Danganronpa: Ultimate Guardian

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Hello. My name is Azura Otonashi. I am 7 years old. And my life is a living hell. For years ever since I was 5, my father... HIM. He has made me feel nothing but despair. I feel worthless. It's nothing someone my age should be feeling. Let me give you a peek at my childhood.

I haven't left my bedroom in years... if you can even call it a bedroom. It's more like the torture chamber. Or maybe the brainwashing room. Whatever it is... it's hell.

In my "room" is a single, metallic chair that has a wonderful switch that would electrocute me if I wasn't a good boy. Ive been strapped to this chair ever since I was 5. I get force fed leftovers from my father's dinner... if he had any. My baths consist of a single bucket of water thrown on me where Im left on the chair to air dry. My dark brown hair is incredibly long and pratically covers my face.

Back to my "bedroom" though. I've mentioned the chair I've been living on. There's no bed. No lights. The windows in my room are boarded up with large wood slabs. My door is secured with multiple locks. My entertainment is a crappy television that plays the same thing forever. It's burned into my mind. It sends messages to me.

"Protect. Kill. Defend. Protect. PROTECT."

It goes on forever with the weird static. The subliminal messages burn into my mind and rewire me on how to fight, kill, and... protect.

How to be a... Guardian.

Now you may be wondering. Where's mommy in all this? I ask that every day. Now don't get the wrong idea. She has no idea what's happened to her baby boy. She works in another country. She doesnt have time to come home or talk to her family over the phone.

I'm trapped.

Azura Otonashi is trapped in hell.

My door swings open after all the locks are released. Its HIM. He's here to give me dinner. The leftovers. My father is a scientist and I'm his test subject. It's the reason why he wanted a child.

To make the Ultimate Killing Machine.

My father has dark brown hair and brown eyes like me. Except he needs glasses. He tried feeding me. I didn't want it. He hits me and flips the switch. My body goes crazy like and thrashes around as volts of electricity shock my body. I can feel it in my body as I thrash around. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. He flips the switch again and it stops. Steam comes off my body. I'm alive. He wouldn't let his only subject die. No matter how much I beg. No matter how much I want to die. No matter how much I call for mommy. This is what I lived with for 3 years non stop. From ages 5 to 7.

This was true despair.

No more.

Father comes in the room, knife in hand. It was Punishment Time. I don't like punishment. It scares me. But I push the feelings away. He comes close to me and I lunge at him.

I had broken the restraints finally. It took too fucking long. I grabbed the knife with a technique I learned via from the subliminal messages. How ironic that his creation killed him. I stabbed my father. His blood spraying on me. I stabbed again.

And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

Time had passed since I killed my father. Days probably. I then saw her. She came for me. Mommy. She teared up and hugged me tightly. It was weird. I've never been hugged before. I've never been loved before. I felt myself beginning to tear up. Mommy came for me.

She had been informed of the hell I went through. The day I escaped, a neighbor next door saw me leave the house in the condition I was in and she saw everything inside my room and called the police where they saw everything. I was let go. No charges. They called my mom and she dropped everything for me. I was in her custody now. The first thing she did when we got home was cut my hair, clean me up properly and had a buffet where I ate fresh food to my hearts content. I felt an emotion that day that I never felt before. Happiness. I was happy.

I met a woman the day Mother came for me. Her name was Sena Raijin. She was my everything and was like a 2nd mother to me. She homeschooled me with my mother. I even learned my moms name through her. My mom's name was Alice Otonashi.  Sena though was mommy's roomate and friend. She tends to embarrass me so I would show emotion. She knows what I went through. So she tries to bring my emotions back. It would work. Although now I'd get embarrassed easily because of her. Besides her being my teacher and my best friend... she was my mentor. My master. She sharpened my skills from what I knew while I was forced to watch that tv and what it would send to my brain. I always wondered why she knew how to fight and everything.

I'd learn eventually when I was older. She was the first one to give me a nickname. She called me Azu. She found it adorable. I loved her.

When I was 15 she told me everything. She was an Ultimate. She was the Ultimate Guardian. And I was her successor. I was the next Ultimate Guardian.

Although I was saved and my skills were mastered... I was still a bit... messed up. The effects of being Father's experiment was still in me. The words stayed in my head "PROTECT."

Ever since then, whenever the person I had to protect was in danger, I'd protect them. No matter who it was... and no matter who the attacker was.

"PROTECT"

That word screamed out to me before I blacked out. When I regained my vision I had realized it had happened again. My body... my uncontrollable body moved and did what it would do because of my Father. And because of what he made me. I was a Guardian. And I would do anything to protect the one I was hired to protect... even if the person I had to protect was a psychopath named Rin.

Blood soaked my hands.

My whole body shook.

When I regained my vision I was in horror.

"I-Ishi?" I said quietly as I looked in horror.

I had killed Ishi Setsuama.

All because of what Sena had taught me along with what my Father had made me.

The Ultimate Guardian.

-End of Chapter 9: Protect-