A/N: Hello and welcome to this new chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy. This is the first chapter that doesn't involve Daisuke or Class 77...well the beginning of it at least. It was a really fun chapter to write, honestly it was. I wasn't expecting it to be so fun, but adding all new characters was really good. Once again I thank all the ones who submit an oc for Class 77A, I hope I did them all justice.
So this chapter is all about Class 77A, I decided to write it so you all get to know what kind of people Daisuke and his friends will be facing against. They all have lives hopes and dreams, which makes it so much more painful when Junko kills them all at the beginning of the Tragedy. Then again, I might spare a few of them depending on how this all turns out. I'm already in love with one of the characters I created, if you can guess correctly who they are, you shall get a shout out. There is also a lot of references in this chapter, actually one of the characters themselves is a reference to something...as soon as you read her part, you it will hit you in the face, unless you didn't watch the series she's from, in which case you had a sad childhood.
So, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It should be a breath of fresh air, and something unlike the norm. Class 77A vs Class 77B will be happening soon, perhaps the next chapter, but I still need to cover some stuff with Daisuke and his plot to end his father's reign. Juggling three plot points at the same time has gotten a bit challenging, but it will be totally fun. I might skip around a few events here and there, to show more progression in the time line, I just want to skip ahead to the April 1st concert, but I want to add some meat into this story, focus a bit on some classes that aren't Class 77. If you have ideas for events, let me know...I have one that involves a battle of the Bands sort of thing, either that or a Talent show that doesn't involve your Ultimate Talent. It should showcase what people can do aside from their Ultimate Talent.
I read a bit of Danganronpa Zero recently, and I don't know how exactly to fit it into my story. The gap between the Incident of Hope's Peak Academy and the Tragedy are kinda close to each other. The manga makes it look likes weeks pass before the Tragedy, but the anime makes it look like it was days after. It wasn't specified exactly when the Parade Started, and how long it lasted. Since I haven't read a lot of Danganronpa Zero, I may cover some small plot points from it, but not all of it. There are somethings that Hisashi (Yuno) will have to be a part of, like the Last Swim Meet, his conversation with Tsubaki Yamada and some other things involving the murder of his mother and the death of the 267 Reserve Course students. I'll just have to pace it well enough, but the timeline at this point is rather erratic.
I may just have to rewrite the timeline I got now for it all to make sense...and since I can't write out Danganronpa Zero either, I have to figure out how to fit it in. This is also why I won't be including Danganronpa Killer Killer, because it messes with the continuity of my universe. On top of that, it shows Hope's Peak Academy completely destroyed at one point, but clearly it isn't at the end of the anime...it's rather confusing. So as of now, it has been omitted from my timeline, gone forever...and I know you will tell me, use the official timeline of events for the DR universe, but this story is an AU that includes Daisuke as a Second Year student instead of a First year one, and it includes Class 79, so that Hisashi (Yuno) can be a part of it. I'll just figure it out as I go along.
The rambling ceases now! The reading begins, right about...tomorrow...
Let's play the guessing game, can you accurately name all of the references in this chapter? if you do your oc will get into my story as a cameo, maybe even as a supporting character! Leave your answers in the review section!
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 29
Class 77A
Riding on the adrenaline and bragging rights of their win, Class 77B decided to take a trip to Hansel and Gretel, the shop owned by Daisuke's mother. It was a shop near the large park he used to hang out in on a daily basis. It was a modern bakery/restaurant that got quite a lot of customers. The front of the shop had a pastry display, showing off all of the sweet confections currently on sale. The other half of the restaurant was where the food was served by his mother Maria. The walls were painted in a wide array of colors, giving it a unique flare.
All of the tables and chairs were strategically placed, to give the employees better access when bringing the food onto the showroom. There were booths near the back and even a smoking section for those who chose to suck on cancer sticks. It was something that made the shop even more popular.
Currently, Class 77B was hanging out in the diner, raving over their latest victory. Daisuke was sitting at the bar, the sizzling of food filling his ears. He could see Teruteru cooking up a storm, while his mother was helping him. The smell was overbearing and making them all hungrier than they were. It was taking everything he had for him not to dive through that window and steal some food. So he would settle for the donuts on his place, before Hina ate them all.
Another thing that had surprised him was the fact that Tami-Lynn was also there. Apparently she had taken his advice to heart and had met up with his mother Maria. They instantly struck it off, and the woman had given her a spot as Assistant Manager. She was currently dealing with a throng of people coming in for the lunch rush. Thankfully the restaurant half of the store had been left for Class 77, while the slightly later bakery half could accommodate the lunch rush. No one stuck around anyway, and the ones that did were usually teenagers.
"Dais my man, I wanna thank you." Kazuichi said, startling the boy a bit. He had smeared a bit of frosting from a donut onto his face. He glared at the pink haired boy who just chuckled at him.
"Mind waiting until I'm done chewing to fucking startle me?" he asked, wiping his face with a napkin.
"Sorry man, but yes I would like to thank you." he said.
"What for?" he asked, taking a sip of his juice. He really didn't like coffee, so he had chosen some fresh fruit juice instead.
"Hooking me up man, just look at Takane...she's so freaking cute man." he said, glancing at his girlfriend, who was sitting alone at a table.
She was fixing her hair, tying a pink ribbon into it. Once she had, she had opened her compact mirror to apply some make up. She had been one of the unlucky victims to take a ball to the face, and her make up had been ruined. She looked up briefly, smiling brightly. She gave Kazuichi a wave, returning to her previous task.
"I'm happy you are enjoying your relationship man, I truly am. You know I felt really bad taking Sonia from you, so I had to help." he said, taking another bite from his donut.
"I know man, Sonia liking you...it wasn't anything I could control. So long as she's happy, I'm happy. Besides, Takane is a bit more...refined I should say?"
"Sophisticated is a better word." Daisuke said, earning a nod from the boy. They shared a fist bump, both smiling.
"So, what are we going to do now that we won against the Student Council? They'll be riding this loss again for awhile. The next time they get the chance, they'll take it out on us." Mahiru said, looking through all of the pictures she had taken during the game. Being out first gave her the chance to snag some memories for the album.
"We won't let them win. Listen, if we can keep winning at every event, we will not only cement ourselves in Hope's Peak Academy for all eternity, but we will also never give another class the chance to beat us. We can always choose the next event." Daisuke said.
"That's a mighty bold statement. Not that I don't trust any of you, but what happens on the off chance that we do lose?" Fuyuhiko asked curiously. Everyone had the same look, as they all looked at Daisuke. He didn't know why but he felt like a true leader now. He wondered if this is what Chiaki felt whenever she held these class meetings.
"We give them no quarter." he said simply.
"What does that mean?" Hiyoko asked, clearly confused. She had been busy pouring sprinkles all over the cupcakes she had bought for herself. They didn't even look like cupcakes anymore. Sonia stepped up, a proud smile on her face.
