Hi. I'm West-Door. Suddenly, I woke up and decided to write my fifth fanfic. I just decided to do so. I know that I have to write more of my 'Drifters' fanfic and my 'Kuroinu' fanfic, but I'm the author and I get to decide what I write. So please don't go to the review section to bombard me for not continuing two of my stories kay? I'm currently writing chapter 2 of 'Murasaki decided he needed more Drifters' and almost finished with chapter 2 of '광대 거지와 다혈질 쪼다의 두근두근한 모험'. So please wait patiently. All will come in time.
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Well then~ I hope you enjoy it~!
I don't own Danganronpa and I only own the OC character in here. Danganronpa belongs to Spike.
Hunger.
The first emotion I felt. Well… can we even call that an emotion? I guess calling it a symptom is a more appropriate term. A feeling of pain triggered by our body's need and craving for consumption of nutrients, vitamins and other vital consumables that allows our bodies to function properly… That was the first emotion I felt. More specifically, it was the first emotion I remember feeling.
I was so hungry and being a nobody on the streets, being nothing to anybody among everybody didn't help me ease the pain. The pain got worse and I wanted to ease the pain. I tried sleeping but sleeping meant at one point I was bound to be awake. It didn't work. I ate anything in the garbage. I threw up everything. I tried to steal. They beated me into a bloody pulp. I tried begging. Nobody gave a damn. In the slums, nobody would shed a tear at my death, nobody would be sad for my death, that much I instinctively knew.
They would be glad if I died.
But I didn't, and he did. Him, being an old man living all by himself in a small shack, picking empty bottles and used cardboard for his living, died because he was weak. But he was an old man who was kind enough to hand me a piece of food when I was at the verge of dying of hunger. But, I'm glad he is dead. At least I could eat those rice he cooked. The living need food and the last time I checked, the dead don't. I scooped up a spoonful of rice with my tiny hands and winced as the searing hotness of the steamy white rice harmed my rough hands. Rough hands for somebody who is only five years old. Rough red hands dripping the scarlet fluids between my fingers that once held a piece of glass that penetrated the old man's jugular.
I ate the rice forgetting to wash my hands. Oops.
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Why do I have to wash my hands?
I'm hungry and I didn't like that feeling and I learned that eating decreased the pain. I don't like pain. It hurts and it's scary.
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Eh? Who's that?
He's using me.
That was what I began to think of the man who took me in. Apparently, it seems like he had heard the old man yell before he gurgled on his blood. He said he liked my eyes, and I said I was hungry. He said he'll feed me, and I said I'll kill for him. A wordless contract was made between us.
I was his favorite. I killed without hesitation because I feared hunger. I killed with no remorse to eat. I killed giving no shit whatsoever to avoid being in pain, the pain being hunger. I wasn't like the rest of the 'cowards' who would hesitate or break down crying from killing somebody. Those 'cowards' were taken somewhere by our 'Father' and they never returned.
I was 'Father's favorite. I killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed, and killed. I ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate.
But one day, I wanted to be free. Freedom was a weird word and it took a considerable amount of time for me to understand its meaning, but I succeeded in knowing. The emotion to be free started when I killed the lady with her baby. I didn't like the lady but I liked the baby, but all witnesses had to die. The baby was screaming because he was alive and he died because he was killed. By my knife.
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I didn't like this mission, even when I got to eat to decrease hunger I didn't like it. I didn't like 'Father' using me to do something I didn't really wanted to do. So, I decided to have something called freedom. No. I wanted to free of choosing my targets so I asked if I could.
'Father' hit me with his brass knuckles and declared that he would starve me if I said anything like that again.
Starve=Hunger=Pain
Fuck no. I am going to kill that man. I am not going to rely on him to fight off hunger. But what if he gets killed and die? Then how am I going to eat? I want to be free so I can feed myself but how can I do that? I don't even know how to feed myself.
I was too scared to claim independence. If 'Father' died, then how am I going to eat and keep hunger away from me? The only way I knew how to eat was him providing me food. So I did nothing for the fear of hunger haunted my mind.
Fortunately, it only took me two years to find independence when I made a name in the underground organization. Somehow I got into close with the Kuzuryū group who were one of the biggest Yakuza groups in Japan. During the two years I tried my best to learn how to gain independence from 'Father' but still eat to fight hunger. I learned a lot of things such as how to smile like a 'normal' person, or what 'manners' were, or learning that the Earth is round. I still can't imagine the shock I had when I learned that.
