A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to The newest installment of The End of Hope's Peak Academy! This will be the first chapter to the new arc, which I will be calling, The Tournament Arc. Yes, this arc will be mostly about the classes participating in events against each other, all to raise money for charity and to send the 75th Class on their super awesome final school trip! There will be interesting events and class matchups, I will also be including some oc characters during these tournaments. It can be literally anything. Which class will reign supreme, and which will be known as the losers of Hope's Peak Academy? Guess we all gotta find out.
So, this chapter will be mostly about the Student Council and the plans for both the events, Spirit Week and Class 75's graduation. After that, the beach arc will happen. It won't be long until we begin the new school year and start the beginning of the end for Hope's Peak Academy. Funny who this story is called The End of Hope's Peak Academy, and I haven't written a single thing about despair yet. It will make the ending that much better. Since the School Life of Mutual Killing already happened, this story will detail the events that happen before that begins, so it will cover some events during the tragedy. Leading up to Daisuke's ultimate fate and how he landed in the hands of the Future Foundation.
So, for now I hope you all enjoy the funny stuff before it starts becoming serious. The next chapter will feature more about Tami-Lynn and what happened to her after that fucker Ryusuke left her. It will also explain more about Ryuji's life, stuff that Daisuke didn't know about. So look forward to it.
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 26
Meeting
Soft scribbling could be heard in the other wise quiet room. Every once and awhile, soft mutters would accompany those scribbles. The room was in a state of disarray, the bed wasn't made, and there was trash bags and empty food containers all over the place. The only area that seemed to be free of trash was the desk near the other side of the room. On top of it were two computer monitors, both displaying different images, which were blending together to create an animation. There were two keyboards as well as a graphics tablet. Next to it were a set of colored styluses, which would draw in whatever color one selected.
The person sitting at the desk stopped briefly, setting their stylus down. He sighed, reviewing all of the scenes he had just finished. He had been working on this anime for a long time, working seamlessly to make sure it was perfect. Day and night, even to the point of not eating. Soft strands of light brown hair fell over his eyes. He blinked a few times, almost falling asleep.
A sharp knock startled him into consciousness, a few minutes later. He quickly stood up, walking toward the door. He peeked through the peep hole, hastily opening the door.
Standing before him was Ryouta Mitarai of Class 77B. The boy wordlessly stepped aside, letting the teenager in.
"You haven't changed at all have you?" Ryouta asked, earning a nod from the boy.
"I've been busy working on my anime." the other boy replied, voice soft and reserved.
He was a lanky teenager, with pale skin from having barely any contact with the outside. He had deep dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He was wearing a brown blazer, over a white shirt, with a matching maroon tie. He was wearing a pair of matching brown slacks and white socks. This young man was the Ultimate Animator, Ryouta Mitarai, the real Ryouta. He took a seat at the computer, turning back to his animation.
"Ryouta...you haven't eaten anything in days...I've brought you more food." the Impostor said.
"Yes yes, a few more frames and I'll eat." he replied.
"Now."
Ryouta sighed, setting his stylus down. It would be better for him to follow his friend's advice rather than not to. He grabbed some of the instant ramen cups his friend had brought and walked to the kitchenette, putting a pot of water to boil. He had also grabbed a power bar to stave his hunger until the ramen was done.
"Honestly, you can't keep doing this to yourself. I understand that anime makes you who you are. But you are severely malnourished. We don't need you collapsing again." the Impostor said.
"I know, I'll start eating healthier foods...but I can't lose sight of my goal. I'm almost done the newest episode, after that I only have thirty four more to animate." he said happily.
"Have you decided on who's going to voice your characters yet? Or a plot in general? You'll need a script you know." the pudgy teen said, grabbing a drumstick from his bowl of fried chicken. Ryouta frowned, shaking his head.
"I haven't yet, but I can worry about that later." he said.
"The script is the most important part of the anime...without having lines you can't really do anything. You know you have to write the script before animating it right?" the boy said, taking a bite from his chicken.
"You're right...that means I most likely have to start over...but I'm not that good at writing. Animation is in my blood, but I can't script at all." the boy replied.
"Well...perhaps if you met your classmates, you would find someone who does."
Ryouta remained silent, turning back toward the stove. The thought of leaving his room, and interacting with people frightened him. He had been locked in his dorm practically since he had showed up at the academy. He was living in an old dorm, one that wasn't used anymore. While his classmates all stayed within the academy, he himself was away from everything and everyone. Just like he liked it, completely isolated. Only the Impostor knew where he lived, and that was because he was masquerading as him to avoid suspicions.
"I don't think so...I'm to busy working on my anime to leave." he replied, pouring the hot water into the ramen cups. The Impostor frowned, shaking his head.
"Listen, I'm not trying to take you away from your craft. I'm just trying to get you out of this dorm. You spend all day and night here, barely taking breaks and resting. You need fresh air, sunlight...and interaction with someone who isn't plastered on your wall." he said, gesturing to the anime posters all over the room.
"I suppose you are right...but I have much to do. If I make some time, I'll consider going for a short walk." he said, sitting down at his computer.
"That's...good I guess." the portly boy replied, grabbing another piece of chicken. He took a bite from it, loosing himself in thought.
"Hmm...would you be willing to meet someone that would help you with your script?"