"It's a term used in war. It means we will take no prisoners, or in this case, we won't show them mercy." She said, earning a nod from Daisuke.
"I like that, I think I shall commit that to memory." Peko said, smiling to herself. She had for once left her hair down. It was a different change for her, though Daisuke knew she was doing it to gain Fuyuhiko's attention, sadly it hadn't been working.
"Ibuki agrees, mercy is for the weak!" She cried, strumming her guitar. She started playing a rift, her fingers moving over the strings in a flash. Thankfully, her volume was lowered to a manageable level.
"Can we show them just a tiny bit of mercy, I wouldn't want anyone to be injured." Mikan said, shivering a bit. Everyone glared at her, instantly shutting her up.
"I sense a great darkness working against us. We shall need to tread lightly Sir Daisuke, for we may lose the battle the next time we're on the field." Tanaka said, lightning struck outside, causing several people to scream in surprise. It had actually been an electrical wire that fell to the ground.
"As...ominous as that was, I can't help but disagree. I mean come on, we're pros when it comes to paintball. It isn't capture the flag or free for all this time. It's Team Death match, meaning we can definitely stack up against them. The field will be huge, and that will be our advantage." Kazuichi said.
"He's right...we'll need to team up like last time, but this time on a grander scale. Sonia is an expert sniper, she needs high ground, she also needs someone to watch her back, and someone to watch that person back." Daisuke said.
"Sixteen of us, Sixteen of them, we all split, groups of three, one of us will be left behind." Nekumaru said, earning curious looks from everyone. Mahiru rose her hand.
"I'll be that man, besides I enjoy taking pictures of the competition rather than being in it." She said.
"That's a noble sacrifice Mahiru, I'll definitely use that for my anime!" Ryouta said, scribbling on his pad. Daisuke frowned, but decided to agree.
"Alright then, Nekumaru is in charge of choosing the teams. The rest of us will need to learn everything about our weapons. Hina will have to pick something that she's comfortable with, since Chiaki won't be joining us again." Daisuke said.
"How is she by the way? Getting better?" Hina asked, for once not face deep in a plate of donuts. Mikan smiled, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket.
"She's getting better, but the strain of the flu she caught is a bit more aggressive. She didn't have her shots so it hit her a bit harder...which reminds me, fourteen of you are due for your flu shots." she said, earning groans from everyone.
"Hehe, I got mine back in October, I am safe!" Daisuke said.
"Actually, you're due for a meningitis shot, so prepare your butt cheek, because that's where its going." Mikan said, a sneer on her face. He suddenly feared for his life.
"No one is touching my son's butt cheek today, at least not without lunch." Maria said, giving them all a wink as she brought out a cart filled with food. Akane almost dove at hit, but she was held back by Nekumaru who had her in a Full Nelson. Daisuke flushed brightly.
"I hope you all like it, I was merely following instructions." Teruteru said, a smile on his face.
"You know we all love what you make man. As long as it isn't a love potion that is." Kazuichi said, snagging himself a plate. He handed one to Takane who gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Come on man, I already promised to lay off of that stuff. Unless one of you is willing to try my delicious loins." he said, blood seeping from his nose. Tami-Lynn cracked him over the head with a wooden spoon, his cries of pain filling the room.
"Ruruka and that boy are back from their deliveries, they'll start the new batch of apple pies soon." She said, earning a nod from Maria.
"Wait, Ruruka is here? Where? I wanna speak with her!" Hiyoko said, her eyes sparkling a bit.
"She's in the back, I'll take you." the older blonde said, leading the dancer away. Daisuke shook his head, too busy with his food to follow along.
"I'm so proud of all of you, that dodgeball game was amazing. I'm surprised they actually aired that on television." Maria said, leaning against the wall.
Over the time Daisuke spent with his class, she had come to see them as family, due to how much they all hung out with him. She was thankful her son had so many real friends, as opposed to the fake ones he had been talking about.
"Well, Hope's Peak Academy has it's own broadcasting channel. It's usually off the air unless special events are planned. Everything is managed from the Data Processing Room on the Fourth Floor of the academy. I've been in there only once, and the equipment is outstanding." Daisuke said, earning curious looks from his friends.
"Why were you up there?" asked Sonia, looking at her boyfriend with an intrigued look.
"Oh uh...you know...stuff..and things." he said, shoving some food into his mouth. She narrowed her eyes, but didn't said anything more.
"I don't feel comfortable with that answer, knowing your dating that little demon means you guys are up to something." Fuyuhiko said, earning a nod from Peko.
"Guys, I'm not planning anything. I got nothing against you, let alone the need to do anything. Let's just focus on our competition. For one, I know nothing of Class 77A, so mind filling me in on who's who?" he asked.
"Well, I don't really know anyone from it either. Aside from Yasuke Matsuda, the Ultimate Neurologist. He's barely in class, and always in the Neuroscience Lab in the West Plaza of the school. I don't know how he acts, but I have taken a few pictures of him. Have a look." Mahiru said, placing an album on the table.
The picture depicted a tall young man, with shoulder length smooth brown hair. He had a firm look on his face, his eyes a bright blue in color. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with the top three buttons undone, and a red tie loosened around his neck. He was wearing black pants, and sandals.
"Doesn't look like a threat to me." Nekumaru said.
"Yes, except he studies the brain. That means he knows about average reaction time and how the brain works. He can use that sensory information against us, if not personally than through his friends." Sonia said.
"I would have never thought of that...nice job Sonia." Peko said, earning a smile from the blonde princess.
"Aside from him, the only other person I know is the Ultimate Marksman, Rika Otonashi. She's never missed a single target during practice. She can also hit any target no matter the distance. If she's their sniper, then we all need to worry." Daisuke said.
"No problem, Sonia is our best sniper, we'll just have her take her out." Akane said, clapping the girl's shoulder.
"I am only trained in military combat. I can't possibly go against a Marksman. I heard she was trained by Blackwater USA." Sonia said.
"Oh that's bad...if she was trained by them then we really need to worry." Kazuichi said.
"As for me, the only person I know of is Keiko Hikari, the Ultimate Doll Maker. I don't know what her prowess with a gun is, but she is a very bright person. She may be able to gain an advantage over us...especially with her dolls." Takane said.
"Wait, her dolls are sentient?" Fuyuhiko asked. Tanaka chuckled, his eyes firmly closed.
"That must be the magic which I sensed. We are truly messing with dark powers, I shall cast an enchantment to protect us all." he said.
"Ibuki will do her best to serenade them during our game. That way they will all be distracted and unable to shoot!" the Ultimate Musician cried, having already finished her food. She continued playing her guitar, bobbing her head wildly.
"That might actually work for us...but Ibuki would need to be protected. Maybe she can use some new music to distract them while the others shoot them up." Mahiru said, earning nods from them.
"But what if they have someone who specializes in paintball? That is a possibility right?" Hina asked. Daisuke shook his head, setting down his plate.
