Game of Mutual Killing (A Dangan Ronpa fan fiction)

Prologue

           Hope's Peak Academy... A school for only the best students. Graduation is said to none but guarantee success in life. In order to enroll you must meet two qualifications: 1. You must currently be enrolled in High School. 2. You must excel in your field of expertise. There's no application process, as all students are scouted out by the academy for their great talents.

And yet, there I was, standing before this amazing school. It's a bit clichéd but I'll start out by introducing myself. My name is Aiko Kasai. I'm a pretty average person. I'm not talented at much of anything, I get normal grades, and I'm certainly anything but interesting. I tend to like things that everybody likes. Yup, I'm pretty boring, especially compared to the people I expect to see at Hope's Peak.

Last night, I read up on the new class arriving. There's an Ultimate Fashion Designer, Pop Artist, Model, practically anything you'd expect to be popular. Then there are the others, such as the Ultimate Gangster, Street Artist, Soldier, etc. I feel like everyone in my class has an entire fan base besides myself. I seem pretty out of place, but I suppose that's normal, considering that I was chosen randomly to come to this school. It could have easily been someone else to join the Ultimates.

But I'm not complaining. Far from it, actually. I'm honored to go to Hope's Peak. As I said, it's a school that anyone would want to go to. But I was chosen, and I feel like I don't deserve it. Oh well, turning down this opportunity would be stupid, right?

I was supposed to meet with the other students at 8:00. Right now, it's 7:45. I came a little bit early, but I was nervous because I tend to be late for classes... Oh well, I'd better enter, it's better to be early than late. But as soon as I entered into the school, I felt instantly dizzy. I tried rebalancing myself, but I fell over, with no one around to help me up. I must have hit my head on something as I fell, because I blacked out. When I woke up, I wasn't in the entrance hall anymore. In fact, I was in a classroom, sleeping on a desk.

I stood up, and assessed my surroundings. The classroom I was in was pretty normal; chalkboard at the front of the classroom, desks in rows, and iron plates on the walls. Wait... Iron plates on the walls?! They seemed to be in the place of windows. Why would the windows be covered? But the iron plates weren't the only thing out of place. There was a camera near the front of the classroom. I simply put it off as a security camera, but it still freaked me out. Nothing else in the room was that noteworthy. In most aspects, this was a normal classroom... After looking around the classroom, I decided I should head back to the entrance hall. Maybe the other students would be there by now.

As I stepped into the hall, I noticed that this section of the hall was bathed in a sickeningly pink color. I ignored it, though, and searched for the entrance hall. I eventually found it after discovering where the gym was. I stepped into the entrance hall, and there they were, the rest of the students, all standing around the hall. "Uhm, hello. I'm sorry I'm late..." I said out loud. My classmates all turned their attentions toward me, and I felt nervous as they stared.

"That's quite alright, as long as you're here now!" One of them, a short girl with wavy, short, jet black hair, said. She was wearing a light grey blouse with a white collared shirt underneath it, adorned with a pink bow, which matched the one she had in her hair. She also had on a grey plaid skirt and long, white socks that went up to her knees. Her eyes were a deep blue color, and she had a young looking face, making her, might I say, rather cute.

"Well, now that everyone's here, we can discuss the situation." Another one of the students, a boy with dark brown hair, said to the rest of us. He was standing rest next to the black-haired girl. He had on a blue button up shirt, and he had blue highlights in his hair. He was also wearing a dark blue beanie, with assorted pins stuck on it. He looked like a hipster, from what my limited definition of what a hipster looked like.