New chappy! :3 And end of Chapter II!
Momoka's Free Time Bonus
"Momoka-chan, how's home?" wondered Hikari, looking at her friend with her blue orbs.
"My home?... It's...fake. I don't like talking about it... Can we talk about another subject?"
"Sure! Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend? I guess..." the black-haired girl looked away, sighing and frowning, as if she was angry about something.
"Do you have a crush?" asked Hikari, and Momoka blushed. "So you do! Is it someone here?" The black-haired girl's blush deepened and her friend smiled. "Who is it?"
"N-no one!" stuttered Momoka, ready to leave.
"Aw, come on!"
"I feel like he can understand me somehow... But I might be wrong,"
"Are you sure? He may like you!"
"Yeah right! As if someone as perfect as him could care about me! I'm simply trash!" the ice skater responded harshly, wrapping her arms around her knees.
"Don't be so hard on yourself!"
"I know the truth. That's what everybody told me back then, a long time ago... Let's just change of subject okay?"
"Alright then! But stop thinking so lowly of yourself! Just be confident and he may notice you! Do you have any siblings?"
"Yeah, an older twin. She died in a fire,"
"How did the fire start?"
"The police thinks she started it herself. She was diagnosed with autism and an antisocial disorder known as psychopathy..."
"That sounds horrible. What was her name?"
"Tomoka...Tomoka Gareki." As the name rolled off of Momoka's tongue, she grimaced, her face contorting into a look of disgust.
"I'm sorry, Momoka-chan... That's...terrible. I'm sorry forasking. Let's just forget that and go skate, okay?"
"Yeah, sure!"
Hikari's execution
Cold Shower
Hikari found herself inside a cold chamber. No one was with her, and there weren't any signs of a way out. A few moments after her realization the lights flickered a moment. It flickered once, twice, three times before recovering...and shined upon a frozen Hikari. Her body was enveloped by a thick layer of ice that blurred her forms. Suddenly a Monokuma appeared out of no where, holding a hammer in which he used to strike a wooden stake, breaking the 'sculpture' into a myriad of ice shards.