A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to Chapter 43 of The End of Hope's Peak Academy...
So, as I am posting this chapter, I am writing up the finale...Chapter 46 is the magic number here folks, so this story is coming to an end in just a few chapters. I would honestly like to say thank you for sticking with me this long, we're over the hump now, so now we're going downhill into a waterfall of Despair. So sit back, relax, grab a martini, or some other strong alcoholic drink, preferably Vodka or something that will burn your insides, because we are going to watch Class 77 fall into madness!
This chapter will be the after math of the Tragedy of Hope's Peak, and already blood and gruesome scene, made even worse by me, for your viewing pleasure. God shit, I'm sounding like Junko, I think she's broken me, just like she's breaking down Daisuke and his friends...you all get to watch as he slowly falls into despair, and it isn't pretty. I just finished writing Chiaki's execution, and goddamn, it, let me tell you...it was not fun. I watched this episode four times to memorize the dialogue so I could have something to build upon, and it just made me want to die every time...each one was another stab to the heart, and I honestly hate seeing my waifu die over and over again, same with Hiyoko and Sonia, I don't like watching them suffer.
Anyway, I've decided to go ahead and go with my Chronicles of Despair idea, which will serve as a bridge between The End of Hope's Peak Academy and The School Life of Mutual Killing. It will show what happens during those first two years of despair, as we watch the world slowly fall into madness! of course it will only be five chapters long, so there will be a lot of exposition and they will be long as all fucking hell. Each chapter will be set in a different time, Chapter 1 will obviously be the first few days, then Chapter two will be a few weeks after the fall, so on and so forth, so look forward to it.
And now, without further adoo, I give you another despair filled chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy!
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 43
The Truth Face of Junko Enoshima
"What...that is outrageous...what the hell do you mean, fourteen students are dead and you just...fuck all of you!" Jin shouted as he slammed the phone into the receiver. Kazuo Tengan, the previous Headmaster of the Academy sighed, shaking his head.
"Let me guess, the Trustees are brushing this under the rug?"
"As always...they don't even care that thirteen kids died, and that two are in critical condition. They want me to deal with it while they cower in their little offices. Fuck! Of all things to happen why now?" the man asked.
"Perhaps this is for the best...I understand that this is a major scandal...but if word that murder has taken place in the academy were to get out...it would truly be the end of Hope's Peak Academy." the man said.
"So what do you want me to do about it? Just sit here and swallow it? Because I'm not! One of my students is being held in a goddamn prison cell when we all know he is innocent! And I am not letting him take the fall for this." he said firmly.
"I agree, I've already told Kizakura to collect the boy, I wish to hear his version of it. Perhaps when the survivors awaken they can fill in the blanks that were left behind." he said.
"Yeah man, I'll go get him as soon as we're done here...you need to calm down." Koichi said, handing the man a drink. Jin sighed, looking at the cup in his hand.
"What of Junko Enoshima? Daisuke mentioned her being there, yet the cameras show that she was absent from this all."
"Perhaps the cameras didn't get her...it was pretty dark after all..whatever the case may be, you are now the Headmaster of this Academy. You have to make the calls around here, but I would advise you that you keep this under wraps. We wouldn't want the students to be worrying over this...they're already asking questions."
"What do we do then? Tell Daisuke not to tell? Seal off the Old School building until the bodies are lifted off the ground?" Jin snapped.
"You have to do whatever you have to do. I have stuff to do myself, I may not be headmaster anymore, but I still got things to do. There is something I must check upon. I've already prepared my resignation, unofficially, I will do whatever I can."
"I saw him...Izuru Kamukura...what exactly are you working on old man, and why haven't you told me about it?" Jin asked curiously.
"That is classified information I'm afraid...I'll be seeing you Jin, do take it easy would you?" Kazuo said, leaving the office. He grit his teeth, grabbing a hold of his whiskey bottle, taking a swig from it. He looked at it, a frown on his face.
"Everything will be just fine...it doesn't sit well with me, but right now we have to bury this." Koichi said, taking a swig from his flask. Jin looked over to his desk, seeing the pictures of his children, both smiling brightly. He looked out the window, red and blue lights filling his vision.
"Koichi...if something were to happen...I want you to look out for my kids." he said. The man sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Alright, I guess if I have too...then I'll marry Kyoko." he said. Jin chuckled, looking at his glass.
"Well, looks like I've got to live forever."
xxx
"I've already fucking told you...Kiriko got a note from someone she didn't know. It said to meet at the Student Council room at 9'clock PM. I decided to tag along just in case, since her parents were being threatened. When I got there, everyone else was there as well, Junko walked in, showing the same note. We made a plan to find some weapons to overpower the one responsible, but as I made my way into the dormitories, the automatic gate closed behind me and I was locked inside." Daisuke said firmly.
"What about the gun in your hand, where did you get it?" the man asked.
"I got it from a friend, it was a marking gun, it only shot paint bullets...I thought it best to use it as a scare tactic." the boy replied.
"That coincides with the gun we found...it was different from the other weapons at least." the officer said.
"Don't worry son, we aren't keeping you detained or anything. We just wanted to get your version of the events. Three people were found alive and two of them are in critical condition. One of your teachers has come to pick you up." the officer said. Daisuke let out a sigh, shaking a bit in his seat.
"Please...let me wash this blood off." he pleaded, tears spilling from his eyes.
"Take him to the bathroom, we've got some spare clothes for you to put on. Sorry about keeping you here for so long...it was just a precaution." the officer said.
Daisuke didn't bother answering...he just stood up, following the other officer out of the room. After a few minutes he was taken to the bathroom in the precinct and left alone. He pressed himself against the wall, sliding slowly to the ground. His shoulders shook, and he started sobbing.
"They're all dead...all my friends are dead." he said shakily to himself. He couldn't believe it.
Just fifteen minutes, that was all that it took for everything to go to hell. He hadn't found anything in the Art room, and had decided to head to the kitchen for some knives. But as soon as he entered the Hotel Plaza, the automatic gates had closed behind him. He had at least brought along the parts to convert his pistol into a marking gun in case something happened. The gunshots was what tipped him off, but he wasn't expecting it to end the way it did.
Fourteen dead, two in critical condition and no sign of Junko...was she alright, or was she lying dead in another part of the academy? He didn't know, and the police refused to tell him. At least he had been cleared of all suspicion, and that made him breathe a little easier. He shakily got up, and started taking his bloody clothes off. He tossed them into the spare bag he had been given, sealing it shut. He just wanted to incinerate it. He turned the water on, and started rubbing the dried blood off his body.
He didn't do anything, he just scrubbed his body until his skin was red. He wanted it all to be gone, all traces of his involvement, of the screaming, the pain and suffering. But he knew he would never be able to forget something so horrible. He truly was feeling despair, and he didn't know how to find a way around it. There was one silver lining, and that was Kiriko and Soshun, both of them had survived, however Soshun had been in a coma due to his shattered skull. Kiriko had been taken to a hospital in Tokyo and placed under surveillance. She was in the ICU, having gone into a surgery to seal the stab wound she had gotten. Not just that, there was damage done to her digestive system, and would have to go through several surgeries. The doctors had said she had a low chance of making it through the night.