"I dunno...I still have hundreds of frames to finish. Besides do you trust them?"
"He already knows about us...I still don't know how he found out really." The Impostor said.
Ryouta looked at the Graphics pad on his desk, remembering the odd Christmas gift he had been given, along with the picture that was on the wall above the computer. The classmates he never met. He took a deep breath, turning to his friend.
"Alright, I'll do it...bring Daisuke to my dorm when you can...perhaps he can help me write a script for this anime of mine." he said.
"Good, I'll let him know when I can. I have to go, lunch break is almost over and if I don't make it back to campus, my friends will worry. Remember to eat and sleep regularly. I don't want to find a corpse then next time I show up." he said.
"I will, thanks...for everything."
"I should be thanking you...you've given me an identity, someone I can be without being a blank slate. As long as I'm in someone's memory, I'll be happy." he said, picking up all of the trash he could. He left the room, making his way toward the nearest dumpster.
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It had been three weeks since the Valentine's Day ball. It was already early March, and the school was preparing for all of the upcoming events. The final tests had been given out the week before, so there were only a few classes for the rest of the semester. The students could sit and relax, enjoy the events before heading off for summer vacation. The scores were actually going to be posted on the first floor the following week. Daisuke had been among the students curious to see how badly he did, since he barely studied. Kazuichi didn't study at all, and he had been suffering all during the testing period.
Daisuke leaned back in his seat, texting his sister who was currently studying for her own exams. Hope's Peak Academy had their tests early, so she still had three more weeks before the dreaded testing week. She was currently in study hall, and instead of studying, she was texting him. He chuckled a bit, finishing the message he had been typing before sending it.
A loud sneeze filled the room, and he looked to the back, seeing the Ultimate Gamer with her head down on the desk. She blew her nose into a tissue, shoving it into her pocket. The room was almost empty, with only Ibuki, Kazuichi, Takane, Peko and Sonia having remained. He put his phone in his jacket pocket, glancing at his friend.
"You okay Chiaki? You've been sneezing all day." he said. The girl groaned, picking her head up.
She looked horrible. Her face was drenched in sweat, her hair being stuck to her forehead. Her eyes were all teary and her nose was almost crimson. She was about to say something when another sneeze interrupted her. She reached for the tissue box, blowing her nose rather hard.
"Honestly, I'm not feeling so hot." she replied, sounding a bit stuffed up. Daisuke stood up, walking over to the girl. He placed his hand on her forehead.
"Oh my god, you're burning up. Why did you show up to class if your sick?" he cried out.
"I...didn't want to miss class." she admitted.
He shook his head closing his eyes. Out of everyone he knew, Chiaki looked forward to class the most. She loved spending time with her friends and making memories. Seeing her this destroyed just because she wanted to be in class really made him sad. She started coughing loudly, groaning in pain after the small fit. He grabbed her backpack, slinging it over his shoulder.
"Come on, I'm taking you back to your dorm. You are not staying in class." he said. She was about to say something, but only started coughing again.
"Poor thing, I'll go get Mikan so she can check her over." Sonia said, heading out of the room. Daisuke picked Chiaki up, carrying her out of the room.
"You...don't have to...carry me." she replied tiredly.
"You look ready to drop...just let me carry you okay? I've dealt with Hiyoko when she's sick so I know what to do. I'll tell Teru to make you some soup." he said.
"Alright...there's something else...there's a council meeting today. Representatives have to be there." she said.
"Don't worry about it, I'll go in your stead. Is there anything I should know?" he asked.
"Not really, this is the first meeting to discuss the end of the year events, as well as the 75th Class's graduation." she said. He gave her a nod.
"I'll take care of it, you just rest." he said. The girl closed her eyes, falling to sleep rather quickly. Daisuke was honestly impressed with how she was able to sleep so easily.
After getting Chiaki back in her dorm, he dropped by the cafeteria, letting Teruteru know about her state. He immediate grabbed a big pot and started making his famous chicken noodle soup. He promised she would be on her feet in no time. With a small thanks, the Ultimate Story Teller left, heading toward his classroom.
Class hadn't felt the same without Chiaki, but it was better for the girl to get her rest. Mikan had volunteered to take care of her while she was resting. She didn't want the girl to get even sicker from playing video games. Soon enough, classes ended for the day, and Daisuke stood up, already knowing where he had to go. Before he headed out of the room, he was stopped by Ryouta, who waited for everyone to leave the room.
"I need you to come with me. It's rather important." he said firmly. His voice was deep, unlike Ryouta's unsure one. Daisuke already knew he wasn't talking to the Ultimate Animator anymore, but rather the Ultimate Impostor, the man without a name.
"I would love to go with you man, but I have to head to the Council room for a meeting. All Class Reps have to show up and since Chiaki is sick, I have to fill in for her. Vice Representative remember?" he asked.
"Yes I remember. I suppose I can wait until after the meeting." he said. He looked outside of the classroom, making sure the hall was empty.
"Something wrong?" Daisuke asked.
"Ryouta Mitarai wants to meet you...you already know I am not him. I have yet to know how you found that out." he said. Daisuke chuckled, looking away from him.
"I borrowed Kiriko's Student ID awhile back. The Student Council members get special Student Council ID's, giving them access to the school records. When I was sifting through the information to get your addresses for Christmas, I found his real profile." he admitted.
