The End of Hope's Peak Academy: Zetsubou-Hen

by The Celestial Sky Dragon

Hope's Peak Academy was a place where the Elite of the Elite came to hone their skills. The students of Class 77 had been here for a year now, entering their second when they get word of a new student. Daisuke is a young man who feels like he doesn't fit in, even with his title. How will he handle his new life in Hope's Peak? Especially with Despair looming on the horizon? (Diyoko)

42. The Tragedy of Hope's Peak Academy

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to a brand new chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy.

We're finally at the climax of the final arc...tonight is the chapter that will set us on a course toward despair. I speak of course of The Tragedy of Hope's Peak Academy.

After finishing this chapter, I realized just how close I am to the end of this story. I am already covering the events of Episode Eight of Zetsubou-Hen, so I am literally a few chapters from the finale. It's been a wild ride...and I am not looking forward to when I reach the end of Episode Ten.

After the finale of this story, I was thinking of adding a five chapter Interlude, called Chronicles of Despair, which would be a five chapter story, focused on the First year of the Tragedy. It would cover everything that happens while Class 78 finds themselves inside Hope's Peak Academy. It would also tie some loose ends, what happened to Yamada, and Hagakure and how Junko took Kotoko out of the academy and replaced her with Mikan, and generally the entire set up for The School Life of Mutual Killing. I don't know exactly who will be the main characters, but Daisuke, Sonia and Hiyoko will not start the Remnants of Hope until Chapter Four. I also wanted to use this interlude to explain just how those three break out of despair. So if you want this, let me know, I'll most likely write it anyway.

This arc is being so fucking hard on me...I'm having to do things to my oc that I never thought would happen...but I knew what I got myself into when I wrote this story. We all watched Daisuke's journey, and how he was able to tame Hiyoko's heart, and win Sonia's with kindness, so I suppose we have to watch as his world breaks apart around him, and he finds himself in the epicenter of it all. It isn't going to be a good ending, at least for me...it's going to be an ending of Despair...or rather the end of the beginning.

So, without further stalling, I shall give you what you ask for...here is Chapter 42 of The End of Hope's Peak Academy...

The End of Hope's Peak Academy

Zetsubou-Hen

Chapter 42

The Tragedy of Hope's Peak Academy

Daisuke frowned as he looked out the window. It was raining today, the clouds swirling high in the sky, were dumping their sorrows on the world below. It would be raining for the next few hours, clearing up in the late afternoon. He didn't mind it though, it was early late July, and it rained quite a lot. A few days had passed since Class 79's Entrance Ceremony, and the new students had settled into the academy. His sister had hung out a lot with his classmates, but had wanted to hang out with her new friends more. Apparently, she had struck an odd friendship with Sonia's brother Ashton, aside from Misa. She had also been talking to Tsubaki and Takashi, who had also joined the academy. He was happy to see she was making friends.

But no matter how happy he seemed on the outside, he wasn't on the inside. Everything was swirling around him, becoming a large mass of uncertainty. He had been pondering everything Chisa had told him about the Project. She had given him a flash drive with information on it, meant to be taken to Hisashi and Kyoko, of course he ended up accessing said information, seeing the results of the Izuru Kamukura Project. The fact that the project had entered its testing phase didn't really ease his mind. He had been discussing a lot of things with the Kirigiri Siblings, but they had come to a standstill. They hadn't found any more information, making them all grow a bit worried. They didn't know what was going on within the academy, and the staff hadn't let anything slip. Security had been getting a bit tighter too, making it almost impossible to sneak around. In fact, Kyoko had told him and Hisashi to stop searching around, in case they were to get caught. None of them knew what the Steering Committee would to to them should they get caught. This was something that the Headmaster himself had ordered, so that was the end of that.

Of course that didn't stop Daisuke from wondering around and "accidentally" stumbling into something. He had only found out one bit of information, the Trustee that had gone missing, had been found by his wife. According to the report, his throat and stomach had been melted with boiling water, and his eye had been gauged out with a burning spoon. Aside from that, no one knew who killed him or for what reason. But it didn't take a scientist to figure out why he was killed.

It had all been revolving around that project, and he truthfully didn't know what the future held. His friends were acting the same as normal, so he couldn't really do anything. He made his best to act like he normally did, but it was hard to fool people. Sonia and Hiyoko had been suspecting something and Chiaki outright asked him what was wrong. It was hard when he spent so much time with those three. He placed his head in his hand, staring out the window. Since the seventh floor was where his homeroom was located, it gave him a good view of the surrounding area. It had been the first time he had seen Hope's Peak Academy's campus from high up. He could see people scurrying to get to and from the old building. Even though the new building was where core classes were being held, classes like Chemistry, Biology and Botany were still being held in the old building. The Physics Lab was also not ready, forcing the students to head back to the old building for that class as well. He had seen Emma in the new Art room, but she had said that it lacked the finesse the old one had, so she kept going back.

His eyes focused on the small droplets striking the glass. He could count each one that rolled down the glass as well, along with all of the little dots. He just wanted to busy himself, but his mind was racing. He sighed, placing his head on the desk.

"What is this...why can't I get an answer...why did that Trustee get murdered, and for what? Is he connected to the information Chisa recovered? He must have been if he was murdered and had his eye gauged out. I can only surmise Kamukura is being kept in a place with a retinal scanner. Does that mean that he's on campus, and if so is he truly Hajime Hinata?"

He looked up briefly, noticing all of his friends were staring at him. He flushed a bit and sat up, acting like nothing had happened. He leaned back in his seat, trying to play it off.

"Something wrong guys?"

"You tell me, you've been acting unlike yourself these past few days." Fuyuhiko said.

"Yeah man, what's the matter? That Jonas guy still nipping you in the butt?" Kazuichi asked.

"How did you find out about Jonas?" he asked curiously.

"You were shouting angrily, you kicked a trash can through a window, and I heard you talking to Victoria Feiji." Sonia said, listing several things.

"Alright, I've been dealing with a bit of backlash, namely one of my old friends from Ridgeway. His name is Jonas, he is also the one that fucked Sylvia and stabbed me in the back." he said.

"Oh, I remember Sylvia mentioning him back at that Thanksgiving party...what does the douche bag want?" Akane asked.

"Compensation, apparently I based one of my characters in Distrust on him. He felt insulted and has been hounding me for money ever since...he filed a lawsuit, which is why I was talking to Victoria. She assured me that there was no likeness of him within my work and he's being questioned for extortion. I might have to go to court." he said.

"How drab! I cannot believe someone so uncouth could do something as petty as that. They see someone succeed and instantly want a piece of it." Takane said, a pissed look on her face.

"You speaking from experience Stargirl?" Nekumaru asked, arms crossed as he glanced at the white haired girl.

"Indeed, when my parents handed me the keys to the Planetarium, my former friends wanted in on my work. They knew nothing of the stars, and wanted me to teach them. Apparently that was a front so that they could weasel their way into my parents hearts, so that they would disown me. Mind you I was fourteen at the time, those little trollops, worthless every single one of them." she said. Kazuichi wrapped his arm around her waist, making her calm down instantly.

"We have something in common then. One of my families rival studios started stealing our dances. They wanted their geisha to be the best in all of Japan, without having to do the work...they went as far as hiring a double agent, so they could learn our dances and teach their girls. However they couldn't copy my Ultimate talent, and eventually my father shut them down. It was still a very trying time for me." Hiyoko said, surprising her friends.

