Kingdom of Novoselic. If tourism and testimonies of travelers were to be believed, was a small Kingdom of Monarchy located in Europe. In which it excelled in their chocolate and milk produce, boasting a very beautiful rustic landscape blending with globalization, and a thriving economy build from trust and a long-standing lineage of royalty. A kingdom loved by its inhabitant and often told with respect and pride by the Ultimate Princess of said kingdom herself.

It was more of a shock to her then the rest of the seven-man group she travelled with. The golden-haired princess could barely held herself together as she walked around what looked like to be the central Plaza of Novoselic. As far as the eye could see, there were cracks and faint traces of blood on every wall of every building they saw. Corpses of various body build, gender, and origins strewn about on the side of the street and inside every alley without a single care given to them. So much so that rodents of various size swarmed in and out of every gaping hole on their body.

"Is this really Novoselic?"

Nobody dared to question it, but Hiyoko broke their unified informal oath, but it was not without concern or forethought. She knew it was not something she should have had said lightly, but if they didn't addressed said issue, they would forever be in a denial. Sonia realized that better than everyone else in the group and stopped on her tracks beside the fountain which seemed to sprout an endless liter of blood.

"By the looks of it, this looked like the middle of the city." Sweating profusely, Kazuichi Soda reluctantly followed the Ultimate Traditional Dancer's train of thought. "But this is horrible. Who's messed up enough to do something like this?"

"…I'm afraid you wouldn't want to know that," Hajime interrupted before Kazuichi began to ponder about it a bit deeper. "At least, not yet."

The last sentence he uttered were almost silent. There was hesitation in Hajime's voice. Knowing that he had been treading on a platform of broken glass, it was the obvious thing to do. He should word his sentence better as not to cause massive drop in group morale. As the Ultimate Literary Expert, he should tread these lines of events very carefully; else somebody would snap from the ever constant and massive amount of stress.

"Why did you bring me here, Hajime?" Mahiru clicked her tongue with disdain and utter disappointment. "You know I can't take pictures like these. Are you sure you really know what you're actually doing?"

"Whatever Hajime thought up, I'm sure he considered the best course of action from options that were available for us," Nekomaru crossed his arms together. Moments later, he sighed. "But I agree with Kazuichi. This situation, with all these bodies around and the central plaza at this state, is just all sorts of wrong. Hey Sonia, what say we give them a proper burial first, huh? How do you Novoselic folks bury the deceased?"

Sonia was silent. Her gaze remained on the castle at the far end of a street looking at a tall hill. There was no response, as if Nekomaru were outright ignored or simply becoming nonexistent in her hearing sensory.

"Hey, Sonia, you turning deaf or some—"

"Goddess of Darkness, Sonia." Gundham swiftly cut before Hiyoko could finish her encouragement to Sonia. "I believe our Team Manager from Hell has asked you a question! It would be on our best interest to reply post-haste so we can continue in our conquest to re-conquer Novoselic from the hands of this so-called Evil Tyrant!"

Sonia turned to Gundham and in a very painful monotone, she replied. "We usually cremate those who died so their body could be cleansed and whatever was left in the mortal world would soon follow their departed soul into the heaven." The Ultimate Princess bit her lips as she struggled to keep her rationality. "Nekomaru, if you would organize a proper burial, I would be eternally grateful."

Nekomaru grumbled weakly.

"…That's the least thing I could do."

Gundham on the other hand, balled his fist as he bit his lips behind his scarf.

"I—I apologize, Miss Sonia, that was not my intention to—"

"Knock it off you idiot. Leave her alone," from behind Gundham appeared the spitting image of the latest trend in fashion. As soon as they heard her dumb-blonde teenage girl voice, everybody instinctively distanced themselves from the source of said sound. Before them were a figure with twin-tailed with white bear pin on the right and black bear pin on the left were the hairstyle accompanied with a golden crown. The chest revealed a bosom large enough to smother a man's head and the short skirt revealed many sights of bare legs only covered by a leather shoe and short black socks. Everybody sans Hajime screamed in terror as Junko Enoshima entered the scene carrying with him an extra twenty pounds of weight. His smirk contracted into a menacing grin across his chubby cheeks. "You need to be more delicate with a lady's heart, Gundham Tanaka." He pursed out his clamshell phone and flipped it open, "this is why you can't get a girlfriend."

"Oh goddamn it it's just the imposter!" Hiyoko's face turned from fear to pure anger. "What the hell you pig? Out of all people, why choose her?"

"Don't give me a heart attack like that! Can't you become somebody not without a bounty of the United States' monthly tax income?" Sonia angrily screamed with her eyes in tears. "You asshole, piece of shit, stupid fat bastard!"

Hajime pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed out loud. Clearly having none of this. "So, how's the infiltration coming along?"