I self-taught myself how to read and write. I taught myself how to act and lie. I learned how to kill people in many different ways. I learned how to use a gun, daggers, knives, guns with a silencer. I learned how to dismantle and put together a gun. I learned how humans acted. I learned how to leave nothing behind. I learned how to sew which became something called a 'hobby'.
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Sewing makes me warm, and I guess that's what people call 'happiness'.
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I also made a 'friend' of one of 'Father's 'Children'. She calls me onii-san, which means big brother.
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Somehow, I feel happy when she calls me that.
Her name was Harukawa. Harukawa Maki, but I call her Maki-chan. I pat her head and pinch her cheeks on a daily routine and she squeaks but never forces me to stop. So I continue. It feels nice to do so but for some reason I thought it would be a bad idea to do it in front of 'Father' so I didn't and I told Maki-chan to ignore me when 'Father' was around.
I wonder how it feels like to have a last name. I don't even remember mine. Maki-chan says it feels just right and I agree with her. The last name Harukawa seems to fit well with Maki-chan and I do feel that it fits 'right' on her. I wonder how that would feel.
After meeting with the Kuzuryū group and their soon to be heir, I decided that I could find independence of being an assassin. The Kuzuryū group did tell me that they would help me raise my reputation throughout the underground for they had a debt to pay me for assassinating their rivals.
So, with Maki-chan, I slit 'Father's throat with his razor blade and burnt our 'nest' to the ground.
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Technically, we made it explode using 'gas', a bullet, and a microwave.
I have to eat. No. We have to eat. Hunger is my nightmare and I don't want them to be Maki-chan's nightmare too.
Now I use Maki-chan's last name; Harukawa, as Maki-chan gave me permission. It doesn't feel 'right' yet but slowly and surely, it starts to seem right.
I have made a decision that Maki-chan and I had to go to a place called 'school'. I made this decision for, I believed that staying in a public place and being in the midst of ordinary people conversing and interact, we can learn 'empathy', and other human emotions and behaviors, quirks, habits and so on. Also, it didn't seem like a bad idea to hide in plain sight.
At daytime we attended this 'school'. At night, we went to work. Enrolling school was hard to do, but with a few yen and fabricated documents, we managed to get in.
I learned how to 'smile' but for some reason my Maki-chan wouldn't do so. At this point I think I'm around thirteen and Maki thinks she's around ten. We both don't know when we were born or where we were born. But it didn't matter as long as we were together.
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And eat together.
Middle-school is strange. Everybody thinks that being violent is being cool, or being an uptight person is cool. Thankfully, Maki-chan and I aren't that well-known among our peers nor are we considered loners. We are… ordinary. Too ordinary that we rarely cross other people's minds. That's good. I wouldn't want to draw unwanted attention from anybody who sees our faces in broad daylight. We dressed plain, acted plain, and interacted to a sensible amount. Not too much to gain populace, or not too little to be noticed. Our faces are invisible to the underground except for a few high-ranking Kuzuryū group members. If they wanted, they could easily track our school, but not where we actually live.
However, it began hard for me to tread on being 'normal' as my blankets became insanely popular during the school festival. I had to contribute something to the festival and I decided that I would bring over something that I had sewn myself. Then some adult who came visiting our school festival managed to get this 'high-quality' blanket onto his blog. It spread like wildfire as some other school students began to post my blanket on social media deaf to my plea of privacy. One day, I woke up to be famous.
That was the biggest mistake ever. Or is it? Well, I suppose that nobody will consider that I am an assassin at night when I'm just a harmless boy who has talent in wielding a needle and a thread, instead of a knife and a gun. Except for Kuzuryū Fuyuhiko and his tool Pekoyama Peko. The word tool seems a little disagreeable to me. Probably it was because it reminded me the relationship between 'Father' and I.
After a few years Maki-chan suggested that we open up a clothing shop where I can sell everything I have knitted, sewed, designed, and dyed. One reason was because of the excessive amount of clothing we had in our house and the people who came to school seeking to buy my products, produced out of my hobby. The other reason was because of a back up plan. Being an assassin was a dangerous job and from time to time one of us would get injured from a mission. Fortunately, none of the injuries were everlasting, nor did they leave a scar, but just because we are safe now doesn't mean that we are continuously be safe.
