So… wow, I was expecting a reaction to Kotoko's death, but like hot damn, you guys are out for blood. Anyhow, we're getting back into the swing of things. I think by either the end of February or the beginning of March we'll have wrapped up Danganronpa, and have started RWBY, and that's me not being generous. That's assuming I take more than one break during writing this to work on something else. If I solely work on this, we'll be starting RWBY by next week.
I'm honestly REALLY nervous to start RWBY because of how toxic the fandom can be, but… you know what, fuck it, I don't really care. I have my plans, and if people don't like how I take it, then by all means voice it, just don't be too negative….
I gotta stop siking myself out…
Anyways, before I end up saying something stupid, let's just jump into my response to reviews/comments!
[Response to reviews/comments]
(Qoutev) TACO SENSEI: To be fair to Izuru, which is a sentence in itself, was not taking chances. He knows how powerful people can get in a short amount of time. But, yeah, no there's no real excuse for his actions. Just you wait, he'll get his comeuppance sooner or later. And it shall be glorious.
(Qoutev) Gh0sty.C0ffe: Yeah, I should've expected this kind of reaction. Don't you worry, Kotoko will be avenged!
(Qoutev) Dead phone: Because he felt like it. I mean, he's kind of a soulless bastard, even if in this he does have some kind of emotions, and does act on his feelings. But, he's still Izuru Kamakura, and he still has morals separate from others and runs on his own personal agenda.
As for the utter catharsis of Jolyne kicking the snot out of Chinatsu and traumatizing both Kokichi and Chinatsu for it, even with not using full power (considering it would be overkill if she did) Jolyne getting smarter is, well, kind of the point. The last time she went in guns a-blazing was against Daisuke, and look what that earned her? She got her shit rocked. She's learning, and she'll get better as this goes on, after all, learning from mistakes is how you get better.
As for how D.I.C.E. will react to the forced alliance… well, it's going to be tenuous, to say the very least. ESPECIALLY GUNDHAM AND THE OTHERS. Oh boy, just wait to see that. Unfortunatly for D.I.C.E., they don't have a choice in the matter.
And yeah, I know what you're getting at. There are times when I can't even write a review for some of the stories I read, because the stuff that happens is just so jaw-dropping, and leaves me feeling things that shouldn't be possible for Fanfiction (considering I have high standards when it comes to fanfic, anyway) so, yeah, no worries!
(Qoutev) JammyJam: Wtf indeed. Smh bro, how could he?
(Ao3) ThatCatMan: I have no idea what you're trying to say here. But that sounds hehelarious.
Kolt999: Yeah, honestly it was kind of shameless how based on it was, but it fit imo. The best part was that Jolyne was holding back, and if she had really wanted to kill her, she would've used Finger Laser to basically one-shot her, lol. And, I'm glad I was able to elicit that sort of impact. R.I.P. in pepperonis, Kotoko, you shall be missed.
Now, with that out of the way, let's hop into the chapter!
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[Monica Towa]
Terror.
Pure terror had driven her at that moment. Not many things could scare Monica more than the person that she saw in that hallway, with the sole exception being her now deceased, thank god for that, half-brother and father. There was an overbearing presence following that man around, and it frightened her. It was like Jolyne's presence, but… more horrifying. Like it was… impure for some reason or another.
There was something horribly wrong with that man. Something… unnatural about him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end. It was like staring at a robot… an unfeeling, uncaring, soulless robot made of flesh and bone. His empty, red, dead-looking eyes made it all so much worse.
And then… his voice.
His monotone, emotion-lacking voice compounded that sickly feeling in her stomach tenfold. There was one thing that she could do at that moment. And that was run. Run as fast as she could go, no matter what, not stopping for any reason. And why, may you ask, was that the case?
Fear.
Pure, unadulterated fear drove her to speed ahead of Kotoko, practically leaving her to die. But, she knew that Kotoko could handle herself. She knew that she would be fine, or at least find some way to make it out of a sticky situation.
She had in the past, she could do so again.
