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the-good-noodle-kf · 5 years

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(Here’s a fic that I started months ago but have procrastinated on like I do with everything) It is post-game, multichaptered, and this is the first chapter.

It's weird waking up and remembering things that aren't real...

He wakes up to light, which is odd because he doesn't remember falling asleep. He remembers walking hand in hand with Maki and Himiko towards the future, leaving their nightmare behind.

He's not even outside anymore. Shuichi looks around to realize the light is artificial, beating down on him like a seed in a small pot that needs to be started inside, for it to survive outside. The artificial light is so bright and close; it's as if it's trying to emulate the sunlight it would never be. He glances around the room to see that the walls are also white, and so is the window. The atmosphere behind the panes houses a blue sky, completely unlike the reddened sky of the post-apocalyptic world they all saw and remembered.

He can't see the floor, but he can see himself. He's covered to the waist in a papery white sheet, and above that, he's in a hospital gown. Attached to his arms are multiple wires, and he can see some (separate) wires leading towards his head. They trail under the helmet; he feels the further dips they make in his skin compared to the fit of the headgear.

(Huh...)

There's a small, wall TV in the far left corner of the room, and beside that is a door. More artificial white light’s coming from the window of the door, and judging by the style of the room and his attire, he's most likely in a hospital -- or a mental facility (Less likely, as many of them don't use hospital gowns). Disengaging himself from the wires and the other things that keep him where he is is the next thing he does.

He stands to find that his legs are really shaky, much more than they ever have been. It's like they won't respond properly, even though he can still stumble along in a fashion that resembles walking. Putting his hand on the chilled metal of the doorknob, it takes an astounding amount of effort to just push down the handle and open the door; it feels like it's made of solid brick, not some plastic-encased wood.

He's already out of breath by the time he falls to the tile floor. The door shuts behind him. It's loud compared to the near lack of noise in the bright, empty, hallway.

The automatic locking of the door he just passed through startles him. Shuichi's pulse quickens in panic of the unknown. He's deduced that he doesn't know his current location or the reason why he's there (he could guess, but that would make things much worse).

A male voice resonates through the empty hallways, a prerecorded message through the wall speakers. "Congratulations! You've won! Please exit through the left hallway. Follow the green arrows to the main room to receive further instruction."

Shuichi remains leaning against the door he exited from. He can't bring himself to listen, too focused on the loudest question in his mind, other ones following.

'It's not over yet, is it?'

'Where am I?'

'What do they/it mean, I've won?'

Followed by a less persistent, resigned thought

'I'll have to do what they want sooner rather than later.'

Defeated, the detective stumbles along the hallway to the left, following the green arrows as directed. The voice continues as he walks, "due to the safety concerns of the team members, you will not meet or contact any faculty at this time."

So the 'they/it' debate settles on a 'they' . Multiple people are the cause of Shuichi's current situation, he supposes.

The green arrows lead to a door. It automatically opens when he walks in the vicinity, revealing Maki inside.

Her head lifts from its deep-in-thought glower to meet Shuichi's. "Shuichi," she acknowledges.

"Maki." His shock is apparent and his gaze pans around the rest of the room- a seating area, empty, save for Maki and himself. That means, "...where- where's Himiko?" He asks her.

"I don't know." She looks away, withdrawn. It's not out of the ordinary. Maki's been withdrawn a lot lately, at least, during the killing game. It makes Shuichi wonder whether she was like that before, too. It's gotten noticeably more apparent ever since-

Another automatic door opens, revealing Himiko. Her eyes are red and her cheeks look wet. She seems even more surprised to see them. "Nyeh... You're here. I was worried I wouldn't have enough MP to find you guys."

So she was afraid she'd end up alone. "I'm glad you two are alright," Shuichi tells them, and he is.

"Shuichi," Maki regains his attention, "how did we get here?"

"I... don't know. The last thing I remember is escaping the school."

"It's the same for me." Maki pauses, her face hardening. "I would know if I went unconscious."

"Hmm..." Himiko hums in thought.

"I can't say for certain, but something tells me it's not over. If it was... we'd be outside. The sky is different as well."

"The sky?" Maki questions.

"Yeah. When we escaped, the sky was red because of the meteors and destruction, but there was a window in the room I woke up in, and the sky appeared blue."

Maki expression turns to one of pondering.

The same male voice from the speakers interrupts all their qualms. "Please direct your attention to the monitor in the center of the room. You will view a presentation explaining many of the things you may be wondering about. All other questions will be answered in time. Please wait patiently."

They turn to the screen, and it lights up. A middle-aged man in a suit begins speaking in a familiar voice. It's the same voice on the prerecorded messages. "Welcome, winners of the 53rd season of the popular TV show, Danganronpa, created by the workers here at Team Danganronpa, including myself. Now, let's begin, shall we?"

The program cuts to a cartoony depiction of many people seated around a futuristic conference-like table, chatting soundlessly amongst themselves as a tune resembling elevator music plays lowly in the background of the man's voice as he continues, "Team Danganronpa is a company that writes, develops, produces, and carries out all the processes of the show, Danganronpa. Members of the team come together to create character backstories, memory altering machines, character designs, and various other details needed for each season of Danganronpa."

The scene continually changes to correspond with what the voice talks about.

"Fans of Danganronpa from all over the world register, in hopes that they'll be selected to audition for the following season of the show. The team then hosts the auditions for the first 600 eligible fans. Out of all of these admissions Team Danganronpa carefully chooses a lucky 14-15 people to participate! Each of you winners, were one of the chosen."

