Dangan Royale Chapter 4: Fantasy and Delusion, a Battle Royale + Danganronpa Crossover fanfic

Known weapons so far:

Hiyoko Saionji– Sewing scissors (currently held by Celes)

Celestia Ludenberg – Pepper spray

Teruteru Hanamura – Shield

Mikan Tsumiki – Sickle

Gonta Gokuhara – Stun Gun

Shuichi Saihara - Colt M1911 .45 Semi-Automatic Pistol

Deaths:

Victim: Hiyoko Saionji - Killer: Celestia Ludenberg – Weapon: Sewing scissors

"K-Killing game…?! This is preposterous! Nonsensical! Having to fight one's friends to the death until only one survives sure sounds like a wacky set up for a hentai, but this is real life! This must be fiction of some sort! Yeah, that's it, just some cruel, absurd form of entertainment someone invented… The real world may often be boring and cruel, but it can't be THIS bad. Something like a Killing Game would only happen in the superior 2D world…" Hifumi Yamada calmed his unhealthy heart with pleasant lies.

However, he was painfully aware that the tragedy he was forcefully plunged into was the cold, hard truth. No longer would he take refuge inside the artistic fantasies he created so skillfully. The Ultimate Fanfic Creator would have to face the real word that he despised so much.

You must stay calm and composed, Mr. Yamada, just like Levi Ackerman! If this isn't just a cruel prank, which I highly doubt, then at least you won't let anyone hurt you if you're like him! That's right… Everything will be just fine…

Hifumi had always been a very eccentric and devoted lover of his fanfictions; in fact, talking so much about his talent was one of the reasons why other people had never really took any interest in talking to him; but he wasn't stupid. He couldn't deny the obvious anymore: He was thrown into a Killing Game – He was thrown into Hell.

The evidence of this? He saw professor Kazuo being dismembered with a saw before his strained eyes. The blood and gore were very much real, just like the horror in Mikan's face as his blood splattered on her. A horror he could perfectly empathize with.

Additionally, the sophisticated crossbow and the case of bolts he had on his backpack were further evidence that the crazy teddy bear meant business. He was actually expected to kill the other students – his friends.

Are they really my friends, though? None of them appreciates the divine blessing that is the Otaku world. They're all just a sad bunch of normies who'll never catch a glimpse of what true entertainment looks like… And I know that they don't like me… I know that they make fun of me… I can't say I blame them, but… unlike me, they're all acquainted with the real world… And these are the reasons why… why they'll hunt me down like a pig! I can't do this…! I can hardly run for 10 seconds straight! That pack of immoral, disrespectful low-lives will slaughter me without thinking twice!

His fat legs ran and ran around a small but thick forest area near the starting classroom. He decided to avoid it in order to evade conflict, as the vegetation would surely have plenty of hideaways for his frie… enemies.

Nonetheless, he still met some of the other students; his delicate blood-pumping organ nearly stopped when he saw Gonta's feral features blackened by the night's darkness, though the Ultimate Entomologist sighted him as well, he chose to ignore him. Then, as he paused for a bit to inspect his weapon and catch his breath, he could have sworn he saw Leon Kuwata running not far from him, but it didn't seem like the athlete noticed him.

After hours of running and resting and more running, he decided to sit his huge body against a palm tree. As he observed that the island he was trapped in had an overall tropical look, he sighted a high quality looking-hotel with the words «Hotel Mirai» written on it, from afar.

He pondered for moment whether or nor he would enter it or continue running. That place would surely be concealing his blood-thirsty school mates, but he was too exhausted to walk much farther, so finding a better place to hide was out of the question too.

Almost as if on cue, he watched Mahiru and Ibuki franticly sprinting towards the hotel as they held hands.

Sh-Should I… kill them? I bet this crossbow could land a bolt from this distance… I'll most likely miss, but… They'd do the same for me, right? Ibuki is always acting friendly and positive. Mahiru is headstrong and caring… But surely in this situation they'd throw all that out of the window and wouldn't hesitate to murder a fatty like me! Or maybe… that was all an act all along! I have to do something… I can't die here! I don't feel fulfilled yet, I haven't even fulfilled my dream – To write something so inspirational that I will improve my readers' life, make them have a change of heart and, who knows, inspire them to create art of their own…

He wasn't sure if he had any real friends. Sacrificing real social interaction in exchange with the idealized love from the fictional characters he wielded was something he very much welcomed.

Humans are innately liars. When they're not lying, they're berating, often with no apparent reason other than sheer childish sadism. Hifumi knows this better than anyone.

"What the hell do you want?" the annoyed boy from his memories asked.

