Hello readers and welcome to my new chapter. So, sorry about being late with this chapter. Was busy with studying for exams, and actually doing said exams, so I couldn't really focus on writing that much. After, I ended up engage in a Total Drama fic, Total Drama Comeback. Both things caused me to delay writing this chapter (With the latter strengthening my urge to write a Total Drama fic). I hope you guys weren't too impatient.
So, on this chapter, we continue on the break, then the beginning of chapter 3 of Danganronpa. I hope you enjoy.
P.S. What would you guys think of me writing a Total Drama fic (After I finish with this fic, and several other fics, naturally)?
Disclaimer: I do not own Danganronpa.
A Lucky Soldier: Well it's been a while so I've tried to push this out as fast as possible. I'll keep things short so y'all can get into this. Since Spirit is done with exams, I think everyone can safely assume that we'll return to our usual schedule of about a chapter every 1.5 weeks or so.
Questions!
Q: Can you use the anime as a reference instead of the game for chapters 4 and 5?
L: I do remember some things about the anime that I liked, and one of those moments for me was Makoto's stand off against Junko in the final episodes. I don't know if Spirit will decide to switch gears now, but I'll put this question up to bring his attention to it.
S: I'll use the anime from time to time when it feels appropriate, but I'm mostly gonna be using the game. It has more content, and it easier.
Q: Will that peeping scene be happening?
L: Again, this is Spirit's thing so I don't really have a say in this. If he decides to do it, more work for me. If not, then that's cool.
S: Since it isn't something Makoto would really do (And it's mainly fan-service), I'll probably not do it. If it does happen, it'll probably be because Hifumi and Hiro drag him into it.
Chapter 42: Watching Ch 3: A Next Generation Legend! Stand Tall, Galactic Hero! Part 1
It's been half an hour since Makoto read the note, and aside from sitting down on his bed, he has yet to move an inch. With a difficult expression on his face, he didn't know how to take this note. If Makoto was under any other normal circumstances, he probably would have put this aside as a sick joke. But with how heavy the current situation was, and no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't simply brush this aside.
Makoto couldn't believe that Mukuro is conspiring with the mastermind. It simply didn't fit in his logic. It was as if someone was trying to convince him that "one plus one equals three"; it just wasn't possible. There were so many things about this that didn't make sense. If she was a conspirator, why did Monokuma kill her like that? Why would he get rid of an insider that could have very likely influenced the killing game? And he had no doubt that the future Mukuro was killed. As morbid as it was, there was no faking that kind of death.
In addition, she's of Makoto's closer friends. He understands that despite her cold and mechanical attitude to most people, she has good intentions. She proved that several times, including a few hours ago. She wouldn't wish for the deaths of her classmates.
But if that's the case, why did someone write and gave him this note? How did they come to this conclusion? More importantly, who? Makoto couldn't think of any of his friends that would write something like this as a joke, and his more serious friends, such as Kyoko or Byakuya, would tell him face to face rather than an ominous note. Going by process of elimination, does this mean that Spirit wrote it?
Makoto bit his lip, the anguish growing. If it was Spirit that wrote it…then it very much implies that everything in this letter is true. But did he? Spirit has made a case that he would only intervene if things got out of hand, but he also didn't mention anything about dropping hints to them. The biggest problem was that Makoto couldn't determine whether this note was real or fake, even though his intuition is telling him that its likely real.
'Why are you doubting her Makoto?' His mind shouted to himself. 'Mukuro is one of your closest friends! She wouldn't be involved in something like this!'
'You thought the same for Sayaka…' Another voice refuted the other in his head. 'You didn't even think that she would try to frame you for murder. But yet we saw it happen. What's to say Mukuro isn't the same way?'
Makoto let out a frustrated cry as he fell back onto his bed and rolled around in frustration. What should he do? What's the best option here? Should he just ignore the note? Tell somebody about it?
What should he do?
(With Taka)
After his talk with Makoto, the Ultimate Moral Compass had gone back up to his room. He had planned on talking with Chihiro and Mondo about the future events they had witnessed, and he wants to be mentally prepared for this. After all, if he's going to talk with them, he'll need as much of his confidence as he could muster.
Now, he's at Mondo door ready to talk to his friend. He proceeded to knock on the door, but paused just before his knuckles hit the wooden frame. Is this truly the right time? Shouldn't he wait for a good moment to talk to him about this?