Once you enter and work in the underground, there's no such thing as retirement. Even if you officially 'retire', you will be targeted by many people full of vengeance and bloodlust for your past. I learned this when Maki-chan and I obtained a commission from a client saying that he wanted a certain old man dead who retired from being a yakuza who happened to kill and rape a girl he once liked.
I asked Fuyuhiko(yes, Maki-chan and I have the permission to call Fuyuhiko Fuyuhiko, from the yakuza himself and his tool) if doing something like this was a problem and his response was a shake of his head with a scowl.
"I really don't think it'll matter that much but on the safe side, cover your tracks well or make it up as if it was an accident of a heart attack. You never know if the boss of his organization still feels some emotions for his retired subordinate"
So, if we got seriously injured that put us out of work as an assassin, the clothing shop would be our alternative way of earning money. Even when it was scary to try this new, inexperienced path, we did our best and even some of the rich students supported us, saying that they were willing to buy my garments.
Normal people are weird. What I make isn't that much of a deal.
So we opened a clothing store that at first only opened in night or on weekends, but with Kuzuryū's support of sending two retired whores he had in possession(I-it's not like I care about you and your sister and your stupid fucking shop o-or your damn good suits! Now get the fuck outta my face dipshit!) we now open the store on weekdays with us in school and the women at the store. They don't know what we really are and I found that to be uncomfortable, for there was a risk of getting our identities to leak out if one of the workers. Thankfully they don't suspect a thing and seem to be glad of doing this kind of work. They are also so fond of me and of Maki-chan ever since we gave them a few pieces of clothing as a welcome gift when they first came here, out of this unreasonable thing called 'courtesy' and to make sure our 'kind' persona remains. Before I knew it, the two women became part of our life as we would converse a lot of which clothing was sold the most or which one was popular or financial incomes and outcomes.
They talk about how lucky they are to work in such a peaceful workplace unlike that whorehouse they used to work in.
Up to this point, Maki-chan and I still have no idea why adults enjoy having sex that much. We thought of doing it together to experiment the feeling of having sex but decided not to for it said that having sex between siblings were a social taboo. And since it said that having sex makes a lot of loud noises, we decided not to have sex for the walls have ears. Our social statuses have to remain 'good' for both of our sakes.
When I've became a celebrity, Maki-chan managed to avoid of being in such a position and she is glad for not rising up to popularity. Being popular was annoying and troublesome. Everybody knew who you were just by looking at your face, and they would always ask for an autograph. Don't these people have a sense of privacy or common sense? But as I learned, it was 'polite' to sign and interact with these 'fans' for a few minutes, so I did.
"Onii-chan"
"Yes Maki-chan?"
"Onii-chan the target is safely inside the building ready to proceed phase 3?"
"Ready Maki-chan. Standby"
Our target was a lawyer, but not just any lawyer. She was the lawyer of the yakuza Hinata and Hinata's rival, Asahi wanted her to be gone. So our new target was a middle aged woman, single but her room packed with bodyguards. Maki-chan counted a whole number of twelve that went in and out, but for all we know, there could be more in the lawyer's residence. It seems like Hinata really valued his lawyer that much, or maybe there already had been an attempt to get the lawyer killed. I was leaning towards the latter. There were just too many bodyguards.
Whatever. They were going to go back to Asahi and demand more money for not mentioning too many bodyguards.
"Onii-chan, I'm at position. Positioned to cut power immediately. Waiting for next orders"
"... Start"
As the words left my lips I sprinted towards the lawyer's house as Maki-chan cut the electricity in the lawyer's house. The house went dark and everybody began to yell. The lawyer's house definitely had a backup power so I wouldn't rely on the dark for so long. And as much as I want to make this quick by only eliminating the target and getting out safely without killing others, there were just too much people in the way so I had to kill some. With five arrows on my left hand and a crossbow on my right I shot once. Twice. Thrice.
Two bodies fell from the balcony and the security camera was broken.
Without wasting time I pulled out a spray can and sprayed it onto the glass then smashed it as it fell apart making almost no noise. A convenience item to enter places that had glass.
I sneaked in as I put back the crossbow by making it small and placing it into my bag. That boy Izayoi Sonosuke knew how to make gadgets such as these and he didn't seem to mind that he was making a man-slaughtering weapon for an unknown man. He doesn't know us but we knew him which made us gain the upper hand but he didn't seem to mind much. He silently called out the prices and when we paid he made them with no questions.
