Future's Hope - A Danganronpa Spinoff

3 - 5 : Deadly Life

I was panicking.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, desperately trying to escape.
I could taste the bile in my throat, and I could feel the tears in my eyes.
My hands were ice cold, sweaty and shaking.

But if I didn't do something, I had no idea what the outcome of this trial would be.
And as much as my panicking self said there was no point, I knew I had to do something.

Not just for me.

For everyone else in this room.

And the room had gotten quite crowded since the announcement.
Kioko and I stood at the end of the aisle, in shock at the horror in front of us.

Seiichi Shigeru's body sprawled against the clothing rack and the floor. A pool of blood slowly spread out underneath him, showing that the wounds were fresh.
The clothing rack next to him was on an angle, the clothes covered in blood.
A few stray pieces of cloth fell over his body.
As if he was nothing but an object.

"Seiichi..." Aimi whispered.

"Hello!" Monoko popped up in front of us, "what's with the gloomy faces?"

Silence.

"Tough crowd. Oh well, guess nobody wants the Monoko File!" The cat waved that terrible pad in front of our faces.

Nobody said anything.

"Aw man, this isn't fun at all! What, a bit of blood and suddenly everyone's all 'waah, how terrible! How horrifying! How absolutely despairingly sucky!'. I thought Mr Tailor was the haemophobic one!"

"Shut up." A voice came from the back of the group. I turned around.

Fuyutake Ganko was as white as a sheet, clutching her arm covered in bandages, wet with fresh blood from her injury. Neon pink stained her hands and dropped onto her kimono.

"Fuyutake!" Tamotsu gasped. He reached towards her but she slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me." She said. Her voice was too soft.

"Fuyu, you're using too much energy. You're going to kill yourself!" Aimi said.

"No..." Fuyu said, "I'm fine. I won't...let a little cut stop me." She stepped forward, and her legs almost gave out under her.

"Geez, what happened to the graffiti girl?" Monoko asked.

"None of your...business." Fuyu pushed past me and Kioko and reached a hand out for the Monoko File.

"Oiya, I'm not about to stain my beautiful file with your bloody hands! Get someone else!" Monoko yanked the file away from the Graffiti Artist.

"Stop playing games. I'm...here to investigate. Give..me the...the file..." Fuyu's head dropped like a stone, and she fell to her knees.

"Fuyu!" Kyung cried, pushing to the front and holding her up.

"Stop...!" Fuyu pressed a hand on Kyung's shoulder, but there was no strength behind it.

"Can you help her?" Kyung asked Monoko, tears welling.

"Hmmmm....but this was an attempted murder..." Monoko put a paw on its chin.

"But she's still alive!" Sora said, "so help her!"

"But the blackened won't get the satisfaction of knowing they killed somebody!" Monoko whined.

"She's not dead!" Yuudai shouted.

"Damn...right. I'm not going...anywhere soon." Fuyu whispered from Kyung's shoulder.