"The odds of them having someone who plays paintball are slim to none. They would have said something during our first game...or they would have said something about the welts Class 78 had when they came back from theirs." he replied.
"I suppose that's true...but that is a worrying thought." Kazuichi said. He sat down, screaming loudly, only to stand back up.
"What happened?" Takane asked, worry written on her face.
"I just sat on my balls." he cried, clutching his junk.
"You are truly a disgrace for mankind." Fuyuhiko said, finishing his milk.
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A young man was currently making his way one of his favorite spots in the world. He was a seventeen year old young man, with lightly tanned skin. His short black hair fell just past the nape of his neck, he had died the tips crimson red, making it stand out quite a bit. He was wearing a pair of black aviator classes, shielding his dark green eyes. He was wearing a black leather vest, with a skull on it. The eye holes were emblazoned with diamonds, while the teeth were emblazoned with emeralds, making it sparkle as he walked. He was wearing a pair of gray jogging pants and running shoes. He had a studded choker on his neck, with spikes on it. He was carrying a black dufflebag on his shoulder.
His name was Oliver Martin, and he was the Ultimate Paintballer. Growing up, he wasn't very amiable, only staying inside to play video games. He was a rather rude and obnoxious kid however, and did bully a few people in school. He always did this because he was ignored by his family, so if people tried to be nice to him, he would push them away. However, one of the kids he bullied, a boy who had Polio, offered to go paintballing with him. He didn't know why, but he accepted, surprised that someone had actually wanted to hang out with him. He went out and bought everything he needed for the game, hoping to actually have fun for once.
When he arrived however, the boy wasn't there, and he was angry because he was stood up. However, the boy's family had told him that he had died in a car crash, going to meet him at the Paintball arena. Saddened by this, Oliver decided he would stop bullying people. With the same equipment he bought, he decided to enter his first paintball match, and won it without even trying. He kept entering tournaments and becoming better and better, eventually entering a match in Japan. Jin Kirigiri had been watching his match, and impressed by his talents, invited him personally, thus beginning his life in Hope's Peak Academy.
Competition was something Oliver loved, going into the field with nothing but a pistol, the adrenaline it was all surreal to him. Even with low ammunition he had been able to pull off an amazing win. So when Hiyoko Saionji of Class 77B challenged them outright to something he excelled in, he knew it was time to practice.
He walked into the Shooting range, seeing a few others of his class already there. Before he was even greeted, he pulled his Beretta 92fs from behind his back. He flicked the safety off, aiming at the target as he walked, pulling the trigger. He made it to the end of the row, having nailed every target perfectly.
"Must you show off every damn time?" Rika Otonashi, the Ultimate Marksman snapped.
She was a young woman of seventeen, with emerald green hair, reaching down past her shoulders. She had equally bright pink eyes, an odd trait for her family. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt, with a black Kevlar vest over it, filled with magazines. She was wearing a short navy blue skirt, long white thigh high stockings and black boots.
Resting on the table next to her was her personal effect, a Knight's SR 25 Type Armlite AR 10 V. It was a gun she smithed herself from an AR 10 Law. It had been even harder to get all of the parts to accurately do it. But she was able to thanks to her Ultimate title. It was the gun she was going to be using during the game. She had easily converted it to a Marking gun by changing a few parts. If there was something she knew better than her own gun, it was what parts to use on it.
Oliver smirked, grabbing some marking bullets from a large box that had been given to them. He loaded them into his new empty magazine, chewing on the gum he had in his mouth.
"Sorry that I'm slightly better than you at what I do." he said simply, loading the magazine into his gun.
"Oh fuck you. You are not a better marksman than I am, I can put a bullet through a fleas ass at 200 meters." she said confidently. He smirked, raising his gun. He let out three swift shots, nailing the center of the target. He pressed the button, returning the paper to them.
"Hmm...you missed one shot, I got all four...I think the flea is still alive." he boasted, earning a glare from the girl.
"Now now you guys, we're here to practice, not crack each others balls." One of their friends said.
She was a girl of twenty, with soft gray colored hair, tied into a messy side ponytail. She had a soft complexion, her eyes having dark rings around them from lack of sleep. She wore a pair of glasses on her face, her silver eyes glittering a bit. She was wearing a blue long sleeved shirt, over a white tank top with a ruffled black hem. She was wearing a pair of black pants and silver colored flats. Tucked in between her breasts was a small plush teddy bear, which she had personally made herself. Her name was Keiko Hikari, and she was the Ultimate Doll Maker.
Contrary to her last name, which meant Light, Keiko was nothing but a lover of the dark arts. She had originally started making dolls because of the legend behind Robert the Doll and Annabelle. She had wanted her dolls to get cursed so that she could use them against her enemies, sadly she hadn't gotten lucky. Instead her dolls had gotten popular with children, and she had been making them professionally ever since. She was scouted for Hope's Peak Academy when the Headmaster requested she make a beautiful porcelain doll for his daughter. The girl didn't like the doll, but she kept it as a gesture of friendship.
"You look kinda awkward here Keiko...too bad you can't sit out." Oliver said, the girl blinked slowly, shaking her head.
"It isn't a matter of being awkward or not. We were challenged and we all have to participate. I do not wish to be schooled by those who are on equal footing with us." she said.
"Well, that depends on whether or not those dumb shits show up. I tried talking to Yasuke and he wants nothing to do with it. Yuta is as perverted as ever and Chizu has to take care of his kid on that day. The way I see it, we won't be able to get our class together in time." Rika said, loading the magazine into her gun.
"Carly said she would be here...she just has to finish rehearsing for her webshow. She said she was going to live stream the game to her website." Keiko said, leaning against the back wall. She yawned softly, reaching into her pocket for the doll she was currently making.
"What about Aqua? She said she would be part of our team." Oliver said.
"She's apparently doing research on some algae or something. She also said she was volunteering at the Aquarium on that day, so no dice." Rika replied. The boy grit his teeth, slamming the magazine into his gun.
"Fine then, we're gonna have to gather up our classmates. I will not be made a fool of." he said, holstering his gun.
"Who do we go after first?" Rika asked curiously, taking a shot at the target. She smiled, as the bullet struck home. Oliver smirked, already knowing who he was going after.
The black haired boy knocked loudly on the door of his chosen classmate, the two girls standing behind him. When the person didn't answer, he knocked on the door louder. The door slowly opened, followed by an odd organ solo.
The room was completely pitch black, not a single speck of light was visible, other than a single candle in the middle of the room. Oliver sighed as he walked into the room, turning the light on. He heard a loud hiss on the other end of the room, as the one living within focused on all three of them.
Mike Malkolkski was his name, and in the academy's jargon, he was known as the Ultimate Vampire. He had singlehandedly created the biggest clan of vampires in all of Japan, causing people from all over to join it. Of course none of them were true vampires, but how the acted and behaved, you would believe they were.
