(A/N: WARNING: This chapter contains graphic imagery of torture, strong sexual misconduct, and other content not suited for anyone not yet in high school. If you are under the age of 16, please use your own discretion when reading. You have properly been warned.

By the way, if this ends up getting me banned from this website for going over the line, I may begin to officially migrate to Archive of Our Own ^^;)

While Yugi's duel with Joey was the definitive end to the chapter of everyone's lives that was Battle City, it was far from the most globally pivotal fallout of the tournament. Not even Hajime's transfer to the main course would be, when the history books were eventually written, the most important life-changing event at the close of the tournament. More sinisterly, this event would occur away from the prying eyes of the general populace and not discovered until it was far far too late.

Upon arriving back in Egypt, Ishizu, Marik and Odion were eager to start over together, siblings at arms, and rebuild the Rare Hunters into something far more…presentable to modern society. Unfortunately, that intention was never to be reality. Upon arriving at the staircase that led down into their humble underground home, Odion noticed something amiss.

"The silent alarm's been triggered," he said, bracing his arm in front of Ishizu and Marik.

Indeed, the cord running along the duct by the wall was severed, indicating someone had broken into the hideout.

"I don't like that smell," Ishizu stated, her nose burning. "The lair reeks of blood."

Marik gulped. No longer oppressed by the whispers of the Millennium Rod, he was a much nicer, much more amicable individual. And, quite frankly, the possibility of a dead body did not sit well with him.

With Odion in front, the three Egyptians made their way downstairs and into the main hallway. The light from the staircase had only just faded when something tumbled along the ground, making clanging sounds. Glancing down, Odion noticed it was a metal can.

Instantly, the can began spewing out green gas and was joined by several more cans that had been carefully placed along the torches hung on the walls. A coughing fit erupted from Ishizu, Odion and Marik and all three succumbed to the gas, falling over and losing consciousness. None of them saw the gas masked hooded figure down the hall having fired the gas canisters from a military-grade launcher. Once the gas had lost its potency, Mukuro Ikusaba took off her helmet and knelt down to make sure that her targets were completely unconscious. She then began moving the bodies into separate rooms in order to set them up for the beginning of what Junko had in mind for each of them.

When Ishizu finally woke up, she found that she could not move very well. She had been tightly bound to a wooden chair. Her arms were behind the chair, wrists too snug to have any hope of untying the knots with her fingers. Worse, her fingers had been tied down separately. The only movement granted to her was that of her pelvis and chest so that she could breathe easily and even that was only as good as moving an inch or too. Her head was free to move too, but that hardly mattered. The ropes were too thick and too low to bite.

"Comfy?" A chipper, feminine voice asked. The tone of this person's voice was like that of a child admiring the scene of a car accident and, instead of helping the victims, was roasting marshmallows over the flames.

Ishizu heard boots walk along the stone floor below her as a figure came into view around from behind her. This person seemed to be around Marik's age with blonde hair in two giant pigtails that made her hair look like a spider. She had blue eyes, a short, red skirt and was wearing a blouse cut so low one could see her bra.

"Who are you?" Ishizu demanded to know, pressing her wrists against her binds. "If you've done anything to hurt my brother or Odion, I swear I'll—"

"I swear I'll blah blah blah," the young woman said, moving her hand to mimic the flapping of gums. "How cliché can you get? Don't worry, I haven't done anything to either of them," she said and winked. "Yet." She then opened her eye and said, "To answer your question though, I'm Junko Enoshima. And that's really all you need to know." Junko then started rubbing her hands together with glee. "Right then, let's begin the conversion."

"Conversion, what conversion? I don't understand what's going on," Ishizu said, only to be blindfolded and then gagged. Deprived of her sight, the only thing Ishizu could sense was the crackling of torch fire with her ears. The ropes clenched tightly around her body and she could still smell the faint traces of blood.

"You guys really need to work on your security," Junko said. "This place was so easy to take over."

Ishizu tried to talk, but all she did was moan into the ball gag.

"What's that? I can't hear you. You'll have to speak up," Junko chuckled.

Ishizu then felt Junko's hand on her chest, caressing it the way a rapist would their would-be captive. As it was her only weapon, Ishizu bucked her head at Junko, trying to smack her head against Junko's arm. She missed terribly and this only allowed Junko to pet Ishizu's head with her hand.

"I know it's scary, but don't worry. You'll come to love despair by the time I'm done with you. But, I think I've done enough for now. Bye-bye!"

