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kumeko · 5 years ago

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A/N: For the @ultimateheroicdespair zine, a Bnha x Danganronpa zine! I wanted to write a shattering Asui, and how she could turn to despair. I like the imagery in this one!

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Once, when Asui was young, she spotted a frog on a rock next to a pond. A big green frog, standing out against the light grey of the rock. It ribbited once, twice, a big balloon expanding at its throat as it breathed in and out.

What a silly creature. She crouched a short distance away, watching as it sat there. The balloon expanded. Deflated. Expanded once more.

And stopped. Nothing happened and she cocked her head, unsure of why it was holding its breath. Before she could stand, she spotted a snake with bright yellow eyes slithering closer and closer to the rock. It stared at the frog unblinking, a tongue flickering in the air as it carved a path through the mud. Frozen in fear, the frog didn’t move, not even as the snake’s jaw unhinged and swooped down for the kill.

-x-

“Upupupupu!” Monokuma sang through the speakers, his childish voice echoing through every room of the school and dormitory. “Time for good girls and boys to wake up! Though I guess you all aren’t good, killing each other like that!”

Asui blearily sat up, running a hand through her hair. It was quiet in the mornings. No, that wasn’t right, it was silent. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the night, there were no sounds outside of the school’s walls. Despite the school’s location in the heart of the city, there were no signs of traffic. Even her home in the boonies had the sound of birds every morning. Here, it was silent as the grave and it was hard not to convince herself that the rest of the world was in that grave.

Maybe they all were. This school might as well be a coffin. In the span of a month, no one had come to save them, no rescue mounted by friends or family. Maybe the world outside was destroyed. Or maybe no one cared. As Asui exited her room, locking it behind her, she heard eager footsteps behind her and a bright cheerful voice. “Asui! Good morning!”

“Morning, Ashido.” Asui yawned, covering her mouth with a hand.

“Tired?” Ashido bounced on her feet, her smile too big to be natural. It was a fragile thing, most like, easily broken.

Asui understood the feeling. She herself felt delicate, like glass waiting to shatter. “Just a little.”

Asahina joined them now, a donut in her mouth. Asui was ninety percent certain that she had stolen one of the donut machines, it was the only explanation of how she always had a donut, no matter what they did. She was chewing it slowly, thoughtfully as she stared at Asui. “How do you keep finding them?’

“What—oh.” Asui tilted her head to peek at her shoulder, a green toad sitting on it. With a smile, she rubbed its head. “You’re far from home.”

“Seriously, we’re in a locked school where nothing can get in or out. How do you keep finding frogs?” Ashahina asked, peering closer at the frog. It ribbited loudly and she jumped back. “It’s completely different from the last one you showed me. You’re telling me another frog got in here?”

Asui shrugged, careful not to disturb the amphibian. “Well, I am the ultimate catcher.”

“More like ultimate magician,” Ashido cut in, cocking her head curiously. “You sure you’re not Doctor Doolittle?”

“Definitely not.” Asui opened the doors to the cafeteria and whatever banter they had going died at the sight in front of them. Half of their class was already inside, sitting on tables and chairs and looking depressed. Even Midoriya and Ishimaru were slouching, none of their usual cheer or energy in the room.

It had been that way for the past week, ever since Iida had killed Minato and started the first round of the killing game.

First round. The worst part of that was that it meant there could be a second. A third. Any number, really, until someone got out or everyone died.

Midoriya gave a small wave, his lips quirking into a fake smile. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Asui rubbed the frog on her shoulder, his wet skin comforting her. Frog slime could be a poison or cure, she remembered. Maybe they’d need it if they got trapped here forever.

Next to Midoriya, Kaminari rested on the table, his head buried in his arms. His voice was muffled as he muttered, “I still can’t believe Bakugou wasn’t the first one.”

Fortunately, he was too quiet for Bakugou to hear. The surly explosive maker sat at the far end of the room, angrily munching on a sandwich as he glared at everyone who entered. Ever since they first met, he had been a ball of rage and aggressively argued or attacked almost everyone he interacted with.

“Then he isn’t a killer,” Asui muttered, before covering her mouth.

It was too late. Midoriya paled, a hand rubbing his forearm. “Iida…he…he was just desperate.”

She closed her eyes. Her parents had raised her to always speak her mind but sometimes that wasn’t the right thing to do. “You’re right. Sorry. He…I didn’t mean that.”

The atmosphere grew heavy. Not even the frog could prevent the sinking feeling in her stomach. Iida wasn’t a killer either. But maybe that was the point of this all, to show that even the most innocent could have a dark side.

“Hey!” Ashido broke through the gloom, her voice wobbling a little as she gave her usual cheerful attitude. “I made something new.” In her hands was a small glass of murky coloured liquid.

Asui blinked, not sure how to respond. As Ashido’s smile grew more strained, she tapped the glass and played along. “What is it?”

“Don’t know.” Ashido laughed. Despite being the ultimate chemist, almost all her creations were complete accidents. “But it’s an energy drink. I think.”

“You think?” Asahina frowned, taking a deep sniff. “Ugh. Smells rotten.”

“Good things taste bad?” Ashido held it out. “Want to try?”

When no one offered to be the guinea pig, Midoriya reluctantly took the flask. “We have a medic, right?”

“Probably.” Asui tapped her chin, running through their class. “Though Ashido might also have to make your medicine.”

“Oh.” Midoriya stared at the flask, looking greener than her frog. “Maybe I should pass, then.”

“It’s not poison!” Ashido crossed her arms, glaring at him angrily.

“It’s not?” Midoriya sniffed the glass once more, his expression twisting with revulsion before he finally took a sip. Within two seconds, he spit it out, coughing hard. “So…vile…”

“Huh.” She stared at the glass, rubbing the back of head sheepishly. “Well, it probably isn’t poison.”

Asui chuckled and after a moment, they all joined in, the tension broken if only for the moment.

-x-

The hallways all looked strange, like some exhibit in a modern art museum. The windows were all bolted, most rooms were locked, and the garish colours painted on the wall reminded Asui of a poison dart frog. Keep away, they warned. Danger.

Despite nature’s warnings, she couldn’t run from this. There was no where to go. As she passed door after door, the light flickered on in the room to her right. The AV room. She turned her head, watching as the door slowly opened.

“Hello?” Asui croaked, taking a step forward. She poked her head inside, wary, but no one was inside. The only thing there was a projector and a cassette on one of the tables. Slowly, she approached the cassette. On the white label, Asui was scribbled in black marker, a small heart after her name.

A trap. She didn’t have to hear Monokuma’s voice to know what it was. This must have been how they got Iida. It was a trap. She remembered the frog, its mortality reflected in its eyes as it stared at the snake.

Her hand reached out for the cassette.

-x-

There was a secret to frogs: they were maybe the most poisonous animals on earth. Even more than spiders. Even more than snakes.

A golden dart frog could kill a hundred people while being as small as a finger. Asui opened her bedside drawer, staring at the small group of frogs inside. There were no proper terrariums here and she had carefully set inside a long plate filled with water and small morsels of food. Amongst the dark green and grey frogs were several small colourful ones: a red one, an orange one, and a gold one.

With a gloved finger, she gently swiped its glands. “Just a little,” she whispered. “I need just a little.”

-x-

He was not a killer.

Asui hadn’t realized how quickly those words would come to haunt her. Had Iida felt like this, sitting in the cafeteria with everyone, trying to pick which classmate would be the easiest target? Even her walk to and from her room felt like the laying of a trap, her eyes darting around as she tried to pick up information on who liked to be alone and when was the easiest time to escape notice.

Midoriya would often read alone in hallways and rooms, his nose in a book as he tried to find a way out. Kaminari was always cowering around someone, unable to adjust to this new environment. Kirigiri was always walking somewhere alone. Fukawa never left her room. Asahina took a swim every morning at six am.

He is not a killer, she had said and now here she was, weighing her classmates’ lives, playing god as she decided who would live and who would die.

-x-

“You’re up early.” Asahina looked up in surprise as Asui stepped onto the pool deck. She rubbed her body with a towel, cleaning up most stray droplets of water.

“Thought I’d swim a bit.” Asui smiled, her heart sinking with each step she took.

“Really?” Asahina’s expression brightened before dropping into a pout. “You should have told me! We could have swum together.”

“Awww…I was hoping you could give me some pointers.” Asui sighed as she held out a lightly glazed donut. “And I even got you a treat.”

Asahina dropped the towel, clenching her fist. “You will become an excellent swimmer.”

Averting her eyes, Asui stared at the wall as Asahina gleefully took the donut. It would have been easier if the swimmer hadn’t been so happy or if they hadn’t become friends before this.

It would have been better if they had never come to this damn school in the first place. There was a soft chomping sound as Asahina bit into the donut and Asui closed her eyes. If there was one good thing, it was that Asahina would be dead before she felt any pain.

-x-

“Upupupupu!” Monokuma popped into Asui’s room the second she closed the door, a paw covering his mouth as he smiled. It was a sound she would never forget, a sound she would carry to her death bed.

Which, depending on how this trial went, could be in a few hours or even days.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” The bear laughed, rubbing his paws together gleefully. “And what a clever trap you set up! Putting the poison in the chemist’s room! I wonder if they’ll all blame Ashido?”

Asui didn’t say anything. For all his words, all she could hear was the soft hiss of the snake, its tongue flickering as it stared at her unblinking. Too late, she realized that it didn’t make a difference if she got away with it or if she didn’t.

Whether it was today or ten years from now, the snake would strike and Monokuma would get her.

#bnha #danganronpa #izuku midoriya #tsuyu asui #asahina aoi #mina ashido #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfic

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dkronpa · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4: The Sky is Just a Skip Away ~Daily Life Part 1~

//Not much to say other than I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Got this one planned out pretty well methinks.

-Chapter 4, Daily Life, A game of trust-

~Ding dong, bing bong~

“Gooood morning everyone! It is now 7am! Rise and shine, it’s gonna be another beautiful day!” Monokuma’s announcement played. I was ready this time though. More like I could barely get any sleep with Yokozawa-san’s outburst still playing in my mind.

Today was a new day though. I was in the shower as soon as morning started. My clothes for the day were already laid out. I was gonna make sure this was a new turning point for the group. A real do-over.

No matter what happened yesterday.

-Chapter 4, Daily Life, Talents-

Things were going as well as you’d expect. I walked into the dining hall to find Amaterasu-san and Okanaya-kun having a stand-off. “I fucking knew you would use your talent against us eventually! Now gimme back what’s rightfully mine!”

“You’re delusional if you think I’m gonna give you anything.” Amaterasu-san looked unusually serious, a terrifying aura surrounding her body. Kirishima-san ran up to me, looking exhausted.

“Nagata-kun…! Please help us out, they’ve been staring each other down for the past five minutes! I’m worried they’ll hurt each other…!” She clung to my sleeve and pleaded. Honestly looking at how fired up the two seemed, I didn’t want to get involved at all. What the hell happened here?!

“A-Amaterasu-san, maybe you should just-“

“Sorry Doi-chan but I can’t give up that easily. It’s a matter of pride.”

“Pride…?” He said matter-of-factly.

“I suppose it was just a matter of time before you and I exchanged blows…I’m gonna settle this quickly!” Okanaya-kun cracked his knuckles. Amaterasu-san took a defensive stance, preparing for whatever attack Okanaya-kun was about to throw at her.

“Both of you cease this at once!” Asano-san’s voice rang throughout the cafeteria. Both of them snapped their heads to Asano-san who was glaring at the two, her cheeks puffed out in annoyance. “What childish behaviour! All of this over a bacon sandwich!”

What.

“It was the last of the bacon this morning cause Amaterasu already monopolised the rest of it!” Okanaya-kun argued.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Saying this, Amaterasu-san nonchalantly took a bite of a bacon sandwich.

“No! My breakfast!”

“Really, are you two not too loud for this early in the morning…?” Sly-san rubbed his temples. Slightly surprised he hadn’t stepped in to solve this.

“Gross. You cooked this way too much.” Amaterasu-san offered a crestfallen Okanaya-kun the rest of the sandwich.

