Danganronpa Oneshots

Korekiyo x Rantaro x Angie

What could be more beautiful than faith?
The human desire to trust in a great unknown, to hold such a fragile thing in their mind and yet, to have their faith broken once it's been shown as true. It was an impossible concept for Korekiyo to grasp and even if he could, he feared that he would break it. This is why he stayed in the doorway watching despite knowing that he was welcomed.

His gaze drifted along the stream of sunlight coming from the room behind him an there it pooled in a golden lake of faith that the dam of his doubts could never quite repress. Despite his shadow, faith still shone on their faces. He studied them critically as he'd taught himself to do from a young age when feeling alone. Detach. View people from a distance. He let his eyes fall on the washed out green boy.

Korekiyo exhaled softly as he observed him. The way that Amami's smiles held all of the haziness of a late Sunday morning and how he still rubbed sleep out of his eyes whilst smiling despite having been up for hours; he made himself seem as if he were lesser but his lazy movements betrayed his facade. Rantaro was exactly where he needed to be.

And then her. Every drop of sunlight seemed to flock towards her and sink into her pores as she softly glowed. He studied the angle of her elbow and the tilt of her head as she rested it upon her hand and then, like a loaded spring trap, she'd move, laughing delightedly at the predator beside her that she knew she had complete control over. Her birdlike bones shifting under the softest cinnamon skin.

It struck him that they could be more beautiful then faith - no- that they were perfect allegories for it, trusting in something so different from themselves. The anthropologist turned away, realising that he was darkness in their sunlit love but they called to him in pitches riddled with faith.
"Hm?" He responded "Whatever could I have done to deserve you?"

He kisses her forehead, white hair filling his vision with the light of faith and holds onto the survivors hands, leeching them of their golden warmth. They pull him down, bony fingers tugging above the blue that curls into veins and there they lay; drowning in pillows. Three separate entities, alone but united in the faith that falls in sunlight, bleaching even Korekiyo's darkest cloth.