Ghost of You [Danganronpa]

04

People believe that if you haven't met someone before, or recognize their face, it's impossible for them to be in your dreams.

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White.

White, like fallen snow on a clear night. That was the hue of the vast area before me- a sheet of white, and nothing else.

It wasn't cold, like I had suspected- instead, warmth enclosed me on all sides, wrapping me in a bubble. I smiled to myself, wound my arms around my body, and closed my eyes.

The moment of silence was scarce, for a few seconds later, the clop of boots against pavement caused my eyes to flick open.

There, standing quite a distance away, was a man I had never seen before.

In Novoselic, my kingdom believed that you have to know someone, recognize their face, know at least their features to see them in a dream. But the man was no one I had ever met, with dark hair slicked back, sliced with grey.

His eyes were demanding, fierce- narrowed, as if analyzing me. One of his eyes were grey, just like the streaks in his hair, but the other was a startling red.

He was darkness in the canvas of white, offering some shade and color to the painting.

"Greetings!" I called across to him. "Are you, perhaps, a ghost?" My knees almost wanted to give out in excitement at the thought.

He only cocked his head, lips curving into a slight frown just before he shook his head.

"A demon?"

This time, that question got a reaction from him. His eyes widened, and several noses- three, I believe, poked out of his scarf, which was wound around his neck and shoulders.

"You are a demon?" I exclaimed, clasping my hands together, my body trembling with excitement. "Tell me, what is it like-

Just like that, the man turned his back, exposing the strange symbol on the back of his black trench-coat. I frowned at the sight of the pixels, trying to burn it into my mind so I could, possibly, look it up later on Future Foundation's web.

The white collapsed, giving away to the cracks of black that spread instantly, shattering into shards of glass that were tinged with white. Instantly, darkness ate away at all the light that was remaining, including the man.

I was left standing in a pit of oblivion, and the ground gave out below me.

A scream rose from my throat without me realizing it as the boiling heat of the volcano that suddenly appeared beneath my feet. I closed my eyes and waited, waited for my pounding heart to stop beating and be consumed by the lava entirely.

A screeching noise sliced through the air, as if it was butter.

All heat disappeared entirely, replaced by cold air, and I jolted awake, banging my head on the lamp post just above my head.

"A dream, yes..." I murmured, rubbing tentatively at the spot where I hit my head.

Another scream, followed by a loud yell. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

The voice was male.

The fear and panic was heard clear in their voice, and what was also clear was the thumps in the room who shared my left wall- Hajime's room. I removed the sheets quickly, dressed in a simple white nightgown provided by the lovely Aoi Asahina, and dashed out the door.

"Fuyuhiko? Akane?!"

The former was on the floor, his hands propping him up as he took quick, uneven breaths. Someone had turned the light on in the hallway, which caused me to squint.