Author's Note: Hello and thank you for coming to my story. If you have read the original form of this story welcome back I suppose. I have decided to rewrite my story because it was rushed. I'm not saying this is good but it is hopefully better. Anyways please enjoy, and as always reviews aren't necessary but would probably help me post more content faster.

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Disclaimer:I do not own Danganronpa. I also do not own any other books/movies/etc that may find their way into my story.

Warning: This content is not suitable for children seeing as it contains but is not limited to, Extreme violence, gore, mentions of rape, excessive swearing, and sexual content (maybe).

Chapter One: The Mastermind's Madness Part 1

It was almost funny the way she spoke. It was almost as if the words that were leaving her mouth were correct. You would think since she held such a flimsy title as the ultimate detective that she would be able to see the painfully obvious truth that was right in front of her. Yet here she was announcing the only conclusion she could come to. Though to be fair it was a rather believable tale. Yet it was her final sentence that nearly caused him to lose character.

"So with what we know, the mastermind behind this killing game for lack of a better term is Junko Enoshima." Her voice was clear, and calculated as if it was rehearsed yet even so he knew she was utterly wrong.

"Oh really Kyoko-san? Are you sure about that?" The first response was the childlike tone of Monokuma, the murderous bear that had trapped there.

"Yes." Her response was a rather simple one yet it held the answer to his question.

"Then fucking vote already!" The animatronic bear yelled in a murderous yet still childlike tone.

Soon everyone had their hands on the levers in front of them and selected their choice. As soon as they had finished the machine showed the face of the famous fashionista Junko Enoshima grace each dial declaring her the one found guilty. Yet when that happened instead of the grand reveal they all expected there was nothing. Well nearly nothing.

"Upupupu. Rats, and I really thought you guys would figure it out. How dreadfully despair inducing." The voice that graced them was still childlike and most definitely feminine.

Then it happened. The room filled with smoke and she appeared. Dressed in her Hope's Peak Academy uniform and dawning an eerie smile. At that point they had thought they won. They were sure that Junko was the one who created this game. They thought that she had failed to cover her trail well enough. That was their problem.

"Phooie, this was not the group i expected to survive. I owe Mukuro-Nee five dollars now. Still, what a group of survivors we have. The Ultimate Detective Kyoko Kirigiri, The Ultimate Idol Sayaka Maizono, The Ultimate Gambler Celestia Ludenberg, and The Ultimate Biker Gang Leader Mondo Oowada." As she continued to speak Kyoko couldn't help but notice the absence of his name in the group of survivors.

"Well sorry to fucking disappoint but it looks like you lose bitch. Guess you get the axe now." The laugh at his comment was enough to rouse Kyoko from her train of thought to pay closer attention to the mastermind.

"The fuck are you talking about, I'm not the mastermind. Merely nothing more than a servant to my master. So let me quickly coin the phrase you used but it looks like you lose. Now would kindly get the fuck out of my way before I tear you apart."With her mere statement Kyoko quickly realized the true threat they faced. Sadly it didn't seem like Mondo got the message.

"I don't take orders from scum like you. You aren't worth the dirt on my fucking boots." Mondo said with a smirk. Kyoko saw the peril that Mondo was in but once again he did not.

She hit him with a force that no one other than Kyoko had expected. Celestia was as stone faced as ever and Sayaka tried her best not to show any weakness. Kyoko watched with a stoic expression on her face as Junko clawed at Mondo with her razor like nails. Mondo quickly became covered in scratches and claw marks. None of them could pry their eyes from the sight ahead of them. So much so that they didn't even notice that he had made his way over to her until her wrist was in his hand.

"Junko, Enough!" The moment the words left him fear filled the hearts of everyone in the room. They expected him to be the next one to be on the receiving end of Junko's next attack. What did happen however was completely unexpected.

"M...M...Makoto-Kun!" Junko cried out in surprise before she bowed before him.

He pulled her back up to her feet and to the utter horror of the room their lips met in a searing kiss that made Junko weak in the knees. His arms wrapped around her waist and hers wrapped around his neck. When the pulled away from each other the room was silent except for the groan from Mondo as he pulled himself back up.

"Junko, would you kindly bring me my remnants? I find this kind of work more my style. Even if it is rather boring." He asked her and before she could respond someone else spoke.

"What the fuck's wrong with you Makoto?" The words had left Mondo's mouth before he could stop himself.

"You fucking bitch. How dare you speak to him like that. I'll tear your fucking throat out." Junko lunged for Mondo but felt a hand grab her wrist and stop her.

"Junko stop. Go get the remnants. I can handle myself against these people." Junko visibly calmed down with a just few words from Makoto.

"Of course master." She nodded and quickly walked towards the elevator. Quickly she turned back and ran towards him pressing her lips to his for a chaste kiss before leaving.

"Now, Mortals bask in the glory that is your mastermind." Makoto's tone seemed to have changed and a crown had appeared on his head. Almost as though he was a king. A very sadistic king but a king nonetheless.

"M...M...Makoto?" Sayaka asked. Gone was the edge her voice had held earlier replaced by fear and pain.

"What is it mortal?" Makoto responded to her barely formed question.