Junko Enoshima gave Hajime a thumbs up, and with that the short commotion slowly died out. "Don't worry my homies, Hajime's carefully crafted plan's went off without a hitch. There are mono-people soldiers running about, but central Plaza should be not as chaotic as where our other group are going," he giggled before stopping to place a finger on his chin. "Though I said that, I couldn't get into the castle by myself. It was heavily guarded with many sensory traps and entrance requirements. Safe to say whoever created those contraption were crazily prepared."

Sonia once again fell into silence; worry clouding her questions.

"Then I guess I have to deactivate the system myself." Hajime nodded as he turned toward the Ultimate Team Manager. "Nekomaru, I want you to guard the Plaza. Watch out for the mono-people that slipped from our vanguard," he then turned to the Ultimate Breeder. "Gundham, I want you to help me scout the sky. Use the radio made by Kazuichi to communicate. Notify me if there's something fishy in the sky. We can't be extra careful."

Nekomaru nodded and Gundham smiled with approval.

"I will do my best to protect everyone!"

"Wind Guardian of Darkness Garuda come to me!" as he screamed to the sky, a single brown-feathered hawk appeared from the distance and latched itself onto the breeder's out-stretched arm. "Scout the sky my loyal wind familiar. Flap your wings of terror and unleash your hurricane of death to the unsuspecting victims!"

"Yeeesh, tone down on your roleplay." Kazuichi was lost for words.

"Sonia, come with me. I might need you for something later."

Sonia nodded, but her reply was small and full of anxiety. "Alright. If things turn south, we shall turn back at once. Even if my kingdom is our top priority, it is not worth sacrificing everyone's safety."

"I'll be on my best guard. Now, climb onto my back."

"Excuse me?"

Hajime began to lower his knees, "like I said, climb onto my back. We'll go from the rooftops. I'm sure that the streets are not safe."

Sonia blinked before slowly approaching her hero in white and circled to his front, "how unladylike. I prefer that you carry me in princess bride. Not a piggyback! Do you take me for a normal girl not from royalty?"

"No fair, I want to be carried like a princess too!" Hiyoko shouted.

"M-Me too!" Mahiru joined in.

Nekomaru was silent for a while before joining in. "I would like to give Hajime a princess carry too in the future."

"You're focusing on that?" Kazuichi was a bit disgusted by the sudden reveal. "And I thought you're not the one who would utter a dirty joke like that, Nekomaru."

"My intentions are pure, Kazuichi. Don't bring me down to your level," Nekomaru's laugh echoed through the plaza.

"What do you mean my level?"

The next silence after Kazuichi's retort were then filled with laughter as the atmosphere became a bit warmer than before. Hajime took this chance to swoop Sonia by the hips and back before jumping onto the roof thirty two feet above the ground to the surprise of everyone at ground level. The Ultimate Hiker, Parkour Practitioner, and Ninja began to dash ahead as he seamlessly dodged the sudden ambush by the mono-people hiding on the roof.

"Well, there he goes," Mahiru snapped a picture of Hinata jumping across the street from one building to another in rapid succession. "Confirmed twenty snipers on the roof. There may be more coming."

"Let Garuda take care of them! We shall focus on their ground force my manservants and maids!"

"Yeah, yeah, just cover me while I dance and Mahiru while she scouts," Hiyoko revealed a set of fan from the inside of her kimono's sleeves. "Traditional Dance, dance of courage number 01, third movement. Play the song, Nekomaru."

Nekomaru smirked as he pulled out a tape recorder from his chest and slapped the play button. The speakers blared out a song in clear quality that Hiyoko danced along with the rhythm. As the group felt the faint movement of earth from the soles of their shoes, they could feel their combat ability rising with each passing second. Forming a circle around the sisterly duo, Kazuichi Soda tossed a cube-like compartment above his head and from it came a bright light that blinded the snipers on the roof, which were soon taken care off one by one by Garuda of the Wind Familiar. Junko Enoshima, now sporting short black hair, dull expression of focus and tact, freckles on his nose area while inside a bleak black blazer with a short red skirt and a combat boots covering his feet up until his shin, aimed a compact semi-automatic pistol to the remaining snipers not yet taken care of. On their front, Nekomaru cracked his knuckle as he readied himself to punch the incoming mob coming from the north. The opening act reaching their peak, all the members present were urging to let out a hot-blooded, motivational scream, and in unison, they roared to everything who could hear their promise.

"Let's get our Princess Homecoming started!"

The scene afterward played out like something portrayed in a medieval painting of heroics. Chosen soldiers getting ready to destroy the constant arrival of demons and abominations in the distance, with their fate of victory already set in stone.

Repaired

Destroying something is easy, making something is hard, repairing everything is impossible.

This is the story of despair which strives for a hopeful future.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

Sonia Nevermind began to traverse the labyrinth-like dungeon below the Novoselic Castle of Royalty with a torch in her raised hand. The Ultimate Tomb Raider followed behind her as he scouted ahead with his acute, cat-like vision. Their steps continue to echo throughout the dark corridors devoid of light and living beings. What they were searching for were the dungeons hidden inside the deepest part of the labyrinth. Sonia believed that what she would found inside the dungeon would clear up the facts regarding her kingdom's destruction.