"I guess we all deal with that from time to time...I can name a few people who wanted to take credit for my pictures." Mahiru added.

"A byproduct of Hades himself, has tried repeatedly in the past to hijack my very accurate encyclopedia. He uses methods unknown to me on the World Wide Web, but I have cracked down on it and increased my magic powers into cyberspace, he has not made an attempt since." Tanaka replied, earning an eyeroll from his friends.

"Whatever the case, know that we are with you Daisuke. You wrote that book yourself, we saw you do it, so we know you wouldn't steal or base anyone off of real life." Sonia said.

"I know...all of the characters have personality traits from my dearest friends, and that I made obvious. Those characters mean a lot, because all of them evolved from my interactions with all of you. The sole fact that someone would claim I insulted their person through my work is an audacious claim in itself!" he said firmly.

"Huh? You used big words man dumb it down."

"Ugh, he said that the fact that someone had the balls to say that shit is surprising. Read a damn dictionary once in awhile!" Hiyoko snapped angrily.

"Wow, you still read my flash cards? I'm so proud of you sweetie."

"Don't start with me man, my DS is busted and I got nothing better to do. I've read your book four times already, one can get bored rather easily." she said, brushing him off.

"I dunno if I should feel happy or insulted." Daisuke said, pursing his lips.

"It's your fiancee man, take it at face value!" Kazuichi said, earning a sigh from the story teller.

"Still, I believe we should all do something together! We have really done anything since we moved into this building." Sonia said, clapping her hands.

"Yes, the board is holographic and has HDMI ports, so we can watch something...how about a movie?" Chiaki suggested.

"The Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy!" Kazuichi shouted, arms high in the air.

"Hell no, Titanic." Daisuke said.

"Yes, please we have to watch that movie." Sonia said.

"Me too, I haven't it in years!" Takane added.

"I'm down with watching Titanic, I feel like crying anyway." Ibuki said.

"Yes, it is quite sad, but Bill Paxton passed away earlier this year...it made his role in the movie a bigger impact to me...I'll go get it, I have a few copies in my dorm." Daisuke said, grabbing his new bag from the floor beside him.

This messenger bag was a gift to him from Sonia and Hiyoko for his birthday. They had forgotten to give it to him the day of, but instead made it sort of a new school gift. It was a new semester, a new school building, so he needed a new bag. It was a light blue in color, and much bigger than his last one. It had the crest of Hope's Peak Academy sown onto the front flap. On top of it, it had his name with his ultimate title and class number on it. The bag was big enough to hold his ever growing tome, some spare inkwells, quills, pens and various other things. It was even big enough to hide his Shinai, something they still didn't understand.

He politely excused himself, leaving the classroom. He looked both ways for a few seconds before turning down the right hallway. He was still exploring the new building, and it was easier to get lost in. Sadly, the elevators he had really wanted were strictly for staff members only. It seemed the Steering Committee really wanted its students to suffer the hell that was the stairwell. Thankfully, each level wasn't so painstakingly challenging to navigate. Taking a single stairwell was simple enough. The third floor of the new building was Class 77B's designated dormitory area. The entire floor held eighteen rooms, enough for every student and two to spare. It also had a large common area outside of the dorms, which served as a class hangout. They had their own personal kitchen area, which was stocked by the staff at the end of the week. It had apparently been designed after the Plaza in the old building, and it was a design that worked perfectly.

The First floor of the academy dormitories was the only one that had been altered. It had also been built with Eighteen dorm rooms, but two of them had to be shared...Class 79 had 22 Students total in a single class. Apparently they hadn't found enough students to split the class up, so five students were shoved into that class, in stead of being placed in Class 80 which hadn't been selected yet. Thankfully they had some spare desks laying around for their homeroom, something that Erika was quick to point out.

As he was walking down the stairs though, he had gotten a bit lost in thought. He didn't see where he was going until it was too late. He ended up bumping into someone, sending their things flying to the ground. Daisuke cringed, glancing at the young man before him.

He had light tanned skin, with short brown hair. He was a few inches taller than her, most likely around five feet nine inches in height. He was wearing a yellow hard hat, and had a pencil tucked behind his ear. He was wearing a light blue plaid shirt, with a breast pocket, that had two pens sticking out of it, a red one and a blue one. He wore a matching pair of khaki pants, dotted with paint. He wore a pair of yellow work boots, also dotted with paint. His hazel eyes flashed with sheer anger.

"Mind watching where you are going asshole?" the boy snapped angrily.

"I'm sorry man, I've had a lot on my mind...here let me get that for you."

"Don't you bother...you damn third years think you own the place because you are above us...but don't think you are above me!" the young man snapped, picking up all of the rolled up blue print on the floor. Daisuke glanced at him in annoyance, a look of familiarity flashing on his face.

He had seen this young man at the Entrance Ceremony. He was a transfer student from America, Morning Hope Academy in Nebraska. He was known as the Ultimate Architect, Bryce Kotenok. The boy was one of the rude students, his sister had already told him about it. The boy apparently had Russian roots but was born in America. He was held in high regard because he had designed monuments in the past. Rumor had it that he had been the one to design New Hope's Peak Academy from top to bottom. The results showed, and if it was true, then he truly was a great architect.

"Are you going to keep staring at me asshat? If not then move out of my way."

"Hey man, I have no idea what bit you in the ass, but don't think you can get away with talking like that to me. I heard from my sister that you insulted her and her friends...so back the fuck off." Daisuke said.

"Oh yeah, that so? Did you know your sister is a total slut? She walks around shaking her ass, practically begging all the guys to fuck her. One of these days it might be me."

Daisuke reacted before he even knew what happened. All he saw was Bryce's head snapping back as he had rapidly punched him. Droplets of blood fell to the ground as the boy slammed into the wall. Before he could react he threw another punch at him, slamming his fist into his left cheek. He pulled his fist back, about to throw another punch when someone caught his fist. He glanced behind him, seeing his homeroom teacher had been the one to stop him, and she didn't look happy.

"Is there a reason why you have hit this young man?" she asked sternly.

"Yes, this piece of shit was insulting my sister. He called her a slut and outright said he wanted to fuck her. I am not letting that shit slide!" he said firmly.

"While I do agree that he was in the wrong, we do not solve our problems with violence. We need to spread hope, not cause pain and misery." Chisa said firmly, kneeling before the boy.

"Are you alright? I could take you to the nurse if you'd like."

"No thanks, I can walk my damn self there...don't associate with me, that goes for both of you. Nice tits by the way." Bryce said, walking down the hall. Chisa sighed, clenching her fist tightly.

"I take everything I said back, I hope he gets Bird Flu!"

"There's my Chisa...anyway, I was heading to my dorm to grab a movie, wanna tag along?" he asked, earning a nod from her.

"I would love too, if I may, I would like to join all of you!"

"Sweet, I'll tell Teruteru to make more food." he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He shot off a quick text to the Ultimate Chef, earning a perverted face emoji back. He was used to getting this from the Ultimate Chef, it was commonplace now.

