(Break) A True Tragedy [Fanganronpa]

Prologue - Anne, Daisuke and Itsuki

Walking around the castle, Midori sought to meet her other classmates. So far, she had met three. According to her letter, there were sixteen students. Excluding herself, that meant Midori had twelve more classmates to meet.
Midori caught sight of someone new, someone she hadn't met. The someone was sitting down on an elegant couch, humming. Midori took the chance, and decided to introduce herself.
"Hello! My name is Nami Midori!" Midori said.
The someone looked up. "Pleasure to meet you, Midori. My name is Anne Jane."
ANNE JANE
ULTIMATE HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL PRINCESS
Anne was petite in stature and olive-skinned, with long black hair and distinctive black eyes. Anne also had greenish-blue eyes that complimented her dress. She wore a long  reddish pink dress with black fishnet stockings and had what looked like tap dancing shoes.
Anne's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! Yes, I am British!" Anne smiled.
"Cool!" Midori complimented, "So what's your talent?"
"Ultimate High School Level Princess! I'm the next heir to the throne of Elizabeth, England's current queen." Anne replied. "It's not that impressive, though. It's normal. Some people just overreact." Anne sighed.
Midori's eyes widened. Was Anne really so oblivious and sheltered she didn't know being an heir to a country with a population of 67,886,011 was more then just 'nothing really'? Anna must of noticed Midori's face, so she quickly said something.
"Oh, right. I didn't realize. You must be a poor commoner." Anne giggled, oblivious to her insult.
"I- excuse me? Anne, that's am insult! A very offensive insult!" Midori scoffed.
"Ohhh. Sorry." Anna apologized with a sheepish grin, allowing her dimples to be seen.
Midori sighed. "Whatever.", Midori muttered under her breath.

Midori walked a little, when she suddenly realized someone had bumped into her.
"Oh my! I am so sorry!"
AINA DAISUKE
ULTIMATE HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL ACTOR
"My name is Aina Daisuke, Ultimate Actor. You?" Daisuke said. 

Midori slightly frowned. Something about Daisuke seemed..off. 

"Nami Midori..Ultimate Journalist." Midori said, trying to sound interested in the conversation.
"It's nice to meet you, Midori." Daisuke smiled, raising her hands up to her chin to connect with each other (basically that one movement Celestia does a lot).

Midori frowned even deeper. Daisuke's smile seemed too...forced to be a smile. Pushing the thought aside, Midori smiled, trying to convey interest in the conversation.
"So, Daisuke, what movies have you starred for?" Midori asked, a bit curious.

Daisuke's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! My biggest movie was Star Wars!" Daisuke piped up.
Midori raises an eyebrow. "Mind telling me the actual name?" Midori said.

Daisuke stiffened. "What do you mean? I did play in Star Wars." Daisuke tried not to snarl.
Midori nodded. Daisuke seems nice, but she's definitely forceful.

Midori and Daisuke said their goodbyes and walked away.

Midori walked a little bit farther when she saw a room. The door was a light brown and stripes across it were dark brown. Midori opened the door and saw a pale girl.

"Er, hi! I'm Nami Midori, nice to meet you?"Midori said.

The pale girl narrowed her eyes. "Haruka Itsuki." Itsuki responded flatly, without emotion.

HARUKA ITSUKI

ULTIMATE  HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAID

Itsuki had small green eyes with long eyelashes. She had brown-greenish hair that lay in a gorgeous french braid. Itsuki wore a white turtleneck, but her sleeves were a transparent white with white dots stitched into them. Itsuki wore a long and thin white dress that almost looked connected to her turtleneck. She had Dorthy's shoes from The Wizard of Oz, except they were black.

"Well Itsuki, it's nice to meet you. I'm the Ultimate Journalist. You're the Ultimate Maid, right? I've heard about you." Midori attempted at starting small talk.

Itsuki narrowed her eyes. "What have you heard?" Itsuki asked, with a cold voice that sent shivers down Midori's spine.

"Um, well, they say you're a really good maid!" Midori complimented.

 "I also heard you were one of Rena Akemi's maids for a while, but then you quit. What's up with that?" Midori asked.

"Rena Akemi was nothin more than an insult to society." Itsuki insulted. Midori gasped. 

"Akemi was faker then America's Donald Trump. Akemi was an idiot. Akemi was a food you'd end up tossing out because it was so bad." Itsuki said, still with her cold and crispy clear voice. 

"Akemi was a waste. That's why. I stopped working for her." Itsuki finished. 

Midori was stunned. Rena Akemi was known for being the nicest singer in Japan, her being anything less was a shock. Plus, Rena Akemi was Midori's favorite artist.

"I think I'll go now." Midori muttered.

Itsuki snorted. "Of course. I didn't expect you to understand the simple truth of people being less then they may seem."