"Good Morning, Matsuda-kun!" She shouted the first thing after waking. It was far from normal to call out someone else's name as she did, but she had a feeling he would be there.
Just then, someone crawled out from her bed. The slovenly dressed figure rose to his feet, a magazine in hand as he walked over to a nearby chair. He didn't reply to Ryoko's greeting, instead fixated on the reading material
"This is the part where you greet back." She briefly considered getting the wrong guy, but he felt right.
"I don't have to greet ugly people." His eyes don't deign to move from the picture book.
"I'm not ugly! I'm cute. The cutest even!" Ryoko flailed.
"Wrong. You're so ugly that I felt like throwing up the second I saw your face."
"You haven't even looked at me!" She flustered, pointed dramatically at the rude boy. "You could at least put down that dumb book."
"Manga is more important than you. Besides, my mind's eye is enough."
"Woah…"
"Ugly and stupid. That's quite the grim future you've got."
"Are you the kind of bully who makes girls cry?!"
"Enough…By the way, who are you?" Yasuke asked.
"Eh? I'm…" She stuttered…failing to answer what should ordinarily have been the simplest of questions.
She searched through her notebook. "Ryoko Otonashi…" Did that sound right?
"Oh, it's you." Yasuke said in mock surprise.
"…You didn't even know who you were talking to until right now?!"
"You're whining but it's not like you remembered your identity either."
"I remembered you." Ryoko glowered.
Yasuke harshly closed his book, making Ryoko stiffen from the noise. "Yes, you did." He said, softly.
"Maybe my memory's coming back. Oh oh, praise me!"
"Lie down. I have to check on your condition." Yasuke slid along his chair to one the many machines occupying the room.
Ryoko laid back down, holding her notebook on top of her chest. Her gaze wandered to the Ultimate neurologist, typing on the computer. She had ample time to take in his silky hair, feminine eyebrows, masculine features before he opened his mouth.
"Stop looking at me, ugly."
She giggled. His sharp tongue was easily his most defining trait. She made sure to write it down in her notebook before she forgot.
"You don't have to put down everything in that diary."
"My brain sickness won't let me remember if I don't."
"…Brain sickness? Listen here, it's a lot more complicated than that." The neurologist explained the reason for her memory loss. Problems with the hippocampus resulting episodic memory dysfunction. Long-term personal experiences couldn't be retained, but she did keep structural knowledge. In other words, Ryoko could remember knowing how to do certain tasks but she was unable to recall the context or the period when she learned of it.
"Too loooong." Ryoko whined.
"I've explained it before. Why don't you write that down instead of the trivial crap that goes in your head?" Yasuke pinched his forehead. "You don't even know if you'll ever be cured. How are you taking your condition so well like this?"
Ryoko didn't need to think to answer the question, it came naturally to her. "I can't remember anything from before I lost like memory, so it's not like I have anything to compare it too. That's why I don't see my forgetfulness as a disadvantage...it's just a part of who I am."
"…There are many disadvantages. You don't even know if you'll ever be cured." He argued.
"I might not want to be cured. That way, I can stay by you forever!"
"…How about your friends, family and loved ones? You remember me, but what about them?" Yasuke grit his teeth. It was a rhetorical question, because she already answered it. "Most would panic in your position, but you don't even give a shit, do you?"
"D-Did I do something wrong?" Ryoko shivered.
"…No. You haven't done anything at all." He sighed, then returned to his work.
Ryoko ruminated over any wrong word choices she'd made in the discussion…and couldn't think of any. There was very little to work off. All Ryoko knew was that Yasuke was a childhood friend.
…
She didn't know a whole lot about the world.
To escape the silence, Ryoko reached for a remote, foisting it at the television perched on the wall. At the click of a button, she was directed to the local news channel. A female reporter, red-hair, short stature. A formal attire and average looks.
Ryoko observed all these trivial details immediately.
"-salvaged the remains of the aircraft days ago. For those tuning in, the plane was recently discovered near an uninhabited island in the Pacific-Ocean."
"What's all the fuss about?" Ryoko murmured.
"A luxury plane was hi-jacked by terrorists a little while back, but the aircraft's signal went dark a shortly after the terrorists made their demands. Nobody knows why and the media's made a big deal about it." Yasuke replied in an off-hand manner. Guess it didn't concern him.
Being fair, she cared less.
"According to air-sea rescue, there was a single survivor. A minor whose identity has yet to be disclosed. Our hearts go out to the hundreds of grieving families and loved ones."