He pulled his keys out once they had reached the dormitories. He saw the name plates for all of his friends gleaming in the light. He also saw one for Nagito should he ever show up. Even though Hiyoko and Sonia had their own dorms, they had started bunking in Daisuke's seeing as they were in a relationship. The boy had been forced into dragging Sonia's entire bed to his room, to give them enough room to sleep on. Thankfully there were some spare king sized sheets for them to use.

Once inside the dorm, the boy walked over to his movie shelf. The bigger dorms meant there was more space for stuff. Each dorm also came with a large screen television mounted on the wall, making it so much better for when they wanted to watch something. The entertainment center was where all of his video games, movies and anime collections were, but he had used one of the spare shelves to bring his extended collection from home, along with the rest of his games, something that made Chiaki very happy. He walked over to his BluRay collection, searching for the movie.

"Daisuke, there is a reason why I decided to come with you, rather than heading up to the classroom." Chisa said, earning a curious look from the boy. He grabbed the movie case from its designated spot and placed it in his bag, turning to face his teacher.

"So what's up? Does this have to do with our ongoing investigation?" he asked curiously. She gave him a nod.

"I spoke with Juzo earlier today...you've noticed the tightness in security recently correct?" she asked.

"I have...what's going on? You're scaring me." he said, clutching his bag strap.

"He's told me something rather pressing...twenty five staff members have gone missing...all of them part of the security. He's also told me they found another Trustee crucified behind the Reserve Course building." she said.

"Jesus Christ." he cried, eyes widening a bit.

"It's taking so much out of me right now. There's nothing I can personally do, and I don't know what is going on. Someone is doing something, they're trying to get at Kamukura...but right now I have no idea if it he even exists."

"He does, that's certain...if security guards are going missing, that means someone is wondering around campus. Someone is killing them and hiding their bodies, all so they can leave the path to Kamukura open. Knowing the Trustees, they wouldn't make him easy to get, that means the one responsible has some sort of key that they are using." he said, losing himself in thought.

"I was hoping you would summarize our findings so far...I have to tell Munakata about it. He has to know what is going on."

"I already am...do you think you could cover for me while I go see Hisashi? This is something rather important that I have to share with him." he said, handing Chisa the movie.

"Of course...but what do I tell the kids?" she asked.

"I dunno...tell them my sister lost her bluebottle bonnet or something, I dunno." he said.

"I suppose...be careful!"

"I always am." he said, ducking out of the dorm room. Now he was on an entirely different mission, to find Hisashi and relay him the news.

Xxx

"So...did you like it?" Ryouta asked, turning to face the Ultimate Fashionista. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, bursting into tears right after.

"This was so moving, you truly are an artist! No other anime is going to satisfy me ever again!" she cried.

"I'm...glad you liked it...it's only an outline though...nothing out of the ordinary...gah what's wrong with your sister?" he cried, backing away from Mukuro, who was also crying.

"It seems your anime moved her too...by the way I'm about to do you a favor, so better be glad...all of this other crap has to go!" she cried, slamming her baseball bat into his anime shelf. He let out a scream as she stomped on each box set.

"My anime! What are you doing?"

"All of this low tier trash doesn't deserve to be here! This is all garbage compared to your creation!" she said.

"But...I spent so much on that collection." the boy said softly.

"Please, just listen to my sister, she knows what she's doing!" Mukuro said. She suddenly cried in pain as she was struck on the head by Junko's bat, causing Ryouta to let out another scream.

"Ignore her, she got shot twice in the middle east, kept on riding home...but she's right. You have to finish this masterpiece! But you have to tell me your secret, you put a little something something into it, amirite?"

"Good heavens no...I just used the available techniques I had picked up. You saw it right? The small minute changes in every frame?"

"I did...it make me feel so many emotions!" she cried.

"That's because of the techniques I employ...by using subtle changes in color, I can trick the visual cortex to make them see different things. The music is also made so to enrich the memories. Then of course comes the characters themselves...I want to make them feel real, so that my audience can connect with them emotionally." he said.

"So...you're messing with people's brains, but in a way that no one really knows?" Junko asked curiously.

"I supposed so...technically you could call these techniques brain washing, but I doubt anyone will know. It's like gunpowder, you can make a bomb, or a beautiful firework. I want to change the world with my anime"

Junko remained silent, a sneer working its way onto her face. She placed her hand on Ryouta's shoulder, giving him a grin.

"What a coincidence, I was thinking about changing the world too. You need to work on this full time. We need you to crank this out, put it on every television screen and monitor on this planet!" she said.

"I would but...I don't have any extra room...I try to work as efficiently as I can...my computers are outdated too...if I had some new hardware, I could do so much more." he said, a look of joy on his face.

"Hmm...okay, well me and my sister have to go...you keep on working on your stuff." she said.

"Um...alright, maybe the next time we meet I can show you a more complete version!" he said.

"Sure, okay...see you later sweetheart!" Junko said, kissing his cheek as she left the room. Mukuro groaned, dragging herself after her sister, at least it had stopped raining.

xxx

"Muku, have you amassed the files yet?" Junko asked, calmly eating her fruit salad. She was in the New building cafeteria, at a table away from everyone else. She could see various students from many classes intermingled, all of them chatting amiably.

"Indeed I have, they are in the secret room, as I said before." she said firmly.

"Oh right, I must have forgotten...it's been rather taxing these last few days...but I think we can set this plan in motion...I want you to start packing Ryouta Mitarai's things for him. I want him to start working right away, ease him into it." she said, standing up from her seat.

"Are you sure about this sis? You wish to do this now?" she asked.

"Of course goddamn it, we've been working on this for the last three days. It is the time to act, besides he's already moved into the new room." she hissed. She smiled brightly, tightening her grasp on her shoulder.

"Get it done, or I will end you...okay bye!" she said, skipping out of the lunchroom, earning the stares of everyone.

As Junko was walking out of the new building, she couldn't help but notice the bright sun outside. She had been enjoying the rain, watching the despair on people's faces when she accidentally tripped them into a puddle. It was the most fun she had in awhile. But now that it had been sunny, the puddles were starting to dry up. She started walking toward the old dormitory building, a firm look on her face. Her eyes lit up when she saw a familiar head of black hair among the crowd.

"Hey Dais, over here!"

Daisuke looked up from his phone, quickly closing it when he spotted Junko. He gave her a bright smile, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Hi Junko, I haven't seen you in a few days...heard from Sayaka that you had an accident. Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm like totally fine...I'm a fast healer and junk...what about you? Rumor has it that you got sued by someone."

"Christ, how is it that this shit flies around so damn fast?" he asked, crossing his arms in disdain.

"You know, people talk about shit that doesn't involve them...so what are you doing? I'm actually going to meet a friend and help get him into a new dwelling...wanna tag along?" she asked.

"Uh...yeah sure, I got some time to kill." he said, earning a giggle from her.

"Excellent...say I got a question about your book...I was reading it over and noticed a few things, especially with the class trials. How exactly does the voting work?" she asked.

"Well...it's all based on user input. Everyone is deliberating at the same time, once the argument has been made, and all of the evidence presented, someone has to put it together. Then they just hold a vote...if one side votes correctly, the killer gets executed, if they vote incorrectly, they get executed. Of course Kurokawa is the impartial judge, once everyones votes have been tallied up, he gets to make the final choice." he said.

"Okay...and would you say that everyone is feeling despair?" she asked, earning a look from the boy. His brows had knit together, confusion in his eyes.