"I figured it was something like that. I was wondering how you got our presents to our houses." The Impostor replied.
"Well, I'll meet you after the meeting alright? I don't know how long it will be so I'll message you."
"That will do. I'll be waiting in the fountain plaza...since it's getting hot out, the hotdog vendors are setting up shop." he said, already imagining himself eating a bunch of hotdogs. Daisuke chuckled, bidding his friend farewell.
He headed toward the stairs, slowly making his way up to the third floor. He was honestly a little annoyed with the academy's designers. The old school building was set up so that you had to walk through every floor in order to reach the next one. He had to walk in a sort of horse shoe to reach the stairs to the fourth floor. Then he would have to cut across that floor, past the music room and the headmaster's office in order to make it to the fifth floor. Why they didn't make an elevator or a single stairwell connecting each floor was beyond him.
He finally made it to the top of the stairs, reaching the fifth and final floor of Hope's Peak Academy. He was still really annoyed that there wasn't an elevator in the school. He had petitioned to the Headmaster to have one installed, but he had denied his claim. Apparently the school needed the Reserve Course funds for some other stuff. Daisuke found it a bit shady, but he didn't care what the school did. As long as it didn't throw the world into total global catastrophe, he didn't care.
The Fifth Floor of Hope's Peak Academy was big, but only had a few things in it. It had a beautiful dojo, with blooming sakura trees. This was the spot where Peko spent most of her time, honing her skill with the blade. It was also the place where the Ultimate Archer would practice, except the academy didn't have one of those yet.
There was also a large Botanical Garden, where most students spent their free time. He was still frightened of the large man eating plant in the middle of the garden. The Biology Lab was also located at the far end of the fifth floor. There were only three classrooms up here, but two were used actively. The third one was his destination.
He yawned again as he walked, tightening his grasp on his bag. He was honestly hoping Chiaki would make a full recovery soon...he didn't feel like going to more meetings. This one would be his first one, but the way his friend made them sound made him really hate them. She had spoken about them before many times in class and she always sounded bored. He dug his hand in his pocket, pulling out his glow in the dark Fidget Spinner.
He didn't know why, but he had bought fifteen of them in the last week. They had hit the world rather hard during the last few weeks. Almost everyone he knew had one, so he had bought one too. When he saw the rainbow editions, he bought every color he had. The number in his collection totaled over fifty. He had them all neatly placed on his movie shelf. Sonia herself only had a hot pink one, but even she felt envious of his collection.
He finally arrived at Classroom 5-C, which had a plaque underneath it reading, Student Council Meeting Room. He wasted no time in entering the room.
As soon as he walked in, the ones inside looked right at him. He only recognized a few faces. Some people he had spoken to, others he had passed by in the halls. There were a few he didn't recognize. The tall muscular man near the corner of the room glared at him. He just gave him a tired look, not really giving a shit about his threatening stare.
A cute blonde girl walked up to him, giving him a smile. She had long blonde hair, which fell down to her mid back. She was wearing a brown blazer, over a white shirt. She was wearing a short skirt, a bit shorter than all the other girls in fact. Her cornflower blue eyes were filled with happiness.
"Is there something I could do for you? I'm Tsubasa Kamii, the Ultimate Congresswoman. I also represent the Girls in the Student Council." she said happily. Daisuke blinked a few times, committing that to memory.
"Chiaki Nanami is sick, so I'm taking over her role as Representative of Class 77B, my name is Daisuke Del Rio. I hope we can get along." he said firmly.
"You sound tired, you okay Dais?" Soshun Murasame, the Ultimate Student Body President asked, earning a nod from him.
"I'm fine, I just spent most of the night finishing up a story." he admitted.
"Well, since you are a class representative, you can sit over there with the other reps. We're about to start the meeting." Tsubasa said.
He nodded, heading over to the empty chair between Sena Morikawa and Byakuya Togami. There were reps for Class 76A and 77A but he didn't really bother asking them who they were. He was already familiar with most of the Student Council, mostly from Kiriko since she had explained what everyone of them did. He just knew names not faces.
Soshun cleared his throat, standing at the podium which was at the head of the table. Everyone sat up, paying attention to the lad as he began his speech.
"First and foremost, I would like to thank each and everyone of you for coming. I know you would much rather do something else with your time, but this is for our upperclassmen. This meeting will discuss the end of the year events, Spirit Week and the Class Trip for Class 75...let's start with the trip, any suggestions?" He asked.
"Um, I have one." Kiriko said, raising her hand. Soshun nodded, giving her the go ahead.
"Me and Daisuke were talking about this for awhile. He suggested we send class 75 to Hawaii for their last trip." she said.
"Hawaii? Do you know how expensive that would be?" Suzuko Koshiki, the Ultimate Treasurer said.
"Yes, not to mention all of them need to have their passports taken and up to date. They'd be leaving the country, not only that we would have to send faculty with them just in case." Daiki Kubo, the Ultimate Public Relation's Officer added. The portly boy sat back in his seat, glancing at all of his fellow council members.
"Yeah, it would be expensive...but you guys are the ones who want them to have fun right? They graduate May 15th...it's going to be hot by the time June rolls around. Do you really want them to stay in Japan to deal with the hot, muggy and rainy season? Wouldn't you rather they spend their trip in a balmy tropical island?" Daisuke said, earning nods from a few others.
