Izuru x Komaeda X Hajime. ...Incest is a thing in this fic, but I do not in anyway condone it.
Sex is implied in this fic, but since there isn't actually any in here, I'm keeping it rated T.
Final thing, if you don't like swearing, then why do you fucking like Danganronpa!
The world is dull. Everyone, everything, every reason, is dull. There is nothing interesting anymore. Not even Nagito's luck, which I worked so hard to harness, can satisfy me anymore. Not my, plain, older brother, not Junko, not Naegi, not anyone.
I can't even be bored while being bored anymore. This was something I wish no one else has to endure.
Not even when I had them writhing beneath me, moaning in absolute pleasure, did I feel satisfied. I felt no pleasure, no relief, no comfort. Not even when they were begging...pleading, did I feel an ounce of emotion. They don't realize either.
To them, I am just another fucked up person, a cold emotionless person; when in fact, I wish for it to all be over.
That is what I want. To disappear, to be erased from this excruciating existence. I don't want this anymore, and I try; however, something always comes in the way.
Talent. That is what this all comes down to. Why? Why does it all come to talent? I know the answer to that, too. I know everything, and everyone. I know what will happen, how it will happen, and when it will happen. I can understand things that is impossible for the human mind to comprehend, but that doesn't matter.
I. Am. Talent.
I am the world. I am the ending of life, and the begging of death. I am the apocalypse, and I am the prophet. The true ultimate hope.
I am hope, and I am despair. Junko has nothing against me, not then, and not now. You can't fool me, for I am God.
I feel no emotion; I can't even hate what I am, or those who did this to me. I can't return the love Nagito and Hajime have for me, nor can I want it.
It starts with me and it will end with me.
I can't be saved. This is what Makoto Naegi had to learn, to despair over. That he could not save someone.
I am bored, or perhaps I am tired. Either way I can't bother to care. You are the only one to know this.
Perhaps you will feel honored, or disgusted. Maybe, even feel sorry for me. ...These questions are for you to answer. I already know the answer to each and every one of them. This is it, my final words.
Talent, is the destruction of the universe. Whether you love it or hate it, the obsession will never end, especially with me on the planet. Talent will dissipate after my absence, and only then will the world will be at peace.
Farewell,
Izuru Kamukura.