A Sleeper's Destination

-Bonus Chapter-

A/N: I decided to do a bonus chapter, I might do these every once in a while. This is completely canon. It's basically Ouma's and Achikita's meeting, but from Achikita's perspective. Bonus chapters will be shorter than actual chapters. Hope you all enjoy! ^^

"I'll be there in a little bit, Izana. I'm nearly at the cafe, can you wait just a little longer?" I laughed gently as I held the rectangular phone to my ear. I heard a faint humming coming from the other end of the phone. The cold metal of my phone sat gently in my had, partially because I never bothered to put a case around it. I continued to walk ahead, even while I was on my phone, my eyes scanning and analyzing everything around me. All the small talk surrounding me, the little interactions, or strange actions of others memorized in my brain. My sneakers hitting across concrete registering as a constant blaring sound.

"Of course I'll wait! I was just hoping that you would be here a little early. . . Then again, I guess you've always been punctual. Not early. I was just hoping the allure of sweets would entice you into arriving before hand~!" Izana teased near the end. Her silvery singsong voice coming out clearly through the phone. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait! I haven't seen you since you went over seas to visit your Dad! Anyways, I'll see you when you get here, Cream Puff!" Izana cut off the phone call, using her odd nickname for me near the end. Sighing, I started to put my phone away, pausing in my movements. As I put my phone in a deep pocket in my sweatpants, I was suddenly pushed with a strong force.

I closed my eyes as I hit the ground, hearing a groan from above me. Opening my eyes, I stared back at a pair of violet ones. I was honestly in shock, since I usually notice things like this before they happen. I guess my insomnia was effecting me more than I thought, huh? The boy staring at me, who had rather young like features, was staring at me in pure mortification. His royal purple hair seemed to defy gravity. He was wearing a black t-shirt, with a worn red jacket over top of it. His pants were white, and he was wearing a pair of checkered sneakers. He was also sickly pale, concerningly so, not that I could say I was any better. The boy seemed to be in too much shock to actually do anything, so I gave him an amused smile. How did I not hear him before he ran into me?

"Mind getting off of me?" I inquired, my voice coming out in it's usually honeyed tone. Most seemed to think I was using a fake voice when talking to them like this, even though this was naturally how I sounded. The boy flushed a little in embarrassment, before hurriedly scrambling off of me as if I was acid. I laughed lightly from the boys actions, even if I was still a little perturbed by the fact that I didn't see him coming. His nervousness was still amusing, not that I wanted to scare the boy off. I got up, stretching lightly, a yawn leaving my lips. The never ending feeling of tiredness never leaving me. Examining the boy in front of me, he seemed younger than me, but he still looked as if he was in high-school. Maybe a first or second year? But I suppose he could still be a third year like myself, but I severely doubt that.

"I-I'm sorry, I hadn't been paying attention to where I was walking." The boy stuttered out an apology, his voice as innocently impish as it could be. He looked like a kicked puppy that was getting scolded for destroying the couch. The sight, while cute, unnerved me a little. Why is he so skittish? Maybe that's why I didn't notice him? No, that's no excuse. Putting my thoughts to the side, I raised an amused brow at the boy before placing my hands in my hoods pocket.

"I could say the same for myself, if I had been paying attention this wouldn't have happened." I dismissed his words easily enough. ". . . It's my fault for not noticing. I'm usually more observant than that. . ." I muttered to myself. The boy looked at me confusedly, a pout on his lips. He probably didn't hear my muttered words, not that it would make any difference to me if he did. "Why were you in such a hurry anyway?" I added curiously. The boy bit his lip, taking a glance behind him. More specifically at the looming building behind him. The Team Danganronpa building. Today was the last day for auditions there, the thought of the show filling me with disgust. I briefly wondered which poor bastards would get picked for the show this time. Not that it would effect me, since I'm not auditioning. Not that my stalkers seem to appreciate that. I looked towards the side, seeing the people that have been following me for the past few days now, before directing my attention back to the boy in front of me, who was fidgeting nervously. "Ah, the Team Danganronpa building." I sighed, snapping the boy out of his daze. He visibly winced, probably expecting me to start saying profanities to him, since most of the world was utterly obsessed with the show now. My expression shifted, displaying my clear annoyance from the prospect of ever liking the sickening show. "I'm not a fan of the show either. Honestly, I find it disgusting. I'm assuming that's why you were running anyway, unless I interrupted your action's wrong." My words came out a little colder than I wanted, but I waited for the boy in front of me to answer. His eyes held an unbearable guilt in them.

"N-No you're right. I can't stand the show either." The boy responded. I don't think he was lying. Dissipate the stutter, his tone was firm. Did he audition for the show? I thought this over for a moment, it was certainly a possibility. There was a small amount of people that audition for the show for the money, usually because they were so desperate, they didn't know what else to do. My eyes softened as I looked at the boy, since that was probably along his reasons. I would never truly know, unless I asked him. Not that I was going to do that. I gave the boy a reassuring smile, trying to reassure him. It was clear his own guilt and anxieties were eating away at him.

"Yeah, it can get extremely gruesome." I summed up, wincing at the memory of some of the footage I've seen of the thing. Shaking my head, in an attempt to ignore the violent images in my head, I continued to smile. "Anyways, I need to get going. I promised someone I would meet up with them later today." I informed, giving the boy a lazy wave of my hand. I began to walk off, heading for the cafe that I had attended to go to in the first place, before I had been interrupted.

~*~

Arriving at the cafe, the bells jingled as I stepped in. Glancing around, my eyes zeroed in on the girl looking like she was about to explode from excitement. The girl herself was someone of chocolate skin tone, even darker tones making up freckles across her face. Carmeled colored eyes shined in wonder as the girl memorized the colorful menu. Her wine colored permed hair seem just as bouncy as the girl's personality was sure to be. She was wearing a yellow sundress, with white pumps. A smile stretched across my lips at the familiar sight, as I approached the girl. She was sitting in a booth, which I easily slide in, across from her. She looked up, squealing from the sight of me.

"Hey there, Cream Puff!" She cheered. She looked down at her white leather watch that was wrapped around her wrist, before she looked back up at me. The menu already being layed back on the table. "Right on time, as always. For a moment, I thought you were going to be late! But I guess I shouldn't have worried." Izana giggled. I gave her a rueful smile. Still painfully aware of the people stalking me, and the earlier encounter I had today.

"Yeah, 'course. Anyways, why did you suddenly want to meet in a cafe anyways?" I asked. She smiled at me mischievously, placing her hands on the table. Which revealed her yellow painted fingernails.

"Right! I was wondering if you could help me with planning a party. It's for Sora-kun! You know how he loves puzzles, and I'm more than positive enough that you're clever enough to come up with enough puzzle and riddles to stupefy him! I'm sure he would love the challenge! I was also wondering if you would come for his birthday, I promise that I won't let anyone spike the drinks. . . I know you've been a little reluctant to come to my parties ever since. . . But I promise I won't let it happen again! So will you come?!" Izana asked with hope filled eyes. She looked like an excited puppy.

"It's fine, I'll come. . . I guess I wasn't really subtle about it, was I? Sorry, Izana. . . I'm sure Kyoboyashi-san would kick out anyone that tried to spike the drinks anyway, so no worries." I gave my friend a gentle smile. Memories from multiple nights not forgotten flashing through my mind.