But… was she wrong. So, very, very wrong. And it was because of that incorrect assessment, or perhaps an overt amount of confidence in Kotoko, or the severe underestimation of the horrifying man, that cost something dear to Monica.
Because, when she had come out from hiding in the girl's washroom at the end of the hall that she had locked herself in, and when she went to go find Kotoko to hopefully meet up with her… when she saw that trail of blood… and the utter amount of it… Monica dreaded turning the corner when she did.
Because had she eaten something for breakfast this morning… she would've puked right then in there. Not because what she saw was grotesque, but because it sickened her. She knew that it was a possibility, joining any sort of terrorist group meant that death was inevitable, for anyone, no matter how young…. But she never thought it'd happen so soon.
Laying in a pool of her own blood, Kotoko Utsagi sat limply against the door to classroom 2-B.
This was, in some way, her fault.
She shouldn't have run away when she did.
She could've stayed behind and helped her, even if it was futile. That was what friends were for, even if she hardly saw Kotoko as a friend. She left her to die, alone, without anyone to be by her side as she passed on.
It hurt. It hurt to see the pained expression now marred on her face for all to see. It hurt to see that she could've, in some way, prevented it. She could've at least healed her with her Hamon, or at the very least soothed the pain and freeze the bleeding so that she could at least seek medical help from that Rantaro Amami boy.
But she didn't.
She thought about saving her own ass first, rather than her friends.
And then… a heavy wave of guilt crashed over her, and it did something to her that she didn't know she was even capable of doing anymore. Not after having been beaten so often because of it.
She cried.
Monica Towa, heir to Towa Corp, and supposed sociopath cried, for someone other than herself.
She was crying, all the while holding Kotoko's lifeless husk as she did so. And she would never admit it to anybody but herself.
Even if she didn't fully see Kotoko as a friend, she was starting to get used to her company. Starting to build some sort of bond with the eccentric purplette. Yet now she was gone, and whatever friendship she might've had with her would no longer happen, all because she made the selfish choice to save herself rather than help her friend.
It was only when she felt someone lay a hand on her shoulder that she looked away from the body, and let go of it. The only reason why she did that was that she had been convinced that it was the monster who did this to Kotoko. She was seconds away from unleashing Hermit Purple to choke out the person in question, only to stop when she noticed that it wasn't the person she had been hoping, or perhaps even dreading, it to be.
No. Because instead, it was… a brown-haired teen. A brown-haired teen she had never seen before, and for what it was worth, it was… almost distracting. Why? Well, because he looked… painfully average. Even his outfit looked average. The black hoodie, the green pants, the flat face. It was all the signs of an average person.
But that look in his eyes. The sympathetic, concerned look in his eyes. It was… reassuring, even if it was only to a small degree.
He was lowered to one knee so that he was at her height level, and was looking both at her and at Kotoko's corpse. And then, he spoke, and it sounded monotone, just like that red-eyed monster, but… unlike them, it was more natural, and the inflection of actual concern was something she caught onto quickly, which only made him seem more human. "Hey, are you alright? What happened here? Do you know?" The teen asked, the concern slowly transforming into alarm, as Monica sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"I… I don't know…. I… I was running from this b-big man with b-black hair, and…. And my friend… she fell behind and… and—" She had to stop herself, lest she burst out crying again. Her breath hitched, as the boy closed his eyes, rubbing her back soothingly as he hugged her. Normally, she would've hated the physical contact. But… she didn't mind it. In all actuality, it helped. It helped a lot.
He had the touch of a kind, caring individual. Despite his monotone voice, despite his average appearance, from his touch alone, she could tell he was a nice person. There was no trickery behind it, either.
He was just… nice. A nice change of pace for once in her, mostly, horrible life.
"It's alright… I…" he paused, letting go of her as he frowned, not managing to keep eye contact with her. "I would try and use my… powers…. But it doesn't bring back the dead. I've… tried that already," the boy said as Monica bit her lip. So this guy knew magic, too? It was starting to get uncanny.