"Next, Team Danganronpa sends out members to 'kidnap' you. Call it an... initiation of sorts. This information is kept privy to participants only. This is because it serves as the basis for the implanted memories which will later be explained."

"You are immediately taken to the TDR facility. This is the building you are currently in right now. At that point in time, all participants are required to read and sign a contract before entering the game or undergoing the memory alteration process. After they've completed that task, they are sent to rooms assigned alphabetically among five different hallways, some of which you just came from. In their rooms, they enter the virtual world, or as you may know it, the killing game. This is where the killing game begins."

"TDR staff members alter your memories for the first time as soon as you lose consciousness, removing all memories post your kidnapping/initiation. During your season, all participants were permitted to explore the game before losing the rest of their memories, and prior to gaining their ultimate talents. Though you don't remember it, you will be able to access the footage of this at the beginning of your season, the 53rd season."

"After the initial entrance, you were all infused with your ultimate talent in-game abilities, along with the character style and memories surrounding them. Everything that happened proceeding that point, you already know about, of course."

"During your time in the virtual world, you were given 'breaks' where, although you would not regain consciousness, you would receive muscle stimulation and nutrients in order to prevent atrophy. Feeding would also occur during these breaks so that your physical state would decline as little as possible during the course of the show. If you've noticed, you are currently able to walk despite having been in a comatose-like state for approximately six months. You're welcome."

The video cut back to the middle-aged man speaking, "That just about sums up the explanation. Now, please exit through the door labeled 'Danganronpa Community Center: Main Room' to meet with one of the staff members. They will answer any and all questions you may have. And thus concludes the 53rd season of Danganronpa. Thank you for your participation!" The screen turns black.

Stunned into silence, the three make their way to the designated door. It opens automatically as well. Big windows cover one wall entirely, shedding light onto the couches, tables, and chairs that make up a room that can only be a recreational center.

A woman stands before them at a height that's slightly shorter than Maki. Her white lab coat adorns a pin that says DR, with the signature monokuma eye below. She begins to read off of the red clipboard in her hands, "Participants #798, Maki Harukawa, #804 Shuichi Saihara, and #808 Himiko Yumeno, congratulations, you are the winners of the 53rd season of Danganronpa. Now, I understand you may have questions and I am here to give you answers." The woman smiles. "Oh!" she exclaims after a moment, "Here is a copy of each of your signed contracts if you wish to read through them." She passes them all a booklet, each page with their own signature toward the bottom of the top sheet.

Maki takes her contract first, leafing through the papers before shooting an accusatory glare at the woman. "How do we know this isn't forged?" she challenges.

The woman smiles again, "I thought you might say that; follow me." And she begins walking through another door, the three winners following after. The room has a counter with seating and a few dispersed chairs. She makes her way to a computer that's turned on in the corner of that room and speaks, "we have footage of each of you signing and reading the contract if you'd like to view it." The room has a counter with seating and a few dispersed chairs.

"Ah," Shuichi responds. None of them bother watching it, all taking the woman's word for it.

The contract is lengthy, and once each of them is left to their own devices, (the woman tells them to just let her know if they come up with any questions. They have many, but they're not quite sure they're ready for the answers.) Shuichi begins reading through it. It mentions prize money, a million dollars each (over one hundred million yen), that they will receive at a later date. Written in ink is their agreement to getting out in a simulation where they may carry out murders, or be murdered. They all consented to relinquish their memories to be replaced with false memories, which causes Shuichi to wonder how little he had to lose if he was willing to give it all up. He doesn't know his past self, and he thinks he wouldn't ever want to.

Shuichi learns that they all have a locker at the center, where they left their electronic devices as well as a notebook entailing every important password and piece of information about themselves, so they would still be able to log on after the game. Everyone of them is entitled to therapy, paid for by the company, all medical and health concerns will also be addressed and paid for by Team Danganronpa for the remainder of their lives. The signed booklet also entails all the risks they may face: PTSD, trauma, physical atrophy, brain damage, sensory overload, mental decline, stress, panic, and various other things he's maybe heard in passing- or he hasn't heard in passing because all of his memories are false .

He doesn't even have an uncle. The school he thought he went to doesn't exist; every single experience of his is completely shrouded in lies that were fabricated for the sake of some stupid show he wanted to be a part of.

Nothing can compare to how surreal it feels to be told that no one is actually dead though. It's obvious once he reads about the consolation prize to the other participants. He runs over to the woman from earlier who's now sitting at the high counter, filling out paperwork and awaiting any questions that may come her way (He’s a little dizzy when he abruptly stands up, but his legs are more steady than they were before)

"Where are the others?"

She smiles, why does she keep smiling? - "It's only 5:33 AM. They're still sleeping. The bedrooms are right through that door if you'd like a peek." She points, and he wastes no time.

Himiko's head whips away from the page she was reading right to them, "That means I can see Tenko? And, Angie?" she questions, more eager than she's been since waking up.

Shuichi's already through the door before he can hear the lady's reply.

There are seven bedrooms on each side of the hallway, and one of them even bears his name. It reminds him of a hotel, the carpeted hallway, rooms all beside each other. There's one for each of them, except Tsumugi and Kiibo. Tsumugi is part of the team and Kiibo was just an AI. He stands in front of Kaede's door for a minute or two, not wanting to knock and disturb her sleep, but also glad she's alive after all. He just hopes she'll wake up soon. He wants to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that she didn't kill Rantaro.

