A/N: Well guys, this is it...welcome to the final arc of The End of Hope's Peak Academy. It has been a long and hopeful ride, but we all knew that this was going to end soon. There is nothing but despair on the horizon, and we will all get to see how Daisuke deals with his world rapidly falling apart around him. While some chapters may be filled with hope, there is nothing save despair ahead of him and class 77B. With the official arrival of Junko Enoshima, there is no more time...the final arc is here, and it will be a hard one to read and write.
I'm not beating around the bush this time, normally I would tall you out with some stuff on the notes, but not tonight...you can all read this without my usual banter...so I hope you all enjoy it. I wanted to also say, In The School Life of Mutual Killing, I said that Class 79 had 32 students, I actually changed it to just Sixteen, I didn't feel like adding a class A or B, so it's just Class 79.
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 40
The Beginning of the End
"Hey look, there's the smelly kid!"
"Quick, throw him in the trash!"
Growing up, I didn't exactly have the best childhood. I would always get beat up, because of my frail nature. I was shy, and antisocial...I didn't feel like speaking with anyone.
"He came home from school again, those kids beat him up."
"He'll be fine, kids bounce back easily."
"You can't keep saying that! What if he stops going to school all together, Christ all he does is sit in front of that damn tv all the time!"
"Like it's my fault that our son is antisocial, maybe he gets it from you!"
My parents would always argue...but I would tune them out...the only thing that made me feel better was anime. I could lose myself in my favorite series, and completely forget about everything.
Ryouta blinked a few times, as he replayed the sequence had just finished. He grit his teeth in anger as he started tracing the lines again. His eyes were dark, from lack of sleep. He didn't even remember the last time he actually laid down on his bed. His room was a mess again, littered with papers, ideas for episodes that weren't ready yet.
"I have to make this the best anime ever. It needs to inspire hope." he said quietly, grinding his teeth as he drew the scene over. He heard a sigh behind him, but didn't turn around. He already knew who it was.
"Mitarai...have you been sitting here since I left?" the Impostor asked.
"Of course not! I've slept."
"Could have fooled me...I've only been back for a day, but I can tell you haven't been taking care of yourself. Here, at least take a food break." the chubby boy said, placing some fresh food on the desk.
"In a minute, just a few more frames." he replied.
"Sure...I may not want to search through his browser history, but Teruteru makes excellent food. There are only two things that can make a man truly happy in this life, food, and carbs...they'll always be there to support you." the teen said, walking toward the room. He paused, looking back at the Ultimate Animator, a frown on his face.
It had been two days since Class 77 had returned home from their summer trip. The days seemed to melt away as they had fun together. Soon enough, they had to go back home, as it was time to welcome the new class of students. The Ultimate Impostor looked up at the sky, as he lost himself in thought.
"Mitarai...is anime truly superior to everything? Wouldn't you want to make some real friends?" the boy asked, a frown on his face.
Xxx
"Here you go miss, this is your stop."
"Thanks buddy, you can keep the change!"
"Wow, thanks so much!"
The girl smirked as she got out of the cab, leaving her purse behind. She walked through the crowd, listening to the taxi drive off. She stopped walking when the car exploded a few seconds later, an entire crowd gathering, all of them screaming and shouting in panic.
This young woman was considered one of the most beautiful in the world. She was famous for being a rather popular fashion model. She had long strawberry blonde hair, tied up into messy ponytails, one with a red and white bow, and the other with a white bear pin. She was wearing a leopard print coat, with a fur collar. She wore a matching leopard print skirt, and some open toed heels. She had a pair of sunglasses on her face, her face split into a grin.
"What's up bitches! Junko Enoshima has finally arrived!" she cried, as if to get the attention of the people around her. Everyone ignored her however, as she kept on walking into the airport.
"And just like that, one of the two girls that would plunge the world into despair had arrived. Soon enough, the entire would be driven into chaos...the first, a beautiful young woman, with a bright personality. The second, brash, stupid, smelly, and an all around idiot..she was the beautiful young woman's older twin sister...Mukuro Ikusaba, the second half of the Ultimate Despair."
"Um...Junko what are you doing?" Mukuro said, looking up at her sister. She was sitting on a stack of suitcases, jotting down something on her notepad. She looked the girl over, lowering her sunglasses.
"Like gross, why did you come here dressed in camo?"
"Um...I wasn't exactly at the academy...I was called by some friends...so I had too..."
"Okay seriously stop, have you heard of Tic Tacs? God you're breath reeks!" Junko cried, jumping down from the stack of suitcases.
"I'm sorry, I did brush my teeth before I arrived...so what were you doing just now?"
"Oh that? I was narrating, I do that now." Junko replied.
"The young warrior, tactless, brainless just stood there, unable to comprehend what her beautiful sister was doing. She had no emotion on her face, almost like a rat that's being eaten by a snake."
"Yawn, that's enough of that. So, like did you get information on the academy?" the girl asked. She held her hand out, flagging down a limousine that was driving around the airport.
"I've found plenty...are the modifications to that manuscript complete?" Mukuro asked.
"Of course, changing a few things here and there was childsplay...there were some...nifty ideas in there...some that we can put into practice." Junko said, a look of excitement on her face.
"Miss Enoshima, I wasn't expecting you to be here." the driver said. He was familiar with the young woman, as he had been her personal driver before she had left for Milan.
"Hello, like can you take me and my ugly ass sister to Hope's Peak Academy? Both of us are students there now!" she said, earning a nod from the man.
"Please, it would be an honor." the man replied. Junko wordlessly got into the limousine, followed by her sister who took the seat directly beside her.
It wasn't long before they had left the airport, enroute to their new playing ground. The two of them were busy downing some of the champagne that had been provided for them. Junko set her glass down, glancing at her sister.
