#angie and himiko forced him to get that shirt

[takonei]

Beta AU - Main story: Chapter 1, deadly life

Note of the author: The scrum debate was a pain in the ass to write. There, I said it.

Also don’t worry, things are gonna get more interesting soon. I’m gonna bitch-slap your feelings like Hina bitch-slapped Byakuya in chapter 4 of THH. Consider this a threat and a promise.

Chapter 1: Pledge your allegiance to me - Deadly life

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To say Shuichi was shocked was an understatement. He took a few steps back, hands on his mouth. He had never been exposed to a dead body before, and even though a part of him expected to see someone dying soon, he was not mentally prepared.

Rantaro noticed him, asking what was wrong, even though he, deep down, knew what was the problem.

The others joined him and saw their friend’s dead body, and the music on the monitors stopped.

The body discovery announcement went off.

“Ding dong, dong ding!”

“A body has been discovered!”

“Everyone, please gather at the warehouse!”

About a minute later, everyone was there. Monokuma showed up, happy that someone was murdered on time and said that everything was fine because the culprit just had to raise their hand and take the first blood perk.

But nobody did.

Monokuma was satisfied anyway, and announced the beginning of the investigation. He also told them the Monokuma files were available on their monopads.

Monokuma file #1

The victim is Gonta Gokuhara, the ultimate zoologist.

The body was discovered in the warehouse.

The estimated time of death is unknown.

The victim was stabbed several times in both the chest and the stomach, resulting in an internal bleeding.

The victim died almost immediately from his injuries.

No other injuries were noted on the victim’s body.

Obtained truth bullet! Monokuma file #1

The others started investigating.

Rantaro examined his body, by taking Gonta’s shirt off, to which Miu was about to do a dirty comment but Kaito told her not to.

He concluded the Monokuma file was saying the truth, since the injuries looked fresh, and it was definitely not a mannequin nor a fake body.

After taking a good look at the stab wounds, he also concluded that, out of the 8 stab wounds, 2 looked like they were really deep and the other 6 looked like quick stabs.

Obtained truth bullet! Rantaro’s examination

Unfortunately for them, the murder weapon was nowhere to be seen.

After looking around the warehouse, they didn’t notice anything that could look like a weapon, nor any other hints.

Shuichi, feeling already sick of this, decided to leave the warehouse. He took a quick glance at Rantaro who was still investigating the body carefully, somehow keeping a cool head. But that was to be expected from a war medic.

Outside, he noticed Kokichi and Himiko arguing. Himiko seemed to encourage him with the investigation, saying that if they work together they will surpass this. Kokichi seemed to be panicking, and wanted Himiko to leave him alone because “he only brings bad luck to the others, and doesn’t want the blackened to suffer more than they already will”.

Shuichi preferred not to interfere and decided to look for what could be a murder weapon.

He went to the kitchen, since one of the obvious choices would be a knife. One knife was missing, according to Kirumi, who had just came in and knew exactly how many knives were there.

Obtained truth bullet! Missing knife

A few seconds later, they found Maki who was heading back to the warehouse, but Shuichi interrupted her to ask if anything was wrong.

She responded that it was probably nothing, but one of her Japanese scissors went missing this morning, but thought it was probably lost in all the fabric in her lab.

Obtained truth bullet! Missing scissors

Kirumi asked if she could perhaps take a look around.

Maki was a bit uncomfortable showing her lab like that, but she decided to let it slide because of the investigation.

Her lab was a mess to say the least, but according to her, things were normal. Kirumi asked her if she wanted it to be cleaned, but Maki was fine with the mess.

The three went back to the warehouse, to see if they had anything new to say.

Rantaro said he didn’t find much more on the body, just that the murder weapon was about the size of a knife, or as Maki suggested, Japanese scissors.

Obtained truth bullet! Stab wounds

Angie was examining Gonta’s shirt, who was, apart from the stab holes, ripped around the shoulder.

Obtained truth bullet! Ripped shirt

Maki seemed surprise by this fact, because she remembered Gonta coming to her the previous day, asking if she could repair his shirt because it had the hole in it, but it looked like it was ripped again.

Obtained truth bullet! Maki’s account

They decided to do a recap what everyone was doing before the body discovery announcement.

According to Angie; the people in the library right before the announcement were Ryoma, Kirumi, Maki, Kaede, Kaito, Miu and herself.

Obtained truth bullet! Angie’s account

According to Himiko; Kokichi, Tsumugi, Korekiyo and herself were in the game room.

Obtained truth bullet! Himiko’s account

Tsumugi noticed a box that looked slightly opened and out of place in the shelves. After reaching out to it she discovered a blood-stained sheet.

Obtained truth bullet! Stained sheet

Just as the two were about to inform the others about the sheet, they noticed Tenko stepping on what looked like a piece of duct tape, just peeking from under one of the shelves. She realized almost instantly and took it off. The three looked at what it exactly was, for it to turn out to have blood on the sticky surface. It looked like it had been used.

Obtained truth bullet! Bloody duct tape

Not long after that, the same jingle ringed once again through the other’s ears. Monokuma was asking them to go to the shrine of judgement for the trial.

They all went there, not knowing whether they were going to come out of this alive or not.

The elevator ride felt so long, and the door opened to reveal the giant trial court with the 16 podiums. They all placed themselves to different spots.

No one really dared to say anything as Monokuma explained the rules.

Everyone seemed to show their nervousness differently, Kokichi was trying to make himself smaller, Maki was tugging on her own hair and Angie was unable to stay in place. To his surprise however, some others looked confident, or at least not affected by their situation at all. That was the case of Kirumi, Rantaro, Tsumugi, Korekiyo, Ryoma and Keebo.

They didn’t really know where to start, so the obvious was to talk about the murder weapon. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found.

Rantaro had concluded earlier that either the missing knife or the scissors could have been weapons.

Tsumugi made a point saying that Monokuma didn’t give a specific timing for the investigation, so it was most likely they collected all the evidence that could lead to a fair class trial.

In conclusion, the murder weapon not being on the Monokuma file, there was a high chance it was one of the two, and not something else.

Monokuma started arguing that he could stop the investigation whenever he wanted, and didn’t have to be scolded by some stupid teenagers.

They ignored the comment and continued debating on the time the weapons went missing.

According to Maki, her scissors went missing by the morning, but they were in her lab the night before. So someone went between 10PM and 9AM to get them.

Kirumi said that the knife was not missing at lunch this day, but was when they checked during the investigation, so it was between 1 PM and 9 PM, which was a very large period of time.

Ryoma noted that since the time frames were way too large to be investigated, so they should focus on something else.

Shuichi decided to speak about the time of death.

According to Rantaro, the death occurred about an hour before the body discovery announcement at most, but couldn’t say exactly when.

Unfortunately a lot of them went back and forth the warehouse, if not all of them. Besides, the warehouse was huge, and Gonta was in the back when Shuichi found him. So there was a possibility someone went to there without realizing there was a dead body in the room.

Which meant anyone who went there could have been a suspect.

Miu was already visibly annoyed that they couldn’t identify anything, to which Rantaro suggested they calm down and think about something else, such as how Gonta was killed.

Since no bloodstains were visible on the floor away from him, it was most likely he was killed on the spot, and with the Monokuma file suggesting he didn’t have any other injuries, he and the killer didn’t fight.

Himiko argued that they saw Gonta fighting Tenko the day before, and that he had enough physical force to knock any of them if he wanted. He would most likely fight back.

Shuichi responded there were no external injuries, and that Rantaro confirmed there were no trace of physical fight that weren’t from the day before.

That situation became a mystery, and no one was really sure what to think.

“Unless..”

Everyone turned to Korekiyo, who had a finger on his chin.

“... He got into this situation by himself.”

The words of the therapist felt heavy on the others’ minds. Kaito decided to speak up, asking if he suggested a suicide.

However a lot of evidence showed that it wasn’t the case. The murder weapon was nowhere to be seen, and he died on the spot. Besides, the evidence was scattered around, such as the bloody duct tape and the stained sheet found in different places.

