Junko Enoshima yawned, eyes fluttering open. Had she fallen asleep in front of the monitors again? Crap, she really had to stop doing that. Who knew what her beloved classmates might be doing if she didn't keep a close eye on them? Especially Kirigiri, that girl just would not stop nosing around. Maybe it was time for a third motive – that should distract her for a while.

But a quick scan of the monitors showed that Kirigiri seemed to be occupied with the laundry room, at least for now. Good, not like she could cause much trouble there. And Asahina and Ogami were wasting time in the locker rooms, no shock with that. She saw Yamada, Hagakure, Celeste, everything looked boring as always, it didn't look like she'd missed much –

Her eyes fell on the library cameras and her jaw dropped. Naegi and Togami, of all people, were lying together on the archive floor, half-undressed and sticky and cuddling.

"What the freaking hell did I sleep through?"

A quick scramble of the replay function, and Junko saw exactly what she'd missed. Holy hell, she hadn't thought Naegi had it in him. It really was too bad Mukuro wasn't around to check it out.

Of course, if Mukuro was around, Junko would have been able to rest properly and nip this in the bud. A little sex appeal might draw in the viewers, but she wasn't running a porn studio! The airways had to be kept clean so that people of all ages could enjoy her despair-inducing programming.

She headed into the Monokuma control room and found the switch for the archives.

"Upupupupu…"

She cackled as Naegi and Togami screamed.


Fukawa wandered along the second floor hallway, frowning as she considered possibilities. Her White Knight had managed to evade her earlier today, and she'd been scouring the school for him ever since. No one had seen him – or at least, no one would admit to it – and she was starting to suspect he might have returned to the library after she'd abandoned it as empty earlier that afternoon. It would be a clever strategy, definitely worthy of her White Knight. Surely he'd be pleased if she managed to unravel the tricky riddles he'd left for her!

She'd just turned the corner when twin screams echoed through the halls – and one was in her White Knight's voice! What could make her poised and icy beloved raise his voice like that? Had someone tried to attack him?

She broke into a sprint. Not that she really believed anyone else could take down her brilliant knight, but if they tried – if they dared

Her hand went to the scissors Jill kept hidden beneath her long skirt.

She burst into the library just as Togami and Naegi came tumbling out of the archive, Monokuma laughing behind them. They looked messy, disheveled, like something really had occurred.

"Y-y-you!" Fukawa pointed furiously at Naegi, who took a startled step back. "What did you do to my White Knight?"

"N-nothing!" Naegi turned red, a sure sign of a liar. And the stuttering – was he trying to mock her?

"You d-don't fool me!" she snarled. "The innocent act was all just a f-façade, wasn't it? You've been s-secretly plotting this the entire time!"

"No! I wasn't plotting anything!"

"Oh, really? Then why was my White Knight screaming? Are you saying you didn't do anything to make him scream?"

"Well – I mean, that is –" Naegi's mouth opened and closed a few times.

"I knew it!" She advanced on the boy. "So what was it? A knife, to slit open his throat and stain the world s-scarlet with his blood? A bat to crack his skull open and send his brains splattering across the floor? Or was it p-poison, to leave him unwounded in death?" Her hands clasped together at the thought of her knight's body collapsing to the floor in the throes of a vile poison. "And then I could s-suck the venom from him and save his life, taking the filth directly from his body into my own mouth, swallowing it to preserve him from harm!" The thought made her groan with excitement.

"Um." Naegi had a very uncomfortable look on his face. "You – wait. You think I tried to kill him?" He shook his head hastily, waving his hands. "No – no, that's not –"

"That's exactly what happened."

Fukawa looked over at Togami, who'd crossed his arms and was staring icily at them. "It – it is? Really?"

"No –"

"Yes." Togami glared at Naegi. "He attacked me, I survived, that's all."

"Oh, that was all, was it?" Monokuma said, tilting his head questioningly. "So I saw him attacking you? Gee, I wonder what kind of weapon he was using. Where did it go, huh? Huh?"

Togami turned to glare at Monokuma. "You stay out of this."

And as he turned, Fukawa saw it – at the base of his neck, only visible now because his shirt and jacket had been pulled askew, a dark red bruise in the shape of a mouth. A mouth that hadn't been hers – that was the same size as –

She spun to stare at Naegi. Yes – she hadn't seen it before, but yes, his mouth was dark from pressure, his hair in disarray like there had been hands running wild through it, and his pants were – still unzipped –

"You!" The words caught in her throat. "You – and my White Knight, you were –" Her eyes went to the archive door. "You were in there – where anyone could have seen you? Where I could have opened the door and found you naked and entwined, too consumed by illicit passions to notice, ignoring me as you continued to satisfy your depraved urges –"

"Stop talking."

Her knight might be glaring at her now, but there was an edge of pink to his face. So that meant it was true – and he was thinking about it, about what could have happened. Her breathing quickened as the images passed before her eyes – her White Knight overcome by a filthy lust, pinning Naegi to the wall as the smaller boy whimpered and begged – and then he would look over to the open door and see her, he'd notice her watching and smile – he'd tell her to stay, allow her a glimpse of the look on his face as he buried himself in Naegi –

No, that wasn't right. She had spent hours gazing longingly at her White Knight, and she knew every detail of his posture. And right now, from the way he was standing –

The images reversed themselves before her eyes. She saw herself opening the archive door to find her precious White Knight on his hands and knees, face screwed up in a perverse combination of pain and pleasure as Naegi forced himself between his legs. Her knight would moan in unwilling ecstasy as he looked up at her watching, not sure if he wanted to beg to be saved or to beg for more –

The fantasy was too much for her. Fukawa felt her blood rushing dizzily to her head as she collapsed. The last thing she heard before the world went dark around her was her White Knight snarling, "Run!"


Junko collapsed back into her chair, laughing madly, as the two boys bolted out of the library, leaving the unconscious Fukawa behind. "Abandoning a girl in distress? How cruel!"

The boys had only just made it out in time before the writer bounced back to her feet with the wild red eyes of her alter ego. "Huh? What the hell made Gloomy lose it in here? Did I miss a corpse? Gyahahaha!"

Junko grinned, sending Monokuma towards the girl. "Too bad, nothing so exciting as corpses in here today. Just a certain someone hiding from you."

"Oh?" Genocide Jill's face predictably lit up at the implication that Togami had been around. "My White Knight was here? Where did he go?"

"Just down the stairs a few seconds ago. You should be able to catch up with him if you hurry. Upupupupupu…"

Junko kept laughing even after Genocide Jill tore out of the room after the boys. She'd been planning to offer money for her next motive – but this was so much better. It might finally knock the serial killer off the non-killing wagon, or maybe drive dirty-minded Fukawa to snap. Or better still, Togami was barely one little push away from a murder himself – maybe this could twist around to give him the incentive he needed to stop overthinking it.

She could hardly wait to find out which way this would end. No matter who lost it first, the despair from the resulting class trial would be magnificent.