He returns to the others and waits, waits for anyone to wake up. He's like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to open presents: eager, impatient.

Korekiyo Shinguji walks through the door first, startled and stunned once he sees the three of them. "Oh, you're awake," he says. It's a few minutes before six o'clock.

Shuichi rephrases his earlier thought to 'anyone but the incestuous serial killer' but then frowns at himself for thinking like that. Still, he would've preferred Kokichi or even Angie, to Korekiyo .

The long-haired male seems to notice this in Shuichi's face, as he blurts out, "ah, I see... you hate me ," and it sounds like he's accepted it.

Shuichi opens his mouth to respond but finds that he doesn't know how.

The other two are wordless too.

"I'll leave you all be," he tells them as he crosses the room and exits through another one of the doors.

Gonta comes within the next twenty minutes. Shuichi isn't paying attention to the egress and is startled by the booming, "Shuichi! Maki! Himiko! Gonta is so happy to see you!"

"Hi Gonta," Himiko greets, standing to her feet. She wobbles a little, and grips the arm of the chair at first. After blinking a few times with wide eyes, she steadies herself and smiles.

Gonta envelops her in a hug before moving to Shuichi and hugging him tight. He hugs Maki, half against her will, last, not considering that she's not big on acting friendly. The harmless giant is meanwhile dripping with excitement. "Gonta is so glad to see his friends! I know! Gonta can go wake up other friends too!" He rushes to the hallway with all their assigned bedrooms, pounds on every door before anyone can stop or quiet him, and tries waking everyone up.

Rantaro opens his door with a tired look on his face. "What is it Gonta?" He raises a brow. "Oh, hey," he greets them with a slight wave of his hand.

"Rantaro," Shuichi speaks as Maki nods her head faintly in a distant greeting. Himiko's already following Gonta to the next door.

"What is it Shuichi?"

"Ah, I just- In the game, Kaede didn't kill you."

"Oh I know," he begins airily, adopting a thoughtful expression, "do you know who did though? I was too distracted by the metal ball that fell past me from the ceiling to get a look behind me at my killer." He would've gathered that Rantaro had probably already talked to Kaede about the murder if he didn’t have so much to process.

"Ah, um, yea." Shuichi is taken aback by his bluntness- why did he have to think of the word bluntness? - but he recovers quickly. "...it turned out the mastermind killed you and framed Kaede. It was really Tsumugi all along."

Rantaro opens his mouth- "Himikooooooooo!" He's interrupted by the voice of Tenko Chabashira, who's clad in her pajamas and rampaging in the short redhead's direction like a charging bull.

"Tenko!" Himiko exclaims.

"I'll take care of these degenerates, HAIYAH!" Tenko's eyes center on Gonta, Rantaro, and Shuichi, taking on a fighting stance.

"If they did anything wrong I would stop them... with my mag-" she sighs mid-word, sounding even more tired when she continues, "they didn't do anything wrong Tenko," she explains, saving the three from Tenko Chabashira's wrath... for now.

“Gonta, what is it that you need?” Kirumi exits her door, fully dressed in her maid-like attire despite the loud awakening. Her hands are linked in front of her skirt, prim and proper; it looks like she might bow or curtsy any moment. Shuichi and Maki turn towards her; Himiko is still getting reacquainted with Tenko.

“Kirumi, look! Friends are awake!”

“I see. That is fortunate, however, it is not gentlemanly to awaken others before they are ready.”

“Oh no! Gonta no mean to be ungentlemanly. Gonta keep quiet now like true gentleman!”

She turns to the three survivors. “I would like to apologize. I failed to adequately serve you during the simulation. My duties to you all were superseded by Monokuma’s false memories given to me, and I behaved dishonorably. I sincerely hope you can come to forgive me, given time.” She bows and averts her gaze. “I will go prepare you some tea.”

“You don’t have to-” Shuichi begins, but Kirumi has already left the corridor.

“Gonta, what time does Kaito usually wake up,” Maki asks, though she doesn’t round the statement off with an inquisitive tone like a normal question would be asked.

“Oh! Kaito no here yet. Doctors say Kaito wake up later. Kokichi and Miu too.”

“They… aren’t awake yet? What do you mean?” Shuichi furrows his brows. He thought everyone was sleeping in their designated bedrooms.

“Gonta just woke up two days ago. Before two days ago, Gonta was still stuck.”

“Stuck where?” Himiko intervenes with Tenko looking over her shoulder.

“Hmm, Gonta not sure. Doctors told Gonta it was called something, a sim-lay-shun.”

“They’re still stuck in the simulation.” The bluenette surmises. How is that possible though? Didn’t the simulation end?

“Shuichi knows! Gonta no understand much, but hope Maki, Shuichi, and Himiko think Gonta helpful.” He scratches the back of his head with a nervous smile.

The assassin crosses her arms before speaking, “I have to go. There’s something I need to do.” Maki addresses the surrounding ex-students before leaving the hall. Shuichi knows that Maki is going to ask about Kaito. Himiko probably knows too. It doesn’t take a detective to figure that out.

“Oh! Gonta would like to bring friends around building! Like gentleman. That way, friends can know where to go!”

“I’d like that, Gonta.” Shuichi gives the helpful giant a small smile.

“Me too, nyeh, maybe I’ll be able to collect some mana on the way…” Himiko fiddles with her skirt, trying to hide her appreciation.

“I will go too and make sure neither of these menaces do anything suspicious!” Tenko asserts.

“Gonta no do anything suspicious! Gonta gentleman.