Getting this far was not a miracle, but it was an achievement. The Ultimate Strategist all planned for the most likely outcome as the Ultimate Undercover Agent silenced all the mono-peoples inside the castle single-handedly. After that, the Ultimate Architect searched for a blueprint while the Ultimate Thief located for the place likely containing the entrance to the dungeon. All they need next was for the Ultimate Investigator to find the right key and for Sonia's handprint scanned onto the control panel. Thus begin the first adventure of Indi Sonia and the Ultimate Adventurer.

Suddenly, Hajime grabbed Sonia's shoulder. It was one of their agreed signals to stop from whatever they were doing and opt for a quick pause. The Ultimate Princess glanced behind her and found Hajime looking deeper into the hallway, where she could hear a faint sound of breathing. It was feral in nature, as if it was coming from a wild animal. Judging from the situation and location, the Ultimate Biologist confirmed that it was of a trained beast's breathing.

"…Do you know of a beast native to your homeland, Sonia?"

"There are a few that comes to mind, but only one I could think of in this situation. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this one to you before, do you remember what it is?"

Hajime pondered before a smirk appeared on his face. "The Golden Makango?"

"That's correct. I believe an explanation is in order," Sonia closed her eyes as she tried her best to remember. "As I recall, the Golden Makango is a four-legged beast with the body of a lion, red stripes adorning its body like a tiger's, but with the head like that of a wolf. With its mane sparkling golden glitter, it hid the fact that this specific type of Makango held a razor-sharp claw that was said to be as beautiful as the moon and stars on a mid-spring's night. It is resistant to all known methods of killing, except if you cut its skin open." Sonia stopped to take a short breath. "Do you perhaps carry anything with a blade attached to it?"

"A switchblade from a simple portable tool Nagito 'just happen' to found lying around."

"Then I believe you can take care of the Golden Makango," Sonia giggled as she continued. "Have you saved your progress, Hajime? Don't forget to save so you can try again if you fail. Teehee, I always wanted to try saying that at least once."

Hajime laughed before shuffling out the portable tool kit. The Ultimate Fighter readied his stance as he casually walked forward with the Ultimate Princess following behind him. Before long, the Ultimate Swordsman jumped ahead and ducked under an invisible force above him, inserting the tip of the blade and cut a thin line below the jumping beast. The head of a wolf, the stripes of a tiger, and the body of a lion. It was a Makango. Sonia gasped as the Makango slid on the stone floor as its body split in two; its organs bursting from below the beast. Hajime came back from the darkness with worry on his face. "I'm sorry, Sonia. Were you hurt?"

"That was amazing Hajime! You really are the hero foretold in our legend!"

"Actually, that was one out of many. There's nine more down the hallway."

"Now that you mention it, this wasn't actually the Golden Makango," Sonia grumbled in frustration. "I guess the dungeon boss awaits at the end of the dungeon. Such a letdown. Now my satisfaction just now became meaningless."

"Not necessarily; I've killed the remaining Makango," Hajime's expression changed to that of caution. "But, at the end of this long hallway is a door with a handprint sensor. I believe that your help is once again needed, Sonia."

Sonia nodded.

The door opened as Sonia scanned her fingerprints. As soon as the door finished opening as wide as it could inward, the light came on from the top, revealing a monstrous, sixteen-feet tall Makango. Its mane glowing a golden sparkle, and as it raised its paw upward, it revealed three sharp claws that reflected the light in seven different spectrum of colors. Without warning, the Golden Makango swiped its raised paw like a sword directed to Hajime's side. Like lightning, the Ultimate Hunter parried the paw with a hard kick from under it; deflecting the paw up into the ceiling where it crushed one of the lights. Eyeing its prey, the Golden Makango looked like it was smirking and began to roar in excitement.

"Sonia, get back. I'll handle this."

Sonia, whom already ducked, nodded. "Alright. Stay safe, Hajime."

Hajime nodded before he flipped the switchblade again and faced the Golden Makango from the front. The Ultimate Soldier's vision started to slow before it became a complete halt. His eyes swiftly picking up information after information in his surroundings. The Makango was ready to lunge forward itself, but in itself, it was open for a hit or two. Using the chance given to him, the Ultimate Basketball Player pivoted and had the Ultimate Surgeon carefully traced a neat cut from the middle button of its left paw up until the stomach area where its diaphragm resided. Sonia couldn't see anything but Hajime's afterimage as he went beyond her eyes perceived field of vision. From the front to the back in a flash was what the Ultimate Princess' eyes could caught. It was like watching a speeding bullet stopped two times, or somebody doing a live demonstration of shunpo, the art of a thousand walk in one step. What baffled her more was the sudden spray of blood from the right side of the Golden Makango. The beast was clearly hurt as its skin peeled out revealing its muscle tissues and nerves.

