Hello. This is Requiem speaking. I'll be your lovely writer for the evening. ;) Since I've become obsessed with entering SYOCs, I decided to create one myself. I hope that this one is good. :D And, you know, actually stays in business.
Anyways, if there are any mistakes, like with grammar and spelling (because it always is grammar and spelling XD), just tell me. Review what you think of the story and idea. I love to hear your opinion and how I can improve as a writer. Now, let's stop this author's note and go into the story.
...Actually, before we start the story, future!Req is here. I thought this is important and stuff so I'm placing this here. Here's your massive trigger warning for a massive amount of dark themes because FF still doesn't have a tag or warning system. This story has a lot of cursing and blood and delves into darker themes such as child abuse, suicide, and sexual violence. Do not read this fic if these topics are too troubling for you. If you want more information about the triggers, message me.
Chapter 0: それは私が望んだ状態ではない。
Hope or despair?
Which one is real, I wonder.
Both of them are real.
Is that really true, you dumbass?
Or is it what they want you to believe?
You're the dumbass.
Yeah, yeah, think whatever you want.
In the end, the truth will prevail.
No. Matter. What.
I force my feet to run towards the school as fast as they would let me. Of course, that is not that fast, but what can I do? I am not the Ultimate Runner or anything close to that. If I was, I would actually be on time for school for once in my pathetic life. How interesting it would be to see that alternate universe. Anyway, I have a dumb talent and name. Akita Yamazaki, Ultimate Mediator.
Ultimate Mediator
Akita Yamazaki
My younger sister has caused me to be late for school again. Like always. I have to make sure she does not do anything stupid. She is only eleven, so she has the uncanny talent of doing every idiotic thing you could ever think of and then some. Most of those including lots and lots of unneeded crying. Girl hosts her own pity parties. The Ultimate Crybaby if I ever meet one.
Other from that little distraction, it is a nice day. The sky is blue, the clouds white and the grass green. It is one of those cliche days you'll see in sappy TV shows. A show trying to remind us that we aren't currently living in a shithole.
There are billboards all around me with tall apartment buildings surrounding them. Lots of people are getting ready for work. They get ready fast so they won't upset their supreme overlords. A lot of people nowadays will do anything for money. Anything.
"Excuse me...can you spare some change?" an old lady asks in front of me. She's homeless like a lot of people are, especially those who dare to defy the Committee.
"..." I ponder for a long time. To tell you the truth, I pray this person doesn't screw her life over by getting into drugs. Or running into trouble, especially if that trouble's name is Hideyoshi Anno. She's too old to get killed by that lunatic so I get it. This won't hurt. Those puppy dog eyes remind me too much of that damn naive traveler.
"Fine." That is when I realize I left my purse at my house with most my money inside it like an idiot. I reach into one of my pockets and find a lone nickel. Such a lonely nickel. Placing the nickel in the lady's hands, I see the intense feeling of gratefulness written all over her face. "Don't take it the wrong way. I'm not doing this to spite the Committee like everybody else."
"Thanks, young lady. Now would you want..." I tune out the old woman as I realize that I'm still late for school. Picking up my pace, I curse about my brilliant decision to wear high heels of all things. A good decision maker I am not.
Now in the confines of the inner city of Kyoto, I rush my way towards the school. Only if I had enough money to buy a damn car. People keep running into me, and I do the same back with neither one of us apologizing. That would be a waste of time. Most of them are way too busy getting distracted by the city lights. Oh, and those damn Hope's Peak ads that you can never escape. Hope's Peak is watching you.
"Work on what makes you special, and believe in yourself! One day you'll become somebody important like all the other graduates!" One of those ads happens to be playing on a TV right by me. And it annoys me to no end. I can memorize the whole thing now. That Ayano Kirigiri brat's voice gets annoying after being forced to listen to it more than a hundred times per day.
Then, the moment that I have not been looking forward to, I reach the front gates of Hope's Peak Academy. It stands out automatically from the surrounding city. Kyoto has transformed into a boring city except for this. And it makes everything look like shit in comparison. Knowing that this city was once not destroyed for its beauty baffles me.
Opening the gate in front of me, I make my way through the entrance of the school. There are actual green plants, which is rare, especially in this city of boring greys and browns. Everything looks like it comes from a movie set from before the Tragedy fucked up the world. It may look nice but nothing feels genuine. Pretty sure the grass is fake.
Ever since they sent me a letter saying they had accepted me, I did my research about this new Hope's Peak Academy. Especially since this is the second one to open after the first one got destroyed during the Tragedy. All because of Japan's very own misfit child Junko Enoshima. Going somewhere without knowing everything and anything is going to bite you in the ass. There are various blogs about everything you can think of. They range from the next Ultimates to why the school is against their very own petty morals. I actually saw my own name there a few times. My work as a mediator gains me praise from both sides because I keep them from killing each other.