"W..why did you do this? How could you? We...I trusted you!" She seemed to slowly reach the verge of tears.

"I did it for the despair of course. No mere mortal could begin to understand the beautiful intricacies that make up despair." Makoto's cheery attitude in responding to her question filled the remaining survivors hearts with fear.

"Why us? We were your friends." Sayaka was sobbing now. The one person she trusted more than anyone turned out to be an evil psychopath.

"Friends? Give me a fucking break. We weren't even close to friends. I put your lives ahead of mine and tried to help you with all your problems. Yet you always treated me like trash. Except for Junko, Mukuro and her of course" Makoto said his expression darkening and he slid his hood over his hair to hide his face. It was as though he was once again a new person. Still Kyoko's mind focused more on the unnamed person.

"So what? You think that gives you a fucking right to kill us. You're a fucking coward is what you are." Mondo spat venomously. The watched as Makoto lowered his hood and looked down at the floor a somber expression on his face.

"Why must you be so mean? I didn't kill anyone. I just set up a few rules and a bit of an incentive and bodies started falling like wildfire. Is that so wrong?" Makoto's voice was rather gloomy and it seemed almost like a child was upset with himself for doing something he didn't know was wrong.

"Who was the other person who treated you well." Kyoko finally found her voice and had asked the question in the forefront of her mind. Even though it disgusted her she hoped she would say it was her.

"It wasn't you Kyoko, but I suppose I shouldn't have lumped you with our other classmates. You just let me be and ignored everyone. Yet I felt like you were a problem that had to be dealt with for this game. I'm sorry." He still held his gloomy expression as he responded to her.

"Who was it then?" Kyoko heard the words escape her lips and she realized that for some reason she really wanted to know.

They watched as his expression shifted to one of happiness as he slowly walked towards her. She tried to keep herself composed but she could feel herself start to lose it the moment he started to speak.

"I always thought I was the luckiest person alive to have met you. I never was a gambling man. Yet I found myself spending my evenings with you playing those pointless little card games. I think I was your one equal opponent in every game we played. My luck battling your natural skill. I think it's why we fit so well together. Then that one stupid night where you invited Junko over to join us." He spoke and they could again see the change in his personality. He was talking like any normal person would when recalling a fond memory. If they didn't know any better they would have thought he was sane.

"I still don't understand how Junko got us to agree to it but we ended up playing that stupid game of strip poker. You and I lost the first two rounds and then I won in the end. When the game ended and I looked over at you something in me called out to you and before I knew it we were in your bed, kissing each other. The next morning I told you I loved you. You told me that you loved me too. It was the happiest moment of my life. That's what made this so difficult. I just couldn't leave you. Even though Junko tried desperately to take your place, she just couldn't do it. You already knew the only other people that meant as much to me as you did. The three of you meant the world to me but I just couldn't let you have trash like me. So I let you go, but I watched you, kept you from killing. Or worse yet being killed." Tears were falling down his face now as he kept telling his story.

"So I sat here parading around as a irritatingly optimistic teenager just to make sure you didn't get hurt. Well the three of us did, even though the other two had the safety of a security monitor. I never stopped loving you though and the sad thing is that even know, when you probably hate me part of me thinks that putting you through this was the right choice. I'm sorry Celeste." The tears that left his eyes were genuine and Celeste knew that even though it was a twisted way of showing it he loved her.

Everyone watched speechless as her mask shattered and they could see the conflict in her eyes. For the first time in years Celeste allowed the tears to fall and nearly fell apart. She loved him. Even after everything he did, she still loved him. She was broken, almost as broken as he was. Maybe that's why they fit so well together.

"I love you Makoto." Her words shocked everyone, even him.

"Maybe I'm broken, maybe I'm twisted, or maybe I'm just fucking insane, but Makoto no matter what you do I will always love you." After the words left her mouth she found herself in his grasp. His arms snaked around and she surrendered to his embrace. His lips descended upon hers as she accepted who he was. The kiss wasn't rough or hard, it was soft and tender as though they were trying to savour the taste of each other's lips.

When they separated for air she could see the happiness in his eyes. So her boyfriend may have a despair fetish. So he may have caused the most awful event in human history. That didn't matter, what mattered was them. As they stared lovingly at each other Mondo chose his moment to voice his displeasure.

"You're fucking disgusting. Do you know that Celeste. He's a murderer, not to mention batshit crazy. Yet you still love him. You're just as fucking insane as he is." Mondo's disdain was etched on his face. Yet even when Kyoko analyzed his face she didn't see hatred or disgust towards Celeste or even Makoto. He seemed like he was hating himself. She watched as he walked over to the pair. Her heart began to sink.

"God I can't believe I'm about to do this. What the fuck's wrong with me." Kyoko eyebrows rose in pure shock as Mondo grabbed Makoto by his collar and pressed his lips against the smaller boys. Celeste's jaw dropped and Sayaka looked on in utter confusion. Kyoko didn't know what to think.

"Guess that means I'm insane now too." Mondo knew it was wrong and he knew he should be disgusted and he knew he should hate himself yet somehow he couldn't bring himself to do anything but love the psychopath. What could he do, Insanity must have been contagious.

To Be Continued in The Mastermind's Madness Part 2