Homoeda

Super High School Level Good Luck Komaeda Nagito | 狛枝 凪斗 Independent RP Blog NSFW | Crossovers | AU [ Filled with Spoilers. ]

[fauxmessiah]

{ Still I'm begging for comprehension from the ones who rules us all.

A city infested by demons. The situation was worse than he had imagined, the park that was supposed to be a safe place was turned into ashes. An one sided massacre, and yet they were still searching for survivors. 

Not because he wanted to do it, but because it was the right thing to do. Under orders from his best friend (not really orders, more like a plea for help. But his loyalty was unquestionable as always, even in such dire circumstances), he searched amidst flames and desecrated bodies. Surely there would be someone. He had killed the demons that started this (cellphone still safe in his hand, as he was not someone who’d take risks), but refused to let his guard down.

If there were so many fires and disaster in the locked up Tokyo, how had they not run out of oxygen already? Believing that God would eventually save them, heeding His words… was something far too suspicious to him. 

God never once helped them. He gave them (and by them, he did not include himself. Actually, it was one person and one person only) the idea.. and in a sense the means to. But once that was done, they were out on their own.

A cruel dog eat dog world. One that speaks the end of times, the definite fall of mankind. 

Another explosion alerted him that the danger was not over yet. There were obviously other demons, be it summoned from dead people’s phones or simply individuals who wished to cause havoc running amok. 

He couldn’t trust anyone.

It was definitely dangerous. 

He grasped his cellphone tightly, thoughts wildly coming and leaving his mind. He had to be alert, but Kuro was always someone who’d overthink. He’d always be suspicious, and even among their group… 

… there was always room for betrayal. How ironic it’d be if he started thinking about this at a later opportunity.

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He wasn’t really expecting to actually see that someone survived this disaster. What he needed now was to approach the stranger and lead him back to their own group for now or let them go their way if they felt the need to… although he could feel something was off.

No, it was definitely off. To survive such a tragedy, no one could have this much luck. If they weren’t all going to die anyway, the boy could almost call such thing a miracle.

Not that he believed such things really existed.

- “…Hey.”

His appearance was certainly… different, too. This stranger seemed almost sick, as if he’d crumble to the simplest touch… a figure of decay. Perhaps it would have been better if he had never approached this person, after all…? It was too late now.

- “You… are you okay? We should get out of here.”

Although curt, he conveyed his message without fault. There was something else pressing on the back of his mind; not only they were easy targets now… he could feel it. He could sense it.

That danger was quickly approaching the two of them.

- “We can have time for introductions later. You have to follow me, as strange as this can sound. You don’t really have a choice.

Unless you want to die.”

[shsl-lucky]

Those monsters had come out of no where again. The area had been seemingly safe, not a single disturbance in visible sight for a good block or two...but just like every time before this one, they just appeared out of thin air and in a matter of seconds, the small groups crowded together exploded in fear and panic and were torn down soon after. Komaeda could only watch in complete stifled helplessness as those his age and younger were ripped to shreds and eaten, other times just killed in sport. These monsters had no real remorse--either that or humans' lives were nothing worth sparring (sort of how a walking pedestrian tromped over ants without much thought). It was that sort of mindlessness that made them a threat and it was no use struggling either. You could only accept death in that instance. However... They never touched him. They never approached him, and even if they did, their attention soon shifted to the person next to, or behind him. Komaeda was almost unwanted by the creatures, as if they could smell the reek of death on him already... Pitiful. He couldn't even die if he wanted to. He couldn't bring it onto himself or these monsters to get it over with.

 “…Hey.”

The voice wasn't loud, but it was an address to him, nonetheless, weary teal optics making contact with dull grey. Wow, there was such... determination in those eyes; It really woke Komaeda up to the situation. The once distant and dull screaming from the victims around him was now piercing into his ears, the snarls and vibrant tearing of fangs into flesh making his stomach coil. Disgusting...

 “You… are you okay? We should get out of here.”

 "Uh...Uh-huh..." right, that was probably the best choice. Get to a safe area. Run away. Rinse and repeat just as he had been doing for the past couple of days. But in what luck would someone like this come along to drag him away from danger? Why were people still attempting to save him...?