Before Jolyne Brooks showed up, she had never heard of magic, yet now it was starting to seem more commonplace. Maybe it had to do with other people with magic naturally flocking to others that had it, or some variation of it. Which would explain why she even ran into that monster in the first place. Which would also explain why she met this random plain teenager who seemingly popped out of nowhere.
But then, that begged the question of Why? Why hadn't he come here sooner?! Why couldn't he have saved her!? If what she thought was true, and if he could heal people, why didn't he— she stopped. Monica couldn't blame him for being late… it was her fault anyway. Her fault for not being there. It wasn't his fault…. It would never be his fault. He had no idea what was going on in the first place. She JUST met him, and she was already trying to find something bad about him to make her hate him.
All she was trying to do was shift the blame, and she knew it. Goes to show just how much of a shitty person she was, right?
And then, she thought of Jolyne.
She was going to be mad. A mad Jolyne meant someone was going to die, painfully. And… Jolyne was scary when she was mad. She saw so first hand when she had that outburst on the rooftop, during that meeting that Junko had called together after she said she had to report something to Jolyne.
Monica didn't like seeing Jolyne mad.
But then… an idea came to mind….
Her being mad might actually be a good thing in this case. Because if she was mad, and had someone who she could point that anger towards… she'd quickly get revenge for Kotoko…. And whoever the fool was who pissed her off, that being the person responsible for Kotoko's death, was screwed.
And with Mr. Bland and boring over here… she could potentially get that message to her quicker, and with physical evidence to back it up….
"M-My… o-our caretaker… she's going to want to know about this…. C-Can you h-help me take Kotoko to her…?" Monica asked, looking at the boy as he nodded, his expression grim. Without even questioning anything, the boy effortlessly scooped up Kotoko's lifeless body from where it was propped up, looked at Monica, then spoke.
"Lead the way."
With a swift nod, Monica stood up, sniffling one more time, and wiping at her eyes again, before looking down the hallway, and walking to where she needed to go.
"Don't worry, Kotoko…. Your death won't be in vain… after all, it'll spark the end of an era! An era that made us suffer!" Monica thought, a fiery passion behind her eyes as she led Mr. Bland and boring to Jolyne's dorm room.
[Junko Enoshima]
Junko Enoshima was bored out of her mind. But then again, when wasn't she? In fact, it was starting to become a pattern that her brain was not liking. Every time that she had any thoughts that weren't related to the current goings on within The Grey Council, it was that she was bored, or that something was stupid, or that someone or something was annoying her.
Which… come to think of it, was kind of just how she existed for the most part. Everything and anything could bore her at any moment, with the sole exception of Despair…. And even then, sometimes, as she found out, it could be too much for her—thank you Whitesnake, now she feared viscous white liquids… which out of context sounded like she now had a phobia of semen.
…moving on from that disgusting mental image, because that was something that totally needed to crop up in the mind of Junko Enoshima, what she was doing now was the only thing that could be considered more boring than watching paint dry—and even that was more exciting than this….
What was that exactly? Watching teenagers mope around and mourn the loss of a dead friend in a gymnasium, wherein the curriculum was SUPPOSED to be talent training through rigorous exercise….
Now, why was everyone moping around the place like a bunch of depressed dogs? Well, to anyone not living under a bus, or perhaps to the people who did know and were confused for whatever stupid reason they might have had as to be confused; Everyone within Class 78 had just found out that Sakura Ogami, aka The Ultimate Fighter, was found dead in the cafeteria on the first floor, having been gruesomely murdered.
Everyone except Sayaka, Junko, and Mukuro, thanks to them having the blessing of foresight and the murderer, aka their boss, telling them in the first place. So, there was that.
So, the obvious response that came from that was a metric ass-tonne of Despair oozing from everyone's pours! And while that would normally be enough to put Junko on the verge of climaxing, because that was what typically happened when she came into contact with a surplus of Despair that wasn't directly from Jolyne, the sad part was that because of Jolyne, her tolerance and acceptability level of the Despair that she liked was not enough for her anymore.
