MMIshimaru walked along the deserted sidewalk, avoiding various pieces of garbage scattered along the way. He frowned as he looked around at the despair ridden foreign world. Hooligans and convicts were running around everywhere without a care, screaming and hollering about irrelevant things as they pillaged and killed random innocent bystanders.

It made the monochrome dictator sick.

He was absolutely disgusted on how this Mastermind threw their world into despair. Chaos, nothing but complete and total anarchy. No order whatsoever.

His world was enveloped by despair too, that's why he left it in search of another. It was fun to dictate a world for a while but then he'd get the craving for more. He'd lust after the drive he'd get out of watching new victims hopes shatter under the leather of his shiny black boots.

His world was filled to the brim with delicious despair, hidden in the form of strict rules, continuous routines, and pointless lives. He'd used his Monokuma bots, built by some rich brat he'd managed to woo, to force the entire planet into mass slavery, making them work day after day in pointless factories that served no purpose other than to make the people labor until their bones broke and their lungs gave out, until the constant daily routine of their new lives drove them mad with insanity and they lost all will to live.

MMIshi stopped when he came to the opened gates of the former Hopes Peak Academy. He bit his lip in frustration as he had done so many times before. Making a noise of disapproval, he said to no one in particular,

"I'm too late. Looks like this games already met its end."

Turning to leave this place, our dear little mastermind nearly met his end, almost being ran over by a motorcycle gang riding recklessly threw the streets and over the sidewalks. But despite almost being killed by the type of human being he both hated and loved the most, a smile came to rest on his face. Ishimaru always had rather good eyesight, and while avoiding being ravished by the front wheel of a flashy cycle, he managed to catch the face and a word off the jacket of the delinquent in charge.

His smile grew larger and more twisted as he chased after the group.

"The Crazy Diamonds," He mused to himself. "What turn of events could have caused me to become the leader." He giggled slightly. "I'm kind of digging the white hair though."

When he finally caught up, which was a considerable amount of time after they had stopped seeing the difference in their speeds, he paused to catch his breath and fix his spiky hair. Looking around, it seemed that the group had stopped to make came for the night in an abandoned warehouse.

Not particularly interested in his former Kiyodai's gang, he glanced around to find the white haired wonder he spotted earlier. He was nowhere to be seen. The dictator grunted out of irritation, considering if looking for him was worth the trouble or not, when one of the bikers noticed him. Seeming surprised, the large man walked up to him rather sheepishly.

"S-sir… what's with the funny little getup.. and your hair…?" He asked, eyeing Ishimaru up and down. MMIshi replied firmly.

"I got bored." He looked around once more, not seeing his target, and started for the door deciding it was in fact not worth his time.

"I-ishida, sir!" The same biker called. The Ishida imposter turned.

"Yes?"

The biker rubbed the back of his neck, confused.

"Weren't ya gonna… take a bath, sir? That's the reason we stopped so early, yeah?"

MMIshi walked back towards the large man with a friendly smile.

"Of course, I'm going to take a bath, I just lost track of what I was doing and wondered out here." He laughed a convincing fake laugh. "Where the bath again?"

The biker stared at the display, not sure what to make of it but not daring to question his "leaders" behavior either, he answered.

"The last door on the left wall, sir."

The dictator patted the man's shoulder roughly and left for the door without a word.

The monochrome male got to the door and opened it without hesitation. Reveled in front of him was room that resembled a small bathroom, it housed a small sink, a toilet, and a very basic tub. On top of the closed toilet lid was a pile of unfolded dusty and filthy dark colored clothes that clearly needed a wash. The dictator made a note of it and turned his attention to the tub. He saw nothing except for a pair of pale legs that were jetting out of the mountain of pink bubbles. It was easy to assume that this so called "Ishida" was the person submerged under the soapy water.

MMIshimaru closed the door firmly to where he knew his double could hear it, and continued to walk to the side of the tub.

The gang leader scrambled to get his head out of the water and the rest of his body in. With a mound of bubblegum colored bubbles still lying sweetly on his snow white hair, he stared in shock at the guy in front of him, obviously not expecting to see one with his own face.

"Kiyotaka?! Wait- No, it can't be! Yer gone, I killed you!"

He shouted confusedly, tapping on his head signaling that he meant he killed him on the inside, his spirit was gone not his being.

MMIshi chuckled, bearing his teeth in amusement.

"I take it that you are not the Kiyotaka Ishimaru I thought you were?"

"Fudge no!" Ishida yelled in response. "I'm ME! Kiyondo Ishida!" He stood up to emphasis his passion, not caring in the slightest that he was completely nude. (aside from the occasional bubble that clung here and there) "So who the freak are you?!"

Ignoring the bare skin, (as he had seen it all before anyway) he respectively answered the question.

"My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru, naturally."

The albino prefect pouted slightly, he already knew that just by looking at him. Then, as if noticing it for the first time, He pointed intensely at the monochrome uniform the dictator was wearing with a shaking finger.

