Danganropa: Still Tides

Chapter two

"Took you long enough, Moto." A girl with dark blue hair criticized. She was beautifully dressed. Her long hair seemed to be so silky and heathy. It was done up in a high ponytail that was slightly to the side. She wore a slightly see through shirt with a pencil skirt and blazer. High heels completed her look. She was dressed all in white.

"Sorry.. I got a little caught up." Moto looked around the room, counting the people in front of her, "is Sato still gone?"

While Moto conversed with the girl who had a beautiful sense of style, Fujiyoshi wandered off to do the same. She was quite the communicator. I suppose I should take this time to do the same. People had formed into small groups. Or at least some of them had. Most were off to the side doing their own thing. I should start off with the bigger groups then take on the loners.

I walked towards a group of three. Two.. three? I wasn't able to distinguish the gender of the third. They wore a stunt suit and a giant red helmet covered their face. The boy next to them looked like they went to some stuck-up prep school. The kind you see in dramas or romance shows. A sweater vest with a button up underneath. The man was clean. He mainly wore three colors. Green, red, and a dark brown that could be mistaken for black. He had dark red hair that was swirled to the right of his face. The tallest of them all looked like he had just come back from some sort of blizzard. At least another layer or two could be seen from underneath his light jacket. He wore a scarf with baggy pants and boots too. I guess he didn't get to see how beautiful it was outside yet.

"Hey there!" I introduced myself enthusiastically. The three turned to look at me. The closer I got the more I realized how short the one in red was. They had to be at least three inches shorter than me. Though, they were the first to respond.

"¡Hola! ¿Cómo te llamas?" They said enthusiastically.

I stared back in confusion. I hadn't learned many languages nor did I pay attention during my English lessons. But that definitely wasn't English. The boy in the sweater vest must've noticed the awkward look on my face.

"They said Hello and asked what your name was." He answered back. He didn't hold a monotone voice but it definitely was flat. I couldn't say I found much emotion in his voice though. His face was so smooth. Not a single bump or freckle covered his face. Like a model.

"Oh, okay. I'm Fukumoto Saichi. I'm the ultimate Journalist. It's nice to meet you.. all three of you actually." I smiled at the trio. Trying to give off at least a friendly impression like Fujiyoshi. I couldn't strangle information out of them.. then again.. no.

The boy whispered something in the ear of the red helmet person to which they nodded back. He must've translated what I said.

"I.. am.. Jimenez Ana." They pronounced the words slowly and carefully. Like a child learning how to read. "Ultimate... stunter."

A stunter. That made more sense.

"I'm Hara Junpei. I'm the ultimate translator. Though I would say it's quite lucky Jimenez ended up here with me. Isn't it?" They looked over at Jimenez who had started to mess around with the boy in winter clothing. He had a Greek nose and baggy blue eyes. Looks like he hadn't slept in a while.

"¡Señor tranquila es, Suzuki Naoto! La narradora definitiva." They pulled at the taller boy's jacket, pulling him down to almost meet their eye level.

"Let go of me!" The boy demanded. To which Jimenez simple snickered back at him.

"As Jimenez said, that's Suzuki Naoto. He's the ultimate storyteller." Hara explained peacefully, before he turned his attention to his other companions, scolding them like children for bickering. It reminded me of my own family in a way. Me and my sister would always bicker at each other like that.