"I uh… I was wondering if I could play with you…" Hifumi answered meekly.

"… You do know that we're playing soccer, right?" the other child questioned irritated after switching confused glances with his friend.

"Uh... Yeah…?"

"And you do know that playing soccer requires physical effort, right?" the boy who held the ball questioned rudely, very much aware of Hifumi's atrocious athletic prowess.

"I do… So… is it okay for me to play with you?"

"Okay? It would be okay if you weren't such a fatty slow-poke! Piss off, you sad loser, and come back when you're in shape!" one of the mean kids spat with disgust.

"What?! I'm in shape!" he countered tenaciously.

"Of course you're in shape… Round is a shape." a boy joked cruelly, causing his group of friends to burst into laughter and young Hifumi to flinch in shame.

"H-Hey! I-I'm not fat!" he protested desperately as he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Hifumi, you're fat. Don't sugar coat it, 'cause you'll it that too."

"For your information, I have a kickass 6-pack! This shirt is just too large for me, I borrowed it from my dad!" he argued stressfully. He preferred living in a pleasant lie than facing the cold, hard truth about his weight problem.

"Your 6-pack must be very precious to you then. Is that why you protect it with a huge layer of fat?" someone fueled the fit of laughter of the other kids and Hifumi's sorrow.

"O-Okay… I'm… a little chubby, but that's only natural! Obesity runs in my family!" he tried finding some common ground in order to alleviate their disdain for him.

"Obesity doesn't run in your family, honey. No one runs in your family!"

"How dare you! I demand the same respect I give you all! Don't you know how to act in a society?!" he objected headstrong. There was nothing he despised more than unlawfulness.

"I'm sorry, did my our jokes offend you? Which one of your chins did we hurt?"

…

He returned home crying that day. He didn't do anything wrong. Why were those kids so bad? Do all fat people have to go through that? That's when he remembered… His sister, she was just as overweight as he was, but he didn't recall anyone ever mistreating her… What was her secret?

"Fujiko, how come I never saw you cry? You're always so cheerful… Aren't there mean people around you?" he finally inquired his sister.

"Oh Hifumi… People like that will never stop existing, no matter how you look like and how you act like. Trust me, I know this… Out there, all you'll find is cruelty and lies. Don't bother conforming, they'll just see you as a submissive doormat if you do. And I'm always happy, because I stopped caring about pretty much everyone. Find something you love, immerse yourself in it, and then you'll be happy. In my case, I dedicated my life to literature and fanfiction. I do what I love, no one bothers me and I couldn't be happier…" she explained sweetly.

Her sister touched his heart deeply. Everything she said made sense.

Since he also had a keen interest in reading, he decided to follow his sister's footsteps – He started writing aimlessly with no exact plan in his mind. Only what made him happy.

The product of his love was but a simple story about a muscular boy called Hifumi Yamada who was revered by all the mean kids who were bad to him. He was also worshipped like a God by the girls who laughed at him. Except these ones were cuter.

As he grew older, his unrequited libido started conflating with his fantasies. He lived his sexuality, that he damn well knew would be neglected by any human being, through idealized, perfect 2-dimensional cartoons. This didn't bother him, though. 3-dimensional women repulsed him, just like he repulsed them.

"Hi…" he shyly approached a group of 4 girls from his class in his schoolyard, the day after the humiliating incident.

"What?!" the tallest of them questioned impatiently, clearly not interest in talking to him.

"It's just… Yesterday I spent the whole day writing something and… I was hoping to find someone who could tell me what they thought, and… You know, talk… Or something?" he explained meekly.

"Oh… Yeah! Sure!" she heeded joyfully, before trading mischievous giggles with her friends.

"Really?! Thanks! Here you go…" he handed over the notebook where he wrote his masterpiece.

The girls put the notebook on a table of the schoolyard's grassy area and proceeded to leaf through the 50 pages-long story rather quickly together. It didn't take 1 minute for them to turn the final page.

"Oh. My. God. This was awesome!" the shortest girl exclaimed excitedly.

"Seriously?! Thanks! That really means a lot… But… you read it pretty quickly… Did you understand everything?" he asked hopeful to make friends.

"Yeah… Actually… we didn't read that much. We were too disgusted by the smelly grease left by your hands." the one with glasses spat aggressively, breaking Hifumi's heart with one fell swoop.

"Ewwwww! You know what? I take it back, your story was SHIT! I bet those unwashed hands of yours have touched not only grease but your butthole too! Do you use your shit as a perfume? I mean, it certainly improves your natural scent…" the tiniest one mocked in between laughs as her friends cackled uncontrollably.

