AN- Heyo! New chapter time!

He felt numb but it was more from a rush of positive stimuli than from a lack of emotion. His sister was alive. And she was standing right in front of him. He felt light-headed and had to lean on the doorframe to remain on his feet. Komaru ran to him and threw her arms around him. They were both crying hard and were gripping each other's clothes tightly, as if they would fade out of existence. They both slipped down to their knees and remained in joyous reunion for a few seconds. ''W-Why are you here?'' Makoto pulled away to get a good look at her. ''I… I work here. I'm a teacher.'' She smiled brightly, the tears trailing into the wrinkles the smile made. He didn't speak, he just took a moment to look at her and analyse her features. ''You've grown up so much…'' His sibling giggled and returned the comment. ''And you've gotten a lot taller, Makoto.'' He stood up and offered her a hand. She took it and was wrenched up to her feet. She turned to her small class. ''You guys can just keep working on your Talent projects like we were yesterday. I need to step out for a few minutes. Call Maki or Kirumi if you need help with something, okay?'' She shut the door slowly. ''Can you call Angie for your art, Jataro?'' One of the kids said just before the door closed fully. ''Follow me.'' Komaru was still sniffling and wiping her eyes as she walked down the corridor.

The jacket and Fuyuhiko could wait. This was the biggest moment of his life since leaving the Academy behind. He hadn't seen his little sister in years. Or that's what his erased memories wanted him to believe. Komaru led him into a garden directly in the middle of the hospital grounds. An enormous sakura tree was in the centre of a large rectangular patch of grass. The hospital's wards and departments surrounded this garden but never covered the area above it, leaving the clear blue sky in plain sight if you were to look up. There was a large amount of people in this garden, most people simply choosing to enjoy the pleasant weather and sit on the grass under the tree. Komaru took her brother by the hand and dragged him to an empty bench. The two took a seat and Komaru breathed in deeply. ''I really missed you, big bro. Especially after being alone for so long.'' Makoto cocked a brow. ''What do you mean? Where were you all this time?'' ''When everyone started to go crazy, some people broke into our house and took me from Mom and Dad. I got knocked out and when I woke up, I was in an apartment.'' Komaru rubbed circled into the palm of her hand. ''The apartment was roomy but I was locked in, food was delivered to me every day and I couldn't look out the windows or access the outside world. But I could watch The Killing School Life.'' She smiled at him. ''You were so cool, Makoto.'' He reacted sheepishly, not really accepting the compliment but glossing over his experiences in the Academy. ''Anyway, when you beat Junko Enoshima, the doors were unlocked and I was let out. It was then that I found out that we weren't really in an apartment block. We were underground in a movie set kind of thing. We were in a bunker made to simulate living in an apartment.'' Makoto was struggling to take this all in. What purpose did keeping his sister alive serve? It had to be some backup plan Junko had if she had chosen to die after the final trial. Then he thought closely about what his sister had said. ''We?'' Komaru jumped slightly. ''Oh! I forgot to say! Aoi Asahina's brother was in the same bunker but in another mock apartment across the hall. Yuta.''