Where something like this would normally be enough to make her blush and silently giggle profusely at all the lack of hope and the overload of Despair, nowadays she found this to be subpar at best.
For once, she was going to come out and say it, she was spoiled. And spoiled rotten.
To make matters worse, though, was that Kyoko was trying to lift everyone's spirits a little bit, vowing that, as The Ultimate Detective, she'd find the killer and put them to justice.
Some real protagonist-level shit here, and it was starting to get on her nerves.
"Yeah, good luck with that, barney. They popped your head like a zit the last time they encountered you," Junko thought, glancing over to Mukuro, who was shadowboxing in the corner, in an attempt to ignore the wannabe hero of this bloated story.
Besides, she had more important things to think about.
Today was supposed to be the day when their plan was supposed to start. Mukuro was training for any CQC that would happen during the initial riot caused by the hidden message that was being placed within the song that Sayaka was performing live at Hope's Peak Academy. What was better, was that there was also going to be a music video created alongside it, which would also have a hidden message within it, and it was all thanks to a certain hidden member of Class 77 – B that she hid from Jolyne so that the plan could work.
For as much as she admired the Ultimate Mage, there were times when her emotions overrode common sense. If she found out that this certain student had been alive, he would've died faster than he could blink, and that was pretty fast. At least, she thought so, anyway, especially with how quick to judge she had become, no thanks to yours truly and her subtle influence.
But, who exactly was she talking about? Well… the person in question was crucial for everything to work. Even though the idea to have Sayaka put a hidden message within the beat of her new song was a good idea, and one that Junko fully supported and backed—she was the one who created the hidden message, after all—there was just one small hiccup with the plan.
The music video. The one that Jolyne knew nothing about.
While all of Japan, or, well, Hope's Peak Academy, anyway, would've been affected by Jolyne's initial plan, which could've potentially caused a doppler effect, Junko was not satisfied with that. ESPECIALLY considering how nuke-happy The U.S.A. was prone to being when it came to threats to "international security", so she wanted to jump on the curve before it got to that point.
How, you might ask? Well, by encrypting the music video with the same hidden message. The beauty of it all was that it was going to release globally to 3.3 Billion people across the world, and not JUST China and India—she had personally seen the analytics, and there was no way she could miss this opportunity.
Now, what was the video, you might be asking? Well, it was an animation, which was supposed to be created by a very talented third party. This third party was known as the "next Hayao Miyazaki" in terms of animation. Not much was known about them, other than they being one of the best animators known to man.
And the only person who could've fit that description was the real Ryota Mitarai, who had been hiding in the HPA's dorm system, unaware of the fate that had befallen his class.
But, the thing was, she wasn't expecting him to look the way he did. Junko initially assumed that he was an overweight otaku who had a crippling porn addiction—which the more she thought about it sounded like the late Hifumi Yamada….
Anyway, what she saw was different from what she was expecting.
The boy was sickly skinny, always wearing baggy clothing, and had bleach blond hair, though his hair was natural compared to her own. And while that alone was enough to annoy her, the thing she had noticed about him was his skinniness. Like, seriously, the kid looked like skin draped over a skeleton. It was kind of… pathetic in a way. And, for a brief moment in time, she felt a tad bit… bad for him.
Deep down in her dark heart, she wanted him to get better, despite the fact she knew he was only going to be a tool for her momentary use, he was just so… pathetic that even she and her diseased mind wished him to be better off.
Too bad she wasn't that swayed to help him, as she needed his talent moreso than the person. That being the talent of The Ultimate Animator. And as twisted as that might've sounded to anyone else other than Junko, it was the truth. She did not need Ryota Mitarai, whom she had use for was The Ultimate Animator, and his constant objections to what she needed of him had been getting annoying.
So, she told him what happened to his class, and by extension, his friend, that had been The Ultimate Imposter.