I walk a bit faster towards the main building until I stop. Something does not feel right. Ignoring the feeling, I continue onward. Hearing as my high heels click across the nicely done pavement below me. Thank God I participated in that goddamn guide of Hope's Peak. Even though I was the only one, leading to some rather...awkward moments with my poor tour guide. Or else I would be more lost than a certain somebody I know. That damn naive traveler, always getting into trouble.
There is then a door in front of me that's way too fancy to belong to a school other than Hope's Peak. I think about how much money is wasted to make sure this door was pretty enough for the high elite of society. Those assholes sure love their oversized doors. It makes me feel like they are overcompensating for something else.
The interior is well decorated but nothing special. Standard rich people shit. I blaze through the overabundance of posters and fliers for even more meaningless shit. Before I know it, I make my way to yet another pair of sophisticated doors. I ponder how much of the budget is wasted on these goddamn doors. And none of them are the same either! Crazy rich people need to find something else to focus on.
Beyond the doors is the gym. I would avoid this place like the plague, but the email Hope's Peak sent out told me and the rest of my goddamn class to meet here. Though, once I look around, I notice that something is wrong. Nineteen people are lying down on the floor, clearly out of it. I am about to leave when I realize the door behind me is closed and locked. Goddammit, I didn't want to be part of a horror movie today!
Quickly, I feel my pockets, but then realize I have left my phone in my purse. Curse my luck. I'm about to reach to one of the other students before a weird teddy bear appears right before me. It has the color scheme of black and white except for ones of its eyes. Its red and looks oddly like the old Hope's Peak logo.
"Oh my God, am I stuck in a movie right now, or one of those stupid prank shows? Come out, people, I know you're there-"
"Ahem...Bitch-chan-"
"Bitch-chan? Wh-"
"Let me finish my sentence, or I'll make you watch a very interesting video!" the bear threatens. I step back a bit, but then the bear takes another one forward. This is going nowhere.
"Get on with it already." I cross my arms. This is no time to be pranking the freshman of the school. If one of the students from a previous year is behind this, I'm going to throw a fit.
"First off, Bitch-chan, I should introduce myself. The name's Monokuma, the Ultimate Despair Headmaster!"
Ultimate Despair Headmaster
Monokuma
...Monokuma? You gotta be shitting me. That's nothing like he is in the history books. I really shouldn't be that shocked. For I doubt anything in those damn...things is the complete truth, despite what Nicole used to tell me.
"..." I glare at him. Whoever is behind this doesn't have the best sense of humor.
"I know I am one handsome bear. Even I, with the greatest looks of all the bear kingdom, get embarrassed, you know? So say something! Confess your love to me!" Monokuma then starts to blush and cover up his naked bear body. Whoever made this is quite impressive. I hear some sound but I pay it no attention.
"...Something."
"Well, Bitch-chan, you're quite the smartass, aren't ya?"
Then I notice that one or two of the figures have moved. Before I could process what that can mean, I feel something heavy collide with my head. I fall onto the floor but, by some crazy miracle, I do not black out right away.
"Welcome to the Killing Game, Bitch-chan."
Puhuhuhu.
Class List:
Men:
1. Takayuki Anno: The Ultimate Private Investigator
2. Kyoto Kamui: The Ultimate Strategist
3. Shinichi Fujimoto: The Ultimate Translator
4. Takara Miyagi: The Ultimate Treasure Hunter
5. Hayato Akimoto: The Ultimate Salesman
6. Cassius Jacobson: The Ultimate Male Jeweler
7. Akemi Nakatani: The Ultimate Chess Player
8. Kazuhiko Hiraoka: The Ultimate Journalist
9. Satoshi Nakajima: The Ultimate Bartender
Women:
1. Akita Yamazaki: The Ultimate Mediator
2. Naoko Kawabata: The Ultimate Child Prodigy
3. Hotaru Amemori: The Ultimate Dart Thrower
4. Mitsuru Banda: The Ultimate Sukeban
5. Rosalina "Mirabilis" Folium: The Ultimate (totally not) Florist
6. Kira Iwata: The Ultimate Female Jeweler
7. Ayano Nishiki: The Ultimate Hacker
8. Tsukiko Oda: The Ultimate Band Manager
9. Miyuki Kobyashi: The Ultimate Onna-bugeisha
10. Namita Nakahashi: The Ultimate Event Planner
Nonbinary:
1. Yasu Matsuhita: The Ultimate Engineer
2. Minato Ueda: The Ultimate Traveler