Taka shook his head, shaking off that thought. No, they need to talk about this now. There isn't any good time to talk about this, and delaying it further would merely hurt him, Chihiro, and Mondo in the process. He could not delay any further.
With that firmly in his head, he knocked on the door. "Mondo?" Taka called out. "It's me - Taka." He then waited, putting on a serious expression and subconsciously held his breath awaiting his answer. After a moment of waiting, Taka released his breath as the door opened, revealing a worn out Mondo just behind it.
"Bro?" He said in slight surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk, Mondo." Taka told him, not beating around the bush. "About...that."
Mondo tensed up a little at this, but made no immediate reaction. He avoided eye contact as he turned his face to the side and came up with an excuse. "Makoto already talked with m-"
"But WE need to talk." Taka interrupted, not letting Mondo skip out of the this. "Chihiro as well. We can't postpone this any longer. Delaying will only cause us to assume the worse out of what we're thinking."
Again, Mondo remained silent for a moment as he gauged Taka's urge to talk. He's already tired from his own session of depression as well as mulling over what Makoto talked to him about, but remembering the last part of talking with Makoto and recognizing that Taka is right, Mondo sighed. "Alright. Have it your way, bro." He conceded. "So, are we going to get Chihiro?"
"Umm... I'm here." The two guys turned to see the programmer a few feet away from them, fidgeting slightly. "And uh.. if we're gonna talk, there's a private room Spirit introduce me to."
"He showed you a private room?" Taka asked curiously. "When?"
"After I got out of my own room. I asked him if there were any private rooms to talk and he said that was a good idea and he uh... made one." Chihiro answered. "So…how about we talk there?"
"That'll probably be smart." Mondo commented, looking at his room. Although by Mondo's standards it was acceptable, it was clearly still a mess. "These ain't fucking big enough for more than two people."
As Mondo turned back to look at his room, Taka was about to berate him for it until he reminded himself that that wasn't a priority. Mentally making a note of it, he turned to Chihiro instead. "Alright Chihiro, lead the way." With that, the moral compass and biker followed the programmer to the private room.
(A few minutes later)
It didn't take them too long to get there, but it still took a bit of time. The private room Chihiro was told about was located in the living room, away from the entrance to the recreational room. The room was large, large enough to fit sixteen or seventeen people inside. A long table was in the room, with several chairs around it, though there was still plenty of space inside. Although it was a private room, it clearly was tailored to be a large meeting room rather than a smaller private booth that they were all expecting. As they walked in, Chihiro made a mental note to himself to be more specific next time.
As they finally decided on a spot along the large table and sat down, they realized that none of them really knew how to start this conversation. Even Taka, who was determined to get this out of the way, had no idea what to say. How could he even began this conversation? How can he ask the questions that plague his mind?
Finally, it was Mondo, who was getting annoyed at the awkward, that forced himself to speak. Slamming his fist on the table, which helped alleviate the awkward tension as well as getting rid of his irritation, he began. "Look. Chihiro, Taka. I'm not gonna justify what I did. Not gonna make any shitty excuses, minimize what we saw, none of that shit. The only I can say…is that I'm sorry."
Mondo gritted his teeth and bowed his head, his signature hairstyle flopped onto the table as he did. "What I did to you was fucked up, Chihiro. I let petty jealousy and my goddamn temper get the best of me, and you ended up paying the price. An goddamn apology isn't good enough for it, but it's the best I could do right now."
"You don't have to apologize Mondo." Chihiro protested. "It was your future self that did it, not you. And it was partly my fault too. If I didn't provoke you-"
"Don't." Mondo interrupted sharply, drawing a scared flinch from Chihiro. The biker softened some at the site of flinch, mentally scolding himself for scaring the programmer like that. He spoke again, softer this time. "Don't blame yourself Chihiro. You did nothing wrong. It was my own delusions that led me to what happened. You trusted me, and I was the one to break that trust. You couldn't have known what I was feeling."
"Then.…why?" Chihiro asked him, moving onto the next point. With how resolute Mondo was in his answer, there was no reason to keep exchanging apologies and taking responsibility so he left it for now and moved onto the other thing Chihiro wanted to know. "Why would you be jealous of me? What's there to be jealous of?" Honestly, he knows the answer now as he saw it in the flashbacks and Makoto clearly told him. But he still asked because either that he still didn't believe it, or he wanted to hear it out of Mondo's mouth.