The three follow Gonta in his attempt at a tour, he doesn’t spend too long in the room connected to the bedrooms’ hallway or the main rec room, since they’ve already been there, but he still lets the others know what rooms they are. He also tells them some unnecessary information, like where the couch is, and other things that they can easily observe themselves.

“And this is room with tables to eat food at. Gonta ate breakfast with friends just last morning!” He explains cheerily as they walk into a dining area of sorts.

They enter the kitchen next, where Kirumi is staring at a teapot on the stove, her nose nearly touching the side. “This is room where food is made. Oh, hello Kirumi!” He waves to the former-maid who stands up straight and looks away from the teapot to respond.

“I apologize for the wait. The tea water is still boiling.” Teacups are set out on a tray, enough for everyone who is awake.

“Thank you Kirumi!” He tells her, and then he turns to the three. “Kirumi is true gentleman- no!” he corrects himself, “gentlewoman!”

Gonta brings them to a hallway and points to the bathrooms. It would be ‘ungentlemanly’ to enter them, Shuichi supposes. He tells them all about the terrarium in his room, that the ‘doctors’ gave him, on his way through the hall with, what Shuichi can only theorize are, Team Danganronpa employee-owned rooms with various uses.

This theory is proven when Gonta points and says, “this is room where Gonta talks about bugs with doctors.”

(which definitely means that that’s the ‘therapy’ they’re all entitled to .)

The three of them, (even Tenko) can’t help but offer a sympathetic smile when the former-entomologist’s ever present smile fades, and he confides, “Gonta no understand. Danganronpa facility so nice. Doctors smile so much... and even give Gonta bugs for room! But, they reason why friends look so sad all the time.”

They make their way back to the main room where Kirumi has their tea ready, along with dishes of various additives (sugar, honey, milk, lemon...). She bows and returns to the dormitories - assigned bedrooms - as Maki strides, unphasable, into the recreational room.

"I'm going to visit Kaito,"she announces before turning around and walking towards the hospital rooms. She stops at the door and looks back at Shuichi. "Are you coming or not?"

Shuichi nods and follows right after.

I also posted it on my Ao3 Account

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dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg · 7 years

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Tyler/Jeremy + college au + we hate each other and are stuck together on this dumb studio art project (bonus points for unsympathetic TA!Klaus)

A/N: I kind of want to call this a very late birthday present for Angie. Also this is part 1 of ???

It’s 2:45 in the afternoon and Jeremy Gilbert is sitting in his usual seat in the back of the art studio, once again wondering what it was that he’d done in a past life or this one to make God hate him so much. He’d enrolled in college, as per his parent’s request, he’d grown out of his rebellious phase and stopped doing unsettling things like using recreational drugs on a school night, stealing Elena’s nail polish and only hanging out with people that treated school like an optional pastime and never seem to have last names. What’s more, he was actually getting decent grades and managing to stay out of trouble (a first in his life). So short of his penchant for ripping the heads of Elena’s Barbie dolls when they were kids and sticking them on the backs of pencils for his own amusement, Jeremy was stumped as to what grudge karma possibly had against him.

A more reasonable explanation than the universe inexplicably trying to ruin his life was the idea that their TA Mr Mikaelson (who more or less taught their entire course considering that their actual teacher - Shane - was quite clearly a pothead who believed in ‘leaving his students to be free and let their creative juices flow’ and therefore never showed up for class) was orchestrating this entire situation for his own amusement. That was the only possible explanation for why he had paired him up for an assignment with Tyler Lockwood of all people; the one person in the entire class Jeremy blatantly didn’t couldn’t stand (there was a grand total of 1 person in the entire class he actually liked and a resounding 2 more he tolerated, the rest Jeremy could care less about and made a point of ignoring).

The problem was, Tyler was so freaking transparent. Jeremy knew a poser when he saw one. Tyler was just like every hollow-headed jock he knew from high school that took an art class because they saw an easy way to sleep their way through some extra credits or scores some ass because they thought taking an art class would make them look sensitive to chicks.

Tyler actually had the audacity to walk in every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon like he was doing everyone else a favor by even turning up for the class. Jeremy knew for a fact Tyler didn’t take any notes or do any rough sketches in class when Mr. Mikaelson asked them to (not that he ever watched what Tyler was doing because he didn’t care) so it baffled the hell out of him how Mikaelson hadn’t kicked him out of the class yet. Unlike High School, Whitmore had no obligation to pander to its athletic students and even if Tyler’s parents had donated a wing to the campus, Mikaelson was hardly the type of person who gave a rat’s ass about the prestige of his students. So Tyler had to be turning in his assignments and doing some work at some point.

Part of what Jeremy low-key respected about Mr. Mikaelson (while simultaneously loathing him) was that he was no respecter of persons. He hated everybody equally: everyone had an equal chance of being screamed at and humiliated for the quality of their lines or shading and Mikaelson gave out F grades like they were going out of style. An optimist would attribute Mikaelson’s teaching style to being some kind of backward motivational tactic. But optimists were idiots and anyone with sense knew that Mikaelson was just a sadistic bastard with a pool of stale black coffee where his soul should be.

Which brought him to his current predicament. When Mikaelson had announced the pairs in class, Tyler hadn’t so much as flinched, let alone glanced in his direction, maintaining his aloof, I’m-too-cool-to-care demeanor - for who, Jeremy didn’t know. Liv, his one friend on the course and arguably - his psychopath roommate Kol aside - the entire campus, had shot him a sympathetic glance from where she sat and then proceeded to text him the thunderstorm emoji and a sad face.

