Hey there! Guess who’s written paragraphs for a fanfic they’d temporarily put on the back burner instead of working on their Bachelor’s thesis!
Have some stuff from my not-even-first-draft of random scenes from my Danganronpa Kyoko Time Loop fic! Which I’m currently calling “A Detective’s Hope”! That’s my placeholder name.
Because I’ve seen this masterfully done with Makoto, and I’ve 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 she’s standing side by side with her 5 other survivors, after Junko Enoshima’s 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 “()”, that’s 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 haven’t decided how I’m gonna be addressing the characters but I’m mostly taking the forms of address from the English dub of Danganronpa: The Animation, as opposed to the English dub of the game. Someday I’ll watch and play those things in Japanese. For now, Kyoko calls everyone but Celeste by their last name, even Makoto, because… idk, they haven’t had the talk yet.
Note3: As a zero draft, where I’m 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 I’m dropping this off just so that it isn’t 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 she’d been wary of Kyoko’s 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 she’d have the opportunity to find out.
She hoped Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba were not having Kyoko’s 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 Ikusaba’s admittedly appropriate response—not 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 he’d introduced himself to her, there had been no recognition in his eyes.
The one person she’d perhaps have considered facing this situation alongside was back at the starting line, just like everybody else, as far as Kyoko could tell.
He wasn’t her friend, whose stubbornness had sharpened throughout the horrors they’d 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 wouldn’t slip up. Keeping a secret was one thing he was capable of. That was one thing Ogami’s case had taught her.
He’d kept her secret and almost got killed for it too…
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 school’s 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 they’d 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 Enoshima’s surveillance couldn’t 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 harm’s way would prove to be quite the challenge, considering he’d just been punched by Owada and would then later go on to become the first murder suspect if Kyoko didn’t do something about Maizono and Kuwata.
Kyoko couldn’t help but be a little frustrated at the way Naegi and Maizono clung to each other’s presence, being each other’s 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 Kuwata’s 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 she’d 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 didn’t even know anything.
She’d 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 couldn’t do this on her own.
She’d had Naegi by her side the first time around. And even at the times when he hadn’t been much help in her investigations…
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 didn’t move. She didn’t care that she would arrive later than usual. Even if she arrived later than Naegi, she didn’t care. Out of character for her? Perhaps. But Enoshima could chalk it up as a side effect to however she’d drugged them, or even to her uniquely more intense case of memory loss.
Keeping things from Naegi hadn’t helped him much.
And Kyoko was so tired. She didn’t want to do this alone anymore.
Kyoko rose to her feet and headed for the gym.
She’d 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 they’re from the future, and that they’re stuck in a time loop?
How does someone who doesn’t remember you in the slightest, who sees you as nothing but a stranger, go about believing something like that?
…then again, “stranger” might as well be another word for “potential future friend”, as far as Makoto Naegi’s dictionary was concerned.
And even if he didn’t believe her—because 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 Naegi’s mind despite everything—, 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, she’d just wake up at the start once more.
Kyoko’s 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.
She’d 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 bathroom—his own bathroom—by her.
Now was her chance. Time alone. In private. Monokuma wouldn’t eavesdrop. Naegi trusted her enough to look puzzled instead of panicked about how she’d dragged him in here.
What if he doesn’t believe me?
“Kirigiri-san…i-is everything okay?”
“I know things,” she blurted.
Naegi blinked up at her at that. “What… wait, are you talking about the new motives?” Confusion shifted into realisation and then into embarrassment. “I mean, mine isn’t exactly…”
Kyoko blinked back at him, surprised. “I don’t mean those. Though I do believe I know most of them.”
“Uuh… then… you must know I wouldn’t try to kill anyone over mine… right?” Naegi was blushing. “Mine’s pretty… childish.”
Kyoko’s eyes softened. “Even if yours had been serious, you still wouldn’t have killed anyone over it. I doubt you would even try to hurt anyone over it.”
“Uh…thanks for the show of confidence? But then, why are we…”
“What I’m 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.”
Naegi’s eyes widened. “You know something important, don’t you? About why we’re in this situation.” He paused, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Why wouldn’t I believe you? You wouldn’t be telling me this for no reason. No matter how crazy it sounds, I’ll believe you.” He shrugged a little helplessly. “Our situation is already crazy enough as it is.”
He said it like it was obvious. Like it was that simple.
Kyoko’s eyes pierced through Naegi’s own but he stood his ground, open and serious and trusting.
“I know things,” Kyoko said, deciding to built her way up from where she’d initially started. “More than I should logically be able to know. About you, about this school. About the rest of our classmates. About the mastermind.”
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.
“You know who the mastermind is?”
“I do. I know who she is. I know who her accomplice is. I know why she’s doing this to us, and I also know we can defeat her.
“ …I know all this because we’ve done it before. We’ve beat her. I’ve lived it.”
Kyoko waited, as Naegi obviously struggled to take everything in, overwhelmed.
Eventually, after what felt like forever, he asked:
There it was. The moment of truth. Kyoko sighed and braced herself.
“Yes. Though only once, admittedly. I’ve failed to stop her every time since,” Kyoko huffed a tired, incredulous laugh. “It seems I can’t do it without you.”
It felt like another short span of eternity before he spoke.
“I’m a bit of a time-traveler, you see.” She snorted. “It’s 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.”
Naegi’s questions sounded like they were more caught up with the situation than the rest of him.
“Y-you’re from the future…?”
Kyoko gave him a small pained smile. There was undeniable disbelief in his voice, but his reaction only made her fond.
“And stuck in a time loop, at that.”
Kyoko couldn’t agree more.
That’s all I have to offer for now!