowers in various colors. The sleeves were long, almost touching the floor, and sported the same hues near the bottom. She was wearing a light blue obi sash, tightly wrapped around her small frame, and tied around the back into a perfect bow. The obi had some birds on it, along with some tree branches, the leaves sporting some warm fall colors. She was wearing her usual wooden sandals, but had on a pair of socks which were white in color.

Her long blonde hair, normally worn up, was now down to her lower back, and had been thoroughly brushed. She had placed a lotus flower in her hair, the soft pinkish white color bringing out her eyes a bit more. She left some long strands to frame her face, and had parted her bangs over her left eye. The permanent blush on her cheeks brought out her cuteness, even though she had grown in stature over the last few weeks, now being around four feet seven inches in height.

"The fuck are you looking at?" She snapped, forcing Daisuke out of his gawking. He hadn't even realized he had been staring at her that intently. He cleared his throat, and shoved a piece of waffle into his mouth, looking away from the dancer.

"Aw, don't blame him for looking. You look beautiful dear, that Kimono really brings out the best of you, that flower makes your eyes positively glow!" Maria said. Hiyoko blushed a bit, a smile on her face.

"Thank you, I do try my hardest...I'm glad you like my Kimono, I only wear this one on special occasions...my daddy gave it to me, so it means a lot to me." she said.

"Well, that man certainly has an eye for stuff like this. Sit down, I'll get you some breakfast. Are Sonia and Mikan up yet?"

"Sonia is taking a shower, Tsumiki is a little tied up at the moment." she said.

"With what, might I ask?" Teruteru asked curiously.

"She somehow tied herself up with her bedsheets. I was going to help her, but the smell of bacon caught my attention." she admitted.

"You are a horrible person you know that." Daisuke said, swallowing his food.

"Hey, a growing girl has to eat. Better that I eat early before the bottomless pit shows up." she said, referring to their brown haired gymnast classmate. Maria grinned, snapping her tongs loudly.

"I'll have you know Akane will not be an issue. I have been preparing large amounts of food just for her. After watching just how much that girl puts it down, I had something special ordered for her." she said, walking over to the sink. With a firm grunt, she lifted the large cut of meat that had been defrosting, setting it on a tray that was on the counter.

"Holy shit mom, did you buy her a cow?" Daisuke asked, unable to look away from the large roast. She giggled.

"I got it at a discount from a friend. He always knows how to find me the best cuts of meat for cheap."

"Bet you 4,000 yen she'll eat that in ten minutes." Hiyoko said, glancing at Daisuke.

"Fine, it'll be a nice little profit when she doesn't." he said, holding his hand out. Luckily this time she didn't split in her own before they shook. He noticed her hand was softer than last time, and she had painted her fingernails with pale yellow polish. He let go after a few seconds, turning back to his mother to avoid blushing.

"So, what do you need help on? I won't take no for an answer!" he said firmly. She sighed, shaking her head.

"If you insist on helping, I can't stop you. Do you think you can help Kazuichi set up the tables out back? He should be done with the grill by now." she said. He nodded, finishing his breakfast.

"Thanks for the food Teru, it was amazing as always." he said.

"You're very welcome Daisuke. You know I don't mind making food for my friends." he said with a small smile. Hiyoko shuddered a bit, feeling a chill go down her spine. Daisuke excused himself, heading toward the back door.

"Ugh...why is he always smiling?" she muttered dryly.

"Daisuke smiles a lot because he wants to spread happiness to everyone around him. He's had it rough you know, he's probably told you this already." Maria said.

"Actually no, he hasn't told us anything." the blonde dancer replied, taking the plate of pancakes and bacon from her.

"He...hasn't? But you all are so close with him, I assumed he did." she said.

"No...Daisuke hasn't talked much about his life, aside from telling us everything his father has told him. He's always frowning when he talks about him, and he seems really mad when he talks about his older brother." Teruteru replied.

"I wonder why he's keeping that hidden, I know it's a little hard for him to talk about, but I would have thought...nevermind. It's best not to dwell on it. Hiyoko, if you don't mind could you help Erika with the utensils and stuff?"

"Sure, I'll get on it right after I'm done eating this amazing bacon." the girl replied, obviously enjoying the strips of fried pork. Mario and Teruteru shared a look, but then continued preparing the food, with the older woman focusing on stuffing the large turkey they would be roasting for the evening.

Stepping into the backyard, Daisuke looked around. The yard was quite spacious, and had lush green grass, though at this point it was starting to dry up due to the season. There was a stone path leading toward the garage doors, the door was wide open, and he could see his sister already at work setting everything up. The entire backyard was fenced off by a large stone and steel fence, which was tall enough to make it difficult for people to climb over. The back was separated from the alley way with thick green hedges, which were trimmed down and kept very even. Daisuke saw four tall stakes driven into the ground, a trail of multicolored lamps hanging from them. Finally, he saw his friend, finishing up on the grill.

Kazuichi had been wearing something rather simple. He wore a light yellow jump suit, the shirt part of it being tied around his waist. He wore a black tee shirt, with a silver chain around his neck. On his feet he wore sneakers, instead of his normal boots. His hair was of course covered by his black cap. Daisuke could see his sister's puppy, Snowflake, sitting beside him, entranced by what he was doing.

"Yo, Kazuichi you done with that grill yet?" he asked, stopping next to him. Snowflake gave a few yips in greeting, running around the story teller for a few seconds before shooting off into the yard.

"Just about. This thing hadn't been used in so long, I had to take it apart and rework everything, thankfully there were a couple spare parts in the garage I put to good use. The gas line is clean, and I oiled up a few things so it could work better." he said.

"Yeah, this grill is quite old. It used to belong to the original owner of this place." he said, a frown on his face.

"Was that your dad?" he asked curiously. Daisuke shook his head.

"Hell no! My father never bought something like this for our family, that bastard wouldn't be caught using his hard earned cash for things like this." he replied, clenching his fist.

"Sorry to hear that. My old man can be a dick wad sometimes too, I've grown a bit used to it though. He didn't really support me much, but at least he guided me when I was learning to work with machines." he admitted.

"At least he did that for you, my dad is nothing but an insult machine. Bastard thinks that just because I'm talented at something, I deserve to be insulted for it. One day, he's going to pay in blood for it." he said firmly.

"Whoa...you aren't going to kill him right? Cuz that would just be bad you know?" the pink haired teen asked. Daisuke shook his head.

"I wouldn't take someones life like that. But that doesn't mean I can't write a story about it." he said with a grin.

"Suppose so. Alright then, let's get started with those tables then. You sure you can help?" he asked, glancing at the teen's broken arm.

"Definitely. The spare tables are in the shed." he said, leading him toward the wooden building near the back of the yard.

For the next few minutes, Kazuichi and Daisuke worked on setting up all of the tables around the backyard. The sun was shining brightly, and it was relatively warm. The story teller was able to get to know his fellow classmate a bit more, and he was glad for that. After awhile, Erika and Hiyoko started bringing all of the utensils and plastic plates and cups they would be using during the day, setting them on the big table next to the grill. Sonia came into the yard carrying a small propane tank with little effort.

"Miss Sonia, why didn't you call me? I would have gladly carried that for you!" Kazuichi said. The platinum blonde princess set the tank down, huffing a bit. She grinned, flexing her arm.

"I'll have you know, manual labor isn't an issue for a girl like me!" she said proudly. The princess had decided on a simple dress, much like the one she had been wearing the day before, only this one was light blue in color. She was wearing a yellow belt around her waist, the buckle shining a bit in the sunlight. She had also tied her hair up into a high ponytail, letting two long strands frame her face, she had a bit of dark eyeliner on, which made her cornflower blue eyes stand out more. She was wearing a pair of white sandals, which wrapped around her legs.

"You look beautiful Sonia." Daisuke said, making the princess blush.

"Thank you Daisuke, I was trying not to look so formal. It's very hard when you are a princess you know." she said, giving him a wink. Kazuichi glared at his friend as he hooked the gas line into the tank.

"Well, the set up back here is done. What else do we have to do?" Daisuke asked curiously.

"Nothing much, Erika and Hiyoko are practically done in the garage, Maria just put the turkey into the oven, and Teruteru is starting on all the other stuff." Sonia replied.

"Hmm, I suppose we're done for now. I guess I can go to the airport now, I need to pick up my grandmother. She should be arriving soon." Daisuke said, pulling his car keys from his pocket.

"Great, then I'll leave picking mother up to you son. Don't start drifting on her now." Maria said, carrying a large wrapped tray out of the kitchen. He smirked.

"Don't worry, I won't go Tokyo Drift on her until after we get out of the terminal." he said with a wink. He said his goodbyes to his friends and walked off, heading through the garage so save himself the trouble of going through the house.

