Mukuro?- My dear sister, don’t run such deliciously wicked words over that tongue of yours, you’ll get in trouble.
Sweet- of you to say. -Smiles slowly- Keep those thoughts fresh.. ~~
[Aw thank you so much!!! ;A: <33 You’re amazing also! *^* ]

Bring the World Down (MM!Naegi)
Words: 7169
Universe: Mastermind Naegi AU (and as you’d expect, this has DR spoilers)
A/N: (Dedicated to Tumblr user Jinjojess, for letting me use a few of her Despaircest ideas. Now there’s a great writer who knows her Dangan Ronpa. I hope this is a fraction as good.)
He thrashed against the spaceship, the ropes that bound him. Kyouko Kirigiri had never seen this type of desperation in the eyes of her father, nor this type of adoration in the eyes of the boy she thought she loved.
Naegi slung an arm around her shoulder and pinched Monobear’s cheek. “Isn’t he precious? I think he’ll make a beary good new principal!”
Kyouko refused to meet either’s stare. The former principal craned his aching neck toward him. “N-naegi-kun… y-you don’t have to do this. Please, I beg you to reconsider-“
"Reconsider?"
For a moment he pretended to consider this, then picked up Monobear and made him laugh in unison with him. “Upupupu… I think you’re just now picking up on how the world can spin without a few ‘Super High School Level’ bastards, aren’tcha?”
Jin clenched his jaw. All feeling was lost in his arms; his feet, meanwhile could only kick uselessly. The student’s smile only grew.
"But it’s okay! I love you as I love your daughter! I understand the hope you wanted to bring to the world. That’s why I’ll send you into the ultimate hope that mankind has only dreamed of: to find new worlds! And I’ll usher in a golden age at Hope’s Peak Academy!"
"N-NAEGI!" he shouted, "PLEASE! THEY DIDN’T MEAN IT! YOU’RE NOT WORSE THAN THE OTHER STUDENTS AT ALL!"
A twitch at the mention of ‘they’, at ‘worse’. "That’s because I’m a bear," he giggled from hiding behind Monobear, waving its little arms as the doors began to slide shut. Kyouko’s eyes snapped open again to Naegi’s delight. “It’s so despair-inducing that you won’t remember the death of your father. But it’s okay! The hope for the future outweighs the despair, Kyouko-chan, even if you won’t remember me either!”
"I don’t know you as it is." The bound girl clenched her teeth. Father screamed now as if begging for some- any- way to escape. Her own voice barely projected over the beeping of the machines all working in unison. “The Naegi I knew wouldn’t do this. He… he wouldn’t.”
The slightest flicker of doubt flashed across his face but vanished with the slam of the door. Time, it was time. Naegi placed Monobear down and strolled back to the test controls with the alarms screaming in his ear.
His last shout came muffled through it: “K-KYOUKO!!”
Jin screamed, oh, he screamed. Naegi drank it in, dehydrated. The man was carved down to his core in these moments- he saw what really made him human. And that was a pitiful black mix of fear and despair.
"COMMENCE THE EXECUTION OF HOPE’S PEAK ACADEMY HEADMASTER!"
Another scream. He smiled. Priceless. As he wanted it.
"JIN KIRIGIRI!"
Monobear lifted his arm and slammed his gavel down on the button. All the energy in Naegi’s body collected and burst like fireworks as the spaceship roared to life and shot like a bullet into the heavens. The moment he waited for arrived when Kyouko’s composure shattered and she screamed also, fought at her bound wrists with her heart beating out of her chest. Even the adrenaline pumping through her wasn’t enough and she craned her eyes to the stars as her father became a memory. Then the smoke overwhelmed her, burning her eyes and creeping into her lungs. She gasped for breath.
He afforded a step forward and clutched her exposed hand. A finger traced over the burns. They’d whittle it down to a life-or-death scrap in that school. They’d show the world that these Super High School bastards were animals at their core that would kill for survival or reasons even more pitiful.
A thousand claps of thunder sounded at once and raced towards them without subsiding; the ground tremored and like it threatened to open a fissure below; his grip on her hand increased to the point of almost snapping her fingers like she would fly away if he weren’t careful. He was speaking now, saying something else, but he couldn’t hear the words and neither could she. But the meaning got across.
Life flashed before him as his world went white.
Then, his world exploded. A final crunch resounded and it rang through his bones, forcing the remaining air out of him like he were a toy. His head pounded both from the noise and the collision, but most of all it overflowed with the possibilities before him like wine filled to the brim of the cup.