“I don’t want the rest of it! You’ve already bitten into it!” He complained before slumping into his seat, poking at the rest of the food on his plate.

“Okanaya-kun’s…kind of like a little kid sometimes, isn’t he…?”

“He can still be scary…” Kirishima-san sighed.

“Alright, if you won’t eat then I’ll feed it to Doi-chan.”

“Wh-why me?!” Kurohiko-san’s face flushed.

“You don’t want a hot girl to feed you? I guess you’re less of a useless man than I thought. Congrats.” Amaterasu-san gave a thumbs up.

“Why are you congratulating me for the bare minimum…?” Kurohiko-san questioned.

“Kurohiko-kun, it is very ungrateful to turn down Amaterasu-san’s offer! You should eat the sandwich!” Asano-san said.

“Wh-what?! You too?!”

“You three are so strange…” Yokozawa-san murmured.

“Sorry that you don’t have friends.” Amaterasu-san said, forcing the sandwich onto Kurohiko-san’s plate despite his protests.

“Wh-who doesn’t have friends?! I have friends!”

“Speaking of which…Graves isn’t here. Any word on that?” Okanaya-kun asked. Yokozawa-san stopped for a moment before averting his gaze from the group. Last night…there’s no way that what she said isn’t still on everybody’s minds.

“No. I haven’t seen her today. I’m not her damn sidekick, so why should I be keeping tabs on her? If you wanna know where she is why don’t you track her down yourself instead of relying on someone like me.”

“Eh!?” Okanaya-kun leans over the table, “who the hell d’you think you are talking shit to me?!”

“What? I didn’t say anything wrong. No reason you should be getting offended.” Yokozawa-san said in a more timid tone. Okanaya-kun let out a growl before sitting down once again and continuing to eat what was left of his meal.

“Never a dull day, I guess…” I said half-jokingly.

“Bonjour mein amigos!” Kurosaki-san barged into the cafeteria.

“None of those words were from the same language.” Asano-san pointed out.

“I have some very interesting news to deliver. I went to investigate ahead of everyone else about the new building that’s opened up to us, and you won’t believe it! It’s a treasure for those with Ultimate talents! Let’s hurry up and explore together!”

“Can’t you see we’re eating? Go away.”

“Herr Knives, don’t be crueeel! I thought we really bonded this time around!”

“Do you wanna die?!” Sly-san snapped.

“They’re like an old married couple.” Amaterasu-san commented.

“Huh?! Who is?!” Sly-san glared.

We all stood outside of the fourth building painting in a multitude of colours, none of which went well with each other. It was like it was painted with melted candy, a sickeningly sweet sight. “Kurosaki, you said you already got a head start. What kind of building is this, some kind of artsy building?”

“Non! This is a talent development building!” Kurosaki-san announced, throwing his arms into the air to present the building.

“The hell does that mean?” Okanaya-kun said.

“Monokuma told me earlier to pass on the message. Basically, this building was constructed for us all to develop our individual talents. Each floor has 4 talent labs, one for each student in our class. It’s fantastic! Tres bien!” Kurosaki-san cheered as he half-skipped into the building ahead of the rest of us.

“He seems quite happy to scamper off by himself. I suppose this time we should just investigate alone? Everyone will wanna see what their talent labs are like, I’m guessing.” Kurohiko-san suggested.

“I have no objections.” Asano-san supported. “I do wonder might have been prepared for me.”

…I’m the Ultimate Lucky Student. Is it even possible to create a lab like that?

-Talent Lab Floor 1 (Ultimate Thief)-

I walked into a room; the door painted with a large shining diamond. The room was decorated wall to wall with maps of famous museums, prepared with different tools I was unfamiliar with, but Amaterasu-san seemed rather enthralled with. So, this is the standard we’re looking at for Talent labs?

“This is pretty incredible, don’t you think? I haven’t seen tools this high quality before. If I used stuff like this, I could stop even the most high tech security systems in under 10 minutes.” Amaterasu-san’s words definitely should’ve had more energy behind them. Even though she was staring intently at them, her face still refused to display any hint of emotion.

“It’s certainly interesting. You think you’ll use these tools when we get out of here?”

“Possibly. I don’t usually need tools, but if it’s a seriously tough job then maybe I’ll use this stuff. Of course, carrying all the stuff I want will be difficult.” She said trying to cram as many tools as she could into her pockets and arms.

“M-maybe wait until we’ve actually found a way out before trying to take all this stuff…?”

“Ah. Yeah. Good shout.” She nods, starting to put stuff back. Amaterasu-san has stayed in the background a lot during this whole game, she’s clearly smart but she doesn’t show off. Not to mention she doesn’t have a big personality. I wonder if she keeps to herself because of her talent. Or is it another reason…?

-Talent Lab Floor 1 (Ultimate Taxidermist)-

I went through the door with a goat’s head painted on the front. I could already tell I was going to be entering Kirishima-san’s room. What I couldn’t have prepared for what the horror show that would follow.

The back wall was decorated with various animals that were stuffed and sewn then mounted onto the wall as ornaments. A large table in the centre of the room fit with sewing needles, thread and various other tools for taxidermy. Kirishima-san was in the corner look inside a closet.

“Wh-what’s in there…?” I managed to get out as I approached her.

“It seems that a load of unstuffed animals have been prepared for me. Even some unsewn. Guess this really is constructed to improve our talents.” Kirishima-san noted. I-it’s full of animals?!

“D-doesn’t it smell really bad in there?! Wouldn’t you rather keep that closed?!” I argued as she continued to shuffle around the closet, I kept my distance.

“It looks like they’ve already been treated properly. Which makes sense, this is the 4th building that we’ve gotten to explore so it naturally means these have been here a while. Monokuma must have treated the animals in advance for when I’d get here.” Kirishima-san murmured.

“I…I see.”

Kirishima-san’s movements slowed down before she took a deep breath, “I know this stuff grosses you out, Nagata-kun, but…” She turns to me, “…this…this sort of stuff is fun for me! It means a lot. It’s something I learned by someone I love so…I might spend some time in here when I want to calm down. I hope you don’t think that’s gross…” She paused, “N-no…e-even if you think it’s gross, I’ll still do it…I don’t want to be ashamed of my talent anymore, so…! There!”

“K-Kirishima-san…” I wasn’t entirely sure what to say in response. She really had changed from when I met ‘Ram’. Kirishima-san is a lot more vocal and assertive. Even if she’s still timid, she’s sticking up for herself and her talent. It’s such a contrast. “Well, how can I think it’s gross when you’ve got so much passion for it? Spend your time here when you need to, I won’t judge you for practicing your talent.”

“Ah…r-right! I will then!” Her smile was almost blinding. She’s come so far, she’s managed to gain a smile despite all that’s happened, rather than lose one.

-Talent Labs Floor 1 (Ultimate Living Doll)-

I entered the room with the pink door. I found a large plastic box in the back of the room, large enough for a human person to stand in. There was a table in the corner set up for a tea party and an old gramophone in another corner. A desk with many textbooks and various other things that didn’t seem to match up.

“Ah, Nagata-kun…” I looked over to see Asano-san standing in front of the box. A solemn expression on her face, “it seems this lab was developed for me. This box resembles the one my parents would make me stand in during my display days.”

“I…I see…” Right…all this time I forgot, Asano-san’s talent and what she went through to get it. The items around the room make more sense now though, her parents forced her to learn literature, music, and etiquette. “I mean, this doesn’t seem so bad. You have a nice library of books as well as somewhere to relax and play music-“

“Please do not try to make me feel better.” Asano-san said, hugging herself, “it’s such a depressing sight now that I think about it. How much of my youth was spent inside that box, I wonder…? Now Monokuma would choose to put the box here as well…?”

“A-Asano-san…”

“I…I am more than a box, Nagata-kun. I wish to prove that to the world. That the Ultimate Living Doll is more than just forced surgeries! I am capable, I tell you!” I could hear the fear in her voice. Was she this terrified of her own talent now?

“…of course, you are. You’ve always been more than your looks. I mean, you’ve always been helpful in class trials and you’re kind of like the voice of reason in the group. Even Okanaya-kun will listen to you.” I said.

“Y…yes, I suppose.”

“Plus, you don’t wait for permission for anything anymore. You’ve been making more and more of your own decisions. That’s proof enough that you’re more than your looks.”

“P-please, you are giving me too much credit.” She waved her hand to dismiss my comment, “I fear I still have a long way to go…so, please wait until I am able to be fully reliable.”

“Of course. That’s what friends are for.”

“Friends…yes.” She smiled fondly. I wonder is Asano-san has ever had friends before? Or listened to her own thoughts…this killing game, ironically enough, it’s made her much stronger.

“Ah, that reminds me. I tried going into the talent lab next to mine, however it was locked.”

“Locked?” I repeated.

“Indeed. Monokuma then appeared. He told me that the lab was prepared for the late Kibe-san. However, since she died before the building was opened, he saw no reason to keep it unlocked.” Asano-san explained.

“So…only the labs of those alive are unlocked.” I surmised. Asano-san firmly nodded. “It’s a shame. I would’ve liked to have seen the other talent labs. Maybe there could have been hints to our situation in them.”

“You think Monokuma would do such a thing?”

My mind went to the photo I found in the library during my investigation of the history building. There was definitely something strange, but I needed more information. “I think anything’s possible in this killing game…”

Asano-san nodded in agreement.

-Talent Labs Floor 2 (Ultimate Tour Guide)-

“HEEEEEEEEEEEELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” I stumbled as I walked into the room with a map of Tokyo painted onto it. Okanaya-kun was running around the room gazing, almost lovingly, at all these maps.

“O-Okanaya-kun…?!”

“Ah, Nagata, check it out! Look at the quality of these maps! They’re so fuckin’ detailed! They have ones for bus routes, landmarks, trainlines, it’s just so much info! This is great for expanding my knowledge and shit!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more excited.”

“How I not be?! And all these books about history of towns and landmarks are ones I’ve never read before! There might even be more info that I’ve never learned!” His eyes were lit up like stars as he spoke.

“I’m glad you’re happy. Feel like you deserve it after everything we’ve had to deal with thus far.”

“Yeah, I’m sure a lot of people’ll be happy with their talent labs. Finally, we’re all getting to do what we love after being forced into such a shitty situation, it’s no wonder I’m happy. Oi, Nagata! When we get outta here I wanna give you a tour sometime so stop the tour company I work for!”

“Sure, sounds like a good deal.” I nodded. Okanaya-kun started off abrasive and unapproachable, almost terrifying like a monster, but getting to know him…he’s got a lot of love in him for his friends. Sure, he’s hot-headed, but he’s not a malicious person. I…I want to escape with Okanaya-kun.

-Talent Labs Floor 2 (Ultimate Explorer)-

I was about to head into an unpainted door when Kurosaki-san suddenly exited. I bumped into him as he swiftly locked the door to his lab before he looked back and smiled at me. “Ah~ no peeking!” He said.

“Peeking?”

“Sorry, sorry. The stuff in my lab is rather delicate. Many artefacts and such. I don’t want to risk anything getting damaged, so I’d prefer to keep my research lab off-limits for everyone. You understand, right?”

“Not really. I’m sure everyone would be careful, but…if you’re that concerned about it…”

“Indeed, I am.” He confirmed. Kurosaki-san would never lie to me, right…? He’s hidden things, sure, but I don’t think he’s ever outright lied to me. But for some reason, this situation…why do I feel so uneasy about this lab?

Kurosaki-san, just what are you…?

-Talent Labs Floor 3 (Ultimate Blogger)-

The door this time had Wi-Fi bars painted on it which made it easy to guess I’d be walking into Yokozawa-san’s talent lab. There was a large multi-monitor computer setup in the room along with a shelf of various drinks and snacks and a refrigerator.

“So this is what was prepared for the Ultimate Blogger…” I wonder, this computer’s here then maybe-

“Don’t bother trying to search anything.” Yokozawa-san said.

“Gwah!” I jumped back. Somehow Yokozawa-san had managed to sneak up on me again just like in the storage room yesterday. Come to think of it, I almost missed him on day 1 and Watanabe-san said she didn’t see him when she and the group woke up before splitting off. “Y-Yokozawa-san…you surprised me.”