Mondo made a face as if someone asked him a really obvious question. "You're joking, right?" He asked the petite programmer. Although his expression would have easily came off as condescending for asking such an obvious question, his voice carried a completely different intention. "It's because your strong, Chihiro. Stronger than I could ever be. And I'm not talking about fucking muscles. I'm talking about actual bravery and courage."
"You…you really think that I'm strong?" Chihiro asked quietly, various emotions playing in his eyes.
Mondo made a small nod. "Look, its embarrassing for me to say it, but you get what I mean. If you weren't strong, you wouldn't have had the drive to come out like that." He answered in a flustered voice. It was hard to be completely direct so he left it as that.
"I agree with Mondo." Taka added in, in his completely serious voice that contrasted Mondo's flustered response just now. "And if you ask any of our classmates, they would agree as well. We all saw the strength you have, Chihiro. You've clearly saw it yourself. There's no doubt about it. You're clearly a strong-willed individual."
Chihiro was silent, taking in those words. Though he had trouble believing it earlier, hearing both Mondo and Taka personally deliver those words to him made Chihiro truly believe that he was strong. And in the end, his feelings haven't changed in the slightest. Chihiro still saw Mondo as strong, and Taka as righteous. If his two role models said that he was strong, then its quite hard to not believe it. Chihiro, feeling completely convinced, came to a conclusion on the spot.
"I-If the two of you really think I'm strong…then I'll try to be." He responded. Even though his voice was a little on the weak side, Chihiro's determined expression didn't betray his intent. "I'll be braver about revealing my secret. Even if people says I'm weak for a boy, I'll be okay. I'll be better!"
Taka and Mondo both smiled at Chihiro's resolution. Mondo, however, couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Chihiro. It's clear that the little guy has the strength he convinced himself he had and so desperately craved.
"And Mondo?" Chihiro continued, directing his attention to the biker. "Can you still help me get physically stronger?"
Mondo almost fell off his chair from reacting to those words. "The hell?" He cursed in shock as soon as he regained his footing. "You mean you still want me to help you out? Even after the shit we saw?"
Chihiro timidly nodded. "I can't really say that I have forgotten everything that had happened." The programmer bit his lip, memory of seeing the future Mondo killing his future self flashing in his mind. "It…it's still scary, thinking that you would kill me." Mondo winced at that.
"But…even so, I believe that I can trust you." Chihiro told him earnestly. "It's clear that you didn't plan on killing me. And you're aware of it too so it won't happen again right? Right! I can't keep growing like this so I'm not gonna let myself be afraid!"
Mondo was completely speechless at the display from Chihiro. It was already surprising enough that Chihiro still wanted to change himself, but he didn't expect himself to be forgiven like that either.
"I agree with Chihiro." Taka spoke up, causing the biker to snap his head towards his friend in surprise. "I can not say that I was not disappointed in what you have done in the future, but as of now, that's only a possibility. I'm sure if we take steps to avoid it, we can prevent that from happening. Therefore as a friend, you're going to have a lot of hard work coming at you." He finished with a smile.
Tears began forming in Mondo's eyes, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the loyalty his two friends are showing. But he stubbornly refused to let any of them fall. If there was any sense of pride left in him in this moment, he managed to preserve it by not crying. "Thank you." He told them, his voice full of sincerity. "I promise, I'll do my damn best not to let you down."
Taka smiled brightly at this. Mondo doesn't make promises lightly and when he does make them, he does his best to keep them. In addition to their already existing friendship, they saw it again in chapter 2, when Mondo tried to hide that Chihiro was a boy, even after he killed them.
However, a question that had plagued Taka entered his mind once more, making the positive mood he's feeling dim a little. So, knowing it won't go away if he doesn't ask now, he spoke once again. "And Chihiro, there's something I would like to ask you." He hesitantly turned to the smaller boy. "Do…do you blame me for what Mondo did?"
His unexpected question took the both of them off guard. "Wait, what?" Mondo asked in disbelief. "How could it be your fault?"
"I just…felt like my future self could have stopped you." Taka said, his anxiety rising back up. "Maybe if I had insisted on all of us revealing our secrets, or suspected how bad your secret really was-"
"Bro, stop it." Mondo interrupted firmly. "If I'm not gonna let Chihiro take the blame for what I did, I'm not gonna let you do it either. There was no way in hell you could've found what I was thinking, and there was no use trying to get everyone to reveal their secret. I know we talked about this, but even I think that's a bad idea."
