Yashi ☆ Yashi ☆ Idol!

**Yashi ☆ Yashi ☆ Idol!** is the name of Yashira Kurosawa's execution, as featured in Danganronpa: Until Proven Guilty.

## Sequence

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 24 of Danganronpa: Until Proven Guilty*

As she stands patiently at her podium, she shoots one last scowl at me before the floor opens up beneath her. She falls through the trapdoor to god knows where, her silence eerie as ever. Unbothered by death.

With a flash, the screen cuts to a new scene. A stage illuminated by the pink and blue glow of spotlights dancing across the hard wood surface. A lone music stand sits prepped and ready, topped with sheet music and a gleaming flute. Proscenium seats lie in front of the stage, all populated by replica Monokumas.

Thud.

Yashira falls through the ceiling, landing on the stage with a remarkable crash. A screen drops down in front of her just as she makes contact with the floor, displaying some strange colourful background, like something out of a music game.

My heart pounds as she rises to her feet, snatching the flute from the music stand as she scans the sheet music.

She knows what she has to do.

Suddenly, the screen springs to life.

'Get ready!' it reads in bold pink text, a simple tambourine beat clicking away as if it's about to count her in.

Her fingers wrap around the flute, gripping it with perhaps the most confidence I've seen from her. Her brashness is so cold, so empty it leaves my body feeling like a bottomless pit.

The letters fade away, counting her down in that same pink text.

3, 2, 1

Then music. Some crappy idol music blaring through the speakers. I try my best to keep myself upright on the vibrating floor, though I can't help but think of Jin. The pain, the tears, his dead body.

This is where Yashira dies. Just like Jin did.

As the music plays, coloured circles come sliding down the screen, prompting Yashira to play the notes. And she does, with immense precision. Each time she blows on the flute, her score goes up, higher and higher. 'Super!' and 'Perfect!' flash across the screen in that same gaudy font as the bar keeps rising. The Monokumas in the audience cheer as she plays, throwing bright pink roses at her feet.

Just as she seems to be relaxing into her incoming fate, the speed quickens, forcing her to play even faster. I can feel my heart racing as the pace increases, almost thumping to the beat. She starts to miss more and more notes, her score metre dropping with each false step. Her face flushes, sweat trickling down her forehead as her fingers dance across the keys, desperately trying to keep up with the rhythm. And yet I can only keep my eyes on the score metre. Going down, down, down.

Pebbles land at her feet, clearly being thrown by the army of jeering Monokumas. They scratch at her arms and legs, leaving cuts and bruises deep in her skin.

Down, down, the metre doesn't stop as the song only speeds up more and more.

Until it reaches zero.

The ceiling above her opens up, huge artillery lowering down to her level. Anxiety burns in me, and I desperately want to scream out for her. But it's no use. My cries will never reach her. And even if they could, I doubt she'd listen to me.

The flute falls to the ground, its keys flying off into the audience. Yashira stares wide-eyed at the machine guns in front of her.

She wants to run.

But before she can, gunshots ring through the room. Flashes of light burst in front of my eyes.

The screen goes black, slowly retracting back into the ceiling.