He had long smooth black hair, and bright crimson colored eyes. He had pale skin, like that of a vampire, though he put on some make up to look paler. He was wearing a white scarf around his neck, hiding his supposed fang holes from when he was "Turned". He was wearing a black hooded cloak, reaching down to the floor, underneath he was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, matching black pants and boots.
Rather than having a bed, he had a pure black coffin in his room, decorated with red felt and the softest mattress in the the world, or so he said. No one wanted to sleep in a coffin so they didn't truly know how soft and comfortable it was.
"You dare disturb our slumber?" the boy asked, glaring at his friends. Oliver sighed, pinching his eyes.
"Bro, it's 2 in the afternoon...I get that you like this whole vampire thing, but you aren't one alright?" he said. The boy chuckled, shaking his head.
"Foolish mortal, you dare compare our kind to yours? We are eternal creatures of the night. Our craving for blood is only satiated on the night of the full moon." the boy replied. Rika sighed, entering the room, holding onto the strap of her gun.
"None of us want to be sparkling faggot vampires, now listen, we have an important game and we need you there." she said firmly.
"You come into my realm, insult my kind and then ask me to participate in an ungodly ritual?" the boy asked, wrapping his cloak around himself. He held his arm out, his pet bat clinging onto his arm. They all ignored the creature as it hung upside down in front of them.
"I'm sorry for Rika, but she's right...we need your help Mike...we truly do." Oliver said. Mike smirked, slowly walking toward his classmates. All of them backed away instantly, as he bared his fangs.
"I'm disinclined to acquiesce your request." he said. They all just looked at him oddly.
"It means no." he said, in simpler terms.
With that the boy pushed them out of his dorm, slamming the door closed. Rika glared at the Ultimate Paintballer, her arms crossed in disdain.
"So...what were you planning to do if he didn't agree?" she said. He shrugged, quickly spinning around. He roundhouse kicked the door, sending it flying open. Before the Vampire could do anything, he was shot in the neck with a tranquilizer. He fell to the ground unconscious, his bat hissing loudly.
"Now then, let's get him to the training grounds...Keiko, next one is yours." he said, pulling some rope from inside his bag.
Aquamarine Yuuki was an odd girl. Well odd in the sense that she loved fish like nobody's business. She was a very amicable girl, friendly toward anyone, even mean people. But that usually put her on the ass end of a joke, something she never really liked. Still she made her best effort to get to know everyone on a personal level.
She was a beautiful young woman, with aqua colored hair that reached past her back. She had sunkissed skin and vibrant turquoise colored eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless blue shirt, with a scale like designed to it, the shirt was lowcut, revealing quite a bit of her cleavage. She was wearing a golden necklace around her neck, with a mermaid on it, further bringing more attention to that area. She was wearing a tight fitting skirt, which was aqua colored and had more scales on it. It reached down to her ankles, and had flat fins on it, making her look almost like a mermaid. She was wearing blue sandals, her nails painted aqua to match the rest of her theme.
She spent most of her time in the pool on the second floor. She was one of the best swimmers on the swim team, coming shy of Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer. She didn't care much for the sport, she wanted to be a good swimmer due to her chosen profession, Marine Biology. She had made several new discoveries, including the discovery of a rare shark that lived on the coast of Japan, and had been hiding for nearly a hundred years. No one had ever found it, but she had been able to locate it with ease. This was of course after she accidentally fell off a fishing boat, but she was still able to discover it.
It was today that she was heading to the aquarium to help the caretakers wash the seal enclosure. While the others did the cleaning, she would play with the seals, while also conducting research. Sometimes the kids would come over and ask her questions, and that usually turned into a seminar. It had brought quite a bit of attention to the Aquarium, and had made their ticket sales skyrocket. That made her and the owners happy, it meant the animals would be well taken care of.
Well, that was the idea...at least until she heard what sounded like a dolphin. She stopped in her tracks, looking toward the pool. The sound filled her ears and she grinned, running toward the pool. Maybe someone had surprised her and put dolphins in the pool, like she had originally wanted to do. She quickly raced through the Locker room, heading into the pool.
She however saw nothing, nothing but the empty pool at least. Ever since the dodge ball tournament, no one had been using the pool. They were keeping it clean in case one of the classes chose a swimming event. Which made it more apparent that she had been duped. Hearing the cry again, she looked down, seeing a miniature dolphin plush, sitting next to a radio. She knelt down, taking the plush in her hands.
"Well...you aren't a real dolphin, but you are adorable." she said, kissing its snout. She looked up, eyes widening a bit as a large metal cage fell over her, successfully trapping her inside.
"Target secured."
"Keiko, what is the meaning of this!" Aquamarine cried, clutching the bars of her cage. The silver haired girl just gave her a deadpanned look.
"We need you to help us, we were challenged to that paintball game after all." she said.
"God is this what this is about? I already told you I am working the aquarium that day." she said.
"And we're telling you that you need to be there. We already caught Count Moron, we need you to help us Aqua." Oliver said, walking into the pool with Mike over his shoulder.
"I will get out of these bindings soon enough. And you shall face the wrath of my entire coven!" the boy exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Rika cried, driving the butt of her rifle into his back, causing him to hiss in pain. Aquamarine sighed, shaking her head.
"If I join you can I keep the dolphin?" she asked.
"Of course, I made that for your birthday...his name is Steven." Keiko said, the girl grinned.
"Alright, I'm ready to Paintball!" she said happily.
"Nice, now to wrangle up the rest of our classmates...any idea where Toshiro is?" Oliver asked.
"Is there an open street nearby where he can paint?" Rika asked curiously.
"Oh, I saw one near the back of Hope's Peak, it was a large abandoned building that used to be part of our campus." Aquamarine said, earning nods from her classmates. Keiko easily lifted the cage, allowing her to come out.
"Lead the way then."
Toshiro sighed as he looked at the blank canvas, or rather the empty wall in front of him. He hadn't been inspired to paint anything in the last week or so. He had a bucket filled with spray paint cans next to him, hoping something hit him. He ran a hand through his crimson hair, putting his yellow cap back onto his head.
He was a young man of eighteen, hailing from Boston Massachusetts. He had rapidly discovered that Japan was way different than the United States. For once, street art wasn't as common here than over there. It made it hard to be inspired when no one drew on the walls. He had silver colored rings on his ears, and long silver chains around his neck. He was wearing a sports jacket over a wife beater, his green jacket placed on the ground beside him due to the heat. He wore a pair of black jogging shorts and white sneakers.
He remembered the day he had been scouted for Hope's Peak Academy. He was actually part of another academy, Morning Hope Highschool, which was in the state of Nebraska. He had been the Ultimate Street Artist there as well. He had been running away from the cops after spray painting on a blank billboard when he bumped into a foreigner. That foreigner had been Koichi Kizakura, who had come to the United States to see how the students of Morning Hope Highschool behaved. He had been impressed with the boy's skill and extended an invitation as an exchange student, he readily accepted it, hoping to broadening his artistic horizon.
