Lost [Danganronpa x Reader]

》Chapter 9 - Attack part 1《

So, uh, I made a few updates - edited, if you would call it - on the last chapters so check them out lol I tend to change some stuff, so yeah. Anyway, here's the chapter!

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(Notes: Revamp?)

"They started it, mom! Not me! What was I supposed to do? They were about to kill him! I can't just—"

"Look, sweetie, I believe you, me and your father does. Even your brother. We all saw the footage from your camcorder, but we have no choice. The principal told us to..." The woman said solemnly. The family of four members is currently in the living room. Both parents were sitting on a white couch. The young girl sat in front of them on the same colored couch. Her older brother on the other hand, only stood in silence, shifting awkwardly. There was a glass table between them, and a flyer sitting on it about staying in the camp for the next 4 years.

The young girl clenches her fists onto the hems of her shirt. This isn't fair. This isn't right at all! Why is she being the one being punished? Is it because... "What? You're just gonna send me away?" Her father shook his head hastily, "No, it's not like that, it's—"

"Is it because I'm not your real daughter?"

The whole room immediately went silent. The atmosphere around them became tense. The three other people were shocked, judging by their expression, they probably didn't expect her to know. Nor wanted her to know. "How did..." The woman accidentally blurted out loud as she trailed off. "Maybe you should've closed the door." The girl muttered bluntly as she looked down, her bangs covering her eyes as she lets out a dry chuckle. "I knew it..." She slowly released the tension in her clenching hands. "Everyone in the school is right, no one wanted me." She clenches her fists once more, but this time even tighter that her knuckles turned white. "Not even my birth parents."

"(Y/n), sweetie, that's not true—"

"I'm going to my room." And with that, she abruptly stood up and ran towards the stairs. She barely noticed that her tears were slowly coming out. But before she could take one step... "(Y/n), wait! At least hear us out!" The brunette pleaded as he quickly grabbed her forearm, stopping her from going. "Let go, []." His green eyes were slightly widened at her cold tone. She didn't call him by the usual nickname name she made up to call him like she used to, instead, she called him by his first name. (Y/n) quickly got out from the male's grasp and ran upstairs followed by the sound of the door being slammed.

The only sounds left in the tensed room was the mother's cries and her husband trying to calm her down with comforting words.

It was a cold and starry night. The lampposts were the only lights guiding the walking figure. The only sounds were heard were his footsteps. The man had navy hair and teal eyes. He wore a dark jacket, a brown shirt underneath followed by jeans and sneakers. As he was walking, he gritted his teeth in both frustration and irritation as he recalled the events that had happened three days ago at the mall. A kid managed to beat him down. A damn kid, for crying out loud!

One second he was fully awake and the next he woke up in some kind of room. The room looked as if he was in an infirmary. One of the guards had told him that a group of students had found him unconscious on the floor, probably because of dehydration. What a bunch of bullshit. That's what he thought. He is definitely going to find that kid and make her pay, nobody dares to mess with him. If they did, a target will be painted behind their backs. Actually, scratch that, if someone even dares to mess with one of them, they'll find themselves dead. He is still part of the Yakuza, after all.