“We can have time for introductions later. You have to follow me, as strange as this can sound. You don’t really have a choice.

Unless you want to die.”

--If only this guy knew. But that was another story entirely. He could only do as he was told at the moment, nerves shaken to the point where his entire system was numbed. Could he even stand up? --Ah, yes, his legs were still functioning--Everything was in one piece. He was still alive. He felt like a lost pup, trailing after the heels of his mysterious savior, chuckling weakly under his breath all the while.

"Heheh... what a miracle... I'm so..."

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[shsl-lucky]

[shsl-protags]

Komaeda still couldn’t understand why Hinata cared about him. To Hinata it was obvious, so in a way it kind of troubled him Komaeda still couldn’t warp his mind around it. But this wasn’t about Hinata anymore. Instead of repeating himself over and over again, he better focus on what really important was here, Komaeda. May his actions speak for him and make the other realize he was cared for because Hinata had hopelessly fallen for him.  

Feeling stronger at heart now, Hinata wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. He had made up his mind. For as long as Komaeda had, Hinata would devote his life to him. Surely at some point they would be able to achieve happiness, even if only temporary. That was Hinata’s goal. He would make Komaeda happy no matter what.

Komaeda was clamping more desperately to him now. Hinata gently held him close, placing his head on the other’s so he could breath in the odor of those silky locks. This person inside his arms was very precious to him. He felt that with his entire being. Suddenly needing more space, Hinata let go but stayed close to Komaeda nevertheless. A thank you, eh?

"… Don’t mention it."

[shsl-lucky]

Lifting his gaze once he was pulled away from the close embrace, Komaeda sniffled, letting out a choked bout of laughter as he sucked in dry air, adam's apple bobbing as he gulped quietly. When was the last time he had cried like this? He couldn't even remember--in fact, he was surprised that he was even still able to cry... More of an unsightly display for Hinata to see. He was truly an embarrassment.  "Ahaha.. I'm gross... I got my disgusting fluids all over your shirt..." The tears wouldn't stop dripping however and he felt like a sniveling child for it, honestly. Being handled with a gentle touch was foreign and yet pleasant; Komaeda was used to being roughed up and, if not, just down right abused. Pain was something he grew accustomed to, as well as disappointment and loneliness. But now that Hinata was here refuting everything that he knew best, how else was he to cope with his own predisposition...? He was lost with himself, and Hinata was his only beackon. 

[yellowspanners-moved-blog]

I ain’t doin’ that again. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like feeding other people. Neither can I take you on my own.

"What, I come here outta the kindness of my heart and you’re gonna doubt me?" Yeah, that was probably the smart thing to do. In truth, Souda did pity the group’s outsider a little bit, but it was hard to sympathise with someone he couldn’t understand in the slightest. Hard to read, untrustworthy and unpredictable, Komaeda was a formidable foe in the way that he could do and say whatever he wanted and claim to do frightful and dangerous things in the name of his deranged view of hope. Giving this boy any information was unwise as was being in his presence, but Kazuichi and the rest of the stranded, for lack of better words, were afraid of him.

"Hey, at least we fed ya right?" He was still a person, and people need to eat. Unpleasant or not. He did try to be gentle with the guy, considering that he didn’t like being the ‘bully’ in any situation but he wouldn’t want to openly admit that. Although, it was getting harder and harder to see him as a person.

"This ain’t about tying you up, so you can rest easy knowing that me ‘n’ Nidai aren’t gonna be pinning you down again."