Korekiyo was suggesting an assisted murder, and that Gonta agreed to die.

Kokichi thought he was manipulated into doing so, because even though Gonta was strong, he was pretty naive, so the mastermind behind the murder knew about this.

Tenko argued, saying that Gonta, even though he was pretty naive, would never agree to die for no reason.

Keebo reminded her of the motive, the time limit. So it was possible he had agreed in advance if they didn’t find a way to get through the door, nor stop the killing game.

Kaede was puzzled. Even if someone agreed to do this murder, why didn’t they take the first blood perk?

Kokichi wanted to say something, but was very hesitant in doing so. Himiko noticed it and encouraged him to say it, because she knows he isn’t stupid.

He suggested that perhaps Gonta never agreed to anything at all and all of this was a scene orchestrated by Monokuma to begin the killing game and blame one of them for it. After all the timing was perfect for him.

Monokuma chimed in, angry at the accusations, and denied this fact.

Tenko exclaimed that maybe it was the Monokubs, from the strange way they disposed of the evidence.

Some of the monokubs started arguing as well, saying that there was no way they could have touched anyone since they had no power. They couldn’t even resurrect the one and only Monokuma, how would they do anything?

Tsumugi practically jumped at the quote.

“Monokuma can’t resurrect himself? Are you saying someone else other than you did so?”

The others went silent.

“The door in the library wasn’t for you then, it was…”

“There is a mastermind behind this killing game, and they’re one of us.”

It was Kirumi, declaring this in a monotone voice.

They all looked at the maid. Monokuma was visibly pissed.

They all had relied on each other not knowing one of them was an accomplice to this game. Which meant that when Angie and Shuichi told everyone about the door, they informed the mastermind as well.

Monokuma broke the silence, saying that they should go back to the investigation this instant.

Now they were sure that Gonta had asked someone to kill him, which was the reason he didn’t fight back.

Tsumugi suggested the piece of duct tape was used so that Gonta wouldn’t scream in pain and alert the others, and the stained sheet was a cover for the killer not to spill blood on them.

Rantaro also concluded that there was a possibility the rapid stab wounds were to kill him faster, not to let him suffer.

Shuichi and the others seemed to agree on that, as hard as it was to accept the truth.

The question of the murder weapon was brought up once again. The opinions were split up, some thinking the killer used the knife, others the scissors.

But as everyone started debating on which was the more logical between the two, Shuichi sighed. “It looks like we’re split in two…”

“... Split!? Did you just say split!?”

The group turned to Monokuma once again, who presented the “morphenomal trail grounds” as he puts it.

(BGM)

The podiums started levitating to form two teams facing each other, divided by their opinions.

Which one was the murder weapon?

On the left, Keebo, Ryoma, Korekiyo, Maki, Angie, Kokichi, Himiko and Kaito The murder weapon was the pair of scissors!

On the right, Shuichi, Rantaro, Tsumugi, Kaede, Tenko, Miu and Kirumi. The murder weapon was the knife!

Scrum debate, start!

Korekiyo: The killer probably bet we wouldn’t realize the scissors went missing.

Shuichi: Monokuma didn’t interrupt the investigation until we found enough evidence. He would have continued until we realized they were missing.

Himiko: The wounds on Gonta’s body match the scissors!

Tsumugi: They also match the knife. We can’t rule out that possibility.

Kokichi: Scissors can be used for killing...

Rantaro: If the killer wanted to kill Gonta quickly they would have to use something sharper than scissors.

Ryoma: We know the killer prepared their plan in advance, the knife could have been taken by someone in a rush.

Kirumi: If the killer did plan on killing in advance, they could have taken both to confuse us.

Maki: If my lab was entered at night it was most likely to get a weapon without me realizing.

Kaede: Perhaps the killer didn’t think you would use your lab today?

Angie: The killer prepared their plan early, they would obviously use the weapon they took in advance!

Tenko: In advance can also mean this afternoon!

Kaito: We were all in the basement for something, we would have noticed someone leaving to take a knife!

Miu: Everyone was busy trying to open the door, they had plenty of time to take the knife without being noticed!

Keebo: Are you saying the scissors had another use?

Shuichi: Japanese scissors aren’t for killing, there could have been another use for them!

After that the podiums slowly got back to normal.

“Another use” wasn’t something they anticipated, but that was the only option. Kaede asked Maki what the scissors looked like.

Kirumi and Rantaro didn’t miss the dirty comment Miu made under her breath about the two girls.

Maki explained that she uses those scissors to make small cuts. She didn’t use those very often, but she had to this morning, hence why she realized they went missing.

Tenko asked what kind of thing they would even try to do with this.

Shuichi thought about it, and remembered Gonta’s ripped shirt. According to Maki, Gonta asked her to repair it. But when they checked the body, the shirt was ripped again.

Kaito was confused as to why the killer would cut it again - what would they benefit from this?

Tsumugi glanced at everyone in the trial, but Shuichi paid no attention to it.

But that question was important. Why would they even risk stealing scissors, just to cut Gonta’s shirt?

Miu was septic of Maki, since it was her lab, she could easily blame someone else for stealing the scissors.

Korekiyo quickly turned this option off, because it would be too dangerous for Maki to even talk about the scissors.

Himiko suggested they perhaps missed a detail on the scene, that there was more to this.

That’s what Shuichi had been thinking, but he didn’t seem to find the answer.

Kirumi asked the others to describe how they found the shirt.

Angie explained that other than the original rip, there were no damages to the shirt.

Maki seemed to have a flash, and asked to see the shirt. She observed it and traced carefully the cut on the shoulder with her finger.

“The thread I used to repair it is missing. There’s no doubt that the person stole it.”

Shuichi blinked. To steal a thread?

Tenko was confused as well. “Why not just use the knife to cut it? It would have been easier than to steal the scissors from Maki’s lab.”

Maki explained that a knife wasn’t made for this. A tailor could probably do it with a knife without damaging it much, but someone not experimented would prefer to use scissors instead, if they really wanted the thread intact that much.

Keebo being a robot, didn’t know what that could even be used for.

Shuichi didn’t know much, aside from sewing back clothes he didn’t know what else that could have been used for.

Korekiyo felt like they were missing something.

Ryoma shrugged it off saying that most of the times he saw threads it was on someone’s skin, but that theory was probably false.

Angie thought they were searching too far, and that it was probably to repair their own clothes.

Tenko argued saying they didn’t fight, so what would they even have to repair?

Tsumugi seemed to have been thinking for a while before finally speaking up. “What if it was something else entirely?”

Tenko looked at her. From Shuichi’s point of view, she seemed worried. “What do you mean?”

Tsumugi stared back for a few seconds before turning to Monokuma. “Don’t you find this strange that Monokuma asked for the trial to start without us finding neither the knife, nor the scissors?”

Shuichi looked down.

Korekiyo seemed to understand her reasoning. “Are you saying the killer actually has their weapon on themselves?”

She nodded. “The killer and Gonta were accomplices, yes? So Gonta ripped his shirt on purpose to get Maki to repair it. That way the killer had a thread available and didn’t have to steal it from Maki’s lab, because she would have noticed it too easily. The killer then modified their own clothes to create a pocket and carry the tools, so no one would find them.”

That explanation seemed far fetched, but Shuichi needed one last thing to confirm the theory.

The culprit would need to use a needle to sew an improvised pocket.

Maki said that the threads were attached to a sewing machine, and she would have noticed if they were cut off. However she had plenty of needles and pins in the drawers. So the culprit could have stolen one without her realizing.

Keebo still seemed septic of Tsumugi’s explanations. “Do you have any idea about who the culprit could be?”

Of course it had to be with clothes thick enough to create the pocket without needing fabric, so some of them were out of the question, like Miu and Keebo.

Shuichi looked down.

She faintly smiled, but quickly dropped it. She turned to Shuichi. “You’ve been leading the debate… I think you know the answer, right?”

Shuichi looked down. The evidence was in front of his eyes from the beginning. He could have just said so, but… Was it worth it?