"Hey big bro, are you picking up Abuela from the airport?" Erika asked, earning a nod from him.

"Yup, why do you wanna come with me?" he asked.

"No, but you need someone to help you...how about you take Hiyoko with you?" She asked, glancing at the blonde dancer. She looked up from her comic, glaring at the brunette.

"Ugh...why do I have to do it? Take the princess with you instead." she huffed.

"Nope, you need to help my big brother out today. He was telling me all about how he helped you when you were sick, so now that he's injured you have to help him. Go on." she said, giving Daisuke a wink. He didn't even know what that meant, but the pout on the blonde dancer's face told him she was clearly annoyed. She closed her comic book, standing from her seat, her wooden sandals clacking loudly on the cement floor.

"Well let's go. Best not keep the woman waiting." she said. He nodded, heading toward his car. He unlocked it, opening the door and getting inside. He set his messenger bag on the back seat, placing his key in the ignition. Hiyoko got into the passenger seat, slamming the door closed, making him glare at her.

"Hey, this is an expensive car, try not to break my door." he said.

"Fuck off." she said, flipping back to where she had left off. He started the engine, revving it a bit before pulling out of the driveway.

"So um...are you enjoying that comic so far?" he asked curiously.

"Definitely, it's good to see how fucked up Superman is becoming after everything that the Joker put him through." she replied, flipping to the next page of her comic.

"Wait until you get into year two, he becomes even worse. Honestly, this is one of the best series I've read, except maybe for Green Lantern Blackest Night, that's also one of my favorites."

"It's at least good to know you are culturally sound. It would be a shame if you were anything other than a dork!" she said, giggling a bit. He rolled his eyes.

"Sure, what was it that got you into comics?" he asked. He slowed to a stop, pulling up next to a van. He looked into it, seeing a couple of kids smearing paint onto the window. He cringed, glad he wasn't in that situation.

"Believe it or not, it was my dad. I talked about him before but I didn't tell you much about him. He's actually American, so whenever he went to visit family, he would bring me souvenirs. My cousins didn't know I was a girl, and ended up handing him an already sealed package, when I opened it, there was a couple issues of the Batman inside, the Court of Owls actually. I started reading it and got hooked, of course I could barely understand them at the time, but he taught me how to read, just so I didn't struggle learning on my own." she said.

"Sounds to me like your father is a really kind person." he replied.

"He is...my daddy, he's my entire world. He keeps me safe, makes me forget that I am a Saionji, encourages me to be the best I can be, even when my grandmother only sees me as the next in line to succeed the family. I was forced to live with her, and even though she treated me decently, she only cared about the family name. For seven years, I didn't see my parents at all." she said sadly.

"I'm...sorry to hear that Hiyoko...but I am glad that you love your father, and that he treats you nicely. He seems like a very nice man, and I hope to meet him in the future." he said firmly.

"Yeah, if he ever shows up. He only accepted going to America to appease my mother. She kept begging him to do something that would make my grandmother see him as part of the family. I hate her, I hate her for not accepting him. My mother just stands aside and does nothing but watch as he bends over backwards for her and the goddamn dance studio. Such a waste of oxygen!" she exclaimed, her grip on her comic being so tight that she ended up crinkling some pages.

"You said that about her before, is your mother really that bad of a person?" he asked curiously.

"Do you want me to slap you?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Whatever, I just wanted to know...jeez." he muttered, focusing on the road ahead of him.

"Sorry, I don't like talking about my mother often. She's a little easier to deal with than grandmother. Sure, she still makes me dance whenever she has the chance, but what pisses me off about her is that she's a goddamn push over. She always does what grandmother wants, never what she wants. It always has to be done a specific way. Ugh...it just pisses me off how easy to control she is. She didn't even say anything when my grandmother took me from them. She just accepted it, and for seven years she didn't even visit me, when my father made a conscious decision to actually visit me and bring me stuff. So no, I don't hate my mother, but I don't love her either. She's just there, being a waste of oxygen, like I previously stated."

"Have you ever considered talking to her about this? Your grandmother I mean, maybe if you tell her how you feel, she'll be more lenient with you." he replied.

"Ha! That's a funny joke. You've never met the woman, there is no talking with her. As soon as you try to say something she changes the topic back to what she wants to talk about. Last time I saw her was before I enrolled into Hope's Peak Academy. She wasn't even happy, she just told me not to fuck up, and to make sure everyone knew I was a Saionji, so that more people showed up to the dances being held at the studio. She doesn't care, so why should I?" she snapped back.

Daisuke didn't answer right away, deciding to think everything over clearly. He surprisingly found himself agreeing with her, in more ways than one. While he was always told his talent was useless and he would never amount to anything with it, Hiyoko was the complete opposite. She was forced into dancing from a young age, torn away from her parents and turned into a prim and proper dancer. She probably didn't have friends growing up, or anyone to talk too, as dancing was the most important part of her life, it was the only part of her life. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You know, we have a lot in common. Our situations are the opposite of each other, and yet when I think about everything, they make perfect sense." he said.

"Huh? What are you going on about?" she asked, looking up from her comic.

"Well, it's like this...while you were forced into your talent, I sort of grew into it, and was being forced out of it. Your father is your rock, and frankly I wish my father was dead. My mother is supportive, yours is a push over. You could say we have opposite life styles that match up perfectly with what we are discussing. Kind of ironic isn't it?" he asked.

"When you put it like that, yes...it is ironic." she said. Her phone started to ring, rather loudly at that. She sighed and dug her hand into her sleeve, pulling out a light yellow flip phone, an LG Wine Smart. It was the same model as his phone, of course his had been fixed by Kazuichi, and he couldn't get the latest model of it until he finished his contract, something that had annoyed him, but it was still interesting to see that they really did have a lot of things in common. She looked at the caller ID, huffing when she saw the number. She quickly swiped the screen, declining the call.

"Um...was that an important call?" he asked.

"No, that's just my grandmother trying to force me to go back home for the break. I already told her I wasn't going to show up. I don't want to go back, not if my daddy isn't going to be there. She'll most likely marry me off to some other kid like last time." she said, crossing her arms.

"Whoa, your grandmother tried marrying you off to some random kid?" he asked.

"Yes, it was horrible. I told this story to Sonia and Tsumiki yesterday. Like I said, she just cares about the family, not about who her granddaughter ends up with. This kid was so uncouth, and he tried forcing himself onto me, thankfully my daddy was there to pull him off of me. But since he isn't here to protect me, she's most likely taking the chance to try and do it again, but it isn't going to work!" she snapped.

"I know arranged marriages are still a thing in this day and age, but that's way over the top."

"It is what it is. When you are part of something like my family, you have to be subjected to whatever they throw at you. I'm a firm believer of protecting things that need to be protected. You have to protect the tradition, but if you exploit your family for it, then who's the one that truly needs protecting?" she asked, turning back to her comic. She remained silent after that. Daisuke didn't think that Hiyoko could be so...mature about stuff like this. In the last twenty five minutes, he had seen a side of her that he hadn't been expecting to see. It was something real, and special. He honestly wished this was the Hiyoko that his friends got to know at school, the one that spoke with a clear voice and a set mind. He pulled to a stop at another light, humming to himself for a few seconds, before finally coming up with an answer.

"I think you are right. We need to protect the things worth protecting, things like traditional dancing, story telling, whatever it maybe. Our talents are special to us, and they are what makes us unique to everyone else. So don't worry, I'll make sure to protect our talents for the both of us." he said, giving her a grin.

"Huh?" she asked, unable to form a cohesive thought.

"I'll protect you, from whatever your grandmother is planning to force you into, or whatever scheme she has worked up to get you married off to some unknown douche bag. I'll make sure to be there and put a stop to it. Count on it." he said.

"Grr...you really are a dork aren't ya?" she cried, crossing her arms. She pouted angrily, glaring out the window. The light turned green and he turned left, heading straight into the road that lead to the airport.

He drove quietly for a few minutes, following the flow of traffic into the airport terminal. He started looking around, only to remember he hadn't actually asked his grandmother what airline she had taken to Japan. He decided to pull over for a few minutes, pulling out his phone from his jacket pocket, with a lot of difficulty.

"Damn it, I should have called her before I left home." he said, quickly dialing her number.

"What? Didja forget to ask what airline she was coming in on?" Hiyoko asked, grinning behind her sleeve. He glared at her, pressing his phone to his ear. It rung for a few seconds, before the woman picked up.

"Daisuke, mijito. How are you?"

"I'm fine grandma, listen what flight are you coming in? I forgot to ask mom before I left." he said.