Ishizu then heard Junko walk away from the area, counting her boot steps until she could no longer hear them. Ishizu then set herself on getting to work fruitlessly trying to undo her binds. Whoever had bound her was a professional. But Ishizu would not yield. She had been trained to resist torture such as this. Things would not go Junko's way.

Ishizu didn't know how long she'd been struggling, but she eventually passed out, too weak to continue. Her stomach gurgled and she could once again only hear the crackling of torch fire. It seemed that sound was her only companion. There were no other sounds to aid her or bring her comfort. Ishizu tried to free herself again, but the attempt was significantly weaker than the first time.

She didn't know how many times she'd lost consciousness or how long she'd been tied up before she heard Junko's boot steps again. However, she smelled something. Food. More specifically, grapes and chicken. It was being carried on a plate judging from the altitude of the smell.

She heard Junko move a chair from the corner of the room and, judging from the sounds and smell, Junko was now sitting right in front of her.

"I bet somebody's hungry," Junko said. "Oh. Oops. I need to take this off, don't I?"

She removed the ball gag and Ishizu instantly tried to bite her. Junko slapped her across the face.

"Bad Ishizu. If you don't behave you won't get any food."

"You probably poisoned it," Ishizu snarled.

"Oh Ishizu, if I wanted you dead, I would've already killed you," Junko said.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" Ishizu asked.

"What I want is your complete obedience," Junko said. "And I'm taking it only by force."

"I'll never listen to you," Ishizu said. "Where are Marik and Odion?"

"In other rooms, likely going through the same thing. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt any of you unless you make me. Now then, I repeat. Are you hungry, Ishizu?"

Ishizu's stomach answered for her.

Using a knife and fork she'd brought with her, Junko cut a piece of chicken. "Here comes the train. Open wide."

Ishizu clenched her teeth shut. "I'm not going to let you feed me like an infant!" she growled.

"That's too bad because that's the only way you're getting fed." Junko stood up and put the food on her chair. "If you want to starve to death, that's fine by me, but then…" she said as he walked over to Ishizu and spoke directly into her ear, "I'll make sure you never see your brother or Odion again."

Junko's words chilled Ishizu's spine and mind. Something in her suggested that Junko would make good on her promise.

"Well, that's up to you to decide what's important. If you want to die alone, die alone, it's no skin off my back. Toodles." Junko then walked away, her steps becoming fainter and fainter, leaving Ishizu with but the crackling of torch fire and the smell of chicken and grapes.

The smell and hunger eventually made Ishizu salivate. She passed out from hunger later on and woke up to smell now cold chicken. She strained her neck, trying to tip her chair over, desperate for food. She needed to live, she needed to see Marik and Odion again. She needed to stop this madwoman, but it was no use. She could not escape her bonds.

Junko eventually returned, accompanied by the steps of her heeled boots. She picked up the cold food and sat down. "So, have we decided to behave?"

Ishizu hyperventilated loudly. The desire to eat, the smell of nearby food and the constant sound of torch fire had been slowly chipping away at her sanity. "Please," she said, with a desperate, pained smile. "Feed me."

"That's what I like to hear," Junko said. She took off the blindfold and began feeding Ishizu like a baby, putting food in her mouth little by little, sometimes making Ishizu lean forward to snatch the food off the fork. Ishizu sounded and looked to be on the verge of tears, her pride crumbling, but her will remaining firm.

To further torment Ishizu, Junko played around the inside of Ishizu's mouth with her fingers. Too tired and too upset to try and bite down, Ishizu just let it happen. The endorphins released from her body as a result of finally getting food were now having a bizarre impact on her mind. At the conclusion of Junko fingering her mouth, Junko found herself pulling her index finger out of Ishizu's almost entirely closed lips with an audible Pop sound, mortifying the Egyptian.

Ishizu now started to cry as Junko replaced the blindfold and the ball gag.

"Next time when I come by, I hope you'll eat your food while it's still hot," Junko told her.

The next time Ishizu woke up, her body was numb. Not from a drug or anything, but just numb from the situation. Numb to the suffering, numb to the ropes, numb to her ever-present hunger until Junko brought food again. Worse, it seemed to be numb to her body's needs.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Ishizu suddenly found warm liquid running onto the seat and down her legs. She was relieving her body of its needs and she could not stop herself. Crying like an infant, she started drooling all over the ball gag. She could smell it. Deprived of her sight and numb to her sense of touch, Ishizu could smell her soiled undergarments and the chair. Her shame was great. How could she have done something so infantile?