[shsl-lucky]

 "More like I'm undeserving of it! I'm such a waste of space you know..? By talking to me you're wasting more precious oxygen..." Komaeda could practically smell the unease coming off of Souda's presence; he expected it though--nothing less in fact--given the true reveal of his intentions. But it was a shame really, that they took such a negative view on his proposition--they simply couldn't find themselves to agree it seems; They were a frugal and ignorant lot, but as much to his own chagrin that he couldn't get them to oblige, he was still honored to be apart of their faction--the amazing group of Super High School Levels all around him... No, he was still total trash, but the respect held. "Oh, well of course; I was really grateful that I was given at least one meal to keep me from starving, that was rather generous of you, I'll admit. But I can't help but wonder if you would have starved me to death it would have made the game of mutual killing that much more interesting? I mean, Hinata-kun left the tray so far away from my reach in one instance that I was just writhing with the conflicting feelings... would I feel hope? Would I feel bitter despair?" Suppressing a laugh, Komaeda's lips contorted in a struggle to stay calm, gesturing his arms in emphasis to his broader point. He was getting too excited again, all this glorious talk... he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer at this rate.

 "--Sustenance to live was just at my finger tips, but my hands were tied up! It was impossible to move closer because of the chain anchoring me to my spot.. ahh... my heart starts to pound at the resurfacing memories...."

[shsl-protags]

[shsl-lucky]

[shsl-lucky]

#you fucker

[elextrical-blog]

shsl-lucky started following you

[elextrical-blog]

"You don’t need to worry, I don’t trust anyone that easily. Though your perceptions on us and yourself if intriguing.. Congratulations Komaeda-san.. You’re officially a rank C.  Celestia declared proudly and she smiled up at him. 

"I have a habit of ranking the people around me you see.. most people don’t interest me at all and are a rank D, and no one has interested me enough to even be a rank B. So a rank C is a great honor."

[shsl-lucky]

 "Is that so..." Though his expression diluted into that of unamusement, Komaeda listened closely to Celes's words; Rankings? Figures that a high class lady would hold status above of all else in the judgement of acquaintances... But how could someone blame her? If he was her, he'd surely want only the best in his presence as well... Wait. He was already graced with such an option! Truly spoiled...  "Sadly enough, I'll have to assume that this was the workings of just my own stroke of luck. But I'll accept this honor as you so call it with pride. I just hope I don't end up disappointing you all too soon." --It was a shame though, that Komaeda didn't have much of that confident self worth to begin with. It would only be a matter of time before the relation soured, in his eyes.

[androidian-blog]

"… When did you get in front of me, Komaeda-kun?"

Truthfully, she had only been slightly aware of his presence. Her eyes had basically been glued to the handheld that was gently resting in her grip, not taking note of who or what was around. Chiaki let her eyes focus on Komaeda for a moment, only to return to her game, pausing it, and tucking it inside the pocket of her hoodie. She blinked, tilting her head a touch at the smile and almost inaudible chuckle that sounded. 

However, her attention were brought to the front at Komaeda’s suggestion. Chiaki frowned, eyebrows creased, and cheeks puffed out at what the male thought she was scheming. Why in the world would she ever think to murder anyone, much less him? Regardless of previous events, Chiaki didn’t plan to fall for Monobear’s unforgivable game.

Chiaki returned the stare, though there was the hint of fiery frustration lurking. The Lucky male’s negative ways of speaking and the thoughts that she so much as thought about murdering him was enough to draw out some anger.

"Komaeda-kun, you know I wouldn’t kill someone, especially you," the gamer told him, tone strict. 

[shsl-lucky]

Her hard expression was priceless—Komaeda could only begin to wonder what she thought of him; Everyone else seemed to hold him in contempt for having triggered the first murder, and yet there they all were, refusing to kill him as he had openly offered.. Such an interesting and complicated bunch of individuals this lot was! He could only wait in anticipation for what could possibly happen next…▼  "Aah, but what's so wrong about humoring the rules to the game? Why suffer it out when Monobear's simply going to keep putting out motivations until one of us cracks? Life and death... sacrifices are needed aren't they? I mean, you and I... we could simply try and plan something right here and now, right? It would be easy... I'd let you kill me if you wanted to!"