Needless to say, once Junko had told him, he became a puppet for her to use, as he was so overcome with Despair, that he had practically died, reanimated, and followed her every command like an obedient little slave. It was kind of cute, actually.
In her shirt pocket was the USB stick with the file on it, with the unreleased music track already having been added to the video, so that it could be uploaded at the same time as the concert was supposed to begin, which was supposed to be filmed all over the country. She had already prompted the upload on every social media website for around 12:30 AM GST, which was automatically set for whatever time zone the people who weren't Japanese could watch it and when.
Shortly after she had obtained what she needed from her puppet, Mukuro "popped a cap in his head" and splattered the idiot's brains all over the wall. Just in case he ever unhypnotized himself somehow. For if the plan was going to work, having the guy who could possibly reverse engineer it around was kind of a catch twenty-two, one that she didn't need messing things up.
Junko wasn't a fan of keeping information from Jolyne, especially because it felt like she was stabbing someone who was supposed to be her ally in the back—not that she didn't do that to Mukuro time and time again, sometimes even attempting to do so literally—but she was also aware that sometimes, for the betterment of the plan that certain things needed to be kept secret.
Kinda like how Jolyne was keeping secret the fact that she was from some other far-off dimension, and that somehow, knew things that she shouldn't. That was the extent to her knowledge of what she knew of Jolyne, and she was pretty sure that unless Jolyne told her more, that was all that she was going to know of the situation, so if she did find out and bring up what Junko did was wrong, she had something to hold over her head….
Well, unless she just killed her on the spot for doing so, in which case, deserved, but whatever. Not the point. The point was that she had every right to call her a hypocrite. Period.
"Yo, Mukuro, what time is it?" Junko asked as the Ultimate Soldier stopped what she was doing, reaching for her phone, and looking at the time.
"It's 11:00 AM, Onii-sama," Mukuro replied, looking up from her phone and to Junko, who stood up from the corner she had been sitting in. Stretching out her arms, she groaned as she cracked her back in two places, before yawning. "Are you tired?"
"Wow! What made you guess that genius," Junko quipped, her tone of voice oozing sarcasm as she looked over to exit the gym. "How much you wanna bet that Jolyne's gonna call a meeting right about—"
"Rooftop. Hope's Peak Academy. Now. Be there in 10 minutes or less if possible. Something… happened."
"—Now! See, I'm practically psychic!" Junko finished, smirking as Mukuro flinched.
"You… heard how angry she was, right? You don't think she's going to explode again, do you?" Mukuro asked as Junko shrugged, looking over to Sayaka, who was hurrying over to them.
"You guys heard that too, right?" Sayaka asked as Junko nodded.
"Yup! Now, let's not keep your girl toy waiting, yeah?" As Junko said that, Sayaka went beat red in the face, before storming off and out of the gym, Junko and Mukuro following close behind, all the while Junko had her trademark grin on her face.
This was going to be good.
[Jolyne Brooks]
There were very few things that got Jolyne's blood boiling. The only few things that came to mind were attacks on herself, attacks on those she cared about, child abuse of any kind, abuse of any kind, racism, sexism, and bigotry. Aside from that, she was pretty much fine with everything else. And while typically normality was something she hated due to how boring it could be, this was one of those times that she was starting to believe that perhaps venturing down this road was a bad idea.
Why, exactly, was that? Well, it was because the person whom she hated the most, for no particular reason, that being Makoto Naegi, was with Monica…. And carrying the dead body of Kotoko Utsagi in his arms. Notably, it wasn't his fault, because Monica could vouch for him. And, from what she gathered of Makoto, he wouldn't so much as hurt a fly, so even if Monica didn't vouch for him, she would've known that this was not his doing.
Despite that, though. When she held the body, the only thing that she felt more than grief over the loss of someone she had vowed to protect till the day she died, was anger. Anger at whoever could've done this sort of thing.
Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a saint. Note the time when she had decimated the entirety of the Kuzuryu Clan after they had practically backed out from antagonizing her because she thought they'd be a threat in the future, despite knowing that was never going to be the case. But if there was one thing that she was above, it was child killing. Unless she was presented with no other option, she would never dare to lay hands on a child.
