Hey! Thanks for all the reviews and stuff, I really appreciate that. This chapter is a lot shorter than previous (and a lot has been cut out) because of time constraints, but I hope you all enjoy it! MAJOR SDR2 SPOILERS.

It had been 2 months since I have entered Hope's Peak Academy, and I have been contently studying, befriending the teachers, and of course planning my master plan to execute every single one of my horrid classmates. I had succeeded in gaining the trust of the principal (at least I think I have). By submitting to his every beck and call and crushing the future criminals of the school, I had formed an odd friendship with him (if you could call it that). Of course, it was completely one-sided on 's part, but that didn't make me any less excited that I have made my first friend, even if it was faked.

In fact, had even told me to call him Jin, but I refused. It was completely unprofessional for a student to call a teacher (especially the principal) by his first birth name! In all honesty, I was shocked when he asked me to call him that. The generally strong, strict, and no-lollygagging principal had actually asked me to do something that could be considered intimate by some people. In fact, the headmaster had even spilled a few of his sins and stories. A particular one included my classmate, Kirigiri. I was not surprised in the slightest to learn they were related. From their cold personalities to their looks, they were father-daughter material.

He had said he had abandoned Kirigiri when she was just a child, to escape his detective lineage. He said it was one of the things he regretted most in his life, yet he didn't regret it. It was confusing, to be honest, but I could see where he was coming from. I didn't like where he was coming from.

He said he was shocked to learn his agents had discovered "his little Kyoko" (something that was very out of character for the headmaster to say), and was unbelieveable proud of her. He had asked if my parents were proud of me, and they were, definately, but I felt like they were glad to have me out of the house. It was one less mouth to feed.

Once the headmaster had discovered that the reason Kirigiri came to Hope's Peak was because of him, he had tried to rekindle their bond, but it had seemed broken. It was slowly piecing back together according to him, but from what I had seen of Kirigiri she seemed to be as silent and cold as always. The coldness could just be her natural personality (which it probably was) but that didn't stop me from wondering what was happening to the both of them.

I laid in my bed, still mulling over the headmaster and his daughter. I slowly let a maniacal smile spread across my features, the smile stretching so far it hurt my face, yet I couldn't help it. Despite Jin Kirigiri's best attempts to love his daughter (at least it seems like best attempts) he had somehow ensured her fate. The more I knew about my classmates, the easier it would be to bring the students in to despair, and the easier it would be to kill them. Heck, I might drag them so far in to despair they kill themselves! Wouldn't that make for a plot twist? I'm sure Fukawa would be very pleased with that sort of literary device. ...Actually, does she even do any sort of novels other than romance? I don't think so.

With those thoughts in mind, I swung my feet off the bed and marched towards my desk, which is where I kept the notes for my master plan. Opening the drawer the paper was located at, I was more than surprised at the amount of clutter in the drawer. I know for a fact the drawer the perfectly neat when I left this morning!

With that thought in mind, I started organizing the supplies (pens, pencils, notes for master plans, study guides, a lot of things) when I noticed a very distinct stack of papers missing. Trying to fight the panic in my head from breaking loose, I attempted to sort the mess out, but my mind was just trying to cause the devil to break loose. It took a while to completely sort the mess, and it definitely didn't provide me any relief when I found that yes, in fact, my papers were gone. Then all hell broke lose.

I fought hard against myself to not run around my room and risk further destroying the place (plus running shouldn't be done in a room, especially if that room is in school). I checked under my bed, in the shower, basically anywhere you can imagine, but everywhere but that one drawer was completely spotless. It was like someone knew the papers were there.

Resting my head in my hands, I let out a big sigh, and felt tears trickle down my cheeks. I have failed Mother and Father! I came to this school for one purpose, and I have failed! Despite the hard work I have been putting out every day, I had still fail-

I was knocked out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. Not even bothering to wipe the tears off my face, I opened the door with no doubt puffy eyes to the site of Junko Enoshima with Ikusaba behind her. The thing that caught my attention the most though was the stack of papers in her hand. She looked absolutely gleeful, and holding the paper up to her face she said,

"Hahaha, isn't it absolutely amazing Mukuro somehow managed to steal these papers, being the useless trash she is? She almost deserves praise from us!"

"M-My papers? How did you get these?!" Putting on my assertive mask, I pointed a finger right up to her face. Once I felt a slim finger on my chest, I felt the impulse to suddenly back in to the room, and that's exactly what I did. Looking behind Enoshima's hair, I spotted Mukuro closing and locking the door once she had entered the room also.

Enoshima backed away from me afterwards, and took out glasses (which were probably fake). Putting them on to her face, she said, "Mukuro has been putting her few talents to use by going through the ventilation ducts, and had been spying on you for months. I knew you were like me, so I commanded her to. It seems I was right too." She held the paper up again, and when I grabbed for it she shot the papers out of my reach. "We have a propositon for you. Should you accept, this plan of yours will be far more fleshed out and run more smoothly then it would otherwise." I stayed silent, silently wishing Enoshima and her clone death. "Should you refuse, you will not be missed."

