Chapter 12: Absolute Disgust

Before I wanted to settle anything with Owada and Maizono, I wanted to do something about my laptop. The benefit of having a computer wherever I needed was a necessity for me. However, I'm only good with using what's on the computer itself. I have no idea how to repair a computer, and express no interest in learning how to do so. Now there are several options in fixing it up. Most people would just send their computers to a local store to get them fixed up, but that shit is pricey and takes a while, I know that by experience. Same goes if you ship it to the company who made the computer. Even if I wanted to do that, this laptop was most likely fucked beyond repair. The thing had been snapped in half, and the screen was completely shattered. I decided to check if there was anyone at Hope's Peak that could potentially fix this up for me, and thankfully there was.

I had never met Kazuichi Souda. I'd heard from Saionji that he's a bit of a creep. When she's saying that, you can tell that that's likely an understatement. But that's just me taking her word for it, maybe he's an all around pleasant guy who's misunderstood. I brought the destroyed computer down to his room, and all thoughts of him potentially being a normal dude stopped when I saw his fucking teeth. What kind of jackass ruins their teeth like that? It was hard not to judge this guy's appearance when doing the girl act. But still, that was all aesthetics. Even with those fucking awful teeth and dyed pink hair, he could easily be a normal dude. "Could you fix my computer for me, please?" I asked. He looked at the laptop in confusion, likely doubting that salvaging something this broken was even possible. "This looks like it's completely broken, but I'll see what I can do." he said, taking it.

We both walked in to his room together. "There's no guarantee that this will work. I almost never work with computers, and when I do, it's usually minor. This, though. How do you even break something this bad?" he asked. I obviously wasn't going to say that Junko Enoshima broke it after finding out I ate ice cream with a pop star. "I-it just fell from a high enough place. What else is there to say?" I said. "How does a computer snap in half by simply falling? Whatever, doesn't matter. I'll get this fixed up." I watched as he replaced many of the destroyed parts with new ones. He stayed quiet for the first ten or so minutes as he concentrated on the work he had been given. But when he did decide to speak, it wasn't pretty. "So, uh, how's Maizono?" he asked me. This wasn't a bad question to ask, sure he was essentially treating me like an afterthought, but so was the rest of the media. Why give a shit about the programmer when you could focus in on the fact that the idol singer is gay? Or, at least seemed gay. "She's doing well, I guess." I responded back.

It was at this point Souda got an idea. "You know, I make vehicles or turn things into vehicles all the time and I never really considered having a programmer like you find a way to make some code so I don't need to control smaller vehicles myself. Make sense?" he said. I nodded. "In fact, I won't even ask to pay you if you help me with this secret project I have." he continued. This was the type of deal I'd accept, and I did. "Alright, you know Princess Sonia Nevermind?" he asked. Saionji had told me that Souda constantly lusts over her. This was going to be interesting. "I show her love and affection every single day, and she repays me with disrespect! She shoves me aside for the guy with the hamsters! What the hell is this? So I'm going to use the knowledge I know to build some missiles, bomb her wonderful kingdom of Novoselic, blame it on Gundham Tanaka and take her for my own!" he yelled. This was about the dumbest thing I had ever heard in my life, but I thought it was hilarious. It took a lot for me to not completely break character and burst out laughing. "Why would you ever do something like thjs?" I asked him.

"You don't understand. You don't understand my absolute lust for her. This has gone on for years! Years, girl! I don't understand it! How could she do this to me? How could she do this to meeeeeee?" he cried. Even with his screaming, he was somehow fixing the laptop. I could tell he was almost done, he had replaced the screen and was currently screwing it back on. I snickered at this, he was killing me with his ridiculous ideas. But I had to keep character, damn it. Actually, I couldn't even tell if I was in character or not. If the Chihiro Fujisaki most people know actually existed, he'd probably get right the fuck out of there and tell Sonia Nevermind as well as the police. I wanted to keep listening to this incel hack, but at the very least act somewhat in character. "You know what, th-that's really creepy! I can't do this!" I yelled at him. He took the screwdriver he had been working with and looked as if he was going to swing at me. "Listen, little girl. Do you want me to fix this computer or not?" he asked, weirdly calmly.

Now how do I demean him in an extremely nice and polite way? It was simple: a guilt trip. "I-I just hope you feel really bad about this! For doing something this malicious with romantic intent! I'd feel horrible if I were you." I yelled at him. I crossed my arms and even let a few tears come out. Souda looked at me, then had a look of disgust on his face, probably disgusted at what he had let himself to be. "Well, I'm sorry. I won't do anything like that. Thank you." he said. He fixed up the computer and gave it back to me. I had done a good deed, who would have thought?

