"You're so interesting, Naegi-chan~!" The supermodel exclaims cheerfully.
The brunette falters, staring at him with wide eyes. She turns bright red and flustered, nervously stammering about how 'oh no, she was just a normal person, you're the interesting one here, Enoshima-san, bla bla bla'.
It was all meaningless chatter to the blond, but as boring as it was, it did serve a purpose.
Of course it was for despair. Everything was for despair. Nothing else mattered, nothing else could possibly interest Enoshima.
And if he could turn Naegi to his side, then the ultimate despair would practically be in his fingertips.
It was frustrating, it was frustrating, but it was so exhilarating! None of his plans to persuade and seduce the brunette worked out! She always managed to slip out of his grasp at the last moment!
It was frustrating, it was amazing! She was one person Enoshima couldn't predict. Every attempt to push her into despair failed miserably. She responded to honeyed words and harsh truths with optimism and endlessly irritating hope!
Naegi Makoto didn't know it, (of course she didn't, the poor fool), but Enoshima Jun had begun to take a liking to her. A fascination with her instability, an interest in her volatility.
Enoshima almost wished that she would never fall into despair. That she would stay atop her throne of the unknown, that she would forever remain an opponent he couldn't defeat. If he beat her, that would mean he finally understood how to make her dance to his beat, just like everyone else.
And that would be unbearably boring, wouldn't it?
"Hope never dies!"
...h u h ?
He... lost...?
To her?
He lost...
He lost he lost he lost he lost he lost h elosthelosthelosthelost...!
"Ahahahahahahahaha...! Upupupupupupu!"
Laughter wouldn't stop spilling from his lips, insane, mad cackling bursting forth without stopping, like blood gushing from a spear wound.
He lost! Naegi Makoto had managed to defeat him!
"I always knew you could do it!" He declares, pride in his voice. The brunette stares at him in shock, her face paling. "I always knew it...! You were the only one I couldn't break down! You were the only one worthy of opposing me! The hope to my despair!"
"Enoshima-san...?!"
"Now... it's what you've all been waiting for, isn't it?" He asks, more to himself than anything else. "It's punishment time!"
"You don't have to do this!" Naegi exclaims, running towards him, her hands reaching out for him. "You don't have to-"
She's cut off by bloodstained lips smashing into hers, just as he slams his fist into the button.
A short request for Shiranai Atsune. Please have a nice day/night/whatever time it is for you!