But now that had been in Japan for two years, he hadn't been able to come up with a style or anything permanent. He had done some street art for some stores and the like, but he hadn't been inspired by anything. He sighed, a frown on his face.
"You know...maybe you should do stuff at random...rather than think of what you want to draw."
Toshiro looked up, seeing the face of Oliver, one of his classmates. The boy frowned, tossing a rock at the wall before him.
"I already tried that man, can't come up with anything." he replied, in a thick Bostonian accent.
Even while speaking Japanese, it was obvious he was from Boston. Oliver smirked, drawing his gun from his holster. He opened fire on the wall, different colors bursting against the wall. His gun clicked empty and he looked at his friend, who had a pensive look on his face. His eyes lit up and he grabbed some neon colors, running up to the wall. The sound of spraying filled their ears as they all watched the boy get to work. About ten minutes later, he dropped the can onto the floor.
The painting depicted all of his classmates, standing proudly over Class 77B at the end of their paintball match. Splats of color could be seen all over the painting. Oliver was standing at the front, his gun in hand, pulling the slide back, as Rika and Keiko stood behind him, rifles aimed upward. The last thing he did was sign his name on the corner of it, a smirk on his face.
"Dude, that looks killer...I totally love it!" Aquamarine cried, clapping her hands. The boy flushed, rubbing his neck.
"Aw, it's was nothing. I just connected the dots y'know?" he said.
"Well, I can see that you are willing to join us...and that's a good thing. Let's make that painting a real event shall we?" Oliver asked, holding his hand out. Toshiro nodded, shaking the boy's hand.
"Excellent, now let's see if we can track another one of our classmates." He said.
"I know just where to look, you wanna take a trip to the Botanical Garden?" Toshiro asked, earning curious looks from his friends.
"As long as there is no sunlight, I am fine." the shrouded Mike replied.
It took them awhile to walk up the five flights of stairs, but they finally made it to the fifth floor. As soon as they passed through the doors, they heard a rather obnoxious song being played through a boom box. The song had ended, but it had begun just as fast as it had, annoying the ones present.
"Prepare for total domination!"
"God I fucking hate this song." Rika said, lowering her rifle. She took aim at the purple boom box, pulling the trigger. The device exploded, sparks going in all directions. Oliver forcefully lowered the rifle, eyes wide.
"Dude, was that live ammo?" he asked.
"I don't know how it slipped in there, honest!" she said, giving him a shit eating grin.
"Like totally, you have to be messing with me. That boombox was brand new!"
A young woman stood in front of the students, dressed in the Hope's Peak Academy cheering uniform. It was a sleeveless shirt, with a white collar and white straps. The front of it was a deep shade of green, bearing the crest of the academy on it. She was wearing a white pleated skirt, with bright green patches in between each ruffle, underneath she was wearing bright green biker shorts. She was wearing white ankle socks and white tennis shoes. She had light brown skin, bright green eyes and dark auburn colored hair.
This was Haley Pilastri, the Ultimate Cheer Squad Captain, and the captain of Hope's Peak Academy's Ultimate Cheerleading Squad. While the others were just alumni, Haley had been the only one to actually get in with a cheering title. It all happened during the national Cheerleading Competition, when she forced her squad to do a horrible routine called Spirit Fingers, it was a rather infamous routine, that apparently nine other Squads knew. She blamed her father rather than herself, but still it was an embarrassing and frowned upon exchange. Thankfully, she had been scouted by the academy, and thus redeemed herself.
She glared at Rika, placing her hands at her hips. She was panting a bit, having most likely been in the middle of a routine. She hadn't been present during the Dodge-ball game, having left her squad to do the routine themselves. She had mostly likely been up there on her own. Oliver stood before her, giving her a wave.
"Haley, we were challenged to a paintball game by Class 77B. We need your help to beat them." he said.
"My help? I'm not good at paintball, you know what I am good at, cheering. Give me an N...give me an O, what does that spell? NO!" she cried, turning away from them.
"Ah, this mistress is on my team. I too do not wish to participate in this ritual." Mike said, earning a scowl from the cheerleader.
"So, it is my understanding that you don't wish to help us. Does that mean you want that class to make fun of you? To...belittle your Spirit Fingers?" he asked.
"Belittle? Those bastards wouldn't do that...they don't know what I am capable of!" she cried.
"Then why don't you used those spirit fingers to shoot a gun, rather than playing with yourself at night. Seriously, I can hear you." Rika said.
"Me too." Keiko added.
"I thought it was the dog that lived across the street from the school. Oh my god." Aquamarine cried, causing the brunette to blush.
"I do not play with myself. Fine, I'll join this little squadron, but If I am hit, I'm done for the rest of the game." she said firmly.
"Fair enough, that's actually how paintballing works." Oliver said. The girl nodded, picking up the pieces of her radio.
"You need to pay me back for this." she said.
"I ain't paying for shit."
"Rika." Aquamarine cried, causing the girl to grumble under her breath, giving her a nod. The Cheerleader smiled, glancing back at Oliver.
"If you want someone else, I know where we can find two more people." she said.
"Lead the way."
Emma was searching through the bottles in the art room, hoping she could find some colors to use. She glanced back at her pallet, seeing the dots of paint already on it. She grabbed some water based paints and a foam plate. Once back at her table, she squirted the two colors together, mixing them with a brush until she got a bright chartreuse. She grabbed a glob of it and placed it on her pallet, continuing her work.
She was a young woman with pale colored skin, and messy brownish blonde hair. She had dark colored eyes, and small lips. She was wearing a white smock top over a black tank top and some shorts. The smock was covered in hundreds of colors, from how much she used it. She was also walking around barefoot, something she did whenever she was focused on a painting. Currently, she was painting Mount Fuji, as she had recently visited it.
On a nearby table, a young man was busy putting the finishing touches on a bird house he had made for a project. He had copper colored hair, held back by a headband. He was wearing a flannel red shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing part of his undershirt. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans and some Timberland work boots. Around his waist was a tool belt, which had a few tools, a hammer, some screw drivers, a level, and angle ruler, to name a few. This boy was known as the Ultimate Carpenter, Ryoutaro Matsujima. The girl was named Emily Elizabeth Howard, Emma to her friends. She was the Ultimate Artist.
The two of them had become fast friends, mostly due to how much they used the art room. It had been awkward at first, but once they had gotten to know each other, they had become fast friends. Ryoutaro was used to her odd quirks, while Emma had gotten used to the sound of wood being cut in the back of the room. It was a friendly yet odd relationship. Especially when she took pictures of herself in the back room completely nude, for part purposes of course. It was even worse she begged him to do the same so she could paint natural human beauty. They had an odd relationship.
