A/N: Surprise Motherfuckers! The Crowned King of Despair is back from his long deserved break, with the latest chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy. Was the wait worth it? I hope it is, because the despair of waiting is over. We are entering a new phase in the story. If the first fifteen were filled with hope, then this will be the half filled with despair. The Downfall of Hope's Peak Academy is fast approaching and you all get a front row seat to watch the fireworks!

This is going to be a rather short chapter, to get everyone back into the spirit of things and so I can get used to writing Danganronpa again. I apologize for taking so long, but I needed a break, after four months of Danganronpa, I needed to find myself and write some other stuff. I assure you the wait is well worth it. It won't be long until Danganronpa 1.2 reload makes it's way onto the Playstation 4, where I will be playing the ever loving shit out of it. I don't know if I'll do a twitch stream of it or not, I mean I might but I'm not gonna get my hopes up. I'm probably the worse person when it comes to the game, even though I've played through it several times already. Danganronpa V3 is already out in Japan, and if I knew the language that fucker would be in my hand and in my system right fucking now, but clearly I can't understand Japanese, so it isn't. I might just buy it for the collection piece, just because.

Anyway, I had a hard time coming up with a general timeline of this, but I have decided to follow a basic plan of action. December is obviously when the Christmas chapter takes place. I will be following the western school system, so January-May will be part of the second semester. May and June will be vacation months, and July will be when the new semester will begin, so Class 79 will officially begin then, but I have to work some other people into my story during the last year Hope's Peak Academy is active. So bear with me...see what I did there? Anyone? No...okay...

Here's the new chapter, hope you enjoy it and if you don't, then please tell me why so I can improve it. The first few might be a little short as I am getting into the swing of things, but when it gets going, I will be back to the extensively long chapters. So enjoy...and remember, Smart People Use BearGlove body spray. Also, if you guys can guess the name of the Song lyrics used at the beginning part of this chapter, I will give you a shoutout in the next chapter.

The End of Hope's Peak Academy

Zetzubou-Hen

Chapter 16

New Year, Same Bullshit

"I stare through the cracks of my life in slow motion, as my world crumbles down, around me. I write the words that set me free."

I looked down at the notebook in my hand, the pen that I was writing with was almost broken, the ink smeared around my finger tips. The sparkly pink glitter was a mess on the bottom of my left hand as I had hastily written this message down, in hopes that someone would find it in the future. This notebook, this is my lifeline. I cannot take back the things that I have done, the wrong that I have committed, the atrocities I proclaimed in her name, I can't...I simply can't. It's been two weeks since then, and still I relish in the despair.

I didn't want to be a fucking martyr...but I just couldn't put the pen down. Even now as I hastily write this, I see nothing but blood. I'm holding a sword in my hands, blood dripping from my face, the sheer amount of joy that I had felt, the immense pleasure of spreading despair, it was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I detest it, with every fiber of my being. Even now, we are scattered on the winds. Who could have known, that in a short period of time, the world that we had come to know would be wretched out from under us. I want to blame her, I want nothing more than for her to pay for it all, but in the end I know that the fault lies with us, for being to trusting, for falling into her trap...we all watched her die...and did nothing but stand there.

The peaceful life filled with hope is gone now. There is no future, no graduation, no ceremonies, no college life...no marriage...nothing. Our life filled with hope was turned into a breeding ground for despair, and we are the ones to blame. The epicenter of this epidemic, New Hope's Peak Academy, the academy that bred hope, has now become a breeding ground for despair, all because of two young women.

Junko Enoshima, Mukuro Ikusaba...those names will forever haunt me. How can a childish airhead plan all this? She pegged us all for fools. All I say now, is be careful if you cross paths with her. She holds something dear to me with her. My most prized work, a work that was created in an atmosphere filled with hope was turned into a work of pure despair. Junko's Black Book of Despair...it's nothing more than a damaged version of my creation. There's nothing I can do to stop her now, she is out of my reach. For now, I will focus on atoning for my mistakes, and for that I have to find my friends..my fiancee and stop them from destroying the world.

My name is Daisuke Del Rio, and if you are reading this...then don't blame Class 77 for this, they were just following orders. The real mastermind was her...it was always her...

xxx

New Years day had come and gone, and the holiday break had come to an end. Daisuke was honestly sad about it, but he was happy to be returning to school. He had spent all of his time with Hiyoko, enjoying their budding relationship, watching a bunch of sappy movies and playing all of the video games his mother had bought him for Christmas. His sister Erika hadn't left them alone, and kept insisting on the two making her an aunt. Hiyoko had almost knocked her out at one point, when she put her in a headlock. The girl didn't bother them much after that.

