Ghost of You [Danganronpa]

08

Children, no older then teenagers, who were more hurt by words then anything else just because they trusted in someone.

<FUYUHIKO>

As the bomb shook the ground, a shuddering crack slicing through the air, I ran, my feet pounding against the coarse ground.

"W-"

The voice that was seemingly close to me died, and I burst into a coughing fit as dirt raked my lungs, a dull ache rooting itself in the pit of my heart.

"Fuyuhiko!"

"People are still calling my name," I muttered, then snapped my jaw shut as I could feel bits and pieces of dirt and sand coat the workings of my mouth.

Another crash rocked my world, plums of smoke rising in heaps of clouds. I ducked my head, accidentally biting down on my tongue and invoking pain (but at this point I preferred it over this), the thud in my ears evident, oh-so evident.

A demon sat on my lungs as I sucked in a breath, focused on holding it until I got out of the range of the worse of dirt and sand.

Someone started coughing beside me, and I looked to the side, my eyes burning to make out something sticking up from a brown mop of hair. "H-Hajime?"

"It's- cough- Makoto," he wheezed, "now, just follow me!"

He stole forward, arms pumping at his sides (although he wasn't that fast) and all I could do is follow at me, a hand clamped over my mouth.

"Hey! Hey! Over here!"

Immediately, I started to veer towards the voice, and I could barely make out the shadow of a hand waving around, fingers stretched up towards the sky. "Makoto!"

The form of Makoto paused, and I saw him look sideways. "What? Fuyuhiko, I'm guilty of this, but we can't just trust someone!"

"Do you want to die?!"

"I think I know what I'm doing!"

"You think," I quoted, then started to sprint towards where the voice had called me.

"Fuyuhiko-! Wait!"

As I neared, I could see details of the person- the way the light caught his hair almost make it seem orange, but I had to guess it was either red or blonde. What seemed like headphones were settled around his neck, white and red. Blue eyes that were brighter then Byakuya's peered at me through the haze, unblinking as he waved me over.

I finally broke my breath as I stopped before them. "You can help me?"

The boy, who couldn't be much older then me, chewed the inside of his lip, knuckles resting on the groove of his hip. "I could," he said at last, a cocky smile playing at his lips before he shook his head. "Sorry, bad habit. Yeah, I can."

Another explosion.

He didn't seem all that fazed, running his hand through his red (I could properly see the color now), spiked hair. "Oh, your friend's coming."

I was about to turn when a hand met my shoulder, and I caught glimpse of brown hair. Makoto straightened, taking his hand off my shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Why'd... y... you run... off...?"

"Good grief, you're unfit," the boy commented, leaning over to peer at Makoto.

As if on cue, both of their eyes widened.

"I know you!"

"I remember you from somewhere!"