"I bet he touched his weiner as he wrote this piece of trash too!" the girl who had been quiet joined the insult party.

"How dare you, you daft dimbos!? Have I ever done anything to you?!" he stood his ground as he fought his tears with all his might.

"Fuck yeah you did! Because of you, we tainted our eyes with this piece of shit! Speaking of which, this calls for a new nickname… What about – Shitumi Yuckada? After all you have plenty of similarities with poop. You're both ugly, talentless, useless, stinky and probably disease infested." the one with glasses hissed cruelly.

"Don't forget roundy and rich in fat!" the quiet girl added whimsically.

"That too. I think it's time to return the favor. Since you contaminated our eyesight with crap, we'll contaminate yours with crap." the lankiest threatened before clutching the opened notebook and throw it on nearby dog feces.

"STOOOOOP!" he roared desperately.

She then grabbed the top part of the notebook that remained clean and used it to safely pick up the excrement before flinging it at Hifumi's face, dirtying him from his eyes to his philtrum with a gross shade of brown.

"Ngaaaaaaaaaaah!" he howled with his signature nerdy voice.

"Tough, right? That's how we felt." they mocked as they had a good laugh together at his expense.

He had enough. He was told time and time again that he should treat women with utmost respect, but the way one treats people is a statement about who they are as human beings. Those girls just proved that they were despicable scumbags and Hifumi wanted revenge.

Out of sheer, animalistic impulse, he lunged his large, heavy body at the female who assaulted him, knocking her to the ground quite strongly. She reacted with an immature, offended scream as if she hadn't done anything wrong. Her friends also acted like she was a wronged victim.

He wasn't really sure what to do with her next. He hadn't thought that far ahead. But before another form of payback crossed his mind, the group of boys that humiliated him the day before appeared due to the shrill cries of those jealous bitches and submitted Hifumi to a beat down.

Not really to avenge the girls. They just wanted a reason to beat him up.

When the humiliation was finally over, he just wanted to go home and write his pain away. Creating beautiful fantasy worlds was his newest stress killer.

"Uhm... Hifumi... Are you okay? Why are you crying?" a young Hiyoko Saionji, one of his classmates, moaned genuinely concerned about him.

"Shut the hell up, you fucking bitch!" he yelled frustrated, causing her to flinch her tiny form.

Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming stress caused by the Killing Game, but Hifumi found it extremely hard to dismiss this painful memory that had been burned in his mind. He never had any trouble in separating reality from fiction, so why did he recalled that all of a sudden?

In any case, because of his walk down memory lane, he missed his chance to shoot Mahiru and Ibuki. Before he knew it, they had already entered the hotel, and most likely tightened it shut.

Wha-What got into me?! I was really gonna do it... I may hate society, but I always prided myself in following its rules. At least I recognise they are valuable. If only everyone thought the same... No one would suffer. I'd be a lot happier...

The fact remained that he was exhausted and he couldn't risk being out in the open. He'd be too much of an easy target, but then again, the hotel was most likely brimming with enemies, at least 2 of them, since it was a good hiding place and was near the starting classroom, so he decided to approach the smaller, wooden facility near the hotel in hopes of finding refuge. He knew there was a signboard there, but he could hardly tell what it said.

He carefully scanned the area... His weary eyes detected nothing. Therefore, he saw no choice but to recklessly make a run for it towards the distant destination.

Through sweat, pauses and gasps and puffs for air, he finally managed to reach... What? Halfway? Hotel Mirai couldn't be further than 65 meters (213 feet) from the palm tree where he started, but that was still a victory for Hifumi.

When he was on the verge of dropping from fatigue, he saw a dark figure very well concealed in the darkness of the night. It looked like Celes!

"Miss Ludenberg!" he shouted for her almost too loudly.

"Hm? Yamada?" she jolted instantly the moment she sensed another's presence, like an experienced hunter wary of their prey.

"What happened to you? Did you get in a fight? Are you okay?" he questioned preoccupied. The tornado hair extensions that she treasured were gone and her cherished fancy clothes were torn to shreds, suggesting that she engaged in combat. Nevertheless, she displayed no signs of injury...

He would have avoided her had she been anyone else. However, he held a special affinity towards Celes...

"Yamada, would you kindly make me a cup of tea?" the Ultimate Gambler sweetly asked as politely and elegantly as humanly possible in his memory.

"Me?" he squealed astonished by the fact that he was being addressed so kindly by the 3D girl he found the most attractive.

It... It all had to be a lie, right? Surely, she had an agenda. Every time someone was kind to him, they had an ulterior motive. Hifumi had gone through way too many harsh experiences in the life outside of his room to know that he shouldn't believe a person, especially a woman, who was kind to him. So much so he would yell at them to leave whenever they attempted to talk to him and eventually started enjoying doing so.

