A/N: Hey howdy hey everyone. I iz back with a whole new chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy. I started writing this one shortly after posting the last one, and I gotta say, it's a rather interesting chapter, at least in my opinion. It is rather short, but I'm slowly working myself into the higher digit pages. It won't be long, I just got get into writing this series again and then I'll be good.
I actually finished playing the Danganronpa V3 demo a couple hours ago, and let me tell you...it was freaking amazing. The graphics are so smooth and the voices are spot on. The new Prison Academy looks interesting as well and all of the new aesthetics were great, including the new Mini-games during the Class Trial, which was a pain in the ass. I can't read Japanese, and I can only understand a few phrases that the characters said, so I was pretty much shooting blanks when it came to the Class Trial, luckily I did find a translation and was able to read everything, so far Tenko Chabashira is my bae for this game, shortly after is Kaede Akamatsu, with Tsumugi Shirogane right behind her. It was a fun experiance and seeing Yasuhiro Hagakure getting murdered again was really funny, poor guy just doesn't get a break. This has fueled my hype and I can't wait until the English release to play it. Still deciding on whether I should Twitch stream it or not.
Anyway, we get a little bit of a time skip this chapter. I know, the second chapter after the break and already a time skip, but..it was a needed time skip, so we can further this along. The next few chapters will most likely involve some of the usual Class 77 shenanigans, along with whatever other major plot point will further us along, including the Hope Restoration Program and Hajime's fate. It fill serve to set the final mood before the Downfall of Hope's Peak Academy begins. I'm also rereading School Life of Mutual Killing to make sure some of the past plot points i mentioned make their way into this story as it is the prequel.
Shoutout to BeatboxingKoala for correctly guessing the song I referenced last chapter. If you listened to that song, then surely you agree that it fits the mood yes? And if you highlighted and copies those lyrics into google and found the answer that way, then listen to it anyway, it's a good song.
Also, fun fact...Daisuke's book is named after the original concept of Danganronpa, which was named Distrust. During this version of the game, the person who survived depended on who you trusted more, so the game could have gone either way. the killer could have gotten executed or the killer could have lived all depending on who you trusted. To make things easier, Daisuke's book is the reason the school life of mutual killing happens, so if you'd like, imagine the cast of Danganronpa V3 are the same characters that Daisuke wrote about in his novel, the one that built the basis for Junko's little plot. It made it that much more exciting to write about.
Regardless, I am don't blabbering on, for now I shall leave you with this short but informative chapter. I hope you enjoy it...
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetzubou-Hen
Chapter 17
Return
Daisuke was honestly tired of traveling. It had been five weeks since he had left for Spain, and he was finally returning home to Japan. He was currently on a very fancy jet, owned by none other than his underclassmen Junko Enoshima. Over the time he spent in Barcelona, he found himself getting to know the model more and more, enough to call her one of his friends. She was weird, kooky and surprisingly smart when she wanted to be. He couldn't even tell how many times she skipped out on photo shoots just so she could go explore the city, with him as her personal guide. It was safe to say she had a good time, he hadn't seen that many pictures on a Facebook profile, but when he looked through hers, all he saw were selfies of herself and pictures of him making an ass out of himself.
"We are now approaching the Airport, please put your seats and tray tables in their upright position and turn off all devices while we land, thank you!"
"Ugh...I wish they wouldn't do that." Junko muttered dryly, shutting off her phone and laptop. Daisuke did the same, chuckling at her antics. He glanced out the window, seeing the slowly approaching runway. It was still early in Japan, around 6:45 in the morning. He tugged on his fingerless glove, looking down at his hand, a frown on his face.
"Wonder how the others will react to this." he muttered.
"You'll be fine. They are your friends right Dais?" Junko asked, giving him a puppy look. He smiled, giving her a nod.
"You are absolutely right Junko. So, when is that video going to be up? We worked too hard on it and I want to see it." he said.
"Hmm...the producer said he would email us the link when it was done. At least I was able to skip out on my last week of modeling in Spain, sadly I'll be gone before long, some surprise trip to Fiji." She said.
"Aw, it won't be so bad. I hear Fiji is nice this time of year, at least there's no snow there." he said, noticing the snowbanks on the sides of the runway. He tightly grasped the handles on the seat as the plane touched down. He heard Junko giggling, his eyes widened when he saw her unfastened seatbelt.
"Jesus Christ, are you crazy?" he snapped.