Despite her and the rest of his classmates scurrying out of the class once the bell went and Mikaelson had dismissed them with his usual trademark grunt, Jeremy found himself rooted in his seat, unfathomably burning a hole in the back of Tyler’s head, as he too hadn’t made a move to leave the room.

If Jeremy didn’t know better he’d say they were in some kind of competition with one another. That somehow, by not getting up, Tyler was telepathically communicating to him that the first one of them to leave was the loser and he didn’t intend for it to be him. That was the problem with Tyler. He unnerved him, for a dumb, (objectively) attractive, stereotypical jock, he confused the living hell out of Jeremy. He always felt the need to prove something to him despite the fact that Tyler barely acknowledged his existence most of the time, save for the occasional glares and not so accidental shoves they walked past each other. Jeremy didn’t know what made him go out of his way to antagonize Tyler on the occasion that they did speak or why at Whitmore’s annual art fair he felt the need to make a jibe at Tyler and imply that he wasn’t ‘cultured’. As far he could tell it was a reflex. A knee jerk response. An annoying one he wished he could curtail.

His sister, the budding psychology major that she was now (her true calling apparently) would probably characterize his complicated altercations with Tyler as the result of unresolved frustrations he had with High school bullies, similar to Tyler that he wasn’t able to confront. Guys that Jeremy concurrently wanted to impress but also punch in the face but never had the chance.

But he had never been one for introspection. It was far easier to chalk Tyler up to being a dick and not give his juvenile behavior towards him any unnecessary thought. Yes. Much easier that way.

Mikaelson had apparently finished getting halfway to second base with the cup of coffee in his hands and had noticed that he and Tyler were still there. He looked up and locked eyes with Jeremy, which was usually a student’s first and only warning to stop doing whatever stupid shit they were doing to piss Mikaelson off and if necessary run while they had the chance but Jeremy refused this time to let himself be intimidated and decided to hold his ground. It was probably a lost cause but he wasn’t going to leave the room without at least trying to convince Mikaelson to let him switch partners, even if it killed him.

Which it quite possibly would.

Seeing that his usual method of intimidation didn’t take, Mikaelson rolled his eyes at Jeremy and instead, wandered over to where Tyler was hunched over his desk nearer the front of the room and cleared his throat obnoxiously. It was only when Tyler didn’t move that Jeremy realized that Tyler was, in fact, asleep. When Mikaelson realized it too, he paused for a couple of seconds before raising his fist and abruptly rapping his knuckles against the table.

To his credit, Tyler didn’t leap out of his sleep like Jeremy would have (and had on several occasions, complete with drool and everything) and merely shot Mikaelson a inconvenienced look before tucking his arms behind his head and stretching out the kinks in his muscles (which didn’t interest Jeremy in the slightest because who cared how many back muscles Tyler had? certainly not him).

“What?” Tyler grumbled as if Mikaelson was standing over his bed at midnight addressing him in his dorm room instead of in a classroom in the middle of the day.

“Get out, Lockwood.” Mikaelson hissed, not sparing Tyler another look as he turned and began to clear his desk.

Tyler nodded blearily and rose from his chair, still not bothering to acknowledge Jeremy on his way out (even though Jeremy knows he saw him). Why that makes him so angry in the first place is a mystery to him. It’s another confusing emotion that he shoves down because even if he wanted to confront it he doesn’t have the time because Tyler is long gone and Mikaelson is towering over him looking murderous.

When Jeremy manages to regain his wits he stutters out:

“Sir I-”

Only to be rudely cut off by Mr. Mikaelson’s bored voice.

“Speak Gilbert, I haven’t got all day. There’s obviously something you want to get off your chest,” he muttered disinterestedly.

“It’s about Tyler, sir,” Jeremy began.

“Ah, Tyler,” Mikaelson repeats, a rare smile gracing his (admittedly) handsome features - a smile he usually reserved her circumstances that occurred at someone else’s expense.

“Yeah.” Jeremy nodded. “Him. You can’t do that.”

Mikaelson paused between his desk and board at the front of the room. He frowned processing what Jeremy just said.

“I’m unsure what specifically you’re referring to but I assure you that it is my divine right to do whatever it is I please while I’m in charge of this classroom, Mr. Gilbert,” he said coolly.

Jeremy felt he urge to make a snide comment about the fact that it was technically Shane’s classroom but he didn’t think that would help his case so he bit his tongue and instead said:

“I can’t work with Tyler,”

When Mikaelson kept his back to him and didn’t respond he decided to up the ante.

“Please,”

Mikaelson turned and arched an eyebrow, the amused expression reappearing on his face.

“I never took you as one to grovel, Jeremy,”

Jeremy sighed frustratedly and scrubbed his hands over his face, mentally chastising himself for what he was about to do.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Want?”

“Do you want your board cleaned, or me to carry your stuff before class or do extra assignments. What?” Jeremy implored him.

MIkaelson stood and stared at him for a moment before the corner of his lips quivered and curled into an almost cruel looking half smile. The thought struck Jeremy that the man had quite obviously missed his calling as a bond villain and should be somewhere stroking a white fluffy cat and planning world domination instead of standing here playing with his mental health.

“You really don’t want to work with the Lockwood boy do you Gilbert?” Mikaelson purred, folding his arms behind his back and strolling closer towards him.

“Gee, is it that obvious?” Jeremy deadpanned, his need for sarcasm overpowering his will to get Mikaelson on side.