“I get that a lot.” He said.

“…right.” I forced myself to say something, so we weren’t left in awkward silence, “…ah, you mentioned about searching?”

“No Wi-Fi.” Was the answer I got. “Well…there’s Wi-Fi, but it’s password protected, and I couldn’t find the password anywhere. So, I can’t connect to the Wi-Fi. The only thing I can really do on that computer setup is write documents and play minesweeper.”

“Is that so? That’s a shame, I was hoping we might’ve found a way to alert the outside world.”

“Same here. Imagine my disappointment. The one time my talent might’ve been useful, and I can’t do anything. I’ll try a few passwords out and see if anything sticks, but I can’t promise anything. Password could literally be anything.” He shoved one hand in his pocket and fiddled with his hood with his other hand.

“Well…if anyone can figure it’ll be you, right?”

“I guess.” He shrugged.

“Yokozawa-san?”

“I just wanna be useful, is all. This might be my only chance, so I don’t want to fuck this up. Leave it to me and I’ll figure it out, but…I can’t promise anything.” Yokozawa-san walked away and sat at the computer.

Junpei Yokozawa…a massive online presence, ironically has no presence in real life to the point he’s almost invisible. But if it weren’t for him, we might have not solved Shinko-san’s murder. He’s intelligent but clearly wary of everyone and refuses to allow himself to get close to people. Graves-san seems to have taken a shine to him but it doesn’t seem like the feeling is mutual…but if anyone could help us find information on our situation, it’ll be him…

-Talent Labs Floor 3 (Ultimate Romance Expert)-

“It’s…not too flashy, is it?” Kurohiko-san commented as he looked around the purple walled room with the red carpet. “A little gaudy, if I’m honest. And this divider in the middle…is it supposed to be for blind dates? How will that help me develop my talent?”

“I’m not too sure.” I admitted. Romance is a difficult talent, I think.

“Ah.” He opened up a drawer filled with sheets of paper, “this is more like it! Dating profiles! Now these would help develop my talent! Maybe I should get everybody to fill these out, it could be fun. What do you think?”

“Should we really be thinking about our love lives when we’re in this situation?”

“Of course we should! Lord knows we need a little positivity in here and love is about the most positive force in the world!” He flashed a ‘pretty boy’ smile that I hadn’t ever previously seen before. I think it’s easy to forget how much of a people person Kurohiko-san actually is despite all his…clumsiness.

“I guess I understand that perspective, but I doubt many others would see it that way.”

“Probably not, but…at this point anything’s possible, don’t you think? Love can bloom in the strangest of places!”

I tilted my head a little, “I suppose?”

Kurohiko-san stared at me, “Ah, geez…you’re really dense then, aren’t you? Nothing I can do about that until you realise it yourself though. I’ll support you when you figure it out.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a thumbs up.

I…honestly still don’t get Kurohiko-san. When I first met him, he was a complete disaster but now he rambles much less and seems to have a better hold over his thoughts and feelings. Is he reliable? I’m still not entirely sure, plus I still have trouble figuring out what he’s talking about half the time. What am I supposed to be realising?

-Talent Labs Floor 3 (Ultimate Assassin)-

I entered the room painted to look like door is dripping down from top of the doorframe to find a wall covered in different types of knives, swords, and guns. Horrifying, to say the least, when you’re in a killing game.

“Don’t worry, I took out all of the ammo.” Sly-san assured me.

“O-oh, good.” Can he read me that easily?

“You always barge into other people’s rooms unannounced?” He questioned.

“H-huh? Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“It was a joke. Hah.”

“O…oh…” There was a phrase of awkward silence.

“Why do you always stand like that?” Sly-san asked as he examined one of the firearms on the wall. “Y’know…like you’re apologising for existing? I thought you just needed time to warm up to everyone, but you do it even when you don’t realise I’m around.”

“I do that…? Wait, what do you mean when I ‘don’t realise you’re around’?”

“Constantly, and yet as soon as we step into a class trial, all of that nervousness disappears. Weird.” He put the gun back onto the wall and turns to look at me, slight suspicion in his eyes, “tell me something, Nagata. How does someone so timid become the lead in such dire circumstances?”

“Are you suspicious of me?”

“The fact you didn’t answer my question makes you look even more suspicious.” His hand reached into his hoodie.

“S-seriously, what’s up with you?! I don’t know why! I don’t even realise I’m doing that, okay?”

Sly-san stared at me, his hand lowered from his hoodie. “I suppose that could be true. Out of everyone here, you’re the second-least likely mastermind. Only beaten by Kirishima who I put as 10th- bottom of the list.”

“You have theories on who the mastermind is?”

“Obviously. Everybody should. Top of the list is Kurosaki, obviously. It’s way too suspicious for him to just know everything there is to know about this killing game and the crimes committed during it. It’s hard to not be suspicious of him.”

“I suppose…” I murmured. Kurosaki-san was definitely suspicious, but being the mastermind…? I don’t know, ”Wait, you said 10th for Kirishima? You include yourself on that list?”

“It’s possible I’m an unaware culprit. We don’t even remember how we all got here, who knows what else we might be unaware of.”

“I didn’t think of that? You really think the mastermind would do something like that…? Plus, the mastermind being one of us…? Wouldn’t that be risky for the mastermind? What’s the goal in taking part in the game?”

“Exactly that: taking suspicion away. Understand? No sane person would willing take part in a killing game they set up, therefore, we have to consider they’re not a sane person. Don’t know about you, but that just makes Kurosaki even more suspicious.”

Sly-san’s so calculating and level-headed. I’m still scared of him, admittedly, but he’s definitely one of the most reliable people here. However, we still don’t know anything about Sly-san. Someone so quiet about himself but also so intimidating…what am I supposed to think? Or act? He even considered me for being the mastermind. He considered himself as being the mastermind…

-Talent Labs Floor 4 (Ultimate Lucky Student)-

I walked into a room with a lucky cat painted on the front. Before I even stepped in, I was sure this was going to be my talent lab, and upon entering my suspicions were…not entirely cleared up. I found a small garden in the centre of the room filled with clovers. The wall was lined with items that were typically thought to increase luck. Horseshoes, a rabbit’s foot, pennies.

Was this really supposed to help me develop my talent? Then again, how else would you develop Ultimate luck?

“Whooooa! This shit’s awesome!” I jumped when Okanaya-kun’s voice suddenly came from the doorway behind me, “Nagata, you’re research lab is really cool!”

“C-cool? I don’t see how.”

“Well, your luck is supposed to affect people around you, right? So…it looks like this stuff is supposed to be used to see if lucky items can make you a better lucky charm. Ain’t it cool if you look at like that? You could be even better for us!”

“Ah! You’re right, that does make sense! Maybe if I start carrying around more stuff like this in my pockets, everyone will be blessed with some better fortune. In this situation, we’ll need as much luck as possible…hmm, looking at this stuff, only a rabbit’s foot is lucky to carry around on my person, huh?”

“Well, maybe we can do something about that!” Okanaya-kun walked over to the clovers and began gently sifting through them, what’s he up to? He suddenly stood up straight with a bright smile spread across his face, “Bingo!” His hands started to move methodically crafting something delicately at his fingertips.

“What are you…?”

“Here! Hold your hand out!” He extended one hand to me. I hesitated for a moment before giving him my hand. His other hand came from behind him and slipped something onto my index finger. A four-leaf clover ring tied together with stems. “There! You could make a bunch of these and it makes you, like, infinitely luckier!”

“O…Okanaya-kun, thank you.” I stared at the ring not entirely sure how I was supposed to respond to the gesture. “A…although…isn’t it only the person that finds the four-leaf clover that the luck works on?”

“Ah?! Really?!” Okanaya-kun tapped out a rhythm with his foot and hummed along with the beat, “then…you better stick close! If that clover’ll only work on me, then you’ll just have to be my lucky charm!”

“St-stick close, huh…?” Geez, he says such embarrassing things so easily, ”Then, if you’ll put up with me…”

“Hah! Good to have you around!”

-Talent Labs Floor 4 (Ultimate Secret Agent)-

I walked into the final unlocked lab. By process of elimination, this has to belong to Graves-san…I wonder what I’ll find in here? I go to open the door but the handle just rattles. Huh? Is it locked? I thought Monokuma opened the labs of everybody who was still alive…right?

“Yikes, my dude! I go to the bathroom and find you trying to break into my talent lab!” Graves-san laughed heartily at me as she approached her talent door. She placed her hand on the wall next to her lab, a beep played which revealed a security pad. She typed in a number I couldn’t see at the current angle and the door clicked to signify it had unlocked. Graves-san turned to me, “wanna see?”

“U-um…if you don’t mind.”

“Sure! Let’s go!” She was back to her cheery self. Even so, after last night after the trial…I followed her into the talent lab, however…

“Huh? There’s nothing in here!” I exclaimed when I was greeted with a bare white-tiled room.

“Oh, right! Everything’s here, it’s just hidden behind passcodes and ocular scanners and stuff like that. Pretty much only I’m able to access the stuff in this lab, pretty suitable for the Ultimate Secret Agent, right?! I’m uber excited to see if there are any secrets to discover about my lab!” Her eyes sparkled.

“I see…well, if any labs were gonna hold secrets it would be either yours or Kurosaki-san’s.”

“Riiiiight~ Yuuki is definitely hiding something from all of us! I’m gonna try and figure it out very quickly! I wonder if anyone knows anything about it? Maybe Sly does?”

“I suppose they hang around together a lot, though…I don’t even think Sly-san like Kurosaki-san…”

“Business relationship, duh.” Graves-san shrugged. “Once I expose him, everything will be revealed…I’m sure of it. Everything will finally make sense.” She spoke with a kind of determination I hadn’t heard from her before.

Graves-san…I’m so uncertain of her. I don’t know how she feels about me, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about her. She’s been explicit with how she feels fine about killing to escape to the point that I worry for everyone’s safety, and yet…she seems focused on uncovering the secrets of the killing game at the same time.

What is you aim? Who are you really, Graves-san?

-Chapter 4 Daily Life, Reporting-

All of us, bar Graves-san reassembled back in the dining hall to discuss what we had all found. The nine of us sat around the large centre table looking at each other with rather blank expressions, “I mean…if there even much to talk about this time around…? We all got to explore our individual talent research labs. That’s all the building had to offer, right?” Kurohiko-san said.

“Kurohiko-kun is correct. I failed to find anything of value there.” Asano-san agreed.

“Not to mention all the labs of those who passed away are locked up. We can’t explore then even if we wanted to.” Yokozawa-san said.

“Monokuma confirmed as much. I tried to pick the locks but Monokuma said he made them unpickable, even by me.” Amaterasu-san added.

“Well, if we explored all the research labs then I guess there’s nothing to be done!” Kurosaki-san shrugged.

“Not all of them. Kurosaki…you didn’t let anybody into your research lab. What’s in there?” Sly-san asked.

“Nothing interesting, but it’s stuff for the Ultimate Explorer so it’s a little dangerous. I’m keeping it locked so that nobody gets hurt or anything.”

“Locked? Your room locked…?” Sly-san cocked an eyebrow, “my lab doesn’t lock.”

“Oh? How odd. My lab came with a lock.” Kurosaki-san murmured.

“So did Graves-san…well, not so much a lock as it was a security system. Something about it being part of her talent getting developed.” I said.

“Eh?! You ran into Graves?!” Okanaya-kun exclaimed, “sh-she didn’t do anything, right?! You’d tell us if she hurt you, yeah?!”

“Okanaya-kun, Nagata-kun’s clearly okay. Let’s not doubt Graves-san so much…” Kirishima-san said.

“Don’t doubt her?! Did you forget how she was actin’ after the class trial? How she’s been acting since the class trial before that?!”

“O-Okanaya-san, you shouldn’t yell like that at girls…” Kurohiko-san tried to reason. “I’m in agreement. Graves-san is probably just as scared as the rest of us, she’s just not handling it in the same manner.”

“She seemed chipper when I saw her.” I said.

“Probably because she realises how terrible you’d be if you tried to murder someone.” Amaterasu-san said.