The Makango roared in anger; now it became aggressive enough to slam its head onto the wall in a blind rampage. Sonia shrieked as she ran outside of the room. Hajime took this chance and went for the right paw again. The Golden Makango seemed to sense Hajime's intention and raised its left paw toward Hajime in retaliation. The Ultimate Athlete jumped as high as he could, doing a single flip in the air, before the Ultimate Knife Thrower shot the switchblade straight into the Golden Makango's paw. It was proven very effective as it left a deep wound and planted the switchblade into the ground. With the right paw glued into the hand, the Ultimate Shaolin Monk used the momentum to kick the ceiling and aimed feet for one of the uncovered claws. On impact, the middle claw shattered and the Golden Makango writhed in pain as it wailed weakly.

"Not yet!" The Ultimate Construction Worker picked up the shattered claw and spun his body. With enough centrifugal force, the Ultimate Spearmaster made sure that the claw pierced the monster's left eye. Satisfied with his pinpoint accuracy, the Ultimate Street Performer leapt from the ground and dashed for the beast's left eye. The Ultimate Boxer hardened his right fist before propelling the claw further inside with the same principle of a mechanical pen. The resulting blow rocketed the claw through the beast's skull as it shattered on impact with the door behind said beast.

Yet even with all the damage sustained, the Golden Makango brought itself up with pride and roared at the Ultimate Wrestler. As he began to run on the wall, he waited at the last moment before the beast jumped, and as he did so, the Ultimate Stuntman jumped to the wall opposite of the wall he ran up. With his feet pressed on the wall, the Ultimate Gymnast bounced toward the beast's cheek and punched its gigantic lion head across the left cheek. Landing on the ground, the Ultimate Weather Reporter confirmed of an eye flying from its socket and into the ground. Touching the glorious monster, the Ultimate Veterinarian confirmed of a deceased animal.

"…Well that was gory," Hajime couldn't resist a comedic remark. "Rest in peace o' magnificent beast."

Clapping his hand together, Hajime offered his prayer.

Hearing a clap beside him, he turned toward the sound. The Ultimate Princess clapped her hands together in a silent prayer. "Rest in peace o' magnificent beast… was it? Is that how Japanese people pay respect for dead animals?"

"Not quite," Hajime turned toward her with a smile. As Sonia cocked her head to the side with a finger on her chin looking confused, Hajime replied. "It's more like how a Japanese would pay respect to a strong opponent that he felled. I had a big respect for making even Izuru use quite a bit of his talents."

"Izuru?"

"You see, even if I am my own self, I can't just remove Kamukura Izuru from my head. He's a part of me that I shouldn't toss away. I'm not much compared to him in talent," Hajime chuckled dryly, "in fact, I'm not much for him in anything, really, but as long as I can continue to support you guys, I'll gladly use Izuru's power. I think that's what Izuru would want to do."

Sonia chuckled.

"Wait, what's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," Sonia beamed a smile. "It's just that, I'm really proud of you, Hajime. Out of all of us, I think making you our leader was the right decision."

Hajime sighed. "Sometimes, I'm not so sure."

"Keep a stiff upper lip! Or so mother would say," Sonia raised her fist with her free hand keeping its foundation strong. "And in return, Father would say: 'A Princess such as you should keep your body strong, but your mental even stronger' in verbatim."

"Sounds like you have a doting parents."

"They could be a little overprotective sometimes," Sonia giggled. "Anyway, let's venture forth inside what lies behind the door this Golden Makango guarded, shall we? We don't have all day, after all."

"Right."

Sonia and Hajime went for the door behind the resting place for the Golden Makango. Scanning her fingerprint on the door revealed a dark room behind it. As with the room in which the Golden Makango resided, said room's light flickered before simultaneously lighting the room. On the center of the room were a dinner table for the whole royal family. It was supposed to be at the dining room, but was somehow moved to the dungeon. Although, that was not the part that disturbed Sonia the most, but it was the collections of cut-offed heads staked to a thick needle from its neck. On the chair behind them were their respective bodies, rotted and buzzing with flies and maggots. On the other hand, the heads were in perfect condition as if it was intentional. Starting from the people closest to the door were the ones with the lower ranks and titles, before ending at the center rear of the table where the table for the king and queen resided. Of course, in-front of their lifeless bodies were their respective head; an expression of pure despair plastered on their face for eternity.

Hajime averted his eyes as Sonia ran for her parents with both eyes expressing great grief and loss. There were no words uttered as she herself was confused of what she could do, what she could have done, and worst of all; what she had done. The moment Kazuichi brought up the topic of who was the perpetrator of the fall of Novoselic, Sonia believed in the deepest part of her mind that it was her doing. It was her that plunged her own kingdom into a carnival of blood and mutilation. The Ultimate Despair must be all of the negative part of her title, herself, and her identity. The Ultimate Tyrant, the Ultimate Genocider, the Ultimate Liar, the Ultimate Betrayer, and the list went on and on, spiraling inside the mind of Sonia Nevermind. Clutching both the head of her parents, she finally closed their eyes and rid them of any trace of despair. Unable to hold it in any longer, the Ultimate Princes fell on her knees, clutching her parents as she let out screams of a broken-hearted girl.