The door opened with a microwave’s ding. The useless student, the talentless student, pulled Jin’s skull from the smoldering remains. It took a second to locate Kyouko again. He spotted a speck of lavender in the ashes and held the skull in front of her. He spoke again. He could barely hear now. It was mostly the ringing.
She only shook uncontrollably, no longer crying but still making the motions. His body shook too, except with laughter that he forced through his scratchy throat, to the point it graced his ears.
"Upupupu… upupupupupupu!”
—-
Kyouko Kirigiri was drowning, but also held under. Breath came in short bursts from the thin air before she went right back under into a sea of questions, none of which had answers. They weren’t memories so much as suggestions; something bad happened, something sent a chill down her spine, something left the inescapable smell of decay lingering in her dreams. The scariest part was that it wasn’t a stranger.
A century passed before she clawed herself to the surface. Cold air washed over her damp face as she lifted her head from the desk. Try as she might, she couldn’t shake the thick cloudiness from her throbbing head, nor the feeling that there was perpetually someone watching. If she escaped the ocean, the shores were just as deadly.
It took another minute for the blurred chalk scrawls to form the ‘Welcome’ greeting on the board. Was she new here? She fished through her memories, closing her eyes once again.
Kyouko Kirigiri had entered Hope’s Peak Academy.
Kyouko Kirigiri had went to see- someone. She winced at the sharp pinprick that came with trying to remember who.
Kyouko Kirigiri had met a boy. His name was- something. She didn’t think much of him. His smile drove it all black and that wasn’t a stranger either.
It still reeked of death no matter where she moved in the room or how she covered her nose. Maybe it wasn’t coming from an outside source. There was no more explanation offered. No mention of if the boy was a fellow student, if she found who she was looking for. Just that stench.

"I- I’ll sleep on this side of the bed, okay?" she had said. Kirigiri slept lightly in case she pulled a trick, but the other girl slept like a log. Though maybe she was right to worry; there was some commotion in the hallways she heard, but distantly. The time of death was later than when she had showed up and she stayed the entirety of the night.
No… Maizono couldn’t be the killer. She could rest her mind with that, at least.
"… According to the Monobear File, it was from blood loss," she replied. Of course. It was everywhere to the point she couldn’t quite cross the hall without stepping it. A thick stream dried on Kuwata’s face from the source, the head wound she prodded instinctively.
Trauma to the head with a blunt object, she thought instinctively as well, not very wide in diameter. Struck once.
It had to be something to draw this much blood from him. And there was that smell again- that smell of death. It was different this time. The last that lingered had an almost fuel-like stench. That and smoke.
Her further inspection revealed an array of bruises across his body. No cuts or anything that would contribute to further blood loss. It was almost as if they were made there for fun.
"So someone has already died."
That dark girl approached again, unfazed by the death around her. A few turned to regard her.
"Where’s the blonde?" Oowada asked.
"Asleep."
She attempted to pass without further ceremony.
"Hold it!" he shouted after her. "You don’t even fucking care?!"
"She hasn’t even told us her name," another mused.
She paused. “… My name is Mukuro Ikusaba. I am a Super High School Level Soldier.”
That explains the desensitization. “And the comatose student you’ve been transporting?” Kirigiri asked.
"My sister."
Mukuro stayed stoic to the muffled words that were inevitably all about her. But for the most part, the crowd dispersed. Some couldn’t stand the amount of blood, the sight of the body; others hunted for clues elsewhere. Maizono clung to Kirgiri’s arm.
"Your sister." The inquisitive side of her kicked in before she realized she was attempting conversation. "She seems to have been asleep for quite a long while."
"… She has," Mukuro said.
"You take quite good care of her."
"My sister… is my world. She’s all I have." A hint of defensiveness crept into the soldier’s tone. "I will do everything in my power to take care of her."
There wasn’t much time before this ‘class trial’, Kirigiri knew, and it sounded fine to her even if her curious side still itched. She had just begun to search the corpse again when Maizono chimed in, “Wh-why was she asleep when we met, though?”
"It was the medici-" something seemed to click. "Medicine!”
And she ran. Maizono looked at Kirigiri with doe eyes. “I… think she doesn’t like me.”
"She just seemed rather preoccupied," she mumbled offhandedly. No murder weapon in sight, but there was a very faint smear of blood in a semicircle, no larger than a few inches. Kirigiri made a mental note and stood back to her full height. "… You said his death was just ‘odd’, correct?"