"And I would never blame you, Taka!" Chihiro added in. "You haven't done anything that would cause this!"
"I know, but…" Taka clenched his fist, turning away from the both of them. "My lack of action should be considered negligence. I must have been able to do something!"
Chihiro bit his lip. He can see that this is affecting Taka, that seeing his future self experience this from the sidelines is frustrating for him. Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "We can't blame each other." Chihiro told him, gathering up his courage. "And can't blame ourselves either. Like Makoto said, the only person to blame for this is the mastermind. If it weren't for that, none of us would be here."
Taka looked at him, knowing that he was right. However, he remained silent because he couldn't find any words to continue his own point. "I know you feel useless after seeing the trial." The programmer continued. "But you have a chance to do something now. We all do."
"Chihiro right." Mondo agreed, crossing his arms. "We can find out how the hell we got in this mess, who the fucking mastermind is, and find out where the hell he's hiding, so we can kick his ass!"
"And we can all do it, together." Chihiro finished, staring right at Taka.
Taka look at both of his friends, taking in those words. Finally, a determine look entered his eyes. "You're right." He said, the passion in his voice finally coming back. "I can't keep holding on to what could possibly happen and what I could've done about it. We have this chance to stop this from ever happening." And he's gonna take that chance. There's no way he will let what they saw come to pass.
He will make sure Chihiro and Mondo survives. That his best friend doesn't become a murderer.
(Morning)
Yesterday passed fairly quickly for the group and morning soon came after. Some managed to get a good night rest while others remained restless.
Taka, Sayaka, and Sakura were the first ones up, and eating breakfast in the living room. Some of the others slowly trickled in while there were some exceptions who stayed upstairs.
One such person was Makoto. The lucky student was standing outside of Mukuro's room, fidgeting slightly. He knew she was an early riser so he had woken up exceptionally early for this, but not he found himself both a bit tired and unsure of what to do. Feeling the nervousness slowly take over him, he clenched his empty fist in an attempt to soothe it.
After much thinking last night, he decided it would be best to give her the note. While he doesn't plan to confront her about it right now, he feels that she needs to at least know the accusation made against her, regardless of whether or not it's true.
Plus, it'll let him see her initial reaction.
'Come on, Makoto, you need to do this.' He thought to himself, taking a deep breath. 'Don't back away from this now.'
Gathering up his courage, he knocked on the door. After a moment of waiting, the door opened with a surprised Mukuro. "Makoto?" The soldier said in curiosity. "Is there something you need?"
Makoto opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Seeing that his unusual hesitation as well as the difficult expression on his face, Mukuro decided to take the initiative. "What's wrong?"
"Someone gave me this note yesterday." Makoto finally said, extending his arm and offering the folded piece of paper. "They slid it into my room. And…it's about you."
Mukuro slightly tilted her head in confusion as she looked at the note. "What do you mean it's about me?" She asked slowly, not letting herself stutter.
"It would probably be better if you read yourself." Makoto said, which prompted Mukuto to slowly take the note from his hand.
Although the reaction lasted less than a second, Makoto didn't miss it. Mukuro was extremely adept at controlling her emotions so it took a while for Makoto to recognize the rare signs of emotional changes from her. This time, he did not miss the slight widening of the pupils, the barest twitch on the shoulders, and the split second silent gasp that Mukuro had. Makoto internally grimaced as her reaction had a high chance of confirming his thoughts last night.
On the other hand, Mukuro was completely caught off guard for a split second. Although she had a strong suspicion that it was her sister, she couldn't confirm it without confronting her about it. Furthermore, her spirit took a heavy hit because of all people this note went to, it was Makoto. She had intended for herself to approach him about this topic instead of the other way around. It also didn't help that she had to think of something to say to him as well, but no words managed to come to mind.
Before she could stammer anything out however, Makoto suddenly gave her a lifeline. "We'll talk about it later," He told her, snapping Mukuro out of her internal strife. "Like after the next chapter or something. I…don't think I'm ready to talk about it right now. But I thought you should see this." He deliberately left out the part where it was still a possibility that this was a sick joke because of her reaction earlier. His honest nature didn't allow him to simply leave that alone.
However, just before he turned to leave, he had one more thing to say. "However, I do believe in you. And I hope that this is wrong." He concluded. And with that, he went on his way to the living room.
