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Nagito opened his eyes, a dimly lit room in his vision. Looking down, a neat circular table was in front of him. Attempting to stand up, he realised he was tied down to a chair. "Haha, So what. I'll be left to starve here? Wouldn't wanna let trash such as me waste any rescources, I fully understand!" Nagito chuckled, Who was he talking to anyway? 

"Perchance." Huh? Where did that voice..

Nagito looked around the room, was it just him or was it getting darker in here.. Fuck, he was anxious.

Looking back in front of him, sat another his age, They had bright red eyes, brown.. spiky hair? It's a peculiar hairstyle, if he was honest. Did he see this person before?

He wore a black uniform, adorning the sigil of Hope's Peak Academy on the coat pocket. Nagito tsk'd, audibly. "You're from the reserve course." 

The other frowned and Nagito smirked. Good, be mad. Trash worse than him. 

"We'll be playing something akin to Russian roulette, Komaeda from the main course." 

"Are you sure you wanna play a luck based game with the Ultimate Lucky Student?" The audacity, from a reserve course..

"If it's luck, I have that too." Nagito frowned. talentless scum. Trash worse than him, dares to..!

He sighed. He shouldn't get mad, not yet. This is his execution after all. If there's a chance he can survive..! 

"Then, Mr. Reserve Course Department," Nagito held out his hand. "What's your name? I might as well know who I'll be playing with."

"My name is not relevant."

"Come on now, Where's the fun in that? Or are you so foolish that you don't even have a na-"

"World destroyer."

Nagito smiled, a trickle of sweat running down his face. What a stupid name. "There we go, World destroyer. That's far better."

The other nodded. "I'll be explaining the rules of the game now." 

"There are three rounds, first we'll have three lives, then four and finally five for the last round."
The reserve course student reached from under the table, bringing out a shotgun and dropping it onto the table. 

This earned a smirk from Nagito, despite being evidently anxious, had somewhat faith that his luck would get him out of this. Of course he'd prefer if this was done with a revolver but.. Beggars can't be choosers.

Nagito took a deep breath. "Shall we start, then? Mr. World destroyer." 

"Very well." The other replied, their tone somewhat monotone.

In front of them, a small compartment from inside the table opened, lowering and returning with four bullet shells, two empty ones, marked with blue, and two live ones, marked with red. World Destroyer reached forward grabbing each of the shells and inserting them into the shotgun with closed eyes. 

"Close your eyes." And so he did.

Nagito didn't appreciate looking at the dark, haha. It was just like when he was discarded inside that trashbag.

"Komaeda-San, You can open them now." 

Nagito opened his eyes, the shotgun lying between them on the table.

"Let's begin then, Your turn first.

Nagito reached forward, his hand tightening on the shotgun.

"You can either shoot me, or point it at yourself. If it's a blank and you shoot yourself, you receive an extra turn. If it's live.. well.. You know what will happen."

Alright, Fair enough. 2 Lives, Two Empty ones. He shouldn't be worried about this.

Nagito pointed the shotgun at his leg, shooting.

Click. 

He cocked the gun, a blue shell falling out. 

Nagito looked at the shotgun before pointing it at the other. "You said I still have my turn, right?" 

"Correct." The other closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact, suppose?

Well, Not that he cares. He shot.

The reserve course student fell back, the sound of the gun ringing in his ear. What an annoyingly loud noise.

Well. He shot the guy. Was he dead now?

Nagito blinked, the other appearing before him again. "Preposterous." 

"Are you saddened by the fact I'm still alive?" Maybe, Maybe he was. What was he gonna do about it? Trashy scum. 'If it's luck I have that too' Hah! Don't make me laugh.
"Not at all, World Destroyer. It makes things far more interesting, Wouldn't you agree?" Of course he was upset.

"If you believe so." The other looked down, grabbing the shotgun and pointing it at Nagito.

"Shoot, I dare you." He mouthed. 