“A-ah…probably.” I admitted. Yeah, Graves-san knows who a threat to her safety could be. This whole thing might be her becoming overly cautious. Although it’s hard to totally determine what it could be with her…

“Well…if there’s nothing else to discuss, then I suppose we’re done for the day, huh? This was the shortest meeting we’ve ever had.” Sly-san said.

“Yep. Well, later.” Amaterasu-san gave a half-ass wave before promptly exiting the room.

“S’up with her?” Okanaya-kun asked.

“Not sure. She’s been kinda weird the past few days. I’ve asked her about it, but she just keeps saying she’s been wanting to spend time by herself. Obviously, it’s something more than that.” Kurohiko-san said.

“Weird for Amaterasu to be so secretive…” Okanaya-kun frowned.

“No, I disagree. Although myself and Kurohiko-kun are fairly close with Amaterasu-san, we don’t know anything about her past her name and talent.” Asano-san said.

“She’s flew under the radar. Though that’s probably how someone like her prefers it, being the Ultimate Thief.” Kurosaki-san smirked.

“You’re probably right. I just kinda wish she’d open up even a little…” Kurohiko-san shrugged.

-Chapter 4 Daily Life, No Air-

The next morning, we had all been called into the gym for Monokuma’s next motive announcement. When we all arrived Monokuma was standing in the middle of the room, idly playing miniature golf, wearing a visor and carefully aiming. He hit the golf ball with far too much force sending it across the room, imbedding itself into the wall.

“WAAAAAH!!” Kurohiko-san cried out, clutching to Asano-san’s arm, “t-talk about unnecessary force!”

“Yeah, I’d say that’s a hole-in-one.” Monokuma shrugged, throwing away the visor and golf club. “Anyway, how’re we all doing? Feeling kill-y or what?”

“Do you actually want an answer?” Yokozawa-san clicked his tongue at Monokuma.

“…who are you again?”

“Bastard…” Yokozawa-san spat back.

“Careful now! It would be bad if you used up all the air in here!” Monokuma giggled.

“What?” Yokozawa-san raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose I had to give you a heads up on this motive otherwise you might all end up dead before you even realise what’s going on. Alrighty, better start learning to conserve your oxygen cause this motive is oxygen deprivation!”

“Oxygen…deprivation?” Kirishima-san repeated.

“Yeppers! Every day I’m gonna decrease the oxygen level in this killing game area by 1%, so yesterday the oxygen level was the usual level at around 21% and today its been lowered to 20%!” Monokuma explained.

“What the hell?! Ain’t that the sky above us outside?! How you supposed to decrease the oxygen levels?” Okanaya-kun questioned.

“Huh? Oh, I guess I never mentioned it until now but there’s actually a layer of glass covering the top of this place. So, actually, you’re totally trapped inside here! Up until now there have been air regulators on the sides of the buildings which have been keeping the air breathable, but from now on I’ll be decreasing the levels. The only way to stop it is…you guessed it! Kill someone!” Monokuma cackled as he disappeared behind the podium.

“Shit…” Kurosaki-san cursed under his breath, “he’s become so desperate to basically give us a time limit like this…? Sadistic bastard.”

“He’s…gonna suffocate us…?” Kirishima-san trembled.

“Worse than that…” Sly-san shook his head. “Gradually decreasing the oxygen levels won’t let you die so nicely like that. It’s much slower, dangerous.”

“At 20% it’s fine, really. Places like Salt Lake City have an oxygen concentration of 17.9%. Getting lower is when it becomes a problem. I know a decent amount about this cause I’ve climbed the odd mountain or two during my explorations. At around 15%, you can experience a bunch of different symptoms, usually nausea and dizziness. Possibly confusion if you develop High Altitude Cerebral Edema, or HACE. Further drops in oxygen levels can cause cyanosis or respiratory distress which can lead to fainting and such.” Kurosaki-san explained.

“Wh-what the fuck…so that shit’s gonna happen to us?!” Okanaya-kun paled.

“That’s not all to worry about…” Graves-san continued, “we clearly don’t have the resources to treat any symptoms should they start to develop. So, trying to do a class trial when we’re all super loopy…? No chance we’d pass.”

“So, waiting until the oxygen levels are low is a viable option for someone if they wanna get out.” Amaterasu-san said.

“Amaterasu-san…!” Kurohiko-san turned to her.

“It is.” Amaterasu-san shrugged, “although probably means they couldn’t kill anyone efficiently at that point.”

“She’s got a point. Really, if a murder doesn’t occur before we hit 16% then one won’t happen at all, if I had to guess.” Asano-san theorised. “This is…a test of time. Either all of us die or one of us kills.”

“Would Monokuma really do that though?! To just…end the killing game in a way like that?!” Yokozawa-san questioned.

“Our lives are just playthings to him. Doesn’t matter how we die.” Graves-san answered.

“Nagata, you good?” Okanaya-kun placed a hand on my shoulder. I had been hearing what everyone was saying, but I was having trouble reacting. It’s really came down to this? Monokuma’s just gonna put a time limit on our lives and see if that kills us? No way, that can’t happen…right? I don’t wanna die like that…

“S-sorry, it’s just…a freaky thing to think about…” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck. “What the hell are we supposed to do about something like this? Is there even a way out…?”

“N-Nagata-kun?”

“Ah! S-sorry, Kirishima-san. I didn’t mean to sound pessimistic, it’s just…”

“I understand…b-but I’m sure there’s a solution! We just have to find it! We still have a few days before any effects settle in, right? Then let’s use our time wisely and try to escape before then!” Kirishima-san seemed pumped up.

“Good luck with that.” Amaterasu-san nodded before heading to the door.

“W-wait, Amaterasu-san, where are you going?!” Kurohiko-san called out.

Amaterasu-san turned back and stared at Kurohiko-san. Suddenly she struck a dramatic pose and simply said, “it’s a secret” before promptly leaving like yesterday.

“Seriously, what is up with her? It’s getting annoying…” Yokozawa-san complained, though looking rather thoughtful, “ah…I gotta try and occupy myself while I think stuff over. I’m gonna go to my research lab if anyone needs me.” He pulled his hood over his head and left the room.

“Yokozawa-kun…Amaterasu-san…we need to work…together…” Kirishima-san twiddled her thumbs as she tried to keep her enthusiasm.

“Then the rest of us’ll work on finding an escape route. Nothing much else we can hope to do. Plus, with our numbers we can pair off and search like that.” Sly-san suggested.

“Nah, no point in that. If we pair up, we’ll end up covering less ground. It’s better for us to split up.” Okanaya-kun said.

“I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I’m in agreement with Herr Okanaya. It’ll better our chances of finding an exit if we all investigate separately.” Kurosaki-san seconded. Sly-san stared at Kurosaki-san with a confused expression.

“…fine then. We’ll do that.” Sly-san conceded. “We can’t afford to waste the rest of the day, so let’s hurry up. Split up everyone, we’ve got an exit to uncover.”

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danganronpa oc #5 | jacqueline kim-taylor

Name: Jacqueline Kim-Taylor (재클린 김 테일러, ジャクリーンギムテイラー)

Alias(es): Princess Yaqueline Camila Isabella Bourbon-Perez of Mexico; Kim Jaehwa (김재화); Jacqueline Taylor; Camila, Princess of Spain (or Princess Camila), Viscountess of Bourbon-Perez; and Jacqueline, Baroness Devonshire

Nickname(s): Jackie, Cami, Jaytay, Jae, the little princess (or la princesita), Princess of Ice/Ice Princess, the performer princess, darling of Mexico, and the American princess

Gender: Female

Age: 16 years old (although, due to the memory wipe, she is two years older than she believes. In actuality, she is around 18-19 years old)

Birthday: November 22nd

Ethnicity: Korean, Mexican, Spanish, and British (with Cuban, Brazilian, and Greek ancestry)

Super High School Level/Ultimate: Ultimate Figure Skater, Super High School Level Figure Skater (超高校級の「フィギュアスケーター」, 초고교급 “피겨 스케이팅 선수”)

Hair Style: Jacqueline’s hair is incredibly long, reaching down to just below her calves. It is naturally curly and thick (think a 2c hair type), and Jacqueline usually leaves it down. She occasionally pulls her hair into a bun, and is known to use quite a lot of gel and hairspray to style it

Hair Color: Light/honey blonde (her natural hair color is dark brown, however)

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5’5” without heels, 5’9” with heels (165 cm w/o, 175 cm with)

Weight: 108 lbs (48 kg)

Other Notable Details: Jacqueline has a beauty mark underneath her left ear. She also has one on the side of her middle finger.

Accessories: Jacqueline has silver rose shaped earrings in her ears that have small sapphires in their centers, as well as a black choker around her neck. She also has black, lacy, wrist-length gloves on, as well.

Personality: Jacqueline is described to be very outspoken, encouraging, gentle, and rather friendly. As a child, she was known by the Mexican public as a smaller version of her father, being very charitable, helpful, cheerful, humorous, and outgoing. Jacqueline is still described as such, and is also known for being “one huge cheerleader.” She’s very encouraging and helpful, and tends to offer really great advice, but rarely tends to forget about herself and how she feels. She also has the tendency to get rather serious, dominating, and even somewhat intimidating from time to time. She’s also very headstrong, reflecting her role as a princess, and doesn’t hesitate to subtly (or directly) boss people around. Despite her rather soft voice and gentle, caring nature, Jacqueline tends to have a rather hot temper, and if angered, she’d normally resort to getting physical (either by slapping someone on the back of the head, harshly grabbing their hair, or pinching them harder than the average person). She isn’t like that with her family, however, and in front of cameras, she tends to play her explosive anger off as a joke. Despite her friendliness, she’s rather sassy, and she won’t hesitate to make snide comments behind people’s backs, or she might just say them outright in Korean or Spanish. Due to her past, Jacqueline has the tendency to get easily discouraged or unmotivated, and she tends to slip into depressive episodes from time to time. During times like those, she does in fact forget about herself, and usually forces herself to get back up prematurely and without taking care of herself and making sure she’s actually ready. Because of that, she tends to get rather burnt out from time to time, and it also triggers her irritability and easily stressed nature. While in those depressive episodes, she sleeps quite a lot, and tends to cry excessively and almost constantly vent. She also has quite large emotional outbursts that seemingly come out of nowhere. Those episodes don’t tend to last long, however, and you can sort of tell how bad things are for her depending on how long they are. According to her, if they’re longer than three days, then something is really up. Although, most of her depressive episodes simply occur for no reason. Additionally, Jacqueline hates being known as “the princess without an empire,” hates when she’s reminded of her exiled status, and hates when her talent in figure skating is glossed over. Losing her empire and what was considered her second home is a rather sensitive topic to her, and figure skating is the exact thing she turned to in order to cope, and it’s one of the few things that she’s proud of. Also, Jacqueline claims that she can hear the “voices of the dead,” more specifically the voice of her late cousin, and she usually turns to her for advice. That claim is proven to be somewhat true, as whenever decisions need to be made within the game, Jacqueline usually aids the others with the help of her cousin’s words, saying that something will happen if they do a specific thing. And, usually, those words turn out to be true. However, it should be noted that Jacqueline is incredibly good at decision making and is smart and observant on her own, as she is a princess, of course. Additionally, she’s incredibly dedicated to figure skating, and is known for being very passionate about it. Her routines are usually praised for how much energy, emotion, and passion she puts into them, and Jacqueline is known for being exceptional when it comes to conveying emotion in routines.

Likes: Chocolate, small animals, Spanish custard, churros, clotted cream, kimbap, jazz, salsa, and modern dance, baking, frozen yogurt, strawberry jam, Mexican hot chocolate, English afternoon tea, vintage music, attending balls, sewing, creating choreography, doing people’s hair, and skating with her older brother

Dislikes: Salty food, blueberries, tomatoes, insects (minus butterflies and ladybugs), thunderstorms, mangoes, waking up early, kimchi fried rice, and brushes getting stuck in her hair

Hobbies: Jazz, modern, salsa, and swing dancing, singing, picking fruit (especially strawberries), reading, playing the flute, playing with her pets, horseback riding, painting, gardening, baking, and watching movies (she especially likes teen drama and romance movies)

Habits: Jacqueline has the habit of playing with her hair, and she does that in various different ways, as well. She either runs her fingers through it, strokes it, twirls it around, braids it, puts strands in between her lips and her nose, or she even bites it. She also has the habit of tapping her nails against a surface (a wall, a table, etc.) when she’s concentrating, as her nails are rather long.