“Tenko…”

He paused.

“I heard some things clinging around your waist. Like metal tools.”

Tenko looked at him with sad eyes, and then smiled.

After a long silence, Kaede spoke up. “That’s… That’s a joke right?”

Tenko looked at her with watery eyes.

“I’m sorry… Everyone.”

Shuichi felt guilty for accusing her. “I think… I should recap what happened-”

“No.” Tenko interrupted him. “You shouldn't have to do more. I’ll...” She took a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”

“When the time limit was announced… I couldn’t just sit there. And I wasn’t the only one thinking that. I talked to Gonta in private about it, and we established the plan together.”

“We had to decide who would be the victim and who would be the murderer. So we decided to set a match the same afternoon.”

She chuckled. “Yes, when you all came, it was pretty much to watch a death match.”

“Gonta pretended to have his shirt ripped so Maki would repair it. He was in her lab for a good amount of time, so he got to know where the scissors and needles were. That night I stole them from Maki’s lab after Gonta explained to me where they were.”

“Whether I would kill him with a knife or with the scissors was actually not decided in the plan. I told him I would use a knife because it was more efficient. But I didn’t know if I had the time to take it. Thankfully I did.”

“When the time came, we knew everyone was panicking, and that no one really paid attention about who got out of the room or who came in.”

“So we both went to the warehouse at different intervals, and I… I killed him with the knife. I decided to spread the evidence as an excuse to frame the kubs and see what they would say in the trial.”

“I didn’t want to take the first blood perk. My objective… Was to get as much information as we could during the trial.”

She smiled. “And it turned out to be a huge success!”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Perhaps I- we took the selfish route by putting you all through a trial, but I thought it was better than you all continuing this game without any hints on the situation.”

The silence felt heavy. When they all entered the room they thought it was a merciless killer, but Tenko’s intentions were more than that.

Monokuma started laughing. The trial came to an end, and it was time to vote. Himiko yelled that he was not going to kill her. Kaede joined in as a desperate attempt. Kirumi was unsure but said she would not let some robotic bear dictate what she wanted to do or not.

Kokichi panicked and tried to reach out to Himiko but backed out before touching her shoulder. He tried to tell her that Monokuma still had the exisals by his side, but she wasn’t listening.

Tenko yelled to get the attention of the others. Reassuring them that it was okay, this was what she deserved.

Monokuma laughed, and announced the voting time open.

Shuichi reluctantly voted, like the others.

Tenko was glad to see all the votes for her. She smiled with tears rolling down her face.

“I’m glad I was able to meet you all, even if it was just for a couple of days.”

“But hey, if everyone was cooperating to get through the door, I’m sure you’ll be able to stop this game!”

“I know you can. Anyone could have taken the first blood perk but you didn’t. I’m sure you can do this.”

“Now you have more info to continue, and even if someone among us is a traitor, I’m sure you’ll all be able to corner them.”

“I’m counting on you.”

A majority of the others seemed in denial, they refused to believe that Tenko had killed Gonta, that she was slowly approaching her death with a smile on her face.

But it was a death she accepted the second she made the deal with Gonta.

It was a death she was walking to with honor, not trying to run away.

“Hey Monokuma.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

Himiko yelled and ran towards Tenko.

Monokuma laughed as he used a toy hammer to press the bright red button in front of him.

GAME OVER

Tenko has been found guilty.

Time for the punishment!

(BGM)

Before Himiko could reach her, Tenko’s neck was grabbed by a metal claw, and dragged her away to the elevator.

The elevator closed and instead of going up, it went straight underground. She was holding onto the walls to keep balance, but stumbled onto the floor when the elevator brutally stopped.

She slowly got up when all the walls of the elevator fell down. She couldn’t see anything that was further than a few meters away because of the darkness, but she could clearly see that the floor was covered by thousands of mannequins.

She took only a few steps away from the elevator when what looked like hundreds of pair of pink glowing eyes lightened up to stare at her, but she couldn’t see the rest of their bodies.

The closest pair of eyes slowly approached to reveal a mannequin made to look like Gonta, with several holes in its body, filled with a blood colored paint.

The other mannequins revealed themselves, each looking like the rest of the group, also with “blood” filled holes in them.

Enemy of the harmonious world Ultimate judoka Tenko Chabashira’s execution: Executed

The first mannequins started jumping on her, and all she could do was to fight them. They were not hard to throw away, but there were way too many for her to handle.

The Maki-shaped ones were throwing needles, the Rantaro-shaped ones were throwing scalpels, some of them were physically fighting her with punches or were just trying to grab her.

As the hundreds of mannequins attacked in different ways, with different weapons, Tenko was starting to get exhausted, and even more injured, with countless cuts on her body.

She had stopped counting how many of them she had thrown away when she collapsed on the floor.

The mannequins stopped attacking. Tenko raised her head to see that they were moving out of someone’s way.

A Gonta shaped mannequin, towering above her, looking at her with soulless pink eyes.

A lever-rope appeared next to him, and the puppet pulled it.

Countless blades appeared one by one from the floor, stabbing all the other mannequins… And the final one, impaling her in the chest.

Tenko Chabashira, the ultimate judoka, was dead.

This felt unreal. Shuichi watched with fearful eyes the scene that just unrolled in front of his eyes.

They had lost two friends today and learned that one of them was orchestrating the whole thing.

No one dared to say anything.

Monokuma rubbed it in their faces, saying that despair was the most wonderful feeling in this world. He told them to rest because the killing game would continue very soon.

The ride in the elevator was silent. Shuichi looked at the spot Tenko was when they went to the trial room, now empty. He didn’t know her well, but that was not a reason not to feel bad for sending her to her death. A painful one, that is.

Some looked almost indifferent, but perhaps it was not to show their weakness.

A majority of the group decided to go straight to bed, but Shuichi decided to walk for a while, to get some fresh air.

After some time he laid on the ground, staring at the sky beyond the giant iron cage. He almost felt like sleeping here but knew this was a bad idea. He was lost in thoughts until a familiar voice talked to him.

“Can’t sleep?”

Shuichi turned around. It was Kaito. Both sat down next to each other.

“I just wanted some fresh air.”

“I get you.”

They went silent for a while, but it was fine. Perhaps just the other’s presence was enough.

“The game’s already started, huh?”

Kaito didn’t even expect an answer. That was more of a statement than a question.

“Tenko… Has faith in us. She told us we were strong but…” the smaller boy’s voice trailed off.

“You can’t help but think this isn’t over?” the taller one finished the sentence.

“Yeah. I don’t think Monokuma is gonna give us a time limit again, but I know things aren’t gonna get better.”

Kaito couldn’t even argue with him. He got up and offered his hand to Shuichi. “I know this whole situation sucks, but perhaps we should stick together for now, yeah?”

Shuichi looked at him, surprised by this change of attitude and took the other’s hand to get up. “Alright. Thanks a lot Kaito.”

They both returned to their dorms. They saw Kokichi and Himiko sitting further away in the courtyard. Unlike the other times Shuichi saw them, it looked like Kokichi was trying to reassure Himiko, who was feeling down, even though he tried to keep a distance between them.

Tomorrow would be another day.

[danganxastrologyimagines]

V3 cast suddenly got into a food fight and everyone, except for Himiko, Kiibo and Gonta, gets detention and are forced to clean the place?

When Miu managed to somehow insult Kokichi because of how he eats, Kokichi lobbed the food he was consuming at the time at Miu with the same shit eating grin on his face he always does.

Miu whimpered before throwing the food off of her, splashing Kaede in the process.

Kaede and Shuichi joined up to try to get people to stop, but the chain of effects got almost everybody involved. The ones who weren’t involved were Gonta, Keebo and Himiko. 

Himiko was asleep through the entire thing. Keebo was trembling at what was happening, partially worried about what could happen if one piece of food gets stuck in his body, and Gonta dragged him over to Himiko before acting as their bodyguard.

Tenko, Kaito and Maki joined in when they were hit in the crossfire, let’s be honest about that one. Maki probably also did it more when she saw Kaito being targetted, wanting to defend her close friend.