He could only pray, pray and hope that she pulled through. If anyone survived it had to be her. But after three days of being locked up with no contact with the outside, he didn't exactly know what to do. All he could do was hope, at least the grueling part was over. No more questions to be asked, he could just go home.
Home...to Hope's Peak Academy, to face his friends. He started breathing hard, grabbing onto the tiled walls around him. He didn't know what to do, what to say to them. How could he face them knowing that fourteen of their friends had virtually murdered each other. He didn't know how to tell him that he had been swimming in their blood, running around like a madman trying to find who did it. He shut the water off, and grabbed the towel, drying himself off. He grabbed the clothes he had been given, placing them on.
Daisuke had been taken to a waiting area, completely cut off from everyone and everything. He had been given some food, but he had barely touched it. He didn't want to eat, all he wanted was to go home and be with his friends, to forget the nightmare that he lived. He was just staring at the black coffee, not even hearing the door open. He looked up after a minute of prodding, staring back at Koichi Kizakura.
His eyes widened a bit when he saw the Ultimate Story Teller. His eyes had dark rings around them, blue eyes once filled with hope were devoid of all emotion. Is skin, while pale had a light red tinge to it. He didn't even look like himself, he looked like some random boy in a tee shirt and jeans. He wordlessly stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets. Koichi placed a green cellphone in his hand, his phone, and he just grabbed it wordlessly.
"Sorry about the wait...we had some shit to deal with back at the academy. You're classmates...they've been suffering without you. Hiyoko practically tackled Jin, asking where the hell you were, but we couldn't say anything."
"That sounds like her." Daisuke said, voice completely dead. He looked through his phone, seeing he had several text messages and missed calls. One of them was actually from Junko, the day after the incident. He mentally sighed with relief, knowing that she was completely fine.
"When we get back to the academy, I want you to keep what happened under wraps. The faculty has been informed but we can't have students spreading it around. If it were to get out, Hope's Peak would..."
"Fuck you."
"Listen, I know what you are going through..."
"No, no you fucking don't! You can't possibly know what I am feeling, seeing your friends happy and alive one moment and dead the next. All of them are fucking dead, Tsubasa, Tomohiko, Aiko, Suzuko, Karen, Kotomi, Asukasei, Shoji, Jennifer, Daiki, Taro, Ryota, Sosuke...all of them are fucking dead. Memorize those names, because they will follow you and this academy for the rest of eternity...and I will not let the Steering Committee brush it under the rug like they intend to...this was all their fault, them and fucking Izuru Kamukura! When that project started, everything when to shit!" he shouted.
"How do you know about that? That's sensitive information!" Koichi snapped.
"Fuck how I know that, but what I do know is that he is involved in all of this. He's the epicenter, and he will be the one to take the fall for this...my friends will be avenged, I promise you that!" he snapped angrily, brushing past the man. Koichi sighed as he followed after the Ultimate Story Teller...there was no telling what could happen if he were left alone for too long.
xxx
"I've got to say, this is all going down smoothly...I'm having quite a lot of fun." Junko said, a smile on her face.
She placed down another puzzle piece in place. The image was of the last supper, only it was warped and distorted, with the face of a monochrome bear on everyone at the table. Izuru leaned back against the wall, his crimson eyes staring at the girl, a look of interest on his face. He also noticed the violet haired girl who was currently massaging her leg.
He had seen her before, but she had been a little less submissive. Now however she hung on Junko's every word. It was as if she had warped her mind, driven her into insanity. It all started with that phone call...all he knew was that some boy had broken up with the girl, in a rather violent manner...and that had been the first sign of her falling into insanity.
"Can you just leave? I'm trying to work here...what do you get from that puzzle anyway?" Ryouta asked, glancing over his shoulder. He had been trying to work on his anime in peace, but the girl kept constantly coming back, and with someone different every time.
"It's nothing silly. You see, this is my favorite part, you work so hard putting together this puzzle. You put all of the pieces together, making a picture of perfect order when suddenly..." she paused, flipping the table over. The pieces went flying in all directions. Ryouta just stared at her, as all of the pieces fell all over the floor.
"Entropy! Despair comes and makes everything chaos, the unpredictability of it is simply alluring. Order, Hope, it doesn't hold a candle to despair." she said. Izuru stared at the pictures laying on the ground, of Class 77B. His eyes fell on Daisuke Del Rio, the boy from three nights ago. He knelt down before the picture, picking it up off the ground.
"What of the boy? He was the sole survivor...what shall you do with him?"
"Oh, so you do talk? The boy as you refer to him as will bend to my will too, just like his little friend here. He will be but one of my tools of the trade!" Junko said, reaching into her bag.
She pulled out black and white book. The book was in a monochrome design, much like the bear she was so fond of. There was a read, lightning like mark across it, the the name Danganronpa written on it.
"I've been working on this little project since January, and it's finally been completed...my beautiful little black book. And he will read it to everyone...Izuru, gather my sister, let her know that 267 is the magic number."
"I shall do as you ask...but I will not continue being your guinea pig." the boy said, walking off.
"Oh Kamukura-kun, you are so damn adorable!" Junko said. Ryouta sighed, turning back to his anime, for now he would just focus as best as he could.
xxx
"Where the hell is he? I'm so fucking scared!" Sonia cried, clutching her cellphone in anger. It was raining again, as it had been for the last few days. Apparently there were signs of a monsoon, and it would be raining for another few days. Hiyoko placed a hand on the glass, string down at the academy courtyard.
"Something isn't right...those flashing lights a few days ago...that was definitely the Police, and I swore I saw some ambulances too." she said.
"Well whatever is happening has to be big right? Maybe Daisuke saw something." Kazuichi said.
"That would be the case, if he is a witness to whatever happened, then he would have to make his statement." Takane said, a look of worry on her face. She shivered a bit, and the pink haired boy wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"This isn't like him though, he would at least answer his phone." Peko muttered, staring at her own cellphone.
"I sent some of my boys by his house, his mothers haven't seen him. Erika is getting a bit distraught too...then we've got Mikan...she hasn't shown up in days." Fuyuhiko said, glancing at the empty desk. The Impostor sighed, as he glanced at the note in his hand.
"Gone to take care of Mitarai, don't worry about me!"
"Now you've gone missing too...just what the hell is going on here?" he muttered softly to himself.
The door suddenly opened and everyone turned around, hopeful looks on their faces. When Chisa entered the room, their faces dropped. The woman looked around at her students, a frown on her face.
"Now now, why are you all sad?" she asked.
"Two of our friends are missing, do you really want us to be sugar drops and rainbows?" Ibuki snapped, cringing a bit.
"Sorry teach, I didn't mean it...I'm just on edge you know?"
"I understand Ibuki, but you don't have to worry...I'm sure Mikan and Daisuke are fine...they'll be here soon enough." she said, giving them a smile.
"Chisa is right, we need to smile...we wouldn't want to disappoint them when they do come back right?" Chiaki asked, earning nods from everyone.