Mukuro wanted to call out and stop him. She felt that she needed to do something right then and there, whether to tell him the truth or to lie, anything. But nothing came out of her mouth and she could only stand there to watch Makoto disappear around the corner. Looking down at the note again to confirm its contents and that she hadn't misread it earlier, she furrowed her brows as even more emotions welled up inside. After a moment, she stepped back into her room and closed the door, not wanting anyone to see her rattled. Just like Makoto, she wasn't ready to talk about this either.
Meanwhile, as Makoto walked away, he let out a breath. He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or the right time to do it, but at least he got that over with.
Just as he passed by Byakua's room however, the door opened and Byakuya came out. "Byakuya." Makoto said, slightly startled. He quickly shook off his surprise. "Um, good morning. How are you feeling?"
The heir crossed his arm. "Just fine." Was his short reply. "Let's not waste time with idle chit chat. We still have plenty of our future to see."
"Um, okay," Makoto replied back. A part of him want to talk to him about his future self, but honestly, what could he say? Byakuya isn't one to open up, and trying to make him do so would leave very little results. At the very least, he's still willing to go down and watch the rest with everyone so that's good enough for him.
In the end, Makoto stayed silent and walked behind Byakuya to the living room. As he did, he took a couple of deep breaths, trying push back any emotions he's feeling about his new knowledge. If Kyoko or Celeste saw him, they would try to interrogate as to what's wrong, and he would rather not reveal Mukuro's involvement. At least not yet.
As the two entered the living, Byakuya went over to his recliner while Makoto went over to the couch he usually sits at. There, he saw Kyoko, Leon, and Sayaka already sitting there. Sayaka, as usual, was the first to greet him. "Morning Makoto."
"What took you so long, dude?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow.
In response, he chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Didn't have a good sleep." He replied honestly. While he didn't lie, he also didn't tell them everything either. It was true that he had to wake up extra early to talk to Mukuro alone so at the very least, his response was convincing. Seeing that they didn't question further, he went to grab some food for breakfast. The lack of people however, prompted Makoto to look around the room. He noticed that Byakuya, Kyoko, Sayaka, Leon, Junko, Sakura, and Taka are the only ones here. He guess the others are still getting ready, or sleeping in a little.
However, they didn't take long to get here,with Toko being the first. "W-What happened?" She asked nervously. "L-Last I remember, I-I-I saw…G-Genocide's Jack c-calling card."
As a few of the students explained to her what she missed, Celeste came in, looking tranquil as usual. Hina, Hiro, and Hifumi was next, the swimming pro still looking a bit tired, as well as anxious, while Hiro and Hifumi looked plain nervous.
Mukuro was the next one to come downstairs, grabbing some food before sitting on the recliner beside Junko per usual. However, her actions were a little bit less mechanical than usual. As she sat down, she looked over at Makoto trying to figure out what he was thinking. Mukuro didn't look too long however, as she wasn't sure how to approach the problem as well. In the end, she resigned to the current situation instead.
Mondo was the second to last to join them. "Morning dude," Leon greeted, with the others giving their greeting as well. "You ok?"
"No. It feels like shit," Mondo snorted. "Now I know how you felt."
"Yeah. Pretty shitty." Leon replied, remembering the feeling as well.
After the short exchange, Mondo moved to sit down with Taka. His best friend waved at him with slightly concerned eyes, but he waved him off. "So we're waiting for Chihiro, right?" He asked the others.
"Yeah." Hina frowned in concern. "I wonder what's taking him so long. He usually one of the people here early."
"Considering what we saw yesterday, I can't really blame him." Leon remarked. "Still, think we should go get him?"
"N-No need. I'm here."
At the sound of his voice, everyone turned to the stairs. And what they saw caught them all by surprise.
Instead of wearing a skirt they are used to seeing, Chihiro was wearing something different that was more fitting to his gender. It was a simple pair of blue jeans, sneakers, and a collared long sleeve on top. Those who met his father would clearly see the resemblance now. He fidgeted a little under the startled looks of his friends and classmates. "Um, g-good morning?"
The only one who doesn't look surprised was Spirit. "See you decided to wear some of boy's clothing I put in your room." He said non-chalantly.
"Y-Yeah, I did." The programmer confirmed. "Since everyone here already know that I'm a boy, I don't really need to wear girl's clothing. Besides…" He closed his eyes briefly before opening them in determination. "Th-This is a good start right?"
"But…" His look of determination quickly reverted back to shyness. "I don't think I'll be wearing this outside anytime soon... it still feels.. so weird..."