"Like, did you get more freckles on your face?"
"Huh? I don't think so." Mukuro replied.
"You totally did, stop lying to me dumbass." the fashionista cried, grabbing the ice pick beside her. She started jabbing her sister with it, the girl easily redirecting each attempt.
"You are so boring, and a fucking liar too...don't you know that lying to me is useless? Then again you are a disgusting trollop!"
"Wow, Junko is trying to stab me with an Ice pick...she really does want to fill me with despair."
"How are your reflexes?" the blonde suddenly asked, pulling a grenade from her pocket. She pulled the pin, tossing it to Mukuro who still had a smile on her face. She easily caught the grenade, tossing it out the window, causing the car behind them to blow up. Growing tired, Junko finally sat down, crossing her legs once more.
"Anyway, did you find anything worthwhile at the academy while I was gone? You better have, you have no fucking idea how hard it is to hide the shit that I did."
"I did find something, how's my niece by the way? Is she doing fine?" Mukuro asked curiously.
"She's with a nanny, for now at least...anyway spill the beans. Like tell me what you found!"
"It was something called the Izuru Kamukura Project...everyone in Hope's Peak Academy is a bit wary. All of the staff were followed by security while the school was empty for the summer. I wasn't able to find much, only the trustees know the details." Mukuro said.
"The trustees huh? Upupupu, looks like we have our targets then...when we get to the academy, let's do what we do best eh?" she asked, earning a nod from her sister.
"And so, the tragedy that would bone the entire world, the Most Despair Inducing Event in all of Human History was set in motion. And no one would know, that two girls were the start of it."
"Sis...not to interrupt your narrating but...what about Hisashi? Does he know about your daughter?" Mukuro asked, earning a growl from her sister.
"Hell to the no! That is our little secret, besides he like totally forgot everything...our friend Yasuke took care of it!" she said, giving her sister a wink.
"Alright...I just don't like leaving loose ends."
"Neither do I...one of these days I'm going to kill you." Junko said, earning a giggle from her sister.
"Oh Junko, I love you too!"
xxx
"Are you sure she's coming back today?"
"Kizakura has been telling us this entire week hasn't he?" Sonia said.
"Well yeah but how reliable is he? He was drunk when he let us know." Fuyuhiko replied, earning a sigh from the princess.
"Yes, but he does know what's going on around here. We were gone for the entire summer, obviously he's the best source of information!" She said.
"Like it or not, he's the only source of information we got! Let's just focus on setting up!" Kazuichi said, helping Teruteru with the food.
Chisa Yukizome their homeroom teacher finally had her suspension annulled. That meant that she was able to come back as their homeroom teacher. Aside from the few events they had as a class, she hadn't seen them at all. The Ex-Ultimate Housekeeper was dying to see her kids again, so Chiaki and Daisuke planned a welcome back party.
The desks had been placed together near the back and covered in a white cloth. Upon it were several dishes, including some requested by the students themselves. Teruteru had been working hard with Akane in the kitchen, who had provided some of the meat from her Meats from Around the World subscription. Ibuki had gathered some spare streamers and party favors from the Valentine's day ball and had teamed up with Nekumaru to decorate the room. It was honestly looking like a small house party, which is exactly the feel that they all wanted.
"This is coming along great, wait...where the shit is Hiyoko?" Daisuke asked, looking up from his phone screen.
"Oh, she went to take a piss, said she would be back in a few minutes." Akane said, taking a bit from one of her steaks.
"Goddamn it, I told her not to drink all of that sweet tea, but does she listen no? Fucking hell." he muttered, sitting on the railing of the teachers desk.
"Don't worry, Chisa probably has to talk to the headmaster, so she'll be awhile...it'll be fine." Chiaki reassured, earning a smile from Daisuke.
"Thanks Chi, I'm glad that you're our Representative...I don't think I could handle all of this pressure." he said, giving her a grin. She giggled, shaking her head.
"It isn't hard, I planned all of those events in the past, besides you did my job better than I did." she replied.
"Only because we both have the same thought process...sort of." he said. His phone started ringing, causing him to frown. He dug his hand in his bag and pulled it out.
"I gotta take this, give me a second." he said, walking to the other side of the room. He flicked it open, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey asshole, you finally back in town, because I wanna talk to ya!"
"Christ, what the hell do you want Jonas?" he snapped angrily.
"You know what I want, compensation! Your stupid book is a mockery of my person, so I want money."
"You can kiss my ass...no one in my novel is based around you or your faggot ass mustache, so stop fucking asking me for money!" the boy snapped, hanging up the phone. He sighed, gritting his teeth.
Ever since he had published his book, Jonas had gotten a hold of his phone number. He had been claiming that one of the characters in Distrust had been based around him and he felt insulted. He was once one of Daisuke's closest friends, along with Sylvia, but the two of them stabbed him in the back, leading him toward suicide. He had finally brushed the two of them out of his life, and now he came rearing back.
"You okay Dais? Anything wrong?" Kazuichi asked.
"Nothing you should concern yourself over...just something personal." he said.
"Right, I forgot...isn't the Entrance Ceremony for Class 79 today?" Ibuki asked.
"That's right, I'm going to take pictures, especially because Erika is in that class. It's been so long since I've spoken with her." Mahiru said, a look of excitement on her face.
"My sister was excited too. She wanted to hang out with all of us as soon as she got through those doors. I guess she'll be part of our shenanigans now." Daisuke said.
"Same here, Natsumi has been counting down the minutes until today. She keeps telling everyone she's the Ultimate Little Sister though." Fuyuhiko said, earning a chuckle from Peko.
"Sir Daisuke's blood relative has quite the power. She alone has enough to lead an entire army, she shall need to prove herself to this dark lord." Tanaka said, smirking beneath his muffler.