"I'll be coming in on one of those Air Japan planes. Just wait for me at baggage claim okay?"

"Alright, see you soon grandma." he said, ending the call. He shifted into drive and pulled out of the spot he had been in, just as the parking meter maid was about to give him a ticket. Hiyoko chuckled, looking at the woman on the rear view mirror. He looked around for the right airline, easily finding the correct terminal, he pulled into the parking lot, shutting the car off. Hiyoko put her comic in the glove compartment, opening the door. After grabbing his messenger bag, Daisuke stepped out of the car, closing the door and locking it up. They waited for the cars to drive past before heading into the terminal.

"This is my first time inside an airport." Hiyoko admitted, looking around curiously.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've never left Japan. I sort of want to go on a plane, at least once."

"They're actually kind of fun to be on. The first time I was on a plane, I freaked out, but the flight attendants were so focused on me, that I forgot I was in a plane. My sister and I got to see the cockpit after we landed in Spain. I like when they take off, me and my sister made a challenge, who can pull themselves the farthest during take off without being slammed back into the seats. She won." he said, walking through the sliding doors. He looked around for a few seconds, spotting the baggage claim area.

"What about the height? Didn't it bother you?" she asked.

"Not really, I sort of forgot about it after awhile." he said with a shrug.

"Didn't you ever like...imagine the plane crashing?"

"Why the fuck would I?" he snapped, glaring at the shorter girl.

"Jeez, it was just a question. No need to get your dick in a knot." she said, crossing her arms. He sighed.

"If you must know, the night before our flight, we ended up watching a documentary about plane crashes. It wasn't a good night for me." he admitted, a slight blush on his cheeks. She giggled, hiding it behind her sleeve. Her phone started ringing again, making her mood shift. She looked at the screen, gritting her teeth.

"Jesus Christ, fuck off already!" she cried out, causing several people to look at them.

"Goddamn it Hiyoko. Stop shouting, that's gonna bring us unwanted attention." Daisuke said, covering his face with his hand.

"Sorry, but my grandmother is starting to piss me off." she said.

"Just answer the phone and tell her you aren't showing up, simple as that. Or turn it off."

She was about to give him a witty retort, when her phone started to ring for a third time. Finally fed up, she flicked it open, pressing the call button.

"What?" she snapped angrily.

"Hiyoko, I didn't raise you to speak to your elders that way. And when I call you answer the phone!"

"Grandmother, I already told you I am not going home for Thanksgiving break, I am staying at my friends house and you aren't going to force me to go anywhere." she replied calmly.

"Sweetheart, I understand how you are feeling but it is your duty to uphold the Saionji Clan's name. You must return home for a family gathering. I found the perfect boy for you to marry, and he wants to meet you."

"For the last goddamn time. I am not marrying someone I've never met, did you not learn from the last time? Who cares if I am a Saionji or not? I am a traditional dancer but I have rights!"

"What has come over you? You weren't like this before you went to that academy. You are being corrupted by those Ultimate students, your so called friends! You are going to drop out this instant."

"Grandmother, I am not dropping out of Hope's Peak Academy, nothing you say or do is going to change my mind, and I am not marrying some bozo either." she said, glancing at Daisuke, who had been listening with halfhearted interest, keeping an eye out for his grandmother. She smirked.

"In fact, I have a boyfriend!" she said.

"Excuse me? Who gave you permission to date anyone? You need to get my approval first, if he is to bare the Saionji name, then he needs to pass my judgment." the woman said.

"No he doesn't. My boyfriend is totally amazing...his name is Daisuke Fuji, and he fucks me all night long. He fucks me so good, that we're already having a baby. So piss off with your arranged marriage bullshit!" she said, ending her call.

"What the fuck Hiyoko? Now that woman is gonna think all that shit is true." Daisuke snapped angrily. She giggled, shoving her phone into her sleeve.

"Let her think what she wants. She lives all the way in Tokyo and will not be bothering to come up here anyway. Besides, Hope's Peak Academy wouldn't even let her into the school grounds, so she can't do anything about it." she said with a shrug.

"I know, but you should have done this differently. What will she think now that she's heard that?"

"Who cares? Let's just find your grandmother and get the fuck out of here, I'm already sick of standing here." she said, walking toward the baggage conveyors. Daisuke walked over to one of the screens, looking at all of the incoming flights. He sighed with relief, seeing the one that was incoming from Barcelona. He looked back to his friend, who had sat down on a nearby bench, her legs were crossed and she had a pissed off look on her face. He honestly felt bad for her. He didn't know exactly what kind of pressure her family was putting her through.

It almost reminded him of Sonia in a way, how she was expected to be a prim and proper princess due to her lineage, and that limited the things she could do. She had freedom in Japan, for however long it was that she was in school for, Hiyoko didn't have that. As soon as she graduated from Hope's Peak, she would be heading back home to be put through whatever her grandmother had planned. She was living a life of false hope, with the academy being her temporary prison, and that honestly made him feel really bad.

He hadn't even realized he had been staring at her until he felt someone tugging on his sleeve. He looked down, seeing a couple of kids standing in front of him, a little boy and a little girl, both around the same age. He gave them a smile.

"Hello, is something wrong?" he asked.

"Are you Mister Daisuke? The one who reads stories on the internet?" the little boy asked. He gave him a nod.

"Yes, that's me. Have you heard my stories?" he asked.

"Of course, we listen to a new one every night, even if we listened to them before. Do you think we could have your auto...auto...what was the word again?" the girl asked, turning to who he assumed was her sibling.

"Autograph." he said.

"Yeah that!" she asked, giving him a grin. A couple of her teeth were missing, the tips of the new ones growing in. He nodded and pulled out his silver sharpie from his bag. He pulled out his small note pad, flipping it open to a clear page.

"Okay kids, what are your names?" he asked.

"My name is Rei, this is my brother Shido." the little girl said. He nodded, quickly jotting down a small message. Once he was done, he tore both papers from the book, handing them over to them.

"There you go! I'm so happy you two like my stories...I'll give you both a shoutout in my next Story Time segment. I'll be reading some new material, so look forward to it." he said.

"Yay! Thank you Mister Daisuke, you are so awesome." Shido cried out, hugging him tightly, followed by Rei.

"There you are, you had me worried." the voice of a woman said, making Daisuke look up. She gave him a smile.

"They aren't bothering you are they?"

"Not at all, they were just asking me for some signatures, nothing else." he said, standing up.

"Oh...wait are you that boy that reads stories on YouTube?" she asked.

"Yup, that's me." he replied.

"Wow, you have such an amazing way with words. We listened to your latest story, My Heart Belongs to You, and we were so entranced by it. You made us cry at the end." she said.

"Yeah, I made a lot of people cry with that one. I'm glad to meet a few of my fans. I know, I had an accident a few weeks ago and got a cast on my arm, and all of my friends sign it, how about you two do the same." he said, handing them the silver sharpie. Their faces lit up, as he held his arm out for them to sign the cast.

"Oh dear, what happened?" their mother asked.

"This crazy girl attacked me at school. I talked about it on my channel yesterday. She ended up breaking my arm in three places and I had to get screws to fix the bones." he said.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. I hope you feel better." she said.

"Thank you. Your kids really brightened up my day...I hope you all have a happy thanksgiving." he said, taking the marker back from Rei, who quickly grabbed onto her mother's hand.

"You too, and please do make more stories, we already subscribed to your channel, so don't keep us waiting." the woman said, walking off with her kids. Daisuke put his marker and notepad away, turning around only to see Hiyoko next to him.

"What the hell was that?" she asked curiously.

"Those were a few of my fans. The kids recognized me from YouTube and asked me for some autographs. It was so adorable." he said.

"People actually ask you to sign pieces of paper for them?"

"Yes, is that so hard to believe? I have Three million subscribers on YouTube. There are people that are bound to recognize me, some even come to the few live performances I do. I've handed out so many autographs in the past that I lost count. You could say, my fans were my rocks when my talent was being called useless by my father." he said.

"Hmm...if you have that many subscribers, then where's your play button?" she asked curiously.

"Oh that? I haven't found a spot for it yet. I have my Bronze and Silver ones put away too, I mean their achievements but I don't really care for them. I was going to wait until I got my Diamond Play button in order to put them all up." he replied.

"Won't that take long?"

"Maybe, you get that when your channel gets Ten million subscribers. The pay isn't that bad either, but I have to constantly make new content or else I won't get paid. Heh, and my dad said reading stories wasn't a job." he said, giving a prideful smirk.

"Should we go find your grandmother? Her plane already landed."

"If you want, we can wait here too, I don't mind."