Chapter One: Sonia Nevermind and The Kingdom of Novoselic

"I am Ozymandias, King of Kings"

Ryouta Mitarai was helping Teruteru distribute his cooking in the mess hall of a safe house. It was one of the royalties'—presumably under the ownership of Sonia's—mansion on the west part of the town, chosen after a mass mono-people cleanup. While the mono-peoples were strapped for the counter-brainwashing, everyone were tasked with specific tasks. Ibuki was to guard the northern perimeter and Nagito guarded the mess hall's perimeter in wait for Sonia's return or enemy reinforcement. Akane were to patrol near the perimeter to find any unaccounted people. Mikan was to treat the wounded while Fuyuhiko and Peko control the situation in the mess hall.

For some reason or another, the survivors only wanted to eat food they received from him. He knew of their circumstances with his classmates, but he didn't know it was this bad. Looking closely at them, they were all in tattered clothes, but at least after the clean-up bath Mikan gave them, they were all clean to eat normal food. If any of them had something in common, they were all starving and in need of food. From afar, they were like wolves waiting to gobble Mitarai up. Their eyes were constantly aiming sharp glares at those who were once the remnants of despair.

"Hey, nii-chan, can I get seconds?" A starving boy held out his plate.

"Of course!" Mitarai smiled but the woman beside him forcefully lowered his arms before Mitarai's response were heard.

"F-Forgive my child's insolence! He hasn't eaten in two days you see, so could you spare him for speaking out of turn? Please I beg of you!" The woman, presumably his mother, was thin. It was almost just skin and bones. Her son didn't fare any better, likely both of them suffered from malnutrition. Everyone who were inside the tent as a matter of fact, were all suffering from lack of proper health care. The once thriving kingdom had been reduced to a slave camp with nary a way out. Mitarai could feel his utmost sympathy for them. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his fist onto the table.

"Of course you can. Eat as much as you want!" The Ultimate Animator could feel tears rolling from his eyes. "It's okay. Trust me, trust us. We promised you that no harm will be done to any of you."

"Bullshit! You guys are the remnants of despair aren't you?"

A man suddenly stood up. Frustration taking over his body as he began to lash out at the animator.

"That's right! Do you know how fucked up you turned our kingdom? If it weren't for you guys, my wife would still be—my wife would still be alive goddamnit! Why did you guys come back to offer relief for your own victims? It doesn't make sense! Not the slightest bit!"

"M-My sister died when she tried to save me from a fire," a little girl in the corner suddenly cried out.

"The fire which must be started by that demonic queen herself!"

Everyone in the makeshift mess hall cried out their agony and anger; all of them directed at the Demon Queen of Novoselic. Mitarai wasn't sure of what to feel about this. He knew where this conversation were going, "everyone, listen," his voice was not small by any means, but it was drowned in the sea of chaos.

"Everyone, listen! Sonia is coming back from the north! Ibuki have just confirmed it herself!"

Every eye in the room turned to the Ultimate Musician. Their eyes first filled with terror, but soon they were blinded with rage and disgust. It was at that moment that they all stood up as if in rhythm and went straight for the door. As some of them managed to escape, the remaining people gunning for the door were bounced back by a sudden gust of wind.

"Mitarai, what happened here?"

A small-statured, gangly man appeared from the hallway. A scar ran from his right eyebrow down to his cheek. Everyone in the mess hall suddenly froze in place, as if their feet were glued to the floor. His left eye glaring at the Ultimate Animator, but soon turned his sight to the Ultimate Musician. "Ibuki, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Yes sir!" Ibuki replied with a shout. "I have confirmed of Sonia's return via the north to west ring road. A few people got out after hearing my reports though. Must've really wanna greet their princess, right?"

"S-She's no princess to us!" One of the female retorted with fear swarming her face.

Fuyuhiko swiftly pointed at the woman. "You, shut up," before pointing his thumb toward a white-haired woman standing behind him. "Or she'll shut you up." The natural reaction was as he expected, a muffled scream coupled with hesitation and tears. Kuzuryu nodded as he leaned forward menacingly, a hand raised as if he was grasping for their head. "Good. You people better don't disturb the people in the next room. Our Ultimate Nurse herself is doing her best to treat all of them, so you better pipe… or would you people rather try dining in the gutters outside? I heard the rats is in constant need of 'company'."

That show of dominance was enough to cause a shriek from some part of the room. Fuyuhiko's dominance forced them to shut themselves up. Not wasting a moment, he soon continued. "Well, as one of you said before, our actions doesn't make sense. The reason that we helped all of you assholes out of your despair were because of my friend's selfish intention. The Ultimate Princess as you know her. Even if we said that the world needed despair, that doesn't mean that people should do despair to others. So we came here to apologize to the people of Novoselic. That is all."

