((WARNING WARNING WARNING FOO: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DANGAN RONPA CHAPTER 5. CONTINUE IF U DAREEEEEEE))

There was a lot on Kyouko's mind. She couldn't bear to look up, biting her lip in regret; hopelessness. Her iron mask was shattering into fragments, far too small to rebuild. She felt her heart breaking open, sinking deeper and deeper into despair. To her dismay, she let a small tear slip from her eye and stream down her pale face, and trembled. Trembled at the thought of her closest friend's death being her fault.

Makoto stared on, gazing at the silver-haired girl he once knew. He couldn't bring himself to believe his closest friend would kill, even though he knew she was lying. No, he thought, She'd never. It's the Puppetmaster's fault!

"Can we move on and vote already?!" Monokuma blurted out, impatient and reckless as usual. "I mean, come on, we all know Naegi-kun did it!"

"Wai- What!?" Makoto stuttered, sweat beginning to form on his face.

"Y-Yeah, if no one has any o-objections, N-Naegi-kun is the only one who fits!" Touko sputtered out. "B-Besides... No one'd o-object to my Byakuya-sama as l-long as I'm here..."

Byakuya rolled his teal eyes and put a hand to his forehead. "I guess Fukawa is somewhat right. Naegi, is it true? Are you the culprit?" he accused, calm and composed.

Aoi and Yasuhiro exchanged worried and confused glances.

"Wait!" Makoto objected with a sense of urgency, droplets of sweat dripping from his face. "Don't you think this trial is a bit off?"

Byakuya glared at him. "What do you mean, 'off?'"

"I mean, we're having a class trial on a victim whom we haven't even identified who they are yet! Doesn't that seem a bit strange?" Makoto protested, desperate to keep everyone from voting for him.

"The victim was Mukuro Ikusaba," Yasuhiro said thoughtfully. "We made that clear, right?"

"But we haven't confirmed that for a fact," the carmel-haired boy explained. "Even assuming the victim is Mukuro Ikusaba, isn't it the least bit suspicious that she shows up dead?"

"Alrighty, time's up!" Monokuma shouted, causing a lasting echo in the trial hall.

"And now there's a random 'time's up!'" Makoto pointed out. "Monokuma's definitely hiding something!"

"Nu-uh!" Monokuma objected. "The only reason we have to stop is because you came here late, Ms. Kyouko Kirigiri!" His black paw pointed to the teen, sitting in silence, her fringe covering her eyes.

"Wai-" Makoto tried to make a comeback, only to be cut off by a voice all too familiar.

"Naegi-kun is the only one who could've done it, considering the key to the locker which held the duralumin arrows was in my room— which I couldn't get into— and everyone else has an alibi for that night, Naegi-kun is the only other one left," Kyouko said, immediately regretting it afterwards.

She felt heart-broken as she felt her friend's eyes stare at her in disbelief. "Kyouko..."

"Well that settles it!" the stuffed toy announced. "Use the switches in front of you to vote! Will you make the right choice, or the dreadfully wrong one? Upupupu..." Makoto and Kyouko both felt their blood run cold.

The slot machine spun and spun. Tension built up, faces went pale, and it spun and spun, until it finally landed on Makoto. The sound of applause kicked up as confetti rained from the ceiling.

"N-no... No way..." Makoto muttered breathlessly. "T-This is messed up... This whole trail is messed up...!" Kyouko sat in silence as Makoto relentlessly screamed at Monokuma in a fit of rage. It's all my fault... she thought. It's all my fault he's dying. It's all my fault he's dead.

-DETENTION-

Makoto's stomach was in knots, flinching at every BANG that rang in his ears, the conveyor belt pulling him closer and closer to death. Monokuma's voice, teaching him a lesson about reproduction, was barely audible through Makoto's constant thoughts:

Kyouko... framed me? She... She betrayed me. And to think... And to think I loved her...

No! Kyouko would never do that, and I should know that better than anyone!

No... Kyouko betrayed my loyalty. She betrayed me. F-For all I know, she could be the mastermind!

Makoto argued back and forth with himself, thinking Kyouko really had done it and she just framed him. Then a thought came to mind.

This... This is the mastermind's doing, isn't it? They killed Mukuro Ikusaba and attempted to blame Kyouko so they could get their 'treasure' back; the master key!

The BANG, BANG was sounding nearer with every second wasted, the pounding picking up pace as he neared the iron block. Makoto closed his eyes, shut tight and prepared for pain, only for it not to come. He opened his eyes hesitantly, looking up to see the block had stopped mid-way. A large trash chute opened up, and the teenager fell backwards right into it. Monokuma leaned over the desk and gazed at the gaping hole.

"W-Was that?"

"It was! That's..."

"Alter Ego." Kyouko was standing, eyes pointed at her toes, not bearing to look at what she'd caused, but as soon as she heard the words 'Alter Ego,' her head shot up.

"Alter Ego?" she echoed. She saw Monokuma banging his head against the desk, moving to the chalkboard, and back to the desk, glass shards flying everywhere.

"Yes, Kirigiri," Byakuya said disgusted. "If you'd take one second to look up from 'investigating' your boots you'd see that Alter Ego saved Naegi."

Just as a spark of hope ignited inside if her, Monokuma ruined her mood once again. "I wouldn't say as much, Togami-kun! That fall could've crushed Naegi-kun, or if it didn't, he'd die of starvation down there in the trash! Then he'll really be sleeping with the fishes! Oh~! I think this might actually be the best, most despair-inducing execution ever! Upupupupu~!"

At that, Kyouko's day went from bad to worse. Knowing your closest friend is either sitting in a garbage dump starving to death or is laying there, head cracked open from the fall down there and knowing you can't do anything about it is the worst feeling in the world. And it makes it even worse if that close friend is more than a friend to you.

And then she realized. I can do something. I can save him. I will save him. Why? I love him. With that thought in mind, she snuck down the trash chute, taking risks like her past self knew she would.

That spark of hope lit despair on fire, and it's burning faster than light.

(end... For now :3)

I warned you. There's not enough Naegiri fan fictions in the worldwide web, so I decided to write one and I might make part two if you really want it.

It feels kinda embarrassing to know you're first fanfic is a one/two-shot :c