"I wonder how they felt before the whole world went upside down. I'd bet on total despair." The final word rolled off the tongue.
Yasuke snatched and shut down the tv.
"I was watching that!" She rubbed her hand.
"You think you have the time? Incidentally, how do you plan to stay here with your bad grades?"
…Grades? Oh riiight, she goes to school here. "I get bad grades?"
He gave her an incredulous look. "A scatterbrain like you thinks she wouldn't flop. You never remember lectures so you're always trailing behind. I did my best to keep you around, but if you don't pick up on your studies, you're getting expelled soon."
…E-E-E-E-XPELLED!? "I can't get expelled. Do something, Matsuda-kuuuun." She grabbed his arm.
"Get off me. I already have an idea."
Sparkles lit in her eyes "Tellmetellmetellme."
His lips formed a nasty sneer.
"Glad you're interested, because I promise you'll hate it."
Yasuke's prediction was spot on. She totally hated his idea. Very, very much. Because the way to make up for her low grades was to participate in the weird study group that was still on-going.
Ryoko laments her fate, skipping on one foot; a playful gesture contrasting her displeasure. She took her time on her journey to the library, which she was only able to make thanks to the concise directions laid out by Yasuke.
Naturally, with the neurologist's personal touch.
"Go to the orange building once the main gates are in your sights… And don't dawdle…you scatterbrain." Ryoko recited his instructions.
"How are you feeling today, Owari-senpai?"
Ryoko angled her head over to the source of that preppy voice - A boy with spiky-hair, a darker shade of brown than their school uniform. He was engaged in a conversation with two others.
"Bored outta my mind. I wanna go running already." said a tanned-skin woman in a revealing white top and red skirt. Her sickly thin figure made it easy to see why she needed a wheelchair to move around in. Ryoko'd seen models with more meat on their bones. In Yasuke's magazines.
Idiiiiot. What good were dirty pics when she was right there!
"This coming from the girl who had to lose to us in a marathon before caving in?" An absolute unit in a blue jumpsuit replied.
"Us? We did that?" The mousey boy titled his head.
"You're a forgetful guy…considering beating Akane at her own game was your idea…" The larger man looked at the boy strangely. "I'm still not completely fine with the results." He tightened his grip on the wheelchair. "But things could've turned out a whole lot worse. This idiot would never learn by herself."
"That didn't count, Nekomaru." Akane foisted her finger at the brown-haired boy, who's gaze shifted between the two like he was an outsider in the conversation. "Time for my revenge match, Makoto. Race me around the track." Before Akane could escape her confinement, "Put a sock in it already!" Nekomaru hammered his fist into her head.
…Bunch of weirdos.
"Let us in!"
"Give us our money back!"
"Frauds!"
"Hope, my ass!"
Ryoko's head turns to the main gates.
Many security guards were stationed on the outside, forming a wall, an extra layer in front of the iron bars. From an even greater number of students. Unlike Ryoko's brown school-wear, theirs were a formal black. Ryoko thought they were smarter dressed than she was, but she was getting the feeling they weren't exactly elite. Kind of the opposite.
A guard with teal hair and tanned skin shoved a boy back into the crowd. An unthinkable act for security, to lay a hand on the merchandise they were meant to protect. But with how openly and unabashedly he did so…
"Maybe they aren't students." Ryoko said.
"They are the reserve course."
She twirled in a comical fashion to meet the person who'd addressed her inquiry. There she met a fair-skinned (almost corpse like) girl, with lavender hair, dressed exactly like Ryoko. All save her impressively detailed, purple gloves.
Ryoko deduced the gloves had to be custom-made; the fabric didn't look cheap neither.
"You're staring." She said, moving her hands out of Ryoko's vision, likely an attempt to draw attention away.
"I like to stare."
"…Well, I'm not one to judge." She said vaguely. She nudged her chin at the 'reserve course' "Are you interested in that lot?"
"Nope, not at all." Ryoko answered honestly.
"As expected, little else besides Yasuke Matsuda concerns you."
Ryoko blinked. Not just at the namedrop, but the implications that they were acquainted. "Who are you?" She blurted out.
The girl's stoic mask remained unshaken by the question. By that reaction (or lack thereof), Ryoko concluded they weren't very close.
"Your memory impairment must be severe, if you've forgotten me and what took place in your room a mere 24 hours ago."
…Ryoko's jaw dropped "Liar! There's no way that could have happened between us."