"I do this all the time Dais, chill out or else you'll pop a blood vessel!" she said, brushing off his concern as if it were nothing. He gulped, looking out the window again. Junko was truly a fierce woman when she wanted to be. Once they had come to a stop, he unfastened his seat belt and stood up, grabbing his messenger bag. He slung it across his shoulder before grabbing his suit case.
"So, how was flying first class with the greatest model in the world?" Junko asked, glancing at her friend.
"It was awesome, especially because of the champagne." he said, still a bit tipsy from his last drink.
"You my friend are an alcoholic, don't make me sign you up for AA meetings!"
"Jeez, three drinks and I'm now a drunkard..that's great." he said sarcastically. The two teenagers made their way off the plane, finally happy that they were on land. It wasn't long before the two of them were in a fancy limousine heading toward Hope's Peak Academy. Junko was rapidly typing things into her phone, while Daisuke checked his messages.
"Ugh...this girl pisses me off so much! I gotta knock some sense into her!"
"Who are you talking about this time? A fellow model?" Daisuke asked, not looking up from his screen.
"I wish! No I'm talking about my stupid older sister Mukuro. She doesn't have a single talented bone in her body."
"I didn't know you had an older sister." he said, closing his phone and placing it in his bag.
"I do, she's actually my older twin sister. We were born on Christmas day you know!" she said, hastily sending a message to her sister.
"Christmas babies...how unbelievably lucky." he muttered dryly.
"So, now that you are in Japan what are you gonna do? Bone your girl?" she asked, making the teen cough loudly. He glared at her, an incredulous look on his
face.
"The fuck made you say that?"
"Well, you were gone for five weeks...that means you want to relieve some tension with her. It might do the two of you good, and with her it can happen anywhere, since she's so short and all."
"Junko, I would watch it when you talk about Hiyoko like that. You ever call her short to her face and she'll knock you on your ass faster than you can blink." he said, a tone of seriousness in his voice. She giggled, rolling her eyes.
"She can try, but I doubt she'd successfully do it!"
Around an hour later, the two of them finally made it to Hope's Peak Academy. Daisuke stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath of cold air, before placing his hands at his waist.
"Oh man, I never thought I would see the day where I would miss coming to school!" he said. The driver set his suitcase beside him, and he gave him a nod.
"I have some things to do, so I'm not gonna stick around. I'll meet your classmates later Dais, see ya!" Junko exclaimed, right before the limo took off. Daisuke watched it go, a frown on his face. He was excited about her meeting his friends, but he figured it could wait. He grabbed his suitcase and started walking toward the main gate.
He had gotten a call from his homeroom teacher while he was still in Spain. Kizakura had told him that out of all the literature talents in the school, he had gotten the highest in the exam, scoring a perfect 100. Apparently, telling them a scary story was well worth it, especially since one of the judges had supposedly pissed herself in fright. That thought just made him laugh as he made his way inside the academy proper. He passed by a few students who greeted him amiably. He walked into the plaza, dodging a few other students before making his way to his dorm. When he got there, he stopped staring at the door. He noticed the nameplate now had his name on it, instead of Sonia's note. He sort of missed that now, having grown used to it, especially since she had gone through the trouble of spelling his name in calligraphy. He pulled his room key from his bag and slipped it into the lock, slowly turning it. He heard a loud crash on the other side of the door, making him jump back a bit. He set his suitcase down beside him, grasping the handle in front of him.
"Jesus, I hope you are alright Sonia." he muttered as he slowly opened the door. Instead of being greeted by the blonde princess, he was instead greeted by a seven foot tall Black Bear, standing on it's back legs. Daisuke's eyes widened in horror as the creature let out a loud boisterous roar. He rapidly closed the door, the loud slam echoing through the hallway. He rapidly locked it, making sure the creature remained inside.
"Goddamn it! Sonia!" he shouted angrily, his voice bouncing off the walls. He broke into a sprint, heading toward the stairwell. He took the steps two at a time, jumping down to the first floor. He ran toward the cafeteria, briefly scanning it for a familiar head of blonde hair.
"Yo, Daisuke I didn't know you were back." greeted Leon, making the teen turn around. He grew a bit worried when he saw his face.
"Dude, you okay? You look like you saw a ghost."
"I didn't see shit man. Do you know where Sonia is? I have to give her a piece of my fucking mind!" he said.
"Uh...I think I saw her heading to your classroom. They wanted to do something special since everyone will be moving to the new school building soon." he said.
