DanganRonpa:

I'll Dance On Your Grave 2

Chapter 5

Hajime's P.O.V:

"Move! Go go go!"

I started repeating in my mind over and over like a broken record as I made my way over the slick cement. Truth be told, everything around me was sort of blurry, almost like motion blur you'd see in a video game. I remember running past snow covered hedges and barren trees as the snow crunched underneath my bare feet.

Panting to the point of hyperventilating, I quickly ran away from that nightmare. And as I passed through a black double door gate, it was at that moment that I realized that I was truly free. Not safe, but free, there was a difference.

I exited that gate and finally landed on the black asphalt. Never in my life would I ever be thankful to see the road ahead of me. But I was today! With tears of happiness flying from my face, I quickly started making my way down this barren drab road. It was still winter, and the clouds still covered the sun. So seeing everything in almost a light grey filter wasn't extraordinary by any sense of the word.

Tap tap tap tap! The sounds of my feet flapping the ground filled my ears as I ran, and ran, and ran even more away from that nightmare house. I didn't even look back; what if they were chasing me? I knew that if I did look back and see them, that I'd choke and start slowing down, giving them ample time to catch me.

In the corner of my eyes I could see multiple white, red, and black cars pass me by on the street. Which wasn't unnatural; from what I was seeing, I was running in a neighborhood after all. Parked cars were natural. And so were the dull colored houses after all. I did mention it was winter right?

I ran, for what seemed like hours, until I finally rounded a corner, and watched as cars started honking and passing me by. Looking around, I spotted numerous foreign language posters, and graffiti on the wall as I struggled to regain my senses. Where in the hell was I?

Of course, I tried flagging some cars down in an attempt to ask for help, and possibly get me away for good. But as luck would have it, all they did was honk their horns at me, and drive on by. No one was stopping for me, and I didn't understood why.

Soon after wards, I noticed a couple walking side by side each other. Each one of them had on a long thick black jacket, and a fur hat. Of course, it was appropriate clothing for the season, I could tell that they thought I was insane. And I didn't blame them at all; I was running around in a shirt, and boxers. But then again, there was always the possibility of them being good samaritans.

"Please, help me! Call the police! Something!" I asked them as I approached them. I made sure to stay calm and composed as I did so, but they just outstretched their hands and started backing away. Worse yet, I couldn't understand the language they were telling me. Their actions though instantly told me that they wanted nothing to do with me.

So I asked another nearby lonesome person for help. A man wearing a long jacket and long overflowing hair. I walked up to him and asked if he could call the police. And just like the couple, he outstretched his hands, and started backing away from me. As he done so, he too was speaking a foreign language I had no knowledge of. It was then, that I finally stepped back, and started looking at various signs on various buildings. Every single one of them was unfamiliar to me. They weren't English, they weren't Japanese. What kind of language was... My thoughts stopped right there.

What if... What if I wasn't in New York anymore? I looked around and started panicking again. I had no idea where this was, and I certainly hadn't seen this type of language used here. I would've recognized the English, and these other people should've recognized mine! Where in the absolute freezing Hell was I?

It was then at that moment, I heard a siren start to play. Looking around through teary eyes, I watched as a dark blue car started to approach me, with a single red light blaring around. Was this the police? Surely they'd be able to help right?

As I watched that car park, I spotted a woman, stepping out of it. She had on a blue uniform, a hat, and she had a radio on her shirt. She approached me, and started to grab my hands. As she done so, she started speaking to me in that same language I heard just now, the accent and the words sounded exactly similar. It was then, that I started to tell her what happened.

"Please! Please help me! I was attacked! I was held prisoner! I don't know where I am!" I started breaking down in front of her as she held onto my hands. She didn't seem aggressive, and she didn't have any intention of putting me in cuffs from what I saw. I just kept begging her, over and over, until I watched another blue car pull up behind her.

Out of that car, stepped a male with short hair, and a beige jacket. He quickly ran over to me, and started talking to the officer.

"Ok! It's ok!" He started saying in English, as well as that same language I couldn't understand. He took me away from the cop's hands, and started to put his jacket over me.

"D-Do you speak English?!" I asked him as he finally put his jacket over me. In that brief moment, all the despair that had been wallowing in the pit of my stomach slowly started to fade as he guided me back to his car. He just kept repeating that everything was gonna be ok now. His voice was firm, and he seemed like he had complete control of the situation. Like that, He quickly guided me over to the backseat of the blue car, and opened it for me. Still sniffling, I stepped inside, and struggled to get warm.

He walked over to the other side of the car, got in the driver's seat, and looked back at me. "Are you American?" He asked me, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Yes! I was going to America for a year for school! Please help! I've been kidnapped and raped and assaulted..." I started repeating that over and over. I wanted him to get the full story after all! He seemed like he was involved with the police, and if they asked me for the whole story, I wanted to make sure I could give it to them!

"Sir, do you know where you are?" The male asked me. Shaking my head back and forth, I gave him the honest truth.

"No! I don't know where I am. I'm still in America right?" I asked him. What he said next, started to make me shake down to my core.