Phobias/Fears: Phonophobia (fear of loud noises)

Pet Peeves: Jacqueline hates it when people get too close to her (in a physical sense). It makes her uncomfortable, and it can also be painful if people put too much pressure on her body, as she is rather thin. She usually tells them to get away from her as politely as possible, but if they don’t get away in time, she’ll usually push the person away and say something along the lines of “Oh, get away from me!” She also said “Ugh, as if!” at one point (as a “Clueless” reference).

Status: Alive

Execution: Work in progress.

Motive: After the death of her cousin, Jacqueline was incredibly attached to her family, more specifically her siblings. They were the ones who encouraged her to continue figure skating, and offered a lot of emotional support and guidance when she was incredibly depressed. Being her siblings, she’s incredibly close to them overall, and she owes a lot to them. Seeing them in danger or possibly dead would scare her to no end, especially since she wouldn’t want to see the rest of her family depressed after already losing Amalia. Jacqueline would want to make sure they’re safe, and she doesn’t want to lose another person close to her, nor does she want her family to lose another loved one. At first, she would try not to think about it and would try to think that Monokuma is simply bluffing, but the more valuable time she loses, the more it would drive her crazy. She’d snap eventually, and would want to do anything to ensure her siblings’ safety.

Birthplace: Myeongdong, South Korea (although she occasionally lived in Chapultepec Castle in Mexico City, El Escorial Palace in San Lorenzo de El Escorial, Spain, and in her paternal family’s English country home of Wilmington Hall in Knightsbridge, England, which is based off of the real life Grantley Hall)

How They Discovered Their Ultimate: Jacqueline didn’t have much interest in figure skating before the Olympics, although she was aware that her older cousin was a figure skater, and she admired her quite a lot due to that. She, the imperial family of Mexico, and the royal family of Spain all attended the winter Olympics when Jacqueline was six and a half years old. Jacqueline’s 16-year-old older cousin, Princess Amalia of Spain, was participating in the figure skating event. Seeing the choreography, emotion, and seeing how much fun Amalia was having while skating (and seeing the gorgeous dresses, of course) inspired Jacqueline to start skating herself. Once returning to Korea, she didn’t pressure her parents to have her start figure skating so quickly, but the more interested she got in it and the more she had to witness her parents get so stressed out over the family’s potential loss of the Mexican empire, Jacqueline turned to skating to deal with her family’s situation. In July, she started skating at the Korea National Training Center, and she met her (former) coach, Jung Ye-eun.

History: Coming soon.

Family:

Father | Crown Prince Daniel of Mexico, Prince of Tijuana, Prince of Spain, Earl of Bourbon-Perez (is also known Daniel Taylor, Earl of Berkshire or Kim Ji-hwan); member of the Taylor (formerly Wilmington) family, a wealthy British aristocratic family, is next in line to inherit the title of Duke of Berkshire, and is Korean-British; works as a curator and creative director for museums around the world (such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art), and is also an artist

Mother | Crown Princess Victoria Maria Carmelita of Mexico, Princess of Tijuana, Princess of Spain, Countess of Bourbon-Perez, Countess of Berkshire (also known as Kim—née Yoo—Jung-ah); is a Mexican imperial princess by birth, belongs to the House of Bourbon-Perez, a branch of the Spanish House of Bourbon, is next in line to inherit the (now defunct) Mexican throne, is next in line to inherit the title of Duchess of Bourbon-Perez, and is mixed Korean, Spanish, and Mexican (she and her children also have Cuban, Brazilian, and Greek ancestry, as well); works as a fashion director and editor for Dior & Vogue Magazine, and is also a well-known socialite and a children’s book author, she has also written an autobiography

Older brother | Prince Alejandro Cesar Ramon of Mexico, Prince of Spain, Viscount of Bourbon-Perez, Viscount Berkshire (is also known as Jayden Taylor or Kim Jinyoung); is also a figure skater, was scouted to attend Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Figure Skater and was supposed to enroll in Class 76th, and is second in line to the defunct Mexican throne

Older sister | Princess Catalina Anita Lucia of Mexico, Princess of Spain, Viscountess of Bourbon-Perez, Baroness Lancashire (is also known as Jasmine Taylor or Kim Jong-hee); is currently involved in modeling and fashion design, started working as a creative director for Chanel & has launched a capsule collection with them, is one of Chanel’s ambassadors, and is third in line to the defunct Mexican throne

Paternal grandfather | William Taylor, Duke of Berkshire; member of the Taylor family, Daniel’s father, and is of British ancestry

Paternal grandmother | Yejin Taylor (better known as Kim Yejin), Duchess of Berkshire; married into the Taylor family, originally from the upper middle class Kim family, Daniel’s mother, and is of Korean ancestry

Maternal grandfather | Emperor Fernando of Mexico, Prince of Spain, Duke of Bourbon-Perez (is also known as Yoo Kyungtaek); former emperor of Mexico, member of the Mexican imperial family by birth, Victoria’s father, and is mixed Mexican and Korean (with Brazilian and Cuban ancestry); works as an investor in many large scale banks around the world, is worth $10.5 billion

Maternal grandmother | Empress Catalina-Beatriz of Mexico, Princess of Spain, Duchess of Bourbon-Perez; former empress of Mexico, married into the Mexican imperial family, is a princess of Spain and member of the House of Bourbon-Perez by birth, Victoria’s mother, and is of Spanish heritage (with Greek ancestry); is also a children’s book author, works alongside her daughter

Maternal great-grandmother | Dowager Empress Consuelo Teresa of Mexico (is also known as Yoo Hyeryun), Countess of Tuxtla Gutiérrez; former empress of Mexico, became dowager empress after her husband’s death in 1960, hails from the middle class Yoo family (which originates from Mokpo, South Korea), Fernando’s mother, and is of Korean ancestry

Love Interest: N/A

Friends: Sayaka Maizono, Aoi Asahina, Chihiro Fujisaki, Celestia Ludenberg, Makoto Naegi, Sakura Ogami, Kyoko Kirigiri, “Junko Enoshima,” Ariana Park, Hayley Park, Crystal Bienvenu, Roy Hoffmann, and Haruka Togami (@raes-ramblings’ OC)

Enemies: Toko Fukawa (Jacqueline doesn’t really consider her a true enemy, it’s just that she doesn’t like Toko and she makes her uncomfortable; later on, they’re relationship starts to improve slightly, but Jacqueline only sees her as relatively close acquaintance from then on), Junko Enoshima

Neutral: Hifumi Yamada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Mondo Owada, Byakuya Togami (they do have a good relationship due to Jacqueline being friends with his twin sister), and Yasuhiro Hagakure

Trivia:

Jacqueline has two pets, a light brown Pomeranian named Nini and a brown and white bunny named Peoji (meaning “fudge” in Korean). She got Nini when she was 12 and two years after her family moved to the U.S., and she got Peoji when she was 14 years old

She received her nicknames of “little princess” and “darling of Mexico” when she was young. The former was given to her shortly after she was born, and the latter was given to her when she was about three or four years old. Both were given to her by the Mexican public

Most of her nicknames refer to her status as the last princess of Mexico

Her earrings were given to her by her mother as a 10th birthday present, and they originally belonged to her cousin, Princess Amalia. The earrings are one of Jacqueline’s most prized possessions

Jacqueline tends to make a lot of movie references. She usually makes references to “Clueless,” “Mean Girls,” “Moulin Rouge!,” “My Sassy Girl,” “Princess Diaries,” and “Jennifer’s Body.” She also makes references to “Sailor Moon”

Jacqueline speaks English with a slight “posh” British accent, especially since she was taught mostly British English by her father, especially since she lived in England for a few months prior to moving to America, and since her elementary school in Mexico taught in British English. However, she also speaks English with a more casual American/Californian accent, and her British accent only peeks through on occasion. She does have the ability to make her British accent more prominent in her speech, though

Additionally, her accent also differs in Spanish, as well. The way she pronounces her Zs will usually differ from time to time (ex. “corazón” will become “corathón” in her speech, although it is still spelled the same way regardless). That’s because she was raised speaking both Latin-American Spanish and Spaniard/western European Spanish

She is fluent in five languages, with those being; Korean, Spanish, English, Japanese, and German. She knows a good amount of French, Italian, Latin, Thai, Tagalog, Swedish, and Chinese, as well

Her favorite holidays are Day of the Dead (or Dia de los Muertos), Christmas, Chuseok, and Cinco de Mayo

Jacqueline likes writing down her thoughts in various diaries. She has three of them, two of which are filled

Jacqueline also enjoys ice hockey, as it’s a game frequently played by members of the Mexican imperial family during the holiday season. She also enjoys storytelling, as due to her duties as a princess, she frequently visits daycares and nurseries and reads books to children. She also likes telling stories about her times on the various palaces that her family owns

Fun fact; Jacqueline has won the most games of ice hockey out of all the members of the imperial family, and has won nearly all of them so far

One of the books she reads in-game is her mother’s autobiography, “Crowning Glory,” which tells the story of Victoria’s life as crown princess, during the fall of the Mexican empire, & how she managed after her family’s exile. Jacqueline says it’s one of her favorite books, and that it is “quite the long read”

Jacqueline likes reading “Crowning Glory” since it is her mother’s book, and since it reflects her feelings more than anything. She also enjoys watching “Anastasia” as it also somewhat reflects her life, and another one of her favorite books is “Confessions of an Heiress” by Paris Hilton

She knows how to play two instruments, the flute and the piano. She played the flute while in school, and was taught how to play the piano by a governess within the Mexican imperial court

Jacqueline was taught how to sew by her mother, Crown Princess Victoria. She taught herself how to paint, however, and usually does so with her father

Jacqueline was also taught various languages by her governess, as well. She was taught German, French, Latin, Italian, and Chinese by her governess. She decided to learn Thai and Tagalog on her own

She also speaks somewhat fluent Catalan, as her older cousin Amalia taught her the language in her youth. In total, she knows about twelve languages

She was taught various types of dances within the Spanish royal court, with those being salsa, swing, and waltz. Waltz was the first one she had learned. She also learned a Scottish variation of the waltz, which is known as the Lomond waltz. Within both the Mexican and Spanish court, she learned how to horseback ride, something that she started learning at the age of seven

She skates with her older brother, Jayden, quite often. They skated a quite a lot of events and competitions before (they even competed at the winter Olympics), and within the figure skating world, they are known as “Double Trouble” or “the Js.” They’re known for their energetic routines and choreography, dynamic, synchronization, and their impressive lifts. They’re also known for their “shoulder shimmy” move, which is one that they use quite often

Jacqueline is known for her energy, expression, execution, and creative routines. Her choreography is known to be rather difficult but fun to look at, and she is mainly known for her more energetic and lighthearted routines. Her more emotional routines are also well-known, however, and she’s known to put a lot of emotion into those, as well, with her choreography for them usually being described as “beautiful.” Jacqueline is known to create most of her choreography, as well, and she even helped choreograph her routines at the Olympics

She’s also known for incorporating many different dance styles in her routines, such as; modern dance, contemporary dance, boogie-woogie, tango, salsa, jazz, and swing dancing

The routines that are described as her “best” are; her routine to the theme of “Swan Lake,” her and her brother’s pair routine to “Sway,” their routine to “I Wanna Dance With Somebody,” her routine to “Lady Marmalade,” (one that she helped choreograph) her and her brother’s pair routine to “Show Me How You Burlesque,” (she and her brother choreographed this) her routine to “El Tango de Roxanne,” her and her brother’s pair routine to “Maneater,” and her routines to “Just Give Me a Reason,” “I Have Nothing,” and “Notte Stellata.” The first two were tributes to her late cousin, Amalia, while the last conveyed her feelings after her family’s exile from Mexico. She helped choreograph all three routines

(Some development trivia; Jacqueline herself was based off of Yuna Kim, while she and her brother were based off the Shibutani siblings, Alex and Maia)

#AFTER 7 MONTHS WE'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE #BRING OUT DA BOTTLES !!#n e ways miss jacqueline is actually my first dr oc that i ever made !!#i made her back in august... miss gurl was so vague she had no backstory at ALL #i dropped her for a while but now she's back !!#so please welcome the 2nd best figure skater i know y'all #(that design is coming soon enough-)#cece speaks :)#danganronpa #danganronpa oc #trigger happy havoc oc #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 1 #dr oc #ocs

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blueseadespair · 8 years ago

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DrV3 Mastermind AU Chapter 1 Post Class Trial

Disclaimer: Same as usual, and some more of my poor art. This one is a short one. Please Enjoy.