"Ah, so you do remember. Sorry, but I won't let you sweep the events of yesterday morning under the rug. You saw as well as I did after you woke. You along with Matsuda- "
Ryoko stopped listening. Me, her and Matsuda-kun. When I woke up!? "No No No No No!" Ryoko screamed.
"…What are you doing?" She narrowed her eyes to slits.
"You m-may be gorgeous, but Matsuda's the only one for me! There's no room a third wheel in our relationship!"
"…Stop talking."
"Yes ma'am." Ryoko stiffened at the malicious aura emanating from the girl.
"With an answer that stupid, I doubt you actually remember anything, after all." She sighed. "My name's Kyoko Kirigiri. The Ultimate detective from Class 78. I'm currently investigating suspicious activities and I believed I could find leads using Matsuda…among other things."
"I'm Ryoko. How do you know me, Kirigiri?"
"We met in the neurology lab, which you occupied and took as your room. I was interrogating you on murders-"
"I thought this was about 'suspicious activities."
"Which precludes the murders that have gone on in the school…particularly those of the committee. I had sneaking suspicions that Matsuda was involved."
Nope, I want nothing to do with this. "I don't know anything about killings. It has nooooothing to do with me!" She closed her ears.
"I'm aware. I already interrogated you, and found you were an unreliable source." Ryoko had a feeling Kyoko meant to say, "you're useless."
"…Do you remember Madarai?" Kyoko asked
"Who?"
"Check your notebook."
Ryoko did exactly that. Inside was the name Isshiki Madarai…The Ultimate bodyguard. It seemed he was after her for the murder of the student council…and he was…immortal? No, there was more. He wasn't immortal, he merely gave off that misconception, when in fact he was one in a set of octuplets.
"Freaky." Ryoko muttered. She hoped to never run into them.
"Madarai is convinced of your guilt. You'd best not let them catch you." Kyoko warned.
"Thanks for the heads up." And here's hoping Ryoko wouldn't forget again. The amnesiac's thoughts were interrupted by the loud protests of the 'reserve course' (or so Kyoko called them). "What's their problem. Shouldn't they be in class or something?"
"They're a case like Madarai. They've been spurned on by the death of the council. Or that's how the rumors go, supposedly."
"Then they are students?"
"The reserve course is just that. A preparatory division for the main course. Unlike us, they have yet to display ground-breaking talent, and are waitlisted. Until then, you could say they are ordinary people who've paid large sums to attend the academy."
Soooo…piggy banks? Talk about rough.
"So they're a bunch of wannabes with a complex." Wow, literally background fodder. No wonder they don't even have faces. "Then again, the school's kinda messed up for leading them on."
"…Interesting observation. You might actually be more tolerable now that you're like this." Kyoko said, like there was a version of Ryoko that wasn't a perfect human specimen! "Regardless, they have seen fit to host these 'parades' nonstop for days. From what I've gathered, their contempt is deeply rooted and directed at a certain person. The Ultimate Hope, Izuru Kamukura."
"Who?" Ryoko cocked her head. Wait, hope is a talent?
Kyoko studied her like a hawk scouring its prey. If she'd uttered a single lie, Sherlock Holmes would have seen through her.
"Maybe you are useless after all."
"You really said it!" Ryoko responded indignantly.
"Hmm, I'll check on you later, Otonashi-san. If something happens, call me." Kyoko handed her a small sheet of paper with 10 digits written.
Once Ryoko took it from the lavender-haired girl's hands, the other nodded and walked away. Kyoko disappeared as abruptly as she arrived.
"That girl sure is demanding."
…
What was I supposed to be doing again…oh right, the library!
"Ahem! Everyone, I have announcement to make." Kiyotaka Ishimaru said. From the extremely short period she'd spent with him, she had enough info to conclude he was an overly loud nutcase with a boner for educational correctness. His boisterous voice boomed the instant they entered, catching the attention of the small group of students, seated in a subsection within the library. "We have a new friend joining us."
Uwaaah. He was like one of those super-strict and formal teachers.
"Hey…I'm Ryoko Otonashi." She unenthusiastically waved at the group of 4 asides herself and Kiyotaka.
In the middle of the room was a small boy with darker brown hair than the school uniform, staring at her with curious eyes. Ryoko had seen him on the way. The boy conversed with two others. What was his name?...
Meh, doesn't matter.
Huddled up against him was an even smaller girl, her form barely visible behind a laptop.
On the other side of the boy was the pale, raven-haired guy with a dumbfounded expression. Doesn't he know staring is rude?!