"America? Oh no. You're in the country of Novaselic." He told me, while raising an eyebrow. He must've thought I was nuts. But as soon as he said that word, it all made sense now. The foreign language, the neighborhood, the people acting like they thought I was crazy. I had no idea where Novaselic was, nor have I heard of it being in the states. So I came to the horrifying conclusion that I was kidnapped to an entirely other country. And that alone caused me to start visibly shaking.

"Oh no... Oh no oh no oh no..." I started chanting over and over again. This couldn't be happening; they took me overseas to this weird country?!

"Do you remember now?" The man asked me, that same concerned look in his face not disappearing for a second.

"I don't! I really don't. I was attacked in New York over in the States! I woke up here in some strange house! I don't know how I got here oh dear god." I started crying again as I came to the awful conclusion. How long had I been out? Days? Weeks? Possibly... months? I had no fucking idea what was happening, I was so confused, so lost, so helpless that I didn't know what to think at that moment.

"Everything's going to be fine. I promise." He told me. And like that, he turned around, locked the doors, and turned on the car once more. Leaning my head on the window, I watched as people, and buildings started to pass by. We were moving, and if what he was was true, then I'd be on my way back home, one way or another.

After a few minutes of driving, I watched as a big white building started to come into view. As we drove up to what appeared to be another black gate, two men in green uniforms started to approach us. The short haired man whose name I found out was Fabio, flashed them an ID card. With that, the gate opened, and we started driving through this gated community.

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"Sir, you really need to see a doctor."

Fabio told me, as he sat across from me at a big wooden desk. After being led through what appeard to be a police station, he took me to one of his offices. It was small, painted white, and had billboards hanging up everywhere. Pictures of all sorts of countries and all sorts of people he was hanging out with. It had the feel of professional, yet casual at the same time.

I of course, was cushioned on a blue seat facing towards him. He managed to get me a blanket, and a cup of hot cocoa, in which I had feverishly drank because I was parched. His desk was scattered with assorted pencils, papers, and other office supplies like a stapler, and a calender. He screamed professional in my eyes.

"No! I don't want anyone touching me... No one!" I responded to him. I figured my response was valid enough; I didn't want anyone probing around down there, violating me again. No. That simply wasn't going to happen. And I didn't want it to either. "I just wanna go back to the states..." I told him, my eyes swollen and red from crying. He seemed understanding enough; he twirled a pencil in his hands and was sitting there looking at me as I told my story to him. There was no reason for me to distrust him at the moment, until he started to speak once more.

"So again, tell me. These four women broke into your apartment in the States, right?" He had asked me for the umpteenth time. I understand that police and what not had to ask you the same questions over and over for legal purposes, but was this really necessary?

"I told you already. Yes. Yes they did." I responded back to him.

"Forgive me, it's just that this story is kind of strange." He told me. Well ok, at first he seemed understanding, but I didn't realize he had a hint of skepticism inside. I raised my eyebrow, and started to question that.

"Story...?" I said. "Look, I've told you this story over and over. You should be out there looking for these women!" I told him, still huddled in my chair. I didn't have the strength to get all worked up at the moment.

"I think, I think you have drugs in your system. That's why you don't want to see a doctor. Because they'll run tests and see them inside your body, right?" He asked me, putting down the pencil and crossing his arms.

"Look, I want to go home, now. Unless you're going to charge for taking forced drugs against my will." I told him. I was starting to get fed up of course. But I knew in the back of my mind that he had a twinge of doubt. Why would I lie about this? Why would some person like me be dazed and confused out on the streets? It simply didn't make sense.

As he started to speak again, I heard the door behind me start to open. Like that, a tall woman started to open the door. Turning around, I watched as she entered the room with a smile.

"Ms. Enoshima you're early, I wasn't ready to release him yet." I heard Fabio tell the woman. Giving her a quick up and down, I noticed that she too, must've spoken the same language as this man. She had big, tall black boots with red laces, and black leggings. Over that, she wore a red checkered skirt, and had a black long sleeved button up shirt right over top of it. She was wearing a red tie, and had two hair accessories in her... well hair. Speaking of hair, it was long and blonde, and it flowed downwards in two ponytails. I wouldn't say she looked professional, but she looked official if that made any sense.

"Of course. Now, tell me a little more about him." I watched the blonde haired girl ask Fabio. He noddded, and leaned forward in his chair. "This is Hajime Hinata of course. He refuses to see a doctor." He told the woman. She smiled a little more, and started to speak.

"Please, if you'll excuse us. Why don't you grab two hot chocolates for us if you will." She asked of him. Could she possibly be Fabio's boss or something? Nevertheless, Fabio nodded, and started to leave the room. As he done so, he slid past her, and walked into the busy hallway behind us. Like that, the woman set her purse down, and sat down right next to me, her smile never leaving her.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Junko Enoshima. And I'm here to help you." She told me, introducing herself. At that point though, I started to shake again. Here I was, alone with yet another woman I had no knowledge of, and she was smiling... just like those wackjobs back in my prison. I needed to calm down though; I was in a police station, and nothing was going to happen to me. I was safe. "And you are Hajime correct?" She asked me. I nodded, confirming her question.