Mr. Mikaelson’s smile only grew more patronizing as he approached him and to Jeremy’s unpleasant surprise he reached out and rested his arm on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry mate,” Mikaelson began in that entirely unsympathetic tone of his. “But my decision is final. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help.”

Jeremy’s eyes rolled back so far he could actually feel them touching his frontal lobe.

“That is literally the complete opposite of the truth,”

Mikaelson gave him one final disparaging glass and walked back toward his desk.

“Good day Jeremy. Do make sure you and Tyler have that project due on time. You’re well aware I have no scruples about kicking anyone off of this course who refuses to comply with my demands.”

Jeremy bit his lip in order to physically stop himself from screaming and forced himself to grab his bag off his seat and head towards the door. In his hurry to get as far away from the art studio and as close to the safety of his dorm as possible, he wrenched open the door and ended up coming face to face with the person who, unbeknownst to him, had been lurking behind it.

Tyler.

Jeremy was about to stutter out an apology but caught himself when he realized who it was. For some reason both boys just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before Jeremy half hearted mumbled “What do you want?” just as Tyler at the same time grunted out “Watch where you’re going punk,”.

“’Punk’, seriously? What is it 2005?” Jeremy quipped, unable to help himself.

Tyler screwed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Jesus, Gilbert do you ever shut up?”

Jeremy was about to open his mouth to fire a response when Tyler silenced him by shoving a folded up piece of paper in his face and immediately after doing a 360 and walking away from him.

“What the hell is this?” Jeremy asked, staring down at it incredulously as if he was afraid it would explode in his hands.

“My number idiot,” Tyler called out carelessly over his shoulder. “I’m not failing this class because of you,”

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When Darkness Falls, Haylijah fanfiction

Link to the story on FF in case you missed the first few chapters or want to read ahead (reviews are always appreciated); https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12125374/1/When-Darkness-Falls

Chapter 4 - Late Night Bonding

Pitch black met Hayley's eyes when she opened them again. It seemed that she had fallen asleep sometime during her and Freya's Parks and Recreation binge watch and surprisingly she'd stayed asleep for many hours. But now she was awake and she didn't feel tired anymore.

Sitting up, Hayley glanced around the room, noticing the clock on Freya's bedside table. It was the only source of light filling the room. The clocks bright red letters revealed that it was 4:11 in the morning. If she wanted to, Haley could get at least five more hours of sleep. Letting herself fall back onto the bed, Hayley closed her eyes and proceeded to toss and turn for about 20 minutes before giving up on getting back to sleep.

Frustrated at not being able to fall back to sleep, Hayley sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up too fast and found herself standing on wobbly feet. Spreading her arms out, Hayley managed to balance herself. Slowly and carefully, she made herself over to where she was sure the bedroom door was. She missed it by a few inches and accidentally banged her head into the wall with a loud thud.

"Damn!" she cursed, rubbing her temple as she backed away from the wall.

She should've let her eyes adjust before she tried to find her way out of the room. Her head was now paying the price for her not doing that. Hayley turned around, half expecting Freya to have heard the noise and woken up. She could make out her shape on the bed thanks to the bedside table clock, Freya didn't seem to have moved or be moving at all.

Turning back around, Hayley made sure to find the actual door this time. She made it out of the room without another accidental head banging. Hayley made a quick beeline for the bathroom once she was out in the dimly lit hallway. Any light was better than the dark at that moment. The last thing Hayley needed was another head banging.

After using the bathroom, Hayley quietly wandered the halls as she tried to tire herself out enough so she'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep. She was stuck, confined in-between the walls of the compound currently. It wasn't like she had anything else to do other than sleep the days away until she could finally go home again. Hayley was anxiously awaiting for the day that would happen.

Realizing that walking around wasn't helping tire her out any, Hayley decided to go back to bed and hopefully will herself back to sleep. She was halfway back to Freya's room when she passed the study and noticed the door open just a crack; light was peaking through revealing that someone was in there. Hayley thought about it for a moment, looking from the study door down the hall to Freya's bedroom door and then back to the study door. She decided trying to force herself to sleep was no longer what she wanted to do.

Hayley walked to the study door and slowly pushed it open, pausing momentarily when the door let out a small squeal in protest. She sighed, pushing the door open enough for her to enter. There was no reason to try to be stealthy anymore after the noise that the door made. A small smile formed on her lips as she made her way into the study to find Elijah sitting in one of the chairs, a book laying open in his lap.

"Hey," Hayley said slightly taken aback by how girly her voice sounded in that moment. "Would you mind some company?"

Elijah smiled at her. "Of course," he replied, motioning to the couch that was placed diagonally from the chair he was in.

Hayley returned his smile and went further into the room.

"Your head is bleeding again," Elijah observed as Hayley took a few steps closer to him.

Hayley couldn't help but chuckle when he pointed it out. She hadn't realized she had busted her head open again. But she also wasn't surprised that she had. The impact of her head against the wall had been rather hard...hard enough to give her a headache.

Elijah's brows furrowed in confusion. "What is funny about that?"

"I ran into the wall earlier and I think that might've busted my wound open again," Hayley explained, her laughter having died down.

"Ah," Elijah responded as if he was a scientist who had just made a new discovery. "That was what that noise was then."

They both got a laugh out of that.

"I'm surprised Freya didn't wake up from the noise my head banging against the wall made," Hayley mused, walking around the room and taking in everything as she had done the day before.