"Feeling despair? I suppose so. I mean they're all watching their friends get executed, all of them driven to kill in order to get free. But there's hope in the end, before the final trial the remaining ten people managed to figure out who the culprit was. They were all set free from that horrible game of life and death." he said, a smile on his face.

"What if...hypothetically speaking of course, they got out and found the world had changed...what if they left the school and nothing was the same." she asked.

"What exactly do you mean Junko?" he asked curiously.

"Just think about it for a second, this could be a potential story idea! What if something like this was broadcasted to the world and the remaining human population was watching them kill each other? What if that caused them all to want to kill too?" she said, a grin on her face.

"It would be horrible...although I doubt the entire world would just want to kill each other. Just because they're watching Sixteen kids massacre each other inside a school?" he asked.

"Yes, but it does have potential doesn't it? It could be a lovely dream." she said, adopting a rather pleasurable look on her face. Daisuke just stared at her, not exactly knowing how to react.

"You're a rather weird person Junko."

"Eh, not exactly..we just have different views my friend...maybe you could see the world in the same way I do. One day...maybe it's closer than you think." she said poking his nose.

He realized a few seconds later that they had been walking toward the old dormitory building. He was a bit confused, especially when she ran off, heading toward the building Ryouta Mitarai was staying at. He ran behind her, hoping to stop her before she opened the door, only it was too late.

"Junko, I don't think we should be here."

"Don't be silly, this is where my friend lives!" she said, pushing Mitarai's door open. The boy glanced over his shoulder, smiling a bit when Junko walked in. He was a bit surprised when he saw Daisuke following after her.

"Daisuke, I wasn't aware you knew Junko." he said.

"I wasn't aware you knew her too...when exactly did you meet?" Daisuke asked curiously, noticing the destroyed anime disks on the floor. He frowned a bit.

"We met at the hospital...I was going in for a check up when she literally grabbed my arm. She wanted to be my friend, I couldn't exactly deny her." he said.

"Me and Ryouta here are the bestest of friends! I couldn't not be when he has this cute widdle face!" she said, pinching his cheeks.

"Ow." he muttered, rubbing his cheek.

"I...guess that's a good thing then. Meeting friends enriches our lives, and Junko is a good start. She's energetic and rather random, but she's a good person at heart...I'm glad the two of you became friends!" he said happily.

"So am I, trust me Dais...it was a Fateful Encounter!" the fashionista said, giving him a wink. He was about to say something when his phone started ringing. He sighed, reaching into his bag. His eyes widened a bit when he saw Kiriko's number.

"I have to take this, I'll be seeing you alright? Don't miss treat him Junko, he's still new to friendship!"

"Will do Dais, thanks for hanging out with me!" she said, earning a nod from the boy. He exited the building, stepping out into the outside world.

"Hey Kiriko, is something wrong? It's odd for you to call me."

"Can we please meet up? It's really important."

"Sure sweetheart, I was supposed to head back to class, but I can make some time...when do you want to meet up?"

"Right now, please it's really important."

"Does the central plaza work? I'm nearby."

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you there...see you."

"That as odd." Daisuke muttered to himself, seeing the time stamp on his phone.

He shrugged it off, and started walking toward the plaza, exchanging a few words with some students from Class 77A who had been wondering around the old dorms. Since the area was virtually abandoned, it made it a good place to do illicit stuff on campus. While he trusted his friends weren't doing anything illegal, he couldn't exactly deny he hadn't partaken in stuff of that sort. As long as they weren't being idiots, or at risk of death, he was okay with whatever they did.

"Hey Daisuke, wait up for a bit!"

The boy stopped, glancing over his shoulder, seeing Oliver running up to him. Chihiro was with him for some reason, she looked a bit out of breath, and was holding onto one of the school issued laptops in her hands.

"What's up you guys?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing much man, I just wanted to know if you had any date suggestions. Since you seem to be rather lucky with the ladies and all." he said.

"That stuff is still going around? I guess I am, though I only helped some friends, nothing more thing less. Besides who are you dating?" he asked curiously.

"Um...we are...we wanted your opinion on a couple places we have in mind." Chihiro said, opening her laptop.

"Alright what? Pull the train back into the station! When did you took hook up?" he asked.

"During the summer...my class and I ended up going to Miura Beach. As it turns out, Chihiro and her father were there for some programming expo. We hung out at the beach a couple times and I just...confessed to her." Oliver said, a smile on his face.

"We know you helped Kazuichi and Mikan out, as well as Leon and Hisashi, we just need a few suggestions, that's all." Chihiro said, a bright smile on her face.

"Hmm...well Oliver likes paintball, and Chihiro likes programming...how about you two head to the Gigolo Arcade in Akihabara? They got laser tag there, it isn't a substitute for paintball, but it's still fun. And there's a lot of technology there for Chihiro to sink her teeth in. You both win!" he said.

"That's not a bad suggestion, and we can get there in thirty minutes...if we make it to the Shibuya Line, we can get there before three."

"Okay, let's go...thank you so much Daisuke, this means a lot to us." Chihiro said, a smile on her face.

"Hey no problem...have fun, and don't anything I wouldn't do." he said, giving them a wink, as he continued onward to the Central Plaza.

He made it to the central plaza a few minutes later, sitting down on the edge of it. He only waited a few minutes, before the Ultimate Physician showed up.

She looked nervous, unlike her normal self. She was more upbeat, especially after the summer trip they had taken. She had been quite happy after that, and had even become a bit bolder during Council meetings, or so he had heard...but the Kiriko he saw now, was the one he had met all those months ago. She looked scared, as if someone had directly threatened her life. He was instantly on his feet, a firm look on his face.

"What's wrong, tell me...did someone attack you? Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No...I'm fine...it's just...I'm scared." she said.

"Why, did something happen?" he asked. She nodded, digging her hand into her purse.

She pulled out a folded envelope, handing it to him. When he unfolded it, he saw her name written on it, in the fanciest calligraphic letters he had ever seen. They had even put his own letters to shame. It was as if they had been done by a professional Calligraphic Artist. He opened the envelope, pulling the paper that was inside.

"Come to the Student Council Room tonight at Nine PM. If you don't show up, we will kill your parents...and you wouldn't want that now would you?"

"The fuck.." he muttered.

The note had been made with news paper clippings, like in one of those television shows. He looked all throughout the note, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary with it. Whoever had made it, had done a meticulous job.

"Who gave you this?" he asked.

"No one, I found it in my dorm...I don't know why, but I got this picture right after I read that note...they're being serious." she said, handing him her pink smart phone. The picture on it depicted two hooded people, tied to a couple of chairs. The woman in the picture, though she had her face covered, had long pink hair, the same shade as Kiriko. He could tell that was her mother.

"Did you call the police? They have to see this!" he said.

"I can't...I'm not allowed to call them...I got a call too, and I heard their voices and screams of fear...the person said if I told the police that they would die...I don't know what to do...I'm scared, I don't want them to die too." she said, bursting into tears. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"They aren't going to die sweetheart. The first thing we need to do is figure out who is doing this...we've already touched the paper, so getting prints from it is impossible. However this has to be a student, who that is, I don't know."

"Okay...but what will I do? If I don't show up surely they'll die!" Kiriko said. Daisuke sighed, realizing she had a point. He wasn't sure if they were being held for ransom or not, since the perpetrator hadn't called Kiriko asking for money. He nodded to himself, looking the girl right in the eyes.