"Uh oh, looks like someone had an accident," Junko said. "But that's good. That means we're making progress."

Ishizu's head was spinning from the smell of urine and the sound of torch fire that she hadn't even sensed Junko approach.

Junko removed Ishizu's blindfold and gag and smiled at the terrified visage on the Egyptian's face. Ishizu could only tremble before Junko, weeping like a child. She didn't need a millennium item to see the hell-sized darkness burning within this blonde.

"Awwww, what happened to all that bravado and energy, Ishizu? You look like a frightened child."

"Stop…" Ishizu managed to get out.

"Stop what? Don't you want food? I bet you're hungry," Junko smiled. She pat Ishizu's head the way a mother would caress a child. "Just leave your mouth open. I'll feed you."

Surrendered to her fate, but still holding onto the hope of escape, Ishizu did as she was told, Junko feeding her. The warm chicken in her mouth was a comfort to Ishizu, a blessing to still be alive. As long as she lived, she could find a way to escape. That was what she told herself.

When Junko had finished feeding Ishizu, she put the blindfold and gag back on and started to walk away. Unwilling to be left with ruined panties, Ishizu started moaning loudly to get Junko's attention.

"What's the matter? I already fed you," Junko said. She smacked Ishizu on the butt, making her moan in surprise. "Just relax. It'll all be over soon."

All…be over? Ishizu grasped hold of Junko's words to give herself hope. Maybe Junko would give up. Maybe someone would come rescue her.

What Ishizu didn't know was that Junko had said those words to foster these exact feelings. And she wasn't lying about things being over soon. Ishizu was breaking down in exactly the manner Junko wanted. She would become a despair soon enough.

With no way of knowing how long she'd been captive, Ishizu could only assume that every time she passed out it was either a new day or half of one. By her estimate, she'd been slowly tortured for the last six days at least. She didn't know the exact time, but that was her estimate. Worse, because Junko kept feeding her fruit and wasn't providing Ishizu with a proper toilet, the Egyptian woman had no choice, but to relieve herself where she sat. Oh, she tried to hold it in, but her body eventually gave way on its own.

And just to make things worse, when Junko came to feed her again, she seemed to be hesitating. "Hmmm…"

"Please feed me," Ishizu begged. "I'm hungry."

"I don't know. You don't sound desperate enough. I know! Call me mistress! Say, Mistress Junko, please feed my whore mouth with the delicious food you prepared."

"There's no way I'll say that!" Ishizu exclaimed, the fire returning to her eyes.

Ah. There it was. Junko knew there was still fight left in Ishizu. And now it was back at the forefront. Perfect.

"Weeeeeeeeell, if that's how you feel, then I guess I don't have to feed you. I'll just have to eat all this yummy delicious food myself."

Junko began eating with exaggerated lip movements and happy moans, indicating how tasty the food was. Deprived of proper sleep, hungry and her sanity more than half gone, Ishizu only grew more and more desperate as she watched Junko eat.

"Please…"

"Hmm?"

"Please," Ishizu said, salivating. "Mistress Junko. Please feed my whore mouth with the delicious food you prepared."

"Sure," Junko said and fed Ishizu a bite of chicken.

Ishizu stuck out her tongue, wanting more, but Junko was not done preying upon her desperation. "Say that you're a whore, Ishizu. Beg me more."

"I'm a whore," Ishizu whimpered. "Please feed my whore face with delicious food."

With every bite, Junko forced Ishizu to degrade herself verbally. Whore. Slut. Pig. Skank. Bitch. Junko forced Ishizu to call herself every manner of degrading title, all for the sake of getting food. Ishizu hated herself at the end of it all, but it was all she could do in order to just survive.

This process went on for several feeding sessions in a row. Every now and again though, Junko would throw a curveball, just to make things even worse.

"Good girl, Ishizu, now say, I love Mistress Junko. She's so wondeful."

"I love Mistress Junko," Ishizu said, tongue hanging out. "She's so wonderful."

Junko fed Ishizu another bite of food.

And it wasn't just sentences either.

"Bark for it. Come on. Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl?"

"Arf! Arf!" Ishizu exclaimed, tears streaming down her face as Junko put another piece of chicken in her mouth.

"Good girl. Oh, there's one big piece left. I think if you're still really hungry, you should wet yourself," Junko said and said in a much deeper and sinister tone. "Wet yourself for your mistress of your own volition for the sake of sating your hunger."

