Danganronpa: Once Upon an Smiling Priest

I decided that the next person I should introduce myself to was the fellow red-eyed with a military-style uniform.

If doing so also got me as far as possible from his shouting, then that was just a bonus really.

"Oberon V. Voyager, greetings."

"I'm Kiyotaka Ishimaru! I believe in bold simplicity! Let's work together on a crusade for a proper educational environment!" The red-eyed teenager exclaimed, with his voice as high as usual. Volume wise.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru…

He, the Super High School Level Moral Compass, was a student at Kaiseidan High School, and all three years he won top honours while keeping a close working relationship with his community's Public Morals Committee. He was basically the perfect image of what a student should aim for. How very storybook of you.

This absolute respect for the rules earned him this title, but… Ishimaru… the same surname as one Toranosuke Ishimaru, a former Prime Minister of Japan a few decades ago. Thanks to my followers I was made aware of his corruption scandals, which were relatively darker than what the public knew of. Though nothing compared to mine.

Though it's not like I didn't know given that They were involved, and although this incident occurred way before I was born thankfully.

In their facilities, there were very detailed records for most of the 'jobs' our members took part in. All so we could properly 'educate' ourselves. And education is very important.

It was just fortunate that, besides religion, history was my favourite subject to learn about. However, that did make me aware of some of the more...unsavoury things humans have done. And hell, in recent years. However, this did allow me to make the connection between the former Minister and the red-eyed grandson.

On the bright side of things, though, it was thanks to that same investigation I confirmed that, besides being his grandson, I was sure Kiyotaka had no involvement with said public figure. At least that was known and investigated. Oh well! That was that and this is this.

Considering that was the deepest I could gather about him. And his behaviour thus far, I was confident in him being the role student he claimed to be. Though I doubt he would ever lie.

"Anyway, you can call me Taka. You said your name was Oberon V. Voyager, correct?" Taka said. Heh, just like Mrs Ludenburg. "Huh, that name sounds familiar." He said quieter than he usually is. And slightly... confused?

My smile grew brighter as I heard him talk. While his voice could be quieter, his enthusiasm was just... contagious! "That would be quiet right Taka." I nodded in affirmation. To which he seemed to snap out of his daze, get re-energised and give me a rather loud response.

"That's a good name, a strong name! You should thank your parents for giving you such an excellent name! Bear King or King of Bears if I'm not mistaken!" The Ultimate Moral Compass bellowed. "And to keep that name from losing its value, you must devote yourself every single day!"

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Devote myself...

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To my name?

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Heh

Hahaha

Hahahahaha

I let out a rather loud laugh after a couple of seconds of stunned silence.

"How true Taka! How very true!" I laughed a little more, though I seemed to have drawn a little attention to myself. "However, unfortunately, I don't believe I would be able to quite live up to my namesake." I said shaking my head with a lower tone of voice.

Taka seemed a little taken aback by my words though quickly recovered. "Well, no matter! You just have to push yourself so that you can match - No! Surpass the meaning of your name!"

Nodding I waved him off as I met another one of my classmates.

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Next on the line was a girl with dark purple hair kept into two long braids. Her clothing consisted of a purple school uniform with a long skirt. Nothing special.

When I got closer to her, I was able to notice her body language… it seemed off. And was she... shaking? Hmm. Perhaps she's cold.

Nervousness, check. Anxiousness, check. She constantly keeps her head down aside from the occasional glances and wary looks at others. Mumbling to herself. All in all. Stereotypical inferiority complex.

...How boring. My face dropped before quickly turning into a slight mischievous grin. Might as well get this over with. There are far better archetypes I can see and I've seen people fit your role a lot better and spice it up a whole lot more.

"Voyager V. Oberon, greetings Mrs."

"I-It's not that you'll rem-remember my n-name anyway," Yep, inferiority complex. And with such a cliche execution too. "B-But I'm Tok-ko… Toko Fukawa."

Ah, so that explains the smell.

Ever since she was young, every work she releases has been a guaranteed best-seller. Two years ago - if my memory serves correctly, she released her masterpiece. A romance story with the title of So Lingers the Ocean, this work, so well written, so thoughtful... so bland - had become so popular among women that it was able to influence their perception of what an attractive male was.

Such a feat was only possible by the Super High School Level Writing Prodigy.

How utterly storybook. And not even a good one too. Though her other works were quite a nice read, even if they were all formulaic. Heh, I'd probably get hanged by her die-hards if I said such a thing in public. And well, when you understand all aspects of a good story like me... Well everything would seem formulaic at that point.

Although...

While I didn't see anything wrong with her for some reason, my instincts were telling me to be cautious around her. I mean, I don't feel any kind of danger or murderous intent coming from her. Although...

Hmm, though I suppose even when Naegi opened the door with zero ill intent, I kind of felt something. Not from him, but just the general sense of alert. Odd.