"Whatever, thanks for the information bro! It's nice to see you but I'm in a hurry, I'll talk to you later." He said, racing out of the Hotel Plaza. Leon watched him go, a curious look on his face.
"Was that Daisuke?" Sayaka asked, standing next to her friend and classmate.
"Yup, I don't know why he was in such a hurry, but it seemed important. Hey, did you finish the homework? I didn't finish mine." he said, a blush appearing on his cheeks. The Ultimate Pop Sensation huffed, turning away from him.
"I finished my homework yes, but you can't copy it. Go talk to Makoto, he might let you borrow his!"
"Come on Sayaka...I'll give you some tickets to my next baseball game." he said.
"I said no." she said, brushing past him, heading toward the laundry room. He sighed, walking into the cafeteria. It wasn't going to be a good day for him.
Daisuke hastily made his way through the academy, anger coursing through his system. He was gone for five weeks and the first thing he came home to was that? What was wrong with his roommate? He shook it off, taking a deep breath as he climbed the stairs. He was sure Aiko had called out to him but he had brushed past her in his anger and was too far to go back. He would make sure to apologize to her later. Finally making it to the second floor, he cut across the hallway, heading toward his classroom. He finally stood in front of the door, hearing the voices of his friends. He felt a bit of his anger die town, hearing all of them again after being gone for so long. He grabbed the necklace Chiaki had given him, looking at it fondly for a few seconds, before grasping the door handle.
"What's the worst that can happen?" he thought to himself, sliding the door open.
"Surprise! Welcome Home Daisuke!"
The young man was stunned a bit by the loud sound of party favors and confetti flying around everywhere. His anger disappeared entirely, replaced with the familiar warmth he had missed. He was instantly hugged by Akane, who shoved his face into her chest.
"Dais bro, we missed you so much!" she exclaimed.
"I missed you too...now please let go." he said, struggling to breathe. Akane let him go, only for him to get knocked to the ground by Nekumaru who clapped his shoulder.
"Okay...I think I missed this the least during the time I was gone." he said, groaning a bit.
"Whoops, sorry Daisuke, I didn't mean to knock you onto the ground!" the man said, breaking into laughter. Sonia held her hand out, a small smile on her face.
"Welcome Home Daisuke!" she said. He smiled, taking her hand. Once we was on his feet, he gave her a hug.
"It's good to be back Sonia. But I have a question for you and Tanaka...why in the living fuck is there a Black Bear in our dorm?" he asked, glaring at the blonde.
"Oh, so you already met Cuddles? That makes it easier on us."
"Who the hell names a bear cuddles? Jesus Christ are you trying to kill me? I left my suitcase in the hallway!" he snapped, earning a giggle from her.
"My apologies Sir Daisuke, we were supposed to broadcast our lengthy discussion on Black Bears on what you mortals call the internet this afternoon. I shall go and talk to Lord Cuddles, if you'll excuse me." Tanaka said, taking his leave. Sonia followed after him.
"I'll put your suitcase away, don't worry about a thing!" She said, leaving the room. He hugged, brushing a bit of his hair out of his eyes.
"Man, I was not expecting that the first day here. Where's Hiyoko?" he asked, looking at his friends. All of them looked at him, or rather his right hand, with widened eyes. He glanced at it, a frown on his face.
"Dude...what the hell happened to your hand?" Kazuichi asked, a worried look on his face.
"Yeah, you're missing a finger...or am I seeing things wrong?" Takane added. Teruteru glanced at Fuyuhiko, who huffed and looked away.
"It wasn't me, so don't even look in my direction ass hat." he said.
"Perhaps you should explain this too us in detail Daisuke. As for your question, she and Mikan are at the school store, and will be gone for a little while longer." Peko replied. He nodded, leaning against the railing at the front of the room.
"Well, I suppose I could tell you the story...we do have a bit of time." he said.
"Yes please, tell us all about your time in Barcelona...and about the pretty girls you met." Teruteru said, a bit of blood dripping from his nose. He sighed, shaking his head as he begun to tell his story.
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It was a bright sunny day, and the temperature was refreshingly cool. Daisuke had just finished moving the last of his grandmother's things into her new house, so he had a bit of time before he went home. He had decided to hang out with Junko today, as it was one of her days off from shooting. He walked toward the Cathedral, keeping his eye out for the strawberry blonde.
