Kyoko took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves as she took her very first steps in Hope's Peak Academy since before the Killing School Life had ended. Before long, the headmaster's office came into view. "Why don't you take a seat?" Makoto asked her as he politely held the door open for her to enter. As she did that, she noticed a cup of her favorite civet coffee sitting on the table for her, and she took in the calming scent of blueberry perfume that was permeating the room. It didn't take a master detective to realize that Makoto had anticipated something like this happening and was going out of his way to make sure that she felt at ease in his new office. She also noticed that there were portraits of a certain white rabbit decorating the walls, which were obviously a new addition. Once Kyoko had taken a seat (and a sip of her coffee, which was exquisite) and Makoto had closed the door behind her, she opened her mouth and began to speak up.
Makoto, we really need to talk." Kyoko said. "Yeah, we do. Specifically, about what you called me behind my back the other night." Makoto replied. "Of course, you would bring that up." she responded, desperately wishing that she could somehow take back even one of those ill-spoken words. This was not the conversation that she wanted to be having with the man sitting across from her right now... "It's only been two days, Kyoko! You can't possibly expect me to just forget all about it, can you?" he reminded her. "Makoto, come on! There is no way you can really think that I meant what I said! I've always fought hard to keep you safe and be at your side, you know that!" she retorted, biting her lower lip when she realized she was showing emotion. "Well, maybe you didn't. But in any case, hearing you talk about me like that was a real wake-up call. I don't want or need someone in my life who shows me so little respect, especially behind my back. Remember that I've also saved your life on more than one occasion. Besides, to hear someone that I thought I could trust — especially my former boss — calling me names when they think I can't hear them... that really stung, Kyoko. And if you can't figure out why it's such a big deal to me, then that's your problem, not mine." he decisively stated.
"Makoto, even if — for whatever reason — you really do think that I meant what I said that night, I'm sorry. There, I said it!" Kyoko involuntarily began to raise her voice. "How do I know that you're not sorry only because you happened to get caught?" Makoto questioned her. "What do you mean, 'how do you know'!?" Kyoko replied, somewhat caught off guard. "Did you really expect me to believe that was the first time you ever disrespected me behind my back!?" Makoto spat out, just barely managing to hold in his anger. "Okay, Makoto. You're right, it wasn't." Kyoko finally admitted. "Whatever you might feel about me, the words you spoke that night at the hotel were far from becoming of any remotely decent person, let alone the former director of the 14th division of the Future Foundation." Makoto pointed out. "Maybe so, but actions speak far louder than words, Makoto! Do you really think that I would have done even half of what I've done for you, much less risked my own life for your sake just a couple of weeks ago, if I didn't care about you!?" Kyoko fired back, temporarily removing her eyepatch to show him her scars.
"Kyoko Kirigiri, you are everything that I wish I was!" Makoto unexpectedly came out and admitted, despite himself. "W... what!?" Kyoko could barely get a word in edgewise. Whatever she had been expecting him to say, it certainly wasn't that. "No, really! You're stoic, intensely focused, calm even in the face of near-certain death, a good cook, and an amazingly competent leader. Even if I am technically the 'Ultimate Hope', how could I ever hope to hold a candle to someone like that? At least up until now, you've been an inspiration to me, Kyoko. Nothing less than my hope, someone that I could always look up to. But apparently, even you aren't perfect. You apparently have no idea how to properly respect your own friends when you think that no one's looking. Whatever else you're going to do in the future with those amazing talents, you'll have to go and do it somewhere else. Because I, personally, just can't put this behind me." With that, the Ultimate Lucky Student stopped talking and steepled his hands on top of his desk, waiting for a response.
"So, is it over? Am I to take it that you want me out of your life now? Just... just like that?" Kyoko forced herself to say, projecting an artificial sense of calm. But inside, this whole thing felt like more of a nightmare than the one she had experienced the night before. He wasn't about to walk away from her forever... was he? "Well, you said it, not me. But I'm afraid so. Goodbye, Kyoko." Makoto confirmed her worst fears before he turned and stormed out of the room. Kyoko sat there for what felt like hours, too stunned to move, her long-forgotten coffee now ice cold. The next thing she heard was the faint sound of footsteps entering the room. When she raised her head, Hina was standing next to her, a concerned look on her face. Kyoko opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was: "Could you make my hair look the way it did before all of this?" As odd as it might have sounded, a makeover sounded like a good idea right about now. Without skipping a beat, and without showing an ounce of judgment, Hina nodded and began to braid the detective's lavender hair. "You know, I always thought that the ponytail looked better on you." she reluctantly admitted. Kyoko simply looked the other way as the swimmer finished styling her hair. After she was done, the two parted ways without another word. The other survivors of Class 78 continued their work on the second floor of Hope's Peak, while Kyoko quietly left the premises, her head held low in defeat. A certain part of her was already beginning to act up again, so she decided to go somewhere else to take care of some more private matters.
