"What is this?!" A bratty teenaged voice yelled angrily as a high-heel boot knocked the wind out of the monochrome Mastermind, throwing him a good foot or two in the opposite direction.
The dazed albino tilted his head to look at his attacker's assailant. 'Junko Enoshima' if he remembered correctly, the girl that just kicked the hell out of the psycho dictator was known as the Ultimate Fashionista, he didn't get to know his Junko very well as she was the first executed for murdering her sister, the Ultimate Solder.
Though this Junko had the same monochrome color scheme to her clothes that MMIshimaru had, not to mention the Monokuma hair ties, she was obviously the Mastermind of this Hopes Peak.
MMIshi stood up furiously. He looked as if he was going to yell something but was instantly cut off by MMJunko as she yelled over him.
"Why is there 3 Ishimaru's in my school?! I don't know what's going on here, but seeing how you're dressed I don't give a flying fuck anyway! Get outta' my school the same way you got in, you freaken copycat drill sergeant!"
"I am not your copycat and I do not appreciate the name calling OR your foul mouth!"
"You say that like I'm suppose to care, well I don't give a shit!"
The conversation quickly turned into a screaming match between the two Masterminds.
Seeing the opportunity, Ishida clumsily grabbed the red 'hall monitor' arm band that had fallen off the bed in the struggle and a role of bandages off the counter, slipping almost drunkenly out the door.
The fight raged on,
"I'm not leaving, so that means you have to!"
MMIshi yelled, towering above the obviously smaller female menacingly. She didn't seem to care about the size difference, yelling right back at his face.
"Like the fuck I am! You're the one who's gonna get his sorry ass out of here! Right now!"
She looked around the room feveredly; her eyes coming to rest on the bedside lamp, she quickly marched over to the object. Knowing what she had in mind, the dictator didn't hesitate to follow her at the same pace. Junko grabbed the lamp; turning around with it above her head, ready to get rid of her unexpected rival. As soon as she turned MMIshi coldly stabbed her jugular with the dagger he held in his hand. His expression kept a neutral look as he followed her pink soaked body to the floor, continuing to tear another hole in her throat with the small blade. She laid there, gasping for oxygen and life, pink liquid gushing out of the wounds and the corners of her mouth as she started to drown in her own blood. She smiled, blushing as the last of her life left her body. MMIshi smiled too, caressing the side of her face, careful not to get blood on his gloves.
"You lucky girl, to get such a taste of despair," He leaned down, shutting her ecstasy filled eyes for the last time. "I'm so jealous."
"And that's what happened" The monochrome Mastermind explained simply, rubbing his face against Ishida's cheek in more affection. The albino shuddered, not in enjoyment but in the purest form of fear, he hadn't known that this man actually killed the Ultimate Fashionista. He whimpered, feeling the strongest urge to run he'd ever felt.
Taka stared at the mastermind, his mouth agape in shock.
"Ya mean… that that model chick that got killed earlier… she was still alive and set up this whole fucked up game… a-and you killed her again?!"
Mondo asked confused. He had tuned in somewhat halfway into the story.
MMIshi stood up straight, rubbing his finger over his own lips in thought.
"If I had to guess, I'd say that the girl you saw get killed earlier was her sister, Mukuro, dressed up to look like Junko. They were probably working together seeing how the job of a mastermind goes much smoother with two sets of hands, but yes, the Ultimate Fashionista was your former Mastermind! And don't worry, the air-filter is running on automatic, I changed the settings after I killed her so I could have plenty of time to play with Black and White! 3"
He said cheerfully, clapping his hands together and tilting his head in a cute manner.
Taka and Mondo had no clue what he meant about the air filter but the rest…. This was crazy.
The dictator returned to leaning on Ishida, snaking his hand down and unbuttoning the buttons on Ishida's uniform top with nimble fingers. Ishida grabbed the Masterminds hand violently, throwing it aside and knocking the sadist off with his elbow. He sprinted to where the door should have been with clumsy, frightened steps. MMIshi recovered quickly from the shove and caught up to the albino easily, grabbing him by the front of his face, his fingers digging into his eye sockets. Ishida screamed, thrashing around, trying to pry the monochrome gloves out of his skull. MMIshi struggled to keep a grip on his double. He pulled one arm up, dagger in hand he thrusted it down towards the albino gang leaders chest once again. Ishida stopped the blade with one hand, the other still wrestling with the one logged in his skull.
Taka bolted up, rushing to the skirmish. "Hey stop, leave him alone!" Taka ran up behind the Mastermind and grabbed the arm gripping the flaming prefect's face. Between Ishida's and Taka's strength, they were able to force the Monochrome's fingers out of Ishida's sockets. Ishida shoved MMIshi once more, knocking Taka back with him, and took off for the bare wall, running straight thru and vanishing.
MMIshi frowned in anger. He turned and grabbed Taka's neck with fatal force, focusing the pressure of his fingertips on his doubles windpipe. The prefect's hands rushed up, pulling as hard as they could in attempt to loosen the hands so the he could breath. No good.
Mondo charged, fist clinched and ready to crush the basterd's skull in, but was stopped roughly by hard, cold metal binding him around his arms and chest. Struggle as he might (and damn did he struggle), the metal didn't budge in the slightest.
MMIshi giggled at the sight of Mondo struggling while Taka stared in horror at the thing wrapped around the biker. If his throat wasn't being crushed and his body gasping for thin strands of air, he would of screamed. Instead, all that came out were strangled, disgusting noises as he reached his hand out to Mondo, his sight starting to fade, to swirl into a grayish blur.
