AN: Hey again! I hope you enjoyed the last flashback chapter. I tried to make the cause of deaths or reasoning for events somewhat vague, as I thought giving the reader a chance to interpret how the class died and why would be better. There won't be a flashback chapter for a while now but when there is one it'll explain what happened to Akane and Nekomaru. Enjoy the chapter!

P.S- sorry for the lack of clarity on when perspective changed between characters. It seems my font change didn't work. Sorry!

Chiaki looked up at her husband. She threw her head down to look at the floor as soon as she realised that he was currently Izuru. Makoto couldn't help but notice the fear in her eyes. Was she afraid of Izuru? Or his claim that he wished to kill Junko? Either way the fear was unmistakable. The group looked on in disbelief. Had Izuru really brought Makoto and the rest of the survivors here with the intention to kill one of their ranks? Izuru's face hardened as he regarded the Fashionista 'sleeping' in the chair by the TV. Almost everyone knew she was awake but no one really wanted her in the conversation so they chose to leave her be. Hell, you could see the evil grin on her face. It was almost as if she was begging to be included. Mahiru spoke first. ''How do you intend to do that humanely?'' Izuru did not face her. ''Who said anything about a humane execution?'' Mahiru furrowed her brow and flared her nostrils but didn't say anything. ''Isn't there anything she could be useful for?'' Peko asked as stoic as ever. ''She's a criminal who destroyed the world and is a genuine psychopath. The only thing she could possibly be useful for is breeding, if she's even capable of that.'' Izuru had not moved his head from the path over to Junko.

''She is not trustworthy enough to be given roles within a survivor's society.'' The group were taken aback but had no argument that they knew Izuru would accept. ''Then why don't we just keep her for that and see if we can gain something else from her somewhere down the line?'' Makoto asked as he stood. ''Who the fuck would wanna child with that crazy fuckin' bitch?!'' Fuyuhiko almost screamed as he leant forward in his seat. ''The more pressing conundrum is; who would she allow to procreate with her?'' Gundham asked inquisitively, his deep voice travelling to Junko, who began giggling in her seat. ''Hey hey, let's not be too hasty here. We don't want to force a woman to have children, it's… almost as cruel as killing someone.'' Chiaki said slowly, as if she spoke from experience. Makoto would have to ask her about her life here later. Just to be safe. Junko seemed almost angry that Chiaki had suggested that. She stood up with a scowl on her face. It was so similar to the scowl Mukuro had when she was pretending to be her sister in the Killing School life. Maybe they were proper twins. She strode over to the table and stood behind Makoto. The rest of the table watched in disgust as she pointed at Makoto and mouthed his name while making the finger hole motion. ''I'm not going to do anything with her. As long as she is a psychopath.'' Makoto said as he rolled his eyes, clearly aware of the signs the Mastermind was making behind him.

''If you're the Ultimate Ultimate, then couldn't you, like, use a Therapist talent and fix Junko up?'' Hina asked as she put a finger to her chin. Fuyuhiko burst out laughing. ''Seriously!?'' He asked as he wiped tears from his eyes. The rest of the group were smiling as well. Izuru had been outsmarted by arguably the least intelligent person in the group. He had been so blinded by his hatred for Junko that he hadn't considered any option to transform her from a deranged maniac to a girl who could be considered useful and valuable to society. Izuru retreated into the depths of Hajime's mind, leaving the former Reserve Course student standing in confusion.

''What did he do?'' He asked as he stared at the snickering teens in front of him. ''Chiaki. Are you okay?'' He leaned down so he could be at her eye level. Chiaki gave him a loving smile as she nodded, encouraging him to hand their daughter to her. He smiled back, gently placing their sleeping baby into her arms. Chiaki stood before walking to her and Hajime's room, where Makoto assumed the crib was. Hajime once again looked over the group. ''What he said obviously scared her. What did he say?'' He asked again, his voice sterner. ''He told us that we had to execute Junko or force her to have children. He informed us that she couldn't be trusted as a part of the group.'' Kyoko spoke without hesitation or emotion. Hajime looked mortified by his other self's decision. ''Force her to have children?'' He mumbled under his breath. He too seemed as if he knew what that was like from experience. Kyoko gave Makoto the side eye. She was suspicious as well.