Last was the blue hair, distanced from the others and surrounded by a fair number of textbooks. At least she had the grace to smile back.
"Otonashi? She looks just like-" The girl with the pc began
"It's just a resemblance, probably. Junko-chan and I are twins, we don't have any other siblings." The freckled one said. Ryoko was starting to doubt the assessment on their gender based on the feminine voice.
…Sister? Junko? "Hey, don't say stuff I don't understand." Ryoko fumed.
Kiyotaka coughed. "I believe introductions are in order. Starting with Makoto!"
"Why does he always pick me first?" The spiky one moaned for a split-second before picking himself back up "I'm Makoto Naegi, from class 78. The Ultimate Lucky Student."
Luck? Sounds like a rip. "How does it work?" Her question was met with brief silence.
"…You forgot huh?" Makoto looked downcast. Does he know me? "We actually met for the first time a few days ago and uh…had quite the talk."
Not again. "What were we talking about?"
"You were looking for Matsuda-senpai."
"Yeah, it probably happened then." She double-checked in her notebook and wouldn't you know it, there was a Makoto written down…and underneath were contradicting connotations. 'Dangerous' 'Nice guy, but I don't want to admit it' 'Suspiciously nice'
Make up your mind, me!
"Yasuke?" Said the short girl.
"Hey hey hey, who are you and with the first name basis?" Someone this adorable next to Yasuke was unacceptable! Even she wasn't allowed to call him that!
"I'm Chihiro Fujisaki, same class as Makoto and uh, The Ultimate Programmer. Yasuke's my friend and colleague, kind of. But he hasn't shown up to the lab in a few days." She frowned.
"Fufu. Well, I saw him just this morning." Ryoko puffed her chest, entering a one-sided competition.
"So he's okay then. That's good…I was worried something might have happened." Chihiro let out a sigh of relief. That's some needless worry.
"Is Matsuda supposed to be in danger?" Ryoko recalled her earlier conversation with Kyoko.
"N-Not really."
"There have been some really…terrible rumors going on and sudden disappearances would make anyone concerned." Makoto patted the girl's head and explained in her stead. "I'm not too bothered though, we've got Ikusaba-san to protect us."
"I'm Mukuro Ikusaba, The Ultimate Soldier. You…met me with Makoto, but you probably don't remember." She said, cheeks flushed. Hmm, that was cute too, contrasting her rough talent… Is this what they called moe gap? These girls are trouble!
"Nice to meet you, Ikusaba-san. If there's ever a threat to my life, I'll point them your way." She beamed.
Mukuro nodded.
"Please be a little more reluctant." Makoto sweat dropped.
These guys…look kind of fun. Save one, the girl isolated from the others. But Ryoko was here to study, so it wasn't unnatural that she'd sit next to the person who looked like they were working hard.
"Hiya." Ryoko sat down next to her.
The girl looked up from a sheet of paper immediately, sharply contrasting Yasuke's earlier cruelty. "Hello. I'm Sayaka Maizono, class 78. I'm the Ultimate Pop Sensation. Nice to meet you, Otonashi-san." Now there was a winning smile if Ryoko'd ever seen one. I hope Yasuke doesn't like girls like these. Begs the question…why was she sitting alone?
"Maizono-san's famous all around the country and she goes on tours. Unfortunately, that means she misses classes a lot." Makoto said, as if reading her mind. "I'd help her with catching up…but I'm not really all that smart myself and um, I might just be more of a distraction."
Sayaka shook her head "No, I'm mostly done with schoolwork. I'm busy with my other job; my manager says we need 'fresh' songs to keep drawing in the crowd."
Ryoko glanced at the paper and found no more than 3 lines written. Ouch must be a severe case of writer's (singer's?) block.
"I need to make up for missed lectures. Let's help each other out." Ryoko sparkled with amity.
"You've written songs before?" The idol asked
"Nope, but it can't be that hard."
If Sayaka took offense, she didn't show it. "That so? Then I'd be glad to have you." She brought a finger to her chin. "It's funny though…I've never seen you around. What year are you in?"
"First year…probably." She said uncertain.
"Probably? Does this have to do with your memory?" The bluenette asked, piecing together the bits of info from her introduction and Makoto's commentary.
"I'm a chronic amnesiac…apparently."
"That must be inconvenient. Sorry for asking." Sayaka apologized.
"No problem.'