"As much as I would love to agree with you Daisuke, I can't. Like Suzuko said, it would take way too much money...how would we raise it?" Byakuya asked, a sneer on his face.
"One word, Fundraiser. We host some events where students, staff and other people can donate to the trip. We already have the concert, but we can try to raise extra for all of the other expenses." Daisuke said.
"It's a good idea...maybe we can hold a bake sale and raise money that way." Shoji Yoko, the Ultimate Reporter said, jotting everything down. Daisuke recognized him as the Head of the School paper. He was also the one who put his embarrassing picture on the paper after their first paintball fight.
"Furthermore, there are plenty of other events we can use. Perhaps we can raise even more during Spirit Week. We can create tee shirts and various other garments to sell." Karen added, glancing at her clipboard.
"Okay then, let's put it to a vote. Is Hawaii the place where we sent Class 75 after graduation? Or do we send them somewhere else?" Soshun asked.
"I vote Hawaii."
"Same here...Hawaii all the way."
Daisuke smiled a bit, as the entire council agreed to his proposal. Kiriko was also proud of herself for having spoken up, something she almost never did during meetings. Perhaps it was because Daisuke was at the meeting today. Sena rose her hand, grabbing Soshun's attention.
"I was going to say, there are places in town where people usually need costumes. I can create some new ones and sell them, my profits could be used for this." She said. Daisuke opened his bag, digging his hand inside.
"I was going to do the same thing with some audio books I have yet to record. I want Class 75 to have the time of their lives...I've grown rather fond of my own class. So I want them to leave this academy with fond memories of their time here...that's why I want to make the first donation." he said, pulling out a rolled up wad of cash. He tossed it to Suzuko, who looked at it in awe.
"What..there's like a hundred thousand yen here." she said.
"200 hundred actually...don't worry about it, that should cover the passport expenses. We'll focus on actual plane tickets and hotel costs later. If you'd like I could start looking for plane tickets. If you reserve them early you can get them cheaper." he said.
"That would be wonderful, thank you Daisuke." Kotomi said, a smile on her face.
"Now that we have the trip settled, we can focus a bit more on the events. We were planning on hosting one in the coming days, but we don't have many ideas...what do you think we can come up with?" Soshun asked.
"Allow me, perhaps we could pit the classes together in different events. After all it won't just strengthen our bonds as classmates, but we can all become familiar with each other and what we do. We have yet to figure out which class is more rambunctious, Class 77A or Class 77B." Jennifer Moxie, the Ultimate Historian said. She was the Head of Student Affairs in the council.
"Class 77B for sure, that class is the only one who has the balls to have a paintball fight in the school." Taro Kurosaki replied, earning a giggle from Tsubasa who placed a hand over his own. It was obvious to Daisuke that they were dating. He leaned back in his seat, a smile on his face.
"Honestly speaking, I just made a suggestion. I wasn't expecting Chisa to actually take me seriously." He said.
"Oh, so it was you who suggested that?" Tomohiko Bodyguard and the Boys Representative asked, earning a nod from him.
"Yes it was me, but it was Ozzy who provided the guns. Hey, you guys want an event, pit the classes together in a free for all team death match. It won't he hard to get weapons." He said.
"Absolutely not! I still have welts from the last time." Byakuya snapped, slamming his fist against the table.
"I don't like violence." Aiko Umesawa, the Ultimate Auditor said. Daisuke smiled at the young girl, comforting her a bit. He could tell she was a bit shy in nature. She also had heterochromia, making her look rather cute with her blue and green eyes.
"Okay fine, not paintball, but I was doing some checks on the supplies in the gym. I saw two sacks of rubber balls hidden in the back, how about a good old fashioned game of dodge-ball?" Ryota Someya, the Ultimate Sergeant-At-Arms said, earning nods from the others.
"A dodge-ball game, pitting each class against each other? I like the sound of that." Shoji said.
"Sounds painful." Kiriko added.
"Hell no, it sounds fun as hell. I can take out my pent up aggression against the ones who wronged me." Sena said, a wicked look on her face.
"Whoa girl calm down...I do like this idea though. The winning class can decide on the next event. No paintball." Soshun said, dashing Daisuke's smirk.
"Cool, we can totally trounce class 77B when it comes to dodge ball." Asukasei Hino, the Ultimate Class Monitor said firmly.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Daisuke asked, sitting up in his seat. The boy shrugged, pushing his glasses up.
"Judging by statistics, Nekumaru Nidai and Akane Owari will be the only ones actively playing. Ryouta Mitarai is an easy target, Ibuki Mioda will probably get out first due to her own excitement. Sonia Nevermind also looks like a girl who would be scared to be hit in the face. Well, you may find a chance to win if Hiyoko Saionji survives." he said.
"You know, I ain't ever slapped someone before, but I totally feel like hitting you right now. I'll take on that little statistic you just laid out and challenge you formally to a dodge-ball game. You and the rest of the Student Council vs Class 77B. If we win, we can decide the next event, including Paintball." he said.
"I said no paintball." Soshun said. Asukasei smirked holding his hand out.
"Alright then, I shall accept these terms...but you'd better get ready to lose Story boy." he replied. Daisuke and Asukasei shook hands, earning a groan from Soshun.
