+Bonus: Last Memories- Mondo's flashback

Oowada Mondo crumpled up an upteenth sheet of paper and shoved it inside his pocket. It was no use. Fuck, he muttered a swear word under his breath and turned his glance to the unconscious Hall Monitor next to him.

His formerly clean, white body was a mix of red and black and blue, covered with bodily fluids. In an futile attempt to ignore the guilt welling up inside him, Oowada caressed the boy for a few minutes and returned to his seemingly impossible task of writing a letter that did not look like it popped out of some stupid soap opera scene for a change.

Well, he was never a skilled writer after all.

Quietly scribbling, Oowada thought about the things he had done today. First he hit Fujisaki over the head with a dumbbell. After that he went on, knocked on his best buddy's door, and fucked him on the spot, giving him a few punches and bruises as a bonus.

'Great, just awesome.' Oowada thought. 'Only thing left for me to do is go for the mother fucking Japan's best criminal of the year award, huh. And here I am, writing a shitty love letter. Am I an idiot...?'

Finally finishing up on the letter, Oowada folded it neatly and placed it upon Ishimaru's bed so he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes. Not that he would blame Ishimaru even if he ripped it apart the moment he saw the name "Oowada Mondo." Then he stood up, cast a final glance on Ishimaru, and left.

Oowada Mondo knew the boy called Ishimaru well—too well, in fact, despite being acquainted for what, like a week—and he knew exactly what Ishimaru would do when he was executed. Starve himself, go crazy, get indulged in foolish activities that could get him killed. Yeah, maybe it was just him being excessively self-conscious of himself and maybe Ishimaru won't give a fuck even if he's killed. But still, there were fair chances of Ishimaru going berserk over Oowada's death because he was too pure and innocent and treasured his friendship that much... and he didn't want that.

So he took things to the extreme.

'There's no way Ishimaru would still like me, what with me being a rapist and a murder and all.'

The first reason Oowada fucked his friend: To make Ishimaru hate him. Despise the human being called Oowada Mondo so much that he wouldn't even bat an eye when Mondo's executed, maybe even be glad about it.

Then Ishimaru could watch Oowada's execution in peace, and he won't be depressed with it so much afterwards. Sure, he did suffer some wounds, but those would be healed in a flash with good friends like Naegi or Oogami to watch over him, no sweat. Although he wasn't so sure about the shithead Togami.

The second reason was one much more personal: He loved Ishimaru Kiyotaka.

Love, that's a really strange word, he thought. It sounds so...stupid, plain, and downright gross, yet it was a word that made his heart skip every time he heard it. Yes, he had fallen in love with his fellow student, one that was his complete opposite. Or maybe that was why he loved Ishimaru so much. He loved how a person could be so straight, so diligent and innocent, how the boy could expose his "deepest secrets" without a second thought if that meant saving the other students from killing each other. Unlike Oowada, who actually killed somebody else to hide it.

His unrequited love for him had hopelessly grown in the past few days, so much, that he just couldn't have beared saying goodbye to this world without having sex with him once and for all. This was actually the primary reason for this crazy charade of events, and yes, he felt bad he had his best friend caught up in this extreme idiocy.

However, strangely, his feelings got a bit better when he thought about all the bruises he left. They were his last memories, a small present for his own miserable self. They were the only evidence that an insignificant being by the name of Oowada Mondo had tainted something so pure and honest.

Oowada Mondo let out a final chuckle that disappeared into the thin morning air once and for all. Yes, it would be quite hard for Ishimaru to forget about him for the rest of his life with those kinds of injuries.

Although they weren't deep they were still enough to leave everlasting scars everywhere on his body, and he would remember Oowada every time he looked at his own body, even if the emotions he had for Oowada were distaste and disgust. That alone gave the Super High School Level Bike Gang Leader some comfort.

Not that he had enough time scars to form, though. There was about a 100% chance that Ishimaru would end up dead, murdered, before they discovered a way out.

'I shouldn't have give in to my anger, I have to protect him' the thought passed through his head for an instant, but soon disappeared.

He was a dead man and death meant the end. People who have met the end do not talk, nor do they think or have regrets.

And indeed, the end had come.