"By the gods, our vivacious leader is correct...we must all channel our magic power, and link our energies together. Only then can we be truly happy." Tanaka said.
"There you go with that crap again...did you get that eagle by the way?" Mahiru asked, earning a chuckle from the boy.
"It seems the mighty phoenix continues to elude me. I have tried employing every means available, even hired the one who talks to animals to my aid, but she has yet to succeed." he replied.
"Great, that means we got to avoid us getting our eyes pecked out." Teruteru said, shivering a bit.
"Let's hope he does catch it soon, I wanna fry it up, and baste it with barbecue sauce!" Akane said.
"You can't eat eagles Akane, it's against the law." Nekumaru said. She shrugged her shoulders, taking a bite of her turkey leg.
"Law shmaw, no one will know if we keep it secret." she said, giving him a wink.
"Jeez Akane, that is so horrible...eagles are beautiful creatures, not to mention close to extinction?" Sonia said, emphasizing the last word.
"Come on kids, let's all just settle down and enjoy our day off. We should all focus on.."
The auburn haired woman almost screamed when the door to the room opened with a bang. They all just stared at the doorway, seeing a soaking wet Daisuke standing there. They all remained silent as he walked into the room. He just stood there, looking at the ground, panting a bit as he did so. Feeling worried, Chisa thought it best to check on him, and when she did, he latched onto her, hugging her tightly.
"They're all dead." he said softly.
"Huh...what are you talking about?" she asked. She had already known his involvement in the Incident, but she had been told to pretend like she didn't know. They didn't want the students finding out. He looked into her eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, blending into the rain water dripping from his hair.
"Tell them...or I will." he said through grit teeth. Chisa swallowed hard, turning to face her class, all of them filled with confusion. Hiyoko and Sonia were quickly at Daisuke's side, asking him a bunch of questions, but he didn't say anything, he just hugged them tightly. The Ultimate Housekeeper bowed her head, her grip on the clipboard loosening a bit.
"Three nights ago, Class 76B was found murdered inside the Old School Building...of the fifteen students, only two survived, one is in a coma, the other going through several surgeries...they aren't looking very good." she said.
"What are you talking about teach? Is that why all of those sirens were blaring?" Akane asked.
"They're all dead...the Student Council?" Mahiru asked.
"No way...that can't be real...that can't be real!" Sonia said.
"I was there...trust me when I say it...it was a fucking bloodbath...I don't know who did it, or for what reason. But they all...killed each other. Junko was there with us, they lured all of them in with notes, threatening their parents. I don't know if she's doing fine or not."
"Junko Enoshima? She was doing just fine...are you sure you didn't imagine her being there? She said she wasn't anywhere near that place." Chisa said.
"That's total bullshit. She was there, threatened like all of them...the only two people who could attest to this are fighting for their lives right now...not even the cops could prove it. I'm not lying damn it." Daisuke snapped.
"Sweetheart please calm down! I'm sure you went through some traumatizing shit, but you can't flip out like this. Your sister is worried sick, did you talk to her?" Hiyoko asked.
"No...I haven't...I haven't talked to anyone...I just..."
"Maybe I should take him to his dorm, he needs rest." Sonia said.
"That would be for the best...you need to keep this under wraps, don't tell anyone about it alright? Can I trust you to do that?" Chisa asked.
"That's a tough sell teach, not telling anyone that our friends are dead?" Fuyuhiko said.
"We'll keep it secret, it shall not leave this room." Peko said, earning nods from everyone. Hiyoko and Sonia ushered Daisuke out of the room, taking him down toward his dorm.
He didn't know how long it had been, he just lay in bed crying. He vaguely remembered Sonia and Hiyoko coming in to check on him. He just didn't want to do anything. A few days had passed, but to him it felt like weeks. He had just woken up to another rainy day, or rather Hiyoko pulled him up and slapped him across the face really hard. She looked at him, anger in her eyes.
"Are you gonna stop being a bitch or will I have to drag your ass out of bed?" she shouted.
"Don't yell at me...please."
"Come on, I know you are suffering, we all are. Our friends are dead and the academy is shoveling it under the rug, as if it was soiled cat litter. But we can't just mope the fuck around all the time. We have to man the fuck up and do something about it!" she said.
"What can we do?" he asked.
"Fucking fight, speak...ask the Committee what the fuck they're doing and who the hell is responsible. You said Junko was there, then let's fucking find her and do something."
"I don't feel like it, just let me be." he said. She slapped him again, this time with her ring hand. He cried in pain as the gem scratched his cheek, a bit of blood dribbling from the cut.
"If you say something like that again, I will slap you harder...fine, if you don't want to find Junko...then at least help us find Mikan...she's gone missing."
"What...since when?" He asked, jumping out of the bed.
"A couple days, give or take. Her stuff is in her dorm, but she hasn't been there at all...we've tried looking for her around campus, but classes have been suspended until further notice. This place is falling apart, and we need all of us together, not separated." she said. He sighed, walking over to his dresser.
"Alright, let me take a shower and we can go out to look for her...maybe you can join me?"
"I think I'll pass, I have to tell the others to wait for you."
"Please...help me forget what happened...just the two of us." he said softly. She sighed, reaching behind her back.
"Fine...I guess it has been a while since our last shower." she said, earning a heartwarming smile from her fiancee.
xxx
An alarm blared loudly through the otherwise dark environment, rousing a single person from the throws of sleep. The young man groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He slammed his hand onto the alarm clock, shutting it off. He yawned, pulling the covers off of himself and making his way toward the windows. He threw the curtains open, frowning at the sight of rain. He yawned again, stretching his tired limbs as he grabbed his uniform and headed into the bathroom.
Once done with his shower, he fully dressed himself in his uniform, a sharp pressed white shirt, with a red tie, a brown blazer over it and matching black slacks. He put on his boots, lacing them carefully. The final thing he did was adorn his collar with his special commemorative pin. Nodding to himself, Hisashi was ready to start the day. He grabbed his room key and eHandbook and headed out the door, locking the door behind him.
It had only been a few weeks since his enrollment into Hope's Peak Academy, the institute that bred hope, or so people said. He had admired the academy ever since he was little, and to him it was an honor to even be walking down it's halls. He had been very well acquainted with the campus, as he had spent a lot of time exploring before the Ceremony.
He passed by a few familiar faces and several unknown ones as he made his way into the cafeteria. He didn't spot any of his classmates has he made his way into the breakfast line. He did however spot the familiar face of the perverted Ultimate Chef. His perverted grin brought displeasure to all of the ladies in the line. He felt really bad for those that had to stomach his pick up lines and not his food. He grabbed his usual breakfast and quickly headed to his usual table.
It wasn't long until one of his classmates finally showed up, sitting herself across from him, a laptop tucked under her arm and a tray in the other. She sat down, making sure not to spill any of her precious food. Wordlessly, she handed Hisashi her computer charger, and he simply plugged it into the wall behind him.
This young woman is fairly tall, being 5' 11'' in height. She has a nice slim figure, with Double D breasts, and has long black hair, which she usually tied up into twin tails. She has a cute rounded face, with a small button nose and full pink lips. She also wears a pair of glasses, which have a thin black frame. She has piercing blue eyes, and is always grinning no matter the atmosphere.