Ishizu's groin was already soaked from previous accidents. Junko having never moved her from her chair since she'd been placed in it. Soiling herself again was nothing. Most of her didn't even care that her body wasn't betraying her this time, she was doing it because she wanted to. To compound this, Junko tore her chest bare and fondled it, trying to arouse Ishizu of her own shame, her own despair.

After this feeding session though, Junko started dialing things back. She fed Ishizu without issue and without saying anything. Ishizu found she was also slowly getting her strength back. Junko must've been feeding her more often. After all, she still didn't know how much time had passed.

She was still miserable though. Although torch fire was the only sound she could hear, she could now feel the cold air against her exposed breasts, nipples hardened from the constant cold. The room she was in reeked of her own body fluids. It was a wonder she hadn't defecated yet. That would've truly been a miserable experience. And yet, parts of her wanted to do it, to feel the full shame and despair of being without a proper toilet. Ishizu's saner parts were able to push such thoughts away though.

After what felt like two weeks of this awful torture, Ishizu had her gag and blindfold taken off, but Junko did not have food. Instead, she was wearing something very familiar.

"That's…the Millennium Necklace," Ishizu panted.

"Yup. It seems that aside from you, I'm the next most worthy of this little trinket."

There were tons of questions and statements on Ishizu's mind of why that didn't make any sense. However, fear was the most prominent thought in her mind, fear of what a twisted woman like Junko could do with the power of the Millennium Necklace. What she didn't know of course was that Junko had constructed a perfect replica with the help of an associate who was very good at making props like this.

"Please…give that back to me," Ishizu begged. "It's not safe for you to wear it."

"Of course it is. I can predict the future after all. Like, this necklace has told me you're going to wet yourself again in 3…2…1…"

As if on cue, Ishizu found herself unable to control herself, crying all the while as more liquid stained the chair and dripped onto the floor.

"It's also told me such wonderous things about the future. Oh, but why tell them to you when I can show them to you." Junko took off the replica necklace and walked over to Ishizu, holding it out like it was a dog collar. "I'm sure you want to see the future too, right?"

Ishizu looked terrified. It was like she was a captured slave about to be collared. But, part of her was relieved. The Millennium Necklace…if she had that…its power…she could turn this whole thing around. However, when Junko got it firmly around Ishizu's neck, Ishizu felt nothing.

She began to shake and shiver. Fear took hold. Certainly, the future was cloudy when she handed the Pharaoh her necklace, but why could she not see or sense anything?

"Something the matter, Ishizu?"

"I can't…I can't see the future." Ishizu started to cry. "Why? Why can't I see it?"

"Oh Ishizu, that's simple. Your wise, kind mistress will explain it to you." Junko gave a cold glance at Ishizu and spoke in a contralto. "Do you really think a Millennium Item would obey the whims of a sexually depraved deviant that wets herself like a baby?"

"No! No that's not! That's not how it works! And I'm not!"

Junko dug her heel into Ishizu's knee. "You've been urinating yourself for a while now. Even babies don't piss as much as you do. You've been so depraved of fresh air, you don't even realize what you are now. You're just a deviant whore. My deviant whore."

"No…No…" Ishizu's mind was going cloudy. Hope shattering. All she could see was a future written in despair. The sharp pain in her knee was starting to feel good. Her shame was starting to feel like liberation.

"I can prove it to you. I can prove you're nothing but a skank," Junko said and tore Ishizu's clothes down by her crotch, leaving her transparent, soaked panties completely exposed.

"No…" Ishizu whimpered.

Junko clutched her fingers and ran her palm in an inverted motion down the front of Ishizu's body. Ishizu couldn't help it. She could feel it. Her body was becoming moist and not in the previously experienced way. No. No. This wasn't what she was. This wasn't what she had become.

Junko's hand got closer and closer to Ishizu's crotch, making her heart beat wildly. Ishizu was crying, hyperventilating, her mind a complete hurricane as Junko's hand slipped into her panties and went even deeper to properly violate her maidenhood.

"AHH!" Ishizu moaned as Junko slipped in a finger, the sound echoing off the walls.

And then her mind was nothing, but silence.

Between the Ishtar siblings, Junko knew that Ishizu would be the most difficult to break, which was why she had started with her. Once Ishizu had fallen, the others would follow suit.

Between Marik and Odion, the latter was far easier to deal with now that Ishizu had fallen into despair.

Among the three, Ishizu was the only one Junko had any intention of torturing in cold blood. Odion and Marik had simply been kept sedated in regular doses with Mukuro's help.

