Hidden Meanings

Blade's Animal [Dangan Ronpa Idea]

I think I should make another book for my Dangan Ronpa oneshots. Yay. Kuzupeko.

Ever since 2021, where the last furry race of the mountain lion was captured and slaughtered, we have lived in a world of only humans, animals, and bugs.

Witches and wizards were killed. Mermaids were hunted to extinction for their scales. Dragon teeth were sold for a high price.

It's all because of the fact humans wanted to be at the top of the world.

I paused from where I was doodling a mermaid, looking up at the clatter of glass.

"E-E-Eek! I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-s-sorry, p-p-p-please f-forgive m-me! I'll d-do an-an-"

"It's a glass, Mikan," I said, returning to my drawing. I knew it was her, because it was highly unlikely that my other companion would freak out like that.

Mikan Tsumiki had confidence issues. She had been bullied, abused, and set on fire under the suspicion of being a witch. Even now, several years after she was burnt, the burn marks had never faded from her forearms, feet, and collarbone.

She had come to me in fondness of the way I held myself, and my own confidence. But by bit, I hoped that she would go back to being the loving, caring child she used to be, not the insecure girl who was in my household right now.

"B-B-"

"Mikan, as Peko said, it's just a glass. she has plenty others," the other voice was more smooth as she coaxed Mikan.

Sonia was a runaway princess, sent to this town by her mother and father as their kingdom was attacked.

Setting my drawing book aside, I brushed off my leggings and stood, striding to the kitchen where the two stood.

"... And what exactly were you doing?"

On my right, Sonia turned and looked sheepish, a plate held in her hand as bubbles slid down the white surface. In her other hand, she held a sponge.

"Cleaning," she said. "I have never experienced it before by hand, and-"

"We have a dishwasher," I told my friend, inclining my head towards the dishwasher just to the right of my sink.

"I know! But I just wanted to do it."

Without another word, she turned back to the sink, scrubbing viciously as she bit her lip. A strand of her ginger hair (which had originally been a pale blonde, but she had to dye it to hide her identity) fell into her face, but she made no indication to move it as she started to hum.

Mikan was on the floor, shattered glass scattered around her. The tips of her two index fingers were slit, oozing several droplets of blood as she attempted to clean up the bits.

"Mikan, go tend yourself quickly," I commanded. With a yelp, my friend scrambled to her feet and disappeared into the bathroom. Several moments afterward, I could hear the sound of running water.

Kneeling, I swept up the glass, taking great care around the jagged edges. "Sonia, can you get me the broom?"

"Absolutely!"

I winced at the noises of messy rummaging that followed. It was expected- she didn't know the wall my household was organized.