A/N: Hello guys and welcome to Chapter 19 of The End of Hope's Peak Academy.
I haven't decided on whether to continue this story full time or not. But I did write this chapter just for shits and giggles...I wanted to continue the Dare chapter from last night, with each dare getting more and more fucked up as they went, but I decided to save that for later. This chapter will be a bit of a throw back to the first three chapters of the story. So I hope you like it.
I did want to do some alternate universe stories of my series involving Daisuke and some other girls, but I don't know how to go about it. I don't really have any prompts to work with. Especially with Sonia, out of all of the girls that exist in Danganronpa, Sonia and Sayaka are two of my favorites, along with Hiyoko. Since Sonia has been showing affection for Daisuke since the beginning, and she shows it quite a lot in the future arcs, I think I'm just going to make this a story where Hiyoko and Sonia are both dating Daisuke. It would make sense since all three of them are so close. It would mean Kazuichi would lose Sonia, but Takane is available for him to date. He has shown slight interest for her in the past, and I'm sure Daisuke would be his wingman.
I dunno...I just hate having writers block, it blows ass chunks...So for now I will just continue the same shenanigans Class 77 will get into. I assure you, it will still go along with the original time line, but all of the Despair bullshit won't start until Class 79 enters Hope's Peak Academy. I will also start working on Yuno x Sayaka during the End of Hope's Peak Academy, though Yuno will be known as Hisashi in this part of the story, since he doesn't become Yunosuke until after The Tragedy.
If you have some story prompts for this series or wish to see how much shit I can put Class 77 through, feel free to PM me with your idea. I must apologize to Dilonjack for not including Akira in the last chapter, I was going to, honest to god but I just didn't know how to go about it. No worries, when she delivers Daisuke's new prosthetic finger, she will make her official appearance. So be just a tiny bit patient.
Finally, I will also start working on Mikan x Makoto while I'm at it. Seeing as they are together in the School Life, I want to show just what made them get attracted to each other. So there will be some fluff...there will be plenty of Diyoko too, and if I decide to add Sonia into the mix, I guess I can call it, DaiSonia? Idk...maybe one of you can come up with something better.
Here we go, chapter 19 is coming to your faces now!
PS, it's raining like a motherfucker here in New Hampshire and I lost my satellite signal...I got stuck watching the Berenstein Bears cuz no other channel works!
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 19
Paintball
After Mikan had returned to the Game Room and told them what happened, everyone thought it wise to pack up. And by pack up, they basically just got rid of the evidence before the Headmaster could tell. When asked by the others what happened, the Ultimate Nurse remained silent, saying they were caught before anything happened. Truthfully, Hiyoko had texted her and told her to keep her mouth shut. Even though she was her honorary sister now, she couldn't risk pissing the blonde dancer off. She was asked a bit nicely by Daisuke and she had agreed, so all of their friends were in the dark about what truly happened.
The following day however were starting out like any other. Daisuke was in class, a little bored but grinning like an idiot. Hiyoko was still a bit mad that she didn't get to finish inside the office, but their alone time in her dorm was more than enough. So far she hadn't complained a single time today. It didn't take long for some girls, like Mahiru and Takane to figure out what was going on. Others just didn't care, though Teruteru was giving Daisuke some very hateful glares.
Daisuke finished writing some stuff in his story book, sifting through his emails. He had yet to receive any information from his publisher and he was getting really worried. Paranoia was going to start setting in soon enough, especially because he didn't know if his book was good or not. So far only Junko had read the rough draft of it before the final one was stolen. Thankfully he had copied the final draft and packed it up before anything could happen to it. He closed his phone, shoving it in his pocket as he glanced at the bored.
"Daisuke, hey."
He glanced to his right, seeing the firm look on Hiyoko's face. She was holding a folded note to him. He wondered what was wrong with her, but decided to just accept the paper. He would get his answer sooner or later. He unfolded the sheet, recognizing the handwriting.
"Yo, we didn't finish the game...what about the punishment?"
He glanced at Fuyuhiko, who was giving him a curious look. Daisuke grinned, writing down his reply. He passed it onto Hiyoko who handed it to Peko. The silver haired girl bit her lip as she handed it to Fuyuhiko. He quickly read it, giving him a nod. He took out another piece of paper and wrote something on it, expertly folding into a paper airplane. He waited for the teacher to turn around again, giving it a light toss. The airplane sailed across the room, landing right on Mahiru's desk. The girl glanced at Fuyuhiko who gestured for her to open it. She read the words on it, eyes widening.
"You want me to what?" she hissed, glaring at the gangster.
"Do it or face punishment." the boy replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Mahiru sighed and stood up, rather angrily, attracting the attention of everyone, including the teacher.
"Is something wrong Miss Koizumi?" she asked.
"I'm a little tea pot short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout!" she cried, doing the dance.
Daisuke started laughing when she thrusted the air rather than making the spout with her arm. She quickly sat down, putting her head down on the desk. The teacher looked at her oddly, resuming with her lesson. It wasn't long before the bell rung and the teacher packed up her things, telling them all to continue on the homework she had handed out. As soon as she was gone, Mahiru stood up, glaring at Fuyuhiko.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she shouted angrily.
"Hey, we never finished the game. Mikan just told us the headmaster was in the academy."
"That's right big sis...the game never got a proper ending. So until we reach said ending, we will continue it. It's that or...you face punishment." Hiyoko said, a grin on her face.