Daisuke had been happy, he had let go of everything that had happened the year before, and was ready to face the new year with a bright smile on his face...he had been ready, until his Grandmother had called him, asking for him to head to Spain so he could help her move. His bright smile had turned into a deep frown. He had to leave Japan to help the old woman, as he was the only one she knew who could, seeing as no one else where she lived would be willing to help her, something that Daisuke found extremely messed up, knowing the woman's age. There was nothing he could do about it, and he hastily packed his bag.

"But why do you have to go? It's bullshit!" Hiyoko snapped, her arms crossed in anger. She was sitting at the edge of his bed, wearing one of her tee shirts, which was at least big enough to hide her underwear. He sighed and looked at his girlfriend, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but my grandmother has no one else to turn too. My sister won't be able to help her, and mom has to run the cafe. Realistically, I am the only one who can help her out. It'll only be for a month. You can survive without me, we got other friends you know." he replied with a grin.

"But it isn't fair...I wanted to go to that new Candy store that opened up in town to try out their gummies. They have traditional Japanese candies, you can't bail on me now!" she said. He cupped her cheek with his hand, kissing her forehead lovingly.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, and when I am..we'll head to the candy store and buy all of the frilly flower candies and gummies we can eat. Just wait for me alright? And don't tell anyone about us, I want to surprise the living shit out of all of them when I come back." he said, giving her a wink. She huffed, crossing her arms.

"You know that's going to be hard right? Mahiru will keep nagging me for details." she said.

"Mahiru will have to mind her business, at least until I come back. Besides, I bet you she's busy photographing everything in sight with her new camera. She probably filled the three memory cards I got her already. Oh right, give her this for me, I sort of stole it from her so I could get the pictures for everyone." he said, handing Hiyoko a blue SD card. She looked at it oddly.

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"You don't wanna know." he admitted, zipping up his suitcase. He sighed, pulling the black handle from it. Hiyoko stood up, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'll miss you dork! These last few days have been amazing, and I hate to admit it, but I've really grown fond of you!" she said.

"Aw, thanks beautiful. Like I said, it'll only be for a month, and best of all, I'll bring everyone souvenirs. I got my Christmas bonus from YouTube last week, so I'll have plenty of money to splurge."

"Didn't you splurge enough already? Jeez, save that money idiot."

"I don't mind spending my money on my friends, and my beautiful girlfriend. Keep in touch!" he said, kissing her lips. He was gone before she could even say anything. She hated to admit it, but she felt like crying. Maria walked into the room, a frown on her face.

"Aw sweetie, it'll be fine. He won't be gone long." she said.

"I know...but I'll miss him a lot. That stupid dork, why couldn't he have taken me with him?" she snapped angrily, stomping her small foot onto the floor. Maria giggled, shaking her head.

"If he took you with him, then he wouldn't get stuff done. Last thing we need his him getting crushed by a refrigerator because he was making cute faces at you!"

"Ugh...I suppose that's true. Is my laundry done? I have to pack up so I can go back to Hope's Peak...jeez, this is gonna be fun." she muttered dryly.

"In a few minutes, I'll give you a ride to school, seeing as I have to get Erika's materials for when she attends. Be sure to show her around."

"Yeah yeah." Hiyoko said, brushing the woman off as she left the room. Maria rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"You really know how to pick them don't you Daisuke?" she muttered, still not understanding what her son was thinking.

After what seemed like hours, which in reality was thirty or so minutes, Hiyoko arrived at school. All around her, the trees and grass were still covered in snow and ice. She had reluctantly dressed in warm clothes, since her kimono did little against the bitter cold. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants, with the word Love written on the leg, stuffed into a pair of light yellow snow boots. She was wearing one of Daisuke's Varsity jackets, with a plain tee shirt underneath. She had left her hair, down, wearing a fluffy winter hat she had borrowed from Erika. She grabbed her large suitcase from the trunk and set it on the ground, pulling the handle out.

"I'm gonna find a spot to park, you can go ahead inside." Maria said, gesturing for Hiyoko and Erika to go on ahead. The woman drove off, leaving the two girls in front of the academy. Hiyoko took a deep breath and started walking toward the entrance, dragging her suitcase behind her.

"Are you alright Yoko? You seem a little down." Erika said, catching up with the blonde.

"Don't you dare call me that, the last girl that called me that ended up loosing a few teeth, and I don't want to knock you on your ass this early in the morning." the blonde snapped angrily. Erika giggled.

"Aw, you miss him a lot don't you? I'll try not to be so annoying then. So, what's Hope's Peak like?" she asked, looking at the building they were slowly approaching.

