Danganronpa: Hope of the Damned

Chapter One: Period of Temptation (1)

A/n: So uhh I planned on this chapter being longer, like at least 2000 words. But for the sake of my sanity, I decided to post it anyway even though it's only over 1000 words.

Lack of motivation sucks, but oh well. Don't mind the mistakes I probably made, I'm too lazy to proofread.

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Touma collapsed onto the bed and let out a huge exhale. His mind ran a million miles a minutes, still trying to figure out what was happening. His attempts at trying to slow his thoughts down ended in vain, and now he just laid on a bed for another sleepless night. Probably for many more. Who could sleep when things had gotten so crazy? And this "killing game" hadn't even started!

Ichika certainly didn't make things better. Especially with the way he tried to provoked everyone.

The boy began to recall what had happened in the past few days. They were all still fresh in his mind, and he'd later find that they would haunt him as long as he remembered.

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The speaker in Touma's room blasted loudly, causing the boy to wince and hold his ears, "Good morning, my disgustingly beautiful lovelies! I have a heart stopping announcement to make! Please meet me at the chapel at your earliest convenience!"

Silence filled the room after the speaker went quiet. The lavender-haired boy was relieved to not hear that annoying voice, though it was only temporary. He didn't want to get out of bed, feeling like a zombie who had just been brought back from the dead. But he didn't have a choice, who knows what that psychotic tiger had planned. He didn't want to burden anyone either, especially the impatient ones.

Kurai was like walking on eggshells but she was easier to talk to once she's cooled down. Yuuya was just... Touma wasn't going to continue that thought. He was afraid Hisaya would kick down his door and end up at the end of the barrel. And Shizuya... Touma shivered at the intimidating stature and gaze. Luke didn't speak Japanese, but he could still get his point across with his overwhelming aura. And Tachi! He seemed like a patient person, but the ordinary boy was afraid to make someone like him wait for a long time. Why did he have to have such intimidating people as classmates!?

Using that as motivation, the ordinary boy quickly got out of bed in fear of having to suffer from their wrath. Whether it was silent didn't matter the least bit, they were indescribably terrifying. It was still a mystery as to how Touma ended up having such a strange group of people as his classmates.

Doing his routine quickly, Touma scrambled out of his room only to bump into Tachi. He jumped and apologized profusely. The prince tilted his head and chuckled.

"Please don't apologize, Kyoshi-san. It can't be helped. Be glad it was me you bumped into."

The lavender-eyed boy sighed in relief, "I am. Everybody is difficult to approach. Even Minori-kun, and he's the easiest to talk to."

"That's understandable. His energy is a little overwhelming at first but he's very likable," Tachi chuckled. "But everyone else seems like an interesting bunch. Maybe you should take some time to know them. You never know what you could benefit from them," he winked at Touma before walking ahead.

The slightly shorter boy blinked before scrambling to catch up with the pink-haired prince, not used to being in the presence of someone so regal.

On the way to the chapel, they bumped into Tadame, Seiko, and Misaki and had a small, friendly chat with them. Walking past them were Hana and Eri, not once talking to the group or even glancing at them. Ichika walked beside Kurai as he purposefully provoked her, causing the slightly shorter girl to throw a punch. He dodged and giggled until Touma landed in his sights. The arsonist smirked and winked at the ordinary boy, causing him to turn away to hide his bright red face. After arriving in the chapel, the others poured in shortly after.