"What is the punishment? We never agreed on it." Kazuichi said.
"It's simple really. Take the darkest most horrifying thing you could possibly imagine, then multiply it by cancer." Daisuke said. The mechanic shivered a bit.
"Okay, I don't want to receive punishment." he said.
"While I did enjoy the game we had last night, it got a bit out of hand." Sonia added.
"We weren't expecting Mikan to suddenly grow a pair in the middle of it. Thankfully, the headmaster didn't catch us in the act..it was a shame too...he just had to show up as soon as we got there." Hiyoko said, hiding her smirk behind her sleeve.
"Yes, yes it was a shame. It didn't involve Ibuki's panties, not at all." Daisuke added, glancing out the window.
"I don't think I want know what happened in that office." Takane said. Teruteru stood up, a smirk on his face.
"I do, perhaps I can join in the fun next time." the pudgy chef said, earning a smack to the head from Akane.
"Don't be gross man, speaking of that...when do we get the food?" she asked, licking her lips.
"Akane, it's 9:30, breakfast wasn't that long ago." Daisuke said.
"Your point?" she asked. He shrugged, standing up from his seat.
"I guess we can continue this game another time. We'll figure out the terms and rules and shit later. Teru, would you like some help in the kitchen?" he asked.
"Sure Dais, I can show you some of the Spanish food I've been working on." the boy replied. As soon as Daisuke opened the door to the room however, a single black canister flew in, hitting the side of the desk. The door was firmly shut a second later. Daisuke tried to open it, but the metal door wouldn't budge.
"What the hell is that?" Mahiru cried, pointing to the canister. Nekumaru grabbed it, reading the words on the side of it.
"Sleeping Gas?"
"Oh shit." Daisuke said, reaching out for the canister. A pink mist started drifting through the room.
"What's going on?!" Takane shouted, backing away from the mist. All of her friends started falling victim to the gas, passing out instantly. Hiyoko blocked her nose with her sleeve, backing away from the mist.
"It's sleeping gas, the last time something like this happened was last year." she said.
"You've been through this before?" The white haired girl asked, eyes widening. She took a deep breath on accident, suddenly feeling sleepy.
"It'll be alright...just...stay...calm."
The Ultimate Astronomer and the Ultimate Traditional Dancer were the last two to fall asleep. The entire room had gone quiet as the thick shroud of pink mist slowly faded away. A second later, a tall brown haired teenager walked in, a gas mask on his face.
"This is just too fun...don't worry Chisa, plan A is underway." he said, speaking into his radio. Once he was sure Class 77 was asleep, he started to remove each student, a smirk hidden faintly under his mask.
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Daisuke jolted awake, groaning in pain from the stiffness on his body. He looked around, finding himself in what looked like an abandoned building. There was nothing around, except the broken remains of cubicle dividers and old work desks. He glanced at himself, eyes widening a bit. He was wearing a familiar outfit. He was wearing a black chest plate over his long sleeved shirt. He was also wearing some matching leg armor and boots. Beside him was an M4 assault rifle, with a mounted EoTech scope and various magazines filled with hot purple ammunition.
He also noticed his M1911 was beside it, a neat stack of magazines beside it. He found a couple of grenades beside the firearms, which were bright purple in color. The final thing he saw was a phone. But it wasn't his own phone, it was an old model he had never seen before. He grabbed it, pressing the power button. When it powered up, the screen fizzled out, replaced with a faint image on the screen.
"Daisuke Del Rio, welcome to site 45. You and the rest of your friends have been placed here at the request of a very powerful individual. The object of this game is to survive until the end of the night. This is a free for all death match, but alliances can be forged. The final person to make it out alive will win a fabulous prize. Currently you are on Floor 8 of the old abandoned municipal building. Your objective is to reach the lobby on the first floor. But it will not be easy, traps have been laid out and you will face great resistance from your friends. If you get shot in the chest, you will die, as well as getting shot in the head or any vytal area. If you get shot elsewhere, you will lose the ability to use your rifle for ten minutes. Good Luck Soldier."
The message fizzled out, leaving Daisuke in silence. He grit his teeth, throwing the phone across the room. A dull thud filled the area as he sat there, letting the information sink in. Only one person had the ability to do something like this. He grabbed his rifle, loading a magazine into it.
"Ozzy, I am going to tear you and Chisa a new one when I get out of here." he muttered, pulling the slide back. He grabbed all of the magazines and shoved them in his pockets, placing his handgun at his leg holster.
At the same time, the rest of Class 77 was listening to the same message. Some where in a state of shock while others were gearing up for the paint war about to happen. Hiyoko was one of them, grabbing her shotgun and hefting it over her shoulder, the pale yellow paint rounds being shoved in her pocket. She put on her face mask, a grin on her face.
"This is gonna be fun! You're cute little ass is mine Dais, you best not hide from me." she said, chuckling to herself.
About ten minutes had passed since Daisuke woke up in the abandoned building. He looked outside, seeing all of the cars far below him. It didn't seem as if the city was disturbed by anything. It was a beautiful day outside. He wondered briefly if his friends back at the academy or the faculty had even missed them. He sighed, turning around in time to avoid a paint bullet. He fell to the ground as the barrage of hot pink rounds hit the glass. He rolled over to one of the cubicle dividers, grabbing his rifle.
"Who the fuck is that? Hot Pink paint, that could be Ibuki or Kazuichi...gah, why couldn't we be put in a team?"