Makoto was even more overjoyed. Just imagining the look on Hina's face when he tells her the good news warmed him inside. ''Is he here too?'' Komaru nodded. ''He's my class's PE teacher. He should be around here somewhere.'' Komaru gripped his knee. ''Where have you been?'' Her face was stern but she was probably concerned for his safety. ''I've been with everyone else from the Academy, don't worry. We've actually been staying with our upperclassmen from Hope's Peak who picked us up after we left.'' Komaru relinquished her grip on his leg and drew her hand away. ''Good, I'm glad that you didn't just wander in from nowhere.'' She glanced up at a big clock in the garden's courtyard. 'I.. I need to go teach.'' She was visibly and audibly disappointed. ''I can try to get Shuichi and the rest of his class to host a little welcoming party tomorrow so you can bring your friends up and we can all get to know each other.'' She spoke quickly but not without fumbling over her pronunciation. He grinned. ''Well then I'll try to get everyone on board on my end. We need to speak more. I've missed you too, Komaru.'' She stood up and Makoto assumed he needed to too. She hugged him again. ''Come and see us tomorrow then, big bro.'' She reached up and pinched his cheek hard. ''What's that for?'' He asked as he rubbed his sore cheek. ''Just to make sure you don't forget, stupid.'' He waved to her as she walked away. He turned around with the intention of retracing his steps up to Shuichi's office. When he did Fuyuhiko and Peko were standing and neither The Gangster nor The Swordswoman looked particularly happy with him. ''What the fuck are you doing? I said be quick and you're flirting with some random girl?!'' He was close to screaming. ''That was my sister; I haven't see her in years. I needed to speak to her. I'm sorry.'' Fuyuhiko's face mellowed. He had a sister too but she'd been murdered by someone Mahiru was friends with. ''Oh, well… Just come and fucking tell me next time, sheesh.'' He faced away from him. ''Sorry.'' He thrust his hands into his pockets and walked away. Peko took a final glance at Makoto who looked at the floor, downtrodden. ''Makoto.'' She spoke softly as she often did. He risked meeting her blood red eyes. She smiled knowingly at him. ''Be quick.'' She pointed up in the general direction of the office and followed after Fuyuhiko. He nodded if only to spur himself to move his feet. He collected his jacket and ran back to Fuyuhiko and Peko who leant on the car's hood. ''Done everything you needed to do, pal?'' He spun the keys in his fingers again. ''Yeah, though hopefully everybody's coming back here tomorrow. We're gonna have a party.'' Fuyuhiko's face had warped from disgruntlement to intrigue halfway through Makoto's sentence. He nodded a few times while he though about it and looked to Peko, who looked back at him with a neutral expression. ''Shit sounds pretty good. You better make sure this party's worth my damn time.'' He unlocked the car and told Peko to go and get comfortable. Makoto hopped in the passenger side again and stared up at the hospital as his driver put the keys in the ignition and started moving away from the massive structure. He couldn't help but smile. Tomorrow would be a blast.

The journey back was eerily quiet, even when travelling through the countryside. There were no bugs or any wildlife at all in sight. He did see normal sized insects and mammals like rabbits but he had no reason to be scared of them. ''What the fuck is that?'' An almost static like blur was on the road ahead. As the car drew closer Fuyuhiko sputtered and called nervously for Peko to draw her sword. She did and sat forward in her seat. Makoto squeezed his eyes to focus them as much as he could. That static blur became more and more clear as they approached. Mosquitoes and all of those horrific bug things. Just hovering over the road looking in the direction of the car. ''You'd better get ready for a rough fuckin' ride, kid.'' Fuyuhiko glanced at Makoto several times as he stepped down on the gas. The car sped towards the crowd of grotesque creatures like a bullet. The car moved right through the pack, splattering several against the windshield and several more impacted with the sides of the car. They passed through and were glad to see the rest of the road didn't share the same affliction as that previous portion did.. Peko looked through the rear window and saw a hoard of the insects chasing them. ''Young Master!'' She shouted to him. ''I know, I know!'' He couldn't increase their speed anymore than it was and they were reaching their turning. Fuyuhiko's brow was glimmering with sweat and he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. The turn was executed perfectly. The car maintained it's speed and forced the pursuing bugs to split and lower their numbers. ''Young Master, stop the car.'' ''WHAT?!'' The Gangster was tempted to turn around in his seat to face her but chose, wisely, to keep his eyes glued on the road ahead. ''I will not fail you, Fuyuhiko. I promise.'' She adjusted her glasses and positioned herself to leap out the doors. ''You could die!'' He yelled. ''Their numbers are slimmer now.'' She argued. ''What about our baby?!'' He looked at her briefly in the rear-view mirror. ''I will never let anything happed to our baby.'' She furrowed her brows and gripped the katana's handle tighter. Fuyuhiko flicked his eyes to her. Then the crowd. Then Makoto. ''AAH!'' He conceded, slowing the car to a halt. Peko threw the doors open and jumped out. The crowd of monstrous bugs rushed towards her. She steadied her blade and composed herself. Her foot bounced in preparation for her first swing and she blew a stray strand of her out of her vision. And swung.