"H-huh?"
"Kuwata’s. You said ‘thats odd’."
Something emerged in Maizono and that was the most terrifying part, that it emerged as if it were present the whole time. The warmth didn’t drain from her eyes so much as shatter like a mask; behind it, a fear, a primal fear like in the eyes of a rabbit that caught the gaze of a wild cat.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Maizono stated.
"Maizono-san… are you feeling well?"
Her eyes seemed dulled, focused on something distant.
"… I am fine." Whatever she turned into sunk back within her, and then there was the cheery girl that Kirigiri knew. "Do you want to look around some more, Kirigiri-san?"
As a matter of fact, she did.
Leon Kuwata’s dorm was opened. Maizono held her breath as they entered but there was no destruction or mess, save for what’s expected of a typical teenager.
Kirigiri observed his drawer was opened. In place of where Monobear’s ‘present’ would be, nothing. The other girl stayed silent up until they returned to Kirigiri’s dorm- guided largely by muscle memory- and came up with Maizono’s.
I could’ve sworn-
DING DONG!
“Enough with that! I think it’s time for our first class trial! Gather around the red door, you punks!”
As a matter of fact, she almost pieced it together when Monobear’s voice sang over the intercom that it was class trial time. And the whole way down the elevator, Maizono had that look again.
—-
"… Let’s begin with what we know."
The evidence lined up in her mind in a row. The scene, the file, the corpse, the blood smear. No weapon. No main suspect.
"Kuwata died around 2 AM from blood loss. Someone else went out during Night Time," said Togami.
"I-it wasn’t me! I bet he died because he wasn’t warding off the evil spirits in the hallways like I was, ‘right?"
"I didn’t go out either…"
"You’d think he would’ve at least screamed. Unless…"
The crowd fell silent and, somehow, eyes fell on Kirigiri.
"… Someone prevented him from making any noise. It was right outside the dorms of Kirigiri-san and Maizono-san."
Kirigiri crossed her arms. “… You have every right to suspect me. However, I am not the culprit.”
"You seem kinda suspicious…"
"You haven’t even told us your Super High School Level title!"
"Isn’t it fishy none of us heard him die?" Oowada concluded. Maizono looked up.
"YOU’RE WRONG!"
The eyes all focused on her instead, her and her face of rebellion. She had her fists clenched tightly.
"I was with Kirigiri-san the entirety of Night Time and I never heard her leave!" Maizono shouted.
"Th-the entire night, Sayaka Maizono-dono?" Yamada said through a thick sweat. "Uu…"
"B-besides…" The short brunette spoke up for the first time in what seemed like ages. "… Isn’t there the chance that the rooms are soundproof?"
Mukuro leaned in with a look that brought tears to the brunette’s eyes. “That’s foolish.”
"Upupupu…"
And then, they had to check on Monobear. He placed his hands to his mouth like a schoolboy trying to contain his giggles.
"… But 100% right!! Yer school dorms are completely soundproof for yer happiness n’ convenience, punks!"
"Wh-what?"

Monobear failed at this. “Nyohohoho! You know what that means, Ikusaba-san? It’s possible that nobody heard the murder but the killer and the victim!”
"… But that leaves other questions open, however." Togami put a hand to his chin.
It began again: everyone talking almost at once. Kirigiri tried to organize the facts in her mind.
"What was Kuwata doing out of his room at such an ungodly hour?"
"M-maybe he was going to get a snack?"
"He wasn’t going in the right direction for that."
Mukuro glared. “It should be obvious. He was going to meet someone. That ‘someone’ killed him.”
"… Which again brings us to how he died by Kirigiri’s and Maizono’s dorms. Or, dorm."
"… Kirigiri-san, Maizono-san." Celes looked off to the side. "Are you sure there were no disturbances in the night?"
"I- I bet the two of them did it!"
A brief pause. Yamada sweated.
"I mean either Kyouko Kirigiri-dono or Sayaka Maizono-dono was an accomplice! It would be just like in any lilies manga!"
"Y-you’ve got that wr-wrong!” came a shaky voice. Fukawa, pointer finger trembling. “The world isn’t some filthy doujin! One of them wouldn’t help if they had nothing to gain!”
"… Neither of us have a reasonable motive to kill Leon Kuwata," mused Kirigiri. "Save for escape. Whoever did it hardly needed a push."
In the corner of her eye, she caught Maizono making that look again, and almost pretended not to notice.
