Your Turn To Despair

One More Participant

    "Shuichi!"

   Saihara smiled, turning in the direction of the voice, seeing Oma and Amami jogging up to him. "Hey. I was afraid you two left without me!"

   Oma beamed, hopping up on his tip-toes and kissing his boyfriend's cheek. "Never without you, precious Shumai! Or at least we would warn you."

   Saihara chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I would sure hope so."

   Amami slapped his back. "You don't need to worry about that at all, Saihara-kun, we love you man."

   "Love you guys too."

   Oma latched on to Saihara's arm as the three continued walking down the street side-by-side. "Anyways, there's a new episode of Danganronpa on in half an hour if you guys want to come back to my place-"

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   Hinata grits his teeth, staring down at the unmoving body of Amami Rantaro, feeling a bout of nausea rising up in his throat.

   "N-No. . ."

   "Why is this happening to us. . ."

   "Damn it!" Hinata curses, turning his head away.

   "Are you okay, Hinata-san?" Komaeda asks worriedly.

   "Of course I'm not fucking fine," Hinata mutters, "Someone just got killed right in front of us!"

   'This shouldn't be happening. . .Why me? Why Amami-san? Why any of us?!'

   "I'm. . .going to go for a little walk. Don't let anyone else follow me, okay?"

   Komaeda nods. "Of course. I will go tend to Saihara and the others then."

   The brunet turns and walks off in the direction of the library, trying to wrap his head around the events of the past day. First, he and Nanami get kidnapped and forced to complete some sort of trial for their lives. And then he meets a bunch of other people who are all trapped in this mysterious building where over half of them play another trial for people's lives. And now they're told they're in a death game where one person has already been killed right in front of them and at least one more is fated to die in some strange voting game?! 

   "This is bullshit." He grumbles.

   'How is Komaeda so calm about a person dropping dead right in front of us? Killed gruesomely right in front of us? Has he been through an insane amount of trauma or something?!'

   Hinata resists the urge to punch the wall. "This entire situation is so stupid. I just want to go home. . .Or wake up and have this all be some sick fever dream." He grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

   "Hey, why so blue?"

   Hinata whips his head around, coming face-to-face with the crazy doll. "What do you want now?" He demands.

   She chuckles. "My, my, someone's in quite the sour mood. And here I was trying to check on you out of the kindness of my heart."

   "Leave me alone."

   "Wow, so rude. Say Hinata," She inclines her head slightly, "Find anything interesting yet?"

   "Fuck off."

   "Hehe, very well. See you at the Main Game, Hinata-san!" She trills before turning and skipping away. 

   ". . .Bitch." He mumbles, continuing to move down the hall. He passes by the library, nearly swearing he can hear some strange voice or noise or something coming from inside.