Several Hours Later
Kyoko could feel those impure thoughts — the same ones that had gotten her into this wretched situation in the first place — coming back to mind, so she drove back towards Hina's to handle the situation as she normally did. She was gripping the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles had turned white underneath her gloves. Once Kyoko pulled into the driveway and strode through the front door for the second time that day, she knew it would not be long before her knuckles turned white once again, but for an entirely different reason. "Oh, you've always been so good at this, Makoto! You're such a good boy, do you know that?" she moaned as she imagined him taking her cock all the way into his mouth. Kyoko always liked to imagine Makoto blushing as she complimented him, an embarrassed look all over his cute little face. Her breath began to hitch as she grabbed her rigid, throbbing member and began her daily routine, even after everything that had just happened. Later, she would allow herself to feel ashamed for this. But right now, it was time for her to blow her load...
Eventually, Hina returned home after a long day of boring and repetitive manual labor. She could hear loud moaning coming from her bathroom door, so she decided to knock and warn her sexually frustrated houseguest that she was no longer alone. Kyoko responded by absentmindedly telling her not to come in yet. She caught her mistake a moment later, stopped what she was doing, and hurried to put her skirt back on. If she had only been able to do this two nights ago, she would be in an entirely different position right now... As soon as Kyoko stepped out of the bathroom, Hina confirmed that she was fully aware of what had just been going on behind that door. "Yeah, I really don't think you should be doing that right now, not with a guest stopping by." the swimmer warned. "A guest? I don't recall hearing anything from you about a guest!" Kyoko exclaimed.
"What are you talking about? I'm pretty sure that we discussed this earlier today, while we were having breakfast! I know you're probably a little bit distracted right now, but it isn't like you to be so forgetful, Kyoko!" Hina reminded her. "Huh... really? Even upon further reflection... I don't seem to recall us talking about anything this morning. Come to think of it, I'm not sure what I ate either. Hina wouldn't just fabricate a story like this, right? All her jokes aside... something might be wrong here. If such a conversation did occur... then why don't I remember a word of it?" Kyoko was now completely lost in thought and didn't hear whatever was currently coming out of her friend's mouth. "Kyoko! Kyoko! EARTH TO KYOKO KIRIGIRI!" Hina was beginning to get fed up, and finally decided to slap the lavender-haired space case in front of her to get her attention. "Ow! Hina, what was that for!?" Kyoko complained, suddenly lucid. "Sorry, but you just weren't listening to me at all! Did you even hear the doorbell ring just now!? She must already be here!" Hina commented. "Wait, who's 'she'?" Kyoko asked. She never did get a direct answer to her question, because her friend had already left the room.
Just as Hina opened the door, a somewhat familiar face came into view. Kyoko had only met Komaru Naegi in person once before, while she was hospitalized, and there had been others in the room at the time. Komaru had been in remote contact with her brother for quite a while, but she — and Toko Fukawa of Class 78, who was apparently now her girlfriend — had only been permitted to leave Towa City just recently. If Kyoko had been in a better mood, she probably would have focused more on the brunette's pretty face and shapely figure. But right now, she was mostly just curious to find out why she was encountering a second Naegi sibling today. Presumably, Komaru was the 'she' that Hina had just been talking about, so the answer to that question was most likely forthcoming.
"Alright, Hina. I've been meaning to ask you about this for a while now. You told me over the phone this morning that you didn't want to discuss the situation between Kyoko and my brother while we were at Hope's Peak. Well, here I am now. Makoto won't talk to me, so could you please shed some light on this situation? I see that Kyoko's here as well, so she can help fill me in." Komaru started talking almost as soon as the door closed. Clearly, she was eager to finally get some answers. "Well, it's kind of a sensitive subject. I'd rather not talk about it right now..." Kyoko weakly tried to avoid the conversation that she knew was coming. "Kyoko, I think I deserve to hear exactly what it was you said or did to my brother that made him react like that. He's been really upset, you know!" Komaru sharply told her, trying to stay calm. "Yeah... I do know." Kyoko lowered her head slightly and accepted her fate. Clearly, she was not going to be able to weasel her way out of this conversation. "Oh, but before we talk, let's all have something to eat! There's no sense in having a serious conversation on an empty stomach, right?" Hina remarked, sitting the three down for dinner (which was just some more reheated leftovers, but no one minded).