"U-unless it was… self-defense…?" one mumbled.
"Then that implies Kuwata was out to kill."
"K-kuwata-kun didn’t seem like a killer!" Maizono said.
"None of us do," Togami scoffed, "but this is a game of life and death. If you don’t open your eyes and notice any of us could end your life at any moment, you won’t survive."
All they heard for a piercing moment was the short brunette crumbling. Kirigiri tried to piece it together again. ”… The biggest issue was he hadn’t a room key to enter anyone else’s dorm. I doubt he was prowling for a victim at random.”
"But who would he have gone to meet?"
She caught Maizono struggling for her breaths. The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile that never was on a cracking mask.
"… Wh-why did Maizono stay with Kirigiri in the f-first place?!" Fukawa’s features twisted. "Th-the cow had her own room!"
"I was afraid." The words slid out simply with the calmness of an actor who recited that line one too many times.
"Nobody could have gotten into your room if they tried, you realize,” stated Togami.
"I wanted to stay with K-kirigiri-san."
Again, the look. The twitch. Her eyes locked to her own stare. And Kirigiri took a deep breath.
"… You’ve got that wrong."
"Wh-what is it, Kyouko Kirigiri-dono?"
"… Maizono-san." She steadied her gaze. "… You initially asked to swap rooms with me."
The idol didn’t speak.
"Is this because you were to meet with Kuwata-kun?"
A long moment passed. Then, she managed: “Q-quiet.”
"Excuse me?"
"Y-you- YOU CAN’T PROVE I WANTED TO MEET WITH SOMEONE LIKE HIM!" she shouted, a wild look in her eye.
"A-aaiiiyiah! S-sayaka Maizono-dono’s personality changed!!"
Or, maybe, uncovered. "… Then what was the reason for your desire to switch rooms?"
Her pace sped. “I- I didn’t like my room.”
"They’re the same."
"I wanted to st-stay with you!"
"But you asked to switch."
"I- I NEVER WANTED TO MEET WITH HIM!"
"That’s the reasonable conclusion."
"SHUT UP! SH-SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
"Maizono-san…" A part of her cringed and yet she didn’t know why it hurt. "And what could the real purpose be for wanting to be in my room?"
"I- I SAID I-"
"Perhaps, if Kuwata-kun had died there, it would appear to be my fault."
"H-hrk!"
"That explains the switch."
"Y- YOU CAN’T PROVE THAT!" Maizono screeched now, "YOU CAN’T PROVE ANY OF THAT!"
The one last thing she tried to hide snapped back in her mind.
"Someone… likely had switched the nameplates on our doors," she tried to keep a calm tone, "so Kuwata-kun would have believed… he was meeting with you."
Maizono’s fingernails dug into the wooden podium in front of her. Her breathing ran ragged, more than before; her bangs drooped over her intense glare. Nobody spoke.
"… Maizono-san." She kept her words soft, gentle, even if she felt the opposite. "You betrayed my trust."
She didn’t reply.
"… You told me how much it meant to you to be an idol. You couldn’t pursue that dream while in this school, could you?" she asked.
Again, silence. Kirigiri glanced at Monobear- as expected, he was bursting with delight at the situation.
"Let us start our vote!" Ishimaru declared. "We know that Maizono-san is the culprit!"
"That is wrong."
Togami clenched his jaw tightly. “Kirigiri. Surely even an imbecile like you wouldn’t go back on what she just proved.”
She shook her head. “… However, you are looking over the fact that Maizono-san and I were still together the entirety of Night Time. She may have had intent to murder, but never the opportunity.”
"You have no other suspects, and we can’t prove you’re not an accomplice."
"Exactly! Maizono-san was the only one willing to commit such an act! My vote is for Sayaka Maizono-san!!"
Kirigiri bottled her growing dread. “I urge you to wait. If the wrong vote is cast, all of us die but the culprit.”
"You don’t have anything else," said Mukuro too quickly. "That’s it."
"There still is the question of the murder weapon, which was never recovered. Beyond that, the issue of Kuwata-kun’s bruised and battered state was never addressed."
Several bruises had lined his body, presumably from the same weapon. But beyond that- scratches. Scratches were all over him, deep lines of red into his sides and waist.
"B…bruiseeedd?"

The voice didn’t come from any of them; only when the half-asleep mess mumble again did it become evident.
"H-heh heh…" She shook violently and coughed up what was, by all means, blood. "All bruised up… how despair-inducing…"
"Your sister… is she okay?"