"Make that milk tea, if you would be so kind." she added serenely as she laced her fingers together and placed her hands underneath her chin, that supported an angelical pure-white tilted expression.

"Wh-Why me?" he inquired sceptically.

"You bear the same plump form as the master of the café I used to frequent..." her sweet expression instantly vanished only to be replaced by a blank one that stared to her top left. He chose to ignore her ridiculous reason. "Do be quick about it please. I'm parched." she urged with her innocent manner again.

"I'm not very good at making tea, though..." he casually confessed.

"I'm certain Hope's Peak Academy's kitchen will provide you everything you need to brew a sufficiently exquisite tea. Furthermore, surely Kirumi Tojo will me more than pleased to aid you if you need. Go on now." she commanded with a smile.

"A-All right..." he obeyed meekly.

In all honesty, he wasn't all that interested in acting like a slave. It's just that he believed he was growing stagnant relatively to his artistic writing and drawings. The real people he valued the most were his online viewers and reviewers, and recently, his vast fan base had been criticising him about ridiculously unrealistic scenarios and his obvious lack of social interaction, that made the dialogues he created seem downright weird.

Upon multiple suggestions to get out more and learn «how the real world works», as they put it, he decided to explore the world outside of his bedroom, to which he had closed his heart to. He hoped that by acting more extrovertly, he could get a better grip of realistic interaction to please his dear fans. Diversity of experiences would also bring originality to his stories and drawings.

But the main reason why he took an interest toward Celestia was because... He wanted to fuck her. He'd much rather stay in his room masturbating to the fictional women he drew, but... Deep down, he craved for more. The instinctive, animalistic, lascivious urges required something more... real to be pleased. He felt the need to be able to truthfully tell himself that he was good enough to have sex with a real woman. And Celestia Ludenberg was the closest to a fictional character he could find; due to her unusual, extravagant appearance. She was the best of both worlds.

There was a striking comment on one of his online published mangas that hit a nerve: «lol XD ur hentais are geting werder n werder last chap princes piggles was fcking the protag whil the empres of orgasms threatend dem and now that tey had nothg to do tey had a quickie? Holy shit u fuckng virgin u obviosly never had sex befor seriously if u car abt ur fans go get laid.»

And try to get laid he would.

Hifumi waddled to the academy's kitchen with a look of discontent. He couldn't find Kirumi, the Ultimate Maid, so he decided to pour his heart and soul into the tea by himself.

Some minutes later...

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" he shouted proud of his deed, with one fist dug into his hip and a tray on the other hand.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air as he returned.

"Ehehe, I'm looking forward to tasting it." she commented grateful.

"Y-You might as well... have some made for everyone... while you were in there..." Toko Fukawa remarked condescendingly. The scent of the tea had opened her appetite.

"I reject your proposal out of hand! You don't even resemble my type!" he countered tenaciously as he pointed one disdainful index finger at the Ultimate Novelist, causing her to curse him in silence.

"Then allow me..." with a smile on her face, Celes reached forward and picked the up the teacup... "What's this?!" she tilted her head as she spoke confused, almost offended.

Then, she launched the cup at the wall, bursting it into smithereens at the impact.

"Whaaaat?!" he shouted as he placed his large hands on the most «What the fuck» face of his life. "Tarry, tarry... What are you doing, Ms. Hare?!" he added another otaku reference that nobody but himself understood.

"I cannot stand milk tea of this kind." she growled with disgust.

"U-Ummm... I am unable to comprehend..." he admitted puzzled.

Actually, he comprehended her actions. He comprehended such detestable attitudes all too well. What he didn't comprehend was her. He found Celes's character intriguing. She lied and manipulated without thinking twice on a constant basis, and because of that, she always got what she wanted, when she wanted. Even though he condemned this behaviour, he couldn't help admitting it was very advantageous and above all, interesting.

He decided he would examine her mindset further. He was certain that if a wrote and drew a character like her, he would be able to capture the fascination of his audience.

"If I were to order a cup of milk tea at a nearby café, the waitress ought to bring me a small dish of milk along with my tea. I am one who prefers to have the milk put in my tea as it's being brewed. Preparing it this way gives the tea an incomparably more pleasant aroma. Further, choosing to add milk or... say... lemon after the fact reduces the decision to that of picking a condiment. I, for one, question the legitimacy of glorifying such a choice as a menu item. As such, I will only acknowledge royal milk tea – brewed directly in milk." she asserted confidently and coldly. The look on her face yelled «Now go clean that up!»