"So, Kyoko. Would you mind telling Komaru exactly what you called her brother behind his back?" Hina spoke up while everyone started to eat. "Yeah, I'd really rather not. Could we leave that in the past?" Kyoko replied. Despite what she had said not ten minutes ago, she just couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. "So, are you going to just sit here like a child and force me to tell her instead?" Hina loudly remarked, getting rather frustrated. "Tell me what, exactly?" Komaru inquired. "Komaru, I called your brother a faggot and my bitch behind his back. I was masturbating to him the other night and he happened to overhear it. He's very important to me, and I like him a lot... yes, in that way. It was all just a bunch of dirty talk, but he seems to have gotten the wrong impression, and now he's basically told me that he doesn't want me in his life anymore." Kyoko admitted, finally deciding to just give it to her straight.
"Huh... hey, Hina, could you step out for a second? I'd like to talk to Kyoko alone for a bit. This is a conversation that should probably stay between the two of us." Komaru said, but not before pausing and giving the detective a long, odd look. "Where in the world is this going?" Kyoko wondered, getting the sense that this evening was about to take an unexpected turn. "Okay, sure. I won't go far. Play nice, you two! I trust that whatever you're going to talk about, you can discuss it like civilized adults?" Hina asked. Upon receiving a pair of affirmations, she rose and temporarily left the room. And just like that, the two of them were sitting alone at the table, with an awkward silence hanging in the air. "You're hiding something, Kyoko Kirigiri. And I bet I know exactly what!" Komaru came out and put the other girl on the spot. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Kyoko quickly replied. But while her initial reaction was simple confusion, something about the current situation was starting to ring a bell in her head. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but something seemed strangely familiar about the girl that was sitting across from her...
"What exactly do you suspect me of hiding, Komaru?" Kyoko asked her, trying her hardest to maintain her stone-faced exterior. Of course, there was something rather large hiding underneath her skirt, even as she spoke. "Maybe something like... this!" Komaru abruptly stood up and, in one swift motion, yanked her own skirt off. The detective was suddenly greeted with an unexpected yet familiar sight: a big, girthy female cock! The younger Naegi's bitch-breaker was of roughly average length, around six inches or so. But it was at least a full inch thicker than even her own Kirigiri-brand sausage (and protected by a healthy layer of foreskin). Kyoko was too stunned by this unexpected reveal to immediately respond, but finally managed to find the right words after an extended pause: "Hmm… I should have known. Something about you did seem familiar. Our kind can generally recognize one another on sight, but I guess I have been more than a little bit distracted lately. Your brother never said anything to indicate that he knows the first thing about futanari. Well, does he?"
"No, he doesn't. Mom never liked to talk about her family history, but she had one too. Dad took it up the butt practically every day, but Makoto's kind of oblivious, so he never did manage to put two and two together. Both of our parents decided to keep this from him until he turned 18, because they didn't feel that this sort of thing was something that he needed to know about as a child. For obvious reasons, that conversation never had a chance to happen. I don't know if either of our parents are even still alive after everything that's happened to the world over the past couple of years... In any case, now that you've seen mine, I think it's only fair that you show me yours before we continue this conversation. Don't you think?" Komaru suggested, a hint of satisfaction in her tone after having her hunch all but confirmed. "Okay. I suppose that there's no point in trying to hide it now..." Kyoko reluctantly conceded.
The moment that Kyoko's own skirt was removed, her eight-inch python began to perk up despite the awkward situation that she was currently in. After all, a beautiful girl was currently staring at it (with a hint of envy at its length, she liked to think). "I guess that we're even now, huh?" she commented. "Yeah, I guess so. My mom always said that, if possible, futanari should greet one another this way if it can be done discreetly. I'm not sure where she learned that since I'm pretty sure we're not very common. I mean, most people don't seem to realize that we even exist!" Komaru replied, whatever tension had been in the air now long gone. Both women seemed to have calmed down a fair bit, and it was plainly obvious why. It was hard to expect any futanari to resist the constant urge to at least beat off to a pretty face or shapely ass. If that was what it took for a futanari to avoid doing something nonconsensual to someone that they liked, then it would be unreasonable to fault them for it. And, Kyoko mused, Makoto Naegi certainly did have a lovely, fuckable ass!