"Whoever you are, you are about to get destroyed! That Prize is mine!"
"Kazuichi." Daisuke thought to himself.
He peeked around the corner, seeing the young mechanic looking around the area. He was holding a sub-machine gun, a P90. A Bull-pup machine gun with 50 rounds a magazine. While normally that wouldn't be threatening if you had some cover, the gun was able to fire them all quite rapidly. Daisuke grabbed one of his paint grenades, pulling the pin. He lobbed it down the hall. Kazuichi yelped and dove into another cubicle as it exploded, smearing purple paint all over the place. Daisuke quickly stood up and started firing into the cubicle, hearing some screams from his friend.
"Stop shooting, shit!" he cried out, grabbing his own gun.
Daisuke's magazine clicked empty and he hissed, racing out of the area. He dove to the ground as Kazuichi started shooting at him over the dividers. He crawled across the ground, making it out of the office and into a stairwell. He closed the door and pulled the empty magazine from his rifle.
"Christ, I wasn't expecting this." he muttered, slamming the magazine into the receiver.
He stood and and looked down, seeing a mass of desks stacked on the stairs, effectively blocking them. He hissed and glanced up, seeing a roof access. It would be useless to go there. Across from him was another door which would lead to another office floor. He dove through the door, stacking some chairs in front of it.
As opposed to the previous office which had some cover, this one barely had any. All of the cubicle dividers had been removed, and along some desks remained. There were some large crates placed in various places around the room, along with some walls made out of ply wood. He heard a door open and quickly dove behind a crate.
"I'm telling you Mahiru, this is all Daisuke's fault." Akane said, gripping her AR 15 tightly in her hands. Her friend shook her head, holding her twin Uzis.
"I don't think so. The last time this happened we all knew about it, I don't think he knew this time. Besides why would he even bother with something this elaborate?" Mahiru questioned, looking at her friend.
"I suppose that's true. But still, I can't help but wonder if this is part of that punishment he and Hiyoko were talking about. Now that those two are together, they will turn their pranks on each other on us."
Daisuke rolled his eyes, pulling the slide of his rifle as slowly as he could. Once he had chambered the round, he glanced out from behind the crate. Nodding to himself he rapidly stood up, opening fire on the two girls. Akane cried in pain as several bullets made contact with her skin. She dove behind the overturned desk, unable to fire back. Thankfully Mahiru had found some cover before she was hit.
"Son of a bitch! Will you shoot that for me?" Akane cried, rubbing the welts on her arms. Mahiru nodded, pulling the slides of her uzis. She stood up and opened fire at the crate Daisuke was hiding behind.
"Jesus Christ!" he cried out. He dashed toward the over turned desk, changing the magazine he had just spent.
"Daisuke is that you?" Mahiru cried out, exchanging her magazines for new ones. The boy didn't reply, neither girl had seen him so it would be best to keep it that way. He slung his M4 around his shoulder, pulling out his side arm. He flicked the safety off and pulled the slide back.
"How can it be him? He isn't that smart, it's probably Kazuichi." Akane said.
Daisuke grit his teeth, dashing toward the other side of the room. Mahiru stood up aiming her guns all around the room, bright red lasers filling the area. The Ultimate Story Teller smirked, waiting until she turned around. He stood up and opened fire, nailing her in the arm. She cried in pain, ducking down behind a desk. He ran toward the other end of the room, diving through the door.
"Fuck, they got the both of us...we gotta hide until this stupid limit is done." Akane said, grabbing her rifle. The door opened, causing both girls to stand up. Kazuichi made his way in, seeing the two girls standing out in the open. He pulled the slide of his sub-machine gun, a smirk on his face.
Hiyoko smiled as she walked through the empty room. She had quickly found out she had been on floor 7 of the old municipal building. It was nothing more than cubicles and offices. She was holding her Shotgun tightly in her hands, scanning the area for a target. The Benelli M4 Super 90 had been her choice. She remembered the gun from the first time she used it. Fully automatic 12 gauge rounds, it made it the perfect close to mid range weapon. The screams of pain her friends felt were an added bonus.
"Attention remaining players. Akane Owari and Mahiru Koizumi have been removed from the game." a robotic voice cried through the PA system. Hiyoko frowned as she ducked into an empty room, doing a quick sweep.
"Aw big sis was eliminated. And here I was hoping to find her and make an allience. Wonder who had the balls to shoot Akane though?" she asked herself as she closed the door to the office. The window suddenly shattered, causing her to duck to the ground. She hadn't even heard that round.
Her eyes widened a bit as she remembered. There was one person in their class that had used a silenced gun. The Ultimate Princess, someone who was trained in tactics and military warfare. She didn't doubt the platinum blonde wouldn't take a more passive role in the fight. Softly eliminating the others while keeping the area clear. She could see it, the smirk on her face as she gunned down her friends. She had to find her, before anyone else fell victim to her. She heard a single shell casing hit the ground, near the other side of the large office.
"You think you're so smart Sonia, but I am smarter than you. All I have to do is listen to the shell casings and slowly approach you." Hiyoko thought to herself, a smirk on her face.
Her smirk changed to one of shock when she heard the sound of a sub-machine gun. She rapidly stood up, dodging all of the green bullets trailing after her. She rose her shotgun up, taking aim at the princess. She pulled the trigger, hissing in pain from the kick back. She ended up hitting the side of the divider, giving the girl enough time to duck away.