"I just want to take a walk for a bit, thinking about that conversation with my grandmother really stressed me out." she said, a frown on her face. He nodded, and started walking toward the stairwell, heading up toward the gates. He took notice of Hiyoko's body language, it was clear that she was upset, but she wasn't showing it. He quickly looked away, finding the advertisements on the wall beside him much more interesting.

"What is happening to me? Am I...seriously developing feelings for her of all people? She's so mean to me, not just that she's mean to everyone...and yet...I can't help but want to hold her. She may look graceful, but she looks so small and frail." he thought to himself. He honestly wouldn't mind having a relationship with the traditional dancer, but he knew that was something she wouldn't agree to. Hiyoko was many things, but she wasn't the affectionate type, and he could tell. A relationship with her would only drive him into misery, at least that's what he assumed.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Daisuke looked around for a few seconds, trying to see if he could spot his grandmother. They couldn't actually go through security, unless they had a ticket, so he would have to do his best to search from there.

"Hey...Daisuke."

He looked at Hiyoko, who had a warm smile on her face. Her eyes were glowing a bit and she looked genuinely happy.

"Thank you for listening to me. I know I am not the easiest person to get along with, but it means a lot to me that you are actually trying to be my friend...so...I'll try to be nicer to you from now on. I've been thinking a lot, and you are right, we have more in common than I care to think about. But just because I'm being nicer to you doesn't mean you won't be the butt of my joke, I still need to get my kicks you know." she said.

"I..don't know what you are trying to say but...I guess I'm glad. I'm happy to have a friend like you, and if it's to make you smile, I would do anything, even be the butt of your jokes." he said. Her breath hitched a bit, her cheeks tinging pink.

"Daisuke, mijito!"

"Abuela!" he cried, running toward the woman that had finally come out of the gate. She was a short woman, being around five feet even, with long graying brown hair, tied into a bun. She had a darker complexion to Daisuke, since she was in the sun more often than he was. She was wearing a long sleeved pink sweatshirt, with a cat on the front, along with a pair of blue jeans and running shoes. She was holding a black carry on bag in her hands. He wrapped his arm around her, hugging her as tightly as he could.

"Oh my, look at how much you've grown! You are so much taller than me now." the woman said.

"Yeah, I hit my growth spurt a couple years back. This is as tall as I'll be for the rest of my life." he said. She saw the cast on his arm, and frowned.

"Dear me, I didn't think the cast would take half of your arm." she said.

"I've grown used to it. It won't be long until it's off. Let's go downstairs and get your suitcases." he said with a smile. They walked over to where Hiyoko had been standing, just observing them. He gave her a smile.

"Hiyoko, I'd like you to meet my grandmother, Grace. Grandma, this is one of my classmates, Hiyoko Saionji, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer." he said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful in that Kimono." she replied, making Hiyoko blush. She gave her a polite bow.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Grace. Welcome to Japan!" she said, a smile on her face.

"Thank you dear. Let's go find that luggage and head back home, before Maria gets overwhelmed with all that food." she said, chuckling a bit.

"Actually, she's getting help from all of my classmates, so I doubt she's gonna be swamped. It is past three now, so I guess everyone else is starting to arrive for the set up. Won't be long until this starts." he said.

"And hopefully, Akane doesn't eat everything in sight." Hiyoko joked, earning a chuckle from the young man.

After successfully finding the old woman's luggage, Daisuke and Hiyoko walked her back to where he had parked. The woman hadn't been expecting the cherry red hot rod to be her ride, but admitted to be rather excited about being in one. Hiyoko let her take the passenger seat, hopping in the back. It wasn't long before they were headed back home.

They arrived, around an hour later, seeing several people already hanging around the front yard. He pulled to a stop, shutting off his car and getting out. He took a look around, spotting a few of his classmates.

Fuyuhiko and Peko were standing next to each other, talking to themselves. The young man had dressed a little formally, wearing a pin stripe black suit, with a white shirt underneath it. He wore a stripped blue and black tie, along with formal black shoes. He also had a fedora on his head, in the same pin stripe pattern as the rest of his suit.

Peko on the other hand looked drastically different than normal. She had been wearing a long sleeved gray blouse, with a short ruffled black skirt, and matching black heels. She was wearing a pair of white leggings, that went well with her skirt. The top few buttons of the blouse were left undone, and she had her chest bound with white bandages. Her hair, normally in braids, was now completely straightened, and down to her mid back. She had a single ponytail on the side of her hair, tied with a small ribbon. Her shinai was strapped to her back of course, as she wouldn't leave without it.

Not far from them was Nekumaru. The Ultimate Team Manager had dressed himself in a fancy suit, though his bulging muscles made it seem like it was wrinkled all over. His hair had been spiked up with gel, and his suit sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. He was currently arguing with Akane, the young woman was already eating a kebab, which was composed of only meat.

She was wearing a black knee length angled dress, with a track jacket over it, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Her long brown hair had been straightened and pulled up into a ponytail, though she left some bangs to cover her forehead. She was wearing a pair of sneakers, as opposed to the heels he had been expecting her to show up in, then again Akane wasn't one to wear fancy clothes often, so he figured she just wanted to be comfortable, something that he admired quite a lot.

The final person he spotted was the Ultimate Musician, Ibuki Mioda, the young musician had been dressed in rather questionable clothes. She was wearing a midnight blue shirt, with stars and constellations on it. It also had a print of a cat on it, shooting lasers out of it's eyes. She was wearing a black layered skirt, the top layer being ripped in several places. She was wearing long stripped stockings, which were black and white in color, along with a pair of white boots, which had neon laces on them. Her hair had been picked up into twin tails, the tips being dyed, various shades of blue, pink and white. She had been bouncing around the area for a bit, before settling next to the music area, where she was typing several things into her laptop.

He looked away from his friends for a few minutes, while he grabbed his grandmother's luggage from the trunk of his car. He briefly greeted his friends, as he guided his grandmother into the house.

"Are all of those kids friends of yours mijito?" she asked curiously.

"Yup, their all my classmates, fellow Ultimates like myself." he said, heading toward the stairs, he stopped midway, looking back down.

"Mom should be in the kitchen, I know Mrs. Komuro said she would be helping her out today as well." he said, before continuing up. The old woman smiled to herself.

"He's made so many friends, and I can tell he's happier than a few months ago. Maybe this school is what he needed." she mused, walking toward the kitchen to greet her daughter.

Once Daisuke had placed the suitcases in his mother's room, he headed back down stairs. The front yard was abuzz with activity, and music was already playing, thanks to Ibuki. He greeted some of his mother's co-workers as well as some of his neighbors. He walked over to Fuyuhiko and Peko first, the two ending their conversation just as he arrived.

"Hey you two, glad you could come." he said.

"No problem, you know we wouldn't miss a party hosted by your mom, she makes awesome pumpkin pies." Fuyuhiko said.

"It's good to see you Daisuke, you look rather dashing in that outfit." Peko said, earning a blush from the story teller.

"Thank you, you look beautiful yourself. It's the first time I've seen you with your hair down, and I have to say, it's pretty long." he said.

"Ugh...tell me about it, it took me an hour to brush it free of tangles, and then another twenty minutes to fully straighten it. She's lucky I don't mind doing that stuff." the young gangster said, taking a sip of his drink.

"You were the one who suggested I come with my hair down Young Master, my apologies."

"No no, none of that. I told you to just call me Fuyuhiko. Anyway, Nagito and Gundam should be here soon. Mahiru said she would be showing up later in the night, she wanted to have good pictures, but one of her lenses broke so she had to go out of town to buy a new one." Fuyuhiko said.

"Thanks for letting me know, it's a shame Mahiru has to go so far to replace a lens, it can't be helped though. We'll be starting as soon as the last of the guests arrive, so just sit tight until then."

"Of course, your mother said it wouldn't be long until the turkey is done, and Akane already ate a quarter of the food that was prepared solely for her." Peko said, glancing at the gymnast, who had already eaten half of the roast his mother had bought her.

"Jesus Christ, at this rate Hiyoko is definitely going to win." he said firmly.

"If you bet on her not being able to finish something like that, then you already lost my dude, you shouldn't have done that." Fuyuhiko said, clapping his shoulder. He groaned, already accepting his defeat.

He greeted Nekumaru shortly after, the man shouting loudly and spreading his joy. Akane had joined them shortly after, thanking Daisuke for all the awesome food, though he suggested on thanking his mother and Teruteru, as they were the ones who did the cooking.

Once he said his goodbyes for the moment, Daisuke wondered over to where Ibuki was, already looking through several CDs. She looked up, a bright smile on her face.

"Heya Daisuzu, about time you showed up."

"Sorry, it took us longer than I thought." he said, rubbing his neck.

