Dream Space
Yasuhiro's head was killing him all over. It was late into noon and he had been up since early morning. All he did was lay in his bed and grip his head in his hands, softly crying from the mass amounts of pain. He had heard the announcement of a body being discovered go off, along with his door clicking open and then close a minute after. He was faced away from his door and he didn't care about turning to see who it was.
After a few more hours, the pain had ceased and Yasuhiro finally could sigh in relief, get up without any pain, and leave his room just in time for some food... Or so he hoped.
He had forgotten about the announcement and as he left his room, Naegi had grabbed his button ups sleeve. "Hiro! Thank god you're up! The trial.." Naegi had panted out his sentence. Yasuhiro sighed and made a painfully quiet whine. "Say no more, Nae-chi. Let's go.. I guess."
Both boys made their way to the elevator where everyone else had stood, waiting.
The trial of Chihiro Fujisaki felt like it lasted only minutes, and not hours, to Yasuhiro. He was too distracted by the quietest of voices in his head. He wasn't asked much anyway, so, it was all right, he guessed. He only snapped out of it when Kiyotaka had begun yelling and crying about Monokuma not killing Mondo.
Oh Shit! I missed that much!?
Yasuhiro thought. Soon enough, Mondo was tied to a bike and speeding around a death cage, going at such a velocity, that his body had melted into butter. Fucking. Nasty.
Everyone had returned to their respective rooms at this point. Yasuhiro's head began to sting slightly. He hated it. Once it had stopped, the clairvoyant decides to just take a shower and... Calm down. Mondo's execution left him a little shaken.
Yasuhiro took his shower, dried up, let his once dreaded hair just fall down into his loose curls and threw on his yellow shirt and under shorts. He flopped down onto his bed and sighed deeply. Heavy. His whole body felt heavy. His eyelids were especially heavy and, soon enough, he fell asleep in a tangled mess with his duvet and pillows.
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Yasuhiro opened his eyes to a bright white... Room? He felt confused. He sat up and took a look around. Completely empty. Cold. He shakily stood up, his body feeling weak and heavy.
"Well, hey there, Hiro." a very familiar voice called. Leon. It was Leon! Yasuhiro spun his head around and saw the slightly smaller, ultimate baseball star smiling at him. But... His body was bruised all over, slightly bleeding in some places too. "Shit..Leon.. Is this-"
"All legitimately in your head... Yeah, it is. I'm not alive, just, somehow in your head." Leon laughed, striding towards Yasuhiro. The strides looked like they hurt too much for Leon's own good, but, he was a figment of imagination (?) so, it didn't matter, right?
"It's quite a strange place to be, though," a females voice piped up. "In your head with all our sustained injuries... Its quite fascinating." Ah, it was Sayaka. Her stomach was bleeding, with one of her wrists limp and broken. She looked in a lot less pain than Leon. "So, it... Isn't a dream?"
"Not at all, Hiro. It's a replacement of a dream, where you can talk to us five!"
"Yeah.. Woohoo." a slightly dim voice had called out from behind the two music lovers. A girl, which Hiro couldn't remember ever seeing. But, he recognised the injuries. "Yo, weren't you-"
"I wasn't actually Junko Enoshima. I'm really Mukuro Ikusaba. The Ultimate Mercenary." the gir- Mukuro turned to all three of them. "Quite surprised you didn't see any... Major differences."
"I'm twenty-one, Mukuro-chi, I'm not tryna look at a teens tits!" Yasuhiro placed his hands in a praying position above his head as he swiftly shook his head. "Fair."
"But... Just look out."
"For?"
"For E-"
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Yasuhiro was taken out of his dream (?) by being shived out of bed by someone. He groaned and sat up, looking at the shoving culprit. Togami. "We've been calling on you for an hour. Get up." Togami swiftly took his leave and slammed Yasuhiro's door behind him. Yasuhiro gave him a scoff. Wait- a scoff?
Since when did I scoff!?
Yasuhiro shakes his head and threw on the rest of his clothes. He strides out of his room and ruffled his non dreaded hair, not wanting to actually do it at all.
Your hair has always been a mess, huh?
Yasuhiro screamed and darted his head around. No one... Wait, was that Mondo?
"Oowada?"
"What about him?" Yasuhiro screamed again at the sudden voice of Aoi. "Oh, Hina... Its, uh, it's nothing."
"Huh... Okay, if you're sure."
I'm not sure at all
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