I went back to my room so I could see if it would actually work. When I got back, it was pitch black. Wasn't sure why it was so dark, until I heard a familiar voice. "Fujisakiiii, I'm heeere for you." she said. It was Maizono. "I'm all ready for you on the bed, hehe." she continued. She came uninvited, but I didn't care. It was the perfect erotic scenario. I grinned as I turned on the light. On the bed definitely wasn't Sayaka Maizono. It was the Imposter dressed up as Sayaka Maizono. To make it worse, he was even wearing nothing but a bra and panties. There was visible grease on him. It was up there with naked Yamada as one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in my life. "Jesus fucking Christ, Imposter, this is one of the most disgusting things I've ever laid my eyes on! Why would you do such a horrible thing?" I yelled at him. I nearly threw up at the sight of him. "Imposter? What impo- oh, alright. I won't play dumb. Even I feel disgusting in this." he said. It was horrible, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and had to truly process it. "Why? Why do you always have to do the most gross shit in my fucking bed?" I asked him.

"Are you implying that Master Enoshima is disgusting?" he asked. I looked at him in shock once again. "Master? You call her master Enoshima? Please tell me this is another act." I said. He stood up from the bed. "I love Master Enoshima. I pledge my loyalty to her. I don't believe you get how damn pleasing it was to be inside of her. She's the one person that actually cares for me. I love her, and she loves me too!" he yelled. I facepalmed. "Imposter, she doesn't love you. She loves Nagito Komaeda." I told him. He sighed and began to look very disappointed. "Yes, I must come to terms with this fact. I hope the real Komaeda never comes back." he said. Of course he said hope. I wasn't going to tell him the real deal had just gotten his balls blasted by me. Literally, not erotically, of course.

"But you still haven't told me why you did this." I said. "Oh, Saionji payed me a weirdly large amount of money to go into your room and do this." he said. Saionji again? Why was she still fucking with me? Did she think I was lying about the killing game? I didn't hesitate to call her up and see what was up. "Saionji. Get over here. Now." I said, sternly. She tried to be silent for a few moments, but I could still hear her laughing. In the background on her side, I also heard loud whacking sounds as well as moans of agony (or possibly pleasure). At first I assumed this was one of those Tsumiki torture dinners, but the moans were way too masculine to be her. "Listen, I'll come over but I don't have much time. I'm doing shit and I don't want to miss the fun part!" she said. She hung up and a couple minutes later, she arrived.

"Allllright, what do you nee- GOOD FUCKING LORD, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, YOU FUCKING HOG! JESUS CHRIST, YOU ARE DISGUSTING! FILTHY! GROSS! I ASKED YOU TO DO THIS IN HERE SO I DIDN'T HAVE TO SEE IT, YOU FUCKING FATASS!" she yelled. The Imposter was embarrassed, but he also didn't want to deal with her yelling, so he did exactly that. "Why would you punish me with this?" I asked her. "Alright, this is getting waaaay too insulting! Why are you all such dicks?" the Imposter asked us. "Shut up, you pig! Anyway, uhhh, hmmmm, I guess it's payback for you attempting to murder me, I guess? I don't know!" she said, shrugging. There was clearly something else, but I wasn't going to ask. "Wait a minute. Fujisaki, you attempted to murder Saionji?" the Imposter asked. It was at this point the classical dancer had had enough of him and slapped the fucker in the face. "Shut the fuck up or I'll attempt to murder you!" she said.

"Nope! I give up! I'm going back to Master Enoshima's!" the fat man yelled, grabbing all his shit and running out of the room. Saionji chuckled. "Master Enoshima?" she asked. We both laughed at this for a little while, and I told her about the ice cream meeting. "Maizono is kind of a bitch about that, you know? I think there are better options than her." she said. The last part was said with not even a trickle of subtly. "Don't be implying what you're obviously implying." I said. She put her hands on my shoulders and gave out the smuggest of grins. "Oh, I am. And I would also be willing to remove this kimono and fuck you like a dog right here and right now if I wasn't missing out on something right now." she said. The way she said it was surprisingly sexy, yet I somehow resisted the urge to be turned on by this. I quickly shook her off me. "What the hell even was that? Of course I heard that in the call." I asked. "Me and Tsumiki are torturing, sorry, doing 'medical experiments' on reserve course students! It's awesome!" she yelled. "You want in?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" I said, without even a thought of hesitation. I don't like reserve course students, they think they're hot shit when they're not even close to that. It only made sense to have a reserve course if it was siblings of one of the Ultimates, like what Kuzuryu's family apparently does. "By the way, did you notice that I didn't tell the Imposter that the money was fake?" I asked her. "You didn't? Great! He's going to be in for a wild surprise!" she laughed. We both laughed as we left the room and went to Tsumiki's to join in on her fun.