4Long time no write! It's been... 5 years? ^^; Ehehe... um, anyway, I've recently gotten into Danganronpa and made an OC for gingericus19's fanfiction 'Blade of Tribulation'. So, I decided to re-write, if you will, the story from Yuko's POV. I asked gingericus19 permission before doing this and she is fine with it so please no moaning and bitching that I stole her work, all right? For the first few chapters it'll be mostly re-hash form her story but once the characters essentially gain autonomy, it will be much more my own stuff so bear with me for a bit.
I do not own Danganronpa, the original concept of this story or any characters. All I own is my character Yuko Ichihara and her thoughts.
As for Frozen Reflection; I'm hoping getting back into writing through this will help the plot bunnies come back to life so I can crank that story out too.
Chaptier 1: Welcome to Rising Despair
I calmly walked up to the front of the school, my coat scarf wrapped thickly around my neck and a bit at my ears and mouth to keep the biting, Alaskan cold at bay. Here it is; Rising Star Academy. Not like this will be much different than the other schools I've gone to. Maybe worse actually; they're all "Super High School Level" something or other. What nonsense! The wind whipped at my strawberry-blond locks as my violet eyes darted around, looking to see if there were any other students around. No one. The pathway was empty, save for the pines that thickly surrounded the school. My hand tightened around the handle of my suitcase. No use standing in the bitter cold. Let's go in and charm our way through this last year of "education". I walked forward with purpose, the heels of my black knee-high boots licking dully on the stone path that lead to the front of the school. The doors, large and imposing, made of heavy marble, were carved with random symbols. It was all a show; everything was a show really. As if this will intimidate me… I opened the door with a solid push and as I entered I was greeted with a rush of warm, dry air. I HATE the cold… The door slammed behind me, almost ominously. I shook my head, chalking the feeling up to nerves. Of course, for me, it was never that simple.
"The game starts here. Good luck; maybe you will get out where I burned to bones and rubble." I spun around, recognizing it as a voice form another world. What…. A cloth filled with a sickening sweet smell suddenly pressed against my face from behind. I struggled, trying to break free as my mind began to fade. I screamed as loud as I could but it only came as a muffled cry due to the drugs. As I slumped to the grey stone floor, just as black took me, I saw a pair of red heeled shoes covering black sock-clad feet.
A crackle awoke me from my drug-induced sleep. "Good morning, you bastards. It is 7 in the morning here at Rising Stars Academy. It is recommended that each of you gather in the Auditorium for orientation at 8. But first, it would behoove you to introduce yourselves! Make a new friend or two! Have some laughs! But anyways, I will see you talented idiots at 8!" The click of the intercom turning off helped shake off the last of my sleep. Bastards!? What the hell!
"What the hell was that?" a boy voiced, echoing my thoughts. I looked around, quickly assessing my situation. I was sitting at a desk that had been arranged in a circle fashion with 4 other desks. These desks, too were occupied. The boy that has spoken was fair skinned and decently tall.
"FREE HUG!" one of the girls, this one with brown hair, squealed happily before essentially glomping the first boy that had spoken. …are you serious?
"Honey, I just woke up. Don't touch me without my permission, PLEASE! Also, we have to do something about those pigtails, dearie. They're horribly messy." the boy responded, sounding, to my ears, the stereotypical gay. Oh sweet Jesus I was right; they're all going to be nuts. Well, time to play my "role". The pigtailed girl laughed happily before sitting back down into her seat which was right by the possibly-gay boy and across from me in the circle.
"Hey everyone! What's up hahaha!? This is one strange circumstance..." I chirped sweetly, playing the part that would suffice for these people; a cheerful, bubbly little doll. I'll have to make sure not to puke at my own sacrine.
"My, my, isn't this group quite the pallet of colors. Y'know, I think it would be fun to bring color to that pallid face of yours, blondie. Mix it up a little bit." a boy grinned to my left. His spiked, blue hair screamed 'punk'. Don't you DARE touch me you piece of trash. I restrained myself from voicing my thought aloud, keeping my eyes at least neutral. Silence descended and I stared blankly at the wall across from me, bored.