Rantaro and Angie joined in because they wanted to show people how it was done, cringing when they saw someone attempt to throw soup across the room. 

Kirumi was trying to get people to stop throwing food, and she kept getting food thrown at her by Kokichi because she was ‘not enjoying herself’, and she thought that fighting food with food would be the most effective form of action in this situation.

Korekiyo, Ryoma and Tsumugi were sitting with each other, just getting covered in the food that was being flung around the room. Tsumugi made a plan with the other two to get back at them, and before they could do so, Ishimaru got into the canteen to see the food fight taking place.

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The detention consisted of Ishimaru giving a big lecture on how it was coiunter-productive, wasted food, etc. He recognised that Himiko, Gonta and Keebo did nothing to encourage said behaviour, and they were let off with a conversation on how he’s glad that they didn’t follow the crowd.

Kaede apologised profusely, asking how they could be forgiven.

 Ishimaru had an idea. If a food fight caused conflict, it could cause the people that took part in the food fight to make up with each other.

Through cleaning.

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Kaede, Shuichi, Kirumi and Maki were the ones that did the majority of the cleaning, when the rest kind of just stood there watching and occasionally looking busy with sweeping the floors or cleaning the tables.

Kokichi kept making fun of Miu because she effectively caused the entire chain of effects to take place because she couldn’t simply wipe the food off of her shirt. They started arguing, and throwing the cleaning equipment at each other as Kaito tried his best to catch all of the equipment 

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Transfer Student

Student From Beyond the Grave

Even after everything that had already happened, I couldn’t help but feel depressed. After all, lying in front of me was the dead body of my friend and classmate, Kaito Momota...

Around me, were equally dispirited faces. It was practically impossible for anyone to imagine someone like Kaito dying so suddenly... even if his motivational speeches were embarrassing sometimes, it was undeniable that he was one of our sources of hope in this place. But even among all of us, there was someone who had blatantly been more affected about it all...

Turned away from the rest of us, on the corner of the room, stood Shuichi. Even in the position I was in, his face was visible; tears rolled down each of his cheeks as he pressed his cap harder into his skull, as if trying to bring to reality all his feelings. For a split second, I found myself on my way towards him to put a hand on his shoulder and spurt comforting words, but stopped as soon as I remembered the argument we had and how we had been ignoring each other since. No... why am I hesitating? Who cares about a stupid fight... this is about much more...

“May Atua carry his soul peacefully onto Heaven,” announced Angie before I even had a chance to continue.

As Shuichi turned around to focus on her, our gazes met for an instant. Like I had been possessed by an outside force, I jerked my head to the side, avoiding his eyes; the shame I felt managed to surpass the guilt for an instant and I didn't dare look back.

“Heaven my ass!” Miu screamed. “Hey, con artist! Use your magic to revive astroboy or somethin’!”

“Nyeh? I’m all outta MP now…” Himiko said.

“It’s okay, Himiko. We don't need magic to bring Kaito back!” Angie said with a smile, unbothered by the whole situation.

“Excuse me?” Keebo gasped, just as surprised as everyone else.

Angie shut her eyes and interlaced her fingers as everyone stared at her. “We can speak to Kaito! If we ask for Atua’s help, He’ll surely grant us one last conversation with his soul! All we need is to prepare the ritual!”

“Ri... tual?” I said, a bad feeling hitting me on the gut. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. “It... does sound like a noble act, but... are you sure this can work? I mean, not to doubt anything, it’s just that it sounds too…”

“Far-fetched!” Tenko completed the sentence for me. “I mean, who’d even go in something like that?”

“I’m going to do it.”

The voice made all of us turn around. Shuichi was standing tall, with a pained but determined expression on his face, clutching his shirt instead of his hat now. What? There’s no way he isn’t being serious, but at the same time... it’s hard to believe he’d accept something like that. Being the Ultimate Detective and all, he was always moved by logic...

“If it means I get to speak to Kaito again... I’ll do anything.” he added, answering the unspoken questions of all the surprised gazes.

“Nyahaha, how wonderful! Who else would like to join?” Angie laughed, clearly satisfied with herself.

“Umm... I think I’d rather not get involved with stuff like that, thanks...” said Tsumugi, sweat dripping of her forehead.

“Ritual to... talk to Kaito?” Gonta said. Out of all of us, he was probably the most confused. “Sorry... Gonta no understand... Gonta stay quiet...”

“Kehehe... a seance, then... how interesting! I’d love to see the beauty of this culture...” Korekiyo said, voice coming muffled through his mask.

“Hmpth! I know for sure this isn’t gonna work... and I’m going just to prove that and stare at your dumb faces when nothing happens!” Miu said.

I glanced all around the room trying to read everyone’s expressions in awe. My eyes stopped right on Shuichi, who was still staring forwards at Angie; whether he was refusing to look back or too unfocused to even notice my gaze, I wasn’t sure.

“H-hold on! Are we... actually going to follow through with this?!” exclaimed Keebo.

As if answering his question, Kokichi immediately started jumping up and down like a child in a candy store. “Okay, okay, I’m going too! It was starting to get a little boring around over here... and if Shumai is going too, I have nothing to lose! Riiight?”

Shuichi ignored Kokichi as hard as he was doing to me, all of his attention focused on Kaito. All I want right now is for everything to go back to what it was like before... and if it takes a ritual, that’s fine.

“Everyone... I think I’m going to participate, too, if that’s alright.” I spoke up.

“Ah? You too, Kaede? How amazing! Atua is so glad all of us are going to reach out for him!” said Angie. “Now, now, let’s see... me, Shuichi, Korekiyo, Miu, Kokichi and Kaede! Six people! What a divine number!”

“Can we just... do it now?” Shuichi said.

“Yeah, let’s go! But how do we do it? Are we gonna do it right here?” Kokichi asked.

“No... we need a special place to perform the ritual. A very quiet, dark, and isolated place...”

“Well, then...” Korekiyo started with a cough to catch our attention. “How about one of the empty rooms of the fourth floor? They appear to fit this criteria, yes?”

“Yeah, I think so... there are no windows there, so all we’d need to do is blow out the candles.” I agreed.

“Fine! This stupid shit is already wasting my time, so let’s just get it over with already!” Miu yelled, tapping her boots against the floor.

“Good luck, everyone! Tell Kaito that Gonta say hi and sorry for not protecting him!” Gonta said as he waved to us.

Tsumugi forced a smile as she looked at us. “Yeah... I hope this all works. If you’d ask me, it sounds plainly impossible... but I don’t know.”

Himiko shrugged. “Do whatever you want, I guess.”

“I agree with Himiko!” Tenko was quick to add.

The group of us who had agreed to the ritual walked towards the door to leave, with Shuichi and Angie taking the lead as expected. A feeling urged me to at least stay close to him in a moment like this, but with everyone else in front of me, it was hard to reach him.

But... am I being selfish? This is supposed to be about Kaito... but I’m only using it as an opportunity to make amends with Shuichi. To fix my own mistake... a wave of guilt crashed against me as my pace slowed down.

“Hey, Kaede, you slowpoke! If you don’t catch up to us, we’re gonna leave you behind and you’re never gonna speak to Kaito again!” I was brought back to reality by Kokichi’s voice.

Looking up from the ground, I realized just how far behind I was from everyone else and rushed to follow them closely again. Still my gaze was focused on Shuichi...

“Hey, should I tell Shuichi about how you’re staring so hard you might burn some holes into the back of his shirt?” Kokichi asked, appearing by my side and making me jump, startled.

“You...!” I said before closing my mouth and glaring at him. “Kokichi, remember what I told you before... some things are better left unsaid!”

“Sounds more like you’re trying to run away from your problems to me... nee-heehee.”

“No, it’s not that... it’s just... ugh!”

I had to admit... he was an annoying brat, but he was an intelligent annoying brat. Just like he had said it before, being a skilled liar himself allowed him to read other people’s emotions easily...

