(A/N: …)

Two Days after The Tragedy

While the world was busy going crazy, Junko Enoshima was busy getting set up for her killing game within the old building of Hope's Peak Academy. She had been locked away in Hope's Peak Academy even before the real chaos started to occur. It didn't matter, of course, she knew it would happen. That's why she made the Remnants in the first place.

At this same time, in another part of the nation, Izuru Kamakura was watching news coverage of the world tearing itself apart. He found it…boring. The terror people were experiencing was nothing short of predictable. There were…a few instances of the unknown, but after a while the patterns became predictable, but what else could Izuru expect from normal human beings? If Junko was trying to persuade Izuru into making him believe that despair was something he should back, she was failing miserably. Hope is harmony, despair is chaos and therefore chaos is unknown. How many times had she said those words to him? Izuru had lost count. He was tired of hearing them. He was bored of Junko. Well…not completely boring, but he was growing tired of her antics. He had more important things to do right now anyway.

Shutting off the television, Izuru turned around and marveled at the large room he was in. After Hope's Peak Academy shut down, Izuru shuffled off and fashioned a secret lair of sorts for his own purposes. Said purpose? Finishing what he started with Chiaki. Her body had remained comatose and limp, but warm since his initial actions. Now that Junko could not bother him, he had everything at his disposal to complete what he set out to do and had been for the past several days.

At the back of the room, Chiaki's body was floating in a tank of green-tinted liquid. It was a purifying solution that could be absorbed through the skin cells. The solution was a cleansing fluid not unlike disinfectant, but much more potent. It was to remove all of the airborne bacteria that likely got into Chiaki's skin during the incident, as well as any bacteria on the lances Junko struck her with because clearly those things weren't sterilized. There was also the dirt from the rock that hit her in the head and all of the dirt on her clothes. Chiaki's body was floating like something out of a sci-fi movie, but this vision right here was very real.

Inside the tank were several filters, changing the solution so that any skin or hair cells that became detached from Chiaki's body couldn't pollute this otherwise clean tank of water. A mask was suctioned over Chiaki's mouth and nose. It wasn't giving her any air, merely cutting off the chances of water getting into body and flooding her newly repaired lungs. Other suction cups with attached needles were also inside Chiaki's body, giving her the blood she needed to fully repair her body. The process by which this was happening was incredibly slow compared to Izuru's previous phase, but repairing an almost dead body to a completely healthy one had never been performed by anyone, ever. If Izuru ever shared his actions with the world, it would be crowned a miracle of science. But…unfortunately there was no longer a world to share such achievements with.

Of course, this didn't mean anything to Izuru in the slightest. As he stood in front of the tank, his red eyes studied Chiaki's body, watching it. This was only the second step. Once Chiaki's body had been cleansed and dried and pumped full of blood, only then would Izuru give her the air necessary to breathe. After that, Izuru had fashioned a special helmet to interact with Chiaki's neurological impulses that, in theory, should send signals to her brain to the rest of the body to tell it to get up and start working. It would be like Chiaki had just woken from a long, overdue nap and, in actuality, that was almost what had happened. If all went according to plan, Izuru could simply welcome Chiaki back to the world of the living…what little was left of it anyway.

7 Days Later

The day had finally arrived when Izuru felt it was time to try and breathe new life into Chiaki Nanami. She had been cleansed, dried off and was now hooked up to a machine of Izuru's own design to examine brain activity. Izuru ran a few tests, finding that the basic functions of Chiaki's body were in perfect working order. If her brain had been damaged in any way, it was likely this would not have gone nearly as smoothly.

Of course, Izuru had been so focused on simply bringing Chiaki back to life that he was not prepared for what was going to come next. Of course, had he been aware of it, it would not have made much difference. Just seeing the brunette breathe again was a miracle enough on its own.

After getting good readings from the few test electrical signals he was getting, Izuru metaphorically flipped the switch to wake Chiaki up. He looked over to where she was lying down, as naked as she day she'd been born. Izuru sat in his chair and watched as he right hand clutched from an involuntary muscle spasm. Chiaki's eyes flung open wide along with a loud gasp…only for her head to tilt back and her eyes to immediately close. Izuru became puzzled. He knew what that reaction was all about, but something about what happened immediately after seemed off. Getting up from his chair, he took a flashlight and walked over to Chiaki. He checked her pulse. It was at a resting rate. He could tell that from the rhythm. He checked her heart. It was beating. Good, he'd succeeded.

He put a glove on and poked at her body. Her organs seemed to be in healthy condition, not sagging or feeling too close to the forefront of the skin. He'd definitely done it. Chiaki Nanami was inhabiting a healthy, breathing body. One last check had to be made. Izuru pulled back Chiaki's eyelid and shined the flashlight in her eye. Nope. No dilation of the pupils. However, after forcibly opening Chiaki's eyelid, her head turned and she slammed it shut. Izuru backed off, shutting off the light to the flashlight. Chiaki's eyelids fluttered and she looked at the world around her. Izuru watched her sit up and then look up at him as he stood over her as she sat on the floor. His deep red irises met her pale pink eyes.

And then, Izuru watched Chiaki tilt her head and ask him a question he was not prepared for, "Who are you?"

End of Chapter 2

(A/N: Unexpected, no? Don't worry, I've got it all figured out. Next chapter is going to be a bit unorthodox for my writing style. …you'll see once you take a look).