"It's big, boring and filled with idiots, except for big sis Mahiru." she replied.

"What about big brother Dais?"

"Nope, he's an idiot...or rather a dork!" the girl said, giving her a grin. They arrived at the gates and were immediately stopped by Juzo, who had a pissed off look on his face.

"Listen, it's the first day after the break, please don't try anything." he said.

"She's with me. A student of Class 79 who's getting her materials together before the new semester, now piss off." she said firmly. Juzo sighed and looked at his Ehandbook.

"Name?" he said, glancing at Erika.

"Erika Marie Del Rio." she said simply. The man nodded and searched her name up, finding her profile along with her picture and future talent.

"Ultimate Fashion Designer...man you are gonna fit right into this place, go ahead in. The Headmaster will be interviewing the new alumni after orientation. You can explore the school for now but be at the Gym at 8:00 sharp." Juzo said, earning a nod from the girl.

"Yes sir...you know, I think your outfit needs a little pizzazz...hmm...maybe a scarf..yeah that's it, I'll get to designing one right away. It can be a little present from me." Erika said, a smile on her face.

"You don't have to do that."

"Nope, I've made up my mind. Let's go Hiyoko, surely being around the other Ultimate students will give me more inspiration!" she exclaimed.

"Ugh...I was looking forward to taking a nap." the blonde muttered, leading the girl into the school building.

xxx

Daisuke yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes as he made his way out of his plane. He had just landed in Barcelona and was about to head to his grandmother's place. He hated traveling long hours, especially to other countries. He was used to the Japanese Time Zone, and now he would be all out of whack by getting used to the European one. He sighed as he made his way out of his plane with his messenger bag around his shoulder. He gave a smile to the attendant and went on his way, heading down to the baggage claim area. It had been awhile since he had been in Barcelona's airport, but he still remembered everything.

Another yawn escaped his lips as he made his way down the stairs, dodging the people who were hurriedly heading toward the terminal, shouting in Spanish about how they were gonna miss their plane. He ducked to the right to avoid one sprinting man and ended up bumping into another person who was walking beside him, knocking her purse to the ground. He hissed under his breath and knelt down to grab it.

"Lo siento, señorita." (I'm sorry Miss.) he said, handing the girl her purse back. She looked at him oddly, her light colored eyes boring into his own. He looked her over, finding her oddly familiar.

She was a tall young woman, being almost taller than he was. She had long strawberry blonde hair, tied into pigtails with a white rabbit hair tie, and a red and white ribbon tied into a bow. She was wearing a tight short sleeved shirt, which was a bit low cut and showed quite a lot of her clevage. She had a red bow pinned onto her collar, which had little black dots on it. She was wearing a rather short pair of white shorts, which were ripped at the front. She was wearing a long pair of black stockings, along with a pair of black heeled boots. She had a pair of black sunglasses on her head, which looked to be very expensive. The odd look on her face shifted into a smile.

"Don't worry about it, it was my fault." she replied. He sighed with relief, understanding what she said.

"I'm glad you speak Japanese. I've grown rather used to speaking it back home. Say...aren't you that famous fashion model?" he asked, finally recognizing her.

"Of course I am. My name is Junko Enoshima, it's a pleasure to meet one of my fans!" she said happily, taking her purse from his hands. He noticed her fingernails were rather long, and painted a bright red color.

"Right of course...you are the Ultimate Fashionista. My name is Daisuke Del Rio, Ultimate Story Teller, I've actually met some of your classmates back in Japan."

"Wow, small world. I was actually heading to baggage claim, care to escort a lovely lady to find her luggage?" she asked, earning a nod from him.

"Sure, anything for my underclassmen." he said, giving her a wink. She giggled, slipping her arm through his, much to his dismay.

"So what's a handsome young man like you doing all the way in Spain? Didn't school start back up?" she asked curiously.

"Today actually, sadly I was called here by my grandmother so I'm going to be a bit busy here for the next month. What about you? Fashion shoot?" he asked.

"Yup that's right. It's gonna be a bit boring, honestly I want to go back home so I can be with my classmates. We barely hung out during the time we were together before I was called to a shoot. I need the money so I can't complain." she said, a pout on her lips.

"I feel you, sometimes you have to do things you don't want to and be away from the ones you care about. I just left Japan and I'm already missing my friends, my girlfriend...hell even that mutt my sister got as a gift." he said. Junko's eyes widened a bit and she let go of his arm, cheeks tinged red.

"Why didn't you tell me you we're taken? Here I am draping myself over you and flirting you up!"