The shriek was soon changed into a doubtful silence, but Fuyuhiko had said everything that he need to say. Turning around with his job done, he glanced at the Ultimate Swordsman, "Peko, guard the exit of this mess hall. Don't let anyone escape but at any circumstances, do not kill any of them."

Pekoyama nodded.

"Understood, Fuyuhiko."

"Very good," Fuyuhiko grinned as he turned to the survivors. "You guys better get this in your thick skull, alright. You guys are in our care. We will do anything to help you guys and rebuild the Kingdom of Novoselic back to what it is. If you want to request a specific food, just give your order to Mitarai," the Ultimate Gangster pointed at the Ultimate Animator. "Anyone can get out, but I advise otherwise. There are still mono-peoples outside. Who knows what they will do to all of you. One more thing to note, if any of you so much as to hurt my friends, I will use everything I have in my disposal, to beat the living shit out of you for returning their kindness with violence. Do you people understand?"

It was delivered with enough force and anger that it made everyone in the mess hall responded with a nod. The tense atmosphere died down as Fuyuhiko poured his all to calm them all down. Satisfied with the result, Fuyuhiko huffed with a smile and turned for the hallway. "Goddamnit you guys are such a handful. Ibuki, come with me to the Medical Hall. Mikan needs all the people she could get for an upcoming surgery."

"Surgery?" Ibuki jumped at the word. She squeaked weakly as she forced her legs to follow Fuyuhiko. "Oh why do I have to?"

"It's either that or you go make clothes for the people under our care. Take your pick."

"Clothes it is then."

The commotion died down in the mess hall, but Pekoyama's glaring eyes now changed the depressing atmosphere with a tense ambiance. Gathering his courage, Mitarai walked to the little boy and took his plate. "You want seconds, right? Any meal comes to mind?"

The little grinned. "Steak!" the boy said. "I want a big, juicy, beef steak!"

"Coming right up."

Mitarai grabbed the boy's empty plate and went to the back. When the slim-figured man came back, on his hand was a plate of sizzling steak placed on a stone plate. The meat was cooked with a smell that caught the nose of everyone in the room. As Mitarai carefully placed the plate and the cooking utensils before the boy, said boy's eyes flared up and twinkled. The little boy stopped in hesitation as he turned to Mitarai, who smiled back at the boy whose expression was expecting some sort of harmful consequences. "Eat up, I promise it's not poisoned."

The little boy reached for the utensil and began digging in on the beef steak. Tears flowed out of his eyes as his mouth were exposed to warmth. He knew that this meal was the greatest thing he had the chance to eat in two years. As they watched the little boy devouring the meat the size of his head, their stomach grumbled as drool began to fall from their mouth.

It was at that moment of defeat, or was it acceptance, that made one of the elder rose from his seat with his hand raised.

"Hey boy, Mitarai wasn't it? I want a fish soup and a large bread."

Following that, a tough and muscular-looking man raised from his seat.

"Hey kid, could you give me the same steak like that boy's? I'm hella starving here."

The mother of the little boy then raised her plate.

"Treat me to large serving of Pepperoni Pizza, please."

After that were a chain of events that lead to the change of atmosphere as everyone requested food after food on their plate. As Mitarai went to the kitchen, he found Teruteru cooking at least a dozen menu at the same time with a face filled with happiness. His eyes blazed with determination as his hands juggled between tossing a dough to the ceiling and flipping patties from the oiled pan.

"Man, you guys changed sides fast," Peko couldn't help but cracked a laugh. "Well, that's to be expected of the young master."

Mitarai couldn't help but laugh as he placed a large-serving of Pepperoni Pizza before the mother of the little boy. As she shared the pizza with her little boy, Mitarai realized that this trip of redemption seemed to be a good thing he agreed to after all.

"Oh, that reminds me, what would you like to eat, Miss Pekoyama?"

"Please, just call me Peko," the Ultimate Swordsman giggled. "I would love to eat a spicy tuna riceball myself, if you don't mind telling Teruteru."

"Got it. Be right back in a bit."

Peko smiled as the Ultimate Animator wen to the back with a tower of empty plate on his hands. Peko wondered if in the long run, Mitarai would change occupation and title into the Ultimate Waiter. Her eyes still gazing on the cheery atmosphere of the starved survivors of Novoselic, she wondered what happened to Akane.

"This is Hiyoko. We have successfully defended the central Plaza."

"Roger that, this is Hajime. I have secured Sonia, and we're coming back to the western district now. Over and out."

"Over and out."

The channel was cut off from the other side. Hiyoko and her group had finished securing her designated area and Nekomaru had already performed the cremation ceremony. Walking along the empty street of the north-west ring road, Hajime kept his pace with Sonia. During the start of their trip back until now, she had been looking down and blaming herself for what had been implied inside the castle. He was not fond with the lineage of the Novoselic, but he could imagine a few faces that Sonia grew up with, and the emotion Sonia felt as she watched what remained of their former selves.

"Sonia…" he let his sentence run-off as he glanced into her down-cast eyes. She was contemplating something, and Hajime feared the result. Hearing a set of footsteps he paused before stopping and looked forward. "Stop where you are. I will not go easy on anyone who took another step forward!"

