This entire thing was meant to be a twoshot but I realized I could fit a chapter 1.5 in here as an apology.

Apologies and excuses for the one and a half year delay are on my profile page, if you want to read them.

Also, gore and mild sexual situations. Just in case.

Take aim.

"Enoshima-san."

"Just call me Junko," she said, waving her hand in dismissal. She kicked the body, splattering Naegi with a bit of blood. "You call Mukuro by her name, why don't you call me by mine? We're on such close terms, aren't we, Makoto-kun?"

"Enoshima-san," Naegi repeated, this time with a hint of more force. It was not an idle threat, either, considering that he could hold his own against Mukuro for five minutes. Against the Ultimate Fashionista, who would rather pick out clothes and doodle execution plans, Naegi was sure he could handle it. "Was this-" he gestured to the pile of gore and clothes that was once Matsuda Yasuke "-really necessary?"

Enoshima huffed in exasperation. "He betrayed us. He betrayed me."

"His talent might have been necessary-"

"He betrayed me, Makoto-kun, just like how Kirigri betrayed you."

Naegi forced back a flinch, but he knew from Enoshima's widening smile that she had seen.

Enoshima kicked the body aside, the distinct clack clack clack of her heels reverberating in the still air. Even without her heels she towered over Naegi, and she used that to her advantage, lifting his chin to force him to look at her. Her hand was covered in blood, and the red liquid smeared over Naegi's chin. "Yasuke was my lover, Makoto-kun, just as Kirigiri was yours. I loved him, just as you loved her." She leaned forward, whispering the words in his ear. "Tell me, Makoto-kun. Do they deserve punishment for their betrayal?"

The answer was obvious to Naegi. "Yes," he said, as Enoshima's bloodied thumb dipped into his mouth. He could taste the iron in blood and oh god, this belonged in Matsuda's body and not his. But Matsuda was now nothing more than pieces of flesh that would rot underground with not even a grave to his name. "Yes," he said, this time with more conviction.

"Good boy," Junko smiled, withdrawing her hand. Naegi knew better than to splutter and cough and wipe his mouth even though he wanted to. "Doesn't the world deserve to despair like you did?"

"Yes." He kept as still as possible. He resisted swallowing nervously. Even his breathing was subdued, for he knew the power Junko held. Junko could make the world despair. She would, and Naegi would follow her to the ends of the earth for it.

Junko pushed Naegi down lightly, and he settled himself beside Matsuda's remains. They kissed, tongues clashing viciously in a battle for dominance. Blood - Matsuda's blood - seeped from Junko's leg into Naegi's pants. He could feel the warmth, warmth he never appreciated until it left his life completely.

Naegi broke off the kiss first, panting heavily. "Do you despair now?" Junko asked, hands slithering down his chest.

"Yes." Unlike his other statements, it was not a lie.

Guess what they use as lube?

Also, is this too extreme? Do I have to up the rating?

Also, do I need to change the rating for this chapter? It's not too extreme, is it?