"Damn Hiyoko, this is the longest piss ever...did she fall in?" Ibuki cried, glancing at the clock. The girl had been glancing at the clock every so often.
"Maybe she had to take a shit!" Nekumaru cried, earning a groan from everyone.
"Girls do not shit." Sonia said.
"Uh...yes they do." Kazuichi said.
"No they do not!" Sonia replied.
"Yes they do, every body shits, didn't you read that book when you were being potty trained?" he asked.
"With all due respect Kazuichi, I am a princess...I wasn't potty trained by anyone. I learned it all by myself." Sonia said proudly.
"I'm a big kid now!" Daisuke sung, earning a laugh from Fuyuhiko, the two sharing a fist bump.
"Whatever the case, I must say that ladies do not simply shit." Sonia said, a firm look on her face.
"While I wish to concur with Sonia, I must deny your claim...we all shit, it is unavoidable." Takane said.
"How eloquent of you...you could have said something else." Peko added.
"Guys are we seriously talking about shit? Can we please not talk about that anymore!" Daisuke said.
"Um...If I may, I can give you all a second opinion...perhaps we should review how the human digestive system works?" Mikan said.
"No!" they all cried, making her eep in fear. Daisuke's phone rung again, making him groan angrily.
xxx
"You wanted to see me sir?" Chisa asked, facing the headmaster of Hope's Peak Academy, Jin Kirigiri. The man smiled warmly.
"Indeed, I wanted to welcome you back to the main course. I have lifted your suspension, so you are free to take over your class once more." he said.
"I can teach my first group of kids again?" she asked, excitement in her eyes.
"Yup, they're all yours...honestly I should have taken the heat for that bomb thing. But now that this is all over, I can hand the keys over to you. Class 77B is all yours." Koichi Kizakura said, taking a sip from his flask.
"Huh? Are you serious?" Chisa asked.
"Indeed, Chisa Yukizome, you are now Class 77B's homeroom teacher, from now until they graduate. Effective immediately!" Jin said.
"Oh thank you so much sir, this means so much to me...can I please go see them? I'll come straight back if you need me." she said, giving him a pleading look.
"Go on, I'm sure they've missed you too." the man said.
"Oh thank you!" she cried, practically racing out of the room. Koichi smirked, shaking his head.
"You've made her day boss man...now I can focus on scouting full time." he said.
"Yes, you did an excellent job this year, except we only have one Class for the 79th year." Jin said.
"Give me a break, I wasted all of my efforts with finding Class 78 last year, you won't mind a few missing seats. Besides, this years batch is quite interesting." Koichi said. Jin nodded, looking over the files of the incoming students. Two of them stuck out, Erika Del Rio, and Sylvia Amane Fuji.
"How exactly was it that you found these two particular candidates?" he asked, holding the files to the Scout. He chuckled, taking a sip of his flask.
"I didn't exactly discover Sylvia, my old buddy Ryusuke made it worth my while. I was already tracking her down when he offered me several million yen to take her in. I readily accepted, and of course bought you that new boat you asked for." he said, giving him a wink.
"And Miss Del Rio?"
"Erika had natural born talent. Her brother told me she was always designing clothes, so I had to see it for myself. This fine suit I have on was tailor made, all by her. In a single night might I add...befitting of the Ultimate Fashion Designer." he said, giving the man a smirk.
"I see...we truly do have an excellent talent scout then." Jin said, leaning back in his seat. Koichi smirked, pulling out another file.
This was the file of a girl from France. She had long flowing brown hair, that reached down to her waist. She had a fair skin tone, with bright blue eyes. She had a bright smile on her face. In the picture she was wearing a red tank top, with the word Amour written on it. He looked at the title, eyes widening.
"Ultimate Lucky Student...I thought you weren't drawing this year."
"Yeah well, let's just say her title was hand delivered to me." he said.
"Eh? Seriously?"
"I'll explain."
(Flashback)
Jin Kirigiri was walking back to his office, after having gone to another meeting. It seemed the trustees were getting ready for the new year, but most of them seemed rather tense. Especially since Jin was there, he figured it had to do something with that secret project, but decided not to say anything.
As he reached his office, and went to unlock it, a measure he had implemented after the incident that happened. He stopped and turned around, having heard someone calling out to him. He adopted a curious look as the Ultimate Story Teller ran up to him, a bit out of breath.
"Headmaster, I've been trying to catch up to you for awhile now."
"Daisuke, is something wrong? I wasn't aware you and your friends were back."
"Yeah, we got back just last night. We've been settling into our normal lives, when you passed by me earlier, you dropped this envelope. It looked important so I decided to follow you." he said.
The boy held the envelope out to him, which had been stamped with the seal of Hope's Peak Academy. Jin knew exactly what it was...he smiled, handing the envelope back to the young man.
"Why don't you open it and read the contents for me." he said.
"Sir?"
"Trust me."
Shrugging, Daisuke tore the seal on the flap, opening the envelope. He pulled out a sheet of folded paper, looking it over. His eyes widened a bit at what it was...it was a profile, a student profile. He looked at the information on it, finally spotting the name.
"Vanessa Larousse...Ultimate Lucky Student?"
"Indeed, you see this letter is part of the lottery we hold here. But after what happened with Nagito Komaeda, we decided not to hold one this year. However, it seems that this one ended up coming with me. You could say, she got extremely lucky." he said, giving the boy a wink.
"No way...I helped select a new student! That means she'll be in my sister's class, she'll be friends with Erika, and everyone else in the academy. I'll be sure to show her around Headmaster, count on it!" he said.
"I know you will...now let me have that letter, I need to contact this girl. She lives all the way in France, so it will be a long flight for her to get here. She's going to be rather excited."
(Flashback ends)
"Heh, you let Daisuke pick a new student? That is so like you." Koichi said.