"Fine, I'm part of the Student Council too, maybe not a full fledged member, but as Vice Representative of Class 77B, I have to be there when Chiaki can't. That means I get a free pass to whatever this shit is...so we'll go together." he said.

"Are you sure about this? I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, you're a precious friend." she said.

"I know, but it's my responsibility to make sure you're safe. You're my friend, and we've had more than our fair share of moments. If something happened to you, I think my heart would break." he said. She teared up a bit, hugging him tightly.

"Okay...but at the first sign of danger, I want you to run...if anyone is getting hurt, it will be me...I'll be your shield." she said, a smile on her face.

"I'm not letting you do that..."

"It's okay...I'd gladly die for you." she said, giving him a kiss on the lips. His eyes widened a bit at the sudden action, but before he could react, she pulled away, licking her lips.

"Well...I can see you got your confidence back...alright let's get this done." he said.

"We need to head back to class, and not make this obvious." she said. He nodded, handing her the note back.

"Keep that, I'll need it as evidence for when we nab this guy...I'll keep you posted." he said, ruffling her hair. She giggled a bit, walking off to class.

Daisuke however headed back toward the New School Building, heading toward the Fourth Floor. He had to speak with someone, about this entire thing. He pinched his eyes as he entered the building, a pissed off look on his face. Everything around him was falling apart...the Izuru Kamukura Project, people going missing, two Trustees had turned up dead, and Hajime Hinata being the epicenter of it all. He slammed his fist against the wall, with enough force to crack the tile. He surprised himself a bit, but remembered he trained with Nekumaru every morning. He shook it off, walking toward the stairs.

"Goddamn it...what is going on? Nothing is making sense anymore, on top of everything this fucking note is tossed into the crock pot. Could this be the same person that's been offing the Trustees? If so does that mean they know about Kamukura? That's a stupid question, it's obvious they do...I need to be ready, for anything that may happen."

He reached the forth floor, walking straight into Class 76's dorm area. The first half had been reserved solely for the Student Council of the academy, so decorative plates could be seen on every door he passed. He walked down the hall, looking at all of the plates until he found the one he was looking for. He rung the bell a few times, hearing a thump on the other side of the door. He heard someone fumbling around, before the door opened a crack. The sleepy face of Ozzy was staring back at him.

"Dais my man...what are you doing here?" he said, voice sounding tired.

"I need a favor...how fast can you get me a gun?" he asked.

"You want a paintball gun? I can get you one easily, I have some stashed under my bed."

"No...not a marking gun, the real deal." he said. The boy's eyes widened...he opened the door fully, pulling him inside. He locked the door behind him, turning to face the younger man.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on with you, but you can't just ask me for a gun. You know I could get busted easily."

"Can you get me a gun, or can you not? It's a matter of life and death...I need it." Daisuke said firmly. Ozzy sighed, giving him a nod.

"Yes, I can get you a gun...what exactly do you need it for?"

"There's something going on in the academy...someone is offing Trustees, and I don't feel safe. I know that if I get a loaned weapon from someone who's talent involves that weapon, then I will be absolved of any crime I commit with that evidence. And if it's in self defense, the weapon won't even be brought into question...so I need a loan, for my personal safety." he said firmly.

Ozzy sighed, walking over to his bookshelf. He pulled out a book and opened it, pulling a pistol from it.

It was a Beretta 92fs, which had a chrome colored barrel, and a wooden handle. He pulled the slide back, locking it into place. He pulled out another book, pulling out three magazines, all loaded with 9mm parabellum rounds. He handed the times to Daisuke, who took it into his hand.

Holding a real gun for the first time seemed surreal to him. He was used to holding a marking gun, which weighed significantly less than the real deal. He took one of the magazines and loaded it into the handle, hitting the switch on the side. He checked the chamber, seeing the bullet resting within. He put the safety on, placing it in his bag. He took the two magazines from Ozzy, placing them inside his boot. The boy handed him two more magazines, which he placed inside his right boot.

"Are you sure about this man? Are you truly sure that this person is on campus?"

"Yes, keep this to yourself...but 25 security guards have gone missing...thing is, they're actually dead. Someone killed them..two Trustees were also brutally murdered. I don't know who it is, but it's someone who goes here, a new student." he said.

"You mean...someone from the incoming class?" Ozzy asked.

"I dunno...I haven't put it all together...keep this between us alright? Thanks...I owe you big time." he said, leaving the Gunner's room. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Something big is going to happen soon isn't it? I just hope he isn't in the middle of it."

xxx

It was already dark when Junko made her way through the empty academy building. She hummed to herself as she kept on walking, heading toward the other end of the hallway. The door was already open, something that she found odd, but instantly put off. She knocked loudly on the door, walking into the room.

"Wakey wakey Kamukura, how are ya doing?" she asked, hands at her hips.

"I've been waiting for you Junko Enoshima. You say Despair is something that will curve my boredom...I want to see if this is true."

"Excellent, well I got just the thing...my sister and I have set up a little demonstration for you, so...how would you like to go on a date?" she asked.

The young man followed the bubbly girl as they walked out of the building. It hadn't been the first time he had seen these hallways. He remembered being lead here by some scientists after waking up in that pod.

They had easily made their way to the Old School building of Hope's Peak Academy. Mukuro had easily dispatched the guards rather easily, not bothering to pull them aside.

"I hope you have a good reason for dragging me out here tonight." Izuru said, glancing at the blonde girl.

"I totally do silly. This is the place where I'm going to show you delicious despair!" she cried.

Izuru looked away from her, glancing back to the building in front of him. The crest of Hope's Peak Academy, he recognized it, from all of the badges he had seen during his time underground. His crimson eyes focused on the doors, instantly moving toward them.

"You had my curiosity, but now you've got my full attention." the boy said, earning a grin from the girl.

They continued walking toward the school, passing through the entrance hall with ease. All of the guards had gone outside, and had been easily dispatched. They walked up the stairs, walking through the empty hallways until they reached Room 5-C, the student council room. Mukuro grabbed the bag she had hidden in the dojo and walked toward the doors, only for Junko to stop her.

"Daisuke's here." she said softly.

"What do you want me to do? He isn't part of the plan...if he sees either of us, it'll be the end...should we do it?" Mukuro asked, reaching for a gun.

"No...you don't touch him...you don't look at him, you don't even breathe the same air as him. Class 77B is not to be harmed, you got that bitch?" Junko snapped angrily, earning a nod from her sister.

"I've grown rather bored...if this is all you wished to show me, then I will be going."

"No no...don't leave...I'll get this show on the road." Junko said, reaching into her pocket. It was a note, one she had created in case something like this ended up happening.

"Plan Beta, go for it and don't disappoint me, or you'll get killed here." the girl said. Mukuro pressed herself against the wall, as her sister walked into the room, earning surprised looks from everyone. She closed the door after herself.

"Junko...what are you doing here?" Daisuke asked curiously. He was extremely perplexed, especially with what was going on. He was rather weary, especially because of everything that was going on. He got off the railing, closing the distance between himself and the girl.

"These awful people, they kidnapped my sister and are holding her hostage. They said if I didn't show up here at nine that they would kill her." she said, bursting into tears.

"Just like the rest of us...what is this? Who's doing this?" Tomohiko snapped.