While Ishizu believed she had been Junko's captive for weeks, in truth, only 4 days had passed since she had first been tied up. That was just long enough for Junko to run out of sedatives and Odion was the first to awake. He bolted to his feet, stomping around his bedroom in a panic. "Master Marik! Lady Ishizu!"

"Odion?"

From the doorway, Odion spotted Ishizu. She looked…relieved.

"Lady Ishizu!"

Ishizu ran into Odion's big strong arms and gave him a big hug. She was crying.

"Lady Ishizu, what did they do to you?" Odion asked.

Ishizu only cried. "The tortured me, deprived me of my pride, but I'm okay now, Odion," Ishizu said. "I took care of it. Everything's going to be all right."

"I'm relived to see you unharmed, Lady Ishizu," Odion said. "I'm glad you're safe."

"Thank you, Odion," Ishizu said, only to smile in a manner that would make Junko proud. "And goodbye."

Bang!

The pain in the side of Odion's stomach caused him to double back. He'd been shot. And Ishizu was holding the smoking gun.

"Lady Ishizu?"

Something was wrong. Ishizu was smiling and she was pulling the trigger again.

Bang!

The bullet landed in Odion's shoulder this time, causing him to slump against the wall. "Lady…Ishizu…no…are you really her?"

"Of course I am, Odion. I've just been set free. I've found my true calling of despair. Sad that you have been asked not to join it. But that just makes my despair burn even brighter."

"Lady Ishi—"

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The first bullet ended Odion in an instant, going right through his bald head, the rest were all in the chest. Odion was dead.

"He's gone…" Ishizu shivered, her body aroused. A unique existence, someone that was like a brother to Odion was gone and her despair rewritten mind loved every second of it.

For Junko, while Odion could've easily proved useful alive, she had Mukuro to do everything he could do, but better. And Junko believed there were no circumstances under which Odion might prioritize Marik, or, in a despair induced haze, kill Marik, who was far more useful to her. So, to test Ishizu's loyalty, she had Ishizu kill him. And her new pawn had passed the test with flying colors.

Junko was never prouder of someone else other than herself.

Although Hajime had successfully defeated Marik's dark half and the Egyptian had handed over his Millennium Rod to Yugi, the evil within him wasn't gone. However, since the rod was miles away, even with Odion dead as a doornail, getting Marik back to that state seemed next to impossible. Seemed being the operative word.

When Marik awoke, he was chained to a wall, the sedatives finally wearing off. "Where…am I?"

"Wakey wakey, Marik. Eggs and despair!"

"Sister?" Marik was hopeful, but that notion was shattered all too quickly. Junko stood nearby, Mukuro as well. "You people. What do you want?" While Ishizu was being tortured, Junko and Mukuro had passed by Marik several times while he was sedated, though not unconscious.

"Nothing much, just to see you fall into despair like you did in the tournament," Junko said as she dropped to her knees and put her hands on Marik's shoulders, breasts pushing into his chest. "Couldn't you do that for little old me?"

Marik tried to reach up his leg to scuttle away from Junko and kick her, but they were weighted to the ground by chains. "I won't go back to that! I can't go back to that!" Marik exclaimed. "The evil within me was purged. You're wasting your time."

"No, I don't think so," Junko said, pinning Marik to the floor. "It's still there, begging to be released." She danced her fingers over Marik's chest. "All you have to do is bring it out."

"Never," Marik stated. "And you won't get away with this. My sister will protect me and so will Odion."

Junko curled her finger under Marik's chin. "Want to bet on that, handsome?" She took her arm away and waved Mukuro over.

A body was suddenly thrown to the ground. The dead, still wide-eyed Odion, the blood on his forehead not even cleaned up was staring Marik in the face.

"Odi…on? No! This is a trick! It has to be!"

Too easy. This was why Marik was saved for last.

Junko got off of the former wielder of the Millennium Rod.

"What did you do? What did you do to Odion?" Marik panicked.

"Well he's dead. Duh," Junko said, emphasizing the last word to sound like an inbred hillbilly. "And I didn't do anything. Your sister did," Junko said, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Ishizu would never! She loves us! She's our sister!" Marik exclaimed, petrified, staring up at Junko.

"Not anymore. Now she's my servant. Look, I got it all on film." Junko took out her smart phone knelt down by Marik. She pointed to the screen and showed Marik a video of Ishizu shooting Odion, emptying the clip from the gun Junko had let her borrow from Mukuro.

"No…it's a lie. That's fake…" Marik said.