"What happened to democracy? We're supposed to vote on this stuff."
"Eh, chill out Prez, we can totally school the underclassmen easily. Tomohiko over there is the size of a mountain and he's got a hell of an arm." Sosuke Ichino, the Ultimate Parliamentarian said.
"Tell that to Nekumaru when he brings his ass to the ground. No offense man, I don't mean to insult." Daisuke said, earning a headshake from the young man.
"I'm not offended, I love a good challenge...you better bring it little man, or I'll be disappointed." he said, earning a grin from the Story Teller.
"Alright then, we can host this dodge-ball game in three days time, that way it will give each class time to train. The winning class will get to pick the next event, they will also select which class they go up against in the next event." Soshun said.
"Hehehe, Paintball here we come...we're going to whoop everyones asses." Daisuke said, a grin on his face.
"Please don't hit me in the face okay?" Kiriko cried out, earning a nod from the boy.
"Don't worry Kiriko, I'll aim for your legs." he reassured, someone that didn't make her feel better.
"Okay, we have one event down...I suppose we can use this tournament style battle of the classes to our favor. If the classes select the next event we won't have to worry about coming up with something new." Karen said, jotting everything down.
"Well, that brings us to Spirit Week...the week itself will start on April 17th. We are already hosting Sayaka's concert on the first to get some extra funds, but we were wondering if you could talk her into another one. Byakuya, Daisuke you both get along with her, see if she'll agree." Soshun asked.
"I would rather busy myself with other tasks. Daisuke will handle it, I'm sure...he's buddy buddy with her and Leon." the Affluent Progeny said. The Story Teller nodded.
"Sure, I can talk to her. I'll see if I can get Ibuki and Otoki to join in, so they can handle our music and stuff. We can use the field behind the school for an outdoor stage. We can also have a cook out, start gearing up for summer." Daisuke said.
"Excellent idea, anyone opposed to it?" Soshun asked, earning various no's from the others.
"So we kick off Spirit Week with a concert, what other events can we plan then?" Daiki asked curiously.
"We can hold a play, I could make the costumes!" Sena suggested.
"Yes, I love that idea, I can write something easily...I got so much shit in my dorm that I've written in the last few weeks it's overflowing." Daisuke said.
"Hmm...I could fund it, my parents do enjoy a good play after all." Byakuya said, surprising everyone in the room.
"Okay, so we got a play, that would be the day after the concert. We can make it open for anyone and start selling tickets the week before. The extra funds can be used for the Hotel expenses for the Class Trip." Suzuko said, adding that to her book of expenses.
"Day three, what do we got there?" Kotomi asked.
"Um...we get three thousand fidget spinners and spin them all at the same time. The last one to still be spinning wins the owner a prize." Daisuke said.
"That's fucking stupid." Jennifer replied, earning chuckles from the others.
"We can all make kites. April is very windy, so we can all work as a class and make a super awesome kite. The one that goes the highest wins the class a reward!" Kiriko said.
"I like that, I haven't made a kite in years." Ryota replied. Aiko gave a silent nod of agreement.
"Alright, that leaves events for Thursday and Friday...I myself was thinking of hosting a pep-rally. I want to hold a celebration for Class 75 and make them feel like the kings of this school." Soshun said.
"We can have them pie the teachers they hate the most." Sena said.
"I second that." Daiki added.
"Okay, pie the teachers they hate the most...I guess that would build bonds. What about Friday?" Karen added. Daisuke snapped his fingers, gaining everyones attention.
"I'll take to Takane and see if we can invade her Planetarium for the night. What better way to end Spirit Week than to get a beautiful laser show and stargazing. That would be totally epic. On top of that, Takane has been monitoring some comets that will be making a pass by our planet soon." Daisuke said.
"I totally love that idea, Soshun let's do it." Kotomi said, a look of excitement on her face.
"We'll leave the negotiating to you. If you would tell Takane we wish to speak with her, that would be wonderful." the teen said, earning a nod from Daisuke.
"Well, we've spoken about everything...all we have to do now is speak with the faculty and coordinate everything with the Headmaster. We also have to set up for that dodge-ball game." Karen said, jotting everything down on her clipboard.
"Worry not, I'll handle everything in the gym with the Boys Basketball team." Tomohiko said.
"I'll work on getting ideas for shirts and other stuff with the Girls." Tsubasa added.
"So meeting adjourned? Good, I gotta pee!" Sena cried, jumping out of her chair. She raced out of the room, a loud slam echoing through the hallways. Soshun sighed.
"I'll send emails to everyone through the Student Ids with everything we discussed. We will meet again tomorrow afternoon to discuss the events. I will also cancel classes for Class 76B and 77B to practice for the game." the student council president said, earning nods from everyone.
"Nice, gotta start practicing my throwing." Daisuke said happily.
"Just remember, you'll be on the loosing end of that game." Asukasei said, a smirk on his face.
"Meeting adjourned everyone, thanks for showing up today...we'll definitely make the last few weeks of this semester the best ones yet!"
Daisuke gathered all of the handouts he had been given, placing them in his bag. He stood up, slinging it around his shoulder. He said his goodbyes to the Council members as he made his way out of the council room.
"Hey Daisuke, do you wanna hang out for a bit?"
