Danganronpa: Race Through Time

Chapter I - In the Way

          Jerry Lee Lewis..that was the name displayed on the small screen like surface beside me. It was the first thing I saw when I first came to my senses, squinting to to try and make out the letters in front of me. Was..was I Jerry Lee Lewis? Thinking on it..I have no idea who I am..Im..Im.."

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         "Whats his name..?" I heard a rather hushed yet nervous voice speak from above me.
     "I dunno..wake him up..he looks pitiful like that.." another one grumbled.
          "Is he dead?" A last voice spoke before I jolted awake. It was certainly jarring to see 15 other people standing over you..but it was even more jarring to suddenly remember who I was.
     Im not Jerry Lee Lewis..In fact, my name isn't anything close to that..! I was..Im..Im..

          "Kazuya Yurei..ah..ah..pleasure to meet your acquaintances.." I tried to give some sort of grin to them, although I think it just creeped them out..nothing new for me. Or was it? I was having a hard time remembering. Speaking of new things, my clothing..I was wearing some sort of red jacket and tight black shirt underneath, some short swim trunks on for shorts. What the..what the hell was I wearing? I didn't have much time to think about it, since a boy in a leather jacket came up to me, his messy and curly colored hair somehow neatly tamed and gelled back.
     "You must be some sort of surfer huh..?" He gave an almost tired grin before stretching. "Guess all of us can't get the good end of the stick, can we?" My eyes couldn't help but wander to a golden necklace around his neck, a large circle with a cross through it at the bottom. It rested over an eye shape on his shirt, making it look like one big eye. "Names Asihiro..Asihiro Kouta." He grinned once more.
"You seem mighty calm for someone who woke up in a 50s lookin' diner.." I replied, messing with my swim trunks. Did they really look that bad..?
"Hah! I try, I try.." Asihiro responded, smirking a bit and leaning his feet on the table (he had been sitting down). "Say..whats your talent, Kazuya? You seem too uptight, you can't really be a surfer, can you?" He arched a brow.
"Im..the Ultimate Ghost hunter, why, why?" I questioned back. I'm proud of my talent, even if people think Im crazy for it..they just dont care enough to even try to believe me. They aren't blessed, but its okay.
I took the moment to look around the room. There were 15 other young looking students..presumably of Hopes Peak Academy staring back of me. They were..all in 50s attire. The women with longer hair had it pinned up neatly..some in skirts and aprons, some in pants and a tucked in white top. The guys were all dressed like surfers like I was..or greasers, one of the two. What was going on..? Where were we? All of this to the sound of a Jerry Lee Lewis song crackling from a jukebox on the wall across from me.
My eye couldnt help but wonder to one young man and woman that were separated from the rest of the group. The girl had short and curly black hair, her skin pale..a distinguishing mole on her right cheek. She was dressed in a white top with a pink poodle skirt that stopped at about her knees. She was dancing and swaying almost methodically to the beat, obviously enjoying herself.
Leaning against a wall next to her was the man, taller than most of us, his skin an olive tone. He was dressed in a soldiers uniform, his hat tipped slightly back. He probably wouldn't show it to anyone, but he was smiling slightly as he watched her dance...
However the dance stopped. It stopped quickly too, quickly replaced by the quivering of 16 strangely dressed teenage ultimates as the crackling jukebox turned into an almost unbearable radio static, the screen that was once showing small letters symbolizing what song was playing disappeared until a man none of us had seen before in a suit came out..his hair oddly dyed half white and half black..one of his irises colored red. The man banged on the jukebox a few times before the screen fizzled into black.

"Damn..these things are never reliable these days!" His voice was..too perfect. He pronounced every syllable almost perfectly, his mouth seeming to barely move as he spoke. After a few moments of realizing we were there, he grinned, it was..sickening. "Ah. Sorry to keep you Dolts waitin'..! My names' Monokuma..and Im your headmaster!" The man paused, holding up a hand to silence us before we all burst at the seams with questions. "I know, Im ugly. I usually am not in the imperfect state of human but..a mechanical bear isnt very time appropriate for the 50s, is it?" He gave a wink to crowd, all of us just kind of..staying there. "Speaking of the 50s..I hope you all like it! Its where you'll be spending the rest of your natural lives!" He finally lowered his hand, letting the bombarding of questions begin.
"What the hell—?"
"You cant keep us here—!"
"Why here—?"
Monokuma then silenced us all again. "Before you get your trunks in a twist..there is one way out, and its fairly simple!" He grinned again.