"So...what're we supposed to do? We can make small talk as much as we'd like, but I think we need to accomplish something..." the first boy said, twirling his hair lazily with his finger, which I noticed, was a pleasant shade of auburn red. "Maybe...we should introduce ourselves. I'd say that beats the awkwardness by far."
"I concur! We have an hour until orientation anyways!" I squealed, snapping instantly to attention.
"YAYAYA! NEW FRIENDS!" the brown-haired, pigtailed girl practically screamed before jumping out her seat and beginning to dance happily. The final member of our group, who had been silent until now, began to hum softly, keeping perfectly in time with the absurdly stupid dance, her green eyes softly gazing out but not quite seeing, as if she was in another place.
"Um... Do you want a song to go along with that jig?" she meekly asked. She's going to get run over, poor thing. Ah well.
"We're getting off topic. We need to introduce ourselves." the first boy said, flipping his hair a bit behind is shoulder, obviously growing impatient. Gay. SOOOOOO gay.
"Heehee! Let's not get flustered! We've only just..." I trailed off seeing behind the girl something flickering, as if there was a light source of some kind. However, I knew that wasn't possible physically.
"Well, well. Just like that, she's gone. I can see the attention span here is like a broken light switch... It never really turns on." I heard the blue-haired boy to my left say. I ignored him, focusing.
"Lie. Only if you lie might you survive. Even then, there's no guarantee."
"Okay, well I'm starting off the introductions whether you guys like it or not. My name is Allen Coiffeur, and I'm a Super High School Level Hair Stylist. Need a new hairstyle? Need advice on your looks? I might give it to ya, that is if I like you." I heard the red-head state matter-of-factly. I snapped back to attention as the flickering seemed to die. "How about you, sweetheart?" The boy gestured to the shy girl on my right, his left.
"Um... I'm Monica Bonillia... And I'm a pretty good song writer I guess. If you need something to play, then you can count on me! I don't really know what to say though... But yeah, I'm glad to be here I suppose. Um..." she somehow managed to spit out. I could see her hands trembling under the desk. I felt a small sting of sympathy. She's like a little rabbit. She may be useful.
"Darling, you're supposed to indicate the next person." the first boy, Allan, gently encouraged.
"Oh, um... I guess you can go next." The girl, Monica, looked at me.
"Goody! Thank you Monica! Teehee, I'm Yuko Ichihara, and I'm a Super High School Level Occultist. Isn't that just dandy! Haha, you with the blue hair! Go ahead!" I blurted out quickly, not wanting the attention on me. I heard a soft, melodious chuckle in my ear.
"Funny how you take a Japanese name while I take a European name. How… ironic~"
"Rayne Firebrand's the name; Graffiti's the game. Hey, that wall has been white for far too long, man. Gotta fix that..." he trailed off before whipping out a spray can from his bag cargo pants and stood up, walking to a wall at random. What an imbicel…
"HEY! I'm next! Don't forget about meeee!" the pigtailed brunette giggled. "I'm Abigail Beasley, and I make toys! I've made them ever since I was little! Daddy and I run the shop together..." The girl trailed off and then suddenly burst into tears. "DADDY! I MISS YOU! WAAAAHHH!" she wailed. Allen rolled his eyes.
"Darling, you didn't have to come to this school... Accepting your admission was a choice. Now suck it up and be happy." he said curtly, cutting her off. The girl's wailing turned into quieter, simpering sobs. Disgusting child… and yet people will mostly coddle and adore you whereas I'm looked at as a freak for what I can do.
"Guys... What do we do now?" Monica asked shyly.
"Sugar, we have a good 30 minutes till we have to be in that Auditorium. The least we can do is get to know our classmates a bit better." Allen snapped at her in reply, still obviously irritated by Abigail's cries.
"Okay then..." Monica whispered, sinking just a touch into her seat.
"Oh my! What fun this is already! Heehee!" I smiled. Soon, the small-talk began. It was a strain to keep the smiling, giggling act. Except for that Monica girl all of you are a waste of air. How disgusting; I want to retch! Melodious, disembodied laughter filled my ears and a intuited sense of caged-in doom settled quickly into my chest.
I will be roughly 3-4 chapters behind Blade of Tribulation, just as a warning, so I don't accidently alter the story. And no, I am not privy to how her story will go; I wait just like everyone else does. XD