"J-junko-chan…" her demeanor melted. "Are you alright?”
"A-ah haha…"
Junko’s head shot up; she looked around with bloodshot eyes. “Just caught up in th—the fuckin’ despair of the situation.” Each word was forced out with great effort, like she were trying to speak over blasting music. Her features drooped. “m-mukuro… did we get the replacement part for the showe-“
"That’s-" she paused, about as well-suited to this stern voice as a child in heels. “That’s not important right now, Junko-chan. We’re at the class trial.”
"For?"
"Kuwata-kun."
She took out a small mirror and frowned at her makeup that began to smear, the bags under her eyes. Nonetheless, she took an air of superiority: “I see,” she said, hanging on each syllable. “And the next dosage?”
Even Monobear watched as Mukuro’s knees buckled, her skin paled. “We… have no more, Junko-chan. I’m sorry.”
"H-heh…" her smile spread thin. "Th-that’s fuckin’ great!! You couldn’t make your precious sister stay on that heinous stuff, Mukuro-nee. D-don’t you hate seeing me like that??"
"I hate seeing you regardless," growled Togami. "Thanks for joining us. May we resume the class trial?”
"I think something she mentioned is relevant." Kirigiri was slightly bluffing at this point, but there was little to go on- and it might explain Mukuro’s defensiveness. "What was it you said about a ‘replacement part’?"
She struck a cute pose. “Well, the shower in my room broke, silly~! I was saaaad, so I stayed with Mukuro-nee!”
"How would your shower ‘break’?" Togami asked.
"Oh! It’s simple!" she said. The cute face dropped. "It’s none of your fuckin’ business, wannabe!! So it broke! What’s it matter?!"
"Wannabe!?"
"What exactly had broken?" Kirigiri interjected.
Junko’s face fell. “i’m not good with all these big mean machines…”
"… It’s a shower."
She’s hiding something.
"Which part needed replacing? That sounded quite specific."
"Just some dusty ol’ pipe," Junko said. "Nothing important.”
That’s it.
"You’ve got that wrong."
"Wh-what?! How am I wrong about my own shower?!"
"You aren’t wrong about the part which was in need of replacement," Kirigiri said, "but of its importance. I believe we still have yet to find any form of murder weapon."
The incinerator flashed in Yamada’s mind. “A-and it doesn’t seem likely Junko- u-um… that she managed to burn it or hide it. I looked thoroughly!”
"Yeah, we searched all over for anything that could be a murder weapon. Nothing."
"S-so she just unscrewed some pipe and beat him to death with it, ‘right?"
"I’m afraid that’s wrong." Celes put on her best smile. "Monobear gave presents of sewing kits to the girls and toolkits to the boys, right? Neither ‘Junko-chan’ nor Ikusaba-san would have access to a toolkit to unscrew a pipe like that."
"B-besides that, wouldn’t just taking out a pipe get water everywhere or something?"
If she used the pipe, Kuwata-kun would have died in her bathroom, Kirigiri thought. However, the place where he died is most certainly the hallway.
"… The pipe never needed removal, so long as the idea were planted in her head. "Instead… say Kuwata-kun either had his toolkit on him or he went to retrieve it. The ‘broken shower’ could have been used to lure him in to fix it."
"What transpired that night… Kuwata-kun went to visit Maizono-san in what he believed to be her room. She did not answer. This is when she," a nod to Junko, "intervened?"
"I believe that’s correct."
"N-none of that is true!" Mukuro barked, her glare burning into Kirigiri. "Don’t you dare accuse my sister if you don’t know who to blame!"
"After a thorough search, even in his private room, none of us have been able to find Kuwata-kun’s toolkit. It can only be on one of our dorms, most likely Ikusaba-san’s or-" she glanced at the yet-to-be-introduced Junko.
"Oh!" she spoke up for the first time in a few minutes, all of which were spent accusing her. "I’m Junko Enoshimaaa-san! Super High School Level Fashion Girl!"
"Enoshima-san. If you’re innocent as your sister claims… if you show us your dorm, the toolkit shouldn’t be there. Correct?"
All focused on her- especially Mukuro, torn between speaking and silence. And then Junko laughed. It was long, drawn out, the type reserved for someone with nothing left.
"Oh, showing you my dorm won’t be necessary…" more than a hint of delight coated her voice. "I did it. I killed the baseball loser!!"
And then Kirigiri had trouble counting the shards after Mukuro’s world shattered.
