The Irony Will Kill You (Danganronpa 2 X OC)

Prologue

A Nanashi can't live surrounded by the eyes of their peers

I was merely a seven year old child when my father told me that.

Those word kept repeated in my mind, over and over again. At the time I didn't know what he meant by that.

I only understood it after two whole years passed.

I fully understood what he meant when I was standing all alone at the roof of my school. Rain drenched me as I stood near the edge of the roof.

It was a quiet night and any noise that would escape would just be covered by the sound of the rain.

I just stared down below the school. I wonder what I felt during that time, I remember feeling nothing. I didn't frown nor did I smile, I just remained neutral.

Did I hold myself? What kind of emotion did I actually have during that time?

What was it that I hid behind that blank expression?

I turned around and went down the stairs.

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"So tired." I whined. I had just gotten back from my part-time job. It was a really hectic shift. I just wanted to head home and lie down.

Aside from that, It was just another normal afternoon, just an hour before dusk. My apartment building was already being dyed orange, at the time I didn't think much of it but looking back it was kind of poetic.

It was the perfect setting for the beginning of a story. The inciting incident as people would call it.

My apartment was in the second floor, Room 27, to be exact. My apartment building had five floors so it would naturally have an elevator, which I used because I lacked the energy and patience to climb the stairs.

I know It's pretty lazy but I don't care, I'm really tired.

The elevator ride wasn't anything special but I didn't expect that as soon as the elevator doors opened, I would be met with the sight of someone waiting by my front door.

A door to door salesman? Whatever he's trying to sell I'm not interested.

I groaned, dreading the conversation I was going to have. I slowly made my way to the blonde curly haired man holding  down his fedora. He wore a lavish suit which caught my attention.

He's wearing a pretty expensive suit. Doesn't look like he's carrying anything with him.

If he's not a door to door salesman who is he? Hold on. He looks kind of familiar.

Other noticeable things about his appearance were his thin moustache, his goatee and the expression on his face that made him look like he was drunk, plus his face is also redder than normal.

He turned to me and I saw the metal flask in his other hand.

That would explain it.

"Can I help you, Sir?" I asked politely. Earlier I just wanted him to leave as soon as possible but now, I had a feeling he's here for me specifically. Could he be a client?

He hid the flash in his suit and smiled at me as if seeing an old friend.

"Raku Nanashi, right? I'm Koichi Kizakura. Do you remember me by any chance?"