"It's been forever since I walked down here...everything is coming back to me." he muttered to himself. He kept a tight hold on his messenger bag. He hated to admit it, but the part of town he was walking through was known for petty thefts. He had his shinai with him of course, but one could never be too prepared. He heard a loud banging coming from a nearby alley way and stopped to take a look inside, his eyes widening a bit.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who I am?" the teenage girl cried, glaring daggers at her assailant, a hooded person dressed entirely in black. Daisuke opened his pack, pulling out his Shinai.
"Make one more move and I'll strike you down." he said, gaining the persons attention.
"Daisuke! Run away, this person has a knife...they're trying to kill me." Junko cried out. He grit his teeth, holding his wooden sword firmly.
"That's not gonna happen...I was trained in Kendo by the Ultimate Swordswoman, and I am not letting some asshole hurt my friend." he said, setting aside his messenger bag. The hooded person smirked, twirling their knife around. He angled the blade, sending a ray of sun into his eye, stunning him for a bit. Daisuke closed his eyes and moved methodically, his wooden sword clashing with the blade of the knife. He easily pushed the assailant back, knocking them into the nearby dumpster. He didn't even seem bothered by it, as he jumped back onto his feet, swinging the knife at him. Daisuke did his best to avoid him, getting a few cuts on his arms. Pink blood slowly soaked into his shirt, but he didn't care, they were small cuts so they didn't bother him. He swung his sword in a wide arc, forcing the assailant to jump over it. She punched him in the face, stunning him a bit. Within a second, he was knocked onto the ground, his sword knocked out of his hand. He grit his teeth as the man sat on his back, holding his left arm tightly in his grasp.
"Let go of me!" Daisuke said, gritting his teeth in anger. The person didn't say anything, instead just glared at his messenger bag, a smirk appearing on their face.
"I'll be taking your stuff." they said in a low tone.
"Like hell you will. I don't have anything important in there, but I will not let you take my stuff!" Daisuke said. Somehow he got the strength to knock the person off his back. He scrambled to get his shinai, only to get pinned to the wall. He snapped his head back, slamming it into the persons face. He turned around, delivering a fierce left hook to his face. He pulled his right hand back, about to deliver another blow, only the person caught his hand. He was suddenly pinned to the wall, his open hand being placed against the bricks.
"I'll teach you to fuck with me!" the person exclaimed. With practiced skill, the man sliced his ring finger off his body. Daisuke screamed in pain, pink blood started squirting all over the place, soaking his face and shirt with blood. He balled his shirt up and held it to his missing digit, tears of pain running down his cheeks. The assailant meanwhile dug through his messenger bag and grabbed the only thing that was inside, a copy of his finished manuscript before racing off into the streets. He was about to give chase when Junko stopped him.
"Don't...you'll loose more blood if you run after him!" she exclaimed.
"But he took my manuscript...it isn't the only copy of it, but that was the proofread finished version...I wanted you to read it."
"That isn't important right now, what is important is that we get you to a hospital. Don't worry, I may be a bit of an airhead, but I do know some Spanish. Just put pressure on the wound while I call the ambulance." she said. The clacking of her heels grew softer as she walked away from him. Daisuke knelt down, grabbing his dirtied and severed finger off the ground. He grabbed a napkin from his bag and wrapped his finger in it, hoping they could reattach it to his hand.
xxx
"Sadly, the doctors weren't able to reattach the finger in time so I had no choice but to get stitches. It sucks, especially since I'm a lefty when I play guitar, thanks to that I can't play my guitar anymore...fuckin sucks. But I am alive and that's what matters." he said.
"How absolutely horrible. What ruffian would dare do such a thing to someone?" Takane asked, clearly distressed by the story.
"A fucking asshole, that's who...I wish I could find him." Fuyuhiko replied, anger coursing through him.
"It was my fault. I didn't teach you how to defend yourself properly, the blame falls onto me." Peko said.
"Don't blame yourself Peko, it isn't yours or anyones fault. We were at the wrong place at the wrong time. The bastard got away with my book, but I reported it to the authorities, got all of the copyrighting and other stuff under my name. Before we landed in Japan, I took care of every last little thing before shipping it off to the agent Touko Fukawa recommended me too. I took the liberty of printing it out in book form while I was in Spain. It still needs a bit of editing, but the agent said she would get to me within the week." he said, pulling his book from within his bag. It was a plain paperback book, with a white cover on it. It was thick, having likely near eight hundred pages. Even though the cover was entirely white, there was a title written on it, in badly drawn blocky letters.