"Whatever, you are here now so that's what's important. Your friend called and said he couldn't make it, so we don't have a drum set to use, but I can still play my guitar." she said.

"Oh, that's a shame. I kinda wanted to play one of my new songs." he said, frowning a bit.

"Daw, we can do that next time. You know the school has one, maybe we can rock out into the late hours of the night. Ibuki would totally like that." she said.

"I wouldn't mind that either. I've been dying to actually play something, but thanks to this cast, I won't be able to play much."

"Ah, speaking of that. Aiko was able to get this medicine from Seiko Kimura, the Ultimate Pharmacist. It's supposed to heal broken bones withing two days of taking it." she said, digging her hand into her bra. She pulled out a small bottle, which was glowing a bright green, handing it to him.

"Uh...why is it glowing?" he asked.

"Because it's medicine. All of her medicine does that, she was going to make some pills in stead, but she said liquid formula works faster than pills. So go on, take it. Your supposed to drink half of it today, and the second half tomorrow. If you drink it all now, your bones could break again, and never be repaired, so remember, just half." she said. He swallowed hard, looking at the bottle in his hand.

"Should I really drink this? It was nice of Seiko to make this for me. Then again, the last time I drank something made by her, I ended up sexually assaulting Hiyoko. Screw it, it's better than having this cast on."

He uncapped the bottle, downing half of the liquid in one go. He could already feel it taking effect. His arm started to tingle a bit, and grew a bit numb before it regained all of it's feeling, the slight pain he had been feeling was almost non existent.

"Wow, this stuff really does work. I'll be looking forward to tomorrows dose." he said, placing the bottle in his messenger bag.

"Ibuki knew it would work. Seiko has been making medicine for years, and it's helped millions of people. If she says she can cure you, then she can cure you."

"Damn straight. I have to thank her later." he said with a smile.

"Hey hey, Chiaki wanted to gather everyone up when they got here for a group picture. She wanted to give us her thanks for being her friends." she said.

"Aw, that's so sweet of her. I'm gonna go give her a hug." he said.

"Good luck, I spotted her snoozing in your room." she said, giving him a wink. He chuckled. For some reason, whenever the Ultimate Gamer was around his house, she would find her way to his room and take a nap there.

Daisuke drifted around the party for awhile, greeting the rest of his friends, as well as all of the other guests his mother had invited. The party was in full swing, and everyone was enjoying themselves. He heard tons of stories, about how each person was thankful for everything that had happened to them during the year, the most interesting was of course Nagito's, who thanked his amazing luck to be blessed with friends like his classmates. However, the good times game to an end when Daisuke's father showed up to the party.

As if a cold front had come in, his presence was enough to drive people to silence. He was dressed in a fancy suit, and looked like he had a stick right up his ass. Tami-Lynn was smiling, looking around at all of the festive lights. Cameron of course looked disinterested and kept looking at her phone screen, and Megan had a bright smile, almost like her mother. Ryuji had been carrying a case of beer in his hand, a grin on his face as he looked at all of the food, and all of the women that had shown up. But, what really made Daisuke's heart stop was the extra person they had brought.

This young woman was seventeen years old, with long flowing pink hair that reached down to her mid back, and was being held back with a black ribbon. She had ivory skin, and bright green eyes, a small nose and small lips, colored with crimson lipstick. She was wearing a strapless halter top, which was black in color, and accented her chest quite nicely. She wore a matching black skirt, with light orange netting over it. She wore long white stockings, and a pair of high heeled leather boots. She had a smirk on her face, looking at everyone around her, though her smirk only widened when she locked eyes with Daisuke.

This young woman was Sylvia Amane, Daisuke's ex-girlfriend.

Maria set her plate down, walking toward her ex-husband, a blank look on her face. They stared at each other for what seemed like ages, before she gave him a forced smile.

"Ryusuke, glad you could come."

"Of course, I wouldn't miss a party hosted by you. I hope you don't mind me bringing my family." he said.

"I don't mind at all. I've actually wanted to meet Tami-Lynn, Daisuke has said a lot of good things about you." she said, directing her gaze to the brown haired woman.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you dear. Daisuke has said a lot about you too, I hope we can be the greatest of friends." she said, with an attitude befitting a grade schooler. Maria rose a brow, but shrugged it off.

"Do come in, help yourselves to anything you'd like, and Ryuji, try not to drink too much." she said, glancing at the blue haired young man.

"No promises other mom." he said giving her a wink.

"Dude, are you alright? You've been staring at that girl since she got here. You like her or something?" Leon asked, pulling Daisuke out of his musings.

"No...no...I do not like her at all. She shouldn't be here, I didn't think he would do this." he said, shivering a bit.

"Daisuke, dude your as white as a ghost. Something wrong?" Akane asked, concerned for her friends well being. He was about to reply when he heard a snicker next to him.

"Well, it's good to see you again Daisuke dear, but it seems you haven't changed a bit since we last saw each other. Still a loser carting around that useless tome are you?" Sylvia asked, a haughty tone in her voice.

"Sylvia, who said you can come to this party?" Daisuke said, his tone low and hostile, it was unlike anything either Leon or Akane had heard from him before. The girl flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder, a smile on her face.

"Your father said anyone could come, so he brought me as his plus one. I heard what happened with your arm, sort of sad that girl didn't break anything else."

"Hey, who the hell are you? You have no right to talk to anyone like that!" Akane snapped angrily, clenching the plate in her hands, almost spilling her food to the ground.

"Me? Oh...he hasn't told you about me has he? My name is Sylvia, I happen to be one of Daisuke's childhood friends, and up until last year, his main squeeze." she replied. Akane looked at the girl, and then at Daisuke, who was still stock still, his face contorted into anger.

"You two...dated?" Leon asked.

"Yes, the biggest regret in my life. Sylvia and I know each other from grade school. We were both enrolled in Hope's Peak Elementary School, just as the school had been opened. She had the title of Lil' Ultimate Math. I had the title of Lil' Ultimate Literature. We were the best of friends, until my dad kicked me and my family out of his house and I was forced into dropping out of the school. We drifted apart, and when I came back, we rekindled our friendship, it was the worst mistake of my life. I don't care if you are here, but stay away from me and the rest of my classmates." he said, angrily walking off.

"Dear me, I didn't think he would still be hurt after what happened. We agreed to a mutual break up after all..hmm, you guys are Ultimate students right? Which one of you has the least useless talent?" She asked.

"Leon, it's best we leave before I end up breaking this girl's face." Akane said, her hair covering her eyes.

"I agree, come on. You still have to finish that roast." he said, leading her toward the backyard. Sylvia smirked, she was going to have fun at this party.

Daisuke huffed, finishing his juice as he took a seat at his couch. Nagito, Fuyuhiko and Peko were in the living room playing a board game with Kotoko and Masaru, who had shown up at the party. Masaru was a young boy, around ten years old, with bright orange hair. He was wearing a white tee shirt, with blue running shorts and worn down sneakers. He wore a headband around his head, with different colors, on his wrists, he wore matching sweat bands. He crushed the cup in his hand, the loud crinkling noise echoing in the room.

"Is something wrong Daisuke? You seem tense." Peko asked, glancing up from the game board.

"My ex-girlfriend just showed up to the party, as one of my father's tag along. He's doing this to get back at me for when I beat him and his friends in poker." he replied.

"You mean when Celeste beat them in poker right?" Fuyuhiko asked, grabbing the dice that Masaru handed him.

"Yeah, whatever. So who's winning?" he asked curiously.

"I am Mister Daisuke. Mister Nagito is going easy on us because he's a professional." Kotoko said, a grin on her face.

"Is he now? He better be playing fair." he said.

"Of course, I wouldn't do that to them. After all, Kotoko and Masaru's hope needs to shine brighter than all of us, they are our future after all." he said.

"Why is he so weird?" Masaru asked, earning a chuckle from Daisuke.

"I dunno kiddo, he's always been that way, I think." he said, tilting his head, finger on his chin.

"Jeez, you're picking up Chiaki's mannerisms." the gangster replied, making Daisuke chuckle.

"Well, she did spent an entire week with me at the hospital, teaching me how to play Gala Omega, kind of a shame that I couldn't play with her." he said, looking at his cast. He spotted Chiaki's signature, which had been her name in fancy cursive lettering, with a space invader next to it.

"Oh look, more friends of yours. Are their talents useless too?" Sylvia asked, leaning against the couch. Daisuke grit his teeth.

"Can you leave me alone?" he asked.

"No no no dear, I want to catch up. Hmm, the kids look adorable..and are those Hope's Peak Elementary jackets? That brings back memories." she said, looking at Kotoko and Masaru. The pink haired girl stood up, shaking her head a bit.