"W-What?" I sputtered. Be missed, what was she talking-

"Mukuro!" In an instant her sister had pulled a combat knife out of her boot and was holding the knife to my neck. I tried desperately not to tremble. Not only would that cut me, but my uniform would be stained!

"You are poor, correct?" How did she- "As evidence by your wardrope full of just uniforms, which Mukuro also checked while I was in here to confirm my suspicions. You have those uniforms not just because you're a school freak, but because you can't afford anything else, correct?" Without waiting for an answer she carried on. "Plus, I do not see any unnecessary accessories anywhere around this room. And if I am correct, what you call "the Tragedy" and these executions would cost money, would they not? The reserve course students would be beneficial for this, seeing as they are all rich, and are not geniuses either like the people you so despise, which you avidly described in here." Sighing, she quickly took off her glasses and her face changed to one of anger.

"God, what a fucking bore! This was supposed to be a plan, not a diary! That is exactly where you need my help, you have no common sense! How do you expect this to happen when you're flat broke? God, what a fucking joke." She gave me an intense glare, and maybe it was the knife pressing steadily harder and harder to my neck or the urge Enoshima gave me to bend to her will, but I snapped out of my facade and decided to stop hiding what she had already figured out.

"What do you want in return?" All at once, her face shifted and drool slip out of her lip to her chin.

"I want to be part of this plan! The despair we could cause together! It would be horrendous! The people killed, the cities burned! That...that would be the worst thing to have ever happened to humanity! I would absolutely hate to witness it! Which is why I want to be a part of this." Confused about whether Enoshima was happy or disgusted by my plan, even with the knife pressing to my vein I had to think about it.

There were pros and cons- there were good and bad...What was I supposed to do? What she was saying could be absolutely beneficial for humanity, but I had a feeling she wanted to cause despair for a different reason than me.

I didn't have long to contemplate my choice, though, because while thinking about the decision, Enoshima and Ikusaba had simutaneously started doing different tasks. While Enoshima layed a hand on my chest, looking me pleadingly in the eyes (and I just had to let her help me after that) Ikusaba started making me bleed, blood cascading down my neck and on to my pristine uniform. Seeing as if Ikusaba kept doing that for just a few more seconds I'd probably have a mortal wound, I immediantly surrendered.

"Oh-Oh, you heard that Muko-chan? Taka is going to let us stay! I'm so excited!" Taka? It seemed me agreeing to let her help had made her think we were good friends (which in all honesty I wouldn't mind, but it was still not true).

One hand then proceeded to cradle her head, and she sighed, "Well, we should probably get that," she gestured to my wound "cleaned up. Mikan won't question it."

Mikan? Wasn't she a second-year- Tsumiki if I remember correctly! How did Enoshima know her, and at that so well to call her by her first name?

After Enoshima had made that suggestion, we proceeded to travel at a fast pace to the medic. The few times I looked down I was horrified by what I saw. My uniform was completely drenched in blood! I could definitely see how Ikusaba was Super High School Level Soldier. I may already have a mortal wound!

Speaking of Ikusaba, she fell close to a step with me, glancing at me a few times with -suspicion? Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and she still had her knife out of her boot. Maybe she wasn't fully in despair like her twin, or maybe she suspected me of a faulty story. It's impossible to tell at the moment. She quickly put the knife back in to her boot though when two silhouettes walked down the corridor.

It was Oowada and Fujisaki, and they looked to be having a fun time talking to each other. I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest for their friendship, but I ignored it and continued walking. They glanced my way and continued talking, but then did a double take.

Fujisaki spoke first, with Oowada standing behind her silently observing.

"I-Ishimaru, are you okay?" Fujisaki looked extremely concerned, in fact even Oowada, my rival, looked worried.

Enoshima spoke on my behalf. I silently thanked her, considering my throat was becoming especially sore.

"Taka is fine, Chihiro. Mukuro got a little slippy with her knife and you saw the result. We're bringing him to Mikan right now." I was a little taken aback by how different Enoshima acted around people other than Ikusaba and I. "Right, Taka?" I silently nodded, as I had something clogging my throat that wouldn't seem to budge.

After a goodbye spoken only by Enoshima, I could feel the duo's eyes on the back of my head as we left. Oowada then mumbled a phrase just loud enough for me to hear.

"Dumbass." It took every bit of my will-power to not turn around and attempt to reprimand him for his choice of language. I would end up a gurgling mess. Besides, I was starting to feel dizziness, and I am fairly certain that is not a good symptom!

