Hey there! Guess whoās written paragraphs for a fanfic theyād temporarily put on the back burner instead of working on their Bachelorās thesis!
Have some stuff from my not-even-first-draft of random scenes from my Danganronpa Kyoko Time Loop fic! Which Iām currently calling āA Detectiveās Hopeā! Thatās my placeholder name.
Because Iāve seen this masterfully done with Makoto, and Iāve seen attempts with Byakuya which seemed interesting but a little too OOC for my tastes.
But what if you drop off the all-knowing detective in that situation? What would Kyoko Kirigiri do? One moment sheās standing side by side with her 5 other survivors, after Junko Enoshimaās defeat, finally about to walk out into the world proper, only to wake up in a random classroom the next moment, back at the very start of the death game.
Note: When you see brackets with nothing between them ā()ā, thatās how I mark empty space that needs writing added to it. It can be as little as a few missing paragraphs, or as long as several missing chapters inbetween scenes.
Note2: I still havenāt decided how Iām gonna be addressing the characters but Iām mostly taking the forms of address from the English dub of Danganronpa: The Animation, as opposed to the English dub of the game. Someday Iāll watch and play those things in Japanese. For now, Kyoko calls everyone but Celeste by their last name, even Makoto, because⦠idk, they havenāt had the talk yet.
Note3: As a zero draft, where Iām still working out the plot, the writing is uh⦠subpar. But also I have yet to finish a full chapter of writing for any of my numerous fic ideas, so Iām dropping this off just so that it isnāt lonely. Please point out any typos you notice!
Kyoko stared at Monokuma thoughtfully as he talked. That snide high-pitched voice was grating on her ears.
The first time around she had suffered from memory loss. Or, more accurately, Junko Enoshima had somehow taken more of her memories than she had taken from anybody else.
Because sheād been wary of Kyokoās detective skills.
Now Kyoko had an abnormal amount of knowledge, even if there was still a hole in much of her childhood memories. She knew what would happen next.
Well, she amended. She was already a brand new factor into the situation. Just her current thoughts were already a change in the situation that would undoubtedly lead to huge alteration in the timeline she was currently living.
She looked around. She wondered if anyone else was different from what she remembered. She wondered if sheād have the opportunity to find out.
She hoped Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba were not having Kyokoās experience right now.
Monokuma disappeared, leaving everyone standing in the gym in various stages of dread and horror. Kyoko looked around, her eyes shifting to Ikusabaās admittedly appropriate responseānot horrible in the acting department. Kyoko, Togami and Celeste had less shocked expressions on their faces.
She then looked at Naegi standing in the middle of the room. She frowned softly in sympathy at the disbelieving and horrified look on his face.
When heād introduced himself to her, there had been no recognition in his eyes.
The one person sheād perhaps have considered facing this situation alongside was back at the starting line, just like everybody else, as far as Kyoko could tell.
He wasnāt her friend, whose stubbornness had sharpened throughout the horrors theyād gone through, but who had managed to remain hopeful and kind despite everything.
Those qualities of his were still there, of course. They always had been. But right now, they were fragile.
Naegi no longer had experience solving murder cases. His input was unlikely to be necessary in her plans.
And sharing this secret with him could be dangerous.
They could be overheard. Naegi could slip up.
No⦠he wouldnāt slip up. Keeping a secret was one thing he was capable of. That was one thing Ogamiās case had taught her.
Heād kept her secret and almost got killed for it tooā¦
Having the knowledge would make him reckless. Make him noticeable. Put him in danger.
Just what felt like should undoubtedly have been earlier today, when Naegi had confronted Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair had confessed to having always been frustrated by Naegi. Wary of him.
Apparently, that wariness had initially saved his life. It had been what convinced Enoshima to keep him alive.
But during their investigation of the schoolās mysteries, the mastermind had tried to get rid of him almost as much as she had been trying to get rid of Kyoko.
It was better for Naegi to remain in the background. To seem to all the world like just an ordinary high school boy with slightly strange luck and a little too much optimism. Not remarkable in any way.
Kyoko now knew⦠not everything, but enough to work with.
She knew Enoshima was the mastermind. She knew the person walking among them was, in fact, Mukuro Ikusaba, disguised. She knew the reason theyād been made to kill each other. She knew the kinds of motives that would successfully be able to push some of her classmates to kill each other.
She knew where Enoshimaās surveillance couldnāt reach her.
All she had to do now was figure out how to prevent the killings and put an end to the game without being suspicious. Without Enoshima noticing that Kyoko was intervening. Without Kyoko attracting attention and getting herself killed before she can stop this.
That kind of discretion would be very limiting. The process would be slow. Nobody would believe her if she outright explained their situation because the concept of time travel was outrageous. And Kyoko would have no way of convincing the others that she was telling the truth without confessing to that little tidbit of information.
Keeping Naegi out of harmās way would prove to be quite the challenge, considering heād just been punched by Owada and would then later go on to become the first murder suspect if Kyoko didnāt do something about Maizono and Kuwata.
Kyoko couldnāt help but be a little frustrated at the way Naegi and Maizono clung to each otherās presence, being each otherās one familiar face among the chaos.
If only Kyoko could prevent Maizono from getting her motive⦠to prevent her from becoming desperate enough to try and frame Naegi for her attempt on Kuwataās life.
Kyoko startled back to life, her breaths shallow and her heart in her throat. She looked around frantically, quickly taking note of her surroundings.
She put her head in her hands and tried to slow her breaths.
She wondered if maybe sheād be stuck like this forever.
Someone always died. No matter what she did, someone always died, and then she herself would eventually follow.
