A Danganronpa Story (Book One)

Chapter One: A New Hope

A boy with messy, short brown hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a young face woke up in his bed. A boy named Makoto Naegi.

He layed on his bed, thinking of nothing. For a few weeks now, whenever he fell asleep, he always woke up uneasy. Which is odd considering that others always woke up comforted in their natural environment, which in Makoto's case, would be his bedroom.

A door in the middle in front of him. Mint green walls surrounded him, an dark oak desk to the wall that was to Makoto's left, and two windows with white silk curtains, a filled trashcan and a few dirty clothes on the floor.

His floor was made out of a lighter wood, and a white, squared carpet was in the middle of his room.

His bed was pushed up against the wall to the left when you walked in, covered by a white sheet, and a thick, nature green blanket and three, small, dark green pillows. A bedside table with an alarm clock that read: 12:03 PM, and a small lamp that was turned off.

The sun was shining through the windows, the autumn air made everything cold.

Makoto layed on his back, mind wide open. As he layed down he began to smile.

He was happy to be back home. In a world of peace and hope. In a world where you don't have to kill your friends just so somebody could feel despair.

Makoto then closed his eyes, and all of those memories at Hopes Peak Academy came back. He saw flashes of all his friends being murdered by their trusted classmates, and their killers later being executed by the one they called; "Monokuma."

Makoto gasped and sat up. Sweat ran down his face.

"That's new." A voice said.

Makoto looked to his left to see a tall female with long, purple hair and a braid to the side, sitting near him on a small, wooden chair that was for Makoto's desk. She wore long boots with heels, a tucked in shirt with a skinny, black skirt with a black jacket. Her hands were covered by leather gloves with small spikes on her knuckles. Her skin was pale, and her face was blank.

Her arms were crossed and her purple eyes stared at the once happy boy to the now frightened one.

"Kirigiri-San." Makoto said, shocked to see her in his room.

"Hello Makoto." She said. "I see you woke up again, unsettled this time."

Makoto sucked in her words.

"Oh, um..." Makoto couldn't finish. Instead he pulled up his blanket to cover his bare chest. As he did so, he blushed.

"Don't act like this isn't the first time I walked into your room while you slept." Kyoko stated. Makoto looked at her, his blush still on his face.

"I-I'm not!" He exclaimed.

Kyoko's lips then turned into a smirk and she looked away. Something that was rare for her to do.

"Everytime I walk into our room while you sleep, you act like that it's the first time I've done so."

"O-Oh, that reminds me, you look all ready for something. Am I missing something?" Makoto asked. Kyoko's smirk vanished and she looked back at him.

"After all these years and you ask the most important questions last. I believe that's something that will never change about you. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs."

"Everyone?" Makoto asked.

"Yes. Everyone."

Makoto and Kyoko were silent. Kyoko knew that Makoto is never quiet. So she moves herself and sits on the end of his bed, staring at him.