"What can I say, I've grown fond of the boy and his talents. No one has the gull to have sex with his girlfriend inside my office. We were all dumb teenagers once, that's why I gave them extracurricular suspension, and yet they still went to the ball." the man said.
"Are you sure Daisuke isn't secretly the Ultimate Lucky Student? Because he has immense luck to not be caught like that."
"Nah, I believe he has another secret talent, aside from being the Ultimate Story Teller and the Ultimate Vocalist...at least we were able to convince him to come here. If he graduates with his class, I can gladly say, it was an effort well spent. Well, you should get going, we need to prepare for their welcoming ceremony."
"Ah, I hate this part of the year. Oh yeah, I got a call from Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba, both have returned to Japan and plan to rejoin their class." he said.
"Excellent, I can tell this is going to be a very productive year." Jin said happily, though in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think about the Izuru Kamukura Project, and the other things the Trustees weren't telling him.
Xxx
"Oh, am I really able to walk right in? What if they forgot me?" Chisa muttered to herself. She had been pacing in front of Class 2-B for awhile now. She was nervous, nervous that her kids wouldn't remember her. She smiled, thinking back on the eating challenge.
"Then again, I gave them a gastric exorcism...I doubt they would forget me that easily...but I'm so nervous!" she said.
She sighed, slapping her cheeks rather rough. She reached behind her back, tightening her apron, something she hadn't worn in a long time, due to the uniforms of the Reserve Course.
"Screw it, it's time to bite the bullet, no way in hell they would forget me." she said firmly, taking a hold of the door, she slid it open, her eyes closed.
"Hey everyone, remember me?" she cried, only to yelp in surprise. Loud pops filled the room, confetti flying in all directions. She opened her eyes, her kids were looking at her, bright smiles on their faces.
"Welcome back Miss Yukizome, welcome home!" they all cried in unison.
"Oh my...I really am home." she said.
"Come on teach, you actually think we would forget you? Just grab a plate and chow down." Akane said, already on her third steak. Chisa smiled warmly.
"I will, I've missed you all so much...it's been so long." she said.
"Not really, we still remember your assassination attempt." Daisuke deadpanned, earning a chuckle from the woman.
"I'm sorry about that, it was all in good fun."
"Tell that to Ryouta, the poor bastard had to get his stomach pumped...twice." Fuyuhiko said.
"It's quite alright, I enjoyed it...I got free ice cream!" the boy said.
"It was alright though, those events gave Chiaki plenty of ideas...we wanted to bring you back, but we gave up hope. We knew we couldn't do anything about it, except wait." Mahiru said, a small frown on her face.
"But Chiaki here was able to keep up morale, whenever we were all feeling down, she would plan something for us to do. Game tournaments, picnics, anything to cheer us up. And when she wasn't able to pick up the slack, Daisuke took over for her. We had an amazing time at the beach." Peko said, wrapping her arm around Chiaki's waist.
"It was nothing, I just wanted us to smile more. It was easy with Daisuke by our side, he was our driver most of the time." She said.
"Yeah, more like chauffeur...I could only take two of you at a time...that was horrible for my mileage." the boy replied.
"Well, I'm glad that you all value your friendships so much...hey wait, where's Hiyoko? I haven't seen her yet." Chisa said.
"She's in the can, it's been twenty minutes though." Ibuki said.
"Nah, she texted me, she said she had to go to the fourth floor because the ones down here were busted. Apparently someone thought it would be funny to throw a Cherry bomb into one of the urinals in the boys bathroom." Daisuke said.
"How the hell does that?" Kazuichi said.
"A very evil man who hates urinals!" Sonia said, earning chuckles from her friends. Daisuke was about to say something when his phone rang. He growled angrily, clenching his hand on the device. He sighed, flicking it open.
"I gotta take this, feel free to start would ya?" he said, pressing the phone against his ear.
"What's that about? Is something wrong?" Chisa asked, earning shrugs from her students.
"We don't know, Sonia you're his girlfriend, do you know?" Kazuichi asked curiously.
"Not exactly. He's been getting a lot of calls since we arrived from Yokosuka. He hasn't said who calls or what they are about, but he does get rather angry." she said.
"Whoa, I know you start dating Daisuke, but you have to tell me the details, how did it happen?" Chisa asked, earning a blush from the Ultimate Princess.
"I would like to tell you, but I would rather do it privately...were you there for the concert back in April?"
"No, I was out of town visiting my parents...why did something happen?" the auburn haired woman asked, earning smirks from everyone. The door slid open, an in walked the Ultimate Traditional Dancer.
"Oh hey, Miss Yukizome is back."
"Oh, you must be Hiyoko's sister, right?"
"No silly, I don't have a sister...we saw each other back in March...I haven't changed much." she said.
"Huh? What are you talking about? You're way taller and more bustier than before!" the woman cried.
"Yeah, her growth spurt was legendary." Mahiru said.
"With my new long limbs, I can turn Mikan into a pretzel!"
"I haven't done anything yet!" Mikan cried, earning a chuckle from the dancer.
"Aw, I was only kidding...maybe."
"Well, it's the same Hiyoko on the inside at least...wait...may I see your hand?" the girl asked. Hiyoko smiled brightly, holding her left hand out. The woman practically dislodged her arm.
"Ow, don't pull so hard!"
"What is this...what the hell is this?" she asked, pointing to the ring on her finger.
"That's my engagement ring of course...do you like it?" she asked.
"Who proposed? And why am I not a bridesmaid? You are an awful person for not telling me!" the woman cried.
"You wouldn't pick up your damn phone...and if you must know, he's right over there!" Hiyoko said, pointing to the other end of the room.