"Calm down Tomo...there's no reason for anyone to believe what they are saying...no matter how real the photos may be." Soshun replied.

"That's easy for you to say asshole, your parents aren't even in the country, why are you even here?" Asukasei snapped angrily.

"Stay calm everyone, if we start freaking out now we won't be able to do anything when they do show up." Kotomi said, calming everyone down.

"I'm scared...they threatened my little sister." Aiko added, shivering in her seat.

"This may seem sudden, but all of us out number this person right? It's obvious one person is responsible for this...so we should like, band together to overpower him." Junko suggested.

"That's a good idea, except, what if they had weapons?" Shoji asked.

"That's a good point, they could have rifles, sub-machine guns, anything that could mow us down easily." Jennifer said, earning nods of agreement.

"Actually, we aren't unarmed." Daisuke said, reaching behind his back. He pulled out his gun, shocking everyone in the room.

"Daisuke...why did you bring a gun?" Kiriko asked.

"To kill the fucker of course...he's threatening all of your families, if we take him out, then he can't do shit. If we can get to the art room, we can get some crowbars and stuff from the back room, arm ourselves in case they do show up. Tomohiko, Taro...mind keeping guard?"

"Of course...we can do that." Tomohiko said.

"Wait...why don't we all go? Safety in numbers and all." Daiki said, shivering a bit.

"No, that's what the guy wants! If we all go, then you become a liability. If you all had guns it would be a different story...I'll go alone, I can move faster on my own." Daisuke said.

"Don't...let me go with you at least?" Kiriko said, earning a smile from the Story Teller.

"You're safer here, with your friends...I'll be back. Besides even without a gun, I know how to defend myself." he said, giving her a wink.

"He's right, he battled against Peko Pekoyama and ended up defeating her...and he stood his own against Akane." Soshun said.

"You fail to mention the fact that Peko beat him fifty five times in a row before he finally got a head strike." Ryota said, earning a groan from Daisuke.

"Seriously, you had to remind me of that? You'll never let me live it down will you squirt?" he asked jokingly. He shook his head, walking toward the door.

"If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, call my girls and tell them I love them...also if you could go to my dorm and burn the stash of porn underneath my bed, I would appreciate it." he said, earning chuckles from everyone. He stepped into the hall, disappearing from sight. Junko followed after him, walking half way down the hall, when she heard his footsteps fade away, she smiled brightly, turning around.

"Commence...operation Despair." she said, giggling quietly.

Izuru narrowed his eyes, as he looked on into the room. He looked at everyone inside, memorizing their faces and their voices. They had yet to see him, due to his Ultimate Spy Talent. He wouldn't be able to be seen unless he made his presence known, something that would aid him quite a bit.

"Will he truly be alright?" Soshun asked, earning a shrug from Junko as she leaned against the board.

She snagged one of the pieces of chalk, breaking the end of it off. She walked toward the other end of the room, toward a large decorative wall scroll. She flipped it over, biting the tip of her finger, which started oozing pink blood. She smirked as she started writing a phrase in her own blood.

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind, wouldn't you say?" she asked, giving them all a grin. Mukuro walked into the room, setting the large bag on top of the desk.

"Are you the mastermind behind all this? Talk, why did you send Daisuke away?" Soshun asked firmly. Everyone started murmuring, asking each other the same questions, all of them scared and confused.

"Let's just say...he's a liability..he bought it all hook line and sinker...and so did all of you." Junko said, giggling to herself.

"Student Council members of Hope's Peak Academy. In accordance to our will, you will now kill each other." Mukuro said firmly.

"Are you insane? Kill each other...what reason would we all have to kill each other?" Kotomi shouted, slamming her fist against the desk.

"Calm down, we can't all start freaking out...if we do then they'll just..."

A single gunshot filled the room, echoing throughout the entire area. A slight splash of blood struck Soshun's cheek as he saw Kotomi's body fall to the ground. There was a hole right between her eyes, blood rapidly pouring out of it. The Ultimate Student Council President just stood there, stunned at what happened. Kiriko let out a scream, returning him to the real world.

"You have two options, you could either kill each other, or end up like your friend there." Mukuro said firmly, glaring at the gathered students.

"And just to spice things up a bit, I brought you all a little something, motivation if you will." Junko said, pushing a cart into the room.

"That the hell is that?" Tomohiko asked angrily.

"This, this is a gathering of all of your deepest darkest secrets. You'll be wishing you'd be dead when I expose these puppies." the girl replied, popping the case open.

"This is what you've won, go ahead, take a look. Embarrassing pictures, home videos, web browser history, Sex life, lack of sex life...an amazing one night stand with two other people...it's all here for the world to see!" Junko said, giving them all a wink.

"Interestingly enough, I got one for everyone gathered here! God it would be a shame if they all got out." She said, giving them a firm look. Mukuro emptied the bag onto the floor, revealing a whole mass of weapons. Shovels, knives, spears, blunt weapons, even guns. All of them fell to the floor. There was even a chainsaw among the bunch.

"You...you want us to use these?" Kiriko asked, kneeing before the weapons. She eyed the pistol on the ground, almost wanting to grab it. She knew her friends better than anyone, but she was also scared for her life.

"Guys remain calm...we would never kill each other. We're all friends, and friends stick together through thick and thin." Soshun said, earning a nod from Suzuko.

"Yes, Soshun is right...we just have to stick together...we've made memories, and became close friends! We need to make it out of here alive, to avenge Kotomi!" she cried out.

"Heh, you say you'll stick through thick and thin, but in a minute you'll be killing the everloving shit out of each other. And don't think you can call Daisuke either, because if you do...he will take the downfall for all of this." she said, glaring at Kiriko who had her phone in her hand. She dropped it to the ground, nodding in fear.

Junko smirked, turning around to hand Mukuro a song book, already opened to a song called Give me Wings. She looked at the sheet music oddly, glancing at her sister.

"You want me to sing this?" she asked.

"With feeling!" she said. The girl shrugged, and started singing the song, her voice becoming light and airy, the song not fitting the mood at all.

"What if we run? Sure they may kill three or four of us...but the rest of us can get to safety!" Daiki said. Ryota however didn't agree with his friend, and reached for the shotgun that was on the ground, holding it tightly in his hand.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Shoji asked.

"Those two girls need to die! We need to avenge Kotomi's murder...we make enough noise, and Daisuke will come back!" he said.

"Easy man...just put down the gun." Shoji said, grabbing onto the shotgun.

"Let go! Don't you trust me?"

"Hey, cut it out the both of you!" Soshun shouted. Shoji let go of the gun, a fearful look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." he said. Ryota took a step back, tripping on a pick axe, as he fell back, a sword pierced right through his body. He let of the shotgun, which clattered to the ground. He looked at the blade, seeing his own pink blood smeared on it.

"Oh my god, what have you done?" Soshun shouted, watching as Karen kicked the boy off the sword. She rose it above her head, stabbing it right through his head, killing him instantly.

"I'm sorry, they have my mom...you're all my friends, but I'll fucking kill all of you!" she shouted, slashing the sword at Soshun who easily dodged it. The sword lodged itself in the wooden desk, causing the girl to growl in anger.