“Hah, I knew it! You don’t know what to say ‘cause you know it’s the truth!”

“Yeah, maybe it is, Kokichi! So what?”

“Oh, geez, no need to get mad. I was just pointing it out.” he pouted, but I looked away. “I’m only trying to help you, Kaede, you know that?”

I couldn’t help but furrow my eyebrows at that. “Help me? What do you mean?”

“The answer is boringly obvious in this case... so I’m just gonna let you figure that part out by yourself!”

Leaving me in the mystery, Kokichi turned away and started walking faster. Whatever... I shouldn’t bother too much with that. It’s probably just another lie of his. I can deal with Shuichi myself...

After some more walking, we finally arrived in front of the three empty rooms of the fourth floor.

“So... which one shall we pick?” Korekiyo asked.

“Ehh, whatever, no way something as petty as that matters! Just pick any of them!” said Miu, probably starting to regret having accepted.

“Then let’s use... the middle one.” Shuichi said.

“Nyahaha! Wonderful choice, Shuichi!” Angie made her way towards the door and came inside, leaving the door open for the rest of us.

If I had to describe that room in one word, that’d be eerie. Everything just looked so ancient and abandoned; I had been right when I said that without the candles, it’d be pitch black. The back of the place wasn’t even visible, buried into the darkness the light couldn’t reach.

“What a creepy ass place! I can’t believe we’re doing this here!” Miu exclaimed.

“To me... it sounds like the perfect place to perform something such as a ritual.” said Korekiyo as he looked around. “And trust me, I have a lot of experience.”

“Alright, everyone! Now... I’ll do some preparations for the ritual!”

After saying that, Angie reached for a paint brush and a pot of ink in the inside part of her coat, and after taking them out and mixing them, she started to paint a circle covering almost the whole floor. There were quite the details too; I noticed her feeling around the planks to get the measures just right.

“Oh, and of course! There’s a really important thing I almost forgot!” she said after she was done. “To call out to Atua, we’ll need to sing a song!”

“We need to fuckin’ sing too now?! This God’s more demanding than a horny loser with a prostitute in bed!”

“I don’t know, I think singing sounds cool!” said Kokichi, excited.

“I’ll copy all the lyrics for you all to know!”

Angie took a piece of paper from her coat and started writing down all the lyrics. Grouping up near the candle, all of us read the words and listened to her singing the melody before we all had everything memorized.

“Great, great, everyone! Atua is proud of your job!” Angie clapped for us. “Now that all the preparations are done, we need a spirit medium! Someone for Kaito’s spirit to go in! Hmm, it’d work best with boys, since Kaito was a boy too...”

“Then... I’ll do it.” Shuichi announced. “I... can’t think of anyone else but me for Kaito’s spirit to go into.”

“No, I’ll do it!” We turned towards the voice to see Kokichi grinning brightly. “I mean, you won’t be able to talk to him if he possesses you. That very much is obvious, Shuichi. So let me take care of that job, ‘kay? Even if it means getting dumb ol’ Kaito inside of me... but after this, don’t let me catch you ever being all emo again, alright?!”

Kokichi...

I felt like these words really were true. Even if he was talking like that, I know that he meant everything deep inside.

“Alright then! Kokichi, you must lie down right here in the center of the circle!” Angie instructed, and he did as she said. “How are you feeling? Be sure you’re comfortable, since once we start, you won’t be able to move or speak!”

“I’m a-okay! Aww, alright then… see you guys after the seance!” Kokichi said, giving us one last smile before he pressed his forehead against the floor.

“Very well!” Angie continued. “Each one of you four should go to a corner of the room! I’ll stay in front of the door!”

She took a few steps back, staying in a front line in the direction of Kokichi. Likewise, the rest of us went to the corners of the room; since Shuichi and I were both on the front corners, we were near the candles.

“Now, Shuichi and Kaede, blow out the candles!”

At the same time, we turned around and blew them out, turning the whole room pitch black. Goosebumps coursed through my body… this whole thing was becoming creepier and creepier by the moment.

At last, at last, at long last

Angie’s cheery voice erupted from the silence, leading us into the song. Soon, all our voices united to sing the lyrics.

Young guard dog and little lost boy lying deep against the ground At mountain’s bottom, within the darkness At last, at last, at long last How many will there be by down? Will there be two or just one?

CRASH!

Did the guard dog run far away? Or did it eat the little boy? At last, at last… at long last…

The song was done… I was glad. I heard a loud strange noise right near the end… what the heck even was that? There’s no way it was nothing, and this worries me...

“Is the lost child... Kaito Momota?” asked Angie.

Silence. I swallowed as I clung to my clothes in concern.

“Of course he isn’t gonna answer, ‘cause Kaito’s fucking dead!”

“Miu... don’t interfere with the ritual. Do you want to unleash a curse upon us?”

“Is the lost child... Kaito Momota?” she repeated, only to receive no answer once again. “Hmm... how weird! Shuichi, Kaede, turn the lights back on!”

Hurriedly, I grabbed the box of matches sitting near the candle support and lit it up again. After Shuichi did the same, the room was finally clear enough for us to look around.

“Ha! I told you shit wouldn’t hap-- Wait, whaaaat?!”

I looked at the direction Miu was staring with her mouth open, only to gasp myself. The spot Kokichi had been just seconds ago was now empty, with no trace of him anywhere around. My mind went to a blank when I tried to imagine what could have happened… there’s no way he could have just disappeared from thin air… right?

“Holy fuck! This ritual bullshit is actually real?! The shota’s just popped outta existence!”

“N-no… that isn’t possible! I’m sure that… he must be around somewhere, right? He’s probably just playing one of his pranks on us…” I said, but my stuttering and pauses didn’t make it much better.

“Or perhaps… Miu really botched the ritual.” Korekiyo glared daggers at her.

“H-hiaghh! Don’t look at me with such a scary face!” she said, cowering behind me.

“Then we can’t stay still… we need to look around for Kokichi!” Shuichi said, tiny drops of sweat running down his forehead.

“Right!”

All of us rushed out of the room through the door and looked all around the fourth floor, only to find no clues of Kokichi’s location. Throughout the whole investigation, Shuichi was erratic, as if all his sadness had left to give place to worry.

“He is nowhere around here… let’s try seeing the third floor, alright?” I proposed.

We sprinted down the steps of the stairs, finally arriving on the third floor. But as soon as we turned to the side, a sight unlike everything we expected was waiting for us…

I could barely process the image in front of me. Kokichi’s body was sprawled over the ground, his head lying against a pool of his own blood. At any moment, I expected him to jump up, a smirk on his face as he announced it was all just another lie, one I’d end up welcoming… but this never came.

“Kokichi!” Shuichi screamed as he ran past all of us towards him, his voice filled with a despair I had never seen.

Before any of us could even try to stop him, Shuichi fell on his knees right by Kokichi’s side and started shaking him, trying to get any form of reaction. When he pulled Kokichi against his lap, the large, bloody injury on his forehead was exposed, contrasting against this serene expression, almost as though he were sleeping.

And then, making our blood run cold, it came.

“A body has been discovered!”

[dangan-ronpa-v3-imagines-blog]

Yandere V3 Girls With Submissive, Yandere S/O

AKA, the kinky sequel to yandere girls. This was super fun to write, eheheh. Pretty kinky, but not NSFW. The initial ask was... pretty specific, so not all parts of the ask show up for each girl. I wanted to make each of ‘em distinct, so had to be a little flexible. Done by Mod Iruma, of course!

It’s a little violent and pretty disturbing, so if you don’t like violent or just disturbing shit, best to steer clear of this one.

AKAMATSU KAEDE

Akamatsu is a pretty bad yandere. She’s very nervous about killing someone, bad at hiding the body, and is strangely not confident in her own confidence.

“Don’t worry, S/O! You’re never leaving me! ...erm, I think. That’s what the internet is telling me yanderes say!”

You pat her on the back and say it’s okay, you read her internet history every day, so you know what she’s been up to.

Like a rational human being, Akamatsu gives you a hug and thanks you for being so thoughtful about her!