"Sure Kiriko...I've actually got to meet someone. Maybe we can take a walk." He said, giving her a smile. She nodded, placing her knapsack around her shoulder.
"Who are you meeting?"
"Uh, you know...just hanging out with Ryouta." he said.
"Oh...are you writing a script for his anime?" she asked curiously. He was surprised with such an accurate guess. He hadn't met the real Ryouta Mitarai, but he was sure that was one of the reasons the Impostor wanted them both to meet. He gave her a nod.
"Yes, he wants to make his anime the best so I've agreed to help him with a story. Speaking of that, I still haven't heard back from my publisher. I'm getting really worried." he said.
"Well don't, you're stories are amazing, I'm sure you rocked them so hard they needed a few weeks to calm down." she said, giving him a smile. He chuckled.
"Maybe."
"What's the story about anyway? Think you can give a friend a preview?" she asked.
"Uh uh, no can do. Until the first edition copies are published I am not saying a thing about it. But since you are my friend, I'll give you one of the first copies." he said, giving her a wink. She blushed, giving him a nod.
"I guess I'll just have to wait and see."
The two continued walking through the academy, speaking mostly about the meeting and the stuff they were planning. Daisuke had come up with a few extra ideas for events, which Kiriko wrote down. They figured it would be better to jot down all the ideas they could, so they could be ready if someone prepared. The Story Teller was so confident in his class winning that he had already sent a message to Ozzy to prep the equipment.
After around twenty minutes they finally made it outside of the building, heading toward the central plaza. It was a bright sunny day, though it was still a tad bit cold. The campus was filled with students, most of them walking around with friends. There were a few food and coffee carts scattered around the campus. There were some older students skating near the stairs, filming their tricks. The two of them even clapped when one of them landed an 360 Hardflip.
"You know, I can do that too." Daisuke said, as he and Kiriko walked away. She gave him a curious look.
"Oh really? You can sing, you're a writer, a wingman and you're a skater too?" she asked.
"Well, I only tried skating a few times when I was a kid. I didn't bother learning many tricks but the Hardflip was one I always wanted to do. Before I got my bike, I used to ride my board to school. Until it got stolen out of my locker." he said with a frown.
"Spain sounds dangerous." she said.
"It really isn't...just don't advertise yourself...and carry a knife with you." he said. That didn't reassure the girl.
It wasn't long before they made it to the Central Plaza. Standing by the fountain was Ryouta Mitarai, or rather the Ultimate Impostor. He was drinking from a bottle of iced tea, having finished several hot dogs. He glanced up from his phone, adopting a smile on his face.
"Ah, Daisuke...how was the meeting?" he asked.
"It was fun, we got a dodge-ball game against the Student Council in three days."
"We do? That sounds interesting...it's good to see you too Miss Nishizawa."
"Please, you can call me Kiriko. All my friends do, well I guess I'll just take off then...I wouldn't want to get between your male bonding time." the Ultimate Physician said, giving them a shy smile.
"Alright, text me later okay? And don't worry about the game, if it comes down to the two of us, I'll just tap the ball against your shoulder." he said.
"Actually, I do require your help Kiriko. You are one of the few that knows about my secret...I need you to help Ryouta Mitarai, the real Ryouta." the pudgy teen said.
"Why, is he sick? He's eating regularly right?" she asked.
"Well.."
The girl sighed, opening her knapsack. She carried some medicine with her in case she needed it, along with all of her medical tools. She pulled out a thermometer, placing it in her skirt pocket.
"Just take me to him. I told that boy not to overwork himself, if he looks sick to me, I'm giving him an IV drip." she said sternly.
Daisuke just remained silent as the Impostor lead him and Kiriko away from the Central Plaza, heading toward the unused dormitories on the East half of the campus. They stopped seeing other students after awhile, only a few people popping out here and there. He started feeling a bit nervous, but was able to mask it easily. He shoved his hands in his pockets, the zippers on his bag jingling a bit as he walked.
"This place was used during the last year. However since the academy acquired more funds, they were able to open a brand new building. Our classes get to stay within the main course building. Those who are pare of the Reserve Course have their dorms in this area. This building however is completely empty." the Impostor said.
"Ryouta lives here alone?" Daisuke asked curiously.
"Indeed, he loves what he does. So much so that he doesn't want to be disturbed. He has never met any of his classmates. As for me, I required an identity, a life. So we made a deal, he could stay here and work on his anime while I lived his life. It was a win win scenario for both of us." he said.
"What about you? Who exactly are you?" Kiriko asked. The teen just shrugged.
"I am not one. A blank slate, I've got no parents, no birth certificate, no identity. Since I am no one, that means I can be anyone. Men, women, it matters not to me. I just want to be remembered." he said firmly.
"You will be remembered man. You're part of our family now...it doesn't matter who you are, what matters is that you are there, making memories with all of us." Daisuke reassured, patting his shoulder. Kiriko smiled brightly, earning one in return from the Impostor.
They entered one of the empty buildings, the abandoned halls being littered with dust and grime. It looked like it had been years since someone had vacuumed the carpet. Kiriko started coughing from the dust, and she used her shirt to cover her face. The Impostor reached the end of the hall, knocking loudly on the door. They all heard shuffling inside, along with the sound of glass breaking. The door opened a second later, though it was only just a crack.
"Oh uh...hello."