"She is surprisingly quite a sound sleeper given the fact that she's the only one in a compound full of vampires that actually needs to sleep and has a regular sleeping schedule," Elijah pointed out.

"I can tell," Hayley agreed, nodding her head a little which caused little droplets of blood to slide down her forehead and face. "A light sleeper would've woken up if that noise happened in their room."

Hayley wiped at the blood on her face without thinking, getting it all over her hands and accidentally on her shirt when she unintentionally swiped her bloody hand across her stomach.

Elijah watched her carefully. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you heal that?" he asked her, preparing himself to stand up if need be.

"Yes, I am sure," Hayley responded in an assuring tone of voice, turning her entire body to look at him. "Besides, I barely know you," she added as an afterthought. "Why would I drink the blood of someone I barely know?"

Hayley would have been lying if she said she wasn't the least bit tempted to take him up on his offer. But then she remembered why she declined the first time around. The circumstances were not the most ideal. Hayley trusted Elijah slightly - for reasons currently unknown - at this point, but she didn't trust him enough yet to drink his blood; not even if it would help ease the pain of her bleeding and aching head.

"After all, I am not a vampire," Hayley joked.

Elijah chuckled. "That you truly aren't," he concurred, pulling out a handkerchief from his suit pocket. "At least use this to help stop your wound from bleeding more and keep it from getting infected."

Hayley reached out and took it from him. "Thank you." She smiled at him.

"How come you're up at this hour?" Elijah asked curiously as he closed the book in his lap and placed it on the table across from him.

Hayley shrugged her shoulders. "I could not get back to sleep," she answered truthfully. "I guess I am a little insomniatic due to being homesick."

"I am doing my best to get you back to your own life as soon as possible," Elijah assured her. "I promise you that."

"For a very strange and unknown reason, I believe what you say," Hayley said, crossing the room and sitting down on the other side of the couch. "A part of me is telling me not to believe you due to the current situation. But then another part of me is telling me that you haven't exactly given me a reason not to believe you so far."

"Which side are you siding with now?" Elijah questioned, staring intently at her as he awaited her answer.

Hayley shot him a sly smirk and replied, "You tell me."

Playing along, Elijah smirked back. "Considering you're sitting here talking to me while you can't sleep, I will guess the latter."

Hayley laughed. "You are correct, kind sir," she said jokingly, dabbing at her head with the handkerchief that he'd given her.

"I assume that my sister has some kind of medicine you can use on your wound to keep it from getting infected." Elijah sat up straighter in his chair as he spoke.

A mischievous smile took form on Hayley's lips. "You mention that now after you've already offered me your blood twice," she said, biting her lower lip softly. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you did that on purpose." Hayley laughed. "Trying to get me to drink your blood? Is that some weird vampire pick up line or action type thing?"

The abrupt speechlessness of Elijah revealed to Hayley that her teasing wasn't something he had expected from her. She didn't blame him. They'd only known each other for a little under two days or so now, he didn't know much about her and her personality yet. A part of her felt sorry for him because sometimes she couldn't even control how she acted. Often times she'd do or say things without realizing until after the fact.

They sat in silence for a short period of time before Elijah cleared his throat and promptly ended it.

"Here, let me," Elijah told her as he leaned forward, reaching out to grab the handkerchief from Hayley.

Their hands brushed against each others in the process, sending a surprise shockwave straight through Hayley. She immediately let go of the handkerchief just as Elijah grabbed hold of it. That had been completely unexpected. If Elijah had felt it, too, he did not let on that he had. Hayley didn't chance mentioning it since she wasn't even sure what it was or what it had meant. Therefore, Elijah had not said anything so she let it go.

It was Hayley's turn to be speechless for a few moments.

"Is there any chance of me getting a toothbrush and some toothpaste?" Hayley asked when she found her voice again, changing the subject to something completely different. "I can only imagine how bad my breath is right now after a few days of not brushing."

A chuckle tore from Elijah's throat at her words as he lightly dabbed the handkerchief against the wound on Hayley's forehead. "I am sure we can arrange something when daylight arrives."

"Would I be crossing a line by asking if there's any way of getting my current toothbrush and toothpaste?" she dared to ask, looking hopefully at him.

Elijah gave her the same look from the day before that more or less conveyed, "Are you serious?"

Hayley shrugged her shoulders. "It was worth a shot." She sighed. "How long will it be until I get to go home?"

"If I knew, I would tell you," Elijah answered honestly. "It all depends on how negotiations go."

Hayley slumped back against the couch with a frustrated sigh. "I miss my bed and clean clothes and my toothbrush and toothpaste and just everything." She winced at the sound of her voice; it was whiny and so not her. "I guess the saying you don't know what you've got until it's gone is true."

Elijah raised an eyebrow at her last choice words.

Rolling her eyes slightly, Hayley chuckled briefly before she replied, "I mean, I know it's not gone for good but it doesn't stop me from feeling that way." She crossed her arms over her chest and repositioned herself so that she was laying on her back on the couch, one leg hanging off the side and the other stretched out over the armrest.

"What are you reading?" she asked when she got tired of throwing herself a pity party, looking towards him and eyeing the book in his lap.

"An old book," he answered. "One that you probably have never heard of."

He was probably right; though that major possibility did nothing to stop Hayley from still challenging him to try her with her eyes.

He accepted her silent challenge and proceeded to tell her the title of the book, give her a brief synopsis of what it was about (when she asked him), the name of the author, and the century that the book came from.