She wears a black blazer over a long sleeved white shirt, with a light blue tie, the blazer bearing the Hope's Peak Academy crest. She also wears a short navy blue pleated skirt, which reaches to just above her mid thigh, and she wears a pair of dark blue leggings, though they often look black. She also wears a pair of black heeled boots, that reach to just above her ankles and have thin sharp heels. Her blazer is always unbuttoned, exposing her chest which leaves most other girls her age feeling jealous. She has a light sun kissed skin tone. She was wearing some dark mascara, but had otherwise refrained from using any other type of make up.
Her name was Tsubaki Yamada, known in the fanfiction community by the pen name SpiritShipperGirl231, but to Hisashi she was known as the Ultimate Fanfiction Shipper. She wrote various stories, paring unlikely characters, whether it was a television show, an anime, a book or a movie, if it existed, she would write about it. To further distance herself from her older brother, she had become a dedicated author that would take two people, however unlikely and would pair them together in a romantic relationship. He had personally read a few of her fanfictions and he had to admit, they were amazing, if you ignored the detailed steamy sex scenes that is.
She said she loved writing that part the most in her stories, and yet she hadn't had an intimate relationship of her own. She did admit to him that she watched a lot of porn for "research purposes" and had even said she had several naughty films stashed away in her dorm.
Due to this she was singled out as the nerdy disgusting fanfiction writer, who often times had nothing better to do than make shipping wars happen. Most of their classmates were none the wiser, but those who had read some of her works were actually quite pissed with her, especially at the situations the characters were actually put through.
She hadn't been able to make a single friend during the first day, but Hisashi had stepped up to the plate and offered him her friendship, something that he wasn't sure if to be happy at or regretted wholeheartedly. Regardless, the cute fanfiction author had rapidly taken a liking to him and spent most of her free time stepping on his metaphorical coat tails. Though most of that free time was spent beating up her perverted older brother who was in the 78th class. She took a sip of her coffee, glancing over the top of her screen at the quiet archer.
"So, how's your morning going?" she asked curiously.
"Eh, could be better. I'm just not really looking forward to today." he said, leaning back in his seat.
"Why not?" she asked curiously. She took another sip of her coffee, this time licking her lips sensually as she set the mug down. She gave him a playful smirk.
"I haven't said anything and you are already smirking, jeez what runs through your mind?" he asked curiously.
"Oh you know, lots and lots of hot sex." she said, giving him a wink.
"You disgust me." he said, taking a drink of his own coffee.
"Sure...whatever. So let's change the topic, I just logged into my doujin account and I got 30,000 views on that one shot I posted last night. Isn't that great?" she asked excitedly.
"Who did you make a crack pairing of this time?" he asked, tone filled with disdain. She grinned, flipping the screen over to him. He read the summery of the story, eyes widening when he saw the characters.
"Dude really?" he asked.
"Yup! Isn't it great?" she asked.
"No...it is not great. You cannot merely pair Ash Ketchum and Pokemon Trainer Red in a sexual relationship. That fucks with the continuity, they're not even in the same universe." he said firmly.
"You just say that because you hate Yaoi." she said, rolling her eyes. She returned to her reviews, reading all of the flames she had gotten overnight.
"No, I am not saying that because I hate Yaoi. I don't hate it, it's just not my cup of tea, too many Sora and Riku fanfictions, half of it being written by you. It's just something that's inexplicable to me, but the site does say Unleash your Imagination, so I'll let it slide, even if your imagination is morally fucked up." he said.
"It is not. You seemed to absolutely looooove my Yuri fics, especially the one I wrote about Ino and Hinata getting on." she said. Hisashi blushed brightly, looking away.
"I did not like that." he said.
"Sure you did, after all you did leave me a nice review Mr. Celestial Sky Dragon." she said with wink.
"You...you can't prove that. Besides I don't have a doujin account...never have never will." he said, hurriedly stuffing his face with his breakfast. Tsubaki let out a hearty laugh, she rolled her cerulean colored eyes, returning her vision to the screen in front of her.
"Anyway, why is it that you today going to be good?" she asked curiously.
"I don't know it's just...well...you know how things are currently going. The rumors being spread through the campus." he said.
He knew he could get in trouble for even mentioning this, but the staff was already talking. Some of the students had also been wondering what was going in the academy. It wouldn't be long until a line of protesters gathered up outside the gates, asking for answers. She looked up from her screen, seeing the serious look on her face.
"You mean...the truth behind what the Steering Committee is using the Reserve Course money for?" she asked, earning a nod.
"They're getting a bit antsy as of late, and a few of the students have started rioting outside of the main school building. I have a few friends in the Reserve Course that say it's getting even worse within. A few teachers even quit their jobs. I don't know what is truly going on here, but it's something dark." he said, taking a sip of his coffee.
He was surprised that Tsubaki had known about the tuition fees. It wasn't exactly a hidden secret that all of the Reserve Course students were paying outrageous prices. He figured a few staff members let it slip and she was just at the right place to hear it all.
"Whatever it is, it isn't our concern. We are here as Ultimate Students of Hope's Peak Academy, who cares what the immature Reserve course does? So long as it doesn't interfere with us, I could really care less what they do." she said.
"But still..." he trailed off, glancing at the outdoor part of the cafeteria. He saw the familiar face of the Ultimate Lucky Student playing with a large German Shepard, which belonged to the Ultimate Animal Whisperer. The girl gave him a friendly wave, which he returned.
"You know, you worry about not going to class, but it's not even mandatory. I was planning on sifting through all of these reviews at the library. You could join me if you'd like...besides I have to return a few books, or else the Ultimate Librarian will have my ass again." she said.
"I..suppose I could do that." he said, rubbing his neck. Tsubaki giggled a bit, remembering what their teacher had put them through for skipping class.
"So...how's Kotoko doing?" she asked, concern laced in her voice.
"She's doing fine...she just had a bit of a relapse though...I've tried talking to her, but she's out of it. I was thinking of bringing Misa and Rex along to cheer her up. Would you like to come along?" he asked.
"Sure, you know how much I love the little bundle of joy. It's a shame what happened to her, and I am so glad someone is getting killed for it, the sick fucks." She hissed angrily.
"Alright dick-weeds, I need to borrow your homework." a new voice said.
Both students looked to their right, seeing the Ultimate Little Sister slam her food tray onto the table. Natsumi Kuzuryuu wasn't a model student, far from it actually but she was actually trying to become a better person. Of course getting scolded by her older brother also did the trick, no one messes with a Yakuza after all.
"I didn't do my homework Natsu and please don't call me a dick weed, It only serves to annoy the fuck out of me." Tsubaki replied, looking back at her computer screen. The clicks of her keyboard filling their ears. Natsumi then looked at Hisashi, who had a far off look on his face. She snapped her fingers in his face, bringing him back to reality.
"What about you, homework?" she asked.
"Sorry Natsumi, I forgot to do mine too. It's not even mandatory you know." he said with a shrug.
