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I stand there, my hair drifting in the gentle breeze made by the heavy bustling that the people make ...looking at the screen in Tokyo, Japan(gimme a fucking break) at a cross path. The bright screen?....it advertised another Danganronpa, and this one's working differently. I will join this time. I just have to ....ensure my spot...
I am shuichi kagehara. And I LOVE Danganronpa. Maybe even enough to kill to be in it...I will do anything to be in Danganronpa. Anything.
It's 8:00 am on a Monday morning. The sun light streams in through the clean windows, the class filled with low chatter. I'm sitting in my desk, doodling some monokumas on my note book. Bonkichi Oma, as usual, is sitting next to me, trying to hide from Kaito Momota. He looks up to me, his purple eyes a little watery, "Kage, I swear he hates me!"...I groan, " Bon most people do. You're short, and to be honest pretty annoying. You're...not always bad though...", I add, feeling bad as I see his eyes grow even more sad. Whatever, whatever, he's childish and immature.
Class begins, slow and drawn out, like a slow moving river, achingly, agonizingly slow. I listen to the senseis tired voice, idlel wondering if she, also doesn't want to teach this boring class ... probably. I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket, an anxious feeling fills me--"excuse me", I say, maybe a bit too loud,"sensei?" She nods to me."may I go to the bathroom?" She nods again. This school is so boring. I leave and walk down the hallway, to the bathroom in the end, and lock myself in a stall. Oh? It's my application for Danganronpa...my heart pounds as I open the email...I can't believe it. I've made it! I'm one of the top choices, all I have to do ...is prove my worth? Can I be part of Danganronpa? The email reads:"Hello, shuichi kagehara
Congratulations! You've entered Danganronpa, and have made one of the top choices! You will join under the name of shuichi saihara, the ultimate detective! All that's left now is to prove your worth. Start by killing these contestants! XXXXXXXX and XXXXXXXX!"
I stare at the letter, a little in disbelief. Kill?! I thought I was supposed to kill in the game?! I'm 17 years old?! How am I supposed to get away with murder?!
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I need to plan this out carefully...think it out.
I stare at the email for a few more seconds, until I hear someone else enter the bathroom, snapping me out of my trance. Hm....kill? For Danganronpa? I'll have to be very careful. I can't get caught. As I unlocked the stall, walking out, I bump into bon, he looks up to me, flushed and panting. "The hells wrong with you?" I snort, clearly he's running. From who is the question? He whimpers and looks behind him, down the hall, with worry. I follow his gaze and see kaede following him. Ah.i sigh, sounding more like a groan and yank him into the bathroom, and shove him in a stall."I'll text you, you have your phone right?"- he nods-"I'll text you when she leaves." He makes a small whine, and I close the door. As I leave the bathrooms, I look down both ends of the hallway. The blond is no where to be seen. I wait for a little longer, just to make sure she's not lurking around. I may not particularly ...eh, care like this for bon, but he's mine. So.
I wait for a bit longer, not seeing her, so I text bon that he can come out now, he timidly comes out of the bathrooms, looking pale and worried, I roll my eyes. "Bon, she's gone, you're safe, come on, the teachers probably wondering where we are." I grab his hand and he squeaks, but allowed me to lead him back to class. He looks to me as we walk, blushing a little, I glance back down at him. "What?" I ask, in a blank tone. "O-oh, I just. I-i....have some news?" I nod, and he smiles. "I-i got in too! w-we can work together! I-i....I have a motive though, I need to...kidnap someone to get in though....and send a video back to the email..." This peaks my interest, I tilt my head, looking at my boyfriend sideways. Kidnap? Bon? I could see him doing that, but his height and strength could be a big downside to him."what, need help?" He looks down and nods. Ashamed. Fair enough.
School practically drags on, the clock seeming to slow with every tick. Should I tell him about my motive? Maybe he and I could actually work together...hm, so many possibilities, and anyways, I have to kill two specific people.