The first bug exploded into blood and several chunks. She had clearly planned her targets and how she would kill them in her head mere moments before striking. She followed a rhythmic pattern as she moved from foe to foe. Makoto watched as she tore her way through the seemingly never ending swarm. She would eventually be overwhelmed. He couldn't let that happen. They couldn't lose their baby to something so vile. He looked down to his feet. The baseball bat Ibuki had used yesterday lay at them. He reached down and gripped the handle. He took a deep breath. Then another. He tended to his jacket's drawstrings and placed a hand on the door. Fuyuhiko was too distracted watching Peko to notice these small movements. Makoto opened the door and sprinted towards Peko, stumbling slightly at the beginning of the run to her. The Swordswoman noticed him and, whilst she did seem surprised judging by her eyes, she still kept her composure and continued the mass slaughter. Quite a few of the wasps and mosquitoes flew at him when they noticed him alone in the street. Many split off from the main pack attacking Peko and made way for him. He steeled himself and began swinging erratically, downing several bugs and driving more away from him. Two sped towards him at one time and he felt one gash the back of his calf. He fell to one knee but kept swinging, even if they had far less power and reach. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard from behind him. A wasp exploded to his left. Fuyuhiko slammed the car door shut and began firing his revolver into the air around Makoto killing a handful of the bugs. ''You okay, Makoto!?'' He yelled from his cover behind the car. ''Yeah!'' Makoto stood and walked with a limp towards Peko, swatting anything stupid or daring enough to come his way. Peko had more or less dealt with all of her adversaries and finished off the last one before running to Makoto. The two melee duellers stood back to back; this not only provided support for Makoto to keep standing but allowed both to attack the front without worrying about their backside. Between their combined efforts and Fuyuhiko's cover fire, they whittled the swarm down to just a handful of bugs. These animals clearly knew they were outmatched and fled back in the direction of the countryside. Peko sheathed her sword and leant over, panting. Makoto collapsed onto his rear, clutching his leg. Now that the adrenaline rush had subsided, the pain was monumental. ''That was intense.'' He said wearily as he looked up to Peko. ''Yes, it was indeed.'' She offered him her only arm. He took it gratefully and hobbled up to his feet. ''You guys good? Nothing too fuckin' bad happen?'' Makoto shook his head, ignoring the pain in his leg. ''Right then. We'll get home, treat your leg, wash your clothes and then shower. Sounds like a goddamn plan.'' He took the bat from Makoto and told him to get in. He briefly embraced Peko, kissing her passionately for a good 3 seconds. ''I should've trusted you.'' He grimaced as he admitted it. She cupped his cheek. ''I understand. You were worried for me. Worry was the main reason I wanted to do this in the first place.'' He took her hand and led her to the people carrier. ''Rest up.'' He told her as he slid the door across. The journey back had little for Makoto to focus on except the pain in his calf.

The ladder was an obstacle he forgot he'd come across. While Hajime waited below him with open arms in case he fell, he was still not entirely confident in that plan. He eventually reached the bottom and Hajime sat him on one of the couches. Kyoko rushed to his side, hugging his arm and smothering his cheek with kisses. Hajime lifted his leg into the air and cleaned the wound. He wrapped it in gauze and asked him to test his footing. He still hissed when he put pressure on it but Hajime assured he would heal in hours due to his special formula. ''By the way, I received a message from Shuichi.'' He was speaking to everyone in the shelter. Luckily, the residents seemed interested enough in Makoto's injury to crowd around and watch his treatment. ''We're all going up to the hospital tomorrow. Even Byakuya. His treatment's been coming along nicely.'' Toko didn't dispute that so it was safe to say Hajime was telling the truth. ''Is Gundham coming?'' Mahiru asked. ''If he wants to.'' Hajime shrugged at her. ''Depends on him.'' The redhead seemed content with that. It was not as if she'd disagree with Hajime regardless. ''Everyone okay with that? We'll be leaving about 11.'' Nobody said anything. Hajime bobbed his head. ''Well okay then. I'll go and tell Byakuya.'' He patted Makoto's shoulder as he passed him. Whether it was meant as a thanks or as an apology he had no idea. He had rushed back to the shelter when Peko went to the farm to find him during his long, hobbled walk to the shelter's entrance. So it could be interpreted either way. The group set about their own business, leaving Kyoko still hanging off Makoto's arm. ''I could kill you right now.'' She glared at him. He turned his head to her. She placed a finger over his lips. ''I know you did it for Peko but I'm still mad that you put yourself in danger like that.'' He was expecting a harsh comment but she snuggled into him further. ''I'd ask you not to do it again but I know you. You'd give your life for someone if you believed it was for the greater good. That's why I love you.'' He blushed deeply. She too had rosy cheeks but her expression displayed genuine emotion. She pressed her lips to his and he pushed himself back into the kiss. She pulled away, a string of saliva still tethering the together. Makoto wiped his mouth. Then he smiled widely as he remembered what had already transpired today.