The conversation was souring quickly and even though Komaeda was used to being in his lonesome, to have someone to converse with as such was a godsend—regardless if they despised him more for running his mouth. It was better than mumbling to himself or finding time to simply wallow in his tragic memories. And Chiaki Nanami was so humbly standing before him and hearing him out... he could just burst out in joyful tears!▼ "You're clever, Nanami-san, I mean, you even threw me off during the trial! I wonder if it’s because of that strong sense of hope you hold in finding the truth…? To think, if not for you, really, everyone would have died! Good work!" To be stuck on these islands forever with his fellow Super High School Levels… one like Komaeda could consider that the highest blessing ever received. Just the thought was giving him goosebumps, a sharp chill of excitement bracing itself at the tip of his spine and running down slowly. He nearly had to hold himself to keep from shivering too excessively.▼  ”Hahahaha...How lucky I would be... dying by your hands!”

[heibonde-blog]

When the other moved, even if it was a little, Hinata crossed his arms in front of his chest, more out of a reflex than anything. Komaeda seemed to be in an awfully good mood… that was by no means a surprise, though something in his smile wasn’t right. But again, for some reason, there was always something unsettling in his behavior, even if it was probably his own imagination most of time.

"Not really…? You just were staring, so I came talk to you." 

… That sounded like a dumb excuse, didn’t it. Hinata himself was still wondering why he’d start a conversation with Komaeda in the first place.

[shsl-lucky]

 "Huh? Was I? Forgive me, I hope my eyes didn't defile you in any way; I'll be sure to look elsewhere next time..." Hinata's body language spoke for him, really, but Komaeda couldn't help himself; As much as Hinata looked to be displeased or irritated, he was the only one that he considered such a good friend--especially after all of the time they had spent together investigating in the wake of their acquaintance. Occasionally they bumped heads, yes, and he'd even seen such precarious loathing in the other's eyes, but to think that he still took the time to talk to him so casually... hmm.. Truly an interesting character. Was Hinata secretly a saint or something? "But honestly.. I'm happy? Yes, I think that's the term for it. If you don't mind my disgusting presence beside you, then by all means, I hope you'll have me!"

[yellowspanners-moved-blog]

"No, I’ve got the right person. I’m here to…Uh… Well, keep you company." Which was the nicest way he could think of lying. He wished that he were tailing Princess Sonia, but no. Not this time. Next time maybe.

[shsl-lucky]

 "Huh? Company..?" Well that was a pleasant turn of events; Komaeda receiving a flush of concern as such--he was nearly tickled pink by it all if he wasn't so opposed to it. He didn't have the concept grasped enough to accept it so easily--when he had offered his life up on the plate to gamble in the game of mutual killing, surely he was only beneficial as the potential  meat shield? But his fellow peers were so morally ignorant, keeping tabs on his activity and ideals for the sake of protecting him from himself and themselves... With a dry laugh through his nose, he wiped the incredulous expression from his face and in turn replaced it with that of a faux smile. All right... he'd play along then... "Surely this is out of pity? You don't have to worry about me! I'm rather unpleasant to be around, you know? I would've assumed that you'd come to tie me up again, ahaha..."

[elextrical-blog]

shsl-lucky started following you

[elextrical-blog]

"You’re here to observe us? For what purpose? Perhaps you’d like to find our weaknesses and once you’ve found enough you plan to illuminate us all„,"

[shsl-lucky]

 "Houu, are you condemning me as a possible criminal, Ludenburg-san? I guess that's fair game... I shouldn't be so easily trusted, after all!" Stifling a chuckle, Komaeda in turn harmlessly shrugged and stuffed his hands into his coat pockets, still offering a somewhat easy smile. Her humoring his muse was applaudable, but he was very much serious about his cause still. "But I'm just a hapless fan if anything... being graced by the presences of all these amazing individuals... it's like a true blessing. With my own two eyes I want to see the future that you all can create."

[shsl-lucky]

yellowspanners started following you

 "Souda-kun, surely you're following the wrong person? I can assure you I'm not Nevermind-san..."

[shsl-protags]

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[shsl-lucky]

"Be as selfish as you want. Do whatever you like. As long as you’re still here… I will give you anything you need. When it’s time to say goodbye, I will… you will smile for me and tell me that although the world is cruel and unfair… you were happy to have lived… with me…"

Whatever he wanted? A choice that had never been available like this before.. it was incredible really. Albeit as strange as it was to have someone fuss over him, he was happy. For the first time in his entire life, surely because of HInata's influence, he felt that he could actually turn his life around from its usual predestined fate. That there was nothing left to lose in this heartfelt gamble...  "Thank you.... Hinata-kun..."

