Danganronpa x Reader Short Stories 💕

Forgotten • Rantaro Amami

(Rantaro survives longer in this AU - Y/N replaces Kaede)

Rantaro's POV:

Another trial had ended, and none of us could be happy with the outcome; we'd now lost Korekiyo, Tenko, Angie... and now Kirumi and Ryoma. We stood outside the Shrine of Judgement, unable to speak or even move.  I glanced around at everyone, and nobody seemed to be mentally present anymore... they were empty. Except of course, for Kokichi (who'd now been telling jokes, got bored and left), and (Y/N). She wasn't malicious about the deaths in any way - she just didn't remember. I know, it sounds ridiculous to put it like that, but being the Ultimate Amnesiac, she often forgot things that happened, even if they'd just occurred.

Since we arrived, we'd been hanging out together and even investigated cases together. It was nice to be able to trust someone so much, even if she forgot who I was pretty much daily - sounds like a plot to a movie I've seen... hm. But anyway, (Y/N) was by far the best person here - trustworthy, kind, forgiving... even to the killers. She made good friends with everyone here, but they all had the same problem as I did with her - almost every day I'd have to reintroduce myself and start our friendship all over again.

"Rantaro~! Are you alright? Everyone's left already, why are you still here?"

Y/N POV:

He was staring into space; probably just thinking about the trial. None of us expected that to happen, for her to try and escape the punishment. It was a noble effort, sure, but you'd think we would all know by now resisting it is pointless....

I felt bad when the next day while everyone was in mourning, that I would have no recollection of the trial or the victim themselves. It always made me a suspect in trials, as I could've easily committed murder without remembering it the next day. Rantaro was the one to stop them all from pressuring me though, since they'd often yell at me if I'd forgotten something. He would stay with me, so that I'd always have an alibi. The only problem was that I could only remember his face every morning; he would have to reintroduce himself every time, because while he always looked familiar, I'd forget mostly who he was.

Rantaro was the only one I'd have any memory of though, which was probably because we spent the most time together. I couldn't understand why he even tried to deal with me, as he knew I wouldn't remember him the next day. One of the many reasons to absolutely hate my Ultimate, as the Ultimate Amnesiac. This was more of a curse than a blessing, I can't even remember how I was scouted for it. And those flashback lights didn't help me any - those memories would be long gone by the time my head hit the pillow.

Don't get me wrong, of course there are some things I'm capable of remembering: the fact we're in a killing game being one of them. No matter how you look at it, or who you are, there's no escape from the reality that I was in a killing game.

When I spoke, I must've startled Rantaro, as his head shook a little as if he was snapping out of a daze. This would happen often, as he kept a lot of thoughts to himself - like someone would listen in or something. I wasn't sure why he trusted me so much, as he would usually run through his thoughts with me. Maybe it's because he knew that I'd just forget...

"—hm? Oh, (Y/N)! Yeah I'm fine, just... honestly, it's hard to see your friends dying all the time. You know that I won't let anyone hurt you though, don't you? We'll survive this killing game, and I am going to end it."

He sounded so confident in his words it made me almost a little scared of him. Like he would do anything and everything to end all this, to protect me and himself no matter the cost. When he said it was hard to see friends die though, I couldn't sympathize; I knew people had died, but I'd forgotten who they were... I must have looked a little guilty or something, as Rantaro pulled me in and held me.

"You have nothing to be sorry for - none of this is your fault. If it weren't for you during those trials, whether you remember it or not, we would all be dead right now. I'm not gonna lose you, not today, tomorrow or ever."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder - it felt pathetic to be doing this, but Rantaro insisted that it was okay to just let it happen. Eventually, I'd run out of tears to cry; he carried me to my room and laid me on the bed. I was still awake, but I pretended to be asleep just so he'd care for me.

He sat down on the bed, and was stroking my hair - he was talking about ending the killing game to protect us all, and me.

"-and I know you won't even remember me tomorrow, or any other day, but I wish you could just remember that I love you..."

And with that he kissed my cheek and got up to leave. He was turning the door handle when I shot up to stop him.

"Rantaro, you... you love me?"

He looked at me a little flustered, his face turned red against his mess of fluffy green hair that had swept in front of his eyes. I don't think he was wanting me to hear that...

But even so, he came back to the bed and sat down, before kissing me properly this time and not answering my question - our kiss lingered in the air for a moment... until I felt faint and blacked out.

Rantaro's POV:

Even when she was unconscious, she was truly beautiful- but I knew that whenever this happened, when she opened her eyes she would forget all about this. It was pretty much the same routine every day, except that each time I somehow loved her even more. Call it a fools dream, to think she would love me back and actually remember me - but I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I tried hard enough she someday would.

She laid in her bed, and I looked on just thinking about how this always happened; we'd kiss, she'd go unconscious and forget it all the next day. I kept trying though, holding onto some kind of hope that one day she'd remember at least my name.