"I'm gonna go get some more soda. Be right back."

"I'll go with you Kotoko." Masaru said, following after the bubblegum pink haired girl.

"Damn, she has some effect on kids. I take it this bitch is your ex-girlfriend?" Fuyuhiko asked.

"Excuse me, who are you calling a bitch?" Sylvia snapped. She walked over to the young man, grabbing a handful of his shirt. Before she could slap him though, she saw a flash of silver. Peko had gotten up in and in a flash, drew a katana from her bag, placing it on the girl's neck.

"I would advise you to let go of Fuyuhiko, before you make a mistake that you will forever regret." Peko said firmly.

"So what is she? Your body guard? Ah, I get it..you must be the son of that dirty Yakuza leader, and this must be your hired sword...well, both of your talents are benefiting of the academy, but they made a poor choice, a violent gangster and a murderer, really classy Hope's Peak." Sylvia said.

"Hey for fucksakes. Peko lower the sword please." Daisuke said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked back at him, seeing the disappointed look on his face. She lowered the sword, and Sylvia let go of Fuyuhiko.

"Nice choice in friends Daisuke, I thought you and I were more than that."

"Fuck you, we are nothing and we will never be anything. You are no longer my friend, and I told you, stay away from my classmates. We are all Ultimate students for a reason. If Peko hadn't been in public, I assure you she would have cut your head right off your shoulders, and I have no doubt she wouldn't have done it...so leave!" he said firmly.

"Whatever, I need to piss anyway, maybe I can find that orange haired boy I saw earlier and rock his world~"

The pink haired girl took her leave, leaving everyone in a state of shock and adrenaline. Peko dropped her sword, looking down in shame.

"I am sorry Daisuke, I have disgraced your home. I apologize for my actions, and I understand if you wish for me to leave." she said. Instead, Daisuke wrapped his good arm around her, pulling her into a hug.

"It's alright Peko, you did what you were trained to do. I just...wasn't expecting a real katana. Maybe you shouldn't carry that around with you, just in case something like this happens again." he said, pulling out of the hug. Peko had a slight blush on her cheeks, but gave him a nod. He grabbed the katana from the ground, looking at it closely.

"Damn, was this made by the Ultimate Blacksmith? Because it's a beautiful piece." he said.

"I had it custom made for her. It's made from the finest materials on the planet, and sharpened to an edge. If she wanted to, Peko could cut right through a boulder with it." Fuyuhiko boasted, making the silver haired swordswoman smile a bit. He put the sword back in its scabbard, handing it back to Peko.

"I better go see how everyone else is doing, with Sylvia around she's bound to piss off the wrong person." he said, tightening his grasp on his bag.

Daisuke walked around the party, trying to see if he could spot the pink haired girl among the throng of people at the party. It wouldn't be long until everyone was to sit down for Thanksgiving Dinner, his mother and grandmother had been putting the finishing touches on everything. He turned into the garage, bumping into his father who had a blank look on his face.

"Hello son."

"Dad." Daisuke said, brushing past him.

"Where's your girlfriend? I expected Miss Ludenberg to be here." he said.

"We broke up. I got things to do." he said.

"Ah yes, things like hang out with all of your classmates? I say, you've got some unique friends. I've been discussing several things with them, and I found out quite a lot. Paintball fights, Video game tournaments, detention, Halloween parties? You've been a busy young man." he said.

"Yeah so? I'm sharing wonderful memories with my friends, is that such an issue?" he asked.

"No, but you are wasting your time. You are a student of Hope's Peak Academy, the academy that promotes the future hope of the world, and here you are squandering your time. You've already wasted an entire year, but now you are wasting it with these...fools." he said, glaring at all of his friends who were present.

"Dad, my friends are not fools. They are wonderful people who like me for who I am. They like my stories, they listen to me and they motivate me to move forward, what the fuck have you ever done for me? Other than call me a useless son." he snapped, taking a few steps back from him.

"I never called you a useless son, I called that talent of yours useless, because it is. Story Telling, writing novels, that isn't a talent, that is something a hobo with a pen can do. There are millions of authors in the world, who's to say you'll be as popular as them?"

"I don't want to be as popular as them, I don't want to be an author. I want to tell beautiful stories, of heroes slaying dragons, of mythical creatures being discovered, I want to tell stories of beautiful princesses fighting with all their might to get with the one the love, I want to tell stories of magical spell casting wizards fighting powerful witches and warlocks, I want to escape this reality, so I can live my perfect story. That's why I am a Story Teller, that's why I write my own works of fiction, and you as my father should respect that. I don't ask you for anything, I just want you to accept me for who I am." he said firmly.

"Accept you for who you are? And what is that? A lazy no good jerk off with a red book? That's it, that's all you are." Sylvia snapped, appearing next to his father. The man didn't even say anything. Daisuke swallowed hard, everyone was looking at them, their eyes, their judging gazes. He shivered a bit, his throat tightening the more he stood there.

"Oh jeez, please...anything but a panic attack. I know I'm not good with crowds, but I don't need loose my shit here." he thought to himself. Hiyoko walked by him, holding a brimming glass of cider, which Sylvia took from her hand.,

"Thanks, for an Ultimate House Maid, you really know how to dress." she said.

"You fucking slut, I'm no house maid. I'm the Ultimate Traditional Dancer, give me back my cider." she shouted, trying to get the cup away from the taller girl, who just flicked her forehead, finishing the contents of the glass. She handed it back to her, a smirk on her face.

"Thank you little girl, now run along." she said, brushing her off.

"Daisuke, if you don't do anything about this, I will beat the shit out of her." Hiyoko snapped, glaring at her friend.

"I'm sorry Hiyoko, please just let it go." he said.

"Someone should teach this little girl some manners. She may dress traditionally, but she doesn't act like a traditional dancer should." Sylvia replied.

"Are we done here? All you are doing is causing a scene, and I would appreciate it if you just left." Daisuke said.

"It was my understanding that anyone could come to this party. If that's the case then only your mother can tell us to leave." Ryusuke said. Daisuke grit his teeth, his grip on his bag tightening.

"That may be true...but you are insulting my friends." he said, gritting his teeth as hard as he could.

"Daisuke, is something wrong?"

He looked to his left, seeing the sleepy Ultimate Gamer, rubbing her eyes. She had a blank look on her face, but was holding her Game Girl Advance in her hands, the stage clear screen barely visible.

"Nothing is wrong Chiaki, please don't bother yourself with this." he said.

"I will bother myself with it. I am the class representative after all, that means I have to make sure my friends are happy and full of hope, and right now, this man is doing nothing but put us down, berate our talents and make us feel despair. He shouldn't be doing this, not to us and especially not to you." she replied. Daisuke was honestly surprised, he had never heard Chiaki talk like that before. Even his friends were impressed with the Ultimate Gamer's statement. It brought smiles to their faces.

"Well, you have colorful friends Daisuke. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting this from you. But I shall ask you to refrain from our discussion young lady, you aren't part of our family." Ryusuke said firmly.

"I'm not part of your family either. You know what, I don't care anymore, I am gonna try to enjoy my night, my mom has spent enough time setting this party up for me to let you ruin it. Chiaki, how about we go a couple of rounds in Gala Omega, I bet you won't be able to beat my high score." he said, giving her a wink.

"I'd like to see you try." she challenged, a smile on her face. They walked over to where the rest of their friends were.

"You know, I've never been so disappointed in you son." Ryusuke said.

"I could care less, tell it to my butt." Daisuke replied, ignoring the man.

"It's alright Mr. Fuji, Daisuke knows he's a disappointment, which is why he's hanging out with the class of losers. Honestly, how any of them got into Hope's Peak is beyond me. I mean look at what we have here, we have the Ultimate Blackhole, eating everything in sight, and next to her is the Ultimate Muscle Head." Sylvia said, glaring at Akane and Nekumaru. The gymnast was about to jump at the pink hared girl, but was being held back by the taller man, who had a pissed off look on his face. Sylvia not getting the message, continued talking.

"I mean, I've heard about useless talents before, but being a Team Manager? Oh look at me, I manage a team, might as well call you the Ultimate Coach, at least the girl is a Gymnast, so she has that going for her, of course looking at her now, I see just how top heavy she is." she said, breaking into chuckles.

"Then we have the Ultimate Punching bag, look at you, wearing all of those bandages all over your leg and arms, what are you trying to hide? The fact that you cut yourself because you are so useless at your talent that you wanna die? That's a riot." Sylvia said, looking right at Mikan. The girl looked at the ground, her shoulders shaking a bit.

"Sylvia, I would advise you to stop talking. At any moment, Nekumaru can let go of Akane, and when he does, you'll wish you had stopped." Daisuke warned.