With her, it was just something in the back of my mind - no, my instincts, telling me that something was wrong. Not anything like my life being in danger - just... wrong. But I don't know what… it's hard to explain. Oh well! I won't dawdle on something like this.

But just in case I will take what my brain was telling me into account and keep an eye on her given that I have no idea what was happening right now aside from the fact that we've all been kidnapped. How joyous.

"W-What is it? I-I-It's not polite to stare, you know…" Mrs Fukawa said in a flustered tone…and was she blushing?

....Eh? Oh! Right! She's probably just anxious.

"Apologies." I said with my usual bright smile. This seemed to put her off slightly. "It's just that I'm surprised that such a pitiful storyteller was right in front of me. And..." I sniffed the air a little. "Good God girl! Wash yourself more." I shook my head disapprovingly. "If you keep that up, I'll have no doubt that you'll cause another one of Yhwah's apocalyptic plagues to come descending down on us. You'll have them thinking that it's already started to come down with that smell of yours." I ended, my smile still beaming.

She looked at me.... stunned, for what felt like minutes before giving me any kind of reaction. And what kind of reaction was that you may be asking?

Well just ask the blush that was slowly forming on her face and that idiotic smile that crept its way into existence in front of me.

Lord... why must you take away my monkey repellent... and that's coming from someone who's black. I laughed a little on the inside at my own, poor joke. Mother would always tell me that it was my greatest tool and my greatest curse.

Sigh. It's always the damn women I'm unprepared for, isn't it? Just like her.

"Geez, you really are a hopeless shut-in aren't you." I looked at her a little disgusted. Before a rather... dark smile came to my face. "But no matter. My role is to make all bad actors stand out. To allow them to excel on the stage." My smile grew a little louder. "And if that means to help a worthless little tick like you, clinging onto a false brilliance." I shook my head a little. My smile still gave its mocking applause. "Then so be it."

As soon as I finished my previous sentence my smile dropped and attitude grained from my face. My arms dropped to my sides with my eyes becoming half closed as the two butterflies landed on my shoulder. The only emotions that were present on my face were slight disgust and annoyance.

"But do not think for a second that I'm doing this out of the good of my heart or whatever foolishness that might be running through your head." My face contorted into a mixture of disgust, annoyance and mocking. "For if you were to get into Heaven or whatever great afterlife of your choosing... I really wouldn't care."

And with that, I left the lost cause.

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For the next person, I introduced myself in an absolutely unique and― "Oberon V. Voyager, greetings."

Just kidding. Heh, as if.

"I am… Hifumi Yamada. But if you want to call me by my nickname, 'The Alpha and the Omega!' I don't mind." The Alpha and the Omega! said.

The Alpha and the Omega ― Hifumi Yamada the Ultimate Fanfic Creator. Or as he's better known as the Super High School Level Doujin Author. Hmmm… I don't have much to say about him. Not even his role in this story. Though if I had to guess an extra - a victim. I do know he is very well known on the Internet and that he sold a large amount of copies of one of his works at a school event. Which speaks of his writing ability. He could probably give the hack of a writer a run for her money if he wrote actual books.

However, I suppose it would be best to acquire some info from the source itself.

"By the way, how much do you know about the world of 2D art?" Hmm, guess I should have expected such a question from him.

"I know what you are referring to." I said with my signature smile. "I have watched a few anime here and there." I was going to continue when I paused - my face twisting as I couldn't hide my confusion. "Why do you ask?"

"Fufufu… I see you are not as ignorant as the rest of our peers Master Voyager!" ...Eh? Master? "But in our community, you would be labelled as a 'greenie' or 'normie' as our overseas brothers would say." Ah, okay. That makes sense. "Me on the other hand… I am well-known and supremely well-regarded as a living legend." The rather plump boy said looking rather proud of himself.

"I once sold 10,000 copies of one of my fan comics at a school festival! Some of them didn't get it, of course, saying I'd 'tainted' the event. How stupid can they be!?" He almost shouted that last part. A few of our fellow students heard him though, much to my dismay.

"The words of such idiots mean nothing to me. I am like Van Gogh, utterly unappreciated in my time." That's… kinda true. While not the Super High School Level Artist or Painter his skills speak for themselves and that in and of itself― "For I am a soldier! Serving night and day to destroy all mindless preconceptions about fanfiction!"

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What?

"Eep!" Mr Yamada squealed in fear in response to something. And that something was me. I don't know how but I had suddenly lost my composure.

Something he said. Something he just said has triggered me in such a way.

Why? Why was I so angered by such a thing?

I even opened my eyes for lord's sake! It doesn't make any sense. Has something steered the plot of this story of the rails?

How?! Nothing about what that background character said should have angered me in such a way.

