General Danganronpa Drabbles/One-Shots

Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold

The young man with long black hair and red eyes who was dressed in a black suit had his attention caught by someone who, by all rights, should have been dead already.

How is she still breathing, and why does that question not bore me?

Oh god.. no.. Chiaki.. no..

His slow, methodical walk to the final arena seemed to take no time at all. He did, after all, have a break in his boredom, which quickly got his attention. What also got his attention was her left eyelid fluttering, then opening as she slowly and weakly looked up to him.

"H.. Hajime.. you're.. Hajime Hinata.. right?"

Who?

It IS me, Chiaki, I'm right here! I'm.. grr.. I'm trapped!

"Is that who I was before?"

"I.. I knew it. So.. you don't.. remember, do you? You.. can't remember.. anymore?"

Why is this so important to her?

Because I disappeared to become YOU, asshole.

"It's impossible. My past memories were completely erased."

"No.. anything.. ANYTHING.. is possible. For you.. " She trailed off as she struggled to move her severely injured body to where she could look him in his eyes.

Impossible. How is she still able to move?

It's.. her hope. She's always had hope..

"Come on. If.. if you only try.. things will.. work out.. somehow." She was starting to struggle to stay upright, the injuries to her body too severe for much more life. They both knew this. Yet, somehow, she was able to get on her hands and knees but not without moans of what could only be sheer agony, both physical and emotional. She tried to slowly crawl closer to him, but only succeeded in falling back onto her stomach once more, her breathing becoming heavier. "I'm... done for. I.. I won't be.. I won't be able to.. help you. I.. I'm..sorry."

What could she possibly have to be sorry FOR, and.. why the hell am I interested in hearing what she has to say?

Chiaki!! NO! Please, NO! Don't leave me, I'm sorry too! I'm sorry I abandoned you, and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you said that talent was meaningless. Please, Chiaki.. please, don't.. die.. please..

"Even in your severely wounded and mortal state, you would still try to help and protect someone?"

"Of.. of course I would! Because.. my classmates.. I love all.. of my classmates. No.. no, I don't.. want to die!"

As she struggled to keep her head tilted up, the suited man could see her tears.. and her pain.

Love? Is that even possible anymore?

Chiaki.. I don't want you to die either! Goddamnit, how can I get through to you how important she really is to me!?

"I.. I still have.. things I want to do. I wanted.. I wanted to.. remain classmates with everyone! One.. one more time.. I wanted.. to play.. video games with you.. at the fountain.. "

Play.. games? Ultimate.. Gamer...

You son of a bitch. You and that.. strumpet.. you'll both pay for this.. I'll make sure of it. Chiaki.. don't.. go..

It was too late. Her wounds were too severe, and she used what little strength she had left to make the suited man understand how she felt. As her head gently dropped to the floor, her hair pin fell out of her light pink hair.

I'm going to MAKE you pick that up. She deserved much more than a useless death like this. Oh god.. Chiaki.. you're.. really.. gone..

Without a second thought, the suited man bent to pick up the hair pin, his fingers now lightly coated with the young woman's blood.

It's about time you felt SOMETHING other than boredom, you bastard.

As the long-haired man looked at the hair pin, he felt tears streaming out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

Why? Why do I cry for her? She was.. nothing to me mere moments ago.. yet I'm crying like a baby. Why?

That's because of ME. She didn't have to die, but she did. All to serve HER purpose.

Am I.. hearing things?

No. You STOLE my body and mind, remember? But they didn't wipe all of me out. That means we still have a chance.

A chance? For what purpose?

Revenge. Against HER. Chiaki Nanami didn't deserve this. If I have to force you to remember, I will.

I'm going to assume that by "her" you mean Enoshima. Her plans.. bore me. I just used her to escape. So how far have you thought through this plan of yours?

That depends on you. Instead of a flash fire, this might call for a slow burn. WE need to do this, though. You know it, and so do I. We may not be able to stop her rampage but.. the plan could eventually lead to her demise.

I am.. intrigued. Do go on.

Eight Months Later

We have what we need to take her down. We might as well set the plan in motion.

We may not have to. We're all being hunted already, and for good reason. Once we're captured, which is now a WHEN and not an IF, the plan will be activated.

I hate what they've become.

It won't be much longer.

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A/N: The timing might not be perfect, but this leads back to the Danganronpa 3 anime and up to Ultra Despair Girls. This was so unbelievably hard to write.