"What are ya wearing?! Ya- ya look just like Monokuma!"

MMIshi giggle, twirling around proudly to show his stunned twin the whole uniform.

"Do you like it?~ I made it myself. I thought if I was going to rule the world I should at least have a proper uniform to wear."

Still pointing, Ishida asked.

"Y-yer a mastermind!? That's imposable! I killed her too! And yer me- were me, so-! So that's even MORE impossible!"

MMIshi looked down at his wristwatch and frowned.

"It is getting late and there are things to be done."

He reached over and took hold of the former hall monitors wrist.

"You also have something that I want, and seeing as you don't have a need for it anymore, you'll be coming with me."

Without giving Ishida time to answer, MMIshi pulled the nude prefect out of the bubbly tub and took hold his soiled pile of clothes in his other arm. Not that he'd need them.

When ishida blinked, he found himself inside Hopes Peak Academy, not his though, this one was still clean and not in ruin. As he was taking in fresh air to let out a long line of borderline swear words, MMIshi put his hand firmly over his mouth and his other arm around his arms and chest.

"It doesn't matter." He answered bluntly, as if he knew the prefect was going to ask 'where are we?'.

The dictator dragged the struggling unclothed boy into "his" former dorm room and locked the door. The room was empty, and upon look at the clock he found why, it was morning. He smiled, all his classmates should be in the dining room right now eating breakfast, all with a few exceptions, which were probably in the library.

The monochrome Taka let his counterpart go, watching him scramble into a fairly believable fighting stance.

"Whad'a ya think yer doing!? Kidnapping me and taking me ta' some public place with yer magical teddy bear powers when my junks all hanging out! Yer insane! How'd the freak you'd even do that? And whad'a ya mean I have something to that ya wan-"

"All your classmates are dead, right?"

The white haired prefect froze, his mouth snapping shut.

Seemingly confirming his question the dictator continued with another.

"Kiyodai too? Mondo I mean, you wouldn't have his jacket if he wasn't." MMIshi smiled cruelly, holding up the dirty biker jacket and letting all the other articles fall to the floor.

Ishida clenched his teeth and flew at the dictator in a fit of rage.

"GIVE IT BACK!" He screamed.

MMIshimaru grinned as he threw the jacket aside, catching the enraged prefect and twisting his arm behind his back painfully, shoving his head down as far as it would go so he couldn't move.

He laughed sadistically.

"I bet you feel responsible, right? Thinking 'If only I could have been stronger I could have stopped him, I could have saved him' something like that?"

The sadistic dictator mocked Ishida's voice as he repeated what his inner thoughts could have been.

The flaming eyed prefect struggled to get away, but that just made him pull his arm farther back, making the bones crack and pop in unhealthy ways.

"I'm sorry to inform you but you had no chance of saving him." MMIshi said in a sweet voice.

"What do you know!" The former hall monitor yelled, flailing himself about until he had to pause for air and to give his aching bones a rest.

MMIshimaru cracked a malicious grin.

"I know enough. I can tell by that fact that you're the only one that made it out of your school alive that you did something cowardly. That's why your appearance changed. Because to do what you did you had to be someone else, you couldn't be Kiyotaka because Kiyotaka was too strong to make it out alive, he had to high of morals to kill. So you had to become someone else entirely, someone weak!"

Ishida thrashed wildly, his blood boiling out of anger and pain from the heartless words he was forced to hear.

"YOU'RE WRONG!" He screamed, the noise so shrill that MMIshi worried that the others might hear it threw the sound proof walls.

"I'M STRONG! THAT'S WHY I GOT OUTTA THERE WHILE THOSE GUYS DIDN'T! I'M THE STRONG ONE! I'M THE SUPERIOR! KIYOTAKA WAS WEAK, AND PATHETIC, AND STUPID! HE'S THE ONE WHO CRYED! HE CRIED AND CRIED AND ALL HE COULD DO WAS CRY, CRY, CRY!"

The prefect gasped for air in long shaky breathes after his rant, his heart beating faster than it ever should, tears threatening to spill out but like hell he'd let them.

The monochrome dictator, however, was delighted. He had a smile that went ear to ear. He was completely overjoyed by his twin's breakdown, such a show of despair! He was so thrilled that had decided to spend time searching for this copy of him. He was perfectly fit to complete his collection.

MMIshi released Ishida from his arm-bending grip and instead pulled him into a tight hug. The albino prefect was confused by this and tried again to get away, but he had drained himself so emotionally that he felt physically drain as well, so tried as he did he couldn't manage to slip away from his copy with matched, unused strength.

The sadist continued to embrace the wiggling albino, gently stroking his snowy hair.

"Oh, my dear sweet White, I believe I have a way to fix this for the best of both of us."

He cooed soothingly, swaying them both softly in a rocking motion.