What was worse was that she had been in her dorm room at the time of receiving the body. Which had been where Masaru, Jataro, and Nagisa had also been, who had been worried about where Monica and Kotoko went. In fact, they were just about ready to look for them when Jolyne showed up, and not even a minute later, Monica and Makoto arrived with, well… the dead body she now had in her arms.
When Makoto had left to return to his class after dropping off the body, Jolyne laid Kotoko's body on her bed, placed a hand over her face, and closed the girl's eyes, making it so her face wasn't marred by the fear that was left behind on it. When she was done, she issued a meeting for everyone to meet on the rooftop in ten minutes or less, then turned to face Monica.
Monica, for her part, looked terrified. And by the gods did it not paint a pretty picture as to what could've happened. Lots of things were running off in Jolyne's mind, and she prayed to god that this wasn't the result of an argument. Because if it was…. She wouldn't know what to do at that point. Well, not what she would've done. She would've scolded Monica, sure, and probably taken away Hermit Purple from her, but that was it. It was what the others would do to her that was she scared of if what she believed to be true, was true.
"Monica… tell me what happened," Jolyne said, her voice unintentionally cold sounding. It made the green-haired girl flinch, but, she did as asked anyway.
"W-We were taking a w-walk. W-We got to t-the second floor, and w-were about to t-turn the corner when w-we ran into this t-tall… black haired man, with scary r-red eyes. He s-said something about sending a message and reached out to g-grab us. W-We ran…. But Kotoko… s-she… s-she…." Monica trailed off, but that was all she needed to say.
Tall black-haired, red-eyed man. Not a teenager, so Kiyotaka could be ruled out—he had black hair and red eyes, which was why she considered him for a split second—but a man. An adult. An adult did this to them.
Her hand clenched into a fist.
She had a physical description to work off of now.
Now… she was going on a manhunt. But, of course, she had to make sure the meeting was before that. Unfortunatly, Daimen still had to speak to Odin and ask him if she too could use Huginn, so until then, she needed to walk. She looked at the rest of the kids and frowned. No… they could stay behind to mourn. "You guys stay here. I'll lock the door from the outside. That way, no one can come in or out of this room without a key," Jolyne said, as Nagisa spoke up.
"Who did this…?" the blue-haired kid asked. He seemed livid, as he should be. Unfortunatly, the mage had no meaningful response to give him. So, instead, Jolyne bit her lip.
"I don't know, Nagisa. But that's what I plan to find out. I plan to find out who did this to her and get rid of them. I won't let Kotoko's killer get away with what they did," Jolyne stated, before heading out of the room, closing and locking the door behind her, before making her way to the rooftop. When she got there, everyone was already waiting for her there, with the exception of Rantaro.
"Heya, Jolyne-chan!" Chiaki said, smiling as Jolyne smirked. There was… dirt all over her for some reason or another, which confused her, slightly.
"Hello, Chiaki. Where… have you been?" Jolyne asked as Chiaki shrugged.
"I was taking a walk through the woods…."
"Yes…" Jolyne said, raising an eyebrow.
"And, well I just so happened to run into some crazy homeless guy. With a 22. Gauge shotgun!" Chiaki continued, as she placed both of her hands behind her head.
"Let me guess… that's not dirt? It's his ashes?" Jolyne deadpanned as Chiaki stuck up a thumb.
"Bingo! He did point his gun at me, so I had my right to defend myself, you know?" Chiaki quipped as Jolyne sighed. Honestly? She was surprised that Chiaki was still a free woman. But, then again, considering that she had both fire and lightning spells, there probably weren't many prisons that could keep her, so she wouldn't have been surprised if she had busted out of one lately.
"Well, at least it was self-defence," Jolyne said, looking at Junko, Mukuro, and Sayaka, who looked worried. Natsumi was the only one who seemed unperturbed but did look confused. "Has anyone seen Rantaro?" the former Yakuza asked, as Mukuro shook her head.
