Danganronpa Decadence : A Present Waiting To Be Found

Kiyotaka Ishimaru : A Russian Roulette.

EDIT : THIS IS A FUCKING MESS. I WROTE THIS AT 3AM DON'T COME @ ME ZGSEHDHFH didn't edit this yet btw lmaoo

Warnings : mild gore & angst
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He rang your doorbell and stood infront of your dorm, patiently waiting in silence. Waiting for you to answer it, but you never came to. So, he decided to act on it, thinking he'd regret it later and apologize a dozen times if he were to walk on something inappropriate or unacceptable to look at.

He let out a stressed sigh before going to knock on your door, but before he could do so, he noticed something peculiar; your door was left slightly ajar. Which was quite unusual, since you were often paranoid of someone coming in and.. murdering, you... No, no, that'd never happen. You're safe, and he'd see you on the other side peacefully sleeping like there was no tomorrow, and you two would later hang out together like every other day, as per usual! Right?..

With that heart-warming thought in his mind, a genuine smile made it's way onto his face before he went to open the door. That was both a mistake and a regret he would never forget for the rest of the days he'd spend on this cruel earth, for what he saw would be forever embedded in his mind.

You were there, yes, but you were dead. Your body, cold and unmoving. Your beautiful ashen face held a small smile THE KNIFE. THE KNIFE. while your stomach was slashed open with a pocket knife you had found while wondering the school grounds. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. Your eyes were a lifeless, dull e/c, nothing compared to that star-like sparkle that was once present in those e/c eyes he adored so much. THEY'RE GONE. YOU SHOULD HAVE NOTICED SOONER. The person he loved, admired and wished to escape with someday was now gone, stripped away from him.

He wanted to believe it was a murder and not a suicide. He really did, but the note neatly folded on your bedside table contradicted to that white lie he had told himself over and over again.

Why did it have to be you? Why did you have to carry all this weight by yourself? Why did you take your own life?

"Y..Y/N?.. you, stop with this nonsense. This- this is surely a joke, right? Like what you just taught me yesterday! Jokes are all meant to be laughs and gags.." his voice croaked out, desperate for an answer he'll never receive.

His throat tightened up and tears started to obscure his vision. He just wanted to hold you in his arms again, to hear your voice, to see your smile, to look into your loving eyes once more. He didn't even get to say goodbye. "This.. this isn't funny.." he murmured to himself, standing there for a minute. A minute where he tried to gather all his thoughts and himself together.

He went into the bathroom and took out a rag and placed it in a bucket of lukewarm water. He then approached your limp body, trembling with every step he took, his chest rising and falling at a rapid and irregular pace.

He kneeled in front of you how he longed for your touch and began wiping the dried blood on your face, stomach and hands. He continued this process until you were no longer covered in it. But that left Taka with a uniform coated in the liquid, though he couldn't care for that, he just.. he just wanted to hold you, one last time. He prayed for this to be one of your heartless and silly pranks, for you to wake up and tell him that it was all fake. Though he knew that it'd never happen, he could only hope.

He scooped your limp body into his arms and brushed your hair out of your face, going in to kiss your forehead as the tears streamed down. Not even a second later, he found himself sobbing and latching onto your body. As if you were his last ray of hope.

His wails attracted a crowd. They piled in, one after another gaping at the scene before them. Would Taka do such a horrible thing to the person he's loved till now? If so, then why? The whispers of the group floated about, leaving the room with a bitter taste.

Byakuya was smirking, already creating countless theories and speculations in his head. How was he going to make the trial more exciting?

The place reeked of blood and overwhelmed each and every single person in the room. They silently stood there, some petrified, some filled with rage, some passed out while some already started the investigation.

Aoi let out a pained shout. "WHO DID THIS!? WHO'D DO SUCH A THING!!?" She rushed over to Taka, and attempted to console him, she too was grieving for her friend like many of the others in the room. She took a deep breath and turned towards the group.

"ANSWER ME!!-" "Asahina."

Sakura interjected. She took a few steps and stopped in front of the table with a curved finger pointing to the letter left on the desk. She tried her best to get a hold of herself for the same of everyone, but a few tears managed to break through.

Everything was answered for her, for everyone. There was no need for a class trial for the unacceptable and heartbreaking truth had already been in the letter itself.

But what if.. that letter, wasn't what Y/N truly wrote. What if, a certain person tempered with the evidence again to shake things up a bit, what if Monokuma switched the letters with something much more.. vague and empty, just because they didn't write what they were told to? What if, this was all set up to make them all believe it was a suicide when it truly was a murder. All these mysteries, questions, doubts, wonders and speculations will all be clear once the trial begins.

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Needless to say, Taka would never act like himself nor feel the same way about a person, ever again.

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