"Ryouta, may we come in?" the Impostor asked. The boy groaned, opening the door for them to enter. He was expecting just the Impostor and Daisuke, so he was a bit surprised when he saw Kiriko. She took a look around the room, shaking her head.
"Ryouta, what did we discuss the last time I was here?" she asked firmly.
"Um...I forget?" the boy said nervously. She pulled him toward the bed and forcefully sat him down. He was about to protest when a thermometer was shoved in his mouth.
"Sit still, and don't talk." she said, glancing at the screen on the device.
"The last time she was here, Kiriko put Ryouta through the wringer. He had collapsed due to not eating. She kept him in the hospital for a week on IV fluids. As you can tell, he wasn't too excited about it." the Impostor said, snagging a bag of chips from the desk.
Daisuke nodded, taking a look around the room. He saw some anime posters on the walls, some that he recognized, others he didn't. He looked at the computer, seeing all of the completed frames of the anime Ryouta was working on. He also spotted the Graphics Pad he had gifted him for Christmas. The last thing he caught was the framed picture above the monitors.
"You know, this picture would be better if all of us were in it. Why haven't you wanted to meet us?" Daisuke asked, glancing back at Ryouta.
It was the first time meeting this boy. He was nothing like he expected. He was lanky, pale, had heavy bags under his eyes and most of all, he was alone. It reminded him of himself before he had come to Hope's Peak Academy. How he didn't want to interact with anyone or make friends. He just wanted to work on his stories in peace and quiet. Kiriko pulled the thermometer out of his mouth, frowning at the screen.
"Well, you don't have a fever, but you don't look good. You clearly haven't been sleeping, or eating anything with nutritional value. I don't see a single milk carton in here. At least you shower." the girl said, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry, I just haven't had the time too do anything lately. I'm getting really close to my deadline." he replied. He glanced up at Daisuke who had a frown on his face. He rapidly stood up, bowing formally.
"We haven't formally met. I'm Ryouta Mitarai, the Ultimate Animator. I would like to thank you for the gift, it has helped me quite a lot." he said.
"Daisuke Del Rio, Ultimate Story Teller...I'm sure you already know that though. I'm glad the gift has helped you out but...you need to leave this room man. You honestly remind me of myself, I was in your place back in July. I didn't want to do anything but work on my stories, and I was missing so many wonderful things. Look at me now, I got tons of friends, and two loving girlfriends. Don't become a hermit man, get some sunlight." he said firmly.
"I understand what you are trying to do Daisuke. Honestly I do, but I don't feel like leaving you. Once I finish my anime, I will get some fresh air. I...wanted to meet you so we could work on a script together." he said.
"A script? You need to start thinking about your health first Ryouta. Don't make me drag your ass to the hospital." Kiriko snapped angrily. Daisuke and the Impostor cringed. It had been the first time seeing her get angry.
"Please no! Fine, I'll go outside, I'll get some air and some fruits, please just don't make me go to the hospital." he cried out, clasping his hands together. The girl sighed, giving him a nod. Daisuke wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her a few feet away from them.
"Hey, this is great...you can help him get better and maybe...I dunno...whatever happens happens?" he said softly, earning a curious look from the girl.
"You...trying to hook me up? I'm sorry but I'm still getting over you. I'm not ready yet." she replied.
"C'mon Koko, give the boy a shot! He looks...ready to die honestly, but make him have a good day. Walk with him around the campus, help him pick some fruits and give him some milk." he said. She bit her lip, giving him a nod.
"Excellent, I hope to hear good news from you." he said. He turned around, clapping his hands loudly.
"Aright the Ryouta...wait...what should I call you now?" he said, looking at the Impostor.
"Call me Byakuya." he said firmly, imitating the voice of the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. He didn't even bother asking why. He turned to the true Ultimate Animator.
"You want to work on a script right? What's your anime about?" he asked.
"Um...it's about two people that fall in love. It's supposed to inspire hope in those that see it." Ryouta replied. He walked over the computer, opening a file. He opened up what looked like an Episode list.
"I normally wouldn't do this, but for this to work you'll have to watch the unvoiced first episode. I mixed all the music myself so I hope you enjoy it." he said. Daisuke shrugged, handing his bag to Kiriko to hold. He sat down at the computer chair and hit play, leaning back into it.
The episode was twenty four minutes long, and honestly Daisuke loved every single moment of it. It was unvoiced but the music, the action scenes, the romance, it all blended in so perfectly. When the two main characters kissed at the end, he found himself crying and he didn't know why. The video ended, cutting to a black screen where the credits would be. He hit the Space bar, pausing the video before standing up.
"Ryouta, this is beautiful. Even when it has no actual voice work, I found myself falling in love with this anime. I will write that script for you, and if you need someone to voice your character, I'll do that too." he said.
"What...you will?" the animator asked, eyes sparkling a bit.
"Of course I will! I read my own works on line and make audio books..so I'm used to the strain of recording. When the script is finished, all I'll need is a flash drive with the first episode so I can record everything live. Maybe I can get a few others to do extra voice work." he said.
"That would be wonderful...but you don't really have to out do yourself like this? You just met me after all." the boy said. Daisuke shook his head.
"You're my classmate, and that means we're friends. So if you need help with anything, just ask. Byakuya can give you my contact information. However I must be going. I have some Council stuff to look over and I have to check on Chiaki to make sure she's doing fine." he said.