''Do we have any other alternatives for Enoshima's punishment?'' Byakuya inquired. ''I, for one, am not too keen on allowing Enoshima to receive psychiatric treatment with no actual punishment.'' Junko rested her head atop of Makoto, bending his ahoge down to appear like a unicorn horn as she did so. Kyoko knew that she wanted a reaction from the Detective so she paid no attention to Junko coming onto Makoto. Makoto was tempted to shake her off, but she would probably do something even more distracting or annoying instead. ''If you let me have Makoto to myself a few times a week, then I promise I'll be a good girl and go to therapy. Sound good?'' She said in her best attempt at an innocent voice. ''N-No, we're not d-doing that. How about we have C-Captain Fantastic build a cell?'' Toko suggested. Hajime narrowed his eyes at her sarcasm. ''I'll have to head out to get materials. I'd like someone to come with me so I can show them the farm. Any volunteers?'' Kyoko raised her hand, to even Makoto's surprise. Hajime shrugged, impartial as to who from the 78th class accompanied him. ''We'll head out in a moment.'' He said as he gave the lavender-haired girl a smirk. He turned and walked over to his room. Fuyuhiko was the first to stand, stretching and yawning as he walked over to the pool table. Peko had followed him their though she had chosen to play with him rather than watch. Junko finally took her head off Makoto's and placed her chin on his shoulder. ''I'm gonna go have a shower. You're welcome to join me~.'' She exhaled warm breath along his cheek before popping her chin off and walking over to the bathroom.

Kyoko placed a hand on his thigh under the table so that it wasn't obvious to those still seated. Makoto looked deeply into her eyes. He placed his hand on top of hers. He wouldn't mess around with anyone as long as he had her, especially Junko, who had submitted them to such atrocities. Kyoko recognised the look in his eyes and smiled softly. She got up and tucked her chair under the table, waving at Makoto as she walked away to an empty room she had clearly claimed as her own. Did that mean it was his room as well? Did she even want him to sleep in the same room? He would find out when they went to bed, he supposed. Which he certainly would. Considering it was now 6pm and they'd been up since about 5am. But for now he would bide his time until Hajime left. He had to ask Chiaki about Izuru and he was certain Kyoko would ask the same of his other persona. He did remember Mahiru saying that she wanted to talk to him more, so maybe he'd speak to her? He figured 'why not' and walked over to the redhead, who was speaking with Ibuki on the sofa.

He took a seat on the other couch that sat in the same L formation. ''Hello, Big Mak!'' Ibuki greeted, followed by a simple 'hey' from Mahiru. ''Hey guys.'' Makoto greeted back, trying to think of a solid way to start a conversation. ''Do you, uh, have anything…. You'd like to ask about my friends or me?'' He finally made something solid up. Mahiru appeared to realise the question was made up on the spot but rolled with it anyway. ''They're… unique I guess. I don't think any of us will be too keen on Byakuya and Toko, especially after what we watched during your Killing Game.'' She tried not to face Makoto as she spoke, probably for fear of being reprimanded by Makoto. The Ultimate Luckster waited for her to look up at him before he gave her a reassuring smirk. ''I don't really blame you. It took me a long time to break Byakuya down and I still don't think Toko's too trusting of me.'' ''W-What's that supposed t-to mean?'' Toko, who had clearly been eavesdropping from her position at the table, almost screamed from across the room. Makoto jumped slightly, before gritting his teeth and inhaling slowly. ''I just meant… that you don't really like to share your emotions with others, is all.'' The Ultimate Author's face dropped. Had he actually offended her or just made her consider her actions? Hopefully he hadn't. He'd have to apologise to her later.

Ibuki took the next few seconds of silence to creep closer to Makoto to whisper her answer. ''Ibuki thinks that Hiro, Aoi and Toko are a little dumby-dumb-dumb.'' She pulled back to her seat next to Mahiru, giggling to herself. Makoto couldn't help but smile at her choice of words. ''Yes, they've said and done stupid things but I don't think that they're completely incompetent.'' Makoto said as he leaned closer to them, lowering the volume of his voice. ''Speaking of incompetent.'' Mahiru laughed as she nodded in the direction behind Makoto.