"No no no, for the last fucking time. I am not giving you any goddamn money, I didn't make any of my characters in your likeness. No! You're fucking pissing me off asshole, so you can take your fucking issues, write them on a piece of paper, and shove them up your fucking ass! Go ahead and sue me fuck face, I'll just get Victoria Feiji to handle my case...ah fuck you!" the Ultimate Story Teller cried, ending the call. He let out a shout of anger, kicking the nearby trash can. The metal bin flew straight through the window, breaking the glass. A dull thud filled the area, along with some surprised screams.
"Maldita sea la madre, me cago en Jonas y en el caborn que lo pario!" (Goddamn it it all, fuck that son of a bitch Jonas and the bitch that birthed him!) Daisuke shouted in anger, clenching his phone tightly. He sighed, taking a deep breath as he opened his phone, hitting the number two. A number was quick dialed and he placed the phone to his ear.
"Yeah, it's me...I need another window...yeah same dimensions...just take it out of my bank account...bye." he said, ending the call.
"I'm sorry everyone, but I got something I have to handle, I'll be back before the Entrance Ceremony...Chisa, I'm glad your back, I truly did miss you. We all did." he said, pausing to hug the woman. She hugged him back, a smile on her face.
"You better explain what all of this is about though...and you better invite me to your wedding."
"Don't worry, you're on the guest list, just let Teru handle the food alright?" he asked, earning a laugh from everyone. He stepped out into the hall a second later.
"I'll go see if he's alright." Sonia said, only for Hiyoko to take her hand.
"Don't, I can tell he wants to be on his own. He'll be fine, let's just give Chisa a warm welcome like we planned, okay?" she asked, the princess sighed, giving her a nod. Chisa smiled, seeing how close the two had gotten in the months she was gone. Her kids really did plant the seeds of hope, and took her message to heart.
xxx
"Well, I might as well check on Ryouta, tell him I finished his script." Daisuke muttered to himself.
Jonas was really starting to get to him. So much so that he had shut his phone off. Of course he still had his encrypted phone, but he didn't want to use that one as much. That one was reserved for an important mission.
He reached into his bag, pulling out the file from within. He looked at the stapled papers within, a smile on his face. He remembered the first episode Ryouta's anime. It had been beautiful, even if it was just trace work. He could tell the boy had put everything into it, so he wanted to write him the best damn script he could. It took him awhile, but he had finally found a way to make everything flow perfectly. This was forty pages of lines, along with a general story. He was sure the boy would love it. He placed it back in his bag, as to not lose it as he made his way to the old dormitories.
"OMG, is that who I think it is?"
The boy stopped at the sound of the voice. It wasn't long before his face was buried in someones chest. The person who had done it was hugging him rather tightly. He did his best to unhook their arms from around himself, allowing him to breathe. His eyes locked with the one who did it, his face turning into a smile.
"Oh my god, Junko...I didn't think you would be here." he said, this time hugging her properly.
"I flew in today, I'm so done with that fashion junk for awhile. But look at you, all fashionable yourself!" she exclaimed looking him over.
"This is my normal uniform though...well I did have my sister make me the vest." he said, glancing at the black leather vest he was wearing. It had his name on the front of it, along with his class number on it.
"You look totes adorable...oh right, I can't flirt with you...you're getting married right?" she asked, head tilted in curiosity.
"Yes I am, how did you know that?"
"Mukuro told me, remember? My ugly fat stupid sister?" she asked, pointing to the black haired girl standing next to them.
"Aw don't say that...I'm sure Mukuro has a lot of redeeming qualities. She seems nice at least." he said, earning a smile from the black haired girl.
"Yawn, don't bore me Dais...so come on come on, we should totally hang out for a bit. We're all being forced to watch that boring ceremony later...so it'll be fun to chill out until then." Junko said, earning a frown from the boy.
"I would love to hang out, but I have something I have to do...maybe tomorrow? Besides my sister is joining the alumni, she's a huge fan by the way. She said you are her big inspiration." he said.
"Aw how adorable! I can't wait to meet the little tyke...well if you don't want to hang out, we can meet up later...come on Mukuro." Junko said, pulling her sister along.
"Bye Junko, glad to see you back in school." he said, walking off toward the dorms. Junko smirked, pulling her notepad from her pocket.
"The boy so filled with hope, and the girl oozing with despair, this re-encounter was just what the world needed. His prideful book, had been turned into an instrument of despair, the likes of which would break the entire world, and his soul."
"Junko, you're doing it again."
"Shut the fuck up Mukuro, god you are so annoying!" the blonde snapped, causing the soldier to shrink back. Junko smiled, the despair on her sister's face was utterly satisfying.
After his brief meeting with Junko, Daisuke finally made it to the dorms. He walked down the empty path, looking at all of the old buildings. Some of them were still being used, but most of them were vacant. He quickly found Ryouta's dorm and walked toward the door, knocking on it a few times.
"Ryouta, are you in here? I'm coming in." he said, walking into the dorm. The curtains had been drawn, and there were bags full of trash everywhere. He could hear muttering coming from the other side of the door, along with scribbles.
"I have to get this done...I have to make this inspire people...it must have hope."
"Ryouta?"
"Huh...oh hello Daisuke...I wasn't expecting you." the boy said, not even turning around. The Ultimate Story Teller sighed, standing next to the boy.
"Christ look at you, you are worse than the last time I saw you. Has the Impostor brought you food yet?" he asked.
"He did, but I ate it already...I hadn't eaten anything in four days, so I ate it all In one sitting. It put me back by a few hours."
"Ryouta, you need to pace yourself man...I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. Look at you, you barely have any muscle on your body, your cheeks are caved in. You need to eat, matter of fact here, Sonia made me this bento earlier, but I didn't eat it. You can have it." he said, handing him the small wooden box.
"I'll eat that in a minute, let me finish this frame first." he said.