"Why is that? Are you gonna let them beat me up? Would that be a better story than what you are living now? You know, I have my own little story to share, it's called, the Story of the Pink haired girl who felt cheated, starring Daisuke Fuji and yours truly. All you ever did was talk about your stories, and your books, you never spent your time with me, you never loved me, it was always perform here, perform there, I have an audio book to record, I just wrote the lyrics to another cover song, it's gonna be great. I'm surprised, in all honesty that Hope's Peak scouted you, I think you would have been better as the Ultimate Vocalist though, because at least doing that you would get more money than writing shitty stories!"

"Oh my god, do you ever shut up? You just love hearing yourself speak don't you? No wonder Daisuke broke up with you." Hiyoko snapped angrily. Sylvia laughed.

"Is that what he told you? You got it wrong dear, it was actually the other way around, I broke up with him. He didn't pay attention to me, all he did was waste his time with that useless talent of his, useless, useless, useless. I've never met anyone more useless than him!" she replied, brushing her hair behind her back.

"Alright, that's enough. I've heard you shouting back and forth enough. Dinner is about to start and I would like you to leave, that includes you Ryusuke. Honestly, I thought you were above this." Maria said, stepping into the garage with Erika at her side. She glared at her father, unable to believe what he had done.

"Mijito are you okay?" Grace asked, looking at her grandson.

"I'm fine grandma, I'm used to Sylvia's insults. She's just sour that I got into Hope's Peak Academy and she didn't. Let her vent all she wants, it doesn't bother me. Seeking the approval of those who don't believe in me is something I'm not gonna waste my time on." he said simply.

"So that's it then? You would rather waste your time with these bozos than become a hard working man like me? A person that provides for his family through hard work?" Ryusuke said.

"Ryu dear, I think it's time for us to go." Tami-Lynn said, taking hold of her husband's hand, only for him to break out of her grasp. He stood straight looking directly at his son.

"I have lost all faith in you. You are no longer my son, I would appreciate it if you never interacted with anyone from may family again. As a matter of fact, I would like it of you dropped my last name as well."

"Fuck you and your name, take it and shove it up your ass. I could care less what you do with it, asshole!" he snapped angrily.

"I can't believe you would do that to your own son, what is wrong with you?" Hiyoko snapped, getting his attention.

"Ah, Miss Saitama, or should I say Miss Saionji? You had me fooled last time we met, you know it's a shame that you've driven your family name through the dirt. Your Grandmother will be hearing about this." he said.

"Foolish mortal, you've committed a great sin against your flesh and blood. Sir Daisuke of the Seventh Circle is but one kind soul among us, you dare taint his soul with your prattle?" Tanaka snapped angrily. His dark devas were crying out, in apparent anger as his entire body seemed to radiate a menacing aura. Sylvia broke into laughter, pointing at the Ultimate Animal Breeder.

"Look at this, a fucking Emo, just when I had seen it all. The Ultimate Emo is friends with a Story Teller, what a joke!"

"Emo? You dare insult the Dark Lord of Ice? I am Tanaka the Forbidden One! I will not allow you to spit on our sacred name!" the young man snapped, anger coursing through his body.

"Tanaka, perhaps you should calm down for now." Sonia said, placing her hand on his arm. The dark lords seemed to calm down a bit, though his glare only hardened.

"Wow, that was anti-climactic. What a bore chore...whatever, are we done here?" Sylvia asked, looking at Ryusuke who gave her a nod.

"We shall take our leave, remember what I told you Daisuke, I want you nowhere near our family." the man said.

"I'm so sorry Daisuke...I hope you can forgive us." Tami-Lynn said, ushering her husband out of the garage. Cameron for one seemed happy to leave, while Megan attempted to hug Daisuke, Ryuji shook his head, giving the young man a saddened wave. Sylvia gave him a once over, a smirk on her face.

"Before I go, I feel the need to let you in on a little secret. The real reason I broke up with you, was because you didn't want to take it to the next level, you were too soft. Your best friend Jonas on the other than wasn't, he gave me just what I wanted, in hindsight, perhaps I should have stuck with him instead of you. You were a better friend, at least I got to keep all of that stuff you bought me. The stories you wrote were great fire wood." she said.

"Will...will you stop? Just leave." Daisuke said sadly, trying to ignore what she was saying.

"Nooo, I'm having too much fun! Just so you know, before our nine month anniversary, I ended up hooking up with Jonas, as stated before, and he treated me better. So, I decided to just..use you...you know, get some free stuff, but when you told me you wanted to marry me, because you loved me so much, I felt imprisoned, so I took it upon myself to..give you a sense of perspective. I never loved you, I lied to you about liking your stories, you were as useless as when you dropped out of Hope's Peak Elementary. You haven't an ounce of talent in your bones, and honestly I am so much happier without you. How are your wrists by the way? I heard on the grapevine that after our break up, you tried killing yourself."

Gasps filled the area, as all eyes were on Daisuke, who just looked at the ground, hair covering his eyes. He was trying to tune her out, trying to ignore her and stay strong, but the despair kept worming it's way into his heart. He gave a dry chuckle, looking up at her, face soaked with tears.

"I did...I did try to kill myself, because at that moment in time, I thought you were my everything. I loved you with all my heart, and you shot me, you shot me right through my heart, and killed me. I didn't see a reason to live, so I wanted to end it. I slit my wrists open and just sat in the bathtub, watching my life drain from me, but you know what, I lived, because there was someone who loved me. My sister found me just in time to take me to the hospital, and I made it out alright. After that, I didn't give up hope. I bettered myself every day, and focused on my stories. You are the reason I wanted to die, you are the reason I felt so useless, you are the reason why I skipped out on an entire year at Hope's Peak Academy, and finally, you are the reason why I will fight. I will fight to improve my craft, so I can make people around the world pick up a book, or listen to a tape. I will spread my stories all around this planet, and when everyone is listening to my stories on a beat up radio on a hill top, then I will admit, that I did my job to it's fullest. So go ahead, call me useless, just remember, a single star can shine brilliantly, but it takes millions of stars to make a galaxy, and decorate the darkness of the night." he replied.

"Tsk...that was stupid...I guess my job is done. Have fun with your useless classmates!" she said, walking off. As she did she poured the last of her drink over Ibuki's laptop, making it spark loudly, killing the music for the entire party. She ducked into Ryusuke's car, and they drove off seconds later.

"Alright, I apologize everyone but I'm afraid the party is over. I would like to ask you all to go home. Feel free to take as much food as you want though, I don't want it all to go to waste." Maria said. She looked back at her son, who just stood at the center of the garage, wiping his eyes clean of tears.

"I'm sorry mom...I should have told you about that incident...Daisuke made me promise not to tell you, I didn't think she knew about it." Erika said, about to break into tears.

"It's alright sweetheart, it wasn't your fault. At least you saved his life, do don't ever blame yourself for anything." Maria said, pulling her daughter into a hug.

"Sorry we're late we had to go to three different stores to find the lens...is the party over?" Mahiru asked, as she walked into the garage, holding her camera in her hands. Chisa walked in after her, dressed in a beautiful black dress, that accented her figure nicely. Her auburn hair had been pulled from its ponytail, and straightened, being decorated with a bright blue ribbon.

"What...happened? Why is everyone in a sad mood? Mikan are you crying?" she asked, concern clear in her voice.

"You just totally missed the biggest cunt of the century humiliate Daisuke. Goddamn it old man, you should have let me at her." Akane said, glaring at Nekumaru.

"If I had, you wouldn't have stopped until she bled, and that wouldn't have been good." he replied.

"Pfft, a little blood loss didn't hurt anyone." the gymnast said, cracking her knuckles. All of the other guests started saying their goodbyes, apologizing for what had happened as they all left through the house, wanting to leave Daisuke alone. All he did was just stare at his wrist, the deep scar clearly visible. He normally wore bracelets, depicting his favorite anime characters on them, but he had taken them off for the day, not even caring about the scars that he had virtually forgotten.

"Um...Daisuke are you alright?" Hiyoko asked, she had been the only one daring enough to approach the young man. He took his messenger bag off, handing it to the dancer as he walked toward the gates.

"I'm gonna take a walk, get some fresh air...hang on to that for me." he said.

"Oho no, you are not leaving this place alone. Not after this, Sonia take care of this, I'll go with you." she said, tossing the bag to the princess who barely caught it. She trailed after the Story Teller. She didn't know why, but after he had listened to her all day, she felt the need to just...be with him, and make sure he was alright. Chisa watched them go, turning back to her students.