He turned to see Yasuhiro trying to open a can in the kitchen. With a knife. Which was pointed towards his chest as he stabbed the top of it. That was basically a self-stabbing waiting to happen. Makoto sighed and put his head in his hands. Aoi jogged over to Hiro eventually and Makoto was hopeful she'd help the Clairvoyant out. Aoi got out a can opener out from a drawer and Makoto could almost scream 'hallelujah.' Unfortunately, she'd held it upside down as she tried to open it. Makoto stood with a huff a walked over to the two. He took the can opener, spun it the right way and handed it back to her. The Swimmer rubbed the back of her head and laughed nervously. Makoto gave Hiro a small lecture on safety before returning to is seat with his two upperclassmen. Mahiru and Ibuki were practically grinning ear to ear. ''Makoto is a proud dad.'' Ibuki said in a silly voice as she glanced at Mahiru, who started laughing uproariously. Makoto sat with a content smile. He liked these two; they had a sense and humour and common sense.

Hajime appeared from his room and poked his head into Kyoko's. He spent a few moments talking before Kyoko emerged. She gave Makoto a little wave as she walked past the sofa and started up the ladder after Hajime. Makoto was tempted to watch to make sure she reached the top safely but thought better of it. She didn't need to be babied. That and the girls would probably think he was trying to look up her skirt, as if he hadn't seen it already. He noticed that Chiaki was watching them go up though, a tired look on her face. He heard the hatch close and realised that this was he opportunity he was waiting for. He quickly excused himself and made his way over to Chiaki. She smiled sleepily at him when she saw him. ''Do you mind if I talk to you about something?'' Chiaki looked startled for a moment before nodding her approval. Makoto stretched out his arm to usher her into her room, which she did without a second thought. The husband and wife's room was slightly larger than the rest he had seen, but a lot of that was taken up by the crib Hiyoko slept soundly in. ''What did you want to talk about, Makoto?'' The Ultimate Gamer asked while yawning. Makoto steadied himself for what he was about to ask, then offered his loaded question.

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''Have you ever forced yourself upon Chiaki Nanami?'' Kyoko asked abruptly on their walk to find supplies. ''WHAT?!'' Hajime asked as his eyes widened in horror. Kyoko and he both stood still in the mossed street, the remains of burned-out cars scattered around them. Hajime's eyes trailed down to the ground, a dejected look on his face. ''Yes, well… this body did. It wasn't me at the time. It was Izuru.'' Kyoko kept a straight face, choosing not to make an expression. ''Did you have romantic relations with her before?'' She asked as stern as she had asked her first question. ''Yes, we were married a few weeks after we were reunited. It's safe to say it was one of the best moments of my life.'' ''Did you have sexual relations with her before the assault?'' Hajime almost looked angry. ''Why are you asking all these questions?'' Kyoko had to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes. ''Have you forgotten what my talent is? It is quite literally my job to make inquiries and investigate crimes.'' ''You're treating me like a criminal?'' Hajime asked, though the anger subsided and was replaced by sadness.

''No, in fact you are the most trustworthy person amongst your group. You think of others before yourself and seem genuinely appalled by 'your' actions.'' Hajime couldn't smile at the compliment after thinking about his treatment of his wife. ''Were you and Chiaki trying for a child beforehand?'' Hajime was less frustrated by that line of inquiry. ''We'd… spoken about it, but we'd agreed not to until the state of the world improved. I wish we'd thought of a contingency plan in case he hadn't agreed.'' Kyoko frowned. ''I'm sorry for asking you about this, but I had to be sure for the safety of my female friends.'' Hajime once again looked horrified. ''No no no, I-I wouldn't be… worried about that. From what I can tell, he's only interested in Chiaki.'' Kyoko gave him a singular nod. ''I won't tell the others about this, assuming they don't already know.'' Hajime confirmed that that was the case. Kyoko took out a notebook and wrote for a few seconds. She flipped it shut and placed it into her pocket. ''Shall we go?'' She asked suddenly.