"So, when is your painting due?" the boy asked, trying to make small talk. The girl hummed to herself, absentmindedly tapping her chin with her paintbrush, smearing a bit of paint onto her skin.
"Next week...maybe? What about that birdhouse?" she asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon. I had to skip out on the game just so I could put some extra work. But yours is more important, it's going to be sitting at the Ueno Art Museum, aren't you excited?" he asked. The girl shrugged, as she continued painting.
"Not really, it isn't exactly my best work. Besides its just an art show, it isn't staying permanently." she replied. She washed her brush off, dabbing the sky blue as she added another coat to the sky.
"You strive so much, but nothing is your best work, not this and not that beautiful painting about the puppies." he said, putting the finishing touches on his birdhouse.
"I just haven't found my niche yet...or rather my muse. Ever since I saw the Sayori, I've tried my hardest to paint something like it, but I can't come up with anything. I started carrying a canvas with me, but still nothing. It's become rather difficult." she said, setting her paints down. The painting was done, so all she had to do was wait for it to dry.
"Emma, I'm not sure why you say this, but your work is amazing, just like you are. You can paint under any condition, that is a talent in and of itself." he said. She looked at him, lips pressed in a thin line.
"You say that because your my best friend. You don't have an artists eye like I do...say would you mind taking a picture of my breasts, I'm working on a self portrait." she said. The boy blushed, looking away from her.
"Clothed?" he asked.
"Of course not. I'm trying to capture real beauty, not clothes." she replied. He sighed.
"Emma, we need to stop doing that...you know how flustered I get when you make me take pictures of you." he said.
"It's just skin Ryu...nothing to be embarrassed about." she replied, an emotionless mask on her face, as usual. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, the throbbing erection in my pants isn't just my dick either." he thought to himself.
It was obvious that he was in love with her, but with Emma you couldn't exactly tell what she was thinking. She never showed her emotions like other people. Rather she showed them through her art. He had never seen her in love before, but he figured, if she painted with a lot of red or with hearts, she was feeling something. She handed him her digital camera and started taking off her smock top, placing it on the table. She reached for her shirt, taking it off as well.
"Whoa, we're doing this now?" he asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Well what if someone sees?" he said. She shrugged, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.
"It's fine, I'm comfortable with my own body." she said firmly.
She placed her bra on the table and stood up straight, brushing her hair away from her chest. He flushed, fumbling with the camera as he always did when she asked him for this. He rose it to his eyes, focusing the view finder until he had the perfect shot. He snapped the first picture, turning the camera to her.
"Hmm...that one is okay, let's try from another angle." she said. He nodded, getting to his knees. He took one from underneath, showing that to her as well.
"I think that one works...it shows...shadows." he struggled to say. He almost said nipple on accident, but he bit his tongue in time.
"I agree...but it doesn't show size as well...let me bend over this table and you can take it from the floor." she said. As she bent over the table, they heard a knock on the door, causing them to look up.
Oliver didn't know what the hell he had just walked in to. He saw two of his classmates, one covered in paint, and half naked, and another one with a camera in his hand. Ryoutaro dropped the camera, which clattered to the ground. He rose his hands up, bumping into the table.
"It isn't what it looks like!" he cried. Emma sighed, getting off the table. She didn't really care that she was being ogled. She quickly put her shirt on, placing her smock over it.
"Is there anything we could do for you? We're rather busy." she said.
"Showing him your titties? What's wrong with you?" Rika snapped.
"I require blood." Mike said, his nose dripping profusely.
Keiko slammed her fist against his head, knocking him out. Toshiro groaned as he had taken over for Oliver when carrying him. Shoes were now being drenched in blood.
"I wasn't showing him my "Titties" as you so eloquently put. I was asking him to take pictures of my breasts for a painting I am working on. We are busy, so speak." she said firmly.
"We need the two of you for the paintball game. Class 77B challenged us this morning." Oliver said, trying his hardest not to blush. Ryoutaro sighed, shaking his head.
"Sorry guys, I got three more orders I need to fill after this one. I can't take time off from them or I'll get screwed." he said.
"I have an art exhibit I must attend soon, so I am working on my paintings." Emma said.
"Come on guys, we've gotten most of our class together! We can definitely do this...when was the last time either of you spent time with other people?" Oliver asked curiously.
"Us spending time with other people doesn't have anything to do with it. Besides, how exactly will you get a hold of the others? Sona is away at the hospital, taking care of a sick patient. Chizu has to take care of his son, and who knows where Shinji is right now." Ryoutaro said, grabbing his saw.
"It's as Ryu said...we won't possibly be able to get all of them. Besides, do you not remember what the academy looked like the day after their paintball fight? It was total chaos...I made a painting of it you know." she said, pointing to the large canvas on the other end of the room.
It depicted the Second Floor of Hope's Peak Academy, which had been turned into a total paint bath. There was paint all over the place, hot pink, green and crimson being the most obvious. There were reports of a paint grenade being used. She also painted Classroom 2B, the one that Class 77B used as their classroom, and it looked like hell had gone through it. There was paint on top of paint, broken desks and windows all over the place. Oliver paled a bit, tearing his eyes away from the painting.
"I know but...come on, we gotta at least try. It'll be fun...and it will be inspiration for future paintings." he said. The girl narrowed her eyes in thought, smearing more paint on her face. She looked dead at him, an expressionless look on her face.
"Can I stay barefoot?"
"Will you keep your top on from now on?" he countered.
"Yes, but not in my dorm."
"Done...what about you Ryoutaro?" the black haired boy asked. He glanced at Emma, a frown on his face. She didn't really give him any facial cues. She blinked three times, a universal sign that meant yes. He sighed, giving him a nod.
"Aye, I'll join...but you gotta help me cut wood for my projects. I'll need all the help I can get." he said.
"Deal, now...we need to find a few more people. Carly already said she would join us, we need to get Sohara Takagi, Chizu Kaart, Shinji Narukami and Sona Cadenza." Oliver said.
"Four more people huh? What about Yasuke and Yuta?" Ryoutaro asked curiously.
"I told the staff not to let Yasuke into the Neuroscience lab until after the tournament. As for Yuta, I told the owner of Hansel and Gretel not to let him in until after the game." he said.
"Wow, so they need to show up whether they want to or not. Hmm...I know where we can find Chizu...but remember he has a kid so he might not agree." Ryoutaro said.
"Lead us there young carpenter!" Oliver said, earning a groan from Rika.
Standing behind a bar was a tall young man with a muscular build. He was six foot two in height, and weighed over 210 pounds. He was wearing a white dress shirt, accenting his muscles quite a bit. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants, with formal shoes. He wore a black vest over the shirt, with matching leather gloves. He had brown colored skin, and spiky blue hair. He was one of two students on campus with heterochromia. He had a bright violet eye, his other eye being white in color.