And the other did. Click.

A blue shell fell onto the table. 

World Destroyers's expression remained unreadable. Nagito couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Not that he should care, reaching forward he grabbed the Shotgun, wasting no time in shooting the reserve course student.

The other fell back again, a sigh of relief leaving Nagito as he closed his eyes. Things were going too well, was his luck being gracious with him? Of course it was. He's.. He's a student of hope's peak for a reason, right?

Opening his eyes again, Bright red eyes bore into his light grayish green ones. 

"Congratulations, Komaeda. You beat the first round." 

Nagito nodded. "Are we moving right onto the second round, then?"

"Precisely." Both of the two looked down to the table, new bullets had just arrived. Two lives, four empty shells. The tan male quickly loaded the shells into the shotgun.

"Let's make things more interesting, Shall we?" What? Huh? Wait, No. That's not..

In front of the two of them, 2 boxes emerged from the table. Reaching into it, He pulled out a..  Familiar looking Soda? A knife, A pair of handcuffs and another pair of handcuffs. "Excuse me, What-"

"I'm getting to that." World Destroyer murmured, holding up the soda. "Usually it would be a cigarette, but seeing as we are both underage I've made the decision to replace that with soda."

Nagito nodded, despite that not explaining anything.

"Each of these Items do something. The soda allows you to reload to the last bullet. The handcuffs block your opponents next turn, Using the knife you can cut off the front part of the shotgun, If you get shot with that you lose two lives. There is a magnifying glass, though none of us have received it. It allows you to see what the current bullet is, if you shatter it. And finally, there's sakura-mochi, it gives you one life. You're able to use multiple items during your turn. Though, If i were you I would be careful to be wise with the preservation of your items."
"Ha, I see. Needlessly complicated. Are you trying to give yourself the winning chance? I ask you to not underestimate the Ultimate Lucky Student." Nagito rested his elbow on the table, lowering his head onto his hand.

"Just play." Hinata retorted, though his voice was as monotone as ever, Nagito could tell the apart that his voice was somewhat more rushed. You're becoming easy to read, World Destroyer.

Nagito returned to look at the list of items displayed in front of him, he picked up the soda, it seemed familiar. Didn't he win something similar to this..? A lifetime supply, wasn't it? So the brand follows him even after death. How silly.

He chugged it down, discarding it to the side, much to the others dismay. Nagito grabbed the gun, reloading it.

"Hm..." Looking towards the side, he stared at the knife. Reaching for it, he stopped. "No, Nevermind."

He shot into his leg.

Click..!

A blue shell fell to the floor, an audible sigh of relief from the pale haired man.

"It's.. Probably going to be blue again." Nagito, once again, pointed the gun at himself. 

Click.

A Pained scream emitted from the Albino, gripping onto his leg. "Fuck- Fuck, Shit..!" 

God, Fuck, That went right through his leg, he can see the bullet- He's really going to die here- fuck, fuck, fuck..

Nagito clenched his teeth, looking back up at Reserve Department Student.

A stupid, ugly, horrid smirk looking back at him. He could feel the blood boiling under his skin. Fuck, This only fueled Nagito's determination, He's going to win this and shove that shotgun down the others fucking throat.

"Now it's my turn." 

Wait, Huh?

Before Nagito could even properly register what the other said, he felt surging pain his right arm.

"No worries, We'll patch you right up, after you lose, of course. Wouldn't want you bleeding out during the last round." 

"How reassuring you are, World Destroyer." Nagito murmured between pained breaths. 

"Of course, I learned from Nanami-Chan after all." Nagito's face dropped. He knew the Class President? Damn it.. Was He the reserve-course student she talked about so often?

The supposedly kind and caring piece of trash? 

As if. Nagito scoffed. He bet the latter manipulated her. There's no way an Ultimate would associate with talentless scum anyway.

Nagito reached forward. There weren't any live bullet in there, were there?

