Disclaimer: Nope. I do not own Danganronpa. Don't remind me :'(

Chapter 1 - Ryoko

Makoto Naegi was an average high schooler. If asked what he liked, he'd go straight down the middle. Picking only the most popular titles and trends. He did not prescribe to his own opinion on things, almost as if he held none to begin with. It's not that he was too lazy to consider them. On the contrary. In fact, if asked, he would say that being gung-ho about life was one of his greatest qualities. He was just… normal.

So how exactly did someone as ordinary as him get invited to such a prestigious school like Hopes Peak Academy?

By Luck of course.

"So… lame."

Makoto sighed as he looked over his acceptance letter for the seventh time that day.

Orientation for second term was only a few hours away and he could not be any less excited. It was interesting, he had to admit, that he was switching schools into this one halfway through the year. From what he understood, the board had decided to put the Luckster program back in the curriculum after initially ridding themselves of it.

The decision hadn't gone over well, apparently.

"I can already tell that I'm not going to enjoy getting up early just to listen to a speech." The boy moaned. "Staying awake in class is hard enough, let alone long assemblies."

While he may claim to be gung-ho towards life he definitely had a lazy streak when it comes to schoolwork. Thankfully though, attendance was not mandatory at this school past certain events and exams.

Looking at the clock on his bedside table the boy smiled. In spite of any reservations he may hold towards attending such an impressive institution he could not help but be excited.

… Still, a part of him did wish he could skip past the assembly he knew would inevitably bore him.

A boy could dream.

This was somehow worse than expected.

For the tenth time that day Makoto cursed his luck.

What started off as a pretty good day, quickly turned as disastrous as the storm clouds up above. After accessing the weather Makoto got out of bed and stretched sleepily. It only took one glance over at his alarm clock for him to realize that he overslept. Hurriedly showering and getting ready for the day he blanched at his sister who was in the process of making him an omelette for lunch. She tripped.

Makoto had to get ready again.

After doing so and grabbing a bite to eat, the Naegi family quickly drove down to the school campus.

Only to arrive fifteen minutes late.

This led to Makoto's current situation: head-down and sighing as he sat on the end of a row of empty seats all the while trying to ignore the stares of his to-be-teachers.

Did they have to be so pitying…?

He would rather take the cold indifference some of them were exuding to that.

On top of EVERYTHING, however.

'This is the most mind-numbing speech I've ever had to sit through!' he moaned internally. 'If this keeps up, I'm actually gonna fall asleep over here.'

Oh, well. It's not like it can go on for much, longer right…?

He really needed to stop testing fate.

"The speech was five hours long!?" Makoto asked, stunned. "How can anyone even talk for that length of time?"

Not that the Luckster even knew what the Headmaster had been talking about, anyway. He may have forced himself into staying awake but that did not mean he understood squat.

Settling into his room he began putting his things away. Though he did not personally own many possessions he wanted his dorm-room to feel familiar to him. In his mind, this meant making the interior look similar to his old one. A measure to avoid getting home-sick too fast.

Not that he planned on mentioning that to anyone.

He chuckled. "Komaru would have a field day if she heard me say that."

Taking a shower, he got ready for bed as quickly as possible. The day, while not long, was exhausting. It was only seven o'clock, but Makoto wanted to sleep more than anything at the moment.

He lay down with a smile on his face and hope in his heart.

He felt something good was in store for him tomorrow.

Makoto woke up bright and early the next day. Maybe a little too early, attributed to his early bedtime. He approached his to-be-classroom with gusto and after finding it open approached the desk at the back with the least noticeable wear. He assumed this would be his new spot.

It was about twenty minutes later when students started pouring in. Many of them looked curious about who he was though no one bothered addressing him, with their teacher entering the room right behind them. He was a blonde-haired man with a distinctly white fedora holding a flask in his hand. All in all, not exactly what Makoto imagined when the word 'teacher' came to mind.

"Makoto Naegi, I presume?" he drawled. "Think you can come up here and introduce yourself for us?"

Internally steeling himself the boy walked to the front, trying to ignore the stares from his peers. While he had looked his classmates all up on forums prior to attending class, a good amount of them did not quite appear as he envisioned.

But most did.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you all! I am Makoto Naegi, this classes Ultimate Lucky student." He bowed and smiled brightly. "I hope that we can all get along."

"Ultimate Lucky Student, Naegi-san?"