I feel vibrations from the floor. I silently wait for it and… and… and…
NOW
I pulled the trigger of my silenced gun at where I estimated it would be the throat and shot the man again in the head before he screamed. I laid the dead man gently on the floor before he crashed onto it and proceeded to move on being cautious.
I met two more and proceeded on eliminating them too.
Even when I obtained the blueprints of the house's structure, there was no way I couldn't know how the interior of the house was. I don't know if there are traps lying around in this residence and by watching these men roaming around, I wouldn't worry that much but…
Better safe than sorry.
I hurried down to where the lawyer would be as I calculated the distance of her office and the panic room that was on the the blueprints and managed to locate them. I spot five guards ushering a distressed woman in a nightie. Just when I was going to get rid of the target as I recognized her the lights flickered on.
Has it already been forty-five seconds from when I gave the order to cut the power?
An awkward moment passed when the six of their eyes met mine.
"GET HIM!"
I cursed silently as I retreated pulling out the shrapnel grenade out of my bag. Due to the mismatched timing of the lights flickering on, I wasn't able to get the target. Instead I was stuck inside the house as the men kept on firing their machine guns.
If only there weren't so many guards around this lawyer's place, I would've ended this mission silently. But the manpower this women had was ridiculously large. But, a job is a job and I want to eat.
It is true that I can buy edible goods from the enormous income but quitting too early to live a new life wasn't regarded nicely in the underground. Moreover, it was a well suited job for me and Maki-chan. I am good at sewing and I enjoy it. But I'm better at being an assassin and I enjoy being one. The reason I enjoy it isn't because I enjoy killing people. It is because it's one of the precious moments I can have with Maki-chan. Maki-chan, is bad at making clothes and she doesn't find much joy in it. So when I enjoy making garments, she does not. I want to do something with Maki-chan, something that both of us can be good at and enjoy. Something that can engrave a beautiful 'memory' in our brains. We don't talk that much at school for our different grades. We can't talk freely in the shop. We can only truly be ourselves at night, at work or at our bed snuggling. The bed felt warm and comfortable but going out is much fun than staying inside a blanket and Maki-chan agrees with me.
Maki-chan liked assassinating because it was the only thing she was good at and found at least somewhat joy in them for she loved working with me. She too would love to spend some quality time with me and she wished to do it when we were being our true selves. Those times only came when we were out to work.
"GO GO GO!" Yelled one of the men. Hmmm… considering the volume of his voice, the positioning of the walls…
I threw the grenade after pulling out the pin and hurled it towards the wall as it bounced off and went directly towards that sound.
"GET HER—"
"WATCH OUT!"
Too late.
The shrapnel grenade exploded with smoke and I charged back into the fray trying to find my target and eliminate her as fast as possible.
I found her and I pressed the trigger. Her head exploded like a watermelon as her white innocent nightwear was splattered with deep red. I sincerely thank you once again Izayoi for making these goggles that has heat sensors, night vision and three different features in it. But then again, the price was quite high.
I retreated back again not waiting to stick around. But then the wall next to me exploded.
What happened next was a series of misfortunes as everything started to explode. A searing pain was coming from my stomach but I had to get out of this place. Then it all clicked into place.
"Onii-chan?! Onii-chan! ONII-CHAN!" Came the desperate voice of Maki as she screamed over the ear piece.
"Imouto, this was a trap from the start…" I groaned over the earpiece as I ran towards one of the exits that Maki-chan and I prepared just in case. I ran towards the first floor bathroom as the building once again rocked back and forth from another explosion. My left vision was blurred as my head was cut open and blood poured down covering my left side of my face. I spoke quietly over the earpiece once again avoiding using the word 'Maki-chan'. You never know if they hacked your earpiece even though it was nearly impossible to do so.
"Imouto… if they are targeting me, they must also be after you too… Go to your nest… any nest by throwing the die. Make it random. I'll contact you if I can. Good luck Imouto, start running now"
"B-b-b-but onii-cha—"
"NOW" I roared as another explosion took place as an orange inferno of flames nearly engulfed me if I hadn't closed the bathroom door just in time. Instead, the door was exploded off its hinges and I hit the other side of the
wall with pain wrecking my body once again.