"Distrust?" Kazuichi asked, looking closely at it.
"Yeah, it's a work in progress title. I couldn't come up with anything and I just needed to get it to the agent. I'll think about a better title later on." he said.
"This looks legit. Good job man, can't wait to read it." Nekumaru said, happy that his friend finally finished his novel.
"Of course, if it gets green lit the first edition copies have been reserved for those closest to me, all of you. And we can't forget our dear Chisa either." he said, giving them a wink.
"Awesome, we'll wait just a little bit longer to read it. It shouldn't be that much longer right?" Ryouta asked, earning a nod from Daisuke.
"A couple weeks at most. The agent was interested since I was an Ultimate student, so she said she would give me a call when she finished reading it. Whatever the case, one good thing came out of my trip to Spain, that was of course the souvenirs!" he said, pulling several bags from his messenger bag, all of them having the names of his friends written on the side.
"Jeez, didn't you spend enough money on us during Christmas?" Mahiru asked, holding her new camera close to herself.
"Not really. It just so happens one of you has a birthday this month, so I wanted to have a head start." he said, giving her a wink. He turned to Nekumaru, handing him his first.
"Happy Birthday bro, hope you like it!"
"Whatever it is, I'll love it. It's from my awesome friend, Yeah!" he exclaimed.
"Ugh...don't you think it's a little early for this crap?"
everyone looked toward the door, seeing a sheepish Mikan Tsumiki, holding a plastic bag within her hands. She smiled brightly, seeing her friend had returned. He however was looking at the girl beside her.
The girl that stood beside her was nearly as tall as her. She had light colored skin, with a light colored blush on her cheeks, and pale golden eyes. Her long blonde hair was styled in a single curved ponytail that fell down past her shoulders, and was held up by a black hair tie with a rabbit on it. She was wearing a beautiful silk kimono, which was a bright blue in color. It was long sleeves, decorated with bright pink Sakura petals. Around her waist, she wore a black obi sash, with white butterflies painted on it, along with a bright white moon, which was shedding it's light onto a calm lake. It was also made out of silk, and was tied firmly around her waist into a perfect bow. She was wearing a pair of wooden sandals, barely showing off her small feet. Daisuke swallowed hard, dropping the bags he held in his hand, luckily Akane had caught them before they all hit the ground.
"Hiyoko?" he asked curiously, earning a smile from the girl.
"About goddamn time you showed up. Do you know how much I missed you dork? Jeez, you really know how to piss me off." the girl replied. He noticed her voice had gotten a bit deeper than before, though her tone and demeanor were still very much the same. She stood in front of him, arms crossed in annoyance.
"You haven't changed a bit, still have that spiky hair of yours. How's your hand?" she asked, taking a look at it.
"Hurts like shit sometimes, but I manage." he said. She rolled her eyes.
"When he lost his finger, he called me first and asked me not to tell anyone, especially his mother. He was crying like a little bitch!"
"Hey fuck you! I got my finger sliced clean off, of course I would cry. My blood is coating some wall in Barcelona, someone can steal my DNA, replicate my body...Christ, I can have clone of me right now, walking among us without me even realizing it. Holy shit that's an awesome story plot...I think I'll call it, Invasion of the Body Snatchers!" he said excitedly.
"Bro, that was already taken, it's a movie." Kazuichi said, making the boy frown.
"Oh...well damn." he muttered dryly. He shook his head, turning back to the girl in front of him. He tugged at her kimono a bit, looking it over, a small smile on his face.
"See, I told you you would fit into it. You aren't exactly tall and curvaceous yet, but you definitely look beautiful."
"I don't know if I should slap you, or kick you in the balls for that petty insult." she huffed, puffing her cheeks.
"Jeez, just kiss me already. I know you want too." he said, giving her a smirk. Before he could even react she jumped into his arms, planting a firm yet loving kiss onto his lips. His friends were obviously shell shocked since they weren't expecting it. Well, a few of them at least.
"HA! I fucking knew it, pay up losers!" Fuyuhiko said, holding his hand out. Kazuichi grumbled, pulling out his wallet and opening it. A single black fly zoomed out of it when he did.
"Can I give you an IOU?" he asked, looking at the blond teen. He smirked.
"Of course you can, but it isn't a good idea to owe the son of a Yakuza money." he said.