"I thought I memorized the names, faces and talents of every student in our year. It's part of my job description…and I have never seen Otonashi-kun listed. What did you say your talent was?" Kiyotaka questioned.
She shook her head. "No idea."
"Not even your talent?" Chihiro reeled back in shock.
Talent was a big deal at this school huh?
"Now that's problematic. If only we could help." Kiyotaka said.
"We might actually be able to help. Since you remember Yasuke, it's not like your memories are gone, we might be able to drag them out. Chihiro's an expert on the brain too." Makoto added.
"N-Not in that way." Chihiro blushed from Makoto's praise.
Ryoko tuned out their back and forth of compliments and self-depreciation.
'This guy's super optimistic.' Was Ryoko's opinion on Makoto. Infectiously so that it made her want to go along with him. Doesn't look like everyone shared that opinion. Sayaka, who'd remained quiet, seemed like she wasn't paying attention to the on-going conversation. However, Ryoko caught a change in the idol's behavior when Makoto made his declaration. She closed her eyes and shook her head in exasperation.
Was she annoyed?
Mukuro was also flustered at the proposition, as if wanting to join in or note something of importance. Was she always so awkward?
"Um…I look like your sister?" Ryoko asked Mukuro. That seemed like a grounded assumption, judging from how Chihiro confused them.
"Yeah…a little." Mukuro answered.
"More like a lot. The resemblance is uncanny, they could be twins." Kiyotaka affirmed.
I'm a little curious about her. This was out of character for me.
Ryoko was thinking about a lot of things that weren't Yasuke…but she must, in order to stay with him.
'I wonder what Matsuda's doing now.' She rested her head on the desk.
Yasuke rested on the bed in the lab, manga covering his face and arms folded over his head. He was a man who only ever did what was expected of him, no more and no less. Some thought he was a hard ass, but a shitty childhood does that to a person. He'd been raised by a single mother. A kind, naïve woman who got duped by the man she loved. That fact took its toll on her mental health and soon she started to forget…everything…even himself.
The doctors refused to complete the surgery because we didn't have enough money. They only did as much as they paid for.
He didn't hate them for it. Meritocracy is what keeps the world going and there was no fairer principle. The neurologist had no issue being one of the cogs in that machine.
Yasuke never exerted himself doing more than necessary because he owed nothing to nobody. He would fix his mother's illness himself. Hope's Peak Academy became a steppingstone to that objective. The Izuru Kamukura project's initial success furthered his credibility and gave him clout with the committee. Oh sorry, the late committee; many of whom, Yasuke had personally disposed of - Their bodies anyway.
The neurologist spearheaded the mental development of the Ultimate Hope and his involvement meant he held sway over some important decisions. Keeping Ryoko in the school was trivial. However, he had done nothing the entire day. Not because he didn't have work to do, but because he'd lost all drive to continue when everything just seemed so pointless.
Junko Enoshima was the exception to that narrow focus. His pretty and bitchy childhood friend. Yet it was only mere days ago that he finally realized the extent of her depravity. He always knew she had a few screws loose, especially with how she treated her sister…but he still loved her. He thought there was a caring person beneath the playful malice.
Then she murdered the entire student fucking council.
Even disregarding the murder itself, the whole academy could go under if that information was brought to light of day. That means he'd lose his prestige and his resources. He depended too much on the academy and losing it would set him back years from achieving his goal…saving his mother.
And Junko would go to jail.
She knew both things…and didn't even care.
He was left with no choice…and tricked her, using the techniques he'd learned to erase Hajime Hinata, to remove Junko Enoshima's memories. Ryoko Otonashi was the fake identity born amidst the memory lapse. In a way, she wasn't all that different from Izuru Kamukura. He only hoped she didn't keep that annoying talent of hers too.
If he could keep Ryoko subdued, everything would work out. At the very least, things needed to blow over first. Keeping track of Ryoko's memories and applying 'treatment' was all he could do…and it seemed to work.
Too bad he underestimated how much of a hopeless bitch Junko really was…until hours before.
4 bodies were sprawled on the floor in the old, decrepit school building. Each in differing condition. The first was a small boy, crumpled on the ground and unmoving. If there was one oddity, it would be the position of the boy's head, 180 degrees from his front. His name was Yuto Kamishiro and his neck had been snapped and spun around.
The second and third were Ryoko Otonashi and Mukuro Ikusaba, still breathing, but unconscious state, courtesy of the sudden intruder still standing.
The last was awake…barely, a hand pressed to his stomach as a thin strand of blood cascaded from his lips.