"Goddamn it. You two are useless, you know something, even if this academy is filled with slackers, it will look good on college applications if you actually have a passing grade." she snapped.
"Anyone who graduates from Hope's Peak Academy will be granted into any college of their choosing. Who gives a shit about the grade?" the Ultimate Fanfiction Shipper said, still feverishly typing away.
"That isn't the point. The point is, that it would look better if you actually did your work." she said.
"Since when have you been this adamant about getting high scores? You didn't care about them two weeks ago." Hisashi said. She sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"I'm...trying to avoid ending up in the family business. You know how my father is, especially with something like his little gang. I wanna make sure to get the best grades so I can get out of here, move to America or Europe." she said firmly.
"You wouldn't make it in America, Blondie." Tsubaki muttered.
"Tsk...how would you know you fat nerd? All you ever do is stare into that damn computer screen. Have you bothered to clean up your room recently? It smells like Doritos and Mountain Dew...how you can survive on that crap is beyond me." the blonde girl snapped.
"First off, I'm not fat, second it all goes to the girls, which are much bigger and rounder than yours." Tsubaki said with a grin, pushing her glasses back up her nose. Natsumi grit her teeth and slammed her hand onto the table, attracting a bit of attention to them.
"Don't make me get Peko over here to cut you a new one. Maybe I can get her to give you a hair cut." she said.
"Touch my hair and you'll be meeting the broad side of a bus in the middle of rush hour." the author snapped back.
"Ladies please, could you just forget about all of this? Just give me the damn worksheet and I'll finish it for you." Hisashi said, holding his hand out. Sighing, Natsumi pulled her homework from her pack and handed it to the Ultimate Private Investigator, along with a freshly sharpened pencil. He looked it over, and immediately started answering the questions written on it. Natsumi looked at the ground, a blush on her face.
"Um...thanks Hisashi." she muttered.
"Sure thing Natsumi. Just to clear things up, if you ever need help on your homework, we would be glad to help you." he said with a bright smile. He looked at Tsubaki who didn't bother replying, growing annoyed, he kicked her shin, making her yelp in pain. She glared at him, the light from her screen shielding her eyes.
"We'll be happy to help her with her homework right?" he asked forcefully. She grit her teeth, looking at the blonde.
"Yes." she hissed.
"Good...I'll be finished in a few minutes." he said.
"So...um...have either of you heard any of the rumors going around campus?" she asked, shoving a forkful of pancakes into her mouth.
"Not really, we just know the Steering Committee is doing shady stuff with the Reserve Course money." Tsubaki said.
"Yeah, that is a factor, but it's much much worse." she said. This seemed to garner their attention, both teens looked at the blonde curiously. She swallowed her food, leaning a bit forward.
"I heard, that a few people got murdered and now their covering it up." she said.
"What? That's preposterous." Hisashi said, his eyes still on the paper. The two girls looked at him, frowns on their faces.
"It isn't...come on, you're the Ultimate Private Investigator, your sister is the Ultimate Detective...you've got to know something." Natsumi asked.
"I don't know anything, it's impossible for someone to get killed here." he said firmly, glancing up at the two.
"No...it's entirely possible." Tsubaki said, her voice becoming serious. Hisashi looked at her curiously.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Think about it, if something like that happened here in Hope's Peak, it would look bad on the school. Especially since this is a government funded school, something as bad as murder would blemish that reputation. So the logical thing to do is to cover it up...if that is truly what is going on here, then that means something worse is going on behind the scenes."
"Not only that, there are rumors going around that its spreading outside of Hope's Peak Academy. My friend back in Blackroot Junior High told me that a few of her classmates went missing, around the same time that unknown serial killer was going around. They traced him back to one of the old apartment buildings on campus but they never found his hiding spot." Natsumi said.
"How come that wasn't on the news then?" Hisashi asked, finding it completely odd that no one had covered that story. Natsumi shrugged, giving him a grin.
"I have friends in high places. Give a man a stack of cash and he'll do anything you want. Whatever the case, you best start looking out for yourself, lest you be killed off by this random serial killer." she said with a grin, the bell rung loudly, and she stood up, taking her finished homework from Hisashi. She grabbed her tray, giving him a wink.
"Thanks for the homework, I'll pay you for it later." she said, heading toward the trash cans.
Once she cleared her tray, she handed it to one of the busboys and left the cafeteria. Hisashi looked back at Tsubaki, who had watched their blonde friend leave the cafeteria with her older brother. She seemed lost in thought, he cleared his throat, gaining her attention.
"You don't really believe that murder crap right?" he asked. He was trying to make himself less obvious, but he knew Tsubaki was smarter than she let on. She shrugged, looking into his eyes.
"I'll believe it when I see it. If something like that were to actually happen, the Headmaster would take care of it, you of all people should know that much." she said.
"Yeah but..."
"Unless, you are just mounting up a front and making it seem like you don't know anything. Is that the way of it? Big daddy told you not to spill the beans?" she asked curiously.
"Can't fool you can't I?" he asked.
"You might be able to fool the Yakuza, but not me. I've only just met you, but you are an open book to me. Oh if only you weren't dating Sayaka...I would totally make you my own." she said, licking her lips.
"I don't think I want a perverted horn dog as my girlfriend." he said, shaking his head.
"But seriously, what do you know?" she asked, looking up from her laptop. She went as far as closing it, a sign that she was giving him her full attention. He sighed looking around the room, thankfully most of the students had already left.
"The Student Council...they're all dead." he said softly. Her eyes widened in shock.
"The headmaster said they were all called abroad...are you serious?" she asked.
"Indeed, thirteen of them were tricked into killing each other. Two of them are in the hospital under surveillance...we don't know much of anything that's going on." he said.
"Oh my god...maybe it's good that classes were suspended...I think I'm going home." she said.
"No don't...people aren't supposed to know about this...you leaving will just bring more attention to you. They think one of the new students did it, but I inspected the files and cleared everyone of suspicion...we just need to find out who truly did do it." he said, looking at the table.
"Alright...so it's a new students...were there any later additions to Class 77 or 78?" she asked.
"No...not that I know of...everyone in those classes check out...well...except for one. Junko Enoshima...she was in Milan for most of this year, and when she arrived, all of this stuff started happening. Thing is she has a solid alibi for the night. Then again, Daisuke did say he saw her there."
"Methinks Enoshima is lying...I would find her if I were you, before anything bad happens." She said.
"Something bad...like what?" he asked curiously.
"You'd be surprised...Hope and Despair are in a constant balance...but if the scale tips too far to one side...it could spell the end of the world as we know it. Heed my words Hisashi...she's the root of this." Tsubaki said firmly. She gathered her stuff, stuffing her laptop in her carry case.
"Tsubaki, don't do that...it scares me." he said. She bent over the table, giving him a kiss on the cheek, something that surprised him quite a bit.
"Hisashi, you are the first person that's ever cared about me...everyone always ignored me because of my talent. I would hate to see something bad happen to you, or Sayaka...if I were you, I would leave, before shit hits the fan. I'll see if I can get my brother out of here." she said, heading out of the cafeteria. Hisashi frowned, glancing out the window, toward the Old School Building. He frowned, shaking his head.