Monokuma: Ding-ding-ding! The one that killed Angie Yonaga the SHSL Art Club member was non other than Tsumugi Shirogane the SHSL Cosplayer.

Kaede: But why, why would you do that?

Tsumugi: You people wouldn’t understand.

Shuichi: Well can you at least try to explain?

Monokuma: If you won’t I will.

Tsumugi: Fine, I’ll explain. I don’t need any of your embelishments. It was last night and I decide to talk to her.

Tsumugi: So it’s going to be our turn next, huh?

Angie: Yup, yup, Angie is going to enjoy it. Angie is going to make a wax museum, by using every one as a base.

Tsumugi: That sound fun. I’m going to have a cosplay café, were every one can become a different character.

Angie: So, were are going to become fake character?

Tsumugi: Huh?

Angie: We become fake people when we do that right? Angie don’t know much about cosplay, but that's what it sound like.

Tsumugi: Fake? Cosplay is Fake!?

Angie: Why is Tsumugi angry all of a sudden?

Tsumugi: Cosplay is NOT FAKE!

Angie: Eh? But isn’t becoming fake people?

Tsumugi: Fake and Fiction are not the same thing! I you say that then your art is fake!

Angie:…Angie will not forgive you for that remark. That would be like insulting Angie’s God, and that is unacceptable.

Tsumugi: Well your doing the same thing to me!

Angie: Angie will forgive you for insulting her, but not her God. You will be punished. Watch out for his divine retribution. You won’t escape it.

Tsumugi: Wait, wait, you aren't going to plan anything are you?

Angie; Nyhahaha, who knows, but God will strike you.

Tsumugi: After that I decide a counter if she tried anything and that is when Monokuma showed up.

Monokuma: Upupupu, looks like Angie is plotting something against you.

Tsumugi: W-what? Where did you come from?

Monokuma: That doesn’t matter, but I have cameras all over the place, so I can see every action, and It seems like Angie is planning something against you.

Tsumugi: So that wasn’t just an empty threat…

Monokuma: Nope, you should make a move first before she get to you. And if she were to kill you what would happen to the future of cosplay?

Tsumugi: Future of Cosplay?

Monokuma: there will me no future because she will get rid of you, and no one would be there to teach the masses between what true cosplay is. You can’t let that die, so you have make the first move.

Tsumugi: I-I see. I can’t let that happen. I’ll have to strike first.

Monokuma: Don’t take too long.

Tsumugi: After that I put my plan into action. I decided to visit her after my event, just to make sure, and that I might not have to use my plan. Then she provoked me and be for I knew it I had on of her hammers in my hand. After that I couldn’t go back, and followed trough with my plan.

Korekiyo: So that is why you were acting antsy the whole day today.

Kirumi: Why didn’t you tell us? We could have resolved it.

Tsumugi: And what would you have done? Laugh at me? She would have killed me!

Kokichi: You didn’t know that and yet you acted on your own.

Tsumugi: Gugh.

Monokuma: Are we done here? I have a punishment waiting?

Monotarou: Punishment! Punishment!

Monokid: It, Finale time!

Monofunny: Oh, I’m quite excited.

Monodam:…

Monosuke: Heh, were finally here.

Monokuma: It’s time for a very special punishiment!

Tsumugi: Wait, Wait! No!

Monokuma: For Tsumugi Shirogane the SHSL Cosplayer!

Tsumugi: Nooooo!

As she yelled out she was dragged by the neck into her own special punishment. We couldn’t look away from her final moments. It was gruesome and painful to look at. She had multiple cosplays put on and off of her, as she slowly died of air loss. Her face turning from red to blue to purple. Her final moment had her hung up on a boxed window display until a curtain closed on her, and ten large needles pierced that box. During that execution how ever Monodam pushed Monofunny and Monotarou in the way of the execution so they to got caught in the box, and got executed along with Tsumugi.

Himiko: Bregh.

Kokichi: Ew don’t barf here.

Kaito: I can’t believe it.

Kaede: Angie and Tsumugi are both dead now.

Miu: That was disgusting.

Kiibo: But at least we still all get to live.

Monokuma: Upupupu, Poor Tsumugi didn’t even know I was lying about Angie. Angie would have only acted if knew what Tsumugi was planning. Upupupu.

Kaede:…

Rantarou: Though, with that, that action changed the dynamics of our group. We won’t be so trusting of others now.

Tenko:…

Gonta:…

Ryoma: it seems like it would be best if we didn’t have connections after all.

Shuichi: We should all head back.

Kirumi: That seems like a good idea. Every one seems to be mentally exhausted.

Korekiyo: It would be wise, after all we all went though a strenuous ordeal.

Kaede: Okay, lets head back.

After that big ordeal, we went back to our rooms, and some of us went out to eat dinner. Even though we didn’t feel like it, our bodies still needed nourishment. The Cafeteria was quiet and no one really spoke to each other. Our dynamic would never be the same. The cheerful talking and openness. Gone. There were still some friendly interactions, but there also was suspicion now. I headed back to my room with a heavy heart. I fell on my bed and just laid there. Then I could feel something wet. There were tears, hot tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t prevent a killing. I couldn’t save either of them. Some leader I was. I kept on crying until I passed out. I hoped that today was all a bad dream, and that tomorrow would be back to normal.

Chapter 1 End

Survivors 16

#danganronpa #danganronpa spoilers #ndrv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #drv3 #drv3 spoilers

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bluekitsune · 8 years ago

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Late DRV3 Chapter 3 impressions

"It’s the final Countdownnnnnnn” WTF tho

Still holding back before thinking that its not set in the same universe as the previous DR games. I mean, cant trust Kodaka

Maybe Maki didn’t want anyone to use weapons from her room so it wouldn’t backfire on her, as well as hiding her talent O WELP Killer Red Riding Hood

Plot twist she’s actually Takumi’s child

Gonta starring Tuxedo Mask omg that would actually be amazing

I really love Shirogane HAHA she’s grown on me and she’s prob gonna die HAHAHA...........////////

FUCK these all the same japanesey rooms are gonna be a complete nightmare during the trial I just know it

OH MY GOD Shinguuji’s time to SHINE HELL YES GIVE IT TO ME BABY

(they belong in a museum...... cuz this is prob the museum.... the other museums are......... history TA DUM TSH)

:I There’s totally gonna be a murder in Angie’s room won’t there........ it’s like a glaring neon light saying USE ME

:C I started to like Tenko, but she’s prob gonna die too

I feel like the Monokids saying “capable of making a new World” proobably has more physical implications than the New World Program....i mean if the world really was burned into cinders like SOMA shit, then it’d be very unlikely for them to have a blue sky and grass and what not. Maybe it’s like a Gene puzzle machine maker like the Organ thing in GUNM Last Order or at least that’s my early guess

They’re treating Harukawa as if she’s the traitor smh

Ohh man so they were “dead” weren’t they.... their reactions are surprisingly weak

Does Ouma also know things he shouldn’t? Like Amami maybe? Are they gonna do a seance LMAO..... Shinguuji could probably pull it off

I’m not even gonna comment on that scene with Kibo and Iruma oh my god. This is like the massage all over again

(does the robot dream of robot boners?)

Lowkey hilarious that Momota thinks of himself as the protagonist

HAHAHA Maki totally owned their asses

OH NO Here it comes, time for MORE Ressurection bullshit

:C I wonder what it’ll actually turn out like if someone is ressurected. Probably not good. I wonder if they’d remember the incident behind their death. And the monokids said “the 4 dead participants” I think? Can whatever they use revive someone who’s down to the bone only? That’s some major fucking bullshit I’ll be waiting anxiously to see the explanation behind

Oh my goddddd now everyone’s starting to sound like us fans trying to make up crazy theories to understand what’s happening HAHAH This is gold

NOOO Crazy cult is solidifying...... Leave Kibo and Shirogane OUT OF IT AAaa

I don’t trust Angie and her Poop God I want her to stop brainwashing the children. Gonta don’t DO IT GONTA YAMETE

Oh noooo Give me back my nice Gonta....... I thinkTenko is just pretending to play along tho, she doesn’t seem happy with the bullshit

Is Momota scared of Amami coming back? Did he done some fuck up with him back when he was alive? Also TBH didn’t expect Angie to be this brutal but didn’t expect her to be cutesy at all

Oh ok he’s saying he has a cold... Idk if I buy it or not

Tenko’s totally keeping tabs on the crazy cult tbh, she never liked Angie or the god talk

(Iruma FTE Spoiler skip if you don’t wanna spoil yourself yadda yadda

Did she have her talent implanted into her?? Like Kamukura??? I’m really interested in that)

Ok Called it on Tenko :C My girl’s got some brains at least but it’s a matter of time until she dies

Idk the wax dolls look like 3d renders made into balloons man. Still poor Saihara

oh no all the deathflags raising >< Better brace self

WELP It’s not as if I didn’t see that murder from a mile away but woww the 4 dolls hanging upside down is really damn creepy, specially if you take into account japanese attribute Death to the number 4

Actually Looking closer I take that back. They look HILARIOUS hanging upside down with their clothes and hair completely frozen

Lmao Kaito is a wuss that’s incredible. Dying in space should be the scariest thing in existence but no you have a phobia of ghosts instead amazing

Illustrations from the book remind me of Hideshi Hino’s art. NOICE

Shinguuji’s time to shine YES Please just don’t kill him early, let him last a little longer (I don’t think he’d be stupid enough to overlook the obvious clues left behind tho, or use something taken from his own research room so I think he’s safe)

Ok the Kago no Ko thing is really creepy. It does sound like a legit thing

Ouma: “it wouldn’t be a joke if we heard the body discovery announcement during the investigation”

pan back to Shinguuji saying that words can invite calamity -_____-

This s gonna be a TRAINWRECK

Seeing it coming doesn’t make it any easier to digest and that’s one of the things that fuck me up about DR... WELL we’re down one lesbian, that sucks. And obsly Yumeno didn’t value her at all when she was there

This is a goddamn fusion of cases 3 and Teruteru’s case god damn it. For whatever reason I’m always suspicious of Iruma. She always says some things that make me suspect her

And Yumeno could’ve done the same thing Teruteru did, sing while she was doing all the bullshit of crawling around and whatnot

Oh man shinguuji is more about the ritual not working than the death. It just goes to show, he’s almost exactly like Gundam

Ouma WTF. Bloody Ouma still the best creepy cute

Plot twist: Kibo has a tiny Naegi inside him as a guide

Oh man

I don’t want Shinguuji to die yet.... But Idk if he’s telling the truth about him not being the first culprit. I’m so confused, I don’t think a trial has made me so confused before

I thought for sure the second kill would be to keep Angie quiet about the culprit, so it’d make more sense for it to be the same one. But maybe Shinguuji just doesn’t care if they vote for the wrong person and they all die???

Ok So he’s just using the new rule to cast suspicion elsewhere.

Silent Monokuma was the only ok monokuma

I think I understand Ouma’s role much better now. He’s the annoying kid who’s going to seem misleading and a liar, but is lowkey pointing everyone’s attention to what is important in a very backwards way (that works mostly)

Oh ,y god I don’t even know what’s happening but let’s say 99% of this trial is me screaming Shinguuji’s name. I hope someone has translated his FTE

I just imagine him(?)/them pulling the mask up and down all the time to switch between them and it’s fucking hilarious and AHJSDASGD

When he’s saying “Why are you looking at me with such hateful eyes?”, it’s probably the people in his village, because of his relationship with his sister?

