Yubi's Dangandump!

A Liar, My Liar (Omasai) - Chapter One

Such a dark, dark world this was.

I opened my eyes.

...I shouldn't have expected anything more at this point. The white walls of the hospital, the uncomfortable bed I was laying in. I'd been in this hospital for... maybe a week now, separated from everyone... and it drove me mad.

When I'd first awoken, a doctor had explained everything to me. How, as the killing game was just a television show, none of us had truly died. How, as the "participants" of said killing game, we would not regain our original memories due to major mental trauma sustained by the program used. How, as our memories were wiped, we had to remain in this hospital until we could function fine.

At first, it took me a while to realize what was happening... this world was different than what my "fake memories" told me. I couldn't tell whether the doctor were lying, whether she herself were part of Team Danganronpa, and truthfully, nor did I care. I just wanted to see the others again. Gonta... Keebo... even Miu and Kaito...

"Nyeh... g'mornin'," mumbled Himiko from the bed beside me. I didn't bother trying to move my head to look at her.

"Think we'll get to leave today?" I asked, without reciprocating her greeting. I knew it wasn't directed toward me, anyway.

A long silence followed my words. I asked this question every day, and it was never answered.

"Are you three doing well?" a voice asked. Narrowing my eyes, I saw the faint figure of a tall woman.

"Oh, you're awake. Turn on the light already," I snapped.

The doctor didn't speak as she crossed the room and flicked the lights on.

"Thanks," Himiko said. I still didn't understand why Himiko felt the need to thank the doctor -- this woman was keeping us here, after all.

"I must ask you all a few questions... is Saihara awake?"

My gaze flicked to my left, and a small smile crossed my lips when I saw Saihara's form. "Yep," I answered.

The doctor sighed heavily, crossing the room to shake Shuichi's shoulder. "Wake up, Saihara."

...Hmph. It always bothered me when she handled him so roughly. He was the incarnate of kindness and compassion, yet she didn't care at all.

That's right. Shuichi, kindness and compassion. Himiko, creativity and imagination. As for me...?

"NnnnnnngggGAAAH!" Shuichi's groan quickly faded into a scream as he fully awoke. The doctor stepped back, folding her arms sternly as she tapped her shoe against the floor. "I must ask you all a few questions," she repeated.

"Get on with it," I whined.

The doctor shot me a stern look, but chose not to comment. "Firstly... how have you all been feeling?" Her eyes flew back to me. "This question excludes you."

"Meanie," I grumbled, but didn't really mind. It wasn't surprising that she wouldn't care about how I felt.

"Better," said Shuichi.

"Yeah... looooots better," I contributed anyway.

"What they said," Himiko agreed.

"Secondly... Saihara, are your panic attacks getting better?"

Shuichi either nodded or shook his head -- whichever, it was nonverbal, because the doctor simply marked something on her notebook. "Yumeno, did your hallucinations stop?"

"I think so," replied Himiko.

"And Oma-san, are you eating again?"

"...Sure."