[elextrical-blog]

shsl-lucky started following you

[elextrical-blog]

"Yes I tend to keep watch on the people around me, I need to know the situations i’m in don’t you think?"

Celestia smiled looking for any possible tells in his facial expression to what he was thinking.

"Good luck is a peculiar talent although i suppose it’s somewhat related to mine.. Most would say good luck is simply usless, and those who have it will go no where! That they will learn no social skills, or how to earn things for themselves.. however you seem to be like a gentlemen who could take care of himself.. hopefully you don’t prove me wrong."

[shsl-lucky]

 "Ahh, I'm afraid that you're under a misconception... not that you're the type to be off your mark, but..." Relentless acclaim had been somewhat unexpected.. it was uncomfortable to say in the least, given that Komaeda was unconditioned to such confections if what have you. It was a cordial gesture but he couldn't possibly accept it. A straightforward refute would have been far too rude, so he at least attempted a subtle approach, carefully shaking his hands in emphasis of his claim. "I don't want to be in over my head over something uncontrollable. I have my reasons for not wanting to rely on my so called talent, if you can even call it that... I'm here to observe if anything. There's a lot of hopeful faces around if you know what I mean..."

[inactiveshimalol-deactivated201]

Burn, Baby, Burn.

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Junko flexed her bloodied hand, acclimating to the pain stinging throught the slices on her fingers.

Hahahaha, what are you gonna do? Light us on fire? Let me tell you something about despair, Komaeda-kun…

And in that moment, Junko had jumped to her feet. Her leg raised before swinging a boot toward her opponent’s face.  

It always wins. Hands down.

With her last words her foot stomped down onto Komaeda’s hand.

[shsl-lucky]

"--..!!" Before Komaeda could even throat a noise in surprise, that swift kick hit him square in the jaw as he felt his brain rattle inside his head, bright dots twinkling like flashing stars before his eyes in disorientation; As Junko's thick heel proceeded to leave a dark bruise against his kisser, his once tight grasp around her thin ankle went deftly limp, the impact slamming his body into the closest wall. Completely half conscious by this point in time, Komaeda tried to make sense of his situation, sight blurring as he fought to stay awake. He dropped the matches too--damn, his one chance and all because of a certain handicap... Surely he wasn't going to die here...?

Sprawled out and vulnerable, the embodiment of despair then took it upon herself to continue her onslaught of brutality against Komaeda and struck him again, this time his only able hand. It was like adding insult onto injury, though he couldn't even cry out at this point, cringing as a sharp jolt coursed throughout his spine. Ahhh it hurt...

It always wins. Hands down.

A pun..? How hilarious... to think she would have even a sense of humor even now... Ugh. His dizzied mind was getting off track now, fingers flexing weakly as he failed to move any other part of his body. He really messed up; Thinking he could so blindly trust Junko at a desperate time in order to save what he thought was important to him, of course he deserved no less. Like a beaten dog, Komaeda accepted this result, though he refused to let it end like this. He still.. had hope. If anything, he could still stall for time.

 "Ha.... ha ha..."

[elextrical-blog]

shsl-lucky started following you

"Hello, Komaeda i believe? I’m Celestia Ludenberg."

[shsl-lucky]

 "The... Super High School Level Gambler, right? To what do I owe this pleasure, Ludenburg-san?"

--Surely he was curious as to what circumstances he would have been blessed with the likes of this elegant lady in his presence? True enough, Gambling was similar and in kinship to Komaeda's own pitiful Good Luck, and it was surely something they both had lesser control of... But of course, he could never see himself as anything worth praising. That was the key difference here. But he saved face anyway; there was no need to allow himself to drool over her shoes in self loathing (at least not yet). "Ah, and yes... but where are my manners? I'm the Super High School Level Good Luck, Nagito Komaeda; though you already seemed to know that hahaha..."