With trembling fingers I crushed the earpiece and jammed it inside my bag and proceeded to lift a tile of the bathroom floor. A large hole was down below. We would've used this if there weren't so many people guarding that damn lawyer and we certainly wouldn't have used this if we knew this was a trap for me all along.
Could it be that Hinata and Asahi were working together? They do certainly hate each other's guts but that doesn't mean that they could work together. Have I done something to make both of them resent me? Or had this been an attempt of elimination by one group? I gritted my teeth and proceed to crawl the hole. The pain in my stomach was getting worse and I had to find a medic. It hurt so much… so much…
I kept on crawling.
I was finally out of the hole and appeared in the mountains. Blood… so much… blood…
With a flash flashlight I check my wound on my stomach to see the situation.
Shrapnel.
A piece of metal was stuck in my left abdomen and I was bleeding badly. A doctor. Or a nurse. I had to find one quick. But at the same time, I had to find one who is easy to subdue, easy to shut their mouth, easy to make them submissive so they do my bidding and never tell a soul about me.
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Wasn't there a kouhai of mine that exactly fit that profile?
Tsumiki Mikan: A meek, shy, paranoid girl who is ruthlessly bullied by almost everyone or neglected by everyone. She was easily intimidated and saw herself as a useless being who easily offended others and asks for forgiveness by telling people to hit her until they are satisfied or exposing her skin to others if they want to(up to this day I have no idea why people are so excited of seeing one's bare skin). I saw her a few times in school and due to my 'image' maintenance I gave her help by stopping her harassers harassing her but it was temporary and that was it. No other interactions were given between us. She knew me, and I knew her. That was all we had.
Her medical performance was something that had caught my eye for she was inborn with a great talent. I easily analyzed her talent from looking at herself when she treated her own scars and bruises and sometimes helping the school nurse. She was also highly intelligent as she came in the top three in our school. Just in case, I had put her to the lists of potential allies(such as Izayoi Sonosuke) as a medic as I memorized her house address or other locations she might be when Maki-chan or I get severely injured during a mission.
I never intended to cross paths with Tsumiki Mikan but under these circumstances, it seems like I have to. If I could, I would seek help from Kuzuryū or some other people who owes me, but the distance from here to there was too long and I couldn't trust the others too much. On the other hand, Tsumiki Mikan's residence wasn't that far. Furthermore, she was easy to manipulate due to her constant paranoia of offending or boring someone. And her personality of confidence in wanting to help and to seek approval from her talents made things more easier.
Before I knew it I, riding a bicycle that I stole, hurried towards where Tsumiki Mikan was living.
"Auuuu…" Whimpered Tsumiki Mikan as she sighed and stretched her back. It was about 3:00 am in the morning and somebody was pressing the doorbell!
"Auuuu… who could it be…?" She whimpered again as she quivered in fright. Last time she checked, she paid all of the money that they ordered, and did everything they ordered her to do.
Then… then what did she doooo? What did she forget to do? Oh no, oh no, oh no! They'll hate her! They'll despise her! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…
"I'M SORRY!" She wailed as she opened up her door as she tried her best to cover up her modesty in her small nightwear. Due to the lack of money, she couldn't buy or obtain the clothing she needed except for a pink nurse outfit, her school uniform, a cyan dress, a white shirt, short jeans, and a white blouse.
"I don't remember what I was supposed to do but I'm so sorry!" She sniffled as tears blurred her vision. The figure at the door was a man and was quite tall. But there was something off about him he was breathing heavily and clutching his stomach… Is that… blood?
"Inside! Quick!" Yelled Mikan as her persona changed abruptly as she pulled in the stranger inside her room. Then she laid him on the gray sofa and finally took a good look at him with the light coming from the ceiling.
"A-a-ah… Hospital!" Stuttered Mikan shocked by the damage done to the man. "Hospital!" She shouted again as she reached for the phone but a hand that almost crushed her wrist stopped her from reaching her phone.
"No… hospitals!" The man gurgled. Even with his mask on it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was in pain. "No… doctors!" He gurgled again.
"N-no!" Yelled Mikan as she tried to squirm out of the man's grasp. "The damage is too severe! Going to the hospital is—"
"I SAID NO HOSPITALS!" The man roared in agony but not loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. "HEAL ME!" He ordered in pain. "You want to be a nurse? Then HEAL ME!"