"Fuck, let me shoot you Sonia! You're pissing me off!" Hiyoko cried, firing the last few rounds left in the tube of her gun. She ducked into an empty cubicle, slowly reloading her weapon.
"I will not, I want revenge!" the Princess cried, reloading her Mach 10. she stood over the cubicle, opening fire into the room.
Hiyoko pulled the slide of her gun back and stood up, letting off a round in the Princess's direction. Paint smeared all over the edge of the dividers. The dancer got an idea, and stood up, kicking the edge of the dividers. All of them started falling down, almost like a domino effect. She dashed toward one of the posts, using it as cover.
"What the hell do you want revenge for? I haven't done anything!" she cried.
She glanced over the post, seeing only half of the dividers had fallen, but that had cleared the room enough. A paint bullet struck the side of the post and she quickly pulled her head back, holding her shotgun tightly. She reached behind her back for her M9, hoping it would do some damage.
"You took Daisuke from me! He's such a sweet caring person, he doesn't deserve you!" Sonia cried out, shooting the post. Hiyoko grit her teeth, running around the post, opening fire at the princess. She dove underneath the dividers, avoiding the barrage of 9mm rounds.
"The fuck are you talking about? Daisuke chose me because he loves me." Hiyoko cried.
"But you don't love him, you don't deserve him!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Hiyoko stopped in the middle of the room, squeezing her gun tightly. She didn't even care about the game or anything else at the moment. She just walked over to where Sonia was hiding and kicked the divider down, each one falling to the ground with a loud slam. The princess rose her gun at the dancer, who grabbed it by the barrel, pulling it away from the girl. She grabbed a hold of the vest, pulling the girl to her feet.
"Don't you dare say that shit again! I don't care what you think of me, but don't say I don't love him. Daisuke is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He's made me feel things I would have never felt alone. He cares about me, even if I'm a bitch to him. I am deeply in love with him and am willing to share my life with him. You on the other hand don't deserve shit!" she shouted angrily.
The princess fell to the ground, her shoulders shaking a bit. It was obvious that she was crying. She took her face mask off, setting it down next to her gun.
"I'm sorry. It's so hard, being in love with someone who doesn't love you back! Ever since we met I've had a crush on him, I've learned so much, spent so much time with him. But you...you just..."
"Hey listen, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to apologize for how you feel. I understand what you mean, it could have easily been you. I could have been in your spot right now. Daisuke is...special...he was able to make so many bonds with us. He and Chiaki make our class what it is now." Hiyoko said, kneeling down next to the princess.
"He got Kazuichi to open up a bit more, made Peko speak a lot more in class and made her laugh. Gave Teruteru hundreds of new recipes to try out, gave new instruments to Ibuki...there are so many things he's done for us. But we haven't done shit for him."
"He helped me when I was home sick, he almost died for someone...do you see why I'm so in love with him?" Sonia asked softly, earning a nod from the dancer.
"I can see it...listen, I'm glad you told me this...I guess I can understand you better now. But you have to move on, this love you have for him is poisonous. It could turn into jealousy, and with your fascination with Serial Killers, I really wouldn't want you to become jealous." she said, earning a giggle from the princess.
"That's true...I wouldn't want to become the things that I like. I'll...try to move on...but..could at least have a kiss?" she asked, a hopeful look on her face.
"Okay look, you're beautiful and all but I don't swing that way. Unless I'm dared, I am not kissing another woman." the dancer said, standing up. Sonia groaned, standing up as well.
"From Daisuke, not you!" she exclaimed. Hiyoko gave her a sheepish grin.
"Oh...I guess that's fine. If he's okay with it, I'll let you be with him, for one day. You can do whatever you want, including sex...besides I have his first so I don't mind." she said.
"So, you actually did it?" Sonia asked, eyes widening a bit. The traditional dancer smirked, looking away from her.
"A girl doesn't kiss and tell...but yeah we totally did it. It was sooo fucking good, and he was such a professional too. It was too bad we didn't finish." she said.
"But you guys didn't show up in the Game room and Mikan had to sleep in my room because she was locked out. Oh my god, you did it all night didn't you?" Sonia asked, earning a nod from Hiyoko.
"My legs still kinda hurt."
"You have to tell me everything! Come on, we can form an alliance and beat everyone else!" she said happily.
"I suppose...Mahiru did get taken out so I'll need a new partner."
"Nekumaru Nidai has been eliminated. Next time you take a shit, close the stall door." the mysterious voice said over the system. The two girls broke into giggles.
"Come on, we need to get to the lobby. We can share the prize when we get it." the princess said, earning a nod from her friend.
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It had been rather quiet, not a single soul in sight. This is exactly what made Peko Pekoyama feel alive. The constant fear of being found, the excitement of hiding and avoiding fire. Sneaking up against her enemies and bringing them down with her sword. It was what she had trained for. And though she had never killed a person, she knew she wouldn't hesitate if it came down to the lives of her master or her friends. She would fight for any of them, even if it meant losing her life. She suddenly stopped, hearing movement behind her. A single shot filled the room and she rapidly rose her bokken, deflecting it with ease. Purple paint splattered all around her. She knew of only one person who had that paint.
"Daisuke, I wasn't expecting to find you here." she said calmly.
She didn't even bother wearing her face mask, knowing she wouldn't need it. The boy smirked, taking his own mask off. He dropped his rifle, letting it clatter behind him. The room they were in was on the Sixth Floor, which was entirely empty. No cover whatsoever. It was a mad dash toward the stairwell on the other side of the room.