This time around we’re having a serial killer in the third not in the second case huh

That excecution was ridiculous. I’m really not sure what to think of his story. I want to like him, but using the spirits...... Or delusion idk which....... Like that feels so cheap. I feel like I’m looking back on how disappointed I was with Walter Sullivan from SH??????

I feel so bad for Yumeno;;; GOD

Gonta is so good. (Also Momota is that Space Aids u got my boy my dude)

#ndrv3 #drv3 #ndrv3 spoilers #new danganronpa v3 #kitsune adventures #spoilers yadda yadda bladibla #this is very convoluted so be warned

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dkronpa · 5 years ago

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Chapter 3: Journey to Despair, Grave Secrets, Grave Lies ~Daily Life Part 1~

THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 3 BEGINS

My bad for it taking so long I had a bad case of writers block half-way through but I have the whole plot for this chapter totally ironed out now. I’ll write as often as possible and hopefully I won’t leave you guys hanging like that again

Enjoy~

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Dream Sequence-

It’s cold. Really cold. Winter, I think. No snow but the wind is biting at my skin. I’m staring at a car.

No, I’m staring at what’s under the car. The blood coming from underneath and the hand stretching from underneath. There’s someone crying nearby. Where am I again? What am I doing?

Why didn’t I do anything? Why? Why?

Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Ryuu’s Room-

“Ugh!” I jolted up in a cold sweat. What was that? A dream? No…a memory? But surely something like that would be easy to recall, but I don’t remember that kind of event at all…it must have been a dream. “Y-yeah, a dream.”

I let out a shaky sigh and grabbed my E-Handbook. It was close to Monokuma’s morning announcement, so I may as well get ready.

…but should I even bother? After what happened yesterday…we could all be out of the killing game by now if I hadn’t spoken like that. It’s my fault we’re all still in the killing game…Hachi-san killed Irunami-san so we could all escape and I made both of their deaths in vain.

Even so…I should try my best to show face, shouldn’t I? Come on Ryuu. Pull yourself together.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Short numbered-

By the time I got to the cafeteria, I expected everybody else to be already eating breakfast though when I entered the room, there were a few people missing from the group. “Huh…? Is this everyone that showed up?” I asked everyone present.

“Shinko and Yokozawa said the same thing, they don’t feel like they can trust anybody here. So, they’ve locked themselves in their rooms and are refusing to leave. They’ll probably leave later to get food; they can’t stay in there forever.” Sly-san answered.

“Hmm? You went to check on them?” Asano-san inquired.

“We need to keep track of the group in this situation. Don’t read into it when it’s nothing deep.” Sly-san said.

“Graves-san isn’t here either…” Ram-san noted.

“I met her in the hallway earlier. She said she was going to keep her distance for a while. Doesn’t know who to trust anymore.” Kurohiko-san answered. This group really broke up after last night. And with those three not present right now…it really feels empty in here than how it used to be…

“Oi, Nagata. Did you sleep alright? You look exhausted.” Okanaya-san looked at me with worry. I instinctively touched the dark circles under my eyes. Ram-san looked over with concern as well.

“It’s nothing. Bad dream is all, woke me up early.” I murmured.

“One bad dream is not such a terrible thing, Nagata-sama. After all, it is better to get your bad dreams out of the way so that your eternal dream will be an enjoyable one.” Ishikawa-san smiled.

“Jesus, do you ever talk about something less terrifying? You realise what situation we’re in, right? We don’t wanna hear you talk about death all the fuckin’ time.” Okanaya-san snarled.

“I was not attempting to make anyone uncomfortable.” Ishikawa-san replied.

“Well you are, so shut up already.”

“Okanaya, that’s enough.” Sly-san said. Okanaya-san grumbled under his breath but dropped it. This group is starting to show cracks. Today it may only be three people that don’t show up, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after that? Will I even live long enough to see the day after tomorrow? What am I supposed to do-

“N-Nagata-kun…” Ram-san put her hand on mine.

“Sorry. I’m fine.” I lied with my best fake smile. I’m not sure if she believed it or not but Ram-san nodded slowly not letting her concern disappear from her expression. I wonder if anyone’s stealing glances at me? Do they hate me?

“Geez, what’s with the tension in here? So gloomy, it’s like you guys lost your chance at something suuuuper important.” Monokuma said, doing his stupid sudden appearance shtick. I’m over it. “…not even a yell from the pansy? Alright then. I was gonna wait until everyone gathered to tell you, but it seems like this is about as good as it’ll get.”

“Let me guess. Another building has opened up?” Sly-san said.

“W…wow, you aren’t just gonna let me have my moment, huh…?” Monokuma looked down with a sad expression. “Yeah…you got a new building. Feel free to explore it at your own discretion. Or don’t. Doubt you’ll find anything useful there anyway.” Monokuma shrugged before disappearing again.

“Eh? Why did he say that? About not finding anything useful there…?” Kurohiko-san asked.

“Probably because we won’t find anything useful.” Sly-san said.

“Or he is using reverse psychology in order to compel us all to investigate the new building. I feel as though that is a much more plausible answer. What shall we do?” Ishikawa-san said.

“It’s probably for the best that we investigate. The more we learn about this place, the better. Shall we all head over?” Kurosaki-san asked.

“Will you be included in that group? If so, I’ll pass.” Sly-san folded his arms and leaned back into his seat.

“I suppose it’s just the rest of us then! Have fun, Herr Knives!” Kurosaki-san smiled and gave Sly-san’s back a firm slap as he walked past him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get so angry that quickly.

“Don’t touch me so damn casually!” Sly-san yelled. There was a moment of shock seeing as he’d never lost his cool before. Though he regained his composure just as quickly as he lost it. “…if you start pushing everybody’s buttons then you’ll just end up dead.”

“O-oi, Sly! No need to say stuff like that! I get your pissed, but…” Okanaya-san said warily. Sly-san crossed his arms and looked around the room.

“If you all want to be around that then be my guest. Just don’t cause any trouble for me.” Sly-san stood up and made his way for the door.

“Sly-sama, please wait-“ Ishikawa-san attempted to call out to him but he was already out the door by the time she found her voice. Even Sly-san is distancing himself from the group. Even though we said we’d all work together at the start of all this!

“Ah…that’s a shame.” Kurosaki-san murmured. “Shall we? We should investigate the building now.” He made his way for the door. There was this lost look in his eyes as if a difficult thought was stuck in his mind.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to understand what goes on in his head.” I said to nobody in particular. Ram-san gave me a look of concern, though she understood what I mean. I’m sure of it.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: History has its eyes on you-

I walked to the building next to the Leisure building with Ram-san and Okanaya-san. To say the building exteriors differed would be an understatement. In contrast to the leisure building which appeared more like a fancy gym, this building was designed to appear like a medieval castle with four spires at each corner of the building and iron bars on the windows instead of glass and curtains.

The only part of the building that seemed out of place with the rest of it was the front door. A card reader was attached to the wall next to a glass sliding door that had no handle for us to open it with. “A card reader to get into the building? How come the other buildings don’t have this?” Okanaya-san asked.

“Are you wondering about my design choices?” Monokuma suddenly appeared next to us, me and Ram-san jumping slightly. “It’s a card reader, just use your E-handbook on it already!”

“But why is it only on this building?” Okanaya-san asked again.

“I like to give a unique thing to each of my buildings! The dorms are underground, the leisure building had the massive ventilation system…and this! The history building has a card reader to get in and out of it!”

“History building?” Ram-san repeated.

“Yep yep! This building has got all kinds of good stuff! There’s an archive filled to the brim with cool books to read! There are many exhibits throughout the floors for you to check out too! I’m sure nerds like Nagata will enjoy it!”

“H-hey!” I protested.

“Anyway, you guys get the gist, right? You gotta use your E-handbook to get in and out of the building! So…I’ll see ya later!” And with that, he was gone.

Okanaya-san sighed and pulled out his E-Handbook. “What a pain in the ass. This is so unnecessary.” He held his E-Handbook up to the card reader. The LED light above the reader went from blue to green and the door slid open.

The three of us walked in to be greeted by the discomforting atmosphere. The hallways were dimly lit by the fires of torches decorating the walls. I know Monokuma likes his themes, but this is way too much.

“Should we look for those exhibits that Monokuma mentioned?” Okanaya-san asked. Ram-san and I silently agreed and began making our way through the hallway of the building. I stuck close to Okanaya-san, as did Ram-san, though she was holding onto his sleeve and looking around nervously at the walls. There were odd red stains here and there decorating the stone…I didn’t want to think about it.

We entered the room at the very end of the hallway to find it decorated with displays of different weapons across the walls and in glass cases. It reminded me of a museum with how it was laid out. The head of Graves-san popped out from behind one of the displays and grinned widely at us.

“Yo, dudes! Can you believe this place?! How cool is all this?!” She cheered brightly. “I dunno how Monokuma managed to do all this. Some of these weapons are can’t get acquired by the public and some I’ve only seen drawings of. I never thought I’d get to see these kinds of old weapons for myself!”

“If that’s all true then I really worry about Monokuma’s sources.” I murmured.

“Ah…like whoever’s running this killing game? Someone rich, for sure. They’d need billions if they wanted to set something like this up. Not to mention actually constructing this area for us to play in…”

“Play?” Okanaya-san repeated.

“Well, duh! You ‘play’ a game, right? Even if it’s a killing game, it’s a game, nonetheless. So, we’re the players and we’re playing…right?” Graves-san spoke so casually about it that it actually threw me off a little. I suppose she’s in the same boat as Sly-san and Kurosaki-san. They all seem to have been through a lot to get to this point, so I shouldn’t be surprised if they aren’t so easily phased by the situation.

“Either way, the real problem is knowing who had the ability to set it up.” I jumped a little when Yokozawa-san spoke. How long had he been there?! He clearly noticed my surprise and formed a look of irritation. “Pay attention to your surroundings. I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Oh yeah! I totally forgot I followed you here!” Graves-san said.

“I don’t blame you. I don’t stand out, so it’s not like I’m worth remembering.” Yokozawa-san threw his arms up as if he were joking though I’m pretty sure he was being serious…

“Yokozawa-kun, we heard you weren’t going to be leaving your room anymore. Why are you out here? In fact, we heard you were going to keep your distance from us too, Graves-san!” Ram-san asked.

“It’s a new area. Even if I don’t wanna get involved with all of you, I should still investigate as new areas open up to us. Never know when we might find a hint about our situation. Unfortunately, I got spotted by Graves-san and now I can’t seem to shake her off.”

“Hey now! I know you appreciate the company! It can’t be too fun being alone all the time. Plus I have the same reasons for being here as Junpei, so I thought it made sense to go about with him.” Graves-san said.

“Speak for yourself. I don’t mind being by myself, in this situation, it’ll probably be better for my health if I keep my distance.” Yokozawa-san replied. “You’re all trouble for me…keep out of my way, alright? I don’t wanna end up like the others.” The blogger shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and strolled out of the room.

“Hmm…he’s definitely lonely.” Graves-san nodded slowly.

“You can tell?” Ram-san asked.

Graves-san seem to take her time deciding her reply, “I guess…I used to be pretty lonely.” She muttered.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Fields of Knowledge-

We made our way up to the second floor and made our ways to the room marked with a book on the ElectroID maps. It was easy to predict that when we entered that the room in question was going to be a library, tall walls filled to the bring with books almost like an archive that was started as far back as the stone ages.

“Th-this is incredible…! Did Monokuma prepare this for us?” Ram-san asked, taking in the view.

“So many books…I guess we at least have something to occupy our time with. Though I’d rather find a clue to a way out of here.” I said. It was an impressive collection though; I couldn’t deny it.

“These are all most likely history books if this is the history building…even so, I want to have a look around and see if we can find anything useful.” Ram-san said.

“Good idea! Alright, Nagata, you take the centre part, I’ll take the left! Ram, we’ll trust you with the right side of the room!” Okanaya-san ordered out his instructions and without waiting for a response, ran off into the shelves of books.