No one blamed him for such a reaction. Being able to change that much in a day is already more than an achievement for someone like Chihiro. "Don't worry too much about it, Chihiro." Makoto told him reassuringly. "Just move at your own pace."
"Yeah, man. Small steps for a small man." Leon said in agreement. "Still, you look good in pants."
"Yeah." Sayaka nodded, smiling at him. "I think you wear that nicely."
"Definitely! If only my brother can look like that too!" Hina chirped, causing Chihiro to blush heavily.
Mondo laughed at that. "Looks like when you show the world, you're gonna have some more fan girls Chihiro." The programmer couldn't find a response to such words and simply sat between Taka and Mondo, trying to hide his blush.
"Alright, then, now that we're all here…" Spirit summoned the remote before pointing it at the TV. "Ready to continue this?"
That caused some of the good mood to diminish. Some like Hina, Hiro, and Hifumi look very reluctant to continue while others like Makoto, Celeste, and Byakuya look resigned.
"There's no use delaying. Let's continue on with this large glimpse of our future." Byakuya spoke.
"Wait a minute, why is he here?" Mondo protested, remembering that they still haven't addressed Byakuya's transgression.
"What, am I not allowed to be here? I don't remember anything that prohibited me from being present." Byakuya retorted. Even though his words were only directed at Mondo, it was clear on several other people's expressions that they also didn't exactly welcome him back.
"Why you..!" Mondo held back the flurry of insults that were about to come out.
"Besides, I'm doing you a favor that you didn't need to come get me. I'm almost certain Spirit would have refused to move on without my presence." Byakuya said as he nodded towards Spirit. Although Mondo really wanted to say his piece back at him, he really wasn't in a position to do so. The biker could only begrudgingly sit back down and turned to face the screen. Seeing everyone finally settled down, Spirit resumed the video.
The first thing the TV showed was Hina in her room. The swimmer is laying on her bed, with her hair down, and nothing but her sleeveless t-shirt and underwear on. Tears were cascading from her eyes.
Starting with a half-naked Hina took the group by complete surprise, with some of them blushing madly at seeing her in that state. Hina herself is the worst, her face looking beet red and mortified.
"H-Hina?!" Sayaka exclaimed, clearly shock at seeing her friend half-naked.
"The hell!?" Mondo yelped in shock, a blush formed on his face.
"HYAAAH! STOP LOOKING! STOP! DON'T LOOK!" Hina cried out helplessly at everyone who got a glimpse at her vulnerable self.
Chihiro immediately covered his eyes with his hands well as trying to hiding his heavy blush. "Are we looking inside Hina's room?!"
"Apparently." Was all Byakuya could say as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, as if he had just read one of Toko's novels.
Taka stood up, a mix of anger and embarrassment on his face. "Why are we watching this?! This is inappropriate for a school setting!"
"Not to mention it's our friend." Sakura said, looking her face darkening. She glared at Hifumi, who is staring at the screen with his usual perverted look on his face.
However, even though Makoto, was blushing as bad as Chihiro and Hina, he noticed something on the screen. "Hey wait guys…is Hina crying?"
His words immediately liberated everyone from their own thoughts to focus on the current situation. "Yeah, she is crying." Leon agreed.
Sakura's anger quickly transformed into concern. "Is it because of the last trial?"
"Yeah…that's probably it." Hina said, biting her lip. She herself is not handling this well. She couldn't imagine how her future self is handling all of that.
The Ultimate let out a few sniffles, hugging a pillow close to her. "I know I shouldn't cry…" She said to herself. "But…"
She hugged the pillow closer to her, more tears cascading from her eyes. "I've had enough. I can't take it anymore." She continued, her voice slightly breaking. "Getting out of here…anytime soon…it's…impossible."
The fragile scene that was being played definitely took a huge morale on everyone watching, especially those who were still alive. With Hina like that, who knew if they themselves were thinking the same thing? Those who weren't there could only imagine themselves in the same situation.
"Again, I ask: Why are we watching this?" Taka questioned, turning to Spirit. "Is this really needed?"
Spirit nodded, his heads slightly turned away from the TV. "It leads up to a more important scene, one that affects the remaining survivors for most of this chapter."
"This 'scene' better be important, then." Sakura said, clearly not happy that her friend is being shown half-naked and crying on screen.
