Ghost of You [Danganronpa]

09

Things cannot be unseen by the heart.

<AKANE>

I left Nagisa in the hospital room, just like he asked. Stretching, and hearing something pop after being kept in a sitting position, I walked down the hallway.

There was the patter of footsteps, and Aoi appeared at the end of the hallway, her blue eyes wide. "Akane! Have you seen Nagisa?"

"Nope," I lied, adding a grin.

Aoi raised an eyebrow, probably at her confusion to why I was smiling. Picking at my ear with a fingernail, I shrugged. "Told ya, didn't see him since he ran away from Hagakura."

"Hagakure," she corrected me. "Well, thanks! Tell me or one of the others if you see him, okay?!"

With that, she shot off.

"Hey, can we fight later?" I hollered down the hallway.

"Sure!" She called back over her shoulder, skidding to a stop and offering me a quick thumbs-up and a wide smile before she started to run again.

Cracking my knuckles, I started to walk again.

That was when I came upon a door.

Glancing over my shoulder, I realized that I had walked too far without me realizing where I was going and now I was in a hallway I didn't recognize, with its' steel walls hardly polished compared to the rest of them around the building. I could hardly see myself in the reflection, while with the others, I could see myself too easily.

A single door rested at the end of the hallway, with a brass handle and a single word imprinted on the door. PRIVATE.

"Everyone should know that when somethin' says 'PRIVATE', people wanna figure out what it is," I muttered, taking a few quick strides towards the door.

The brass handle was cold to touch, colder then most thing I've felt.

With a deep inhale, I pushed it towards and entered.

The room was dark besides a single screen that was a deep blue in color, green coding floating across the screen with fine detail. I felt around for a light-switch but found none, so I walked forward until my leg bumped into the chair.

Feeling around, I took a seat at the chair, and kicked my legs up, my ankles landing on the surface that was in front of me.

Instead, something clanked on the surface, knocking into another object. I immediately sat up, laughing sheepishly. "Whoops..."

With that, I reached forward, my hands finding a rope and tugged. A small light lit up, dim, and only shed light in a small surface, barely reaching the space around me.

Reaching out, I took the picture frame, which was the object that fell onto the stand of the lamp, and held it gingerly.

It had an aura, one leaking of a tale of pain and grief, so as I examined the thick wooden edges carefully, I had to make sure not to drop it. Someone like Byakuya Togami would have my head if they found out I was in a private room, probably.

Fingers ghosting over the surface, the picture seemed like one of those old high-school photos, something you'd want to keep but at the same time, want to throw away.

A muscular girl seemed to stand in the center of the picture, and I immediately smiled at the thought of fighting her.

She could probably give one hell of a challenge!

However, her smile was gentle, and her hand rested on the head of a (quite) chubby brunet boy, who had some sort of cat-face (like, those ones you use in texts or something? Like a sideways three?) and holding a camera.