''Hina!'' He shouted very loud. Kyoko was worried for a moment. She believed he was trying something funny with her and Hina. The sporty girl jogged over from her room. ''You might want to sit down. You're going to be really surprised.'' Hina sat down, confused. Makoto grabbed both of her hands. The Swimmer's shoulders hiked as a shiver travelled down her spine. She composed herself before facing him straight on. ''Yuta is alive. He's a teacher at the hospital. Isn't that great?'' Hina was wide-eyed with a blank expression for a handful of seconds. Then tears of joy erupted out of her eyes and she pulled both Makoto and Kyoko into a hug. ''Oh my god… Thank you so much…'' She spoke barely above a whisper. All three of them were smiling warmly from the confines of their embrace. ''My sister's alive too. She's friends with your brother.'' His mouth was right next to Hina's ear. She backed away from the two of them. ''That's so nice. Does he know that we're going to see him tomorrow?'' Makoto nodded but was unsure. Komaru must've told him. She couldn't keep a secret at all. Hina's overjoyed crying had gained the attention of the majority of the others. Chiaki walked over to the three. ''Do you need some tissues, Aoi?'' She held out a pack and Aoi took a single tissue. She blew her nose, wiped her eyes with the untainted parts of the paper cloth and beamed at The Gamer. The sleepy girl smiled back. ''Family always makes you happier, doesn't it?'' Aoi nodded like a madman.

Makoto stood up and straightened out his back. He walked over to the kitchen where Hajime was washing dishes. He'd clearly told Byakuya already. The Luckster reached into a box of donuts he and Aoi had gotten out the freezer a few days ago. ''Hey, Hajime?'' The tall boy turned his head so hard he swore it would fly off his shoulders. ''You knew that my sister was at the hospital, didn't you?'' Hajime smiled. ''There's a reason I didn't tell you about your jacket.'' He turned back to the bowl of warm water. ''I wanted you to make that discovery on your own. It would be more special to you that way.'' Makoto sighed. ''With your predictive talents, I'm not surprised that it worked out like you wanted.'' He left him at the sink and moved back to the couch. He had a donut in each hand and gave one to Aoi. She and Chiaki were still conversing but she absent-mindedly shoved the treat in her mouth. Chiaki handed him and Aoi N64 controllers and sat on the other couch. Then the intense Super Smash Bros. battle begun. People began coming over and joining or watching over one by one. Pretty soon, everybody was crowded around or sitting on the couches, just enjoying the others' company. Byakuya had leant on Toko and Yasuhiro and walked on his own two feet into the room, earning a small round of applause from those playing. His pride didn't let him accept their applause but he appreciated the gesture as he took a seat at the end of the couch. Even Junko watched from the kitchen table, a content smile plastered on her face. For the first time since they'd all been together, there was no arguments and no depressing thoughts to pull them out of the moment.

After a good two or three hours, the audience began trickling out and into their rooms. Five people remained on the furniture. Chiaki jumped up when the game had finished and turned off the console, revelling in yet another victory. She took Hajime by the hand and ripped him off the couch. ''Be up about 10 if you want the bathroom before Ibuki.'' Hajime chuckled as he and Chiaki walked to their room with linked arms. ''Good night, everyone. Sleep well.'' Chiaki spoke so sweetly that Hina thought that between that and the donuts she'd develop diabetes. ''Good night!'' All 3 left seemed to say simultaneously. Kyoko stretched and gave Hina a quick glance. ''I'll go make the bed, Makoto.'' She skulked off into their room. Makoto still had the controller in his hand, rubbing circles into the handle as he stared into space. ''Hey, Makoto?'' Hina draped an arm across his chest and he instinctively turned to her. ''Thank you. For these last few days. Actually, for just being my friend. You've given me true hope, Makoto. Hope that keeps me going.'' She breathed in and out rapidly as her eyes fell to his chest. Then suddenly, she kissed him. On the lips. It was short-lived but chocked full of passion. She pulled away as quickly as she'd pushed in and jumped up. ''Thanks.'' She ran to her room. When the door closed. He looked along the row of bedroom doors. Ibuki and Mahiru both stood in the doorway to her room. Ibuki noticed he was looking at them and stuck out her tongue. Mahiru made eye contact but seemed to be too busy letting the cogs turn in her head to care. He didn't really have time to process it himself. He needed to process a statement for Kyoko first. He leant around the door, her lavender orbs cutting a swathe through his thoughts. ''I already know. She told me she wanted to at least once.'' She moved up the bed, intentionally letting her nightdress ride over her hips as she laid with spread legs. He swallowed a lump in his throat. She had never been this forward. ''Prove to me that you still feel the same way for me.''