Thank God the medic was close to were we encountered the Fujisaki and Oowada. Once I walked in, I took quick note of how blurry the floor and walls were. I could also see a lot of syringes adorning the walls, and what looked like first aid kits everywhere the eye could see, but they were severely blurred like everything else. I am certain vision problems are not supposed to happen!

The teenager at the desk in the front of the room had already stood up at our entrance, and proceeded to walk to Enoshima.

"J-Junko! I-I'm, um, sorry for asking but what's-" She then noticed me. "Ah! Please, please let me fix that for you! I'm sorry!" I was flabberghasted by this girl's need to apologize every other sentence.

I was equally surprised when Junko's personality switched. "Mikan-chan, don't be silly! Of course he needs your help! He's hurt!" She switched her personality, does that mean- I can't see and hear properly. I'm sure I'm imagining that persona change!

"O-Of course Junko! Beat me for being so stupid, if you wish! I'm sorry!"

Everything is doubled...I want to yell at them to attend to me yet the only sound that comes out when I try is a groan.

"Well, there's no point to that Mikan-chan! Unless it causes you despair, of course!" Could they please hurry? Everything was becoming black by now and I was supporting all of my weight on to the desk Tsumiki had been sitting at before. I groaned louder, but they didn't hear me, as they were caught up in Enoshima's fetish with despair that any other time I might've joined in on, but not right now.

"I-It would Junko. It would cause me more despair than you can imagine." It looked like they were hitting on each other now – there is no time for this! Plus, PDA is not welcome on school grounds!

"I fucking despair so, because it's exactly what's going to happen!" I was having auditory and visionary hallucinations by now, I was sure of it. Everything was completely black by now, and I struggled to maintain my balance.

It seemed Tsumiki had finally snapped out of what seemed like a despair themed sexual innuendo contest with Junko right as I started to fall. The cold tile floor was slick with hot blood, with very few peeks of coldness slipping out from under the blood.

"Ah! I-Ishimaru! I'm sorry!" I heard right before I blacked out.

When I awoke, I still felt dizzy but to a much less extent than previously. I looked around me as much as I could without straining my neck, and saw a first aid kit right next to my head, with Mikan Tsumiki hovering provocatively above me.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept screeching over and over.

"Kiyotaka is going to be okay, because I specifically told Mukuro to not cut the artery unless it had been 5 minutes since asking. Unless she disobeyed my orders, which would not had been a wise move on her part." All of the voices blurred together to a certain extent, but it seemed I could still decipher what was being said.

"I did not, Junko." A monotonous voice said automatically. It wasn't hard to figure out who that could be.

"I would despair not. It would be truly despairing if my dear sister were to become my dead sister because of me...I would not be able to live with myself..." A sob filled the room, and it seemed Junko's sad personality had come out.

"Ah! Y-You're awake!" It seemed Tsumiki had finally noticed my squinted eyes. "I am very, very, very sorry! I could strip if you would allow me to! I'm sorry!" While tears spilled from her face, she seemed to trip on nothing and landed on me with a thump. "Ow!" I felt absolutely crushed at the moment, but I still couldn't speak, at least I don't think I could.

"I-I'm sorry! I am so clumsy that I fell on my patient! I'm sorry!" She looked me straight in the eyes, and slowly climbed off of me. She continued what she had when I had first woken up, and I had come to my senses enough to realize she had a needle in her hand and was stitching my neck. It seemed she had at least remembered to numb me in case I did wake up.

I tuned out the sound of the still ranting Enoshima and the grunts of the frustrated Tsumiki, instead focusing on how different this day was than I expected it to be. Considering Ikusaba had tried to slit my throat much faster than she should of, I didn't have much time to think about what Enoshima had said.

She did have a good point, though. I was foolish to think I could kill my genius classmates with no money, much less followers! The Tragedy would more likely happen and quicker with followers than with out. The question remained, though, who would be my followers? It couldn't be any of my classmates (other than Enoshima and Ikusaba) as they would be taking part in the killing game...out side sources would be more likely to cause trouble.

My attention turned back to Tsumiki, with her eyes still squinted in concentration. She obviously saw how marvelous despair was, assuming what I saw and heard earlier wasn't a hallucination. I am more aware now, though, and Enoshima was still switching personalities. ...It seemed that I may have found the ones who may follow me.

My own classmates were going to witness despair personified in their own way, but my upperclassmen...what's more despairing to the world than someone who values hard-work ruling the geniuses? What's more despairing than endurance overruling intelligence?

It seemed I have found my followers.

I kinda started on this chapter a little late. In fact, I may start uploading once a week, considering I have other projects and a book I'm writing, but that will only happen if I have literally no time for anything else. I'm going to try to keep up, though! Remember this story (for the moment, at least) is uploaded on Thursdays and Saturdays, and if you enjoyed this chapter follow me and Despairingly Perfect and favorite. Also, please review!