She closed her eyes tightly, yet the tears still fell from her eyes. "I can't let myself think about…how much I want to get out of here. If I keep thinking like that, I might decide to…"
Hina looked down and wrapped her arms around herself, shaking. It looks like her future self share the same fear as well. That she would kill one of her friends to get out.
Sakura, sensing her friend's worries and fear, place a hand reassuring hand on her shoulder. Hina gave a small smile in thanks before turning back to the screen.
Again, Hina went silent, just lay on her bed. Then suddenly, she shot up from her beds. "...Donuts." She said before shooting up. "I need to eat some donuts! That'll cheer me up!"
However, with the sudden change of mood, everyone was saved from the very gloomy atmosphere before. "O-Of course the first t-thing the i-idiot swimmer think of is donuts when s-sad."
"Yep, same old Hina." Sayaka said, shaking her head in amusement.
Said girl was blushing in embarrassments as more of the students agreed with Toko's statement. "Hey!" She whined with a pout. "It's not bad that donuts help you feel better!"
"No, it's not Hina." Makoto said, smiling. "But it's still amusing to see that donuts always help you feel better."
"Even more so when you have a stack of them on your plate." Leon pointed out with a grin. Hina could only pout with puffed out cheeks as she couldn't deny it while lightening the mood in the room even more.
As she put on her clothes, she began listing the different kinds of donuts. "Glazed donuts, twisty donuts, jelly donuts, cream-filled, donut holes, malasadas…!" After she got ready, she stood up straight from her bed. "O god of donuts! I'm praying for a wonderful encounter!"
Celeste let out an annoyed sigh. "And yet again, someone is breaking the night time rule."
"But it for a good cause." Leon said in defense for Hina "To forget about this damn game with a sugary snack."
"Besides, it's not like anything is going to happen." Hiro said. "This is beginning of the chapter. There's no way something like that will happen."
As she got out of her room, Hina sniffed a little before wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry…" She said to no one in particular. "Please, forgive me for breaking the nighttime rule…but right now, for me…donuts are absolutely necessary…!"
Before she could set her way to the warehouse, an electrical sound suddenly entered the area. "...Huh?" Was Hina's confuse response to it. Once again, the sound entered the area.
That cause the group stiffen a little."Um, what's that?" Taka asked nervously.
"I think that the sound of Mr. Hagakure jinxing us." Hifumi responded, just as nervous.
"N-No way! There's no way something would happen so soon!" Hiro protested, waving his hands around.
Once again, Sakura's face darkened and her hands clenched into fists. "I swear, if anything happens to Hina…"
"What's the sound?" She asked, looking creeped out. Again, the sound resonated in the hallway, causing her to turn to the source. "It sounds like it's coming from…the bathhouse…" Once again, the electrical sound was played, which scared her even more. "I'm super scared, but…" Biting her lip, she went over to the bathhouse.
"What are you doing?!" Hifumi squealed in terror. "Has horror movies taught you nothing?!"
"Even without watching those, it's common sense not to go a strange sound!" Leon exclaimed.
Hina is shaking in terror, wondering what's going to happen.
"I-Is…? Is someone there?" She nervously called out. As she got close to the bathhouse, she noticed that there was a green light in there. Still scared, she went up to the source of the light, which was one of the lockers. And when she got a good look inside, she gasped.
What she saw a glowing head of the now deceased Chihiro.
"KYAAAAAAAH!"
The sight of Chihiro's head caused several of the others to scream as well. "GHOST!" Hiro screamed in terror. "It's Chihiro's ghost!"
"Th-That's impossible!" Byakuya denied, clearly rattled. Such a thing clearly defies all logic. "There's no such thing as ghost!"
"Then how do you explain Chihiro's floating head?!" Sayaka exclaimed, clinging onto Makoto's arm in fear.
"It has to be something else!" The heir fervently denied.
"We also thought that teleportation and telekinesis is impossible." Junko retorted. "Yet our host did both." Byakuya had no retort for that.
Meanwhile, Chihiro stared at the screen, wide eyes. 'I-Is that…?' He thought to himself before shaking his head. 'N-No, it can't be! But…I can't think of anything else!' Was that really…his AI, Alter Ego?
And that's the end. I hope you guys enjoyed chapter. Again, sorry about being so later. Hopefully, that won't happen again, and maybe since it's the summer, I can post more in. Review, favorite, and follow and I will see you later.
A Lucky Soldier: No talk from me this time, but hopefully, something more interesting happens to me by the time the next chapter is done haha.