Cocking his head to the side he looked at the one who had asked the question.

"What's wrong, Ludenburg-san?"

The gambler took a moment to correctly word her question.

"What exactly does your talent mean? It seems… far vaguer than the rest of ours." She paused. "Also, if you could, call me Celeste. I would prefer it, if you please."

Makoto hung his head. He guessed that no one had bothered to explain the situation to his classmates yet.

Of course, they hadn't.

"Ah, well starting a few years back Hopes Peak began doing an annual raffle where one normal student was given the ability to join a class. They had taken it away for a term which is why I'm joining you all so late." He frowned. "Apparently they believe luck is somehow a talent worth studying but I'm not sure about that personally."

Looking over at the group he saw a variety of expressions. Most seemed accepting towards the notion, while others like Byakuya just scoffed at the mere concept of it. What caught his attention, were the looks Sayaka and especially Junko were giving him.

He headed back to his seat next to some unknown stoic-looking girl and frowned.

They almost seemed surprised by his appearance…?

He decided to worry about it later.

"Naegi-kun! How are you?"

The class had just finished, and Makoto looked over his desk in surprise at the sudden appearance of Sayaka Maizono.

"Ah, hi Maizono-san." He smiled. "It's nice to meet you!"

The idol narrowed her eyes at him.

"Meet me? Did you already forget about our time in middle school together?"

"Damnnnn, Naegi you work fast!" Leon grinned as he threw an arm around the smaller boy. "Grew up with our resident singer, eh? Do tell."

Makoto blushed from the sudden physical contact and the words that accompanied it.

"I-it's nothing like that!" he stammered. "We just went to the same school for a few years. We never even talked or anything. In fact, I'm kind of surprised that you remember me, Maizono-san."

It was at this point that the Luckster realized that everyone in the class had gravitated towards the area. Aside from Byakuya and Toko that is, though they still listened in.

Sayaka looked affronted. "That might be true but of course I remember you! I wanted to talk to you for years but never got the chance."

He blushed and looked away. The guys did not let this chance go by.

"Hmmmm Mr. Makoto Naegi has raised an incredible number of flags at an unprecedented rate. He even looks the part of a protagonist. Truly a momentous occasion!"

"Yeah, Naegichii is fitting in great already! I don't need to read his future to see nothing but good things ahead!"

Makoto and Sayaka looked back at one another, a blush adorning both their cheeks. It was almost as if a trance had enveloped them.

A voice broke it.

"Koto-kun…? Is that really you?"

Makoto blinked and turned away.

"Koto-kun?"

He looked over as the group opened up for the newcomer to join the conversation. He, of course, recognized the gorgeous girl at once. How could he not? Junko Enoshima was considered by many to be beautiful beyond compare. An up and coming model, gaining fame at an unprecedented rate.

Given all that, what she said, it struck him as odd.

"Enoshima-san...? I'm sorry have we met before?" He instantly panicked at the stricken expression on her face. That answered his question.

He racked his brain trying to think of anyone who had referred to him in that manner before.

He was drawing a blank.

"I'm sorry…" he began. "I can't think of anyone right now-"

It was then that a flash of red entered his mind.

"Wait…" he spoke, his face uncertain. "Ryoko-chan…?"

Junko's expression did the fastest 180 anyone had ever seen. Not in the usual, chaotic manner the rest of the class was used to. She looked happy. Genuinely happy.

She jumped.

"KOTO-KUN!"

Pulling him down to the ground with her, everyone looked at the duo in complete shock; even Byakuya who was doing his best to ignore them looked stunned.

Especially because of where Makoto's face ended up.

"Enoshima-san! Illicit behaviour is not tolerated in an educational institution!" Taka yelled. "Please get out of that compromising situation at once!"

Junko flashed him a look which caused him to intake a sudden breath. Her behaviour almost made him forget who he was talking to.

It quickly subsided, when she looked back down at the boy struggling to breathe in between her breasts. The fashionista grinned before letting him go.

"Ah, sorry Koto-kun! It was just so long since I saw you last, I was a little overwhelmed." She looked sheepish. "Sorry! Won't happen again!" Maybe.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded by this turn of events. Junko, while by no means an overtly awful person, (right.), was not someone who ever showed meaningful affection of any kind. Even to her own sister.

Speaking of Mukuro, the soldier's mind was currently in disarray.