Daisuke sighed, reaching over to his hand, grabbing the stylus out of it. He let out a cry, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He handed him back a pair of chopsticks, along with the bento.
"Eat, then you can draw." he said firmly.
The boy reluctantly nodded, taking the box from his hands. Once he had started to eat, Daisuke calmed down, taking a seat at the corner of the bed. He glanced around the room, seeing the massive collection of anime the boy had.
He had shelves stacked with different animes, complete series and even some limited edition boxes. He even spotted some seasons of Pokemon, and all of the movies.
"You have nice collection...it's unlike anything I have, but still pretty good." he said.
"Thank you...I had to work hard to earn enough money for that. Thankfully, the academy provides enough funding for all of the materials I need, including anime." he said.
"This school certainly is something interesting...something..that inspires hope." he said.
"Daisuke...is something wrong?"
"Hmm? Not at all, by the way, I finished that script." he said. Ryouta's eyes lit up.
"You did? May I see it?"
"Did you finish eating?"
"I did look, it was amazing! Sonia really is a good cook." he said. Daisuke smiled, handing the boy the script he had worked on.
"I didn't know if you had given your anime a title, but I got one from Sayaka. I called it Paper Hearts." he said.
"Paper Hearts...I like it, I could even incorporate some new elements into it...and judging by this script, I can tell it'll be great. I'm almost done with the pilot episode."
"Huh? I thought you were done the pilot episode...I was getting ready to record my lines and everything." Daisuke said.
"I'm sorry, but I ended up redoing the entire series...what I had wasn't good enough...but now I have a script I can work around. It will be much easier this time around...would you like to see what I have so far?" he asked.
"Sure, I would love too...oh right, did you get that copy of Distrust that I sent you?" Daisuke asked.
"Of course, I'm glad you sent me an audio book. It made working on my anime and listening to it so much easier." he said. He set everything up, standing out of his seat to let Daisuke on. The boy pressed the play button, leaning forward a bit.
It wasn't that long of a video, thirteen minutes at most because it was incomplete, but those thirteen minutes were the best ones Daisuke had spent. Even though it was line work, everything had flowed perfectly. Just by watching it, he felt so much joy and hope in one single emotion. He could tell Ryouta had spent quite a lot of time working on it to make it that good. He wiped a few tears from his eyes, turning to face the boy.
"You out did yourself. If I may be so bold, I say this is your finest work." he said, earning a smile from the animator.
"Thank you Daisuke, it means a lot to me to hear your praise...but it's still a work in progress..nothing more than outlines." he said.
"Even still, the emotion behind it, the unbridled hope I felt? It truly is a masterpiece, and I'm so honored to be voicing one of the characters...truly I am."
"You flatter me, you wrote the script after all. It's the least I can do..now I have to get back to work on it. I'm sure you have more things to do than hang around here." he said.
"I got some time before I'm due back...you know...I've been thinking, maybe the others should meet you...I want you to at least have some memories with all of us. I'm sure the Impostor would like that too." he said.
"Oh...I dunno...I don't think I'm ready for that yet." the boy said.
"That's cool, whenever you want to..just let me know...you have my number." he said.
"Thanks again Daisuke, for your script...and..."
"Huh? Ryouta...are you alright?" the Ultimate Story Teller asked, looking the boy over.
"I feel dizzy...and a little faint." he replied. The boy suddenly collapsed, falling back, though Daisuke caught his arm before he fell. He carefully lowered him down to the ground, so he wouldn't get hurt. He placed a hand on his forehead, eyes widening.
"Christ, you're worse than I thought. When was the last time you went to the doctor? How long have you been like this?" he asked.
"Kiriko...gave me an exam...told me I was fine...I can't...I need to work on my anime." the boy said softly, shortly before passing out. Daisuke sighed, lifting the unconscious boy off the ground, placing him in the bed. He reached for his phone, turning it back one. Once it had powered on, he dialed the Impostor, holding the phone to his ear.
"Hey, this is Ryouta speaking.."
"Impostor, something happened to Ryouta...he collapsed, I need you to bring Mikan now." he said sternly.
"I understand, I'll be there in twenty minutes." he said.
"Understood, I'll call Kiriko as well." he said, ending the call right after. He sifted through his contacts, quickly finding the one that belonged to the Ultimate Physician. He looked over to Ryouta, the boy groaning a bit in his sleep. Was anime truly worth it, if it killed you in the end?
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"Now without further adieu, we welcome the students that will be joining us for the 79th Year...Class 79 of Hope's Peak Academy. As always, I will start by naming the new students and presenting them with their official ehandbooks. The first student is Misa Nishimori, the Ultimate Animal Whisperer." Jin said, earning a round of applause from the crowd.
The blonde girl walked up the steps onto the stage, her dog loyally following behind her. She was wearing a plain blue tee shirt, with paw prints on the hem of it. She was wearing a matching skirt and some heeled boots. She stood next to the headmaster, shaking his hand.
"Welcome to Hope's Peak young lady...here's your handbook."
"Thank you sir, you don't know how happy I am to be here. Can I please give my dog the title of Ultimate Dog? Even if it's unofficial?"
"I suppose, you are enrolled now so the trustees can't do anything."
"Eee! Did you hear that Rex, you have an Ultimate title like me now!"
"Bouf!" the dog cried, licking his owners face.
"Moving right along, the next one up is a young man who has traveled here from Spain. His name is Ricardo Vasquez, the Ultimate Ventriloquist!"
A fifteen year old young boy walked up to the stage. He had buzz cut black hair, and was wearing a crimson shirt, with matching black pants. He wore a pair of worn shoes, along with a leather belt around his waist. He had a dummy in his hand, dressed like a sharp business man.
"Hello everyone...say hi Ricky." the boy said.
"Screw you all, I woke up before nine for this crap?" the dummy snapped, earning laughs from everyone. The boy gave them a sheepish smile.
