V. Argument

The mastermind held down one of the buttons on the control panel in front of her. Using Monokuma's voice Junko replied.

"Well, in that case, back up your argument Moneybags! Prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's the killer." Byukaya frowned at Monokuma's nickname.

"Then, feast your eyes on this." Byukaya said presenting more evidence in favor of Makoto being the killer.

Everyone gasped and looked at Makoto with fear. Junko had her heels kicked up on the side of the desk, enjoying this part of the trial. It served him right, for thinking he had a chance with Kyoko. Junko watched Kyoko and found it hard to tell her reaction. She held her cards close to her chest and had only been presenting facts thus far, not pursuing anyone as the culprit. Junko put on her glasses once more.

"Come on Kirigi, make a move. Where was all that confidence from the dining hall?"

Junko taunted at the screens. The mastermind raised an eyebrow as Kyoko began to explain a valid piece of evidence. Junko quickly frowned as Kyoko left Makoto once more to explain how the evidence related to the case. Junko adjusted her glasses and leaned back into the shadows of the control room. So what was it? What was the reason behind Kyoko doing that all the time?

"So you see! That proves I wasn't in the room during that time!" Makoto concluded, convincing most of the other students. Junko scoffed at his conclusion, there was no way that Kyoko would -. In the corner of the screen Kyoko could be seen smiling at gritted her teeth and decided that she had finally had enough of Makoto. Fiddling with the controls, she made Monokuma throw up his hands.

"Okay, Sherlock, we get it! You're so clever! You figured out AAALLL of the mysteries. Well, guess what? It's not really a class trial when only one person dominates the floor! So YOU don't get to talk for the rest of the trial." Monokuma announced. Makoto sweated with disbelief.

"You can't do that! This is supposed to be a fair trial. How is it far if I can't defend myself when everyone thinks I'm the killer?" Makoto pleaded. Junko was seething. This little shit, whine, whine, whine. What did Kyoko see in him? Why the hell was this whiny, weak piece of trash more important in Kyoko's eyes than Junko? Junko pushed the buttons in front of her with new found fury making Monokuma flex his claws.

"I got a secret for you, Sherlock. NOBODY CARES! If you're really innocent then let someone else like Speedo or Freckles argue that for you. I want someone else to speak up. Come On! Don't be shy." Monkuma drawled. Kyoko stepped forward and pointed accusingly at Monokuma.

"I'll speak up. I can prove once and for all who Sayaka's true killer is."Junko grinned, letting her Rude persona out.

"Fucking finally! Stop being so goddamn quiet and show me what you can really fucking do! Come on, I wanna see you stop me, Kyoko-chan." Junko hissed. She wanted to see the detective fired up about something for once. What was it like when Kyoko lost her composure? Unexpectedly, Mukuro spoke up.

"Well everyone knows you'll defend him, no matter what." Mukuro drawled, in a voice similar to Junko's. What the hell was she doing? Junko had a sinking feeling.

"You obviously worked together to kill that Sayaka yourselves. Why don't you and your boyfriend just admit it already?" Junko demanded to everyone's shock. Makoto was stunned as Kyoko was still cool and composed.

"Relationships aside. There is no motive for anyone to assist the killer in their killing. Monokuma explained earlier that only the Blackened will graduate if they manage to pull off the perfect murder. So the assistant wouldn't benefit at all from the act." Kyoko explained.

Junko was still trying to process what had just happened. Mukuro was going against everything that Junko had said to Kyoko earlier. Junko hugged her Monokuma plushie and glared at her sister, who was trying to maintain her persona and argue against Kyoko. There was no excuse for this, Mukuro had seen everything that had transpired between the two girls earlier. She was here watching them for god sakes! After beating down Mukuro's protests, Kyoko continued to progress her point.

"Now with that being said, I found a dying message at the crime scene next to the body."

Junko let go of her anger for a moment and sat up in her chair. She knew from the moment that she and Kyoko had looked at the crime scene together that the dying message 11037 or LEON would be instrumental in solving the case. Her Bubbles persona switched in with excitement.

"Oooo! 3 Finally someone's bringing up some of the big bad evidence! Too bad it's not against Makoto, but oh well! I still want my little detective to survive so go right ahead, Kyoko-chan."

Junko shivered with pleasure and started to rub her arms. It gave Junko so much pleasure knowing that Kyoko was getting closer and closer to solving the mystery and bringing her down. Sure it was a huge victory for Kyoko and would bring more hope to the rest of her classmates, but Junko knew that the more hope someone had the more despair they were capable of experiencing. It was like the first hill of a roller coaster, once they got to the peak, Junko would bring everyone rushing back down to the spirling track of despair.

"LEON. That's what Sakaya's dying message actually says." Kyoko finished. Junko waited in wonderful anticipation. Would Kyoko climatically point at Leon declaring him the killer? Or would she dance around it for a while making him sweat despairingly? Instead Makoto looked around the circle at all of the students intensely, stopped on Leon and dramatically pointed at him.

"YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE!" He declared. Junko squinted one eye in annoyance. Seriously? No shit. Junko felt the urge to face palm but she didn't want to ruin her makeup. Instead she dialed Monokuma's controls.

"HEY! I said not another peep out of you, Sherlock! Do you want a punishment instead of the killer?!" Monokuma raged. Kyoko glared at one of the cameras sharply. Junko felt her look right at her.

"If you want this to be a fair trial, you'll let him wrap this up." Kyoko challenged. Junko was conflicted, bitterly she knew Kyoko was right but goddamn it was annoying to admit it. That little whiny shit was going to go down for something big, Junko was going to make sure of it.

Then Makoto started to recount the entire crime from the beginning concluding at the disposal of the evidence. Junko groaned her Teacher persona switching in.

"Honestly, you idiots. How boring is it to having the most obnoxious person recount events that have already previously been discussed?" Junko adjusted her glasses with irritation.

"It was YOU! LEON KUWADA!" Makoto declared dramatically pointing at Leon again. The red haired idiot actually looked like he was going to pass out. He started shaking when his eyes started a full sweep of the room, only to see that no one was on his side.

"Seriously?! THAT'S BULLSHIT! YOU ASSHOLES THINK YOU CAN PIN THIS ON ME!" Leon shouted at everyone in the otherwise silent room.

A large verbal debate started between Leon and Makoto in which Kyoko was dead silent. Junko felt a dull pang of emotion, this wasn't despair it was instead her mortal enemy: boredom. Who gave a shit about these two monkeys and their pissing match? This wasn't what Junko had orchestrated this whole plan for. She wanted Kyoko to be the star of the show, her main rival to battle against and fantasise about, not fucking Makoto. Junko finally hit a big black button that dominated the panel. Monokuma got up from his chair and started to wrap up the trial.

"Congratulations, you fucking geniuses! It was Leon Kuwada, the Ultimate Baseball Player. There's a whole backstory with him, baseball and wanting to be a rockstar blah blah blah but who freaking cares! On to the best part of the trial. Let's give it everything we got! It's PUNISHMENT TIME!" Monokuma proclaimed gleefully, as he pulled out his gavel and hit the iconic red button in front of him.

Junko got up and strolled away in a better mood, humming to herself as she heard Leon pleading for his life as he was dragged away. She walked into the living quarters, grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped back into her chair. She was just in time to watch Leon's execution, and boy was it therapeutic. Junko breathed in fully, sighed contentedly as Leon was killed.

She was high on the despair that hung in the air, an aroma that seemed to transcend her monitors. When Junko glanced at Kyoko, she saw nothing but hardened hatred. A devilish smile spread across the mastermind's face. Good, hatred could also be a gateway to despair.