Ghost of You [Danganronpa]

01

<SONIA>

"No way! You're not erasing them from my mind- our minds."

"Akane-"

Cracking her knuckles, Akane Owari took a step forward. "Dunno about Souda and Ha- Izuru, but Baby Gangsta and Sonia ain't forgetting their loved ones!"

Loved ones.

As I laced my fingers together, staring wistfully at the pods which held my comatose friends.

"Akane, Sonia, Fuyuhiko, Izuru, Kazuichi," Makoto Naegi addressed us. "I'm sorry to say that all those in comatose will have their plugs pulled in one week. We are erasing all memory of them from your minds tomorrow."

With his voice wavering, it seemed that he had practiced this in advance.

"Why?" Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu demanded.

"Any memory of Chiaki Nanami and everyone who is in current comatose would be better of erased from the memories of the Remnant of Despair," Kyoko Kirigiri responded, flicking her braid away from her eyes.

"Gh...! No way!" Akane repeated her previous statement, her dark eyes flashing.

Kazuichi Souda followed her suit, slapping the pants of his yellow jumpsuit for emphasis. "Yeah, yeah! We can't just do kazam and totally forget them! Well, unless Miss Sonia's up for it, then I totally am too."

"I stand against it," I spoke, wrapping my arms around myself. "I believe it would be rude of ourselves to forget the lives that are struggling to maintain life in those pods."

"I'm on her side!" As expected, Kazuichi made a hand-gesture at me.

"Izuru, you haven't spoke at all during this discussion," Kyouko noted.

"Stop referring to me as Izuru," Izuru Kamukura- otherwise known as Hajime Hinata spoke, his voice flat.

Despite winning over Izuru in terms of being controlled (the black-haired male only got out when Hajime was overcome by an emotion or panicking because of Hajime losing control), he still carried some of Izuru's characteristics, just like his voice and smile...or lack of the latter.

"I apologize," she replied, although her expression said she didn't really care about it. "Hajime?"

Hajime sighed, dropping his hand from where it had tangled in his dyed-brown hair. "I...honestly think it's a good idea..."

Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi gaped at him. "You're gonna forget Chiaki?!" The latter exclaimed.

"Chiaki and I were never romantically involved," Hajime shot back. "Besides, don't you think we'd be better off without wallowing over the despair of the fact eleven of our friends are trapped in a battle between life and death? It's rare that they'll get out alive. We should forget the whole killing game before they actually die. You know, to stay hopeful."

"Your Izuru and Nagito are showing at the same time," Fuyuhiko muttered.

Akane bristled at the name, but her steely gaze never moved from Makoto's. "We all say no."

"Akane, I just said-"

"We all say no," Akane repeated, glaring daggers at Hajime while threateningly punching her palm with her other fist.

"Like I said before," Makoto said, his eyes glassy with sadness. "We're plugging their pod plugs in one week. Your memories are being removed tomorrow."

"Hey!" Fuyuhiko roared, taking a step towards the blonde heir in the back- Byakuya Togami. "We just said no, dammit!"

"You have no choice, plebeian," Byakuya sneered in return.