DAY TWO ; 1:07 P.M.
Mukuro was whining behind her. It must have made her feel good, to push her sister out of the way to save her. It made Junko feel sick to her stomach – there was so much despair in it, and it was so lovely, the way that she wanted to cry and scream was so lovely, because she did love her sister, but now there was no way that Mukuro would feel the despair.
And, well, that was hardly fair.
But she had a plan. She looked at Pekoyama standing in front of Kuzuryuu and she saw the blood leaking from one of Kuzuryuu's ears. Pekoyama stood strong, the stun baton in one hand. Her other hand was in her bag. She could be reaching for another grenade.
But she wouldn't be able to. Junko had paused the game, she'd taken a time-out for a bit to figure out what to do. And she knew what to do. What to do that would make them all feel the most despair. Because she'd been spying on these two since Mukuro had killed the others.
(And, of course, she'd seen Mukuro's face pale when Ishimaru's name was called for a death, because she hadn't killed Ishimaru she'd let him live and Junko hadn't mentioned it because Ishimaru was going to die anyway, someone like that wouldn't be able to live and the despair after waiting was so much sweeter.)
Mukuro's whining had subsided. She was still breathing heavily, in little pants, and Junko shifted. She locked eyes with Pekoyama, and an understanding seemed to pass between them.
Because while it would be hard to give up the despair that Pekoyama would feel if Kuzuryuu were killed, Junko knew that it would be less of a despair and more of a guilt. And guilt wasn't quite as tasty as despair. So she would concede. Especially since she owed Pekoyama one, for having her feel such lovely despair.
And she, of course, had a plan for Mukuro's despair, too.
So she smiled widely, the grin splitting her face in two. She smiled, and she smiled, and she smiled. And she saw Kuzuryuu scowl, and she saw Pekoyama stay still. She was holding her stun baton like it was a sword, which tickled Junko's funny bone.
"Favorite pair," she said, her voice quiet. She hefted the Uzi. Mukuro had made sure that it had enough bullets. She tipped her head back so that she could meet Mukuro's eyes. "Don't worry, Big Sis. I've got a great, great, great plan for all of this. It's the best thing. It's the-"
"Watch for!" Mukuro panted, and Junko turned to see Pekoyama throw another grenade. She jumped back, but she was still thrown by the explosion. It hurt. It hurt and her flesh felt charred. But she wasn't dead, and her legs still worked, and even though everything looked and sounded fuzzy she got to her feet. She got to her feet and she kept a hold on the gun even when she had to spread her feet wide to keep balanced. Pekoyama was advancing now, and Kuzuryuu was going away from the cliffside.
Well, balls.
There was nothing left but to point and shoot, then. So she did. She pointed and she shot, and she felt the kick, and she saw the kick in Pekoyama's side. And she heard Kuzuryuu shriek. And she heard Kuzuryuu shriek. And she heard Kuzuryuu shriek.
Pekoyama was thrown by the bullets and she nearly went over, except Kuzuryuu caught her wrist at the last minute. Junko couldn't hear anything, and she suspected that if she were to take a step forward she would fall flat on her face, so she swayed, and she watched. Her vision didn't seem quite right, it was a bit off, but she saw Kuzuryuu flat on his stomach and she saw Pekoyama's lips move. There were tears running down Kuzuryuu's face.
"Favorite pairing," Junko breathed. And she took the knife that Mukuro always had with her and that she'd stolen earlier and she threw it. She'd aimed for the wrist, so that Kuzuryuu would drop Pekoyama, but she missed. Which was a bit strange. She never missed. But it was almost better, what she did hit.
His eye. It didn't go deep; in fact, it almost rebounded, but it stuck in there and Kuzuryuu let go of Pekoyama on reflex.
And Pekoyama plummeted.
And Kuzuryuu let out a scream that was so full of despair that Junko thought she might die of pleasure.
And Junko turned to her sister.
And Junko put the gun to her head.
And Junko pulled the trigger.
4 STUDENTS REMAINING
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