In-front of Hajime were mobs. The Ultimate Bodyguard could sense a few more people hiding in the alleys with weapons of their choosing. Everyone stopped on their tracks, and the surroundings turned silent. There were unrest in Hajime's eyes as he breathed in. "I despise mob mentality. State your reasons and I might go easy on all of you."

"That blondie behind you. She's the Ultimate Despair, isn't she?"

"…And what if she is?"

"We ask you to kindly give her to us."

"…So you can persecute her for your petty revenge?"

"Petty?" A woman walked forward. Her body was stiff and her voice were shaking, but her eyes were filled with determination and anger. "You think my revenge is petty? She forced all of Novoselic to one day work under her. She made concentration camps and ruled over with an iron fist! She's a monster who killed my husband and brainwashed my kids into those mono-peoples! You still think that I'm petty for wanting revenge?"

"Yes."

"How dare you!"

"I understand your need for revenge, but is that what your husband and kids would want of you?" Hajime pointed at the woman. "Do you really think that your husband and kids would want you to kill somebody in the name of revenge? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"I'm in too deep to this. I can't possibly back down!"

"Enough!" One male holding a pitchfork stepped forward. "Who cares about our reason? Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Despair herself must die! I heard that she was one of the people who staged the Future Foundation killing game!"

"And what about that?"

"Excuse me?"

"It was as you just said. We, the remnants of despair did staged the Future Foundation killing game, but what about it? Those people that died did not matter to you. Your desperate attempt to justify persecuting a human being is boring. All of you who foolishly believed that executing the Ultimate Despair would pave a way for a better future are all boring." Hajime closed his eyes, "I do not know nor care what the Ultimate Princess did in the past two years, but all of you who would gladly sacrifice a person's life for your own ambition of petty revenge, are all disgustingly boring! If all of you agreed to kill Sonia, then all of you are no better than the Remnants of Despair themselves!"

There were nothing that they could say to retort. They were utterly speechless and confused. Breaking the ice, the man holding the pitchfork rushed toward Hajime, but the Ultimate Aikido Practitioner sent the pitchfork above with a kick before handling the aggressor into the ground.

"Are you perhaps deaf?" Hajime dislocated the right arm's joint and the man fainted. "Sleep for a while. Clear your head and think about your actions."

"Hajime, stop."

The voice of Sonia threw him off. He looked behind him and Sonia had lifted her eyes, revealing eyes full of sadness, but hidden within were determination. She balled her fist and clenched them as hard as she could to dispel her fear and anxiety. The Ultimate Princess quietly stepped forward, revealing her proud self to the eyes of her people.

"My name is Sonia Nevermind," her gaze didn't falter, she continued. "I am the Ultimate Princess. Tomorrow, I would resume my line of duty to rule this Kingdom once again."

Every single Novoselic citizens present widened their eyes with a few starting to scream as nightmares took them over. Hearing the pained scream of her countrymen, she bit her lip. Thoughts of memories not present in her began to cloud her judgement, but were soon dispelled as she readied her resolve.

"However," Sonia stopped to glance at her countrymen's eyes. Those were eyes filled with anger, sadness, anguish, weakness, but most of all, despair. She breathed in before continuing, once again steeling her resolve. "I will do my best to first, repair my own country. I will deny the mono-people of their brainwashing and send relief aids to the needed as well as restructuring the government and many still-working organizations. Second, I will give back all of your citizenship rights, disposing of the concentration camps and disbanding the Novoselics army and national security until further date. Lastly—augh!"

Hajime gasped as the mob cut in the middle of Sonia's speech and started to throw rocks at her. Sonia fell to the ground, her hands holding the right side of her forehead, which blood started to trickle down her face. Gritting his teeth, Hajime was consumed with rage as he exerted an aura enough to silence the wildest of the beast and were ready to destroy each and every one of them.

"No Hajime, stop!" Sonia ordered and Hajime did so. Sonia righted herself up and walked to Hajime, rain of stones behind her.

Untying Hajime's tie, the Ultimate Princess tied her forehead with it to stop her bleeding, before turning back to the mob and walked back to where she stood. Rocks of various sizes grazed her, but she remained undeterred. Her head held high and chest puffed with pride, she continued with a shout.

"Lastly, I will do my best to rid of the despairs in your heart!" Her words shook the hearts of the mob. Some of them began to stop while the others continued. The rain of stones were still coming, and Sonia's limbs started to turn blue and her clothes ripped in various parts. In-spite of her condition, she continued with a voice as loud as before. "But, I could not do all of those alone. I will need all of your help to bring stability in my kingdom. Our, kingdom. Please, I beg to each and ever y one of you!"

The prideful Sonia Nevermind fell to her knees and pressed her palms and forehead into the ground, and at that point, the mob stopped. They gasped in shock at the sight of someone with the status as high as her performing a dogeza. "I will apologize as many times as you want me to. The sins of my past are only for me to bear, but please, I beg of you. Let's keep the legacy of our ancestors standing. We need to bring back the Kingdom of Novoselic into a country foretold to be the greatest country in the world as told by our forefathers!"