Mondo thrashed harder with all of his might, his arm reaching for the prefects' as well has it could while calling out his name.
"Taka! Kiyotaka! Let 'em go you sick son of a bitch LET 'EM GO!"
MMIshi laugh loudly, tightening his grip as tight as he possibly could, his eyes glued to Mondo's desperate, angry, despair ridden face.
"Why in the world would I do that? He let White get away so obviously he was putting himself up as a replacement." The Mastermind said 'matter of fact'ly. Taka took in a few more loud, choked breaths before his eyes rolled back into his head, nothing but the whites showed as his body fell limp and his suffocated breathing slowly stopped. The monochrome dictator, let him fall to the floor with little more than a smile.
Mondo's eyes went wide, tears starting to spill unknowingly as his arm continued to reach for the limp body.
"Kiyodai! KIYODAI! No! No please oh god please NO!"
After a few minutes of uselessly reaching and crying out for Taka to say something, to give him a sign that he was still hanging in there, he hung his head, his arm falling to his side as the heavy streams of tears fell to the wooden floor, pathetically muttering a long line of 'no's.
MMIshi smirked as he smoothly strutted over to the despair induced gang leader, 'accidently' stepping on the prefects head with a heavy step along the way. He reached his hand up as he neared Mondo with the intention of stroking his cheek. The biker snapped at him, sharp canines barely missing his gloved fingers. The Mastermind recoiled his arm holding it close to his chest, he smiled with rosy cheeks.
"I must admit, seeing you like this makes my heart beat faster."
"WHO GIVES A SHIT, YOU SICK FUCK!" Mondo roared, the tears still coming strong. "You killed him! YOU KILLED HIM- YOU KILLED MY KIYODAI YOU FUCKIN ASSHOLE! I SWEAR TO CHRIST IM GONNA KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH- HOW COULD YOU!? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM!" He stopped to take in deep shaky breaths, his face quickly trading an expression of enragement for one of utter despair, a gross mixture of tears and saliva that had spilled from yelling so violently. He hung his head once more, pathetic wails growing louder as his blurred lilac eyes burned holes into the floor with their intense gaze. "…...why…. why would you do that to him…!? He never did anyth'in bad…!"
MMIshi reached up again, successfully cupping the biker's face and gently guided him to look up at him, even if he didn't really see him. The Mastermind leaned his face closer, his lips lightly brushing against the skin of the distraught gang leaders ear.
"Poor baby, how could you possibly live without your precious hall monitor?"
He mocked. MMIshi smiled, bringing his face away from the delinquent's ear to see a distant look on his face.
"My my, you sure break easily don't you~"
Mondo didn't reply, he just continued to sniffle and swallow his whimpers, not wanting the Mastermind to get to full of himself.
"W-well, yer gonna kill me aren't ya?... Go ahead… I won't stop ya, I got nothin to live for anyway. I ain't got no one to love or live for anymore and I ain't got no real future either…."
MMIshi pouted.
"Didn't I tell you, kiyodai! I'm saving you for last! If I killed you now I wouldn't be using you to your full potential, I'm not a necrophiliac you know."
Mondo clenched his teeth. "I WOULD NEVER FUCK WITH YOU!"
The dictator crossed his arms. "Whether you want to or not right now isn't my concern, you'll give into animal instincts soon enough. On a similar note, how do you like my toy?"
The biker stared in confusion. What did he mean by 'toy'? MMIshi frowned again and pointed behind Mondo, at the thing wrapped around him. He turned his head, twisting his neck as far as it would go. He felt like he was going to throw up. The metal 'thing' wrapped around him was him, or at least a basic looking robot wearing a grotesque mask of his face over its head (it even had his signature styled pompadour sewn on to the top of the flesh mask) as well as his clothes that were stain in a fair amount of dried blood.
Mondo immediately started to struggle again, trying to get away from the Masterminds so called 'toy'. Now that he was actually was paying attention, the thing holding him smelled absolutely nauseating. It reeked of rotten corpses and blood. Mondo gagged, swallowing the puke in his throat back down, doing his best from there on to breath shallow thru his mouth.
"Do you like it? I made him after I killed my Mondo. 3 He's efficient in the sense that he keeps me company and is good for self-pleasuring purposes, but besides that he's just a will-less tool that I use to enforce order."
"YOU'RE SICK!" The repulsed biker exhaled.
MMIshi sighed. "You keep saying that. Is it really so bad that I don't want to be alone? I'm sure your Kiyotaka would kill if it meant he could be with you." He walked solemnly over to the asphyxiated body sprawled on the floor and kicked his side.
"Don't ya touch him!" Mondo yelled angrily.
The Mastermind lifted an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Mondo bit the inner part of his lip as he snarled, "Don't ya have any respect for the dead-!" He choked on the last word, the reality of it sinking in to his entire being; the corners of his eyes began to sting from the buildup of tears threatening to fall again.
The dictator tilted his head and smiled like a parent before a confused child. "You've obviously never strangled somebody before."
"..what the fuck 's that suppose ta mean…?"
The monochrome sadist kneeled down and took hold of one of Taka's arms, moving it to rest above his head, then dug into his black side boot once more.
"It means, my dear kiyodai, that If want to kill by strangling someone you need to keep hold until a few minutes after they pass out."
MMIshi whipped out another small blade and in one swift motion, stabbed it firmly threw Taka's hand and into the wood below.
The room was filled with the ear piercing sound of agonizing screams.