For a split second Tsumiki Mikan didn't know what to do. The thought of the stranger knowing about her didn't even cross her mind. It was her duty as a nurse-in-training to stabilize the patient and escort him to the hospital on an ambulance but since her patient was refusing the hospital… and since he was relying his life on her…
"A-alright… this might… hurt"
The man said no hospitals. But he asked her to help him and Tsumiki Mikan will help him. She studied, and practiced, and did everything to become a nurse, and she wasn't going to back down from it. If a patient wanted help, she was going to give it to him. And she was going to enjoy doing it. By. Every. Single. Second.
She… she did it! Mikan Tsumiki finally let her breathe out as her adrenaline slowly leaked out of her. She flopped on the ground heaving heavily taking gulps of oxygen in an irregular manner. She did it, and that was what it mattered. This wasn't her first time treating a patient with severe diseases and injuries but to treat someone that was on the verge of death? This was the first time. She felt happy that she finally became useful to somebody who was less than her. She saved a life. A life so pitiful and weak that clung onto Mikan, that made themselves dependant on Mikan, that made them believe in Mikan. So weak and frail that made her powerful. Feeling these emotions of superiority and satisfaction while helping the people weaker than herself gave her unmeasurable euphoria she was seeking for her entire life. At first she didn't know why she wanted to help people. At first she thought it was an act out of desperation to be forgiven but as she helped, and mended, and treated, and saved, she somehow began to understand her burning desire. Saving people weaker than her… The feeling when the people that had once never forgiven her and forced her into submission becoming in her place as they desperately lean on Mikan… was something Mikan found exciting and pleasing. At first she was scared of choosing this path. Scared for being a failure again, scared for she wouldn't be forgiven, scared she would slip and fail, scared for she wanted acknowledgement, scared for they would still be stronger than her. But today, she made a big step of finding the forbidden pleasure of saving somebody weaker and fragile than her and found an ounce of confidence in her skills by saving somebody. However, as soon as it came, it went away fast and Mikan became the same shy, paranoid Mikan as she fiddled around the stranger on her gray, now red, sofa.
"Hmmm… Who can it be?" Pondered the nurse as she fidgeted on the wooden floor. Her fingers twitched above the man's mask, then she suddenly broke down in front of the man repeating the words 'I'm sorry' multiples of times.
How can she possibly even think of invading one's privacy? That's not how she should act!
'But still' Thought Mikan as she rubbed her legs together. 'Right now… he is vulnerable… asleep… weak…'
Then with the courage along with the positive emotions she received from helping the man she became full of determination to take off the man's mask. W-well, it would be rude and improper if they a nurse doesn't know their own patient, right? And when thinking what the man talked in front of her, she was certain that the man knew her. It would also be rude to not know who the man is, who took all the trouble to remember her. So, with all those good(?) intentions of Tsumiki Mikan, she with a red face and the continuous mumblings of apologetic words took off the man's mask.
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"E-EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!" Screamed Tsumiki Mikan as she stared down at the pale face of the man that Tsumiki looked up to. The only person who she believed that had forgiven her. The only person who she hoped had forgiven her. Her precious, glorious senpai. She vividly remembers her senpai coming down to her aid when she was the one at fault. Her ugly, sow face and body had apparently made some people angry and she had to repent for her mistakes but then her senpai came and made the angry people go away. Then he asked her if she needed help.
Then he said that there was nothing to forgive.
Then he said she hadn't done anything to offend him or make him disgusted.
Then he said to take care of herself.
Then, senpai's steel eyes snapped open— Wait wh—
Tsumiki Mikan's eyes bulged out of her sockets as her head slammed against the wall and senpai's large rough hand clasping her throat.
"S-s-sen… pai…?" She gurgled out. Oh how naive and stupid she was! To assume that senpai was weaker and more feeble than her. To believe that senpai had forgiven her so easily. To even dare to hope that senpai forgave her. Mikan's brain and eyes flooded with despair as her disgusting existence and her foul heart violated her dear senpai.
"S-senpai…" She gurgled again losing oxygen by the second. This was karma. She dared to presume he was fragile than her. She dared to think her wonderful senpai would actually forgive her. She dared to hope senpai would be the first one to grant her forgiveness. She dared… dared to love senpai.
"I'm… s-so… s-s-sorry…" With those last words, she met black and fell asleep.