It was very dark now and, despite the fact she'd never admit it, she was starting to get cold. Hajime pulled a torch which he had attached to his belt and took a larger one from the duffel bag he had hanging from his shoulder. He handed the larger one to Kyoko. ''You have a gun but you have few bullets. We'll try to get you more when we get back.'' Kyoko nodded before increasing her speed to catch up with the advancing Ultimate. ''So where exactly are we going?'' Hajime turned back and pointed up the side of a hill in the distance. With the quickly fading sunlight, she could barely make out the fields of a small farm. ''We have a small source of fresh vegetables from our farm. Me and Gundham help to maintain it.'' ''I was meaning to ask you about that.'' Kyoko spoke as she flicked on her torch. ''Peko informed us that there were only 6 living in your home most of the time. I assume that Gundham is the one who lives elsewhere the majority of the time?'' Hajime gave the Detective an eager grin. ''Definitely an Ultimate Detective. Yes, he does. He lives in that guard tower.'' He pointed with two fingers at a prison guard tower. ''How did you build that?'' Kyoko asked with a raised brow. ''I scavenged some cement and a load of bricks and metal beams. I built it at his request. Took me, working on and off, about…. 8 days?'' Kyoko was beginning to accept that Hajime was capable of feats that were either seemingly impossible or would have to be done by tens of men. ''Why did you accept his request?'' She inquired, attempting to find a logical reason to separate a member of the group. ''Listen to him when he's in a room alone and you'll understand.'' Kyoko looked up at the hill again. When she returned, she'd have to investigate the Breeder.

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Chiaki had been sitting on the bed sobbing for some time now. Makoto sat a few inches away, rubbing circles into her back. Luckily, Hiyoko had obvious been too tuckered out to start awake at the sound of her mother crying. ''You're…You're the first person I've ever told about this.'' She claimed through her tears. Makoto's eyes widened in surprise. Had she really kept this bottled up for so long? ''No one else knows about this?'' He asked, trying to avoid sounding surprised or disgusted as not to upset her more. ''I was too scared by what the others would think if I told them.'' Chiaki barely said, her voice raspy from crying for so long. Makoto stayed quiet for a few moments, then placed his hand on her shoulder to get Chiaki to look at him. She did, her eyes puffy and the normal blush in her cheeks being even more exaggerated. ''You love your daughter, don't you?'' He asked, receiving the expected nod in return. ''And Hajime is a good dad who loves you and Hiyoko regardless?'' Chiaki choked out a 'yep' and Makoto gave her his trademark smile. ''Then you shouldn't be ashamed of what happened. It may have been a bad experience for you but look at the positives that came from it. You have a daughter who you love, a husband that loves you and have inspired your friends to have children as well.'' He didn't want to glorify sexual assault but Chiaki would need to be constantly told that she wasn't in the wrong if she were to come to accept it. ''So please, Chiaki, you're an excellent mom from what I've seen so far. You've experienced a lot of loss. Don't let your past experiences define your future. You can't forget the bad things that have defined you but, in time, you can learn to accept them. That is hope.'' Chiaki almost looked proud as she stood and walked to the crib.

It was in surprisingly good condition; had Izuru taken one as part of his war preparations? Chiaki shifted Hiyoko so that she was in a slightly more comfortable position. She turned back and showed Makoto the widest smile she could manage. ''You really are the Ultimate Hope. I hope that you and Kyoko can-'' She was cut off by a loud clang. The hatch had been swiftly opened and closed. When the two former Class Reps left the room they saw Kyoko slowly making her way down the ladder, noticeably shakier than when she was ascending earlier. ''Where's Hajime?'' Mahiru asked as she made her way over to the Sleuth. ''There were bandits. He gave me the bag and told me to run.'' Toko stood sharply. ''Y-You mean you l-left him by h-himself?'' Fuyuhiko and Peko made there way over from the table, pool cues still in hand. ''I wouldn't worry about Hajime.'' The Swordswoman said, her voice still as monotone as ever. ''What she said.'' The Ultimate Yakuza said. ''When something threatens Chiaki, no matter how strong the guy is, he kills 'em.''

Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter- Hajime proves he's the Ultimate Ultimate.