Okay, so this is just a kinda weird AU where Pregame and canon live in the same world..? Also sorry if it's a bit confusing on who is who, I didn't mention any names till halfway through

This is different, but you all can suggest Hamilton oneshots now as well! i have updated the info page too

requested by hetalialovershaya

Danganronpa v3 spoilers by the way!! (kind of)

and suicide mentions just in case that triggers you..

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He hated life. He hated himself for hating life.

Mostly, he hated himself.

The small boy had learned how to tolerate it- kind of-, but it still lingered behind. It was something that he had expected, yet it still left him shocked in it's own way.

That was, however, before he got into Danganronpa.

The quiet boy never had any interest in particular, but he had overheard this new show, new fad, new trend, that was being passed and rumored and gossiped and talked about in almost every way imaginable. It had an odd name like many popular things did: Danganronpa. Danganronpa this, Danganronpa that. He was unsure of what it was, and he would never have the guts to ask someone. If he would ask another, the best response he would get would be a punch in the face and many profanities used.

Luckily, he could just look it up online with no penalty. That same day after hearing all the talk about the TV show, game, story, whatever it was, the purple-haired male decided to look it up. As he went home, he unlocked the door, listening closely to see if his mom or dad was home.

All he could hear was the distant yelling from upstairs. Nothing new.

His dad had a horrible habit of clinging to any pretty woman he sees, and he must have gotten into another affair. The small boy's mom would have divorced by that point, but she didn't have the legal documents to do so and instead the family had to live with this mess. This mess that was known as normal to them.

Not even flinching at the loud sounds, the boy walked over to the computer and searched up what this new trend, Danganronpa, could be.

The first thing that popped up on the bright computer screen was info on what the TV show was about. As the boy read, it seemed to be about a killing game. A killing game? That didn't seem to add up. It was a reality show where real high school students get killed for the sake of the entertainment of the audience.

The short boy was unsure of what to think. Was this truly what everyone at school had discussed? It couldn't be anything else, everything else that had popped up on the search engine were similar.

He made the mistake of clicking on the link for the first episode.

Now, this purple haired, short, and quiet male would not expect to become obsessed with this TV show. He wouldn't expect it to be on his waking mind, every minute, second, and millisecond of his life. He wouldn't expect to become addicted and buy every single piece of merchandise that existed.

Yet that still happened.

Weeks later, he had a friend named Shuichi Saihara because of how obsessed he had become with Danganronpa. An actual friend! A person that the purple-haired male could talk to! Someone that wouldn't be mad at him! The simple thought made the boy's heart beat with delight as a rush of happiness filled him. He felt better then he ever had all because of Danganronpa.

Yet it still felt fake. Was Shuichi just pitying him? Maybe he only liked him because of the boy's love for Danganronpa.

Still, the small kid was too happy with how far he had gotten in their friendship to doubt it. Besides, who cares if the hobby was the only reason he had a friend? They were still a friend either way!

But then... he had started to doubt himself like he did. He hated his life, even with a friend to survive it. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he really was alone. He hated the fact that he wasn't able to talk to Shuichi about his family problems. Shuichi only cared about what he had to say if it was Danganronpa related; anything else he would ignore.

He hated the life he was living. And he hated himself for hating it. There were so many good things, but it felt like he was taking it for granted. He hated himself for that. He knew many others had it worse, yet he still felt like he was the only one with this problem. Softly, it was killing him. It was killing him to think like this. And he knew it.

But why just kill him mentally? Why not physically as well?

The purple-haired boy continued to ponder on and on about these thoughts as he walked home. It was raining horribly, the sound of the water splashing on the concrete loud enough to drone out any other sounds. The boy didn't have an umbrella, and instead let the rain pelt his messy dark purple hair. The sound sounded nice, even if he would be soaked by the time he arrived. Pelt, pelt, pelt.

The small boy was so focused on the sound that he didn't even realized he was being watched. A few feet behind him there was a similar looking boy watching him intently. He eyed the first boy suspiciously, wondering why they had such similar appearances.

Every single feature remained the same, hair, eyes, face, everything except their outfit. One had a dark school uniform on, buttons lining down the middle with matching pants. The other had a bright white shirt and pants complete with a checkered scarf.

It wasn't long before the boy with the dark uniform noticed he was being followed. Who was that other person?! Why did they look similar? Are they a doppelgänger of some sort?! "W-Who are you?! Get... get away!" the boy cried out. He was sure the other kid had to be a bully. Someone else finding pleasure in hurting him, whether it be physically or mentally or emotionally.