Even if you can’t stay with Akamatsu the whole day, you make sure to keep tabs on where she is at any given moment, just in case she decides to crack someone’s head open.

When she does decide to crack someone’s head open, you’re at her location in five seconds, helping her clean up the body.

She doesn’t seem too worried that you know where she is at any given time.

She’s more worried that she’s not being a good girlfriend, because you’re doing so much for her and she’s only killing people!

So she takes you to various different stores and keeps on buying you tons and tons of different cute stuff that she thinks you’ll like!

A bracelet (that she writes ‘Kaede’s S/O’ on), a collar (that she writes ‘Return to Kaede Akamatsu’ on), a shirt (that she writes ‘I’m with Kaede!’) on...

You get weird stares on days when Akamatsu is using the leash she attached to your collar to drag you to a body she killed (and cannot clean up). But that’s okay! Because who cares if someone’s judging you and your girlfriend...?

The two of you will just kill them if they dare to look at the other the wrong way.

CHABASHIRA TENKO

You two always get weird looks from everyone when they see the collar (”CHOKER, HONEY!”) around your neck.

Multiple people walk up to you when you’re volunteering at Chabashira’s dojo and hurridely inquire about the bruises marking your neck

Usually, before you answer, Chabashira shoos the judgmental male degenerate (or “mistaken child”, as she’s taken to calling the ladies) away and puffs her cheeks at you.

“Goood, why are you making them walk all over you?! We gotta keep out private life private, unless it calls for some blood! Here, let me adjust your choker - YES, IT’S A CHOKER! - so they don’t-”

Being a volunteer at Chabashira’s dojo is hard, though. She uses you as her punching bag a lot, and whenever you complain, she uses you as a punching bag harder that night 

(but you love her and she loves you so everything’s okay, everything’s fine)

It’s heartwarming when you clean up Chabashira’s latest mankilling-run (in which she killed some particularly nasty male degenerates who were looking at you the wrong way)

She always smiles at you, too, when you walk in with the body of a pervert looking at Chabashira for a second too long

Even if Chabashira is still a little rough around the edges... and super possessive... and finds some sort of morbid pleasure in beating you and others up... you love her more than anyone in the world, and you’re sure she agrees.

The col- C H O K E R is proof of that.

YUMENO HIMIKO

The second that Yumeno figured out you were a yandere as well, she gave up on being one.

...Sorta?

It’s more like, Yumeno makes you do ALL of the work.

In public, while she’s slurping her smoothie that she made you buy up, she’ll point at some random mofo.

“I don’t like... their hair. Kill ‘em.”

You’ll sigh, lovingly hug your girlfriend, take the poor victim and murder them brutally in the next ally you find.

Yumeno will be there, judging you on your style and effectiveness (and not doing any work. she’s too lazy.)

You’re pretty certain that when she’s not making you kill, she has a furry fetish. She bought you a pink collar with a nametag that says “ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ This belongs to Yumeno Himiko ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ”, got you wolf ears, and also tagged a wolf tail to your pants.

She also makes you howl your love for her at night. It’s like one of Angie’s rituals but more... wolf. And fetishy. 

It’s weird as shit, but hey. Anything for your cute, lazy, crazy but too tired to do anything about it wife.

YONAGA ANGIE

Angie loves it when you help her with her blood sacrifices! It gives her the time to draw her name all over your body!

She’s been thinking about using a knife to carve it into you, but she’s worried that she’ll permanently hurt you. You’ve been coming up with plans to make a good, permanent scar!

When the two of you were drowning that flirty girl that looked at Angie the jealous way in the poison vat last night, you considered branding, but nada.

Angie’s been just making you tie-dye shirts for the time being. They’re cute, hip, fashionable, and also hide the blood well!

Angie picks all the colors though. Whenever you tell her that orange is a little not your style, a glare immediately shuts you down and Angie goes back to dying.

It’s nice, having someone make all the hard decisions (like your t-shirt color) for you.

After a long day of drowning and blood sacrificing and chanting and cop getaways and bribing and loving, relieved sex, Angie suddenly comes to the decision that she’ll brand her name into you, not cut you! Nono, using the fiery pits of hell to embellish it on your skin is far better!

You would’ve preferred cutting. But you don’t complain. You love your precious Yonaga Angie.

HARUKAWA MAKI

Harukawa’s into some... some pretty fucked up shit.

First of all, after you confronted her about being a yandere (in which you confessed to her that it’s okay, we all get violent killing urges every now and again, you had one just yesterday and you need help hiding the body), she chloroform ragged you until you were sufficiently knocked out.

When you woke up, she glared at you and very slowly, very threateningly, began to set the rules down in her (she said her, even though it’s technically yours, she’s just rooming) house. 

You will not leave the house without her. You only kill when she tells you to. You’ll let her make all of the important decisions from now on - for both of you. If she doesn’t like one of her friends, it is perfectly within her rights to kill them. You’ll wear this tracking collar at all times.

You agree to those terms... as long as she wears this tracking bracelet! S-So you know where she is, too.

She gives you a sigh (but it feels almost endearing) as she sllips it on. It’s blinking red.

From that day onward, life with Harukawa is good. She treats you almost as if you’re a child at time, constantly acting condescending, sneering at you if you forget or are too lazy to sweep up the blood from the body she told you to clean up.

She’ll even pick up some awful, sleazy loser at a bar and throw him into the living room to sate you when you ask when you’ll be able to kill the next one, and you SEE that she’s at the bar, please please bring someone home!!

The only part you don’t like is when Harukawa... punishes you, when you leave the house because you just need a breath of fresh air.

It’s okay, because you know, you know that she loves you. Especially after a long day when she gives you a rare smile and snuggles right up into you.

You love your adorable, tsundere Harumaki.

TOUJOU KIRUMI

Toujou has always had an inane obsession with you being entirely dependent on her. It’s always been a fantasy of hers, and now she’s finally found the person to make it reality.

Her breaking your legs and confining you to a wheelchair, then literally chaining you to it, is not quite what you’ve expected.

Strangely, it feels nice, having such a motherly figure like Toujou to depend on. She may control almost everything you do now - your legs are useless and your arms are chained - but, it’s pretty nice, belonging to someone in literally every way.

She uses her income as an exceptional maid to buy a deluxe, gorgeous house overlooking the ocean. It’s beautiful.

You know that you’re never, ever leaving the house (Toujou would never; she’s too jealous that you might fight another person) so you learn to enjoy the view like it’s your last.

Of course, it just being you and Toujou, it gets kinda lonely.

...even though Toujou constantly shadows you, because with your limbs not working, you pretty much need someone to do absolutely everything for you. Even things such as eating, drinking, reading a book on your own, etc is unthinkable for you.

So, to make you less lonely, Toujou likes to hire some employers.

She keeps them around until she doesn’t like them any more, or they get a little too touchy-feely. When they do, she unlatches your arms, and gives you a gun.

You love to hear their screams as you pull the trigger.

IRUMA MIU

The glorious, genius inventor Iruma Miu is sensitive. And really possessive.

She made you your own iron man-like mecha suit and gets REALLY offended if you don’t wear it wherever you go!

She stamped her name alllll over the robotic body and even made it so there’s a slit and attachments if she ever wants to... you know.

Iruma’s pretty much made it permanently attachable. Months pass, and soon, you don’t know what life is like outside of your robotic body.

Oh, you know Iruma’s watching your every move. You know there are cameras all over. You know that she has little machines in the suit to make it somehow grope you at any given moment. Your body is barely yours.

But that’s fine.

You love Iruma, and if this is how she shows her love, that’s fine. Even if it means she’ll suddenly jerk control of your body and force you (well, not even force, you’d do it in a second if she asked) to murder a girl that was looking at you funny. Or that one guy that flirted with you at the bar.

Possibly the best day of your life was when Iruma forced you into her workship in the dead of night, powered up a few machines, clanging and clanking, and happily told you that she was finally making the robot body 100%, purely attached. Absolutely nothing could get the body off without it killing you.