"Nothing is going to happen...but maybe I should go and speak with Kotoko's doctors...just in case." he said, standing up from his seat, a look of worry on his face.
xxx
"Are you sure she's out here? It's pouring buckets!" Akane said, looking around the courtyard.
"She could be anywhere, just keep looking!" Chiaki said, holding onto her Pikachu umbrella rather tightly. Daisuke was walking around in just his sweater, not caring about getting wet.
"What are the odds she would even be out here?" He asked.
"Well...I just spoke with Makoto, he said that she randomly broke up with him. When he tried asking her what was wrong she just started crying and ran off, acting as if he had been the one to do it. This was all last week, the day before Class 76B's massacre." Sonia said, looking at her phone screen.
"This can't be a coincidence! Something must have happened to make her do this!" Takane said, a look of worry on her face.
"Let's split up, we search the entire campus, but stay away from the old building. I doubt she would go there...we'll meet at the courtyard in half an hour, whether or not you find her." Daisuke said, earning nods from everyone...with that they all split up.
"Dais, can we come along?" Sonia asked, earning a nod from Hiyoko, who was struggling not to get her feet wet. He had to wonder why she bothered wearing sandals if it was raining outside.
"Just stick together alright girls? I move faster on my own."
"No! We want to go with you!" Hiyoko snapped, he hugged the two of them tightly, giving both of them a passionate kiss. Be brushed their hair out of their eyes, a smile on his face.
"I'll be fine...the way I'm feeling, nothing can stop me!" he said.
"Leave him be Hiyoko...you know he never changes his mind when he has an idea running through it." Sonia said.
"Fine, but you better hurry back, we haven't had sex in three days and I'm hungry for more." she said, giving him a firm kiss. She pulled away before he could even do anything, giving him a wink. Sonia sighed, taking her hand and pulling her along.
Daisuke smiled a bit as he walked away, heading toward the East Plaza. He ran around for a few seconds, coming to a stop, almost slipping on a puddle. He looked back at the New School Building, a frown on his face. He could see a few students facing the windows, some of the students from other classes. He spotted the classroom his sister was in, but she wasn't near the windows. He also spotted Yasuke Matsuda, who was looking directly at him. He didn't know why, but he didn't let that bother him. He continued looking around, a frown on his face.
"Mikan?! Are you out here?" he called out, hoping to hear her voice.
He didn't know what had gotten into the Ultimate Nurse lately, but he needed to get to the bottom of it. He was finally together with his class, and he didn't want them to be apart ever again. He was suddenly grabbed from behind, a cold blade pressed against his throat. He narrowed his eyes, not daring to make a move. He could feel the persons breath on his neck, making him shiver a bit.
"I take it you are the one who orchestrated Class 76B's demise?" he said calmly. He heard a chuckle behind him.
"You could say that it was a team effort."
His eyes widened a bit, recognizing the voice. He tried looking back, but the knife was only pressed against this throat a bit harder.
"Walk...we're taking a little journey, you and I." she said.
"Whatever you say Ikusaba." he said, earning a gasp from the girl. She pushed him forward, pressing a gun to his back. He didn't dare say anything, any false moves and he would have a bullet in his body, and that's the last thing he wanted.
The two remained silent as she lead him toward a statue...a statue of the founder of Hope's Peak Academy, Izuru Kamukura. He narrowed his eyes as he was pushed against the statue. Mukuro activated a mechanism, causing the floor to drop open, several steps dropping down. She pushed the boy forward, forcing him to walk down them. She hit a button at the bottom of the stairs, closing the door behind them.
He looked around the hallway, surprised that something like this was kept secret. He figured this was the place where those illegal experiments were being conducted. He had seen a lack of emotion from some of the construction workers, as if they had been brainwashed or something. They walked for what seemed like an eternity, finally reaching a wooden door. She gave three knocks on it, before pushing the boy inside, tossing him to the floor. He groaned, clutching his head in pain. He looked up, eyes widening when he saw a long haired young man leaning against the wall.
"Who are you?" he asked curiously.
"I am known by Izuru Kamukura...I know all about you Ultimate Story Teller...that's a talent I myself have, didn't you know?" the boy said. Daisuke's eyes widened in shock.
"H-Hinata...it really is you isn't it?"
"I don't know of any Hinata. The previous personality found within this body was purged in order to create this one. At least, that's what my doctors said."
"Alright, enough introductions! It's time to get this shit show started!"
Daisuke forced himself to his feet, staring at Junko Enoshima.
She was completely unharmed, just like he thought. He wanted to ask her if she was fine, but the smile on her face put him off. She was grinning, but it wasn't a grin of happiness, it was a grin of something else. He shivered a bit, backing away only to feel the barrel of a gun behind his back. He held his arms up, glancing over his shoulder, seeing the cold look on Mukuro's face.
"What's this about Junko...what are you doing here? How did you get away from the killers?"
"Yeah, I have to tell you something...I lied...me being there because of my sister would be totally lame. Besides my sister is useless so I would let her die regardless." She said, looking away from him.
"How could you say that? She's your own flesh and blood, isn't family sacred to you?" he snapped angrily.
"That's the beauty of it. Despair doesn't have anything to do with family! If Mukuro died in front of me, it would fill me with so much despair, it would make it feel so deliciously amazing!" she said.
"What? What are you talking about?" Daisuke asked.
"Eh, you wouldn't understand...not yet at least...let's just say I've been working on a little something. Something special, a little thing that I like to call, Junko's Black Book of Despair!" she said, holding a monochrome above her head. He looked at it oddly, head tilted.
"You wrote a book? You dragged me all the way here because you wrote a book?"
"No no no silly, you wrote a book...I just did some last minute modifications. Remember when we were in Spain and that book was stolen from you? That was my older sister Muku, who did me the favor. She even severed your finger as an added bonus!" she said, her voice sounding a bit cute. The girl turned around, grabbing a jar from the table top. She held it out to the boy, shaking it a bit.
"See, I even kept it as a reminder...because everything that's going to happen, is because of you!" she said.
"What...so it was you that cut my finger off...and you kept it? You sick fuck...what is wrong with you?" Daisuke cried, clearly disgusted.
"Aw, that's the expression I wanted to see...well enough of that!" she cried, tossing the jar behind her. It broke against the wall, the finger that was inside falling onto the ground.
"Now then bub, I'm going to tell you the truth about who I am and what I do. You see, my name is Junko Enoshima, Ultimate Despair, and what I want to do is crack open Pandora's Box. I want this beautiful world coated in despair, and you are going to help me do it!"
"Hell no, I am not going to help you with anything...what's going on, and what happened to you during that massacre?" he asked.
"Junko was the one who planned it...you weren't supposed to be a part of it, but it worked in our favor. It helped cover her tracks." Mukuro said, causing the boy to gasp. He grit his teeth in anger throwing a punch at the girl, who easily dodged it.
"Oh, I didn't know you liked hitting women...as if that would bring your friends back. Sorry dorry, but your friends killed themselves...I just gave them a light push in the right direction. Now then, here's how it's going to work. There's an area in Hope's Peak Academy filled with 267 Reserve Course students, I want you to read them this book and turn them into mindless puppets, kay?"
