Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

3.15 - Unfolding A Mystery

A/N: The above is just a stupid edit I made that makes me laugh. Hopefully it makes you laugh too? 

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Sunshine everywhere. The pleasant rays of the sun are beating down on my body and there's this sea breeze from the west rolling over my hot skin. I'm in a cute one piece bathing suit in the middle of a tropical island. Beneath me is a checkered red picnic blanket along with a fruit dish and plenty of other snacks and beverages.

I feel perfect.

Everything is perfect.

Nobody is here to bother me.

I toss a large portion of an apple slice into my mouth instead of just biting a little piece off, whining a bit when it becomes a hard to chew from the size and its ridgid corners. Nevertheless, the succulent apple flavor tastes wonderful as my teeth pierces the fruit and the juice drains over my tongue.

"Prairie, if you take big bites you're gonna cramp up your jaw. Here-"

I look up, tilting my hat back to see a pair of beautiful green eyes looking down at me. It's Rantaro Amami that's sitting behind me. He's smiling and holding a small fork out towards me with a bite sized cut apple piece. Of course he's nice enough to cut it to a reasonable size...how sweet of him.

I smile like a pampered pooch and open my mouth, giddy as he sticks the apple between my teeth and lets me remove it from the fork. This is more like it, easier to chew and everything!

"Are you thirsty?" His velvet voice asks, making me smile and nod before he's holding a small glass up to my lips and carefully tilting what tastes like strawberry-lemonade into my mouth. It tastes wonderful.

I feel wonderful.

Everything is wonderful.

"Since you're being so nice, I guess you could paint my nails and brush my hair today...but this won't be a common treat, so you better enjoy it," I comment, holding out my hand to him and watching Rantaro's eyes light up with delight.

He grabs a pillow from somewhere and tucks it under my head along the blanket, letting me lay back and cross my legs daintily as he rummages around his pockets and eventually produces a pretty mint green shade to paint my nails.

While he's enjoying himself, I use my free hand to pop tomato grapes in my mouth, smiling at the sweet flavor. Who knew tomatoes were so good when they're raw?

"Your hands are as pretty and small as always, Prairie. I could paint your nails all day and never get tired," Rantaro comments, his fingers tracing my palm down to my wrist and making my cheeks grow warm with my smile. I'm moments away from just throwing myself in his arms, I can't help it.

So much time away from him was the worst. If it means he stays with me more, he can pamper me as much as he wants. I missed him too much to argue. Plus...maybe there is a small fragment inside me that enjoys being pampered, but...a little less enjoyment when the pampering is a result of looking down on me and misjudging my own strength.

"Hey, your nails are done. I'll get started on your hair next, alright? Just sit tight for me," he says, my smile big when I see how fancy my nails look. He even puts some crystals on a few of my nails. "Your hair is very pretty...it'd be a shame if it was cut, but I'm sure you'd make any short hairstyle look lovely."

Oh no, I'm gonna get cavities from him, he's too sweet...!

"I-I'm not planning to cut it...what would you brush if I got it all chopped off?" I respond, casting him my sweetest smile and basking under his attention when he gives me a warm look and brushes some of my hair out of my face.