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She spoke with a hint of sarcasm but he wasn't going to let it stop him proving himself. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. He reached behind him and pushed the door shut, locking it to ensure privacy. He unbuckled his belt and shimmied his jeans to the floor. He tripped as he tried to hop out of them, falling face first onto the bed. He looked up at Kyoko. She was looking off to the side, clearly struggling to maintain her laughter. He laughed at himself and she finally let out a few soft wheezes of amusement. He pulled off his boxers and sat on his knees in front of her on the bed. He reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and opened the drawer. He pulled out a single condom and tore open the wrapper. He then got himself 'ready'. He wasn't absolutely enormous down there but he was certainly sizable for someone his age. He stuck two fingers inside her and felt her squirm around the digits. He slipped it over his shaft and rubbed himself against her pussy. She was already quite wet. She'd probably spent some time 'practising' while he was with Aoi. Now he felt bad. Kyoko shuddered but didn't hesitate or ask for prep time. He'd done this with her enough times to know that meant he could enter.

He pushed himself inside, her warmth surrounding his member. Kyoko propped herself up onto her elbows and stared at him. Her eyes were slanted and oozed seduction from the very moment they met his own. He slowly began moving; in and out motions to begin and when he knew that she was about halfway to climax, he'd start moving as randomly and as hard as possible. She threw her head back on the pillow and let him move them both. He began increasing his speed, earning a few yelps and small cries of pleasure. She pinched and played with her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown. She abandoned that idea and tugged the top down to reveal them to Makoto. He quickly dipped down and bit one of her nipples, the odd mixture of pain and joy earning a squeaky moan and her eyes rolling back.

He was starting to breathe heavily now, just to compose himself as to avoid busting early. She gripped the blanket with her left hand, the tell-tale sign she was over halfway to orgasm. He pushed a hand down to her labia lips and spread them wide. She moaned and bit her lip. He began massaging her clitoris as he fastened his pace even more. ''M-Makoto…'' She looked at him again, her cheeks the reddest he'd seen since their first time making love. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her level. His hand was still stimulating her clit but it was practically sandwiched between the two of them. He felt her legs wrap around his back as well. How uncomfortable for him arm. This lack of comfort was eased slightly by her kissing him passionately until her mouth fell open. She began screaming with pleasure as he felt warm liquid spray against his crotch and abdomen. Her arms and legs relinquished their grip enough for him to sit up and continue through to his own finish. Which didn't take long. A few seconds later he unloaded inside the condom and ducked down to lock lips with her a second time. He counted to 10 and pulled out. He turned and sat on the end of the bed to peel the condom off and throw in in the garbage.

END OF LEMON

''You were a different person back there.'' He said as his breathing slowly returned to normal. ''This felt like the be all, end all. I just want to keep you.'' She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest now. ''Are you scared of me picking Aoi over you?'' He pulled back the covers and got into bed. He scooted over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. ''I will never leave you. I love you. Don't ever forget that.'' She had watery eyes but blinked away the moisture and pushed him down onto his back. He placed his arms behind his head and she rolled over onto her side to place an arm across him. ''Next time we do that, don't wear a condom.'' He sputtered and looked at her for different phrasing. ''That doesn't mean I want a baby. I just want to know if it feels better. We did it like that for our first but it's difficult to judge.'' He squinted at her, mouth agape. ''Anyway, good night.'' He tilted his head to view the ceiling, mouth still wide open. What?!

Thanks for reading! I basically promised readers a lemon a long time ago and never found a good point in the story up until now. I apologise if it was bad but I struggle to write them in ways that are both detailed and not over the top. Please leave a review if you want the lemons to be written differently in future. (Yes, I will be doing more!) See ya!