“At least he’s always prepared to work.” Ram-san said before walking to the other side. I walked down the centre aisle of books. They were categorised by subject. Middle Ages. Roman Empire. Medical Studies. Even some 20th century crime novels. Even if Monokuma placed these here to give us ideas for murder, I still might read them at some point.

As I was nearing the end of the line of bookshelves, I felt myself step on something. Moving my foot out of the way revealed a polaroid photo laying on the middle of the floor.

“Wh…what the heck…?” I murmured as I picked it up. The photo showed Kibe-san, Hachi-san and Irunami-san all sat in a line together holding up peace signs to the camera, a large window with the sun shining in was in the background and in the corner of shot I could make out what seemed to be a classroom desk.

What the hell is this…? Did those three know each other before we came here? No, I’m sure Irunami-san would have mentioned knowing those two before coming here.

“Whoops!” Monokuma suddenly dropped down from atop the shelves. “Can’t believe I left this lying around, silly me!”

“E-eh? This belongs to you?”

“Umm…in a sense! A-anyway, give it back!” Monokuma quickly snatched the photo away. “Memories are important, you know! I wanna keep this one, so stop being so selfish!” Without making any sense, he jumped atop the shelves once more, most likely disappearing as he always does.

What was with that photo? The way Monokuma talked about it…is it a real photo? Not faked? A memory…

“Oi, Nagata!” I snapped back up and saw Okanaya-san waving at me from the end of the line of bookshelves. “What’re you standing around for?! Come on!” Whatever that was…I have a bad feeling about its implications…

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Report back!-

We all sat down in the cafeteria. Or…all those that were still coming here. “Ah…we’re really short on people now…” Kurohiko-san commented.

“It can’t be helped. Plus without Tomoe-chan, we don’t have anybody here to give us maps to visualise our new locations…it sucks.” Amaterasu-san said.

“If it sucks so much, try to show it, will you?” Kurohiko-san sighed.

“If I may take the lead for our reports, please?” Asano-san waited to hear if there were any objections. “N…no? G-good. Shall we discuss our findings on the history building…? Myself, Kurohiko-kun, and Amaterasu-san all worked together when investigating however we could not find any such clue as to how we can escape.”

“So, the usual.” Okanaya-san sighed.

“That doesn’t mean there wasn’t cool stuff to see! On the first floor this had this amazing display of different weapons from across the ages! I’ve never seen anything like it! I love the history of weaponry!” Graves-san said cheerfully.

“E-even though that was all put together so it would be easier for us to kill each other…?” Ram-san said.

“Weapons can still be interesting, even if they aren’t being used.” Graves-san replied.

“It’s definitely less jarring than the torture room on the third floor. Filled with different kinds of instruments of torture. Iron maidens, stretchers, pliers, saws…it’s nasty.” Amaterasu-san said in her usual monotonous voice.

“T-torture stuff…?” Graves-san gasped. “I can’t believe I never went to check it out! I’ll need to rectify this mistake as soon as possible! The stretcher is one of my favourite torture devices, it should have been used in a Saw movie, for sure! I’ll take Junpei to see it!”

“Something tells me Yokozawa-sama would most likely decline that offer.” Ishikawa-san said with a giggle. “It is clear Monokuma-sama is far more direct now about wanting us to kill each other if he’s put all of that together. He also gave us supplies to make murder easier to commit.”

“What do you mean? There’s more?” Kurohiko-san paled a little. “G-geez…isn’t there already enough…”

“A room also on the third floor contains things such as special poisons, common things people are allergic, trip wires, chemicals, and far more.” Ishikawa-san explained. She was silent for a moment before pursing her lips, “I…feel as though we should steer clear of that building at all costs. It is far too dangerous to go near…”

“Oh…? I’m afraid I can’t agree to that. After all, that library is far too important to stay away from.” Kurosaki-san said. He was being unusually quiet this whole time, it was a little unnerving. “That library has a lot of valuable information if you know where to look. I plan on studying the contents there further afterwards…but I feel as though a clue to our situation is hiding in there. Somewhere in those books.”

The photo Monokuma snatched away from me came to mind. I could say something right now, but if I do…would that have good consequences? People might suspect the people in the photo are suspicious. But we all saw their bodies…

Kurosaki-san’s eyes flicked towards me. Does he know what I’m thinking? Do I look suspicious? How does he always seem like he knows what’s going on…?

“Very well, the library may be okay…but perhaps we can board up the other rooms? We should at least take some defensive procedures.” Ishikawa-san said.

“You think Monokuma would allow something like that? Don’t be an idiot. He’d change the rules in a heartbeat so that we aren’t allowed to block the entrances to the rooms in any of the buildings.” Kurosaki-san argued.

“He has a point. Monokuma’s goal is to kill all of us. No way he’d let us block our own access to the weapons.” Amaterasu-san said. Ishikawa-san fiddled with the sleeve of her dress and silently conceded defeat.

“If that’s all, are we done here? I plan on heading back into the library and continuing my studies…” Kurosaki-san stood up and made his way for the door. His hand resting on the door-handle, he looked back at the group, giving me a once over in particular. “We all have things we’re hiding…I wonder who’s hiding the fact that they’re the reason we’re here.” And with that, he left.

“What a prick. It would so much easier if he was one of the ones who died.” Okanaya-san cursed.

“Okanaya-kun, you can’t say something like that!” Ram-san puffed her cheeks out and glared at Okanaya-san. The tour guide took a moment staring at Ram-san’s face before letting out a sigh. Something about that expression seemed to stop him from arguing. “…ah, sorry, I just yelled at you like that!”

“No, it’s fine. You’re right…my bad.”

“…can I ask you guys something?” Kurohiko-san spoke.

“Is something wrong?” Ishikawa-san said.

“…if I’m honest, a lot is wrong. We’re falling apart as a group. Four of us are keeping their distance…Kurosaki-san…he just gives me a bad energy…I don’t know what to think anymore…”

“Kurohiko-kun, that is not the attitude to have.” Asano-san said. “I will concede that our position as a group is less than ideal but if we act like that then our situation will never improve. For now, we should give those people space to collect their thoughts before we try to ask them to re-join us in our routine.”

“…if you say so…” Kurohiko-san nodded.

“You guys are something else.”- Graves-san folded her arms –“I only came here to see what everyone had to report…but now I just don’t understand you all even more. So frustrating…”

“Graves-san?” I said cautiously.

“…oh well. Nothing I can do about it.” She shrugged, making her way for the exit. Guess it was going to take more to get her to come back into the group properly.

“She has a darkness inside her, do you not think? Right now, I would say Graves-sama is our biggest worry.” Ishikawa-san said.

“She’s a secret agent. Other than Sly-chan, Karma-chan is the one who’ll have the easiest time killing someone. Scary.” Amaterasu-san added. Yeah…scary.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life, The Cards in your deck-

The usual. We stood in the gymnasium after Monokuma made his announcement. Even those who were keeping their distance had turned up, though clearly not happy about the situation. Shinko-san was angrily tapping a rhythm with his shoe.

“That motherfucker barely even waits before giving us a motive. I’m sick a’ this shit!” He growled.

“Shinko-sama, do not give into those emotions of yours. Us 12 have been able to resist the past two motives. I am sure we will all be able to do it again. If we have faith in each other and work together, we will prevail.” Ishikawa-san reassured.

“God, that way you talk pisses me off. You can spout the same fuckin’ speech all you want, but if there’s a motive, someone will give into it. It’s just how it goes.” Shinko-san replied. Ishikawa-san pursed her lips and glared at Shinko-san. An unusual thing for Ishikawa-san to do but I suppose Shinko-san and Ishikawa-san have always been like oil and water…

“Yikes! Such a thick juicy tension! Can I get a bite?” Monokuma laughed into his paws. “I’m kidding of course! Tension is way too full of calories for a bear of my size!”

“Can you just quit with the jokes? They don’t even make sense now.” Amaterasu-san said.

“Not my fault you stoic chicks don’t get humour.” Monokuma shrugged. “Anyway, guess what time it is, kids! Motive time! And for todays motive…” Monokuma produced a set of cards. Each with the name of one of us written on the front.

“Ah…didn’t we already do something like this?” Graves-san asked.

“No! This is different! Just take it!” Monokuma handed out the cards to the corresponding student. I opened mine up to find a list of names…a list of familiar names. The names of my parents, my siblings, and one or two of my close friends.

“Oh…? It’s laid out like a polling card.” Ishikawa-san pointed out.

“It sure is! Because this motive is a game of choice! You each have a list of the people who are closest to you on the outside world, your job is tick one of those names as a sacrifice!”

“…sacrifice?” Sly-san’s expression clouded over in an instant. “That better be a joke.”

“Huh? Why would I joke? In 48 hours, you gotta have a name ticked on that card! If you don’t pick somebody…everybody on that card is gonna be sacrificed instead! And, well…you know the method in which you can prevent it from happening, right? It’s pretty obvious how to save everyone on that list.”

“E-everyone…?” I felt my hands begin to tremble. My family…? My friends…? One of them…or all of them…?

“Hey. I said that you better be joking.” Sly-san stepped forward.

“H-hey, Sly-kun…” Yokozawa-san warily.

“What.” Sly-san spun around, glaring at Yokozawa-san who stepped back from Sly-san’s glare. “Monokuma-“ He turned back to find the bear gone. “…dammit.” He clicked his tongue.

“H…how the hell am I supposed to pick…? H-how can I pick…?” Kurohiko-san whimpered.

“If you don’t know who you’re gonna pick, don’t pick. Simple as that.” Graves-san said. “I dunno if I’ll pick. Would I be fair to pick one person over the other…?”

“I can’t allow that…I can’t allow her to get hurt…” Sly-san murmured. “I won’t let her die. I’ll do what it takes…”

“Oh-ho? Herr Knives is getting so riled up! How unlike you!” Kurosaki-san smirked.

“If you’re gonna kill, try and kill me! I’ll give you a real good fight!” Graves-san said.

“D-don’t just say stuff like that, no way Sly-san would kill, r-r-right?!” Kurohiko-san panicked.

“I’ll kill anyone if I need to. I have no issues with killing any of you-“

“Enough!” A hush fell across the room, Asano-san held her arm in the air to grab everyone’s attention. Her arm was trembling a little with everybody’s eyes on her. “…w…we cannot fight like this. It is exactly what Monokuma-kun wants us to do. I’m sure there is a way out of this without killing anyone…we have 48 hours to figure something out so please do not be so irrational…please. I am sorry.”

“Haven’t you learned yet? There isn’t an alternative. Unless someone dies every single person on these lists is in danger.” Shinko-san said.

“I choose to believe otherwise.”

“Then you’re an idiot. Faith like that will get you killed.” Shinko-san shook his head. “…I don’t need this. I’m going back to my room.”

“Shinko-kun, wait!” Ram-san tried but he ignored her call for him and left the gymnasium, Sly-san and Yokozawa-san leaving silently afterwards.

Ram-san forced a small smile, “U-um…maybe we should cool off for the day…h-how about we all go to the pool or have tea-“

“No!” Ishikawa-san suddenly yelled, “I…no! I won’t…” She mumbled to herself before shaking her head and powerwalking of the room.

“E-even Ishikawa-san…I am sorry, I thought maybe I could help…” Asano-san sighed. “It seems my decisions are not helpful-“

“H-hey now, don’t say that. Even if things don’t work out the way you thought they would, doesn’t mean it’s your fault. Those guys are all really scared…I am too, b-but hearing you trying to be optimistic helped me a little…s-so, um…wh-what’s my point again? I can’t even remember…heh…” Kurohiko-san rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah. Good work, Mami-chan.” Amaterasu-san added.

“O-oh…th-thank you, both of you.” She bowed slightly. I noticed in the corner on my eye that Ram-san was staring at Asano-san with awe.

“Asano-san…is really impressive, isn’t she? Even though she was taught to do what others said…she had the courage to speak up like that when someone needed to say something. Hey, Nagata-kun, isn’t Asano-san cool?” She smiled up at me.

“…yeah, she is.” I nodded. I think I wanted to be able to do what Asano-san just did.

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