'Senpai...❤'
After tying up my kouhai to her own bed with the rope I had in my bag, gagging her with a patch of cloth and tape, and blindfolding her, I decided to immediately make contact with Maki-chan. I will never let her worry or feel sad. If worse, Maki-chan may cry and it's a brother's duty to make sure their little siblings don't feel sad, and never cry.
I found a payphone and dialed Maki-chan's spare cell-phones and she answered immediately.
"People die if they are killed"
"Just because you're correct doesn't mean you're right"
"When you have a birthday you celebrate being born"
"So he tends to like the people he dislikes"
"Imouto…"
"Oni-chan…"
Over the payphone I heard Maki-chan sniffle and cry. Why would she cry?! I didn't make her sad by confirming my living status? Why is she crying? The only time I saw her cry was when she thought I was dead. It was a mission and our target had too much muscle. Our knives didn't went… all the way in and even when Maki-chan successfully killed the target, I got kicked in the stomach and broke several ribs. According to Maki-chan, she panicked too much and misread my pulse, thinking I was dead. Unfortunately, before I could raise my hand and signal to her that I was still alive, she started to perform CPR on me. I broke two more ribs because of that.
Then… why was she crying…?
"I-imouto…!" I said desperately not knowing what to do. "W-why are you crying?!"
"I-I guess *sniffle* this is the… *sniffle* thing that people call *sniffle* tears of joy…"
Ah… so she is happy. It's weird. Why would people cry if they are happy? Isn't that a contradiction? Apparently that seemed to be programmed inside our heads as I heard Maki-chan sobbing on the other end of her cell-phone.
"Imouto, imouto listen to me" I ordered over the phone. "I have to take care of stuff in here and don't come looking for me. I need you to lay low for the weekend and tell Jitsuko and Kaoruko(the two workers of our clothing shop) to take the weekend off. I'll try my best to return to base in 36 hours. Until then lay low and watch out for Hinata and Asahi. Lastly, don't forget to discard the phone"
"... Alright onii-san. See you in 36 hours"
"See you later imouto"
With those last words I hung up on my imouto and started to walk towards Tsumiki Mikan's residence. I could only hope that she would turn out cooperative and obedient. It would cause trouble and complications if I kill the girl when her sofa and her floor is covered with my own blood. Besides, Maki-chan and I needed a decent medic for we can't keep on relying on Fuyuhiko and on each other. Who knows what unknowable factor will drive us to downfall and tragically divide us? To make up those unknown factors, I needed to have connections with many talented people and Tsumiki Mikan was deemed as a valuable connection for us. I just never knew I would use her like this at this moment. I just never knew she would have to recognize my face. I just never thought that I would have to contemplate on killing her or keep on using her.
If I kill Tsumiki, there is a considerably dangerous chance of getting caught. Even when I ditched the bike I stole into the sewers, it can easily to found if one would make a through investigation. Also, if Tsumiki was to be killed, I would have to try my best to get rid of my blood and other body fluids that had escaped my body. Unfortunately, that task is impossible for me to do so for my blood drenched her sofa, made a huge puddle on the floor, and made considerably large amounts of blood splatters on her porch and the staircase to her apartment which I just wiped off after being treated so nobody can notice the color red and call the police leading me to trouble. Even if I set her residence up on fire using gas, that would gain certain attention from Hinata or Asahi, narrowing down where I have ran off to.
On the other hand, if I let her live, there is also a high risk where she can slip and blow my cover.
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I need to have more time to think about this carefully and have a long conversation with my kouhai. But first, I am hungry and I need to eat.
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Where was Tsumiki's refrigerator again?
... Uh... I'm not sorry if you're pissed for writing a new story. I always wanted to do a Tsumiki Mikan x OC/Any kind male character, and I just had to do it. I'm a writer and I write what I want to write. So suck it up.
Also... about the yakuza Hinata... This yakuza Hinata has nothing to do with Hajime Hinata, the main protagonist in "Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair". I just chose the most used Japanese male name from google. I'm sorry for not considering overlapping names but... what is done is done. I'm sorry if you get confused, but live with it.
Review, fav, follow. Go crazy people.
P.S I'm sorry if I put the Fate stuff in the middle. Frankly, I just wrote it like that without realizing what I have done. Sorry Fate fans... but if you find it funny then that's good!