AN: Hi, Jade here! This is my first danganronpa fic, and all idea credits go to user JackP04 on wattpad if you want to check him out. Please review, as I would love to know what you think!
"You know, this place could really do with a renovation," were the first words that left my mouth as I stepped inside the office. The cool air washed over my face in contrast with the thickness of outsides heat, breathing in the filtered air with relish after another long day. Hands lying lazily in my pockets, the bored expression on my face told the guards stood behind the desk that I wasn't anything of a threat – or a coward, at that. Any normal member of the agency would be shaking in their expensive suits at this point. After all, Japan's biggest crime boss was sitting on that swivel seat directly in front of me, the back of her large (noticeably pink) bunches springing out from behind the leather, with the name 'Junko Enoshima' written in fancy letters above it.
Slowly, she spun round so that we were face to face, a wide smirk stitched into the pale of her skin. "Hajimeeeee!" she squealed, jumping up and down in her chair, "Oh, I have desperately needed you today, like, crazy. Do you understand what it's like to tell these idiots what to do all the time?" She sighed deeply, a flick of her carefully manicured hand telling the security behind her to leave us alone. Once they were gone, she invited me to sit on my usual chair in the back corner of the room, her mischievous blue eyes never once breaking contact with mine.
"Did anything in particular happen?" I asked bluntly. Junko pursed her lips together, furrowed eyebrows emphasising her train of thought.
"Hmmm…no, I guess not but, like, torturing people is just getting so plain lately? Come up with any new methods?" She leaned forward so her face rested in the palm of her hands, quizzically waiting for my response. I scratched the back of my neck by reflex, scarcely remembering the last time I was ordered to torture someone. This underground agency – 'Remnant', was the name – had little use for me. My job as one of their assassins lied in the low ranks of the group; I wasn't amazing at the job but neither terrible. Average, one could say, although I hated that word. Average meant there were always people better than you, but also worse…nothing to complain about but also nothing to be proud of. People like me were stuck in the middle – riding a train with no destination and no purpose, simply on this earth to make the ones with talent feel better about themselves and can be distinguished from the others.
This was a life I had grown accustomed to. Ever since my parents died and Junko discovered me on the street did I feel part of something – needed by someone. Junko and I had grown up together, and part of me liked to believe that she genuinely cared for me, especially after her father died. That was the fantasy of my life, and that would continue until I retired, or, permanently retired, so to speak. I locked eyes with her.
"I haven't had to torture someone in years, so I wouldn't know. Even if I did I highly doubt I would want to come up with new methods…" I trailed off as Junko yawned, leaning back in her seat.
"Yeah yeah, I know that, stupid. Your voice really is so boring sometimes, y'know," Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to where I was sat in a swift, agile motion, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. My mouth opened and then closed again in surprise as she towered over me, hands planted firmly on the arms of the chair. Her eyes were slits under the flickering of the lights, my wide eyes never once daring to look away from hers as though any movement would provoke her. Tongue tracing across her bottom lip, she leaned in closer to me so that I could smell the sweetness of her perfume – chocking and inescapable. I felt a smile spread to her face as she whispered in my ear.
"But when you drop the whole Mr Nice Guy act and really get down to it…well, I know first-hand the affects it has on people," My teeth clenched at her words, fingers griping the chair until they lost all colour. She moved back slightly, the blood-red of her lipstick inches away from my own shaking mouth. Her devilish smile then dropped as soon as it came, replaced with a professional stare.
"You know you belong to me, right, Hajime?" she said coolly. I averted her eyes with a hard swallow, feeling the sweat beginning to build up around me.
"Of course," I replied.
"Say it like you mean it, then," she purred softly. I still didn't meet her eyes.
"Of course. You saved my life on the streets and without you I'd be dead," I cleared my throat, "So my life belongs to you-," Without warning, she grabbed my chin and yanked my face towards her own, my eyes now wide yet without fear before her own.
"But would you do anything for me? And when I say everything I mean everything, dearest, not just cheaply killing a stranger for me," Her iron grip chocked the words out of me, thoughts crashing blindly round my head in a frenzied panic. The only thing I could say was,
"Of course," For the third time, unsure of what she would say. Her expression didn't change. Her back simply straightened and my neck strained with it, body extended beyond its reach. She trailed a red nail round my cheeks, eyes clouded with what appeared to be sadness in their gloomy depths as she continued to stare at me.
Loosening her grip on my jaw, the sadness that I thought I had seen was replaced by an intense hatred. The energy radiating off her was powerful and all-knowing, although I knew it wasn't about me. It was as if she was looking straight through me – as if I were invisible. However, I knew that feeling all too well to give it a second thought. So when she spoke the next few words with absolute confidence, I couldn't help the shock that raced through my body be displayed clearly on my face.
"I want you to destroy Nagito Komaeda for me – in every way possible,"
My eyes widened even further that they threatened to fall out of their sockets, yet my mouth remained a firm line in the face of the boss. Junko had retracted her hand, crossed arms waiting patiently for what I had to say with searching eyes.
"D-destroy?" I stuttered out, "You mean…kill? Torture this Nagito person?" Junko shook her head slowly.
"Destroy as in destroy, Hinata. Emotionally and physically, no questions asked," She raised an eyebrow, "You did just say you'd do anything for me, didn't you?" I nodded stiffly, still vaguely unsure of her instructions.
"So what is it you're exactly asking me to do?" I asked, although some part of me already knew what she meant. Her usual smirk spread to her face.
"I want you to make Nagito Komaeda fall in love with you," she spoke with relish, "And then kill him,".