"Walking around with no cover, no mask...you must really believe in your skills Peko. Last time we were friends, but this battlefield marks us as enemies. However I won't be letting you defeat me here." he said.
The silver haired girl smirked, reaching behind her back. She had found a spare bokken among the supplies left behind. It was almost screaming at her to take it, as she would be needing it. She knew it was going to come in handy. She tossed the bokken toward her fellow classmate, who caught it with ease. He flipped it around, using the same hand motions she had taught him, getting into his stance.
"It seems you'll be getting your duel earlier than expected. I won't go easy on you just because your my student." she said.
"I wasn't expecting you too master." he said, giving her a smirk. The two of them remained silent for only a few seconds, dashing at each other with great speed.
Daisuke tried going for a body shot, but Peko had easily deflected it. He jumped back, dodging all of her speedy slashes. He clashed with her again, swinging his bokken as hard as he could. Loud claps of wood filled the area as the two swung at each other. Daisuke flipped back, aiming his foot at her chin, only for her to dodge it entirely. She jabbed her sword at him, aiming for his chest, only for him to block each hit.
The doors to the room suddenly opened, causing the two of them to stop. Two people walked in, holding rifles in hand. One of them was Ibuki, the other being Chiaki. It seemed the two of them had formed a pact. They locked eyes with the two sword wielding teenagers and rose their rifles up. Daisuke gave Peko a nod, both of them standing back to back.
"Ibuki isn't going easy on you Daisuzu! We're not on teams this time around!" She cried, pulling the trigger of her rifle.
Chiaki slipped through her gunfire, her Honey Badger slinging round after round. The two sword wielding teens moved forward, blocking each paint round with ease. Daisuke slid across the tile floor, slashing at Ibuki's legs, she cried in pain, slamming to the ground only to roll away from Peko's downward stab. Daisuke took a hold of her arm, pulling her away as Chiaki opened fire.
The two of them split up, racing toward the large posts on the other side of the room. Daisuke hissed as he glanced at his forgotten rifle. He shook his head, knowing he had everything he needed. He grabbed his pistol, flicking the safety off. Chiaki's gun locked up and she quickly ducked behind a post, dropping her empty magazine. Daisuke ran forward, opening fire on the Ultimate Gamer. Ibuki stood up, aiming for Daisuke, only for Peko to block all of the bullets aimed at the boy.
"Stand down Ibuki...and this won't hurt as much as it needs to." the silver haired girl said, having blocked all of the bullets. Hot pink and dark green paint flew in all directions.
"No need to take this so seriously, it's just a game!" Ibuki said.
Peko didn't say anything, rather she walked forward, jabbing the Ultimate Musician in the chest, causing her blood bag to burst. She fell to the ground, groaning a bit in pain. Peko rapidly turned around, pulling her side arm out as Chiaki opened fire on her.
"Sorry Chiaki, but this fight isn't yours." Daisuke said, jabbing the ultimate gamer in the back. She groaned in pain, falling to the ground, her Honey Badger slipping from her grasp. He spun his sword above his head bringing it down on her chest plate, taking her out of the game.
"Ibuki Mioda and Chiaki Nanami have been eliminated!" the announcer cried.
Daisuke dropped the empty magazine to the floor, loading a new one into his gun. He looked up, staring at Peko who was loading her own gun. The two of them just shared a firm look, slowly walking toward each other. With each step they pulled the trigger, firing round after round at each other. Their guns finally clicked empty and the burst forward, clashing in the center of the field.
Daisuke spun on his heel, aiming a slash to Peko's neck. However the girl was faster, having dodged the swing. She swung at his legs, making him jump over her. He brought the sword down on her which she successfully parried. They backed away from each other, panting a bit. With a shout, Daisuke jabbed his sword forward. Peko grabbed it with ease, jabbing him with her own. The Ultimate Story Teller mimicked her action, grabbing her own sword.
"Isn't this interesting?" he asked, giving her a grin. She remained silent, pulling his blade out of his hand. He did the same with her, both of them gaining some distance from each other.
"I'll admit, you're training has taken you quite far Daisuke. I am proud to have taught you this much. But you are not a master of the sword yet, that title will only belong to me." Peko replied, flipping her sword around, catching it by the handle. Daisuke did the same, holding it in a traditional Kendo stance.
Peko moved her foot slightly, causing Daisuke to spring forward. He aimed his sword at her shoulder, and she easily blocked it. The blades hissed as they made contact, and if they were real katanas she was sure sparks would have filled the air. Daisuke threw a punch at her face which she blocked with her blade, elbowing him in the side. The Story Teller smirked, taking a hold of her hand, he pulled her forward aiming his blade at her chest. She was somehow able to dodge it, pulling his arm hard.
The two were almost dancing as they tried jabbing at each other. Ibuki and Chiaki were so entranced by it all they hadn't even been paying attention to anything else. Neither had noticed Fuyuhiko making his way into the room, also impressed with the battle that was going on. He leaned back against the wall, to entertained to do anything.
Daisuke finally let go of Peko's hand, aiming the tip of his sword at her neck. She once again blocked it, pushing him back with all her strength. The two of them panted a bit. It almost reminded them of their training, when ever she taught him how to defend himself, she would be practical about it. He still remembered all of the bruises he had gotten from her strikes. But now that he actually had a handle on everything, he could easily keep up with her. He dashed at her again, dragging the tip of his sword across the ground, swinging it upward.