"Fuck you! I am not going to help you, and there's nothing you can do that will change my mind!" the boy said, pushing Mukuro out of the way.
"Oh...what about Hiyoko? It would be a shame if something happened to her...if she was strung up by her tendons perhaps? What about Sonia...what if something horrible befell the princess, and her Knight wasn't there to save her? I hear your little sister is huge fan of me...what would happen if her idol showed up to her class and just stabbed her in the chest?"
"Don't you dare hurt them...I'll kill you myself if you do!" he snapped angrily. She snapped her fingers, and Mukuro grabbed him, holding him tightly. He tried to move but couldn't even feel his arms. Junko walked up to him, grabbing a hold of his face.
"You'll do exactly what I ask...if not then you'll find your fiancee's head on a pike outside the New School Building. If you don't want that to happen, you'll read this book to those students." she said firmly, holding the book out to him.
"I won't...I tell stories filled with hope, not disgusting creations of despair!"
"That's the thing sweetheart, you are the author of this book. You wrote every single word in it...I just added my own personal touch to it. After all, every author has to read they're own story. It just so happens that your story was hijacked, and in order for you and your girls to make it to the Epilogue, you'll have to do as I say." she said, giving him a grin.
He didn't know why, but in that moment, he felt fear...the worst kind of fear imaginable. He could feel nothing but despair...if he didn't do what she wanted, his girls would pay the price for it. He thought back on the deaths of Class 76B and realized that she wasn't messing around. She had been there and outright lied about it. She had been the one responsible, he felt it in his gut.
"Don't cry...it will be quick...just read it cover to cover and you should be fine. Oh, and as a last minute tidbit, if you tell anyone your entire class dies, starting with this one right here!" she said, snapping her fingers. Two Reserve Course students walked into the room, tossing a gagged and bound Mikan to the ground. She let out a muffled cry, her eyes focusing on Daisuke.
"Mikan!" he cried, reaching for her.
"Oo, that's a no no...you can't touch her or even speak to her...you didn't know so it's okay...but if you do it again, I'll slice her finger off. How about we start with her ring finger eh?" she asked, earning a hiss from Daisuke. His shoulders shook as he glared at the ground. Junko forced his head back up, making him look right into her eyes.
"So...do we have an agreement? Or will I have to spill some blood today?"
"F-fine...but don't hurt them, or my girls...please." he said softly.
"Okie dokie! I wouldn't dare hurt them, they're all squishy cinnamon rolls after all. Now, you'll want to follow this hallway all the way to the end. Chop chop!" she said, handing him the book. He looked at the cover, a frown on his face.
"Danganronpa?" he asked.
"It's a work in progress title...by the by, don't take these earplugs off, I wouldn't want you falling to your own book now would we?" she asked, shoving the two orange buds into his ear. The door to their left opened up and Mukuro tossed him inside.
He shivered as he walked, the only source of light being the lightbulbs above him, all of them swinging slightly. He kept on walking, seeing a red velvet door at the end of the hallway. When opened it, a bright light cutting into his eyes. He continued walking, finding himself on a stage, standing in front of a podium. 267 Reserve Course students were sitting in front of him, neatly in rows of seven. They all looked at him, muttering things to each other, of course, he didn't hear any of it.
He glanced to his right, and saw a camera pointed right at him. There was a monitor above the entire room, showing an image of the room he had just been at. Junko was holding a knife to Mikan's throat, a look of despair on the girl's face. She gave him a sneer and a nod, making him place the book on the podium. He opened the cover, flipping to the first written page. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the words written on it. He read the first paragraph, eyes widening with each sentence. He grit his teeth, tears dripping down his face.
"Chapter 1, the True Despair and Entropy of Junko Enoshima." he said.
xxx
"Hey, what's going on over here?" Sonia cried, looking up at the Old School building.
"What are you talking about, I don't see anything." Hiyoko said.
"I do, look...there are people on the roof." Peko said, pointing toward the top floor of the academy. The three girls raced forward, running around the bend toward the old building. They cut right through the tape, not at all caring that it was off limits. Reaching the front courtyard, they all stopped to look up, seeing several kids all facing the abyss.
Several security guards had gathered outside, along with Juzo who had a pissed off look on his face. Several students were standing at the edge of the building, looking down at the ground with crazed looks on their faces. Several girls were already screaming and crying, while a few others were filming the whole thing. Hisashi turned to the nearest student, getting their attention.
"Get my father, and someone call the police!" he shouted angrily. The student nodded and raced off, to find Hisashi's father. The head security guard, Juzo Sakakura, looked up, a mega phone in his hands.
"Stop what you are doing. Reserve Course students aren't allowed on the Main Course campus. Come down from where you are and you will be dealt with accordingly!" he screamed. All he got as a loud laugh.
"You can't tell us what to do, Ultimate Boxer! We pay your salary, our money goes to this hellhole that we admired so much! You don't have the right to order us around." the young man cried, it seemed as if he was their leader.
"Why you little shit. Don't make me get my ass up there!"
"Juzo, for fuck sakes man. Don't tempt them to do anything. Matter of fact, give me that." Hisashi said, pulling the megaphone from the older man's grasp. He saw a familiar head of blue hair beside him, hands clenched together.
"Hisashi..what's happening?" Sayaka asked, a worried look on her face.
"I don't know sweetie, I was about to check on Kotoko when I heard screaming. Hey! If you don't get down you'll hurt yourself. Please, just come down here already, we can talk about this!"
"Screw you! You don't give a shit about us, all you care about is your precious main course. We have to pay to get in, while you got in on a stupid talent, Ultimate Private Investigator my ass." the teen cried. Hisashi grit his teeth, about to reply when he felt a gloved hand on his own. He looked to his right, seeing his sister Kyoko, standing beside him, a frown on her face. She took the megaphone from him, looking straight at the leader.
"Reserve Course Students, please get down from there...we don't want anyone to get hurt!" she cried.
"Oh yeah? You don't want anyone to get hurt, then what about the Student Council? 13 kids died three days ago, and you fuckers are trying to cover it up!" one shouted angrily.
"What?" Sayaka cried, glancing at Hisashi. His face remained calm as he took a breath, brushing his wet locks from his face.
"I do not know where you learned this information, but it isn't true. The School Council is currently out of the country, studying abroad! Please get down from there, I promise nothing will happen to you." Kyoko said firmly.
"You liar!"
"Tell us outright you bastards, you're hiding this!"
The leader of the group threw something down, which fluttered in the wind as it fell. It slammed to the ground, sliding a few feet from the impact. Several glossy pictures fell from within the book, which actually turned out to be a binder. One of the girls knelt down and picked it up, eyes widening.
"What is this...oh my god, they truly are dead!"
"No, those have to be fakes...they can't be real."
"I don't think you can fake someone's decapitation asshole!"
The crowd of security guards and Ultimate students started bickering back and forth, arguing about the pictures. Sonia knelt down and grabbed one that had fallen to the floor, almost throwing up when she saw it.
