IV. Plan
Once Junko had shut the door to "her" room, she was free to break from boredom and swap personalities. God, it was soooo boring not being able to swap. Her sad persona took charge. Junko sat down on the bed and wallowed in dissatisfaction edging on despair. She could see that Kyoko was everything she wanted and more, but she was being held back. It made Junko cry that her adorable Detective was still attached to Makoto. Junko reviled in the despair she felt from being unable to shove Makoto out of the way in Kyoko's eyes.
At the same time, her despair wasn't enough. She knew if her and Kyoko were together, they could drive themselves and the world into blissful despair through their conflict or possible partnership, mixing Junko's cruel imagination and Kyoko's cold decisiveness. Junko rolled over to the side as her Deadpan persona swapped in. Her straight lips curled slightly on one side into a smirk. The thought of having someone just as deceptive and capable as her to go up against was despairingly erotic. All of the possibilities, endless blood, gore, destruction and despair. All the conflict they could have physically, verbally and emotionally ripping each other apart and by proxy, the world. Junko rolled to face the ceiling and started drooling in spite of herself. Rubbed her shivering arms in anticipation.
It was decided. She was going to have Kyoko, one way or the other. She spent the rest of the day inside of Mukuro's room constructing a plan and fantasizing about Kyoko until she had lost track of time and a call rang out on the overhead speaker. It was officially nighttime. Junko decided to wash her face and put down her hair. She stripped off her clothes and curled under the covers for a long night.
The next morning Junko was woken up by her preprogrammed morning announcement. She peeled herself up from the bed with some effort. Once she remembered that the class trial awaited her; she wanted to hurry and find Kyoko but stopped herself. She groaned and strenuously put on her clothes.
She remembered that the Junko Enoshima everyone knew would never rush her morning routine for anyone. Junko instead made her way to the bathroom and started on her makeup. As she started on her face, she somehow felt confined. She had always used makeup to express herself but she felt trapped by the preset expectations of the Junko that her classmates knew. Junko gritted her teeth thinking about how she wanted to make herself up today, to do something different in the anticipation that Kyoko would notice. She instead settled for her normal look and as she finished up her lips, she heard a knock on the door. Setting a bored expression on her face she opened the door to find Hina and Sakura.
"Hey! Wanna head over to the dining hall with us?" Hina asked cheerfully.
"Sure. Why not?" Junko responded leaving her room with the two of them. Hina skipped along happily hanging onto Sakura's arm as Junko kept pace with her arms folded, secretly looking around for Kyoko. They didn't see anyone else but Leon their way. He waved nervously and tried to put on a confident smile. When he saw Junko he join the group sinking right next to Junko. Junko rolled her eyes heavily, as he tried to put moves on her.
"Hey, I'm in the market for some melons. Can you hook me up with those?" He sneered staring straight at Junko's cleavage. Junko walked faster, the group was only a few paces away from the dining hall doors.
"So you're blonde, that's pretty hot. I gotta ask, does the carpet match the drapes or what?" He kept persisting, getting closer to her as they walked into the dining hall. After Leon made a grab at her,Junko finally turned around and shoved him away.
"Hands off, creep!" Junko shot out as most of the class turned around to see the events unfold.
"Come on, babe. I'm a lover not a fighter. We're going to be in here awhile, so best to get to know each other." Leon smirked at Junko.
"I said, fuck off, freak! Nobody here wants your greasy paws on them anyway!" Junko yelled back, her Rude persona momentarily jumping out, before Junko managed to pull it back in. Before anything else could happen, Kyoko grabbed both of Leon's wrists behind his back and handcuffed them together.
"Hey! WHAT THE HELL?!" Leon yelled. Kyoko grabbed one of his arms with a pissed off expression.
"We need to focus on the investigation and we can't do that if you're grabbing at girls and making a scene. So until the trial begins, those cuffs will stay on. Think of it as a chance to start making decisions with your head instead of your loins." Kyoko said shoving him forward and making him walk in front of her and Junko to the main table.
Junko found herself blushing involuntarily on her face and collarbone area. He even felt the tops of her shoulders warm up from Kyoko's endearing assertiveness. She remembered all too well, as the Ultimate Fashionista, that creepy guys threw themselves at her on a daily basis. During photoshoots, fashion shows and even just when she was walking to and from meetings and events. She liked the light despair that Leon was feeling now, fucking bastard. Junko was confident that Kyoko knew he was the killer.
More importantly, Kyoko had been paying attention to her situation. It excited Junko to be on Kyoko's radar. Everyone got their food and sat down at the big table. Leon, who was now as red as his hair was shoved into a chair between Sakura and Byakuya. Sakura placed a piece of toast with jam in front of him as he grimaced.
Kyoko took one of the chairs and actually motioned for Junko to sit next to her. Junko was on cloud nine as the morning breakfast commenced. Taka, Makoto and Kyoko did most of the talking as Celeste and Hina tried to help out with their opinions. Everything they said was so boring. Junko tuned them out and listened to Kyoko instead.
As she listened to Kyoko, who was standing up the whole time, it started to piss her off that she was leaving a lot of the explaining up to Makoto. She would be so close to making a point or be about to explain something important but would she stop short to hand over the reins to Makoto. Why? What does she have to gain from doing that? Junko wondered. Even she didn't have an answer to that one.
Near the end of the meeting Kyoko sat down and started to eat some of her food. Junko was unsure of what to say so she followed suit as everyone else's voices became white noise. After a while, Kyoko wiped her face and turned to Junko.
"Thanks for your perspective yesterday." Kyoko said with a smile spreading on her face.
"Sure. It's not a big deal. I mean, did I even add anything that you didn't already know?" Junko asked, she was genuinely curious.
"It validated my own suspicions. I'm confident that we will be more than capable of unmasking the real killer. We just need to use the rest of our time wisely." Kyoko said, looking over at the rest of the group.
Junko played with her hair looking away. She knew that the trial announcement was about to go off in 12 minutes. Kyoko wouldn't have time to investigate anything else of value. On an off note, she wondered about the trial. She was still on the fence about going into it or switching off with her sister. Going into the trial would be risky, how was she supposed to control Monokuma and argue in the trial? Junko unfortunately knew that going into the trial was not to her advantage. She needed Mukuro to step in, while she figured out how she was going to win over Kyoko.
"So, can I count on you?" Kyoko asked, snapping Junko out of her train of thought.
"Yeah, I don't wanna die for some creep who murdered Sayaka. Who the hell wants that?" Junko asked, offhandedly.
Kyoko smiled at Junko. She was about to say something when Makoto butted in. He pulled Kyoko away with more questions about the trial. Everyone else was busy eating or deep in nervous conversation about the trial, so Junko decided since no one was looking now would be the best time. She silently got up and left, exiting the dining hallway through a back door. She looked up at one of the cameras in the hallway and nodded to it.
She swiftly made her way to the hideout entrance and slipped inside. She sat down in her familiar chair and saw her sister returning to the dining hall as her. It was a front row seat to witness the drama of the trial but Junko was detached from it. Her Teacher persona switched in, as she adjusted her monitors to view the courtroom at a single huge screen, Junko fiddled with her hair while thinking about her relationship with Kyoko.