"Do not waste my time. Among the few directly responsible for my creation, you know better than most how futile further resistance is." The Ultimate Hope stared down at the neurologist as if he were no more than walking garbage.
"I wonder about that. No parent is ever ready for how much of a fuck up their kids just might turn out." Yasuke retorted sarcastically He had come to silence Yuto – The unremarkable brat from his class – who was hanging around the redheaded idiot and looked too deep into the tragedy of Hope's Peak. Yasuke succeeded in eliminating the diminutive nuisance…and felt like shit about it.
After a small talk with Ryoko, Mukuro showed up dressed like her sister for god knows what reason. And he didn't get to find out before this pain-in the-ass came from out of nowhere and kicked the shit out of them.
"Children often take after their parents. If you refer to my involvement in the murder of the student council, you should first consider your own." Izuru said. "I understand you quite well. Killing, while regrettable, is weightless when balanced on the scales with Junko Enoshima on the other end."
"Fuck off." Yasuke spat bitterly. What the hell did he know-…fuck, Yasuke gave him Junko's talent.
"She would have killed you."
…Yasuke went silent, his mind reeling from what he'd just heard.
"W-What?" He muttered unintelligibly.
"Her ultimate agenda was to grant herself and you despair through betrayal and your demise."
"Bullshit!"
Izuru pointed at Mukuro, as if there was some clear meaning about the soldier masquerading as Junko. "She'd long seen through your scheme and already drove you to the point of murder. Despite knowing Junko Enoshima since childhood, you doubt she's capable of such atrocities?"
Yasuke remembered his elementary school days. Junko built a sandcastle – almost literally– of the Sagrada Familia Church. It was such an amazing construct that neighbours marveled over the month-long work. Yet, just before completion, the craft had been destroyed. Yasuke searched everywhere for the culprit in a rage. What kind of monster would destroy a work of art, that a little girl had devoted herself to creating?
And wouldn't you know it, right when he'd given up, Junko confessed to having destroyed the sandcastle herself.
She'd used him as a toy.
"You thought you were special, thus safe? Think again. Because you are worthwhile, she would go to excessive lengths to bring you despair." Izuru said.
…
"What do you want?" Yasuke said in a meek voice that disgusted even him. That's what happens when the one you love turns out to be a cunt.
"Your cooperation."
"…If you think I'm going along with some revenge plot, you're dead wrong." Yasuke snarled.
"I don't intend to harm Enoshima. I want her, at least for the mean time, to remain exactly the way she is. You may then monitor her progress."
Yasuke's eyes widened.
"Protecting Enoshima is impossible, not as long as she has free will." The greatest danger to that idiot is, and has always been, herself. Yasuke knew that better than anyone.
" This way you'll be able to thwart her doomsday agenda and keep her safe…for the meantime. Isn't that what you've been plotting all along anyway? With my assistance, you'll have a greater chance of success this time around." Izuru said.
"And if I refuse?"
"A minor inconvenience, for I am also the Ultimate Neurologist. However, if I exercised that talent…what would be the need for you?"
The threat was clear.
Yasuke sounded and felt just as he had during that moment in his childhood.
"You have a deal."
He gave up.
Yasuke narrowed his eyes, dark outlines clearly beneath them, he didn't sleep at all either.
All he could think about…was how ugly Junko Enoshima was. He wasn't talking about her appearance…but her heart, damaged and repulsive beyond description.
He clicked his tongue getting off the bed. Just thinking of her eviscerated any chance of returning to a good mood. But that's what a murderer like himself deserves.
…
There was one more thing… A problem that Yasuke had initially intended to get rid off but vanished at some point in time. He never got to find out how much that pitiful person knew.
The Student Council president and the sole survivor of the killing game, Soshun Murasame, disappeared days ago. Yasuke planned to kill him but was interrupted. By the time the neurologist returned, the council president had escaped.
Back then, Yasuke actually breathed a sigh of relief. Though Soshun's disappearance was cause for worry, he was relieved that he didn't have to kill a peer he'd met in the halls nearly every day.
Sadly, Yasuke couldn't escape that fate regardless. The target had merely switched from Soshun to a classmate.
"Ha…hahaha. I killed because of a girl who'd intended on killing me…for no fucking reason." A joke so bad, you just had to laugh. Poor Yuto.
Oh well. This entire ordeal only served to reinforce Yasuke's most dearly held philosophy. No matter who you are, what you've done or what you believe in…
Life is suffering, and then you die.