"Kiriko...Karen...Oh my god." she said, placing a hand on her throat.
"This is terrible." Peko whispered, tearing her eyes away from the pictures.
"Daisuke...he was suffering because he saw this...he saw this in person...and those fucks are trying to hide it!" Hiyoko snapped angrily. Hisashi shook a bit as he took back the bullhorn. He glanced at Juzo, who had a sad look on his face.
"I don't know where you got a hold of this, but I must ask you to keep it to yourselves. If the people found out about this..."
"That's the idea asshole, we're sick and tired of being second rate...we're going to send a message not just to this pathetic academy, but to the entire goddamn world. We will not fall beneath those with talent, we will fight, even if we have to give up our lives for it!"
With that, the boy jumped. Several people screamed as his body struck the ground, exploding with pink blood. Several more people cried, loud pops and sickening crunches filled the area as all of the students jumped off the building. They all screamed, but not in fear, it looked like they were enjoying themselves. The looks on their faces were of pure glee, their eyes crimson and filled with nothing but despair. Hisashi closed his eyes, dropping to his knees, trying to cover the sound.
"Stop it, stop it please!" he shouted, tears running down his face. But they didn't stop, one by one, all 267 students jumped off of the Main Course building, their bodies littered the entire courtyard, large splotches of blood ran down the drains, mixing with the rainwater.
Not far from there, stood Junko Enoshima, leaning underneath a tree, a smirk on her face. She had been filming the whole thing on her phone. She turned to face Daisuke, who had look of despair in one his face. She traced a finger under his jawline, causing him to look at her.
"You see...in the end hope is nothing but second rate. Despair is the true fate of this world...and you helped me achieve it...pat yourself on the back." she said.
"You disgust me...you were never like this...what happened to the airhead Junko I met in Barcelona?" he snapped angrily.
"Oh that...she didn't exist...you see that was all a front. That is the truth of who I am...the Ultimate Despair...I'm going to bring this world to its knees, and if you say something about it, your girls will pay the price...and if you get rid of that book, your entire family dies. Now run along, and don't say anything to anyone!" she said, pushing him forward. His shoulders shook a bit as he walked, clutching his bag tightly in his hands.
He glanced behind his shoulder, only to see Junko was gone. He shook his head and kept on walking, staring at all of the bodies before him. He was the cause of it, 267 students died, influenced by the book that Junko had forced him to read. A twisted version of the book he had written. He saw it, the words written on it were woven in such a way that would inspire hope, but all of the editing and other additions, had turned his wonderful store of hope, into nothing more than despair. He wanted to tear it to shreds, but he knew he couldn't...he couldn't do anything about it. He wrapped his arms around Hiyoko and Sonia, the girls jumping a bit.
"Hey girls." he said.
"Jesus, Shit! You scared the piss out of me!" Sonia cried, hugging him tightly. Her face was soaked in tears, much like everyone elses...it wasn't long before the police showed up, their jaws aslack as they saw all of the bodies on the ground. Jin Kirigiri walked over to the chief of police. For the first since they had met, he had seen the Headmaster of the Academy cry.
"Junko did this...she's doing all of this...I have to put a stop to it...I need to put an end to her plan. But I can't risk myself, she could easily kill me."
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and let go of the girls hands. He reached into his pocket and flicked it open, reading the message, eyes widening a bit.
"Now that you've successfully proved yourself useful, I want you to do something else for me. There are a couple of kids from Class 79 that have my interest...I want you to conform them...refusal results in the death of your girls...tick tock Ultimate Story Teller." ~Junko
"Something wrong?" Hiyoko asked, earning a soft no from the boy.
"No...nothing at all." he said, closing his phone.
Xxx
Junko was grinning, feverishly typing on the computer she had borrowed from the deceased trustee. There was a small basket of Takoyaki beside her, all of them still steaming hot. She slammed her ice pick into the flour ball, shoving it into her mouth, licking her lips.
"Alright, it's time for everyone to know what's going on here at Hope's Peak Academy. After this, everyone is going to be super pissed, but everyone has the right to know...and send!" she cried, slamming the ice pick into the enter key. The screen blinked twice as the message was sent, to the entire Reserve Course Student Body. She grinned, eyes scanning over the words.
"Hope's Peak Academy is supposedly a school that breeds hope...but what you all don't know is what's going on behind the scenes. A few days ago, The Student Council was found murdered in the main course building, victims of a vicious attack. The Board of Trustees decided that it would be best to sweep it under the rug and forget all about it. The students that represent hope were killed by another student.
The Reserve Course was set up to suck the money out of those who were interested in the academy. That money was used to fund a project that took one of you poor saps and sucked the life out of him. After the horrifying human experimentation was complete, the boy was set loose in the academy.
Who's the culprit behind these gruesome murders against the students? Why none other than the guinea pig used in those experiments, Izuru Kamukura, the Ultimate Hope. A Reserve Course student who had his brain experimented on, all of it funded by the money obtained from your parents salaries. He killed 13 students, so that makes all of you who funded his creation, accomplices to murder.
Furthermore, 267 Reserve Course students found out the secrets behind this experience and were so horrified that they jumped off the Main Course Building...what did they do? They hid it of course. The Trustees don't care about you, Hope's Peak Academy doesn't care about you, all you are to them, are guinea pigs, guinea pigs without an ounce of smarts or talents. Now that you know about this, what will you do about it? Will you stand there and suck it up, or will you fight for the right to be an Ultimate Student? Why not take a look at the attached video file, none of it is fake, all of it is footage taken from the cameras within the Main Course building, that horrible night three days ago.
Hope's Peak Academy isn't a breeding ground for hope...it's an academy of despair. An academy that condones human experimentation and pseudo-science, funded from your parents pockets right to the government itself. A corrupt school system that needs to be brought to its knees...but all of your are useless Reserve Course students, you couldn't possibly do anything about it...or can you?"
"Upupupupupu, now it's time to find a seat and wait for the shit storm to start." She said.
"Sister, preparations have been made for the experiment." Mukuro said.
"Experiment? What experiment?" she asked, tilting her head.
"The Ryouko Otonashi experiment...you wished to see if the mind wiping software that Yasuke created was complete or not." she replied.
"Ah yes, I almost forgot...boo...I wanted to watch this go down...I guess you'll have to do it for me sis...have fun!" she said, running toward the door...she paused, turning to look at her sister.
"Do not let anyone see that ZV Test video before I am back...this will only be a three day experiment, so don't you dare touch it...and make sure Daisuke is a good boy and keeps his end of the bargain, kay?"
"Yes of course, I will dress like you just like you asked."
"Perfect, ciao!" the girl said, giving her sister a wink.
"I cannot keep Ryouta Mitarai and Mikan Tsumiki tranquilized for long. They will need to eat soon...I suppose I can grab some medicines from the hospital...if I set up an IV for them they don't need external sources of food...yes that shall do nicely."
Mukuro walked over to the secret door in the room, walking down the hallway. The next few days were going to be rather interesting, and she knew her sister would want a front row seat to it...so she had to do her best to take care of everything, so she could relay the despair right back to her.