Nagito shot into the table, not precisely at himself, but it didn't matter to him, Three shots, three blue shells discarding onto the floor.

If he remembered correctly, He had three lives left, the other still had five.
Looking back down, the next array of bullets arrived. Two Blue, Three Red. He'll make that bastard eat the dirt this time, for sure.

After the other loaded the gun, two boxes rose up from the table once again, this time with a new array of items. Another Soda, A Singular Piece of Kusamochi, pray he doesn't choke on it and two magnifying glasses.

This seemed like a pretty good load out, he sighed.

Wasting no time, he pointed the gun at the other.

The other just stared at him. Red eyes bore into his own. God, that made him so uncomfortable.

Nagito closed his eyes and shot.

Click.

A Blue Shell fell out from the holster. Nagito dropped the gun. "Why is.. Why is my luck not.."

"I told you, I was quite lucky myself." World destroyer piped up, picking up the knife and sawing the front part of the shotgun off.

"Don't make me laugh! You're from the reserve course, There's no way someone like you would-" He reached forward, cuffing Nagito to the table.

Click.

Nagito yelled, shutting his eyes tightly as he turned his attention to the gaping hole in his arm. "Y-You shot me there twice-? I-"

"You're too noisy." World Destroyer interrupted, reloading the shotgun, a red shell falling from it.

"I can shoot you there a third time if you prefer." He blankly stated.

"No! No way!" Fuck, he was on one life left and cuffed. So his turn was skipped? Shit. He might actually die here.

World destroyer pointed the gun at Nagito, There's.. There's no way, right?

Click.

Nagito yelped, looking down at his hand. He shot directly into it- Oh god, His hand was gone.

Watching the blood seep out from the fresh open wound, he shook his head, trying to back away, whether he was trying to run from the one that just shot him, or the reality of the situation himself, he didn't know.

The blood loss was seriously getting to him, he could feel himself slipping from conciousness.

"You can't fall asleep yet, Komaeda." World destroyer reached over the table, at him.

Before either made contact, Nagito's head made contact with the table.
Nagito shot up, looking frantically around the room, using his right hand to support himself, he dropped back down.

"What-?" Looking down at his right hand, he stared right at what was missing. Well.. Not exactly 'missing' per say. More like.. Replaced.

A Petite, thin hand, adorning red polished nails stared back at him. His stomach churned. What the hell happened.

Nagito took a deep breath. Alright. Let's calm down! Or.. at least try to. You can do this Komaeda, You always could, why not know?

He exhaled, standing up. 

In front of him was a door, nothing else to note of inside this room though. 

Seeing no other option, Nagito stepped outside the room. Meeting the familiar scene of the man sitting by the table. 

"You- What.. What happened to my hand." Nagito held his right arm up, 

World destroyer shrugged. "You ready to continue now?"

"I can't just brush this off! I-"

"Fine, Fine. Let's just keep it at fixing you up has a bit of a price, Is that satisfying enough of an answer for you?" World destroyer tilted his head in slight amusement.

"You're not going to give me a proper answer, are you?" Nagito murmured, sitting down.

"No, Maybe not."

Nagito frowned, looking down at the box of items. Seems like he got a soda, a knife and two magnifying glasses. This was the last round, the one that would decide everything.

"Is the gun already loaded?" 

"Of course."
Nagito reached forward, grabbing the gun.

"Three red, Three blue." World destroyer noted.

At least that bastard was decent enough to let him know.

Nagito reached forward, chugging the soda can before neatly placing it onto the table.

He reloaded the shotgun, a blue shell falling down. Three red, two blue. 

Nagito grabbed one of the magnifying glasses, slamming it down onto the table, the glass shattering. With that, he viewed the shotgun through the magnifying glass. A live shell. He then reached forward and cut the barrel off using the knife he had.

He pointed the gun towards the other and shot him in the right arm, or well.. It ended up being the abdomen. Turns out, It's pretty difficult holding a shotgun with one arm. Eh.. The other seemed to be doing well though, for whatever reason.

