((AN:Hey guys! Just wanted to say, thank you so much for being so patient with all of my updates. You guys are the best! :) Anyway, the top picture is what Akemi looks like at the class trial. And the video at the top is the debate music played at each trial. And now, the story. Enjoy!))
-Story Recap-
Akemi:Hope's Peak Academy. My current school and a Hell on Earth, where the only way to graduate...Is MURDER. As long as you don't get caught...You go free. And now Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Singer, is dead. Butchered. The prime suspect is Makoto Naegi, due to the fact that she was found in his bathroom. But I know he's innocent! Makoto couldn't hurt a fly! Nor would he! Now it's time for the Class Trial. If we can't unmask Sayaka's killer in time, we all take the fall! Good luck everybody...We're definitely gonna need it!
-Class Trial (Story)-
Akemi:*Everyone quickly took in their surroundings. The courtroom we were in was very large, and was decorated very expensively. Whoever did it, was going all-out!*
Makoto:Pretty swank for a courtroom.
Monokuma:Goody gumdrops! Took your time, I see! *he was sitting in a large throne.* Be honest. You were expecting something a little less tasteful!
Mondo:*clenches his fists and growls angrily* Screwed up either way, if you ask me!
Kyoko:*turns to Monokuma* Before we start...I have a question relevant to our task. Why the portraits?
Akemi:*I turned to where Kyoko was pointing and gasped as I saw pictures over where Sayaka and Junko would've stood, had they not met their fate. Both pictures were marked over with a red "X", marking that they were deceased.*
Monokuma:Why NOT? Just 'cause they're dead, I'd hate for them to miss the proceedings!
Celeste:And the extra podium belongs to who? Counting our departed classmates, we number 16. So why are there 17 seats?
Monokuma:*waves off the question* You're reading too much into it, darlin'. The extra podium means that this courtroom is tripped out for a maximum of 17 jurors. Speaking of which, that's all the time we've got for pleasantries.
*Everyone took their seats at their respective podiums. Mine was right between Leon and Toko, much to my disappointment.*
Monokuma:Ladies and germs...Time to get judicial!
Makoto:This is jacked up! No one here thinks any one of us killed her!
Byakuya:*smirks*
Monokuma:Be correct I'm afraid, my boy. No room for error here.
Taka:*nods* Right. Everyone close your eyes. If you're the murderer, raise your hand.
Akemi:*I groaned and facepalmed at that statement* Taka...You're a great leader, but that's a stupid idea!
Mondo:*folds his arms* Yeah, that'll flow like an old lady's fart.
Monokuma:*laughs* Enough chit-chat! Let's commence with the beating of your lives!!!
-Classroom Trials...In Session!-
Hina:So, uh...How does debating WORK?
Akemi:Basically, we present our arguments on who did it back and forth. It's just like a debate class in Jr. High.
Hifumi:Knowing where to start's half the battle!
Kyoko:Well, I suggest we begin by consulting the murder weapon itself. See where that takes us.
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Mending a Broken Heart (Danganronpa fanfiction)
FanfictionAkemi Minako, the Ultimate Singer, gets an invitation to attend Hope's Peak Academy. But what happens when what she thought was going to be a normal school year, turns into a Deadly Game? Will she prevail? Find out...Now.