"My apologies, he's a bit cranky, jet lag." he said, accepting his handbook.
"Next is the relative of one of our other students. I would like to present to you all, the Ultimate Manga Creator, Natsumi Kuzuryuu!"
The blonde girl made her way toward the stage, loud cheers from the 77th Class going her way. She was dressed in a plain tee shirt, and a navy skirt, with matching black shoes. She adopted a firm look, grabbing the microphone from Jin's hand.
"Listen here you bastards, I may be a good manga artist, but that isn't my title. I am the Ultimate Little Sister, memorize it well. Hi big brother!" she said, waving to Fuyuhiko, who flushed brightly.
"Alright then, the next person is a young man who has a world record. He was able to preform three life changing surgeries all at the same time. He has the title of Ultimate Surgeon, let us welcome Akihiko Shouji!"
A young man of sixteen made his way onto the stage. He had short neck length black hair, and a pair of glasses on his face. He had bright green eyes, filled with sadness. He was wearing a white doctors coat, over a bright green turtleneck sweater. He wore a pair of matching brown pants with a leather belt, and some matching shoes.
"Welcome to the academy, would you like to introduce yourself?" Jin asked.
"I'm all set, thank you." he said, accepting his handbook. He sat down next to Natsumi, who had a firm look on her face. She whispered something to him, but he just ignored her. Jin decided to continue before she got pissed off.
"Our next student also has a sibling in our academy. She is quite well know in the Fanfiction community, her handle being SpiritShippergirl231. Let's have a hand for the Ultimate Fanfiction Shipper, Tsubaki Yamada!"
A beautiful black haired girl made her way toward the stage. She had her hair styled into two long twin tails, that almost touched the ground. She was wearing a black blazer, with a white long sleeved shirt underneath, a bolo tie around her neck. She was wearing a white pleated skirt, with long black tights and high heeled boots. The blazer had several pins on the lapel, including one she had bought commemorating the 79th Class of Hope's Peak Academy. She had bright blue eyes, hidden behind a thin pair of glasses. She stood next to the Headmaster, a grin on her face.
"Hello everyone, my name is Tsubaki, and I have written over four thousand stories on my Bo3 profile. If you have any pairings that you consider OTP's then you are shit out of luck. Yaoi, Yuri, Crack-fics, you name it, I've written it. So kiss that happy ending goodbye, because I'm here to ruin it for you. Oh and just so you know Big brother Hifumi, you're ass is mine when I get off this stage...you broke my laptop!" she said.
"I did not, I do not bother with objects that are 3D, my love is in the 2D world." the fat teenager cried.
"I don't give a shit, you broke my laptop and I'm kicking your ass, whether you want me too or not!" she said.
"Why don't you have a seat for now Miss Yamada?"
"Alright Headmaster." the girl said, her smile returning to her face. She sat next to Akihiko, leaning back into her seat, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was chewing.
"Now then, we welcome a young man who has the Guinness World Record for having the largest Retro Game Collection in the world. At 7,403 games, this young man becomes the sole owner of every Retro Game in the world, dating back as far as the 1960s. Give it up for Kazuto Itachi!"
A black haired young man made his way toward the stage. He was holding a Sega Game Gear in his hands, playing a Sonic game. He was wearing a light red shirt, with some Space Invaders on it. He had on a pair of black skinny jeans, and some sneakers. He stood next to the headmaster, accepting his ehandbook without uttering a word. He sat down next to Tsubaki, who just stared at him oddly.
"Quite...now let us welcome the next student, who also happens to have a talent with video games. This young woman is known as the Ultimate Beta Tester, having been in over four thousand different beta tests of very famous games. She is quite well known in the gaming community for her Twitch Channel, FoxyPrincess901...give it up for Kurumi Noire, the Ultimate Beta Tester!"
A beautiful young woman walked onto the stage, having long black hair almost as long as Tsubaki's. She was wearing a black shirt, with some white letters on it, over it she wore a long black trench coat. She was wearing a belt around her waist that had a small square buckle on it, which was glowing violet. She wore a pair of black pants, that reached down to her calves. She finished her outfit with a pair of combat boots.
"Hey guys, Foxy here...I just want to say thank you for allowing me to be part of the 79th class. I truly appreciate this chance, and will still work to bring quality content to my channel. I hope we can all become friends." she said, a smile on her face.
She took the handbook from the headmaster, taking a seat next to Kazuto who kept on playing his game.
Over the next half hour, several students had been introduced, including Sonia's brother Ashton, the Ultimate Prince, Asuka Nishimuraya, the Ultimate Librarian, who honestly looked quite out of place, and surprisingly enough, Tanaka's little brother, Otonashi, who held the title of Ultimate Veterinarian. The younger Tanaka however was not like his older brother at all, and actually spoke clearly. He also had his own dark deva though, which he named Shou-P, a rather odd name, if Daisuke had to guess. He also got to see Vanessa Larousse as well, the girl he had selected. He made a mental note to meet her in person later. They were down to the final three, all of them girls. Apparently, the ratio of boys and girls for Class 79 was leaning more toward girls, something that made the boys quite embarrassed.
"Well, we've had an interesting class so far...but now let us welcome another young lady. She has become known as the best Capriola fighter in the world. She is able to best even professionals who have been training for years. This young woman has trained hard her entire life, let us welcome Shizu Himura, the Ultimate Capriola!" Jin said, the crowd clapping loudly.
This girl stood at five foot eight inches tall, and had a very slender body. She was fifteen years of age, being born in Tokyo Japan. She had long blue hair reaching down to her mid back, and tied into a lose ponytail. She was wearing a yellow jacket, with a light colored shirt underneath, and black satin skirt. She was wearing a pair of light yellow sandals on her feet, in her arms she was clutching a stuffed Pikachu plushie. She gave crowd a shy smile.