'I know Junko-chan well enough to know that this is not an act. She has never done this before! Never!' she paused, forcing down the twinge of jealousy. 'Who the hell is this kid!?'

Sayaka also felt jealous, but for an entirely different reason.

'When it was announced earlier that Naegi-kun was joining our class I was so happy I could finally talk to him.' Her eye began twitching. 'But what is this!? How does he know Enoshima-san of all people? Especially with such familiarity.'

Makoto, meanwhile, was coughing as he attempted to get his breath back. He wouldn't deny that the situation felt nice, very much so. But still, he'd rather that not happen in the middle of a classroom.

Considering the looks everyone was sending their way.

"It's fine Ryoko, er Ryo-chan." He smiled at her, his face flushed. "It's been so long I didn't recognize you. Especially without the red hair. Not that this colour doesn't suit you… but I'm sure you get that a lot."

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, very much aware of everyone's stares on the two of them.

He could practically feel the jealousy coming from the guys behind him as well as from the idol in front of him.

He must have been imagining that last part, though.

Junko grin widened.

"I see you haven't changed much at all mister indecisive. Though…" she walked forward and pulled him eye to eye with her causing him to gulp. "You're even cuter than you used to be. Honestly, I didn't think that was physically possible, so good job!"

He gulped as her breath began to tickle his mouth. She was certainly about as forward as ever. Still…

"Thank you, Ryo-chan." He smiled softly. "You're just as pretty as I remember."

Ordinarily, words like that would have no effect on the model who had been getting them for years. Such earnest compliments from her self-proclaimed best friend though? She could not stop the faint blush from dusting her cheeks. Again, much to the stunned silence of the rest of the class.

"Thank you Koto-kun." She said just as softly, pulling back. "I missed your sweet little compliments almost as much as your sweet little face."

Okay, that was enough.

"Ne, Enoshima-san…?" Sayaka interrupted, her smile decidedly plastic. "Care to explain how you know Naegi-kun over here?"

Junko looked over to her, a crown somehow finding its way onto her head.

"Who do you think you are, addressing me peasant? If you must know, I'm busy conversing with my dearest childhood friend!" Suddenly mushrooms appeared on her head, and she drooped. "In fact, Koto-kun was about the only friend I had for such a long time… I missed him so very much."

Makoto looked guilty. "I missed you too Ryo-chan." He began rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I see that you still switch personalities like you used to. Are you somehow still bored even here at Hope's Peak?"

Before she had a chance to answer Leon beat her to the punch. Literally.

"Naegi you, *slam*, seriously know both of our classrooms prettiest girls!?" He leaned on the now-bruised shoulder with just a little too much force. "What's your *bam* secret? I gotta know."

Makoto looked pained.

Junko noticed.

"Kuwata-san…?" She said in a sugary sweet tone that instantly sent a shiver down his spine. "I'd appreciate if you let go of Koto-kun. If not, I could get Muku-chan to do it for you!"

The baseball pro leapt away from Makoto as if the boy had suddenly caught fire. He was not risking getting the Ultimate Soldier involved, of all people.

Makoto cocked his head to the side as everyone, aside from Sayaka, Junko and some black-haired girl backed away slowly.

"Muku-chan? Who's that?"

Junko smiled brightly.

"Don't you remember me telling you about my worthless sister, Koto-kun?" She brought the black-haired girl to the front of her. "Here she is: the Ultimate Soldier Mukuro Ikusaba!"

Makoto blinked for a second before smiling at the stoic-looking girl.

"It's nice to meet you, Ikusaba-san." The girl looked away immediately, annoyance visible on her pink-tinted cheeks. Makoto was confused but didn't push it. Turning back to the model he looked disappointed.

"Ryo-chan, I thought I told you not to call the people you care about such rude names. You won't be able to make friends or keep your old ones if you do that."

Everyone else present gulped as they watched the two sisters waiting for their reaction. Even Mukuro felt bad for the boy. This didn't look good for the Luckster-

"You're right Koto-kun." Junko spoke softly. "I'm sorry Muku-chan, I didn't really mean that."

If the classes eyes could have widened any further Makoto was certain they would have popped out of their heads. Though he wasn't exactly sure why.

Mukuro was done.

'Seriously, who the hell is this kid that Junko-chan would honestly take back an insult of all things!?' Nothing made sense anymore. She couldn't even remember the boy at all, so why did her sister seem to consider him such an important person?

Especially when he looked to be nothing but an ordinary-looking loser.