"Oh...alright, I guess I'll see you soon." Ryouta said, holding his hand out. Daisuke nodded, shaking the boy's hand.
"Aye, you'll see me soon enough. Come on Koko, we need to find you a cute skirt for tomorrow." he said, pulling the girl along. She grabbed onto the door frame, glaring at Ryouta.
"Tomorrow morning, Central Plaza, don't be late!" she said, finally letting go of the frame. The Impostor stood up, chuckling to himself.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
"Don't say that, now you've scared me even more!" Ryouta cried, shaking a bit.
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"I am not going to be his girlfriend Dais, I am just going to make sure he gets his vitamin D." Kiriko replied, earning a laugh from the Story teller.
"The way I see it, the one getting Vitamin D will be you after you start falling love!" he cried. She blushed brightly, punching him in the arm. He cried in pain, dropping his smoothie to the floor.
"Aw come on, that was mango!" he cried.
"Serves you right. Besides, Ryouta is a total shut in, what are the odds he will fall in love with anyone?" the pinkette asked.
"Pretty high, you're sweet, kind and got a smoking body...what teenage man who spends his time watching anime wouldn't fall in love with you?" he asked.
"I suppose but...I dunno...I don't really think I'm ready to date anyone." she admitted. He took the smoothie in her hands, taking a long sip from it, much to her annoyance.
"Okay, maybe not date. But what about broadening your horizon? Sure you can't have this hot Latino, but there are others out there. What does Kiriko Nishizawa truly want in life?" he asked curiously.
"I want to save people. This is why I chose a medical profession. It isn't because I'm good at it, or because it pays well. Growing up, we didn't have good medical insurance. We barely went to the doctor as it was. My grandmother was always Ill, my father was never able to make ends meet and my mother was gone. It was just me and my little sister."
"I didn't know you had a little sister." he said, giving her a surprised look.
"She was something special. Always running around, playing, dancing...driving me insane. I loved little Asuka to death. But one day, she ended up getting sick. We thought it was the flu, but it wasn't. It got much worse, and we couldn't afford treatment at the hospital. So we just made home remedies and gave her the over the counter stuff we could afford. She didn't get better. Finally, I just went for it. I bundled her up in my arms and walked three kilometers to the nearest hospital."
"What...happened then?" he asked. He choked a up a bit, by the tone of her voice and her general body language, he could tell it wasn't going to end well.
"I got her to the hospital, but by that time it had been to late. As soon as they lay her on the table, she started seizing. The doctors tried everything they could, but they weren't successful. She died right in front of me, and I couldn't do anything. She was screaming in agony, scared for her life. God I can still hear her screaming, it's something that will haunt me forever!" she said, almost bursting into tears. She took a deep breath.
"Turns out, she had been infected with some bacteria. We had gone swimming in the country a few weeks before all of that, and she had gotten a bit of water in her nose. I guess that's how she contracted it. The doctors were amazed that she had survived for as long as she did without proper medical care. I admitted that I had been reading some medical books, and following the instructions. I guess that's where I got my talent." she said.
"Oh God, Koko I'm so sorry to hear that." he said.
"It's alright. Asuka's death wasn't my fault, it wasn't anyones. But because of it, I strive to better myself. When I see people like Ryouta, who willingly put themselves into harmful situations like what he's doing, it pisses me off. I don't someone else to die, not when I can do something about it." she said firmly.
"You are a wonderful person Kiriko. I've learned so much about you today. I'm sure you will continue to bring hope to those people who have no way of paying for medical attention. I know there are millions of people who can't afford it." he said.
"Once I graduate from Hope's Peak Academy, I will be continuing my medical training. I hope to open my own Doctor's Office, in a place where people need me the most. Maybe you can read stories to the kids." she said, making him chuckle.
"We'll see."
Daisuke's phone started to ring, causing him to groan. He handed Kiriko her smoothie back and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He flicked it open, surprised at who was calling. He picked up the call, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, this is Cameron...you remember me right?"
"How could I forget the girl who blamed me for her brothers death, slapped me, and then tried to hit my girlfriend?" he replied, his tone filled with annoyance.
"So you do remember me. Listen, I'm not trying to be a cunt or anything, I want to meet up. I want to talk."
"Meet up? I'm in school, I can't just leave." he replied.
"I know that...I was thinking maybe you could come over. My mom really wants to see you."
"Tami-Lynn? How is she?"
"She's coping...I'm sure you already know this, but that asshole Ryusuke left us on the side of the road. Married some broad after her husband left her. He didn't care about us, he never did. My brother is dead because of him!"
"Glad we're on the same page then. I suppose we can meet up, I have no classes tomorrow, just pick a time and I'll see what I can do."
"Okay, about we meet up in Asakusa. It's been awhile since I've been to the top of the Skytree." she said.
"Hmm...alright, but I'm bringing my girl with me." he replied.
"That's fine. See you there."
"Who was that?" Kiriko asked curiously.
"My step sister Cameron...well now that my dad divorced her mom, I guess she isn't my step sister anymore. I guess my step mother wants to speak with me." he said.
"Sounds important. I hope everything turns out well." she said, a smile on her face. He chuckled, giving her a nod.
"Yeah, me too."