"Hello, I'm Shizu and I want to be the best Capriola in the world. My favorite song is Eye of the Tiger, but I'm not a Karate Kid." she said, earning few groans from the other students. She accepted her handbook, and went to the back row, taking the seat next to Ashton.
"Now then, our next student is quite the mathematician. She is able to solve large formulas in her head without breaking a sweat. She's a graduate of Hope's Peak Elementary school, and had a high chance of earning her way here. She is well known for creating an equation that divides the number Googol into equal parts, and keeps the equation balanced. Let us welcome Sylvia Amane Fuji, the Ultimate Mathematician!"
This young woman was seventeen years old, with long flowing pink hair that reached down to her mid back, and was being held back with a black ribbon. She had ivory skin, and bright green eyes, a small nose and small lips, colored with crimson lipstick. She was wearing a strapless halter top, which was black in color, and accented her chest quite nicely. She wore a matching black skirt, with light orange netting over it. She wore long white stockings, and a pair of high heeled leather boots. Daisuke narrowed his eyes as soon as he made eye contact with her. She didn't scowl however, as he had been expecting her too. She just gave him a warm smile, something that really put him off.
"Um...hello...my name is Sylvia Amane, I would like you to drop Fuji from my last name if you could. That evil man is rotting in jail after breaking my mother's heart...I realized too late that I was a means to an end..and it made me realize just how insignificant I was to him. I've never felt this way though, at least not with number. In math, no number is insignificant, even a number as seemingly useless as Zero can be turned into a great number like 1 Quintilian. I hope we can all be friends." she said politely.
Daisuke was rather impressed with that little speech. No one had been saying anything, not even about her slip up during the ball. Then again, not a lot of people knew her and they didn't see her face without a mask. So she was safe from ridicule, for now at least.
"Next comes a very energetic young woman. She happens to be the younger sister of the Ultimate Story Teller, Daisuke Del Rio, who has made our academy rather famous with his book. Let us welcome, the Ultimate Fashion Designer, Erika Del Rio!"
"Yeheah!" Daisuke cried, standing up from his seat. He and the rest of his classmates started cheering loudly. Kazuichi had even brought an airhorn, blowing it loudly.
Erika was blushing a bit as she made her way onto the stage. Her skin had gotten a bit darker from the summer sun. Her long chocolate brown hair was left down, falling behind her like a curtain.
She was wearing a long white and black shirt, with long sleeves. The shirt was white in color, with black stripes running across it. Each stripe had a musical note sown onto it, including the Clefs. It made a rather unique pattern. She was wearing a matching beanie on her head, having pinned it down to her hair so it wouldn't fall off. She was wearing a pair of tight black pants, and some tan colored boots. She had a bag in her hand, which had her initials on it, in cursive letters.
"Hello everyone, I'm so glad to finally be here. I've admired this academy for a long time. When I heard my brother was part of the alumni here, I almost lost it. He had kept it a secret from me and my mom for a long time. But his teacher finally gave him the kick in the ass he needed to come here. I started working hard and what do you know, I was chosen too...now I can be with my brother, and we can help each other improve on our talents. So if you want me to design and make clothes for you, I will gladly do it. I've actually made something just for you Headmaster." the girl said, pulling out a tie from her bag.
It was a silky purple tie, made out of the softest materials. It had the crest of Hope's Peak Academy stitched into it, along with a black butterfly underneath. Above it, it had a pen and an inkwell, black thread representing in trailing down to the name of the academy. He took the tie, eyes widening a bit.
"This is amazing...you made this yourself?" he asked.
"Mhmm, I had some extra silk laying around and put it to good use. I want to see you wearing it, I worked super hard on it. You wouldn't want me to cry would you?" she said, becoming stern at the end. He chuckled dryly.
"No we wouldn't...I'll treasure it always...here you go Erika." he said, handing off her ehandbook. She walked to her seat, reluctantly sitting down next to Sylvia. She glared at the pinkette, who only had a frown on her face.
"Last but not least, comes my own son. He has been working rather hard lately, and managed to attract the attention of one of our scouts. It is with great pride that I present to you, the Ultimate Private Investigator, Hisashi Kirigiri!"
The boy walked up to the stage, dressed in his usual outfit. However, he had a pin on his lapel, similar to the one Tsubaki had gotten for herself. He stood in front of his father, giving him a handshake as he turned to face the crowd.
"It is with great honor that I join all of you here. I have been waiting for a long time to finally join this academy. I have made a great many friends during my time here, but now that I am an official student, I wish to aim higher. I want to help people, and will go to the ends of the Earth to do it. If you have a case that needs investigating, I'm your man...thank you dad." Hisashi said, accepting his ehandbook from his father. He sat down next to Erika, who gave him a bright smile.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Class 79 of Hope's Peak Academy, give them all a hand!"
Everyone stood up, clapping loudly for the incoming class. Everyone was cheering and whooping for joy, smiles on their faces. In the very back of the room, sitting next to her class, Junko smiled, looking around at all of the Ultimate Students. She had a bright look in her eyes, as she looked all over the place.
"The Ultimate Hope of the world, the Students of Hope's Peak Academy, all full of hope. Even the incoming class was oozing it, a disgusting feeling that needed to be eradicated. Despair is everlasting, there is no end to it. Hope can be squashed easily by Despair...they didn't know it, but this academy would soon become it's breeding ground, and they didn't even know it yet."
"Upupupupu!" the girl laughed, earning curious looks from her classmates. She ignored them, already coming with a plan of action. She would bring this school to it's knees, and she would use it's own students against it.
Deep below, underneath the main course building of Hope's Peak Academy, Izuru Kamukura woke up for the first time. His crimson eyes bore no emotion, no emotion other than boredom.