Danganronpa 4-Despair Loop

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"Yes. I did it." Yuma clicks on the icon and it leads her to what looks like a shopping mall... the same one on the third floor...
"As you can see, Ayane and I have a way to get to the third floor in a snap... Maybe you need to figure out why? But anyways, we Ultimates are special. We can do the things we can, and we're the very best at it. But why are we here? Why do Ultimates even exist? There are some people, like me, my older brother, and Sayuri, that could do these things when we were born. We're called Prodigious Ultimates... and most people in the world prefer us more than the ones who worked their asses off to become an Ultimate. Those people are called Trusted Ultimates: people who you can trust to be hard working. While I'm a Prodigious, and the rest of you are Trusted, what does that mean? Well, it means you guys need to work harder together." Miana's bright green eyes fixated on the camera.
"You need to help everyone... and I mean everyone. Don't mention my name to Yuki," Yuma rolls her eyes, "and don't push her. You won't be able to fix her, but if you see her working on something, sit in the corner. Build little houses. She'll remember what that means. And Yuma? Get everyone out of there. Please. And don't kill any-" The video cuts off suddenly, the computer screen pitch black.
"W-what? No! You can't be dead!" Yuma jams the power button down with her finger over and over, but to no avail. She was out of luck. In more ways than one.
Yuma stands up and calmly walks out of the door. She sees a shadowy figure walking up the stairs- the lights weren't turned on yet- and she recognizes the figure slowly walking up. She quickly turns around and runs past the lab into the stage area, hiding behind the door. She hears the person walk down the hall... then stops, opens a door, and walks away. Yuma peers out of the door, looking at which door the person entered. As she suspected, the culprit went into the lab. She peeks around the door and tries to focus her eyes.
"C'mon you damn thing! Work! I know you used to!" The figure shouts, causing Yuma to hide even more.
"Ugh. Well I guess I'll just go up then..." The figure struts past Yuma in the shadows, then walks down the hall again. Yuma sneaks out and runs down the stairs, wondering why Izumi was trying to get into the laptop...

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Yuma gets up off of her chair and walks over to her door. She flings it open to see Sayuri standing there, nervously wringing her hands.
"H-hey Yuma... do you want to t-talk for a minute?" Sayuri asks cautiously.
"Oh yeah! Let's go!" They both walk towards the cafeteria, just casually chatting and laughing. They both sit down with certain things to eat.
"So... any particular topic? How about... girls?" Yuma says and looks slyly at Sayuris bright red face.
"U-uh no! W-why would I-i talk a-about girls?" She stammers out.
"Well... correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you have a little thing for the little irish girl..." Yuma smiles as Sayuri's face becomes even redder.
"W-well... N-no! I-i mean n-no!" Sayuri says trying to sound confident, but failing miserably.
"Haha! Well anyways... How did you get your Ultimate Talent?"
"I've always been interested in science, mainly biology, but my dad helped... he's gone though..." Sayuri looks down.
"My parents are gone too." Yuma puts her hand on Sayuri's shoulder. She looks up and manages a weak smile.
"Yeah... I bet a lot of us don't have a parent or two, I-i know Nao said her d-dad's gone too."
"Really?"
"Y-yes."
"Do you know about anyone else?" Yumas asks and Sayuri shakes her head.
"I don't, sorry," She says.
"Hm... what do you like to do for fun?"
"Biology. Y-you?"
"Shooting things." Both of them nod in agreement. They were both Trusted.

"Nao! There you are!" Yuma runs over to the small girl, and she smiles.
"Heya Yuma!" She jumps up from the floor where she was sitting.
"What were you doing?"
"Drawing!" Nao holds up a piece of paper. She's no Ultimate Artist, but the clothing on the people is surprisingly detailed.
"Oh! That's really cool! Why... are you drawing?" Yuma tilts her head to the side, confused.
"I know what helped me through tough times was dancing. I could dance until I collapsed, and everyone liked it. So I thought she'd be the same way." Nao explains sympathetically. Yuma realized that Nao is actually one of the most thoughtful people she knew in this school. She recalled the hugging, the smiles, the silliness, and the caring. Nao tried.
"Thanks Nao. You're so amazing." Nao's face lights up and she squeezes Yuma as hard as she can.
"Thank you... You're amazing too." Yuma smiles widely.
"So, wanna talk about things?"
"Sure!" Nao sits back down. Yuma sits next to her.
"Your Ultimate Talent... don't you think it's unusual?" Yuma asks.
"No, not really. People dance. I guess it's not as popular to Irish dance in America as it is in Ireland. It's just a special type of dance." Nao's face was a little more serious than normal.
"So you dance. Is it for a living like most of us?" Yuma asks.
"Yeah. I teach sometimes. I've also won World 5 years in a row, naming me the Ultimate Irish Dancer. But it was hard getting to where I am now. I was pushed away a lot, normal people aren't nearly as short as I am. But it's okay." Nao sighs sadly and stands up.
"Hey, it's okay. I had to work incredibly hard for my Ultimate too."
"Yeah. But I used to seriously push myself... to the point where I would pass out when I got home. Since my dad died... I had a hard time with life in general," Nao says and starts to walk away.
"Keep your chin up, people in here care." Yuma says softly to Nao's back, slowly getting smaller.
Nao walks away, trying her hardest not to cry. She missed her dad, she missed her mom and brother. But she was still happy. Yuma liked her, Sayuri liked her, Naoto and Chinatsu liked her... but she wanted to make the people hurt happy. She stops, standing in front of the door she wanted to arrive at, clutching her drawing with a small note on top. She places it under the door and knocks slightly. She bolts down the hall, quickly running into her room, and she hears the door slam open, then shut. She smiles. It worked.