The mob was reluctant. They felt guilty of what they did as the Ultimate Princess began to cry. From her eyes were tears of her weakness, selfishness, and acceptance. Her begging and pleading were based upon an honest ambition and goal. Her body shook as her voice cracked from emotions swirling inside her. "Please, I beg of you. I beg to all of you," she raised her head once more. Her expression were a mess of dirt, bruises, and wounds with uncontrolled amount of blood, tears, snot, and saliva. It was a face unbecoming of a princess. "Please, let me once again rule this kingdom!"

The mob and Hajime were speechless. The man behind Sonia eyed the mob as they began to lower their weapons and slowly retreating away.

"Tch," the same female who stepped forward first clicked her tongue. "Do whatever you want."

"I'm still not forgiving you for what you have done."

"Don't get our hopes up, alright?"

"…Good luck."

And Sonia's expression brightened, tears flowing from her eyes. She stood up and fixed her inappropriate make-up. "I will do my best. I promise!"

There were little response from the mob, but Sonia knew now that they cared more about Novoselic than she thought. With that knowledge in mind, she felt that she could now take another step forward. Taking a glance behind her, she saw Hajime Hinata picking up the unconscious adult on his shoulder.

"Hey Hajime."

"Yeah?"

Sonia walked toward her hero and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Hajime was caught off guard that it made his cheek aflutter. "Sonia, what was that for?"

"A thank you," she giggled playfully. "I wouldn't be able to do that if I were alone today. In fact," she hammered her fist into her palm. "Maybe I should give everyone a kiss too. How about it Hajime? That would be fair, right?"

Hajime laughed. "I'm sure everyone would welcome your sentiment."

Sonia grinned from ear to ear.

"Come on, let's hurry back. Let's tend to your wounds first."

"…I completely forgot about that," Sonia blinked in a daze. "Now that you brought it up, I think I'm a bit dizzy myself."

Hajime sighed, smiling. He walked beside Sonia and roped his free arm around her shoulder. "Fine then, lean on me as we walk."

"Thank you very much, Hajime."

"No problem."

"We're back—Miss Sonia what happened to your face?" Kazuichi darted for the golden-haired woman resting on the couch of the living room of Sonia's mansion. "Who did these? Who were the bastards that dared to hurt Miss Sonia's face?"

"Stand down!" Sonia declared, and Kazuichi were instantly seated onto the nearby chair.

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

"Wow, your face looked like shit," Hiyoko restrained a chuckle behind a fan. Her face suddenly turned serious as she focused for the princess. "After all is said and done, I don't want to hear of your adventure in the castle. I believe you can keep that to yourself." Hiyoko bit her lip as she turned to the side, "So, um… cheer up okay? I wouldn't want to see you sad, you know? Ah forget it. I'm getting out of this room. It's making me sappy for no reason!"

Hiyoko went for the kitchen and slammed the door shut.

"Can't she be honest for once?" Gundham said from one corner of the room.

"She's improving," Mahiru chuckled. Aiming her camera toward the Ultimate Princess, she readied her finger on the button. "Hey Sonia, mind if I take a picture of you recovering from your wound?"

"Of course. It'll make a nice memory."

Nekomaru laughed as he changed Sonia's bandages. "You guys sure have peculiar tastes. As expected of a team under my care!"

"I'm pretty sure you're t-the one with the most p-peculiar taste h-here, Nekomaru." Tsumiki Mikan began applying lotions on the bruises on Sonia's body with his meaty fingers. "S-Stay still Sonia. S-So I could apply these lotions.P-Please hold the pain, I promise that i-i-it'll be quick!"

Mahiru's expression turned sour. "Do you really need to crossdress as Tsumiki for this, you imposter? Seriously, what's with you today?"

"Hajime."

The Ultimate Security Guard recognized the voice. It was from Akane's, the Ultimate Gymanst. Her voice were riddled with concern, and Hajime would do well to address whatever issue Akane had found quickly. The moon hung on the starry sky overlooking the mansion and the surviving citizens of Novoselic inside it set a stage for anxiety to brew. The silence of everything in his radius only made him even more cautious.

"What's wrong, Akane?"

"Just now," Akane gritted her teeth. "Just now, Nagito collapsed. Mikan wants to see you. Quick."

To be continued

A/N: Hello.

Thank you for reading Repaired until the end. This is a fanfiction that will probably run alongside with my other Danganronpa fic, Junko found Hope or something. That fic differ greatly in tone with this one as JfH was about comedy while in this fiction I wanted to try writing something serious for once.

The next chapter, Nagito Komaeda and Luck would be available either next week or the week after that. I do have a semester I need to ace, plus, I'm those authors who has an extreme case of ADD, so don't keep your hopes up.

…I'm sorry for how dry that pun was.

That's it for now. Until next time!