"J-junko-chan!"
"Don’t you ruin this for me, Mukuro!" she snapped. "Y-yeah, it’s despair-filled that one sister has to watch the other die,but I’ve been long waiting this moment… It feels like years."
And then a silence right beofre Junko concluded: “I saw that loser and asked him to fix the shower. He brought his toolkit right over without even asking any questions, can you believe it?” Her features shifted into a cute smile. “That’s when I hit him over the little ol’ head with the hammer! Bam!!”

"Junko-chan, please!" Mukuro choked. "We just need to find another dose of the medicine, and-"
"What did I just say about ruining this, Mukuro?" Junko scolded, grazing her long fingernails across her sister’s cheek. At the last second, she swiped and drew a thin few drops of blood. "I h-hate that fuckin’ medication. It’s great we couldn’t find anymore."
"… Is that what you meant by ‘medicine’, Ikusaba-san?" Memories of the earlier investigation flashed through her mind. "You were trying to find more for your sister."
Wordlessly, Mukuro produced a bottle of medicine- now empty- from her pocket. A smear of blood adorned it.
"You had that bloody thing the whole time?" Togami growled. "This could have been over in seconds!"
"…………………………."
"Blabber, blabber, blabber! I think we got a confession, so I think it’s time for our super-anticipated vote!!" Monobear bounced in his seat. "Vote by pressing the buttons in front of you, bastards!"
"Vote for me to be executed, Mukuro," Junko said, delighted. "I order you to. This will be how you finally kill me."
She was last to cast a vote. When she did, flashing lights and ringing went off like the world was beginning anew.
"Aaaaand yer all right about this one! Like she said, Junko Enoshima-san killed Kuwata-kun!"
"But why?!" Ishimaru demanded. "Why kill a fellow classmate? What’s this been about medication?"
"……………………….."
Whatever Mukuro had seen in war couldn’t have scared her as much as that moment, a future without a Junko to guide her and care for in return. The silence was a thousand spears in her, tearing her all at once from the inside, leaving her with nothing. Nothing.
“Aww, looks like we aren’t gettin’ anything out of our Super High School Level Soldier… I guess that leaves it up to me!” Monobear chimed in. “This story is about these two sisters right before us. Ever since they were little…”
“I want you to kill me, Mukuro-nee!” the girl smiled. “I’ve thought so much about it… about how you would kill me. Would you do it if I told you to?”
“Junko Enoshima-san was obsessed with death and despair. Her sister hung on her every word. She could never disobey an order from her.”
“I… I can’t do that,” the other said weakly. “I can’t go on without you.”
“So the dusty ol’ soldier came across the biggest decision of her life: did she get her sister help, indirectly disobeyin’ her, or let her go on this road that’d lead to at least her death?”
Mukuro clenched her eyes shut tightly, as if that would stop any tears.
“Upupupu… she chose the former!! She had her sister visit all these psychiatrists, doctors, big name people that racked up a big bill! All of ‘em told her it was just about hopeless…” Monobear broke into a sweat. “Aah… but we are never without hope! She was there for her every step of the way!”
“I d-don’t wanna take an’more,” Junko said and hiccuped. Heavily sedated, eyes unfocused, she slipped back into a perpetual dream.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”
“…Even if she thought it was selfish to disobey sis’s orders ‘cause she just wanted to keep her around an’ alive! ‘Course, all that changed when they entered our School Life of Mutual Killing…!”
He had to stop to suppress his laughter.
“Tsk… she’s not answering.”
It wasn’t a planned murder. Leon Kuwata was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Yoohoo! Kuwata-kun, is it?” Junko gave a big, exaggerated wave. She leaned against the doorframe for support against her slightly drunken-esque movements. “Big bad Mr Monobear gave you a toolkit for killing, didn’t he? And us ladies, a sewing kit?”
He was more than a little surprised to hear another voice at this hour, but relaxed. Just her. “Uh, yeah.” Leon tried to regain his composure and look cool, despite just being asked about potential murder weapons. “What about ‘em?”
She put on her most upset face. “Well, a little ol’ thing in m-my shower broke. I thought someone like you could come in and fix it…!”
On second thought, room of big-name supermodel Junko Enoshima wasn’t a bad rebound.
“Ahah, right! I can take care of that, no problem!” he lied. How bad could it be?
Leon Kuwata rushed back to his room. Hammer, check. Screwdriver, check. Those were the bits that mattered. He’d figure out the rest later, he figured. Junko awaited him in the hallway.