"Wait!" the other boy, the one in lighter clothing exclaimed, but by then it was too late. The first boy had ran quickly away from him. He didn't want anyone close to him. He didn't want to be put in any pain again. He wanted to escape.

The kid following him was perplexed, unsure of what to do. Continue to follow him? He did find this kid very interesting... even though they looked identical, their personalities already seemed different.

It became a game of chase, the pounding rain the music as the two ran, the one in lighter clothing attempting to catch up with the one in darker clothing. He had to know- who was the other person?

The boy in darker clothing was absolutely terrified.

After what seemed like hours of stomping through the rain-filled puddles, the boy with dark clothing had arrived where at his destination. It was a nice, quiet area with an amazing view. It was a bit dangerous though, as it was a hilly area and there was a cliff near the end.

Usually, the boy in dark clothing would come here when he wanted to escape. School was hell, home was hell. But this place was like the balancing point between that. Of course, the boy in lighter clothing didn't know all this. He had just assumed the other would jump of the cliff or something.

A shoulder grabbed onto another. The boy in darker clothing yelled out in surprise. "G-Get away! Stop!" He started to sprint away, but the other person had easily anticipated it, and continued to grip tightly onto the wet clothing as rain poured.

"You stop." The boy in the checkered scarf gritted his teeth as he spoke, causing the other boy to glance up at him, getting a good look.

"W-Who are you?! Why do you- Why do you look just like me?" said the boy as he realized how identical the two looked.

"Ahaha, I would ask you the same. Besides, you expect me to know?" the other said, hesitating a bit when he got no answer. "Well, let's skip the pleasantries! What's your name?"

"My name..? My name's K-Kokichi Ouma, you?" The boy in dark clothing, Kokichi apparently, spoke quietly as he watched the other's eyes widen.

"Oh, wow! My name's Kokichi too!"

"W-What does that supposed to mean..? You c-can't have the same name!" the small boy stammered.

"I swear, Kokichi's my name! Even if I'm a liar, this is the truth!" The supreme leader fidgeted with his scarf as he spoke.

"Stop, you're just disguised, right?! Y-You're probably Kaito or something, aren't you?!" one told the other.

"Kaito...?" The boy in white clothing hesitated. How did they both know who Kaito was? But the other boy was talking about Kaito in a bad way, it seemed. Did Kaito bully him or something?

"J-Just go away. I'm better off alone." He looked down, and back up again, eyeing the supreme leader's scarf. "I don't know what kind of trick this is supposed to be, b-but..." he trailed off.

"Wow... for someone that looks a lot like me, you're a lot different then I thought, nishishi," the other boy laughed. "So... timid."

"A-Are you just another bully...?"

"Do you really think that leaving yourself alone is the right choice?" The boy in the checkered scarf spoke quietly as the rain continued to pour around them. "Do you really think that'll get you anywhere?"

"W-Wait, what...?" the purple-haired make in darker clothing trailed off. He hadn't been expecting this. Most bullies just say the typical profanities, with the occasional "kill yourself" lodged in here or there. But this person seemed entirely different. Was he actually giving advice?

"You can't just wait forever, where's that gonna get you?" the other boy spoke casually. He walked further away and under a rock where he sat down. None of the rain was able to get there so Kokichi took off his checkered scarf and ringed the water out. His identical continued to watch him, unsure of what to think. Once the water had been squeezed out from his scarf, Kokichi said, "All you've been saying is 'go away' and 'leave me alone.' Where is that gonna get you?"

"U-Um..." the male in dark clothing was taken aback by the other's words. This person gave off a different vibe then his friend Shuichi did. Shuichi only talked and never cared about way he thought. But this other Kokichi person seemed to actually care. "I... I wanna be alone though. Why d-do you care... it's not like you know me anyway!"

"Stop getting ahead," the kid in the scarf murmured as he placed his hand atop the other's. "What would you even be doing all alone?" They both tried to ignore how similar the two hands were and looked into each other's eyes. It felt like looking into a mirror, almost.

"Maybe... maybe you're right," said the person in dark uniform. He just hastily complied with what the other was saying to avoid his question. "Still, y-you just met me? Why go through all this w-work?"

"Well, it's not everyday you meet someone who looks the same as you," the kid in the scarf laughed.

Soon, a smile crossed the other's face. It was the first real smile the two had felt in ages. A smile that had emerged from true happiness. It wasn't a facade, and it wasn't a lie either. It was the truth. And the truth was what the two needed for a change. One boy was sick of the lies he's told himself, the other is sick of the lies others tell him. The lies felt like a horrible disease, plaguing them until they couldn't go any further. Until they were cured with the truth.

They continued to watch the rain fall gently, not taking their hands off each other once.