The crowd in front of him was clapping as he did tricks with the bottles, pouring the drinks into the glasses. He seemed to be a natural at it too. He grabbed three bottles and started juggling them, pouring bits from each one with each pass until the glass was full. He expertly caught the bottles, placing them on the shelf. Grabbing a lemon wedge, he placed it on the side of the glass and handed it to the customer, who handed him a wad of cash as his tip.
The place he was working at was a bar on campus. While it didn't serve alcohol during the day, due to there being students around, he was allowed to serve them to adults. He had gotten his training running his father's bar whenever he had the free time. He had been scouted by Koichi Kizakura into Hope's Peak Academy, as the Ultimate Bartender. He started wiping the counter down, mentally jotting down how much alcohol he had left. While the academy was loose on the rules with alcohol, he made sure to ID everyone that ordered, so he wouldn't get in trouble. The last thing he needed was a drunk sixteen year old running naked around campus.
He looked up, seeing a few familiar faces among the crowd. It was still rather early, but due to him working there, the bar was practically full to capacity. It also served as an Under 21 Dance club at night, where the Ultimate DJ would put on her laser shows. He gave them all a smile.
"Oliver and Company, what can I help ya with?"
"Hey Chizu, do you think you could talk for a few minutes?" Oliver asked.
"Sure, what about?" he asked curiously.
"We need you man, Class 77B challenged us to a Paintball fight and we need everyone from our class." Rika said, earning a nod from Oliver.
"We're gonna try to beat Class 77B and make it known that we're the better class. Come on you have to help us!" Aquamarine cried out, hugging Steven closely to herself.
"Sorry fellas, but I'm taking care of my son that day. If I wasn't then I would gladly help you out." he said, grabbing his rag.
"Hey, do you think I could get some Jack Daniels with a Splash of Gray Goose?" Keiko asked, earning various looks from everyone present.
"Sorry little lady, you must be over the age of twenty to drink." he said firmly. She dug her hand into her shirt, pulling out her Identification.
"I dunno...it's pretty early."
"Come on, do this for me and I won't tell anyone Jay Leno goes to your bar for gay bathroom sex." she said.
"Fine, but that's the only drink I'm giving you today. And that never happened." he said, grabbing the two bottles from behind him.
He pulled out a glass and placed it on shaved ice, coating the brim of it with the ice. He poured a bit of vodka into the ice, letting it seep onto the glass. He poured the two drinks into another cup, and started shaking them, flipping it through the air a few times. They all looked, entranced at the routine he started, just to mix a drink. He tapped the glass against the bar, pouring the mixture inside it. He placed a mint leaf on the edge of it, handing the glass to the woman.
"There you are." he said. She took a sip of it, waking up a bit.
"That's good, you're really an awesome bartender." she said, pulling out a wad of cash from her boobs, somehow not knocking her teddy bear out of it. He counted the money, smiling to himself.
"Thank you, this will surely help my son out."
"Whoa wait a minute, Keiko you're old enough to drink?" Oliver asked.
"I stayed back last year, I thought I told you this...I wasn't scouted until I was eighteen, and I slept all through last year." she said, sipping her drink.
"Nevermind that, Chizu if we find you a babysitter, can you come with us?" Aquamarine asked. The boy tilted his head in thought.
"Um...I suppose...but they have to be really good, and I need a background check." he said sternly.
xxx
"And this is my contact information, if you need anything you can reach me there." Sayaka said, handing the worried father a stack of papers. It was her resume, along with various contacts and emergency numbers. She also gave him a list of licensed nurses, hospitals and pharmacies in case she needed medicine.
"Well, how about it Chizu? The Ultimate Pop Sensation is also the Ultimate Babysitter, come on man." Toshiro said, struggling to hold onto Mike who was wiggling in his arms.
"Fine, I'll leave my son with Sayaka...if she autographs my CD." he said, pulling said disc from his vest. She rolled her eyes, pulling a pen from her pocket. She signed the CD and the case itself, leaving behind a cute smiley face.
"There you are." she said.
"I'll bring my son to your dorm tomorrow morning...along with all of his toys. He's very well behaved so he shouldn't be a problem."
"Don't worry, I love kids, and this is all training for when I have my own children. Although Hisashi doesn't want to have one yet. He's convinced he won't be "Father" material." she said, adding quotes to the word.
"Didn't you just start dating?" Ryoutaro asked, earning a nod from the Pop star.
"Oh yes, we just started dating...but I already know he's the one. He's so sweet and gentle, he doesn't even care that I'm an idol either." she said happily.
"That's what my neighbor said before he raped that girl on second street." Emma said emotionless, causing everyone to look at her.
"Christ, you are all kinds of fucked up aren't you?" Haley snapped.
"Not really...Sayaka would you mind if I take a picture of your breasts? It's for a painting." she said. Sayaka's eyes widened and she turned around.
"Absolutely not! I already had one nip slip, I am not going there again!" she cried angrily. Mike smirked, somehow snapping his restraints. He landed on the ground with a thud, spreading his cloak as if it were bat wings.
"Finally, I am free. The young Idol shall be my mistress of the night!" he cried, about to take a bite from Sayaka's neck. Rika took out her pistol, shooting him in the forehead with a paint bullet. He fell to the ground, crying in pain. Sayaka turned around, looking at the pasty boy.
"I should go, before someone gets hurt." she said.
"I'll call you later to set up a time, see you later Sayaka." Chizu said, earning a nod and a smile from the idol, as she disappeared down the hall.
"That takes care of that...all we have to do now is find Shinji. Sohara is currently on leave at the hospital as well, so it's pointless trying to get her today." Oliver said, glancing at Mike who was still writhing in pain.
"I may have an idea of where to find him. If you would follow me." Chizu said, leading them out of the main building. Emma grabbed a hold of Mike's leg, pulling him along.
xxx
The wind was blowing through his hair as he was running. He jumped onto a roof top, running just as fast as before. He jumped off, landing on the ground, rolling to soften the impact. He kept on running, jumping over a car that was about to cross the red light. He grabbed onto a railing and shimmied over it, jumping onto another building. He kept on running, climbing onto the roof.
He was a young boy of eighteen, with buzz cut brown hair. He had bright violet eyes and a tanned complexion from all the time he spent outside. He was wearing a hooded sweater, the arms being tied down with duct tape to reduce wind resistance. He wore a pair of skinny jeans for the same reason, along with some running shoes. He had a backpack on his back, filled with water and power bars for when he was low on energy. His name was Shinji Narukami, the Ultimate Freerunner.
He was coming onto the edge of the building, and spun around on his heel, back flipping off the edge. He quickly fixed himself, landing on the hood of a parked car. He rolled onto the street and used the momentum to propel himself forward. He kept on running his breathing hard but controlled. He turned the corner, running toward a building in construction, the Ultimate Freerunning paradise. As he crossed the street however, he didn't see the person in front of him. A gunshot filled his ears, and he fell to the ground.
"Oh god my fucking knee, that's my knee, dammit...shit!" he cried, clutching his knee in pain.