"Alright, so you were right about that one," Hayley admitted defeat after a short while. "I don't recall the public school system teaching about books from that far back," she added as an afterthought. "Although, to be honest I didn't really pay attention in school anyways. I spent more time skipping than actually learning." She laughed at the thought. "I'm sharing more about myself than I should...probably boring you right now."

Elijah shook his head. "You're not boring me," he assured her, smiling brightly at her. "Considering the book I'm reading, I would have thought I'm the one boring you."

Hayley laughed softly. "I guess we're both full of surprises tonight then because you're not boring me either. Even despite the fact that under any other circumstances I would've already thrown that book out the window because it would've frustrated me to no end," she told him. "There's just something about you telling me about it that makes it interesting."

What was with her talkativeness and truth bombs all of a sudden? Usually she didn't talk this much to anyone, even her friends and family. There was no doubt at all in Hayley's mind that Elijah was different than any of the other people she'd met or knew. She could not place her finger on it, though. It was frustrating her to no end to not be able to pin point was the difference was. How was it that he opened her up more than anyone else ever could without even trying to?

"Would you read some of it to me?" Hayley asked, glancing at him.

With an expression of surprise evident on his face, Elijah waited a moment before finally mustering up a reply. "As you wish."

It was Hayley's turn to be surprised by something that he said. His response was a quote from her favorite movie ever. She wasn't much of a fan of romantic movies, but The Princess Bride was an exception; it was a classic. Hayley wondered if Elijah was aware of the double meaning of what he'd said. She didn't take him for someone that watched even a single movie in his lifetime.

"I'm sure he doesn't know what he said," Hayley thought to herself, confused by the sudden feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Not wanting to spend too much time in her head to read too much into the feeling, Hayley smiled at Elijah and urged him to read to her. She settled comfortably back on the couch as he began reading to her. As she listened to the calm and soothing sound of his voice, Hayley felt a wave of contentment wash over her. Her eyes grew too heavy to keep open and gently fluttered shut.

~WhenDarknessFalls~

The next time Hayley opened her eyes, she was met with light rays from the bright morning sun peaking through the curtains. Sitting up, she looked around and found out that she was back in Rebekah's room. She must've fallen asleep on the couch earlier and Elijah brought her here. The sudden realization that to bring her to the room Elijah had to carry her had Hayley's mind spinning. He'd held her in his arms and she wasn't awake to witness it...what was with her luck as of late? Better yet, why was she bummed out that she hadn't been awake when Elijah carried her to the room? What was he unintentionally doing to her?

Before she could ponder on about it any longer, the delicious scent of food made its way to her nose. Her stomach growled and insisted she get up and follow the scent of food. Getting out of bed, Hayley wandered out of the room and down the long hallway. She followed the scent all the way down to the courtyard where she found Freya sitting and eating at one of the tables.

"Is that McDonalds?" Hayley asked, her mouth watering at the sight of the table full of food.

Freya turned towards her with a grin on her face. "I like to splurge sometimes." She laughed, gesturing towards the buffet of food in front of her. "Dig in."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Hayley smiled and rushed to the table, sitting down and wasting no time to start eating anything she could get her hands on. "I know fast food isn't good for me, but why does it have to be so freaking delicious?!"

"The best tasting is usually always the worst when it comes to food," Freya answered, shrugging nonchalantly.

Hayley nodded, agreeing. "Yep, we were pretty much doomed from the start where food is concerned," she said as she practically shoveled fries dipped in Barbecue Sauce into her mouth. "The way the past day or so has been going, I'd say this seems less and less like a hostage situation than it is."

"This is not at all a hostage situation," Freya replied, shaking her head.

Staring at her, Hayley said, "Keeping me here against my will counts as a hostage situation."

"Not exactly," Freya argued. "You seem to be liking it here just fine."

Opening her mouth to respond to Freya, Hayley barely got a word out before a voice came from the top of the stairs behind her.

"After you're finished eating, we are going to take a little trip."

Hayley turned around in her chair to look just as Elijah came down the stairs and made his way over to her.

"Where to?" Hayley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll have to wait and find out," he answered, a hint of mischief apparent in his eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Hayley turned back to face the table. "That is mean." She feigned hurt by him not telling her where they were going.

"I don't like surprises," Hayley announced with a fake pout playing on her lips.

"You can trust me when I say that you'll like this one."

"Wait a second...I thought that I can't leave here," Hayley stated suddenly, wondering how it was possible when she was supposedly spelled to not be able to leave the premises.

Elijah nodded. "Not by yourself."

Hayley tilted her head as she looked at him curiously. "But with you I can?"

Elijah nodded again. "The spell Freya cast is only for you," he told her. "You can pass through the barrier as long as you're touching someone who isn't affected by the spell."

Hayley turned to look at Freya when she cleared her throat.

"Klaus does not know about that part," she told her. "I wasn't completely on board with his plan and I made sure there was a way to get around what he wanted me to do." She smiled. "I told you I was sorry for doing the spell in the first place, and right here and now is your proof."

Hayley smiled back at her. "Um, thank you, I guess."

"We're not all completely blinded by our love for our sister to make such rash decisions against another person who shouldn't be in the middle of everything," Freya admitted.

The sudden reminder of Rebekah had Hayley's guilt rushing back to her. More and more, she was regretting her part in all of this. The closer she became to both Freya and Elijah, the more she was afraid of the truth coming out sometime in the near future. If they ever found out the truth about the situation that they were all in...Hayley didn't even want to think about what would happen then. She could only imagine it; the thought of what could possibly happen then was enough to scare her damn near senseless.

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