DAY TWO ; 8:37 A.M.
Kyouko Kirigiri hit the ground, pain ripping through her legs. She saw Ishimaru and Fujisaki go down as well, Fujisaki letting out a cry of pain and Ishimaru's chest heaving under his bulletproof vest and shirt. He'd buttoned up his shirt all the way now, and maybe he'd…
"Clap clap clap for Big Sis Mukuro!"
Oh shit.
Kirigiri struggled to lift her head to see Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba exit the trees. Junko strummed on a banjo – oh, she'd heard that, she'd heard a banjo, how had she been so stupid as to just brush it off. She'd thought she'd imagined it, that nobody would ever think of playing a banjo in a situation like this just because of the utter stupidity. But Junko Enoshima was another matter, and…
"We saw the little dancer in the trees," Junko said. She smiled and looked at them all. "Which one of you offed her? Was it you, big strong man Ishimaru-kun? Or maybe little Fujisaki-kun, all scared? Or was it you, Kirigiri-san? Were you the murderess?"
Kirigiri's breath hitched in her throat. Fujisaki was sobbing in little gasps, squeaks of pain emitting and little moans every so often. Junko smiled at him and then directed her gaze back toward Kirigiri.
Ishimaru had gone completely silent. Kirigiri hoped that for his sake he was dead.
"Perhaps," Kirigiri said, the word catching in her throat and coming out as a croak. The edges of her vision were fuzzy with pain, and Junko clapped a few times.
"Congrats," she said. "Anyone else have any deaths they want to share? Ooh! Mukuro-chan, you list off yours."
Mukuro Ikusaba looked a bit uncomfortable, but she did as her sister asked, speaking the names in short, clipped sentences. "First Mahiru Koizumi. Then Nekomaru Nidai. Most recently Celestia Ludenberg."
"That was just a little bit ago, too," Junko said. She sighed. "That was a fun time for me. I think my big sister over here got a little jealous, just between you and me."
She leaned over so that she was face-to-face with Kirigiri, her wide blue eyes just an inch or so away.
"We played a little game," Junko said. "I'd ask you if you wanted to play a game – any of you, really – but I think it would be a little unfair. Because, see, it's so hard to distinguish moans of pain from moans of pleasure, and that would probably make Mukuro-chan a little trigger-happy. So maybe if this would have worked out better, I could have played the same game with you."
She paused.
"Though I don't know what's going on with our hall monitor over there. Mukuro-chan, I always used to say you should date him. He's got such a stick up his ass."
Mukuro Ikusaba didn't say a word.
"I thought you sort of had a crush on him, too," Junko said. She sighed. "Why didn't you go for him?"
"Because you needed me," Ikusaba said. Junko whirled around, catching Kirigiri's hip on the way, and Kirigiri sucked in a hip.
"That's right! Except I totally could have spared you for a few minutes out of the day, you know."
"You'd try and break us up."
"But who would I be if I didn't try and let my sister taste such wonderful despair."
Ikusaba shifted, and Junko snapped her fingers.
"Right-o," she said. She took a few steps away from Kirigiri and patted her sister on the cheek. "You can shoot them all now. I'm getting bored. They're so boring. Fujisaki's such a cry-baby, and even if we let them go I'm pretty sure Ishimaru'll die of shock anyway, and I don't even want to think about this little detective bitch. So just kill them."
Ikusaba nodded. She shot Ishimaru first, in the chest, and Kirigiri saw his body shake with the impact, but Ikusaba had to know that it hadn't killed him. She had to, but she just moved on. She looked at him, and since Ishimaru was lying there with his eyes closed and his head tipped back, she moved on. Kirigiri didn't know why, and Ikusaba moved onto Fujisaki, who didn't have a bulletproof vest.
She shot Fujisaki in the temple. Fujisaki hadn't been looking at her when she did it. He was probably there one moment, gone the next. And then Ikusaba stepped up to her. She looked at her, calm, and Kirigiri stared straight back. She felt sweat run down her forehead, either from the pain of her shattered legs or from the anticipation of the death that was to come.
"Why?" she asked. She was referring to Ishimaru. She wasn't sure if Ikusaba quite got what she was talking about, but she answered anyway.
"Because I couldn't do anything else," she said, and she pulled the trigger.
8 STUDENTS REMAINING (?)
On that note, Mukuro just surpassed Togami on 'number of kills' with five of them. Also, one more chapter today! I'm thinking we'll check in on a few people that we… have only really seen once this entire fanfiction, and that hasn't been for a while. They've been doing well, I guess, if we haven't had to see them, but we can check in on them anyway.