She was able to block it with ease. Her eyes widened when he spun around, slamming his leg into her side. She grit her teeth in pain, having lost a hold of her sword. Daisuke quickly grabbed it, dashing at her as fast as he possibly could. Peko however wasn't out of the fight yet. She had spotted the black haired teenager's discarded rifle, and quickly ran for it, grabbing it from the ground. She pulled the slide back, hoping to take him down. He however had other plans.
He slammed his bokken onto the barrel of her gun, swinging his second one at her chest. The tip barely scratched her armor. She let go of the gun as he spun on his heel, delivering another slash to her armor. He let out a cry as he kept swinging his swords, doing more and more damage to her armor, each echoing clang carrying more pain than the last. He pulled his sword back, the tip glowing a vibrant purple as he jabbed it forward. Peko's blood bag exploded on contact, sending crimson paint in all directions. She fell to the ground, panting hard, clutching her chest in pain.
He fell to his knees, letting the swords fall out of his hands. He was dead tired, but was happy to have been the winner of the duel. He heard several claps, along with the cheers of Ibuki which echoed across the room. Daisuke fell down, groaning a bit.
"Nice job you two, you entertained me. But now I get to finish this match." Fuyuhiko said, grabbing a hold of his side arm.
He walked over to Daisuke, who was crawling away from him. The gangster took aim at him, a single round being fired. Only it didn't hit Daisuke, not the round hit the blond boy right in the chest. It was followed by three loud booms of a shotgun. Daisuke looked up, seeing Hiyoko and Sonia on the other side of the room.
"If anyone is going to take Daisuke out, it's me!" the blonde girl cried out.
"Fuck! Did you have to shoot me three times you bitch?" the boy cried out, flailing around the floor in pain. Daisuke quickly stood up, grabbing a hold of his rifle. He opened fire on Hiyoko, quickly moving toward cover. He dropped the empty magazine, swapping it from a new one.
"Fucking bullocks! Can't I get a break?" he cried out. He grabbed a smoke grenade from his waist and threw it into the room, waiting for it to start filling the room with smoke. He moved toward the other door, racing down the stairwell.
"Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, Ryouta Mitarai and Tanaka the Forbidden One, have been eliminated."
"Hehe, sorry bro...but you shouldn't have been out in the open." Kazuichi said, walking past Ryouta who had been littered with hot pink paint.
"It's fine, it was my fault." the boy said, pulling out his tablet. He immediately started working on an anime.
"Wait a minute...who the hell took out Tanaka? That guy is silent as all hell." Kazuichi cried out. He was suddenly struck in the shoulder by a silent bullet. He howled in pain, his weapons locking up. He dove into the nearby stairwell, running down the stairs. He glanced at his shirt, eyes widening.
"Royal Purple paint...Mikan." he muttered.
The Ultimate Nurse cried in shock as she tripped over her own feet. She let go of her Sniper Rifle, rubbing her forehead. She looked around the room, seeing the fallen Ryouta doodling on his tablet. She quickly stood up, walking past him.
"I'm sorry Ryouta." she said.
"What for? You didn't eliminate me." he said, glancing at her.
"I know...but I'm sure you wanted to win." she said.
"It matters little to me if I win or not. I just want to finish my anime...wait did you take out Tanaka?" he asked.
"He was talking to his hamsters so it made it easy to find him." she said simply. She ducked into the stairwell, heading down to the fourth floor.
It had been several hours since the game had started and so far only five players remained. Hiyoko and Sonia had been working together so it made the game easier for them. Daisuke was on his own, glad to have been able to rest after his bout with Peko. Takane was still hiding somewhere, and no one had heard from Teruteru. The only person that was still on the move was Kazuichi. The pink haired boy had been scanning the third floor. It seemed to be a maintenance area, since it was filled with boilers, pipes and various other things. It had been the perfect place to hide.
That was what scared him. In the last two hours, no one had said or done anything. He didn't know where the eliminated players went after the game ended for them, but he hadn't seen them around. He was hiding behind a large water tank, which was white in color, though the paint had peeled away. He held his P90 tightly in his hands. He had used the gun so much he was running out of ammo. He only had three full magazines left. Thankfully he had found a spare rifle and had it as a back up, along with his Revolver.
"This shit is insane...Mikan has actually shown a bit of backbone in the last day. Was that dare game really what she needed to grow a pair?" he thought to himself.
For as long as he had known Mikan, she had never shown any emotions, other than shyness, fear and klutziness. But ever since she had met Daisuke and he had stood up for her, she had changed into a better person. He honestly found that cute. However the girl had started showing interest in one of their underclassmen, the Ultimate Lucky Student Makoto Naegi. He didn't know why it was, but he knew the brown haired boy was kind to her, just like Daisuke.
Several loud pings filled his ear and he quickly ducked down. Glancing at the royal purple paint, he knew Mikan had finally found him. He started shimmying away, quickly finding a new place to hide.
"You can't hide from me Kazuichi...I'm sorry if I sound too mean!" the girl cried out.
He chuckled under his breath as he peeked under the oil tank he was hiding behind. He saw the girl's white nurse shoes not far from where he was. He smiled to himself and rose over the tank, opening fire at the nurse. She let out a yelp, ducking under some pipes. She grabbed a hold of her Sig Sauer P226, pulling the slide back.