"Why did you shoot me you asshole?!" he shouted, looking at Rika who was trying her hardest not to laugh.
"We needed a way to stop you man...sorry." Oliver said.
"You could have just called out to me. Christ!" he shouted.
"Maybe I was wrong, I'm sorry for shooting you Shinji." Rika said.
"Fuck you man, you suck! Stupid bitch with a gun, you could have just called me, you could have just walked away. But you didn't...so fuck you, you dumbass!" he said, rubbing his knee.
"I know this may not be a good time, but we need you for our match against Class 77B." Oliver said. The boy glared at him in anger.
"How the fuck do you want me to go up against another glass when you shot my knee?!" he shouted angrily.
"Dude, calm down we got pills for the pain...we really need you man, we got practically the whole class together for this." Toshiro said.
"Indeed, it'll be alright...the pain shall diminish soon." Chizu said, giving the boy a smile. Shinji sighed, sitting up. He noticed his knee didn't hurt as much as it did before.
"Ugh...fine, but I get my choice of weapons." he said.
"Agreed, alright! We got the whole class to agree!" Oliver cheered loudly.
"Nice job, I didn't have faith in you at all...but seeing all of us here, I gotta say you did a great job!" Rika said.
"That makes me feel so much better." he said.
"I'm free!" Mike shouted, covering his face as he ran. Emma grabbed his shoulder, punching him in the gut. He groaned in pain, instantly passing out.
"Damn, she's got him on a leash!" Shinji said. The girl gave him a smile, or rather a deadpanned, sort of smile.
"I do my best."
"Back to the classroom guys." Oliver said, Chizu volunteered to help Shinji as he was limping.
Xxx
Back at the classroom, three girls were currently waiting for their class to show up. They had been hanging around the windows, glancing down at the large courtyard of the academy. The first girl was a transfer student from Seattle Washington.
She was a young girl of sixteen, with long brown hair that reached down to her mid back. She had a fair complexion, with dark brown eyes. She had a bit of blush on her cheeks. She was wearing a violet colored shirt, under a brown blazer which she kept half buttoned. She was wearing a brown skirt, with white socks and black shoes. This young woman was known as Carly Shay, the Ultimate Internet Personality. She had been invited to attend the school after her popular Webshow ended up hitting the top of the Internets most viewed shows on the web. It had been a shame, but she still ran her show along with her friends who were on the other side of the world.
The girl next to her stood a bit taller than her, and had strawberry colored hair. She was wearing a blue short sleeved shirt, with a red cross on the sleeve. It had various other markings on it, along with the letters E.M.T. on the back. She had a fanny pack around her waist, filled with all of the equipment she would need. She wore a short skirt, which was a navy blue color. She wore heeled boots, and short socks. This was Sohara Takagi, the Ultimate EMT.
She had been the youngest EMT in history, after saving her mother's life. She had dedicated her life to emergency medical treatment. So much so that she had passed her test and gotten her own ambulance. When there was an emergency, she was the first one there, and did her best to help everyone make it out alive. So far, no one had died under her care. A miracle in and of itself.
The final girl was a tall young woman, with lengthy black hair, tied into a high ponytail. She had dark eyes and was wearing a thin pair of sunglasses on her face. She was wearing a pink turtleneck sweater, which had thin stripes running down it. She was wearing a pair of short black shorts, with white panty hose underneath. She was also wearing a pair of sandals. Over her body, she was wearing a white Doctor's coat, and around her neck was her stethoscope. Sown onto the breast pocket was her name, Sona Cadenza, the Ultimate Doctor.
She sighed, glancing away from the window. Carly looked up from her phone, a frown on her face.
"Something wrong Sona?" she asked.
"Yeah...I couldn't save someone today. She was a young woman, giving birth...her baby was two months premature. We had to do emergency cesarean on the spot, and she bled out before we were able to do anything. The baby doesn't look good either."
"I'm so sorry Sona, I didn't know you had a rough day." Sohara said, hugging the young woman. She smiled, sighing a bit.
"It's alright...I've already come to grips with it. I can't save every life, but I can make sure that I do give it my best effort." she said.
"It might be a coincidence but, I was helping a woman give birth today too. A beautiful baby boy." Sohara said happily.
"Huh, that is a coincidence." Carly said. She pulled out a fidget spinner from her pocket, and started playing with it, the two girls looked at her.
"Is that a fidget spinner?" Sona asked.
"Oh yeah, I thought it was a stupid toy, but I ended up buy fourteen of them." she said.
"Fourteen? What the hell do you need with that many?" Sohara asked curiously.
"They were cute!" she said simply.
"I don't understand why I have to be here." Yasuke said, walking into the room, with Yuta behind him.
"Me either, Miss Del Rio didn't let me buy anything today!" he cried angrily. Oliver walked in after them, the rest of the class after him. Everyone instantly went to their seat. Oliver stood at the front, looking over the fifteen students present.
"Alright, all of us are here and accounted for. So here's what's going down. Class 77B has challenged us to a Paintball fight...they think they are so good at it because they had their own war here. They creamed the Student Council, let's get it out there." he said.
"Yes, how are we going to be able to beat them?" Carly asked, a little scared at the prospect of paintball.
"Simple, we beat them with good old fashioned teamwork. They are a tight nit group, Christ it was obvious Daisuke was the one that gave that girl food poisoning. They are willing to take the fall for each other, they trust each other, something we don't all have. But we need to gain it, in three days or less. So here's my plan, we will be practicing on the field." he said.
"Practicing, like with real guns?" Haley asked.
"No dumbass, we can't use real guns. We'll be using these." Rika said, tossing her a paint bullet. The girl looked at it, seeing the hot pink tip on the bullet.
"I can attest to you all, it hurts like a motherfucker." Shinji said, still icing his knee.
"Yes, it may hurt, but we must all come together. We need to show them all that Class 77A is not to be trifled with. We need to break their bonds, and use that as our advantage. Together, we can win...by the sweat of our brow, and the strength of our backs, we will achieve this, our Independence Day!" he said firmly.
"Yay!" Emma said, emotionless as she started clapping her hands. She was quickly over taken as the rest of the class started cheering. They all stopped when they heard a knock on the door.
"Do you wanna lose a paint war? Come on then you can try...you can try to beat us, defeat us...but you will never truly win! Do you wanna lose a paint war, because you're all loosing this paint war!" Daisuke sung, laughing as he went. Oliver grit his teeth.
"Alright then, if its war he wants, then its war he'll get. 77A, we will defeat them and become the best class in Hope's Peak Academy, or we will die trying!" he said.
"YEAH!"
Daisuke smirked to himself as he walked down the hall. He was entirely confident that he was going to win. They had been through a lot together, but Class 77A didn't have the bonds they did. It was going to be a savage fight, and both sides were going to be tested. In the end, the one that one was going to live in glory, while the loosing side lived in infamy, for the rest of the school year.