"Give me a week, I got some repairs to do in town, I'll have it ready by then." the mechanic said, though his voice was calm, his face betrayed his emotions. Mahiru was rapidly snapping pictures of the couple, a grin on her face.
"When did this happen?" She asked. The two pulled away from each other, and the blonde turned to her friend, giving her a grin.
"Christmas Eve, after you all left. We fucked like bunnies all night."
"We did not Hiyoko, stop messing around." Daisuke said, a bright blush on his face.
"Okay...I was just kidding about us fucking." she said, popping a few gummies into her mouth.
"Um...I have a question for you Daisuke...how did you meet Junko?" Chiaki asked, earning curious looks from her friends. They all seemed to be interested in this as well.
"Oh, we met at the airport in Barcelona. We ended up hanging out a lot while she was there for her photo shoot. She even paid for my hospital bills, sadly I wasn't able to get anything done for my hand." he said, glancing at his missing finger. Kazuichi hummed to himself, taking a hold of Daisuke's hand, looking at it closely.
"It might be a little difficult, but I think I know someone who can make a prosthetic finger for you. I've worked with her on other things, if you want I can take you to her." he replied. Daisuke looked at him curiously, glancing at the clock.
"I mean...I would go, but you went through the trouble of throwing me this welcome party, I should at least hang out for a bit." he said.
"Don't even worry about it man, we'll be here when you get back. Go speak with this person, if they can help you...all the better right?" Fuyuhiko said.
"I agree, if there is a way to get you back to normal then you should seek help immediately. We understand." Peko added. Hiyoko took a hold of his hand, pulling him toward the door.
"Come on, dork! I know exactly who Kazuichi is talking about. Lead the way Pinkie!"
"Yeah yeah, don't get your panties in a twist!" the mechanic replied, following after the two.
"So, how the hell did you grow so big in the time I was gone?" Daisuke asked, glancing at his girlfriend who stuck her tongue out at him.
"I didn't do anything really, I just had a sudden growth spurt."
"She would grow half an inch a day until she finally stopped at five foot three, though Aiko said she might grow a bit more as she continues aging. I only grew an inch since last year..kinda blows if you ask me." Kazuichi added.
"How do you think I feel? I haven't grown at all since the last time I was measured. I'm stuck being five eight." Daisuke mused, glancing at his friend.
"At least I'll get a little more respect, and with my longer limbs, I can definitely turn Tsumiki into a pretzel!" she exclaimed. The two boys cringed, not wanting to ever be in that position. The three continued onward to through the third floor, slowly climbing up the stairs that would lead up to the fourth floor. A few students were hanging around the Data Processing Room, laughs coming from within. A few of the students greeted them as they passed.
"Man, it sure is lively up here, though it seems a bit empty." Daisuke said, looking around the area.
"That's because the Fourth years are slowly transitioning into the New School Building. So far only the bottom three floors have opened, so their the first that get to see the new facilities. It's gonna take them another two months to finish the rest of it, but by next year we'll be ready to settle in." Hiyoko said.
"Man, Third years already, and my sister will be in the new class too. I can't wait for her to start going here, she's gonna have a blast." Daisuke said.
"I told you already, stop following me around. I don't consider you family, so stop calling me your sister!"
The three students stopped in their tracks when they saw a distraught looking Kyoko Kirigiri walking away from the Headmaster's office. She briefly glanced at them before taking off, heading back down to the third floor. A few seconds later, another young man walked into the hall, looking in the direction the girl hat just taken off into.
The boy was a bit shorter than Daisuke, standing at five foot seven inches. He had short purple hair, reaching down to the nape of his neck. He had a soft complexion, which was slightly tan. He had soft colored lavender eyes which were filled with sadness. He was wearing a violet colored blazer, which was firmly pressed. The lapels had silver studs on them, and he was wearing a decorative pin on his left breast, which depicted the crest of Hope's Peak Academy. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt underneath it, with a crimson tie which had a butterfly design on it. He was wearing a pair of long straight black jeans that fit him nicely. He wore a matching black belt around his waist, along with a pair of black leather boots on his feet. He was wearing a violet and black glove on his left hand, which had several silver studs on it. He sighed, looking at the ground in what looked to be shame.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Daisuke asked, growing concerned over the boy. He stiffened and looked at him, a wide eyed look on his face. He suddenly straightened up, his face turning into an emotionless mask.
"My apologies. I hadn't noticed you there, I am alright...you needn't concern yourself over my well-being." he said.