She opened fire at the mechanic, not really aiming at him. Kazuichi started crawling on the ground, tossing aside his now useless P90. He grabbed the rifle from around his back and pulled the slide back, making his way around the room. Mikan finally stopped firing, falling to a sitting position. She reached into her vest pulling out another magazine, replacing it with her spent one. Kazuichi finally popped up next to her, aiming his rifle at her. She screamed, letting of her gun.
"Please don't shoot me, it hurts!" the girl cried out.
"Sorry Mikan, but you shot me." he said, taking aim at her.
A loud hiss filled the air as a hard canister struck Kazuichi in the chest. It exploded, bathing him in paint. A loud pop filled the air as another canister sailed across the room, striking him again. His blood bag exploded, the white and crimson paint intermingling together. The boy looked up, glancing at Takane who was holding a GLM Grenade Launcher. She smirked, taking aim at Mikan.
"Sorry, but I'm not swimming in paint tonight." she said, pulling the trigger. Mikan scream in pain as the grenade exploded against her chest, causing her blood bag to explode around her.
"Kazuichi Souda and Mikan Tsumiki have been eliminated. Five People Remain." the PA announcer cried out.
Kazuichi spat some paint out, glancing up at the Astronomer who was loading more canisters into her grenade launcher. She closed the drum, pressing the switch on the side.
"Well, this has been fun but I have to go."
"We're you the one who nailed Nekumaru while he was taking a deuce?" Kazuichi asked, wiping his face. The girl giggled, giving him a nod.
"He should have closed the stall door." she said, giving him a wink. She disappeared, walking down toward the second floor.
"Are you okay Kazuichi? Does your chest hurt at all?" Mikan asked, looking her friend over. He shook his head, wiping some paint away from his body.
"I'm fine...what about you?" he asked.
"My chest hurts a bit from the grenade, but I'm fine overall. This is kinda fun!" she said, a genuine smile on her face. He nodded, chuckling a bit.
"Yeah, it was pretty fun."
Daisuke was walking around the second floor of the Municipal building, shivering a bit as he went. The sun had started to set and all of the windows on the second floor were broken. The cold air was drifting inside, making him shake a bit. He pressed himself against the wall, keeping an eye on the corner. He had yet to see anyone, but having heard the announcement, it wasn't hard to figure out who was left and who wasn't. He heard footsteps, along with the sound of humming, coming from the opposite wall.
"All these fine ladies and I'm all by my lonesome. If only Miss Sonia would taste my loins." Teruteru said, holding his gun tightly in his hand. Daisuke cringed, raising his rifle. As soon as the boy turned the corner, he opened fire, riddling him with paint bullets. The Ultimate Chef cried in pain, falling to the ground in defeat.
"Teruteru Hanamura has been eliminated, four players remaining."
"Ah god dang it, whatchu talkin bout fool? I ain't dead!" the boy cried out. Daisuke chuckled, moving away from the defeated chef. He started moving across the room, just as Hiyoko and Sonia had made it into the second floor.
"We meet again!" Sonia cried, holding her machine gun up.
Hiyoko did the same, as did Daisuke. They all stood there, aiming at each other, until Daisuke started laughing. It wasn't long before Hiyoko broke into her laughter, with Sonia joining in. All of them lowered their guns, just focusing on their mirth. That only lasted for a few seconds as they were all aiming at each other again.
"Alright then, here's how its gonna work. You girls are going to lower your guns, and you'll let me walk away. If either of you move, I will shoot you." Daisuke said firmly.
"Nice try sweetheart, but I am not going to lose to you!" Hiyoko cried, flicking the safety off her shotgun.
"Same goes for me. I am sorry Daisuke, you are my best friend but I will not falter." Sonia replied. A loud pop filled the air as a white canister struck Sonia in the chest, exploding on contact. The princess cried in pain as she fell to the ground, red paint oozing from her vest. Daisuke turned around, opening fire on Takane who quickly ducked to the side.
"Fuck, you have to be shitting me!" he cried, ducking behind a post.
He replaced his magazine, taking aim at the astronomer. Hiyoko was moving forward, boom after ear splitting boom filling the room. He was sure the people outside were questioning where the gunshots were coming from, especially with the open windows. Three more pops filled the room, followed by the sound of paint splattering in all directions.
"Takane! I'm gonna kick your ass!" Hiyoko cried, loading more shells into her shotgun.
Daisuke raced out from behind cover, aiming his gun at the white haired girl. She dodged the hellfire, backing away from all of the purple bullets aimed at her. She pulled a Glock 17 from behind her back, shooting at Daisuke. He hissed in pain as he took a shot to the arm. Takane smirked, walking toward the Story Teller. She aimed her gun at his head, licking her lips.
"Vaya con Dios." (Go With God) she said, finger on the trigger.
"No, you go with god!" Hiyoko shouted, firing her shotgun right at the girl's chest. She cried in pain, falling to the ground. The blonde dancer shot her six more times for good measure, pale yellow paint fell everywhere.
"Heh heh, take that!" she cried happily.
"Princess Sonia Nevermind and Takane Nishijima have been eliminated. Two remaining!"
"This sucks, looks like you win babe." Daisuke said, standing up. Hiyoko smiled, dropping her shotgun.
"I don't wanna win...it doesn't feel right if I shoot you in the back while you can't shoot back." she said.
"Really? I did that too you the first time around." he said.