Junko leaned up away from Marik. "Oh it's not fake, not at all," she said. "I have proof." She scrolled through the touch screen of her smartphone and pulled out another video. And if showing his sister killing his surrogate brother didn't shatter Marik's psyche enough, this next video certainly delivered the killing blow.

Mukuro had been the one filming, evident by the fact that Junko was in the film with Ishizu. Ishizu was completely buck naked, except for her hood, on her hands and knees, moaning loudly. She had a gold collar with a bell around her neck and was drooling everywhere.

"Mistress Junko! Mistress Junko!" She cried out in pure ecstasy.

Junko was behind Ishizu, only naked from the waist down, which was obscured, but no less noticeable from the fact that she was wearing a strap on. She was also sodomizing Ishizu.

"Say it! Say what you are," Junko said, grasping Ishizu's ass firmly. "Tell your mistress!"

"I'm a whore! I'm a whore! I'm a whore that gets off on despair because Mistress Junko says so!"

Mukuro forced Marik to watch, keeping his eyes open and his head steady. The video went on for over ten minutes, but to Marik it felt like hours. He watched his sister be a completely depraved maniac and appeared to be enjoying every second of it.

The images and the total driving the point home completely destroyed Marik. With an agonized scream, he rolled on the floor. Anger. Hatred. Despair. Helplessness. These feelings were all welling up in him until finally they reached a crescendo. Marik snapped his bonds with inhuman strength and rose to his feet, his hair looking like it had been stuck in an electric socket.

"Ahhhh, it feels so good to have control once more," Marik's dark half cooed. Though he was deprived of the Millennium Rod, since Marik's mind had shattered so much he wanted to die, his dark half's personality was all that remained within.

"So we meet at last, spirit of the rod. No, I don't think it's fair to call you that. You're just another personality within Marik, his rage, his anger and all of his sorrow."

"And who are you to break my other half so finely?"

"Call me Junko, love," Junko said, posing. "Let's just say, you and I have quite a lot in common."

"Oh? Do tell." Marik's dark half sounded intrigued.

Junko showed her true nature, shading her eyes with a darker hue and dropping her voice down to a contralto. "I'm not interested in anything materialistic like money, power, fame, or glory. I just want to watch the world burn. And I believe, at your basest nature, you want to do the same."

"And why should I work together with you? If I stole back my Millennium Rod, things would be just as they were before with Odion completely dead," Marik's dark half snickered.

"Because you lack direction, Marik. Should I call you Marik? No, Marik was that weak fool you were sharing a body with. You need a new name, your own identity. I'm thinking…Melvin."

The villainous personality of Marik grinned. "You're an odd one. Melvin," he chuckled. "Somehow, it just feels right."

"Then we're in agreement," Junko said, massaging Melvin's arms. "Stand at my side, Melvin. Do everything I ask. And not only will you see the world bow at your feet, but you'll have fun doing it. You'll get the thrill of the hunt, of all the despair you can imagine. Together, no one, not even the Pharaoh, can stop us."

"And how exactly do you plan to do all of this…"

"Junko. Junko Enoshima. And if you want to know my plans," Junko said with a sadistic, wide grin. "Then we have much to discuss."

(A/N: Can I just say that even though I wrote this that I hate this chapter? Sometimes, you just flat out suffer for your own narrative integrity and this is one of those times. I did say everything Junko touches she destroys. What's worse is that, if I'm reading the wikia correctly, Ishizu is a diplomat and ambassador. We have just handed Junko an ally with diplomatic immunity. Christ. I need a shower. If this chapter doesn't end up on the tear jerker and/or Nightmare Fuel pages to tvtropes, I will be disappointed.

As a reminder to everyone, no matter how bright, cheerful and colorful this series was up until now: this is still a Danganronpa crossover. And for those of you that feel uncomfortable, that's a sign you're still human. Hang onto that.

It sucks that this is where I leave you all for the week to go do my job, amongst other things, but them's the breaks, especially since next chapter officially kicks off the Orichalcos Arc. I'll be needing some time to do proper research and fact checking for this arc, but other than that, while I could call this a fun romp, Junko's part of it and I challenge any of you to not start foaming at the mouth when she's on screen after she just did THIS!

Personally speaking, I'm really hoping I didn't cross the line on any account for this chapter. It really feels icky, but hey that's why this story is now an M-rating XD.

Until then, from all of me to all of you, let your hearts stay human and your wrath draconic. Ja ne! *sound of the author vomiting*)