Ishida struggling slowly came to an unconscious stop, his breathing slowed into resonance with the leisure swaying, his eyelids becoming heavy as MMIshimaru hummed quietly, awaiting Kiyondo's response with unusual patience. His body leaned into the mastermind, the sudden tranquility of it all making him want fall into a deep sleep.

"What do you want from me, Kiyotaka?"

He asked, trying his best not to doze off.

The dictator leaned his face into the side of Kiyondo's cheek affectionately before letting go entirely, making sure the prefect had his footing before he moved. He scurried away to the only dresser in the room and pulled out a fresh, clean white uniform, and handed it to his counterpart.

"Call me MMIshimaru"

Ishida took the uniform, cringing at the sight of it and all the horrible memories it brought back. He looked over at his black clothes that had been toss harshly to the ground.

"You can't wear those, they're filthy." MMIshi stated plainly, seemingly reading his twins thoughts.

The prefect frowned but did as he was instructed, not wanting to be put through another emotional rollercoaster. He slipped on the black boxer-briefs smoothly, then sat down on the nearby bed to put on the pants.

The charming sadist swiftly scooted behind the dressing prefect, kneeling on the bed and throwing his arms around his bare neck, taking in the scent of his freshly washed hair.

Ishida was weirded out by the constant skin contact that the Mastermind seemed so adamant that they kept, but didn't say anything of it. 'Just bear it a little longer,' He thought. 'Once I give 'em what he wants he'll take me home and I'll never see this creep again.'. Buttoning his pants, he pulled his boots from his pile of clothes, slipping them on, he began to lace them up.

"Hearing you tragic you outburst back there, made me absolutely sure that you'd have no objection to giving me what I want, even if you don't realize it yourself."

MMIshi spoke softly. The biker gang leader frowned, thinking that the statement "MMIshimaru" just made totally contradicted itself, but decided to hear him out and let him continue. He pulled on the white under shirt and uniform top and began to button them. He was abruptly stopped by the dictator holding his hands in his own.

"You have no one left right? Nobody in your world that you care for? I mean, sure you have Kiyodai's gang… but that's no substitute for Kiyodai, is it? The one your heart belong to was Mondo Owada, but he's dead now… Nobody could ever replace him, right?"

Ishida looked over at the dirty biker jacket that once belong to the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader, the one person he'd ever truly cared for. He slowly shook his head.

"No…. nobody can ever replace Kiyodai…" He said solemnly. MMIshi continued.

"Aha, I see. So then what you're saying is that you don't need your heart anymore, since you're never going to love some again anyway."

The albino prefect looked up at the dictator, confused. The dictator explained further.

"I have a collection, you see, of despair filled hearts from every student in our class."

Ishida's eyes widened in horror as the words he heard were spoken literally.

"The only one I'm missing is my own." He laughed. "You can see how that's a problem considering how I'm a perfectionist and the leader of the world."

The white haired male shot up and bolted for the door, but crashed face first to the ground with the mastermind on top of him pinning him there.

"Come on White, we already agreed on this."

The sadist whined, flipping the prefect over, restraining his hands above his head.

"We did not! I never said ya could have my heart! I need that ta live ya freakin' wacko!" Ishida shouted, jerking and twisting his body in a panic, the idea of his double reaching into his torso and ripping out his organ sounding far from appealing.

MMIshi pulled the un-buttoned clothing back reveling the left muscular side of hall monitors chest, slipping a small dagger from his black side boot, seductively sliding the tip of it along the victims bare skin, leavening a long red trail up to where scientist say your heart might be. He smiled.

"But you don't need to live anymore, you silly goose. There is no one in your world who loves you, he's dead. There is no 'Prime Minister of Japan' anymore, so your career's finished! And from what I saw there are no more rules to follow or morals to abide by, so your very purpose isn't even needed."

Ishida stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, believing the words the Mastermind feed him. Again the tears threatened to fall. He wasn't needed anymore.

"My gang!-" He argued.

"Made you leader because you had Mondo's jacket. They've probably already replaced you by now."

MMIshimaru countered, jabbing the blade in the boys flesh and jerking downward, leavening a deep bloody gash over his heart. Kiyondo cried out in pain, both from the dagger and the thought that, he didn't matter. Tears fell from his scarlet eyes silently as he screamed, the blade being pushed further into his being.

"And now the whole reason that 'Kiyondo Ishida' came into existents in the first place is down the drain!" The dictator laughed, joyfully watching the salty tears fall. "You're weak, disgustingly WEAK!"

Ishida shifted his blank, glazed gaze to the Mastermind. All he could see was a blurry heap of black, white, and red but he knew it was him all the same. He laid limply on the ground, the will to fight evaporating from his very soul.

"Say 'hi' to our beloved kiyodai for me."

MMIshimaru lifted the dagger out of the males flesh and brought it high above his head, staring right back into those familiar eyes.

Collection complete.