Naegi had almost died again. And this time, he didnāt even know anything.
Sheād hoped ignorance would at least somewhat limit the amount of trouble he managed to get himself into.
What a futile hope that had been.
She couldnāt do this on her own.
Sheād had Naegi by her side the first time around. And even at the times when he hadnāt been much help in her investigationsā¦
Knowing he was on her side had helped. Kyoko almost choked on the realisation of just how much it had helped.
Her breathing finally calmed but she didnāt move. She didnāt care that she would arrive later than usual. Even if she arrived later than Naegi, she didnāt care. Out of character for her? Perhaps. But Enoshima could chalk it up as a side effect to however sheād drugged them, or even to her uniquely more intense case of memory loss.
Keeping things from Naegi hadnāt helped him much.
And Kyoko was so tired. She didnāt want to do this alone anymore.
Kyoko rose to her feet and headed for the gym.
Sheād made it before Naegi, even this time. She barely held back her incredulous snort at the thought. Since when was she punctual in grim circumstances?
She was staring at him even more than usual this time around. From the moment he walked in, her thoughts were focused solely on him. On the decision she was making. She redirected her gaze off to a random spot on the wall.
Was she really going to go through with this?
How does one go about telling another person that theyāre from the future, and that theyāre stuck in a time loop?
How does someone who doesnāt remember you in the slightest, who sees you as nothing but a stranger, go about believing something like that?
ā¦then again, āstrangerā might as well be another word for āpotential future friendā, as far as Makoto Naegiās dictionary was concerned.
And even if he didnāt believe herābecause he could be stupidly trusting sometimes, but he was not an idiot, and common sense had a high chance of prevailing above all else in Naegiās mind despite everythingā, at least she would have tried.
There was no apparent way out of the loop she was stuck in at the moment. As terrified as she was every time she messed up that, this time, it would be permanent, it was still all too likely that if she messed up and died again, sheād just wake up at the start once more.
Kyokoās eyes drifted back to Naegi when he got around to her once again, smiling shyly as he introduced himself.
She met his eyes and steeled her resolve.
Sheād tell him the moment a good opportunity arose.
After all, what did she have to lose?
Now was her chance. She stared at him, at his confused and flustered expression for having been dragged into the bathroomāhis own bathroomāby her.
āUm⦠Kirigiri-sanā¦?ā
Now was her chance. Time alone. In private. Monokuma wouldnāt eavesdrop. Naegi trusted her enough to look puzzled instead of panicked about how sheād dragged him in here.
What if he doesnāt believe me?
āKirigiri-sanā¦i-is everything okay?ā
āI know things,ā she blurted.
Naegi blinked up at her at that. āWhat⦠wait, are you talking about the new motives?ā Confusion shifted into realisation and then into embarrassment. āI mean, mine isnāt exactlyā¦ā
Kyoko blinked back at him, surprised. āI donāt mean those. Though I do believe I know most of them.ā
āUuh⦠then⦠you must know I wouldnāt try to kill anyone over mine⦠right?ā Naegi was blushing. āMineās pretty⦠childish.ā
Kyokoās eyes softened. āEven if yours had been serious, you still wouldnāt have killed anyone over it. I doubt you would even try to hurt anyone over it.ā
āUhā¦thanks for the show of confidence? But then, why are weā¦ā
āWhat Iām about to tell you will sound crazy. But I implore you to hear me out and try to believe me. And whether or not you do, to keep this whole conversation a secret.ā
Naegiās eyes widened. āYou know something important, donāt you? About why weāre in this situation.ā He paused, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. āWhy wouldnāt I believe you? You wouldnāt be telling me this for no reason. No matter how crazy it sounds, Iāll believe you.ā He shrugged a little helplessly. āOur situation is already crazy enough as it is.ā
He said it like it was obvious. Like it was that simple.
Kyokoās eyes pierced through Naegiās own but he stood his ground, open and serious and trusting.
āI know things,ā Kyoko said, deciding to built her way up from where sheād initially started. āMore than I should logically be able to know. About you, about this school. About the rest of our classmates. About the mastermind.ā
Naegi tensed at that, shocked but not disbelieving. He was quiet for a few moments before asking, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the enemy would hear him if he tried to be any louder.
āYou know who the mastermind is?ā
āI do. I know who she is. I know who her accomplice is. I know why sheās doing this to us, and I also know we can defeat her.
ā ā¦I know all this because weāve done it before. Weāve beat her. Iāve lived it.ā
Kyoko waited, as Naegi obviously struggled to take everything in, overwhelmed.
Eventually, after what felt like forever, he asked:
āā¦youāve lived it?ā
There it was. The moment of truth. Kyoko sighed and braced herself.
āYes. Though only once, admittedly. Iāve failed to stop her every time since,ā Kyoko huffed a tired, incredulous laugh. āIt seems I canāt do it without you.ā
It felt like another short span of eternity before he spoke.
āI⦠I donāt understandā¦ā
āIām a bit of a time-traveler, you see.ā She snorted. āItās ridiculous, really. That kind of thing should be impossible. Something limited to the realm of science fiction. But it appears it was only improbable. Just like so much about this death game is.ā
Naegiās questions sounded like they were more caught up with the situation than the rest of him.
āY-youāre from the futureā¦?ā
Kyoko gave him a small pained smile. There was undeniable disbelief in his voice, but his reaction only made her fond.
āAnd stuck in a time loop, at that.ā
āThatās⦠thatās insaneā¦ā
Kyoko couldnāt agree more.
Thatās all I have to offer for now!