"You sure? Kyoko seemed really pissed off." Hiyoko said, earning a frown from the boy. He sighed, glancing over his shoulder.
"Yes...sister is always like that when I am around. She doesn't consider me family, just now she had an argument with father when he told her I had been selected for the incoming class. My mistake, I haven't informed you of my name. I am Hisashi Kirigiri, the Ultimate Private Investigator and student of the 79th class of Hope's Peak Academy." he said.
"Wow, I didn't know the headmaster had a son. That's amazing...my name is Daisuke Del Rio, this is my girlfriend Hiyoko, and my good friend Kazuichi." the black haired teen said.
"Ah yes, the Ultimate Story Teller of Class 77B. I have read quite a lot about you, as well as he two of you, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer, and the Ultimate Mechanic, all of you are quite well known around this campus." he admitted.
"We are?" Kazuichi said, earning a nod from Hisashi.
"Indeed, I had read a report submitted by the board of trustees that Class 77 had a paintball fight within the academy proper. Some shots of the aftermath have found themselves on forums depicting the greatness of our academy, and a lot of the Freshmen hope to meet you." he said.
"I didn't think we would be that famous. It was just a stupid stunt after all." Kazuichi said.
"You say that because you were on the loosing team." Hiyoko said, giggling behind her sleeve.
"Remember, you were the leader of that loosing team, don't sell yourself too short babe." Daisuke said, giving her a wink. She huffed, clenching her hand into a fist.
"So...what happened between you and Kyoko? We might be able to help." Kazuichi said, earning a frown from Hisashi. He looked back toward the Headmaster's office, a blank look on his face.
"I just made a simple request. You see, Kyoko and I are only half siblings. My father left her mother a year after Kyoko was born and had an affair with another woman, my mother. He didn't know she had been pregnant at the time and didn't find out about it until Kyoko was seven years old. At that time, we used to play together quite a bit, we got along and spent a lot of time together. We even shared a bed whenever we would sleep over each others house. Her mother was a wonderful woman, sadly she died a few months after we met. She's grown distant since then. My father became the headmaster of his academy, and barely had time for the two of us. My mother wanted to adopt Kyoko but she refused, instead going with our grandfather. I hadn't seen her since she had turned twelve, when we worked on an investigation together. I only asked to be placed in her dorm so we could rekindle our sibling relationship. She vehemently refused." he said.
"Half siblings huh...I guess I understand how you feel, if only just a bit." Daisuke said.
"I don't get what I did to Kyoko to make her think that I'm the enemy. All I want is for her to be the loving older sister I always wanted in my life. She taught me so many things when were kids, but I fear that disconnection with her emotions is causing her to drift away from her family, from her brother and from our father. There isn't anything we can do sadly." he said.
"Just give it time, I'm sure you'll find a way to rekindle your relationship...why not start out as friends first?" Hiyoko suggested, earning a smile from Hisashi.
"I will do that, thank you Hiyoko-senpai, it means a lot to me."
"No no no, none of that senpai bullshit, just Hiyoko is fine!" she snapped, earning a nod from the purple haired boy. He was about to say something when his phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket and took the call, placing it to his ear.
"Excuse me for a bit, I have to take this." he muttered, turning around. Daisuke shrugged, looking at his girlfriend.
"That was some surprisingly useful advice...where did that come from?" he asked.
"What? I can be a nice person when I want to be. Besides this is all shit I learned from you bunch of fools." she said, popping a few gummies into her mouth. Hisashi snapped his phone shut, a look of worry on his face.
"I have to go, there's this little girl I'm friends with and she just called me, she's being...oh god I can't even imagine."
"What...what's happening too her?" Daisuke asked, concern in his voice.
"I'm sorry, but I have to hurry, it was nice meeting you three...I hope we become friends in the future." he said, taking off into the hallway. The three friends shared a look of worry.
"Well...it's not like we can do something about it ourselves...let's just continue onwards to the lab...I'm sure my friend Akira will be able to help you with that finger dilemma." Kazuichi said.
"Last time I was in Akira's lab was forever ago, it's gonna be so much fun messing with her and asking her stupid questions."
"Akira...isn't that the robot girl?" Daisuke asked curiously.
"She's the Ultimate Cybernetic Technician. She creates all sorts of tech for various uses, and her field also includes prosthetics, so you'll be fine."
"Yeah...I certainly hope so." Daisuke muttered, completely unaware that he was about to enter a whole new world of weird.