She staggered closer to him. “Ooh, ooh, could I take a look? I wanna see what type of stuff you got,” she said in her best little-girl voice, and then got a bit too close to him. “Please, Kuwata-kun?”
He chuckled nervously. “W-well, alright. Don’t see why not.”
He never did see it coming. Just a quick snatch of the hammer, a mad laugh that went unheard, the crack of his skull. Then it went black.
“After killing Kuwata-kun, she dropped her empty old prescription bottle an’ it rolled in the blood! Mukuro collected it up!” he announced. “And that’s the end of our story. The moral? Sometimes no matter how much you hope, it just isn’t enough! Upupupupu!”
"J-junko-chan…" Mukuro seemed so much smaller with her defenses taken down. "… If you’re executed, what will I do? I- I can’t go on without you… I can’t…"
Live without you, the words hung in the air.
In a strange way, Junko seemed even more delighted. “Aah… without me, you’ll succumb to even worse despair… forced to watch your own sister die? Isn’t that just great?”
"P-please, Junko!" And she tried, but couldn’t keep the hot tears from streaming down her face. "Pl-please don’t leave me! You’re e-everything to me!"
"Then I order you to let me die."
"Wh-what?"
"I said let me fuckin’ die!" Junko shouted. "If you love me, you’ll let me die because that’s what I want!"
Another moment passed. Silent, but for Mukuro trying to manage words and failing each attempt.
Then she managed, a croak through her sobs, “Junko… Junko-chan. I- I love you… I love you s-so much…”

They hadn’t seen her lose her composure- not like this. It almost seemed a first for Junko herself. Tears stained her cheeks as her reason to live began to die.
Monobear broke the following silence, “We sure have come far! It’s time for our super special and anticipated punishment!”
"N-NO! PLEASE!"
"We have an extra-special punishment for Junko Enoshima-san, our Super High School Level Fashion Girl!"
"DON’T KILL HER!" Mukuro grabbed Monobear, hands trembling. "T-take me instead! Please d-don’t-"
"No violence against the principal!" Monobear instructed, writhing out her grasp. "Enough! It’s punishment time!"
"NO! JUNKO-CHAN!"
And she screamed, everything crumbling around her when Monobear raised his gavel and swung at the button.
-
The desk had straps, but Junko got on willingly. The medication affected her even now; everything came to her as if she were looking through a fishbowl. She was vaguely aware of Monobear tapping something on the board in front of her, but the words blurred and melted. She was vaguely aware she was on something carrying her steadily backwards.
She realized that she was spinning, or maybe the conveyor belt was spinning, or maybe it’s just her head spinning. Junko didn’t care. All she felt was a despair high.
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.
She bounced in her seat ever-so-slightly with each crash behind her. The later ones sent a whoosh that blew her hair about, sent a chill up her spine, spread the smile on her face until it couldn’t stretch any further.
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.
She laughed. Through it all, laughed; the girl could crane her neck just enough to see the block and her reflection in the polished metal. All of it- all of it would be painted, painted, with her blood. But the kicker was that Mukuro was watching. Mukuro was sobbing.
WHAM. WHAM.
Each collision truly reverberated through her body and in a moment she was flying, euphoric even if behind a thick perpetual cloud in her head from whatever Mukuro gave her. All she knew was that it lessened all her senses. But now they were at full throttle for the first time in what felt like years.
Junko Enoshima gave a peace sign as she slipped under the massive block’s shadow and knew that this was her final moment.
WHAM.
And she’d never know that, in the end, Mukuro was the only one that voted for herself rather than for her.
—-
Screens littered the walls to the point that it was the only light source in the room. Kirigiri sat across from Monobear, her arms folded defensively.
“Looks like we didn’t need ya anyway,” he said in that unpleasant voice, “someone killed before you.”
“… That is so.”
“So it’s time I held up my end of the bargain!” he chimed.
“What do you mean?” Kirigiri found herself slightly taken aback and of course he noticed.
“Upupupu… I said I’d kill a certain boy if you didn’t kick off this School Life of Mutual Killing when I wanted you to, huh? I decided it would be fair to tell you all ‘bout his status now that you don’t gotta kill anymore-” he paused, smiling, “-unless you want to, of course…”
The stench came back like a sudden oncoming train. It overpowered her- death, it was undoubtedly the smell of death- but there was no visible source. Just a triggered memory.
“I know it’s overbearing, but don’t be alarmed! This isn’t him…”
Monobear passed a skull along the table. It was slightly burnt.