"Oh, um." I nervously started. "Sorry to scare you it's just..." I looked off in another direction closing my eyes in the process. "It's just... a word you used brought up some bad memories." I chuckled nervously. "I'm not sure what came over me." Looking back to Mr Yamada I gave a wry smile. "Please go on."

"Well um." Mr Yamada stuttered at first before regaining some confidence. "I'm sure that if you were to observe my work Master Voyager then you would comprehend its greatness immediately!" He yelled. Though with significantly less gusto than what he otherwise would have. "For my work is filled with the deepest of meanings…" Yamada finished, with an absolutely serious expression. Seems to have gotten back some of his bravado.

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"I'm Yasuhiro Hagakure, but you can call me Hiro for short!" A tanned guy with a loc hairstyle, Hiro, said. "Take it easy, yeah? I know I will! Hahaha!"

"Good day, the name's Oberon V. Voyager."

Yasuhiro Hagakure, aka the "Supernova" in the psychic community. The Super High School Level Fortune-Teller or Ultimate Clairvoyant though fortune-teller makes much more sense given the variety of services he can supposedly provide. Well... from what my followers tell me at least.

"Hrm… Okay, give up."

Huh?

What was he― Hmm. Sure, fine. I'll bite the bait.

"Give up… on what exactly?" I asked with a raised brow.

"I saw it. I looked right at it… Seriously, I totally saw it!" Hiro said in a concerned tone. Shock displayed all over his face. 

…Geez, I didn't want to label him like that kind of person just because of his clothes and hairstyle, but he truly was one of those, wasn't he?

I really shouldn't… However!

"Could you continue on?"

"Sure!" Hiro responded rather... enthusiastically. I swear I could even see stars in his eyes. "I saw a rifle-wielding werewolf with pigtails wearing military commando clothes with a large silver spear in its mouth chasing a large swarm of dark blue rotting insects surrounded by writhing headless guardian angels. And that guardian angel..." He paused for dramatic effect. "Is you!" He yelled; satisfaction clearly visible on his face.

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...what?

Silence permeated the area as, for the first time in my life... have I ever been truly angry at someone. The sign of this was clearly evident on my face as my eyes opened wide with shock; my mouth hung open slightly as rage slowly built in my eyes.

If looks could kill he could have been sliced to bloody ribbons by now ten times over.

Mr Hagakure then broke the silence with a rather loud laugh causing me to snap out of my shock and quickly hide my anger. "Nah, I'm just kiddin'." The supernova quipped in a casual tone. If you don't stop talking I'm going to send up to Jesus. And that's IF you're worthy of being up there. "But hey, we should grab some brewskis sometime and get real deep into Lemuria and its civilization."

"No thanks." I said quickly and moved away from the clavoyant before I did something we'd both regret.

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I walked over to the blue long-haired girl in a seifuku school uniform with a blue sailor collar and sleeve cuffs.

"Hi, I'm Sayaka Maizono. I look forward to getting to know you!" She greeted me with a smile. At first instance, she seemed like someone of normal personality 'By ultimate standards.' for a change.

And let's hope it stays that way...

Anyways, Sayaka Maizono, the Super High School Level Idol or Ultimate Pop Sensation and the lead singer of the most popular idol pop group in the entire nation. Not only that, but she also had experience working on TV shows, magazines, and any kind of media you could think of.

Not a bad resume for a love interest for our little Naegi.

Although... I wonder… it's not exactly a secret the hellish pressure and high expectations that you could suffer if choosing this career; something even I'm aware of. It's a pretty dark industry if you put some time to think about it.

Was it the same to her?

Maybe.

Possibly.

Nothing's off the table for Japan sometimes. Though you could say that for effectively every country.

Well, I don't have any means to know about that… but what I am aware of was that she was regarded as someone with an angelical voice, amazing dancing skills, and the fact that she has over 100 million followers 'Or Sayakers, as they call themselves… terrible bloody name might I add', did nothing but prove that her title was well deserved.

Well to an extent.

I would more or less call her a doll. Not anywhere on the level of Mrs Enoshima but the point still stands.

"Hmm?" Mrs Maizono hummed as she tilted her head questioningly; her face twisted into a confused shape.

"What is is?" I asked her with a little more edge than I would have liked.

"Oh sorry." She raised her hands getting a little flustered. "It's just that I'm usually good at reading people. haha." She nervously chuckled. "Something like psychic though I'm not actually one." Another chuckle escaped her lips. This time a little more cheerful. "Ya know, just having really good intuition."

"Huh..." I lowered my head slightly in thought. "Interesting..." I raised my head while opening my eyes slightly; meeting hers. "Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you. The name's Oberon V. Voyager by the way."

And with that, I left the supposed mind reader. Might as well remember that possible fact.

"Huh?" Mrs Maizono took a thinking position. Trying to remember something. "Why does that name sound familiar?"