"It's alright honest." he said, brushing it off like nothing. Finally arriving at the baggage claim, Daisuke easily spotted his suitcase. He grabbed it from the conveyor, checking it over to make sure it was truly his. His bag slipped off his shoulder, and a few things came flying out of it. He sighed, groaning a bit.

"Man, I'm just dropping everything today." he said, earning a giggle from Junko. She noticed the picture frame on the floor and knelt down to pick it up, noticing all of the smiling faces on it.

"Is this your class?" she asked. He looked at the picture in her hands, nodding.

"Yup, all sixteen of us. Our friend Nagito wasn't in this one sadly, he ended up blowing up the gym and got suspended for awhile. We also got a new girl, Takane..she's the white haired girl standing next to me." he said. She nodded, humming to herself before handing him the picture.

"You have a lot of friends and I can tell how close all of you are with each other." she said. He shoved the photo in his bag, giving her a nod.

"We've had some crazy adventures. I'm sure we'll have way more down the road...makes me wonder what they're up to."

"Hey, what's that on the floor...looks like a book." she said, grabbing the thick book that had slipped out of his bag. He hastily took it from her hands, hugging it closely to himself.

"Sorry, this thing is precious to me. It's a book I'm working on and it's almost finished, I don't want anyone to see it until it's done." he said, placing it in his bag, making sure it was zipped shut.

"Oh...that's alright I guess. I didn't know you were also a novelist."

"Eh, I am a little bit. Since I am the Ultimate Story Teller, I wanted to make my own novel. My book of stories is filled for the most part with work that isn't my own, so I wanted to show my talent to the world. My writing and stories inspire a lot of people, and I just wanted everyone to experience what I write." he said, a small smile on his face. Junko hummed to herself, adopting a pensive look on her face.

"Alright, whenever your book is finished, I want to be the first one to read it. If you want the world to experience it, then I can surely tell a lot of people, after all I am a fashion model." she said.

"I can do that, I guess. Honestly it isn't my best work but I have poured a lot of time into it. The final chapter is coming together nicely, and now that I'm in Spain I might finish it quicker...if you'd like, we can exchange numbers so I can tell you when it's done." he said. She gave him a nod, pulling a pink flip phone from her bra.

"I'd love too. I text all my friends back home all the time, I can add you to my growing list of friends!" she exclaimed happily. Daisuke pulled out his beat up phone from his pocket, flicking it open. Junko's eyes widened a bit, taking it from his hand.

"What the hell is this? It's all beat to shit."

"Funny story...I was actually almost killed by this deranged girl in school, she snapped my phone in half during our fight. And she also snapped my arm in half with bat. I haven't gotten around to getting a new one so I've been dealing with that one for awhile now." he said, rubbing his neck. Junko shook her head, her blonde hair flying in all directions. She grabbed her suitcase from the conveyor as it passed and placed it on the ground, opening it up.

"This won't do. I can't have my friend walking around with a hideous device like this. I have three phones myself so I'll just give you one of mine. Don't worry about the bill either, it's tied to my credit card so it will always be paid when it's due." she said, digging her hand through her suitcase.

"Junko, I appreciate the gesture but I can't just take one of your phones like that. We just met after all." he said.

"Nonsense! I have way too much money to care about, so it isn't an issue. Here it is." she said, grabbing a light blue phone from within her suitcase. Daisuke noticed several pieces of expensive looking clothes in her suitcase before she closed it up. She flicked the phone open, humming to herself for a few moments as she transferred all the information from Daisuke's phone into it.

"Here you are, a brand new phone fit for a fashion model, and a story teller." she said, giving him a wink. He took the phone from her hand, eyes widening a bit. It was the latest model for the brand of phone he used, except it had an outer touch screen, as well as an inner touch screen and a number pad. The outer side of it was light blue in color with white buttons, while the inside was glowing a light green.

"Jesus, this must have cost you a fortune." he said.

"Nearly 1,000 US dollars actually. This model was custom made for me, you can actually change the colors on the number pad. I don't use it so it's all yours. You know, this morning I woke up and told myself, "You are going to meet someone new today" and when you bumped into me, I just knew it was you. It's a chance encounter!" she said happily.

"Well when you put it that way, I'm glad I bumped into you and knocked your purse to the ground." he said happily.

"Don't even worry about that, you and I are buddies now. Oh look at the time, I have to go before my agent beats my ass into the ground. It was nice meeting you Daisuke. I'll be in Spain for the next six weeks, if you are still around, let's hang out alright?" she said, grabbing her suitcase. She tossed him his old phone which he barely managed to catch.