"I didn't see him coming up the stairs. Perhaps he's running late?" The Ultimate Soldier suggested as Jolyne sighed. That was a possibility. He wasn't a student of Hope's Peak Academy. Not yet, anyway. Or, well… not that he'd ever be, especially if the plan worked, which as far as she was concerned, it would. Placing a finger to her forehead, she hooked up the mental connection to Rantaro.
"Rantaro. Where are you?"
"I'm… in a bit of a sticky situation at the moment."
Jolyne raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Are you in trouble?"
There was silence. It unnerved Jolyne and caused her to worry about what that could've meant. Did he perhaps encounter the person responsible for Kotoko's death? If so….
"I'm in a meeting with Hope's Peak Academy's Headmaster. He knows of our alliance and is trying to sway me to his side. To "spare my life" because who was after you? Some guy named Izuru Kamakura. Apparently, he was created solely to match you in power and scale. I can't keep up the act of having a headache for much longer. So… I'll fill you in once I "agree" to "join" him. Okay?"
Jolyne blinked. Someone who was created to match her in power and scale? Was that perhaps the person who Daimen mentioned? Someone who had ascended to the power of a Multiversal Gamer without being one? If they were in the school right now, that meant that, at any time, she could run into them. Without any kind of preparation. And that was a bad thing.
"I see… Thank you for the information."
The connection disconnected, as she looked at the other members of The Grey Council. "There are two things… scratch that, three things I need to inform everyone of. The first thing, and most important thing…. I have a boss. This boss of mine has, in no uncertain terms, strong-armed us into teaming up with D.I.C.E."
This caused everyone, except for Natsumi, to go wide-eyed with shock, Sayaka especially. Jolyne raised a placating hand, halting whatever outburst any of them was going to have. "I know. I'm not a fan of it either. But, if I or anyone from either side would try to go against it, would've been killed. My Boss is significantly more powerful than anyone in this world, or universe. I would explain more, but not even I know the exact details."
"The second thing that I wish to announce is the reason why Rantaro is late," Jolyne continued, placing her hands behind her back. "Currently, he is in a meeting with Headmaster Kirigiri, who is trying to sway him into defecting. It has thoroughly failed, but, Rantaro has made him believe otherwise. Which allows me to seamlessly lead into the next point of interest."
Jolyne sharply inhaled. Judging by everyone's already tense expressions, this next piece of news wasn't going to sit well with everyone. Which, was to be expected. "Kotoko Utsagi… is dead. And her killer is someone by the name of Izuru Kamakura. According to what I know, they were designed to take me out. Meaning, that they are just as strong, if not stronger than me. If you run into someone with black hair, and red eyes, who appears to be an adult, do not engage. If you do, then I will assume that your death is certain. Am I understood?"
When she looked at everyone, the only one who wasn't mortified, was Junko. But that was to be expected. In fact, the bleach-blond-haired teen seemed more or less unsurprised. The Ultimate Despair crossed her arms, and sat on the edge of the roof, chewing her bottom lip. "Honestly… I'm not that surprised. Shocked, don't get me wrong. But… not surprised," Junko blurted out, earning a scathing glare from Sayaka.
"Oi! Don't look at me like that, Idol-girl! I'm just saying, those kids shouldn't have been brought into this mess, even if they wanted to! Hell, I don't even know if they were even planned to be in the first place. In my personal opinion, they should've been left in an orphanage so they didn't get put into any one of our enemy's crosshairs. Just a thought," Junko quickly replied, as she shook her head. "Not that I care, mind you. But, the point is still there."
"They were supposed to stay in the PTD," Natsumi quipped, gritting her teeth as everyone looked at her. "They weren't supposed to have left the dimension until I came to get them…" Natsumi continued, crossing her arms as she stared at the floor. "If they had just fucking listened, Kotoko would be alive right now."