Shoji knelt down, grabbing the bladed spear that was on the ground. Kiriko did the same, taking a hold of the pistol that she was eyeing before. Her hands shook as she flicked the safety off..she didn't even bother checking it, already knowing it was loaded. Taro took a hold of the MP5, shooting it wildly to the back of the room, bullets tearing holes through the walls.

"Stop it, stop it! I don't want to die!" Aiko cried, clutching her frying pan tightly in her hands. Tomohiko smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I won't let anything happen to you...I promise." he said, earning a teary smile from the girl. Her heterochromatic eyes glistening with tears. She felt a sudden stab to her chest and looked down, seeing the muscular teenager's hand covered in her blood. He had plunged a knife right through her body. He picked her up with ease, using her as a shield to block the bullets coming from Taro's gun. He sprung forward, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck.

"Asshole, you made me do this...fuck you!" he cried, squeezing the boy's throat. He kept on squeezing until he heard a snap, the boy fell limp, having died instantly. Soshun tackled the large man off of the already deceased boy, slashing his throat with a hunting knife.

"You son of a bitch! Die, die die die!" he shouted, stabbing the body over and over again.

Junko smirked as she walked down to the Data Processing room, the cameras installed around the academy showing her the live feed of the game currently going on. She turned her attention to the Dormitories, seeing Daisuke struggling to open the gate. He was pounding on it, trying to get through it. She let out a giggle, closing her eyes.

"Why bother with hope, when everything is so repetitive...sink into despair. Only despair is everlasting, the chaos and unpredictability is what makes it fun. You all will be my gate way to the world I want to create, a sacrifice that will be paid in blood." she thought to herself.

Kiriko covered her mouth, trying not to breathe so hard. She was hiding behind one of the posts on the third floor. She had tried running all the way down stairs, but had been stabbed in the leg by Daiki. She started crying, remembering the gunshot she had given the boy, right in the eye, killing him instantly. Her hand shook as she looked at the gun, smeared in pink blood, blood that belonged to her friend. She glanced to the right, seeing a gleam in the light. She instantly ducked down, just as a spear struck the place where her head was.

"You...stop fucking running!" Shoji shouted, pulling the spear free. The girl clutched her wounded leg, holding her gun upright.

"Don't come any closer! I'll shoot you." she said.

"Do it you bitch...you don't have the balls." he said. Kiriko pulled the trigger nailing him in the shoulder. He howled in pain, dropping his spear, clutching the new wound on his arm.

"Why...why did you do it? I loved you...I've been in love with you since we met...but you had to fall in love with him...that bastard Story Teller!" he shouted.

"This isn't Daisuke's fault...none of this is anyones fault...please, we don't have to kill each other. We can all live." she said.

"Tell that to the rest of our friends you cunt...you killed them...you killed them. You are nothing but a second rate whore, a useless rag that can't even wash God's Ball sack! You need to die, you bitch!"

"Shoji, you don't mean any of this...you don't mean anything you're saying...please just stop it!" she cried. The boy took a step forward, only to stop when he heard the sound of a chainsaw. He howled in pain as he felt the blade sawing through his spine. His legs wobbled as he fell to the ground, blood pooling around his body.

"Despair is filling their minds...they fall deeper and deeper into it, rooted into their psyche. It takes over their carnal animal mind, and rewrites it into something more...able. Hope can heal wounds, by Despair and turn them into something else...the scars of war cause veterans despair for years...that's the same feeling I want to give to the world."

"Karen...what have you done?" Kiriko snapped, seeing her dead friend bleeding all over the floor. The Ultimate Student Council Secretary smirked, as she pulled a knife from her skirt.

"I'm sorry Kiriko...you are my closest friend...but for my family, I'll commit even this atrocious sin." she said, running at the pinkette.

She let out a scream, shooting the girl in the knee. This didn't slow her down, as she plunged the knife deep into her abdomen. She cried in pain, blood bursting from her mouth. Karen fell to the ground, yanking the knife with her. Kiriko clutched the stab wound, making sure to apply pressure to it. She slid to the ground on her own blood, crying in pain.

"It hurts...why does it hurt...Daisuke please...you need to hurry back." she said softly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She noticed Karen, making her way to her, pulling herself to her working knee. She grabbed the knife from the ground, holding it above her head. Kiriko let out a scream, emptying the entire magazine into Karen's body. The girl fell back to the ground, blood bursting from her neck and chest. She grabbed the knife from her hand, plunging it right through her brain, giving it a twist as she did so.

"Please, forgive me...for everything." the girl said, falling back. She groaned in pain, slipping into unconsciousness.

"Even during their last moments, they see nothing but hope. But all they get is darkness, the never ending despair of death. A darkness that will smother the soul in the great beyond, erasing the life that it had once held, forever."

"If we must die, then let us die together!" Tsubasa said.

"I love you babe...I always have, and I always will." Asukasei replied. He placed his gun underneath the blonde's chin, the girl going the same. They both closed their eyes, about to pull the trigger. Tsubasa suddenly pushed the boy back, making him fall to the ground. His eyes widened in shock as she aimed her gun at him, tears streaming down her face.

"I can't die...I'm pregnant, and it's yours...I have to survive...for our baby." she said.

"What...are you really pregnant?" he asked. She tossed a pink pregnancy test at him, which hit him in the chest. He took it in his hand eyes widening as he saw the Plus sign on it. He let out an anguished cry, placing the gun to his temple.

"I will not let you soil your life...be free to live, just the two of you." he said, and with that he pulled the trigger, blowing his brains all over the floor.

Tsubasa screamed falling to her knees. She slammed her fists to the ground, crying in anger. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach, making her scream, her voice echoing through the halls. She grit her teeth in pain, reaching into her skirt. Her eyes widened when she saw blood on her fingers. She noticed her skirt was soaked in it, the pain got worse and worse, more blood gushing out from inside her. The pain subsided seconds later, and she realized what had happened. The shock of watching her boyfriend died had made her lose her baby. She let out an anguished scream, grabbing the gun next to her.

"I'll join you soon my love...I don't have a reason to live anymore." she whispered, shooting herself in the head. The bullet sailed through her frontal lobe and she fell back, convulsing in pain. Her eyes were wide open as the blood gushed out of her head. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Sosuke stood above her, a smile on his face.

"Tsubasa, you truly were one of the hottest babes in this school...even as you are dying, you are still extremely hot...now that Asukasei is gone, I can have a little fun, and if I'm quick enough, your body will still be warm." he said with a grin. He cried in pain as five gunshots filled the hall. Jennifer kicked the boy in the face, firing a final round straight through his head. She leaned over Tsubasa's body, cradling the girl's head.

"I'm sorry this happened...I'm sorry it had to come down to this. I will make this as painless as possible...when you next wake, you will be with your beloved, and all of those who have fallen on this night."

The girl just closed her eyes, not wanting to see anything else. The final thing she saw, was the smiling faces of her classmates, and the loving look on Asukasei's face, only for it all to go black a second later.

Jennifer placed the girls body down, tossing her gun aside as she took hold of the discarded pistols beside he deceased friends. She walked back toward the student council room, clutching both pistols tightly in her hands. She didn't see the two girls anywhere, but had made it just in time to witness Susuko's death at the hands of Soshun. He immediately rose his gun, taking aim at the Ultimate Historian. They stood at a stand still, both sides having weapons drawn.

"Don't make me do this Moxie...I've had to kill too many people tonight...I am making it out of here alive! I will avenge our friends!"