“… just a gift from him, Kyouko-chan.”
Her eyes flickered in recognition. When she looked back up, Monobear had vanished without taking the time to correct his mistake, or lack of.
He could never kill the boy to begin with. No, that would be suicide.
His name… was…
One last scream of a familiar ‘someone’. An explosion of the air itself. A laugh.
His name was Makoto Naegi, and he murdered someone- no, no, he murdered her father. The person operating Monobear. The one that sealed them in.
His name was Makoto Naegi and he was responsible for their School Life of Mutual Killing. Somehow, an odd part of her thought she loved him.
Slowly, very slowly, Kirigiri got up. God, her head was splitting from the inside. Before- she knew him before. She knew them all before, and yet they introduced themselves, acted like strangers, killed without a second thought.
But she know who was at fault. Stepping back to her own dorm, the idea occurred to her: with that, she could stop him. She could free them all into the real world where they belong.
But no. No. Sometimes no matter how much you hope, it just isn’t enough.
You got the present, “Father’s Skull”

I taught some good classes today, but when I was in the staff room I was kind of out of it.
During one of my impromptu, open-eyed naps, I had a dream that Mukuro and Junko were on a battlefield for some reason. Mukuro took off her bullet-proof vest and put it on her twin, but they couldn’t get it to zip up over Junko’s chest.
"That’s kind of funny and cute," you may be thinking.
The next part involved Mukuro shielding Junko (whose name has 盾 in it, remember) from a rain of bullets. Junko then held her sister’s face to her own and stared directly into her eyes as she died.

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So I feel like trying this here instead of Facebook
Would anyone be interested in a Celegiri or Despaircest role play? It’s getting difficult to find anyone who wants to… /.\

Um, attention despaircest tag.
There is a new fic on AO3 that I think many of you would enjoy.
It involves incestuous necrophilia and sads.
In short, despair.

"Despair who bore me…"
Junko http://pekobama.tumblr.com/ | Mukuro http://ladykitkatie.tumblr.com/
Photography by Double Stomp Productions
https://www.facebook.com/DoubleStompProductions

"muku-chan you look so cute !!!!"

Maybe Mukuro has short hair because Junko cut it all off in her sleep, just to see her face when she woke up in the morning

AU where Kirigiri is trying to solve this string of serial murders. She can’t find the culprit, which is driving her crazy, but when her father becomes a victim, she goes into overdrive. The case consumes her; it becomes an obsession.
Eventually she finds some evidence that the culprit went to high school with her. Desperate to solve the case and put her conflicted feelings about her father to rest, Kirigiri narrows the suspects down to Junko (who has a history of violent behavior and attempted murder). Kirigiri has her (and Mukuro, as an accomplice and someone experienced with killing) arrested.
I don’t know if you know anything about the Japanese justice system, but it has a very high confession rate thanks to brutal interrogation tactics. Usually Kirigiri detests this perversion of justice, but this case has driven her to her limit, so she essentially tortures the twins to get them to admit to the crimes.
It doesn’t exactly work. Mukuro stays stoic the whole time and Junko just can’t stop laughing. Eventually, Junko’s giggles subside long enough for her to tell Kirigiri “Sure, go ahead. Execute us.” Once Mukuro hears that, she agrees to the punishment as well.
The execution day arrives and the twins are woken up and hauled to where they’ll be hanged. Kirigiri, Ishimaru, and a few other government types (a few from their high school class, some not) are watching from behind the observation glass.
The twins remain mostly unperturbed by their impending deaths (Mukuro’s visibly agitated about Junko dying, but other than that they’re fine). Just before the final moment, Junko stares at Kirigiri and grins, shaking with laughter. She mouths “Sore wa chigau yo” and then is hanged.
(Junko dies instantly; Mukuro asphyxiates after several minutes because poor girl never gets a break.)
With that over, Kirigiri feels spent. She goes home feeling strangely empty and unsatisfied, despite her bloodthirsty rage having abated. Something feels wrong, and Junko’s final taunt bothers her.
A week after the execution, another murder occurs, identical to the previous ones, down to details no one but the killer and Kirigiri would know. It can’t be a copycat.
Meanwhile, the real culprit sits comfortably at a clean, orderly breakfast table, eating toast and reading the newspaper article about the twins’ execution.
Maizono likes the way the toast crunches between her teeth. It’s like a thousand tiny bones being ground into dust.