She’d always know where you are. She could control you completely. You’d completely belong to the gorgeously beautiful inventor for the rest of time.

It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

SHIROGANE TSUMUGI

When Shirogane first became your girlfriend, she slapped a collar around your neck and tossed you into her basement. You were mostly concerned that you were getting kidnapped.

But when you woke up the next day to Shirogane happily making you some breakfast ramen, you were pretty much totally relieved.

Shirogane cheerily informs you that she’s not gonna let you out of the basement and - if you’re good - the house. She explains it in... cosplayer terms, though.

Like, you’re her favorite t-shirt, such a good t-shirt that she never wants anyone other than her to see! So she’s keeping you locked in her house!

And you’re attached to a pole with a chain, wearing absolutely no clothing, just like in her kinky Japanese animes she watches late at night!

Before you bring up the fact that she’s Japanese, so she shouldn’t call anime ‘Japanese’ like it’s foreign or something, she’s off.

You slowly grow to like being confined to her house, adoring all of the attention she gives you and you only!

So that’s why, to keep you busy, she starts hiring robbers to go and rob “her neighbor” (coughherscough) house.

After all, when she comes home to the robber’s corpses and you happily stabbing their dead bodies for the 100th time out of boredom, she’s just helping you get rid of the scum of society!

It’s a win-win for everyone. Especially whenever Shirogane comes home, and you can curl up into her lap as she holds your chain-leash long into the night.

[takonei]

Beta AU - Main story: Prologue

Hehhhehhehh since I couldn’t summarize the prologue I wrote it entirely despite my non existent writing skills.

Forgive me guys, I snapped.

Also yeah towards the end I kinda gave up because everyone knows the rules of a class trial by now.

Edit: Forgot to add that while the main story and context remain the same, I added my own twists as to repair plot holes and just for fun.

Day: Unknown.

Place: Unknown, Japan.

A young highschool student makes his way to the address given to him on the sheet of paper he holds on to tightly.

He looks up to the large building before him.

“I still can’t believe any of this is real.”

He doesn’t realise how much time he stared at it until he heard another voice beside him.

“You’ve been staring at this for about two full minutes. You good?”

He snaps out of whatever trance he was in to face the other boy. Another highschooler, with messy light green hair and physical aspects that could be described as feminine.

“No I just…”

He looked back to the building.

“I never thought I would get in in the first place.”

“Me too, and yet here we are.”

He sighed. “It was about damn time.”

…

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...

Day: Unknown.

Place: Unknown.

Shuichi woke up in a confined space. If he were to guess, it was probably a locker. He tried to get an idea of where he was, but his movements were very limited.

He heard footsteps coming towards his locker, and out of panic, Shuichi stayed still hoping the person outside didn’t notice another presence.

“Is someone in there?” another voice questioned. A male voice. But Shuichi didn’t recognize it, and didn’t know if this person was nice or not.

“I’m not here to hurt anyone, I just want to know where am I.”

Perhaps this person wasn’t a bad guy after all. Shuichi pushed the door and got out of what was indeed a locker. Around him was a classroom, with a modern aspect, but looked like it was abandoned years ago due to the long vines on the roof and walls.

It was only then that he faced the only other person in the room.

A male teenager around his age from his looks, perhaps a bit younger. He wore a dark blue, comfortable looking jacket, a white shirt and dark blue pants. But what was the most noticeable thing about him was his light green hair and  intense green gaze, staring at him. It wasn’t in an angry way, but it still intimidated Shuichi.

“You don’t look like you have any idea about where we are.”

Unfortunately he was right.

“No clue, sorry.” he scratched the back of his head.

They looked around to get, perhaps an idea of their current location. The other boy swept away some dust on one of the desks.

“Strange. Even though we were brought here, this place looks like it hadn’t been stepped in in at least years.”

Shuichi frowned. “Brought here? What do you mean?”

The unnamed boy turned around to face the blue eyed student.

“Unless you went here on your o-”

He was brutally interrupted by a high pitched voice.

“Rise and shine, ursine!”

The two teens were startled by the sudden apparition of… A bi-colored teddy bear, red and white, with a scarf and a shuriken.

“A teddy bear??”

“I’m not a teddy bear, I’m Mo-”

“Let’s get to the point. Are you the one who kidnapped us?”, the green haired boy interrupted, clearly, already annoyed.

“How rude to interrupt me! I’m Monotaro, from the Monokubs!”

Shuichi was confused by what was happening. “I’ve never heard of you though…”

The bear looked at the two boys.

“Alright! We’re good to go then! Let’s tackle each issue one at a time! Any questions?”

The green eyed teenager didn’t waste a second.

“Where are we?”

“This place is called the Ultimate academy for Gifted Juveniles, an academy made for you two and the other fourteen ultimates!”

Shuichi was getting more and more confused. “The Ultimate academy for… What?”

The red and white bear looked more than glad to explain things, which was the only plus in the situation.

“There are 16 Ultimates at this school! Students chosen and recruited for the Ultimate initiative for their talents!”

Shuichi seemed to understand the situation, but his ‘partner’ raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Anyway, it’s time for you to greet the other ultimates of the academy! It will be important for you guys’ activity later!”

The duo looked at each other.

Monotaro seemed satisfied.

“Alrighty then! So long, bear well!”

“Wait!” Shuichi reached out to it, but it was too late.

“We were definitely kidnapped.” the other boy said bluntly.

The chestnut haired teen looked at him. But turned his gaze back to the ground. “Unfortunately there isn’t much we can do about it for now.”

“What’s your name by the way?” Shuichi asked.

“The name’s Rantaro Amami. I’ve been called the ultimate medic from time to time.”

“Oh, you work in hospitals? That’s nice!”

He chuckled. “Not exactly, but whatever. What’s your name?”

“Oh, my name is Shuichi Saihara, the ultimate violinist. At least it’s the title I often get from the people I play for.” He didn’t want to brag about his talent, perhaps in fear of being judged.

The two made their way out for their quest for the other ultimates. But as they were walking, Shuichi had a question on his mind, something his ‘new friend’ had said.

As if reading his mind, Rantaro turned to him. “You look like you want to ask me something, but you don’t dare to.”

“Ah!-”

The medic chuckled. “Hey, it’s fine, really. But what’s on your mind though?”

Shuichi looked for words. “Earlier you looked confused when the red bear said we were recruited as Ultimates, and you are absolutely sure this wasn’t on our will. Why is that?”

“You’re observant, I see.” Rantaro affirmed. He looked away from Shuichi. “Because my place is not here. Even if it’s an academy for us ultimates, I don’t belong here.”

“What do you mean?”

“My place is on the battlefield, with my crew, helping soldiers recover from their injuries. Not in an academy studying to work in a hospital.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. “You’re a war medic?”

“That’s what I’ve always been. And even if someone handed me a letter to say I was accepted here, I would have refused.”

Rantaro didn’t seem mad, or sorrowful in those words. It was barely a statement, but Shuichi couldn’t help but look away.

“Don’t be sad, even if my work conditions aren’t the best, that’s the future I choose for myself. My duty. My role as a war medic.”

At least he didn’t look like he was too much forced into his position, which was a relief.

The two explored the academy, finding one by one the other ultimates.

Tenko Chabashira, the ultimate judoka, a cheerful girl who had a positive attitude despite the situation they were in.

K1-B0, a stoic robot who didn’t remember if he had a special talent besides his nature.

Himiko Yumeno, the ultimate astronomer, a young looking girl who was determined to befriend everyone here.

Kokichi Ouma, the ultimate karma, a very timid boy who preferred to describe his talent as “Ultimate unlucky pest”, already unsettled by Himiko’s cheerful attitude towards him.

Ryoma Hoshi, the ultimate weapons maker, a calm and small yet mature boy, whose soldier nature stood out more than Rantaro.

Maki Harukawa, the ultimate tailor, whose outfit was clearly homemade with a skill living up to the name of ultimate.

Kaede Akamatsu, the ultimate writer, very passionate about her talent and didn’t miss the occasion to talk to the other girl in the room.