"I run this place, and a shelter. I help people in need around the world. I can relate to what you've been through." She said, looking directly at my face. I didn't say anything however, and just sat there listening to her explanation.

"I.. I just... will you take me to the embassy? So I can go home?" I asked her, tears running down my face. At that point, I didn't know what kind of tears they were. Sadness? Sorrow? Happiness? Hell my mind was racing a mile a minute and I certainly wasn't in the mood to play "Explain yourself to yet another person for the hundredth time!"

She nodded, and started to speak again. "Of course. Are you hungry or anything?" She asked me, completely complying with my request.

"No. No I'm not hungry, I just want to go home." I responded back to her. With that, she nodded, and started to pull up her own sleeve.

"I know. I know how painful it is. I've been through the same thing." She told me. And like that, she showed her exposed arm to me. Like that, I started to almost sob again as I saw traces of what appeared to be bind marks on her skin. No way... she was... tortured too? How could humans treat each other like this? "We'll get you some clothes first. Then we'll go to the embassy. Us together." She told me, still looking at me in the eyes.

Defeated, I finally shook my head. I wanted to go home! I wanted to get away from this nightmare to a place where I felt safe. But first I needed to return to the states and gather what valuable and personal things I had! Only then would I finally be able to put all of this behind me.

And that was that. She guided me out of the station, and into what appeared to be a beige looking vehicle. I sat in the passengers seat, not saying a word as we traveled once more through Novaselic. They had told me that this was some sort of small European country that wasn't well known. Well at least I had a small history lesson to go with all of this.

"Yes, this is Junko Enoshima. I have a small male here with me. His name is Hajime Hinata. I'm bringing him into your office. Alright. Thanks." Junko said as she hung up her phone. From the sound of things, it seemed like she was talking to someone who I had hoped was at the Embassy.

"I have to let you know first. We can't just put you on a plane and send you off. We have to make reports, confirm who you are, what you're doing here. It could take a little bit of time. I need to get you some clothes. This isn't the right kind of weather for you to be hanging around in a t-shirt and boxer shorts you know?" She told me, returning both of her hands to the steering wheel.

"I have a brother and a husband at home. We can get you some clothes, bandages for your wounds, and everything. I literally live two minutes away from the Embassy. Anything to make you feel warm and comforted right?" She asked me, her calm demeanor and voice never leaving her for a second. Wow, she relaly was professional at what she did.

"Ok. Fine, ok." I told her, not even making eye contact with her. I didn't care what side things she had to do. She said she'd be able to take me back home. I'd finally leave this abominable place, and return to where I once was. And like that, some time passed as we rode through the city. It was an awkward silence alright; I dare not say a word. I didn't really feel like talking anyway.

As we drove through a suburban neighborhood, I sighed in relief as I realized that we must be close to her home. And more importantly, close to the Embassy. I was so close to leaving that I almost started to cry in happiness. But I needed to hold it in. I wasn't some weak pansy who cried at every opportunity of course.

We pulled past some black gates, and onto a dirt driveway as Junko started to park next to a three story house. As she turned off the car, she motioned for me to follow her inside. As long as it meant getting some clothes and warmth, then I was ok with it.

I opened the car door, and followed her to a well lit glass door. She opened it first, and held it open as I quickly walked in after her. Thankfully, it was quite warm in here as well. As she closed the door behind her, I stood there like a statue, before she placed her hands on me.

"It's ok Hajime! You're a welcome guest in my house. Don't feel like an intruder." I heard her say to me as she led me through a well furnished living room. Nothing out of the ordinary here; a tv, and some couches pointed towards it. Nothing that would scream out of the ordinary right here.

"Come on. I keep extra clothes in my husband's room. And if those don't fit you, then I'll call my brother down here, and we'll see if we can match your size." She told me, as she led me to a green door. At first, I could feel slight nervous pangs creep up and down my throat. No no, she was a cop obviously; nothing was going to happen here.

As she opened the door, She stepped down onto some bare wooden steps. Motioning me to follow with her hands, she looked back up at me, and wanted me to follow. Peering down, I could see a small section of a wooden floor. Wow, so this really was someone's room then.

"Watch your step now. I don't need you hurting yourself anymore." She informed me. She did have a point; I didn't want to trip and break my leg. Then I'd be forced to go to a doctor. And I'd never want that to happen.

As I followed Junko down the steps, I realized one thing; if she and her husband lived here, then why would they be living down inside the ground? Wouldn't you want a room that was near the top of the house. Something didn't feel right. And when something didn't feel right, I left right then and there.

"Ahh sorry. I'll wait upstairs." I told Junko as she peered at me from below. I was only halfway up the stairs, so as soon as I turned around to climb back up, I watched in horror as a familiar face peered at me from above.

"N-No...No..!" I started to hyperventilate as I slowly backed down the stairs. When I finally hit the wooden floor with my feet, I turned to my left... and recognized that battered mattress on the floor. I also recognized the same bucket, the same pole, and the same handcuffs that were strewn about.

I was back where I started.

"Welcome back. We missed you so much!" Sonia called out to me, as she descended the stairs towards me.