Junko turned around. Makoto could sense she was restless and about to do something drastic.

He wasn't wrong.

"Alright sluts, Junko Enoshima is gonna take Koto-kun out to lunch." She gained a manic look in her eyes as she suddenly hugged the smaller boy to her frame. "I'll see you bitches later!"

Then she bolted out the door.

Sayaka and Mukuro quickly left the area in pursuit.

Everyone was silent.

"Does anyone know what just happened…?"

Hina's question would remain unanswered.

"Ryo-chan? Why did you drag me all the way out here?"

Makoto was currently sitting opposite the model under a tree far away from campus. In fact, he had no clue where they were. It was sort of unnerving. He trusted her, though.

"Muku-chan can track us pretty much everywhere and I felt way too overwhelmed in there." She shrugged her shoulders before popping open a bento. "I mainly just wanted to spend some alone time with you, and I knew that our class was not going to let that happen."

The Luckster blushed lightly at the admission before smiling at her.

A crown materialized on her head. "What is it, peasant? You have a look of adoration upon your face."

He scratched his cheek, awkwardly. "I don't know about adoration… I'm just really happy is all. I missed you."

Junko was silent for a few seconds, her expression blank. When she spoke it was quiet, monotonous, but no less truthful.

"I meant what I said back there Koto-kun… You were my only friend for a long time and honestly you still are." She looked vulnerable for a second. "I mean if you still want to be. You were the only person that didn't leave me when I…"

He put his hand over hers, his smile warm and inviting.

"You will always be my best friend Ryo-chan. I'm just glad that you still want to be mine even after such a long time."

A moment later she interlocked her fingers with his, a fond smile on her face. If anyone else saw this scene they would be astounded by the expressions she was showing. Makoto didn't see anything odd about it though.

"This takes me back to years ago. The last time we saw each other."

Makoto nodded. "It was one of the hardest days of my life, honestly."

"Mine too…" Junko consented softly. "It wasn't long after that, that Muku-chan came back and I was scouted out for my talent. I was told to dye my hair blonde at that point, actually, and it just kind of stuck, I guess. It's faded since then, of course, but my fans love it, so I never bothered to change it."

"I see." he muttered. "I think it looks nice on you. Though you without red hair is weird to me, for some reason."

"Hoh?" she grinned. "Are you saying you have a preference for red haired girls?"

He blushed and muttered something under his breath. She didn't let it go.

"No, no, no. Tell me Koto-kun." She smiled widely. "I promise I won't get angry."

"I know you won't… it's just…" The boy turned away. "I like your blonde hair a lot, I just think you look best with red hair."

As if realizing what he just said he took back his hand and began waving both around rapidly.

"Bu-but like I said, you still look beautiful now so-!"

He was cut off by a soft kiss on the cheek.

Her eyes glowed. "Thank you for that Koto-kun. Honestly people are afraid to criticize me nowadays. It's pretty boring in a way."

Makoto couldn't relate. Though after that kiss, he wasn't able to do much.

"That being said," she giggled. "I also prefer my hair red. I might see about getting the dye taken out after my next photo shoot. They'll become rather infrequent now, on account of my new attendance."

He just nodded dumbly, still feeling the imprint of her lips on his cheek.

Junko gazed at him fondly.

"I'm glad that we're alone now, Koto-kun."

Makoto shook off his embarrassment with great effort. He returned the notion.

"Same here, Ryo-chan."

Contrary to the girl's words, however, she knew her sister and the other one would find their way here.

Sure enough, a short distance away from the two, Sayaka growled openly; scarcely resisting the urge to run over and scoop Makoto away. Mukuro, on the other hand, had never felt the inclination to kill be so prominent.

Junko turned to their location, her smile serene, with a hint of amusement present. She blew them a kiss before turning back to Makoto who hadn't seemed to notice.

Both girls couldn't hold it back any longer.

They screamed.

"What the hell was going on!?"

A/N: Well this was a little plot bunny that I was convinced to upload. It uh… isn't great, I know; and I'm not sure this will become anything, as I don't have many ideas for it. (A few, but not many). Depends on the response I suppose:p. (Though I seriously doubt anyone will read this xD). Also yes; her hair colour is meant to be strawberry blonde not pink. I find it odd, as well:P. I just tried to think of an excuse for it's faded tint x).

If you do want more, review! Otherwise I'll view it as a little one-shot :D. Have a good day!