"Oh uh...sure, I can show you around Barcelona if you want, there's this really nice place near the Cathedral that makes awesome cupcakes."

"I can't wait..see ya around, Ultimate Story Teller."

"Same to you, Ultimate Fashionista." he said, giving her a bright smile. Junko turned to leave, heading toward the door, brushing past an elderly lady, who was making her way toward her grandson. She smirked inwardly.

"What a fool, trusting me of all people. He's much too easy to mess with, and seeing that smiling class...I'll have to make some plans for them in the future. This gives me an idea...it's gonna be great." she thought to herself.

"Upupupupu!"

"Miss Enoshima, you are going to be late!" her agent snapped, stepping out of the limousine that was waiting for her. The driver grabbed her suitcase, placing it in the trunk.

"Yeah yeah, I have all of six weeks here, we can afford to take our time." she said firmly, getting into the car.

"The first one that's gonna die is you my dear, I can't wait to see that delicious despair written on your face." she thought, glaring daggers at her agent, hiding them behind her innocent look.

"Mijito, how was your trip?"

"It was fine grandma, really boring." Daisuke said, hugging his grandmother tightly.

"I saw you talking to that girl, do you know her?" she asked, looking closely at her grandson.

"We just met. She's actually my underclassmen, we got to talking and became friends. She even gave me a cellphone." he said, showing the woman his phone.

"How very nice of her, and doing something for someone she just met. She sounds like a very sweet girl."

"She's kind of an airhead, but I can tell she's really sweet. Anyway, what are we doing today?" he asked, going through his contacts. He highlighted all of them in a chain text telling them that he had gotten a new cell and number before sending it, making sure it didn't accidentally send to Junko.

"We will be moving the heavy stuff today. Your Primo flew in from Paris to help us, and he brought one of his friends as well. I can't wait for you to meet her, she's such a little sweetheart."

"Abuela, I have a girlfriend now." Daisuke said, grabbing his suitcase from the ground. She giggled, shaking her head.
"I know, your mother won't stop talking about it. But I am just keeping your options clear." she said. Daisuke shook his head, rolling his eyes as he followed the old woman out of the airport. As he walked outside, he noticed the black limousine that was parked outside. As he walked by it, the window rolled down and Junko stuck her head out, giving him a grin.

"I'm so bored in here. Would you like a ride?" she asked.

"Um...I dunno." Daisuke said.

"We were gonna take a cab home sweetheart, if your friend wants to give us a ride then it'll be fine. Besides, I've never been in a limo before." his grandmother said, earning a groan from him.

"I guess we'll take you up on that." he said.

"Excellent. Just shove your stuff in the trunk and climb aboard, we have champagne in here, don't tell anyone." she said, whispering the last part. He chuckled, shaking his head. Maybe his stay in Barcelona wouldn't be so bad.

xxx

Looking around, the world that I had once come to know was definitely gone. The skies were a blood red, the smoke clouds climbed higher and higher, and the ground cracked. It was as if the world itself was starting to grow mad. I looked at my friends, all sixteen of us were standing in front of what remained of New Hope's Peak Academy, the bodies of the Reserve Course students littered the area. I couldn't help but grin, my crimson eyes glanced at one of the moving bodies, which was twitching on the ground. I smirked, walking over to it.

"Sweetheart, get away from that disgusting pig!" Hiyoko cried out, glancing at me. I chuckled, a smirk making its way onto my face.

"What are you talking about babe? I just want to give myself an extra dose of despair, after all...this is gonna be a great story to tell, and who better to tell it than the Ultimate Story Teller?" I asked, slamming my boot onto his face. His skull caved under the weight of my boot, blood and brain matter literally exploded everywhere, covering my pant leg in a viscous pink liquid.

"Well said Daisuke, you know...there are few people you wanted to take care of, If you'd like you can borrow my services." Peko said. I chuckled, tilting my head, a grin splitting my face.

"The fuck do I need you for? You aren't anything but a useless tool...now go fulfill your mission, make sure everyone in the Prime Minister's Diet is taken care of. And if I see you anywhere near here, I will personally rip you a new one!" I shouted. Peko nodded and raced off, Fuyuhiko following after her. I grabbed the gun that I had stolen from one of the Hope's Peak Security guards, licking the side of the barrel with glee. My other friends looked at me, similar smiles on their faces, crimson eyes boring into my own.

"We are gonna have so much fun. This story isn't over yet, it's merely beginning, and it's gonna be despairingly delicious!" I exclaimed, breaking into a laugh as I headed out of the campus. Hope's Peak Academy was dead, and so were the ones who wronged me.