"How will you do that? You don't even know their names...no one will believe Junko Enoshima did this." she shouted.

"The world is filled with two kinds of people. Those that follow, and those that lead...only the strong people lead. In order for the sheep to do as their master wishes, the leader has to step up to the plate. If the Leader is filled with despair, then the sheep will fall in line, and spread the same message as the leader. I shall become their messiah."

"We don't have to do this...Daisuke is still here, he knows Junko...and I'm sure he knows the other girl as well. If we act now, and go and find him, we will be able to do something about this." she said.

She noticed Soshun about to say something only for his eyes to grow wide. She suddenly felt like she was falling. Her eyes blinked a few times as she hit the ground, trying to figure out what was going on. Her eyes widened as she saw her own body, still standing, blood gushing from her neck like a fountain. It fell to the ground a second later, more blood pooling around her. Jennifer's mind raced, as her life flashed before her eyes...she only saw white for five seconds, before everything went dark.

"Who are you...are you with them?" Soshun asked, aiming his gun at the tall dark haired man. He dropped the katana in his hand, staring around the room.

"Even though you are armed, you will not survive...I will not hurt you." he said firmly.

"You decapitated my friend! Of course you'll hurt me!" he shouted.

"I detected a 99% chance of her betraying you. She wanted you to lower your gun so she could strike. You would be deceased without my help...I shall be going now." he said, turning around.

Soshun let out a ferocious cry, running at the man with his gun drawn. Izuru turned around in time to dodge the bullet, which sailed by his face, slicing his cheek open. He quickly knelt down, slamming his palms into the boy's chest, sending him flying back into the wall. His head struck the wall, an audible crack filling the room. Soshun Murasame fell to the ground, the final victim of the Killing Game, finally subdued.

"So...how did you like the game?" Junko asked, a smirk on her face.

Izuru wiped his face, seeing a streak of pink on his knuckles. Junko zoomed in, making sure to record Izuru's face completely...the screen beside her showed her the roster for Class 76B, all of them had red crosses over their faces, save for two students that had somehow survived. Soshun Murasame and Kiriko Nishizawa, both clinging to life.

"Upupupupu! Despair is a wonderful thing isn't it? The next time you and I go out, you will be so impressed, that it will blow this little game out of the water. Nothing awaits this world, nothing except never ending despair."

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As he was about to give up hope of ever opening the gate, it suddenly flew open with a bang. He quickly ran out into the hall, aiming his gun in all directions. He didn't see anyone, not a single soul in sight. Daisuke raced toward the stairs, the familiar hallways blending into nothing but white noise as he ran up the stairs.

He cut across the second floor, racing by the pool and the bathrooms, heading up to the third floor. He slowed down, holding his gun tightly in his hands as he kept slowly walking...he passed the art room, the smell of smoke filling the air. As he continued walking toward the other end of the third floor, his eyes widened. He saw pink, all over the place...on the walls, on the floors and on the windows. He slowly started approaching the pool, eyes widening.

Karen was laying on the ground, a knife sticking out of her eye socket, several bullet holes in her body. Kiriko was laying beside her, a large gash on her side, gun still clutched in her hand. Shoji was laying on the ground beside them, his body had been sliced in half. It seemed as if the chainsaw was the weapon of choice...the Ultimate Reporter's blood was all over the floor, his entrails trailing all over the place. Daisuke grit his teeth, unable to hold back the vomit. Loud retching sounds filled the area, as he emptied the contents of his stomach.

"This...this is a nightmare...this can't be happening." he muttered.

Somehow, he made his way onto his feet, as he stumbled toward the stairs. He walked across the forth floor, seeing Daiki laying on the ground, a single bullet hole through his head. He held his hand over his mouth as he continued walking forward, heading up the stairs. He made it back to the fifth floor, making his way toward the Student Council room.

He let out a scream of agony as he walked through those doors. There was blood everywhere. It was drenching the floor, the desks, the board, the windows...every single inch of that room was soaked in blood. The bodies of the Student Council lay prone everywhere. Tomohiko had been stabbed to death, Kotomi had a single gunshot through her forehead. Ryota had a stab wound through the head, Jennifer had been decapitated. He felt more bile working its way up, and he puked all over the floor, thankfully not on anyones body. He started shaking as he dropped to his knees.

"This can't be happening...who did this...why? Why would you do this?" he shouted in anger.

He heard a groan, and suddenly stood up. He made his way across the room, slipping on the floor. He caught himself before he fell to the ground, hovering over Soshun. He noticed the blood around his scalp, and felt around his head, noticing his skull was cracked. The broken window had been enough for him to figure out what happened.

"Soshun, speak to me...you can't die too!" he said.

"Dais...run...they'll...kill...you..." the boy struggled to say.

"Who...who was it that did this? Who killed all of you?" he cried.

"We...each other...kill...Junko..." he said.

"What happened to Junko? Is she dead too, don't you can't leave me alone! You can't die on me!" Daisuke shouted, tears falling down his face as the boy fell limp in his arms. His hand quickly flew to his neck, easily finding a pulse. It was weak but the boy was still alive. His eyes widened a bit and he stood up, running out of the room, grabbing his discarded gun.

He made his way back down to the third floor, quickly finding Kiriko's body. He pressed his fingers against he neck, eyes widening as he found a pulse. He quickly took his shirt off, lifting her own and pressing it against the wound, causing her to groan in pain. He dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He dialed 110, pressing the phone to his ear.

"110 What is your emergency?"

"I need an Ambulance at Hope's Peak Academy right now. There are two students that are dying...one's got a stab wound to the side...the other has got a broken skull, hurry up they're dying."

"Whoa whoa whoa...are you a student there?"

"Does it matter, send fucking help! There are fourteen dead students, if you don't get here now the last survivors will die!"

"If this is a prank kid, you are going to be in big trouble."

"Just send someone already...the girl's name is Kiriko Nishizawa, she's seventeen years of age, and has no known allergies...she's rapidly loosing blood, I'm already applying pressure to the wound but it was pretty deep." he said.

"Just calm down, we'll get someone there in a few minutes, stay on the line until the Police Arrive."

Daisuke's voice kept shaking as he told the operator everything that had happened. It wasn't long before the Police had shown up, wide eyed at the scene in front of them. One officer grabbed Daisuke and pinned him to the ground, placing his hands behind his back. Blood was smeared on his face and shirt, the blood of his friends.

"What are you doing? I didn't do this! They killed themselves, they were forced to do it!" he shouted.

"Stop shouting you piece of shit. Look at this, this is the work of a psychotic person hell bent on murder."

"Please, it wasn't me...I was trapped in the dormitories the entire time...the Data Processing Room is where the cameras are, I'll take you there, we can review the tapes...just please save my friends." he said. He was quickly hefted to his feet, and pushed forward.

"Alright then, walk."

"Soshun Murasame is the only other survivor, he's on the fifth floor, classroom 5-C, he's bleeding from the back of his head, please help him!" he cried.

Daisuke realized a second later that he was being lead out of the academy, rather than to the Data Processing Room. As he was being dragged out of the academy, he could only cry. At least he had taken the time to wipe his prints off the gun he had left behind and had tossed the magazines as well. It wasn't long before he was chained up inside a Police Transport, and was taken to the local precinct the blood of his friends still smeared over his body.