God, Can't he lose an arm too, preferrably? Nagito looked down at his stitched right hand. He frowned.

Anyway. World destroyer lost two lives and there were two red left and one blue. That's good.

He forced down a gulp, hopefully the other would fuck up, please.

World destroyer looked down at his array of items, He's got two kusamochi, two knives and four Soda's. 

"How unlucky, Isn't it?" Nagito smiled, or at least attempted to. But seriously, Four soda's is serious bad luck.

"Mhm.." World destroyer murmured, sawing off the front of the gun, pointing it at Nagito.

"Point it somewhere where it wouldn't hurt, preferably." 

"Yes, That would indeed be something preferable. If you were to make it out of this. Which I highly doubt you will, as-" 

"Oh my god just shoot me already, please." This guy was insufferable. Why did he talk like a robot? Weirdo.

World destroyer nodded, pulling the trigger.

Click.

Nagito flinched, biting his tongue. But.. He didn't feel that unbearable feeling of pain. Was it a blank..?

Looking up, He stared at the blue shell that fell from the gun. Thank god.

Nagito grabbed the shotgun and wasted no time in shooting the other, well. As best as he could. He didn't have any knives left or handcuffs, so hes bound to be shot the next round as well, but.. He'll be on four lives, the other at what, two?

With a heavy sigh, Nagito slumped his shoulders. He can do this. Have faith in yourself and your meagre hope, Komaeda. You're better than some reserve course student.

World destroyer aimed at the other.

Click.

Blood splattered onto the floor and Nagito gripped at his abdomen, tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as he took a deep breath. Don't panic, please. This will only make things worse. No matter how much it hurts, don't panic.
He took another deep breath, coughing up blood as he did. Damn it, Where the hell was he shot? Reaching down, his hand brushed over his stomach, returning blood-coated. He frowned.

The sound of tapping brought Nagito's attention over to the other, slightly surprised. Was he.. Impatient?

Nagito looked at World destroyer in disbelief, What the hell was his problem? He was the one that shot him! Excuse you???

"What's with that expression." Nagito frowned.

"You're going to lose blood quickly. Finish the game." Hah. Is that all the other cared about?

"Fine then." With a struggle, Nagito turned his attention back to the table, Two Reds, Two Blues. Back to square one, huh.

He watched the other load in the gun, not bothering to close his eyes. He could barely see between his fading vision anyway. Looking down at the box that has appeared from the table, Nagito reached inside, pulling out a soda, a magnifying glass and six handcuffs. What the hell.

Seems like World destroyer had far better luck than him, A knive, handcuffs and whatnot.

He let out a long drawn out sigh. Come on, Come on.
It's fine. He still had four lives. His turn was always first.

Nagito looked at the soda, taking a sip of it and then reloading the gun. A blue shell falling down. Two in three chance. 

He aimed the gun at World destroyer.

Click.

A blue shell fell down.

Shit.

"Something the matter? Is your luck not doing you wonders?" His opponent smirked, tilting their head.

"You're just someone from the reserve course, there's no way I would-"

"Let me interrupt you there, Komaeda." The brunette stared down, reaching for the handcuffs, cuffing the other to the table. 

"My name.. My name is Hinata Hajime," He sawed off the front of the gun, aiming it at Nagito.

"I am the reserve course student meant to transfer to the main course,"

He shot.

Nagito let out a pained scream in his confusion.

"I am the one given the title of Ultimate Hope."

Nagito's movements stilled, the realisation of the others words settling in. A blush crept onto his face. 

Ah.. What great luck he had.

"Then.. Please, Hinata-Kun," He let out a drawn-out sigh, listening to the sound of the barrel being sawed off once again. He looked up at the other.

"Show me how great your hope is."

The two students smiled at each other.

Click.

And Nagito Komaeda was no more.