Jolyne frowned, looking away. So that was why she even got into that situation. They acted like children, as children did, and didn't listen to the people who had common sense. And, as expected, it came back to bite them in the ass. Except, this time, it was a fatal mistake. She glanced at Natsumi, then approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's not your fault, you know?"
"I know… it's just… fuck!" Natsumi spat. "I'm going to get the other children, and we're going back to the mansion. I'm not letting them set foot on the school's property until that monster's killed," the blonde continued, as she marched toward the exit. Before she left, though, she looked back at Jolyne. "Please… kill him. Make it hurt. For Kotoko."
[The Day The World Knew Despair – Part 1]
Quest: Kill Izuru Kamakura (FINAL BOSS – Difficulty: ?)
Description: Ur fucked, lol. Good luck, and don't die! On a more serious note, this can be triggered at random, so if you're ready or not, if you encounter Izuru Kamakura at any point within the school, The Final Boss will commence.
Recommended Level: 100+
Rewards: 25 Million Yen, 5 Million Exp, 1 Legendary Gacha Token, 1 Legendary Stand DISC.
Failure: Death, duh.
WARNING: Once this Quest is complete, any unfinished Quests that are this world exclusive will be deleted! If you have any unfinished business, or if you are still curious about a few things that this world has to offer, go do them now!
Jolyne nodded at Natsumi and dismissed the notification. There was one thing that she wanted to do, and it was something that she forgot about, because… well of everything else that was going on. The plan, Kotoko's recent death, The alliance with D.I.C.E., tenuous as it was, and Izuru Kamakura.
The death of the Kirigiri family. One out of pity for his miserable life, and one out of sheer annoyance at her existence, and continued existence.
"We're dismissed for the day. Everyone, prepare for this evening. I'm going to call up Chinatsu, and see if she's willing to help. Sayaka, speak to your idol group about what's going to happen tonight and have them put in earplugs, along with yourself so that you don't get infected by the beat. Then, once it's all said and done…. The plan will be a success, and then… the climax. And, Chiaki?" Jolyne said, as she looked at the Ultimate Gamer, who gained a serious expression. "Keep your former classmates on a tight leash. If you think that they will turn traitor… kill them. Not all of them, mind you, just the ones that give off that sort of vibe. And not because they insult me. Okay?"
"Can do, boss!" Chiaki said, doing a mock salute, which earned a chuckle from the mage. Sayaka for her part gave a simple nod, as the two left. Jolyne looked at Junko and Mukuro and smirked.
"As for you two, I need Mukuro to patrol the school and notify me where Izuru Kamakura is. We have a description of him, so he shouldn't be too hard to spot. As for you, Junko, I need you to hold down the fort in my Ultimate Lab. When I give the signal, when the riots begin, you'll lead them into causing as much havoc as possible. Got that?"
"Understood!" Both sisters said simultaneously as they left the rooftop, leaving Jolyne by herself. The dual-haired mage sighed. It was 9:30 AM right now… there were another 14 hours until everything was set into motion. 14 hours to wrap things up…. 14 hours until she went to the next world. There wasn't much she had to do. All she had to do was kill Kyoko and Jin Kirigiri, kill Izuru Kamakura, and start the end of the world.
It sounded like a lot, but when everything was already mapped out for her, and already being set in motion, it wasn't all that towering of a task.
And after that was all said and done… she would leave this place, take her Guild and D.I.C.E. with her, and go onto the next world, whatever or whenever that place might be being a complete mystery to her.
She had only been here for a handful of months… and already so much has happened. Smiling, she stared out into the world beyond for one last time. For tonight, the beauty that she took in before her would be laid to waste, and good riddance for that. This world had done nothing but torment her since day one… she was glad it was ending.
And she was even happier for being the one who was ending it.
"I would say it's been fun, but it really hasn't. Rest in piss, you won't be missed," Jolyne thought as she turned to leave the rooftop, flicking her cloak out of her way like a cliché emperor would because it looked cool to her. There wasn't much to do, but she only had a handful of time to get it done, so… she might as well get it over and done with.
It was time to make the world know True Despair.
-To be Continued-