"Good point." she said, pulling her revolver from behind her back. Before he could react, he took a bullet to the head, dropping to the ground.
"You fucking bitch." he cried, rubbing his forehead. The boy hadn't been wearing his mask either, so now he had a huge welt on his forehead.
"Daisuke Del Rio has been eliminated, the winner is Hiyoko Saionji!"
"Congratulations honey." Daisuke said, rubbing the paint off his forehead. She giggled, kissing his lips.
"Thanks, I'll share the prize with you, whatever it is." she said.
She grabbed the shotgun from the ground, moving toward the stairwell. She walked down to the first floor, which was just another empty room. Finally making it down to the lobby, she appeared before Ozzy, who was monitoring the whole thing.
"Congrats Hiyoko, you did a great job. I'm mighty impressed with your class." he said, giving her a grin.
"What did I win?" she asked, a stern look on her face.
"Ah yes, you won a free trip to the beach for you and your friends. It was a gift from Chisa, but she wanted you all to earn it as a class. So she hired me for the job. She says hi by the way." the man said. Hiyoko nodded, biting her lower lip.
"Cool, now we have something to do this summer. How long is it?"
"A week, in your own private cabin. It's owned by one of her friends from her class. The tickets however give you access to the Seaside Park, so you can go on the rides and stuff. You'll get the tickets a week before the trip." he said.
"Nice...say if the game ends do the guns stop working?" she asked.
"No, the guns only stop when someone gets hit with paint." he replied, glancing at his phone. The Ultimate Traditional Dancer grinned, raising her shotgun up. She opened fire on the boy, who was completely unprotected from the pain. He screamed in pain with every round he took. Nothing had made Hiyoko happier.
The next day, everyone in Class 77 was sitting in their classroom, holding ice packs to various body parts. Akane was groaning a bit as she had taken quite a few hits. Takane was wearing some sort of ice vest, keeping ice on her breasts which were hurting a bit from Hiyoko's shotgun blasts. Daisuke was still trying to rub the yellow paint from his forehead, a huge purple bruise was on the center of it, almost looking like a third eye.
"Hey guys, there's no classes today, we were wondering if...what the hell happenend to you?" Makoto Naegi asked, as he entered the room. Sayaka and Leon walked into the room, who just glanced at their upperclassmen in shock.
"We had a fucking paintball fight yesterday and we're all suffering in pain." Kazuichi replied, rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm sorry...I have Ibuprofin for everyone though." Mikan said, passing out some packs of Motrin to her classmates.
"We were wondering if you wanted to hang out, but you clearly can't right now." Leon said.
"Yeah, maybe later man...when all the swelling and bruising goes down." Daisuke said.
"Yikes, what happened to your eye Dais?" Sayaka asked.
"Captain Von Idiot was helping Ozzy with the guns and ended up dropping a shotgun onto his eye. He's going to have that for weeks." Hiyoko said, giggling to herself. Daisuke wrapped his arms around her, giving her breasts a hard squeeze, causing her to yelp in pain.
"Don't make fun of me you bitch!" he cried out. She turned around holding her fist up.
"You want me to give your other eye a matching bruise?" she cried.
"Try me, you'll never be able to hit me!" he cried. She shouted, jumping over the desk, tackling him to the ground. The two started fighting each other, not caring about anyone else.
"Are those two...punching each other? Full contact?" Leon asked.
"Oh yeah, they do that a lot...don't worry about them...again sorry we can't join you. Maybe we can all go somewhere tomorrow." Sonia said.
"Sure, feel better guys." Makoto said, waving at his friends.
Daisuke pulled Hiyoko off himself, reaching into her kimono for her cellphone. He flicked it open, dialing a number.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"You'll see...Ozzy, my man...you wanna do me a solid?" he asked.
"That depends bro, what is it?"
"You mind putting Class 78B through hell? I think they deserve some bonding time." he said.
"Sure I can, same terms as yours?"
"Eh...take them to the Old Abandoned Old Abandoned Amusement Park. Oh and give Sayaka full body armor, she has a concert in a few days so I don't want her to get hurt. Don't give Yasuhiro any...and give him a flare gun."
"You got it boss, see ya later!" the teen said, hanging up the call. He grinned, hanging Hiyoko her phone back.
"You are such an asshole." Fuyuhiko said.
"What? If we get to suffer in pain, then it shouldn't be alone. They'll be fine...how about we all just watch a movie?" he suggested.
"Jeepers Creepers?" Sonia asked, clapping her hands. They all groaned.
"I'll get the DvD." Kazuichi said, racing out of the room.
"Well, this isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my Thursday, but it's better than being bored." Daisuke said, leaning up against the wall, his arm around Hiyoko's waist.
"Same here, but at least something came out of this. Free trip to the beach this summer...it'll be fun." she said.
"Mhmm...can't wait to see all of the girls in swim suits." Teruteru said.
"Maybe Miss Sonia will allow me to put some sunscreen on her back?" Kazuichi said. The girl sighed, crossing her arms.
"Sorry, my skin is too pale. I'll have to wear a Scuba Diving suit if I want to go swimming." she said. Daisuke chuckled, mostly because she was saying that to avoid that scenario.
"Ibuki will bring the music! It'll be awesomesauce!" She cried out, strumming the strings on her guitar.
Daisuke smiled, resting his head on Hiyoko's shoulder. His class certainly did now how to adapt to a situation. He could only wait for the summer to start, and wait for all of the crazy shenanigans they were going to get into.