Miu Iruma, the ultimate street artist, very flirtatious and confident in her talent as an artist, calling herself “firefly of the city”.

Tsumugi Shirogane, the ultimate prodigy, a calm girl who didn’t have a lot of friends from the look of things.

Angie Yonaga, the ultimate craftswoman, clearly foreign from the way she looks and speaks, but being with Japanese people doesn’t seem to bother her.

Gonta Gokuhara, the ultimate zoologist, who looked reluctant to meet everyone but talked nonetheless.

Korekiyo Shinguji, the ultimate therapist, a bit creepy on the outside, but it was easy to see he was not ill intended in the slightest.

Kaito Momota, the ultimate biker, confident and up to meet the rest of the ultimates, proclaiming himself “the best biker and mechanic you could ask for”.

Kirumi Tojo, the ultimate maid, who looked very serious and mature, and would probably be the mom of the group if it wasn’t for her cold demeanor. 

Despite their friendly interactions with them, the gut feeling that something wrong was going to happen didn’t fade away.

Rantaro and Shuichi were suddenly startled by one of the monitors suddenly lighting up.

“Rise and shine, ursine!” the already annoying jingle ringed through the speakers.

It was only then that the two realized there were not one, but five of those bears speaking to them.

“Hiii! Thanks for bear-ing with us!”

“...”

it didn’t take long for Shuichi to start getting annoyed at the bear puns. After glancing at Kirumi and Rantaro, he realized he wasn’t the only one.

“Kept you bastards waiting, huh!?”

“Everyone, make your way to the gym please.”

“The opening ceremony can finally begin!”

“Phew! We already finished our preparations!”

“... You do realize you just read your lines backwards, don’t you?”

Their catchphrase was already starting to get stuck in their heads.

“So long, bear well!”

The monitors turned off, leaving the trio alone. They looked at each other.

Kirumi broke the silence. “It looks like we don’t have a choice.”

Rantaro frowned. “I still have a bad feeling about this. You go without asking questions?”

The young woman briefly stopped in her tracks. “I am a maid. If I am requested at one place, It is my duty to go.”

Shuichi was not optimistic about the situation either. “I guess all we can do is get there.”

After a short walk, they made their way to the gym, finding the rest of the students here.

Some of them were talking about the new academy. But some were also worried about what everything was about.

Their talk stopped when the ground started shaking, only for five huge robots to come out of nowhere, almost crushing them.

“Yoo-hoo! Rise and shine, ursine!”

Some started screaming, telling everyone to run away, but the robots had already them surrounded.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know! Those machines look powerful!”

“I’m not experienced in fighting robots!”

A voice came out of one of the exisals. “They’re exisals, not robots! Highly mobile, bipedal weapons platforms! They got lotsa hometown pride, too!”

“I can’t keep track of these backstories.”

Miu got the attention of the rest of them back. “It still doesn’t change the fact that we have to run!”

“Wait.”

The voice came from K1-B0.

“If they wanted to kill us, they would have done it right away, don’t you think?”

The rest of them were septic, but the exisals weren’t doing anything. The robot faced one of the exisals.

“You five asked us to join you here for a ceremony. I assume this isn’t to crush us with these machines?”

Tsumugi faintly, but surely joined in.

“I-If you took those giant robots, that means you guessed we wouldn’t cooperate with whatever you want to do to us…”

The yellow exisal seemed to react the first. “Aren’t you a wise girl?”

The blue one exclaimed “I’ll start us off! Listen up! Here’s what we want you punkasses to do…”

He paused, then laughed.

“My heart’s goin’ 100 miles per hour! I’m gonna say it! You ready!? Hell yeah! It’s a-”

He didn’t even finish the sentence that the green exisal spoke.

“KILLING-GAME.”

A sudden silence fell on the students.

“A… What??”

“If that’s a joke that’s not funny!”

The exisals started to fight between themselves, blaming one another for ‘ruining’ it.

Some of the ultimates looked at each other. This… Didn’t look like a prank. They were thinking about a strategy to run away until an unfamiliar voice was heard.

“Now, now, now…”

Shuichi looked at the origin of the sound, even though nothing was there.

“My cute little cubs… You gotta knock off this awful fighting…”

The monokubs suddenly got out of the exisals to go on stage, leaving the huge mechas on the sides of the gym.

“Father!? Father, is that you!?”

“Papa Kuma! Papa Kumaaaaa!”

“Daddy!? Where are you, Daddy!?”

The others were confused to say the least. The light suddenly shut off, only for a single spotlight to light up, in the middle of the stage, revealing a sixth bear, black and white, landing on the ground with what could be grace, if it wasn’t for the fact they were talking about a teddy bear.

“I am the god of this new world, and the headmaster of the Ultimate Academy! The one, the only… Monokuma! Nice to meetcha!”

The kubs and their so called father started arguing in front of worried and confused students.

“What is this…?”

“It’s aura is certainly not blessed!”

“Why is there a sixth one of those teddy bears??”

As if offended by that word, the black and white bear turned back to the students.

“First of all, I’m no teddy bear. I’m Monokuma. Show some respect! I’m the headmaster of the Ultimate academy for Gifted Juveniles!”

Kirumi, despite declaring herself as the ultimate maid, was having none of the bear’s nonsense. “Don’t try to make me believe you are the headmaster of an academy like this.”

The robot on the students’ side spoke up. “I know robots when I see them. But I have a bad feeling about this.”

Ryoma stared at Monokuma. “Alright. You bots talked about a ‘killing game’. What are you even saying?”

Said bear started to laugh.

“What’s so funny about a killing game?!” Miu butted in, both mad and afraid.

“I want you students with your Ultimate-level talents to participate in a killing game.”

Kaito stepped in. “You want us to kill each other? Who would even try to do so?!”

Tenko raised her hands in a combat position. “If it’s just those six bears, we can take them!”

Monokuma laughed again. “We have the exisals on our side. You can’t defy us. In other words… I have the power of life and death over each and every one of you.”

Himiko, despite her short stature, yelled at the bear. “Why on earth would we kill our friends?”

“You guys aren’t friends, you are enemies! After all, a game where no one dies isn’t fun!”

Shuichi didn’t even know what to say. The situation was so absurd.

Monokuma, with his frozen smile, continued the conversation.

“How about an explanation of the killing game? Let’s get this heart pounding killing school semester started already!”

“You are allowed to kill whoever you want, however you want! Stabbing! Drowning! Poisoning! Chocking! You ultimates have all the potential to create some of the most creative methods of killing! After all, there is no better place for a killing game than the ultimate academy!”

No one really dared to respond.

“Once a murder is done, the remaining students proceed to an investigation, then a class trial! The blackened must deceive the spotless! After the trial, it’s voting time! If a majority guesses correctly, only the blackened killer will receive punishment. Buuut! If you vote for the wrong person, the blackened gets away, and all the spotless students get punished instead!”

Kaede’s voice was shaking. “What kind of game is this…?”

Rantaro frowned. “And what is the punishment you talked about?”

Monokuma looked at Rantaro.

“Well it’s simple! The punishment is an execution. After all, it’s only suited for a killing game that a murderer gets killed for their crimes!”

Shuichi couldn’t believe that was real. It all felt like fiction. Yet they were here.

Kokichi was holding onto his sleeves. “Why would we… Why would I… I don’t want to be a part of this! There’s no way I’m doing this!”

Monokuma smiled widely. “You think you have a choice? The killing game is the only reason you’re here!”

For the first time since all this nonsense, Shuichi spoke.

“There… There is no way we’re gonna kill each other just because you told us so!”

Monokuma laughed once again. “I love that spirit of resistance! That’s what I’m looking for in a killing game!”

“But what’s better is to watch you crumble one by one… And then there were none.”

“It’s my role as a headmaster to ensure this killing game is done according to the rules!”

Monokuma went again through a fit of sadistic laughter.

The students all stood there. All of this felt unreal.

But now was not the time to give up. They were going to survive, no matter the cost.

They were not going to be part of this sick, twisted game.