"Umm, so... This is how you thank me... for going out of my way to make you tea?!" he asked her bewildered. He had met real human malice before, but that was ridiculous.

He didn't mind, though. The more he explored her psyche, the better will be the new character he would create. Besides, if he got on her good side, he just might be able lose his virginity to her.

"You are the one who should be thanking me. I am aware that a practically shut-in like you lacks the social skills to notice, so I will tell you: Women simply love men who sacrifice themselves to please them. Especially when it comes to tea - The quickest way to a woman's heart is through tea." she manipulated confidently.

"Um... I'm pretty sure that's a lie... But she sure sounded pretty convincing! Interesting..." he thought in his mind.

"I understand you're frustrated. In a café that serves both milk tea and royal milk tea, the latter is always the more expensive and difficult to brew." she acknowledged emotionlessly. "However, what good is a menu item that doesn't take a little bit of effort to make?" her angelical face returned.

"Um, first of all, there is no menu here..." he tried to reason.

"Shut yer fuckin' trap and go make me my goddamn tea, Porky!" she hollered profoundly as her temper flared. Even her accent took a 180 degrees spin as she lifted her sharp, silver, Gunmetal plated ring and her two large twin-drill pigtails bristled.

"Eeeeeeeep! Y-Yes! Porky is at your service! Bringing your tea riiight awaaay!" he yielded as he vanished to the academy's kitchen.

"Ehehe. It's amazing how far a little intimidation can go." she rejoiced calmly once he left earshot.

She was hard to read then and she was hard to read when he met her at the Killing Game. However, maybe it was due to sheer naivety, but Hifumi thought and hoped he managed to remotely decipher who Celestia truly was. And make her at least slightly more pleasant. He was willing to change for her. He left his comfort zone and submitted himself to stressful situations for her sake, and she knew this. He could only hope he made a change in her for the best as well.

"No. Thank Heavens I haven't fought once we arrived. I merely discarded some of my accessories and ripped my clothes so I could move faster." Celestia explained tranquil as they quickly moved to the wooden facilities near the hotel where they might find shelter.

If ghosts could speak, Hiyoko's spirit would probably be yelling at Hifumi to run away.

"Thank goodness...! Well, do you want to form an allian-"

"Is that your weapon?!" she interrupted as she pointed to the crossbow he held. No emotion on her face.

"Yes, it's mine. Don't worry, I haven't harmed anyone." he spoke softly.

When they approached their destination they could see a welcome sign made of wood with the words «Usami Corral» written on it. Apparently, it was a farm.

They could see mostly cows, pigs and chickens out in the open sleeping. When they walked past the slumbering animals, none of them woke up, or remotely reacted, which means if anyone was hidden in there, the animals wouldn't reveal their presence.

The place where they roamed quietly had the typical look of a large ranch: abundant vegetation, wooden fences; but nothing in there resembled proper shelter for the night, with the exception of a barn. It's only downside was the scent caused by the sleeping horses that dwelled inside. Their excrement made it impossible for them to sleep.

Interestingly, the amount of waste matter the horses produced seemed only one day old. It was like the barn was cleaned for the last time the day before they arrived... But who cleaned it? And where were they now?

"It would seem as though there is no one in here... No wonder, considering this insufferable stench." Celes remarked with disgust after professionally inspecting the barn extremely quietly.

There was only one entrance in that wretched place, so they guarded the front door together. They left the door opened but one mere inch so they could peer through the tiny gap and stay alert. Though it was nearly impossible to see anything in the night, they could still hear quite well.

"So... Miss Ludenberg... About our alliance..." Hifumi started gently, careful not to upset her in their situation.

"...I will not stay here for long. It is still quite early on in this Killing Game, once the dust settles a bit more, I shall head to Hotel Mirai." she emotionlessly announced after slowly turning her head toward him after almost half a minute of silence, completely ignoring his proposal.

What's up with her? She's acting weird... Weirder... Is she just stressed out and trying to hide it? She looks awfully calm...

"You can't! Surely, that luxurious place is filled with other people! I saw Mahiru and Ibuki heading inside!" he chivalrously warned preoccupied.

"Did you now? Good. I will head there and kill them in that case. Will you join me or will I have to end you right now?" she casually stated.

"Nyeeeeeeeehhhh! Wh-What... What did you say?!" his heart almost stopped.

"Join me or die. The choice is yours."

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! Long time no see! Sorry to end this in cliff hanger, but I started writing and I couldn't stop, consequently I ended up having one GIANT chapter, so I ultimately (pun intended XD ) decided to split it in two. Not to worry though, the next chapter is already available!