"I want an entire explanation. Daisuke is always happy, if someone made him sad, made him cry, you tell me and I'll take care of it!" she snapped. Her students cringed, a pissed of Chisa was something none of them wanted, so they all immediately spilled the beans.

"Hey, slow down! I can't run in these!" Hiyoko cried, as she ran after her friend. He didn't bother stopping, just kept walking as if it was nothing. She huffed, stopping briefly to take her sandals off. She raced to his side, pulling him to a stop.

"Wait up."

"Leave me alone Hiyoko. I just want to clear my mind." he snapped.

"No, I am not letting you be alone. We need to talk about what just happened."

"Pfft, why do you care? You love seeing people's misery, well here's a big dose of it for ya." he said, pulling his arm free from her grasp.

"Fine, be that way asshole. Here I am going out of my way to cheer you up, and all you do is act like a Negative Nancy!"

"Hey fuck off yeah? Who the hell uses that term anymore anyway?" he cried back.

"I do, because that's what you are. So what if that bitch said all that stuff? It shouldn't bother you. It's all in the past so just move on. Your father said some fucked up shit, but who the fuck cares? You shouldn't bend over backwards for him. You don't need his approval, just like I don't need my Grandmother's approval to do whatever the fuck I want. You are your own person, you write your own stories and trust that they are great, so keep on trusting yourself and what you are writing, because you know what, your dad may not believe in your talent, but goddamn it I do!" she cried. Thunder boomed loudly, scaring the two of them, just as rain started pouring down on them. She huffed, glaring at the sky.

"Nice timing assface! What's up with it being rainy whenever something bad happens? That is so cliché!" she said. Daisuke chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hiyoko, you look like an idiot, shouting at the sky like that...jeez I'm surprised God hasn't smited you yet." he said.

"Smite me, O mighty smiter! You should be the one fired, the only one around here not doing their job is you. ANSWER ME!" the small blonde shouted, just as lighting tore through the sky. Daisuke broke into laughter, not expecting her to actually quote the entire line. She brushed some of her wet locks out of her eyes, a smile on her face.

"There's that smile. You know, I find it better when you are happy, it's less annoying to see that smile than it is seeing you cry, so don't do it again." she said.

"Jeez, are you asking me or telling me?" he countered.

"Whatever, that bitch needs some payback. I know where she lives."

"What? Seriously?"

"Yes, she's Mahiru's neighbor. She's always shouting at Mahiru whenever she's around, since her dad has a dog for company, he likes to bark in the middle of the night, so whenever Mahiru is home, she just yells at her for no reason. Since I'm so short, I can barely peek over the stone fence, she's never seen me until now. Let's go egg her house!"

"Hiyoko, we could get into so much trouble doing that you know?" he asked.

"So?" she asked. He grinned.

"Alright come on, the store isn't that far from here. Where exactly is this place?"

"Twenty minutes from here, I know the way so don't even worry about it." she said, holding back a girlish giggle. The two of them hurried off, heading toward the nearby store. They were soaking wet now, due to the rain, but neither of them gave a damn at that moment. They just wanted to teach Sylvia a lesson for messing with them all. Walking into the Gas Station, the cold air made the two shiver. Immediately they headed to the back. Hiyoko opened the refrigerator door, and knelt down, grabbing all of the egg cartons they had on sale, a grin on her face.

"I haven't done this in years, man this is going to be some awesome stress relief." she muttered to herself.

"Hiyoko, are you sure about this? Those are really expensive." he said.

"I got this, don't worry. Consider it an early Christmas present from yours truly." she said, giving him a wink. They walked up to the register, the clerk looking bored out of his mind. When he saw the two of them, he gave them a once over, and started scanning the eggs.

"The hell do you need all of these eggs for?" he asked curiously.

"My mom is baking pies for the whole neighbor hood. She teachers baking, and we ran out of eggs. We sort of have a class going on right now, and she asked us to pick these up for her." Daisuke said.

"Okay, I guess I understand the need then." he said. He rung them up, showing the final price. Hiyoko took a bundle of notes from her sleeve and handed them to him, telling him to keep the change. Just like that, they were out of the store, and headed in the opposite direction of where they had come from, each carrying a bag filled with egg cartons.

"Hey, you aren't cold or anything right? Your kimono is soaked." he said.

"I'm fine, while I am annoyed with this rain, especially because this is my special kimono, I don't mind this one bit. Though it is sticking to me, and I don't like how it accents my body." she said, looking down at herself.

"You've grown quite a bit since we met you know. You used to be a little shit, but now you are half way to being an average sized woman." he said.

"Do you want me to throw these eggs at you asshole?" she asked, glaring at her friend.

"Sorry, I'm just...surprised to see you grow so much in such little time. I've already reached the peak of my height, so I'll stay like this forever. Who knows, you might be taller than me some day." he said.

"If only...I don't want to be that tall, I just want to stay short. Five foot four is fine for me." she admitted.

After a few minutes, they reached the neighborhood Hiyoko had mentioned. Looking around, all of the houses looked almost the same, with varying colors, though one of them stood out as it was the tallest house in the neighborhood. Hiyoko looked around, walking toward a house with a black gate. Reaching her hand through it, she pulled the latch up, and pushed the gate open, slowly walking inside.

"Mahiru's dad should be asleep, but we need to be quiet, or Tobi will wake up." she whispered, referring to the dog that lived with her friend's dad. The two of them looked across the street at the lavender colored house. The paint wasn't that bad, but in a few minutes, it would be covered in egg yolk and white shells. Hiyoko carefully pulled out the egg cartons, opening the first one. She grabbed two eggs from inside, handing one to Daisuke.

"You first." she said.

"Why me? You've done this before haven't you?" he whisper yelled.

"I have, but I want you to have the first shot."

He sighed, steeling his nerves. His hand was shaking a bit, but he really wanted payback on Sylvia for what she had done to him. Public humiliation, deceit...he grit his teeth, throwing the egg hard as he could, nailing one of the second floor windows.

"Nice going idiot, someone must have heard that...fuck it, bombs away." the blonde cried, throwing her egg, followed by a second, then a third. Daisuke watched as egg after egg slammed into the poor house, coating it with the sticky yellow and clear substance within the eggs. The shells stuck to the siding, sliding down slowly before stopping, sticking onto the wall. Daisuke shook his head, adrenaline filling his system, he grabbed his own carton of eggs and stood up, throwing the entire thing at the door. Hiyoko almost burst into laughter, seeing them splatter on the red painted door. It swung open, and Sylvia came out, looking rather pissed.

"Who the hell keeps knocking? Jesus can I not have a family dinner in peace? I'm trying to wash out a sour taste in my mouth left by those Ultimate idiots." she shouted angrily. Hiyoko took her chance, throwing an egg at her, nailing her right in the face. She screamed, wiping it off of herself, only for several more to slam into her body. Daisuke and Hiyoko high fived, grabbing the empty cartons and shoving them into the bags.

"Daddy! Call the police, someone egged our house!" Sylvia cried, walking back into her dwelling.

"Move, before we're found." Hiyoko said, racing out of Mahiru's yard, closing the fence right after. Daisuke stopped at the street corner, throwing his last three eggs at Sylvia's father's car, smearing them all over the windshield. They didn't know how long they ran, through the rain avoiding cars and other people, but they finally found a place to ditch their trash, and to catch their breath. Both of them just fell down, laughing their heads off, hugging each other tightly.

"Did you see her face? That was awesome." Daisuke said.

"I got her right in the mouth! That will teach her to talk shit!" the blonde cried out. Their adrenaline started to die down, and they realized just how cold it was outside. Daisuke looked at his friend, pulling her close to himself.

"Let's head back, it's cold and we don't need to get sick again." he said.

"Y-yeah." she said.

"Hmm...Hiyoko?"

"What's up?" she asked, looking into his eyes. She had to admit, they were a really alluring shade of blue, unlike anything she had ever seen before. He gave her a grin.

"We never had thanksgiving dinner, we were supposed to say what we were thankful for. I would just like to say, that I'm thankful for having a wonderful friend like you!"

"I-Idiot. You can't just say stuff like that, jeez. Let's get you out of the cold before you get hypothermia. We don't need you croaking on us." she said, pulling him to his feet. He shook the dirt off of himself, shaking his hands a bit.

"How about I carry you home? You deserve it after everything we've done." he said.

"Are you sure?" she asked, earning a nod from him. She didn't waste any time, and climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was a bit heavier now, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"How about I tell you a story? This one is one I heard back when I was in Spain, it's about a little old woman who found herself remembering everything her husband did for her, and how he won her heart, just before he was called for war." he said. She gave him an eager nod, and he started the tale, a story that he found himself falling in love with, just as he was starting to fall for the blonde girl who he thought would be his sworn enemy.