"Yeah, I can't really blame you for wanting to fuck my big brother. I'd probably beat off to someone who looks like him too. That is, if they weren't related to me. In any case, I have a girlfriend anyway. Toko knows all about my little secret, of course. We got together while we were trapped in Towa City. Fortunately, she knows how to keep a secret, though sometimes I wonder how long it will be before Jill slips up and starts talking about my dick... I was kind of angry at you when I saw how miserable you made my brother, but honestly, he is an awfully cute little guy, isn't he?" Komaru blithely stated. "Careful... Makoto's sister or not, I'm not ready to give up on him just yet. He's too important to me. He helped me — and all of us, really — through some pretty hard times. Only I get to call him cute!" Kyoko stubbornly insisted. "No problem, I understand exactly how you feel. Only I get to call Toko and/or Jill cute!" Komaru replied.
"Look, I've been wondering about something. How in the hell could Makoto possibly be unaware that his own sister is a futanari!? I know he's kind of oblivious, but the only reason everyone doesn't know that we exist is how rare we are! It's kind of hard to hide my dick sometimes, but the real issue is these goddamn urges! I'm proud of my achievements as a master detective, but they've come despite the constant desire to fuck and claim people like your brother! Honestly, it's a miracle that more people haven't found out about us!" Kyoko exclaimed. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm not mad at you; I know exactly what it's like. Why do there have to be so many hot, tight mouths and asses everywhere I look!? It's not a matter of being promiscuous or morally bankrupt. Anyone who has any idea what it's like to be a futanari would understand. The thing is, Makoto really is that oblivious, and there were a lot of close calls when the two of us were growing up. But I guess luck must run in the family, because somehow, I always managed to cover it up just in time!" Komaru explained.
"So, is there any chance that you could explain all of this to your brother one of these days? If your parents had gotten the chance to give him 'the talk' before the entire civilized world imploded due to the psychotic machinations of one teenaged girl and her brainwashed posse, maybe none of this would have had to happen!" Kyoko suggested, suddenly getting an idea. "Well... maybe after Makoto's had a chance to cool off for a bit. I would imagine that the last thing he wants right now is to have another girl flash her dick in his face! But don't worry, I'll find a way to break it to him gently one of these days, okay?" Komaru offered.
"Yeah... I guess you have a point." Kyoko accepted her proposal. "Well, in any case, I should probably get going soon. I only came down here to find out what happened between you and my brother, and I figured it out all at once when I noticed the way you were moving and that distinctive scent. You can't really tell for sure from a picture or video, but once I was in the same room with you, I just knew. I guess you have had a lot on your mind lately, so it's no wonder that it took you a little longer to catch on. Or maybe I'm just a better detective than you, huh?" Komaru teased. "No offense, but not on your life. That was nothing but a fluke. I am an elite detective; my mind is in flawless condition!" Kyoko boasted, glossing over the recent evidence that she had received to the contrary. "I'm sure that was just another fluke. Maybe that conversation will come back to me later, after I've had a good night's rest..." she thought to herself.
"Komaru, you do have a place to stay, right?" Kyoko asked. "Of course! I'm not living in Towa City anymore, but the city is willing to pay for my living expenses! That goes for Toko as well. We did kind of save all of them from a grisly end at the hands of a bunch of Monokumas and brainwashed children, after all. Even if that wasn't the case, my brother has the authority and resources to take care of that issue. One way or another, I'll be fine. I'll just let Hina know that I'm leaving now, okay? Don't be a stranger, Kyoko. I'm sorry that our first meeting had to start off like this, but it was nice to meet another futanari. I can see that you really care about my brother. I'm sure that you two will manage to patch things up soon enough! Honestly, he could do a lot worse than get taken care of by a cute girl with a big dick!" Komaru finished talking, tucked herself back in, and then exited the room. Kyoko was going to have to decide how much of this to tell Hina about later. In any case, it was time for her to go to bed. That is, if she could even manage to get any sleep after everything that had just happened to her.
After Komaru had taken her leave and said goodbye to Hina, Kyoko slipped into bed and tried to go to sleep. But, unfortunately for her, sleep was not forthcoming, no matter how many sheep she tried to count. "Did you really expect me to believe that was the first time you ever disrespected me behind my back!?" those words just wouldn't stay out of her mind, no matter how much she tried to forget them. She probably shouldn't have expected Makoto to give her the benefit of the doubt in the first place, but it honestly hurt her feelings that he didn't trust her more than this, even after everything she had done for his sake. No more than a couple of weeks ago, Kyoko had calmly accepted her own death as an acceptable price to pay, if only the man she loved could escape the (hopefully) Final Killing Game safe and sound. Had the weight of those actions really been wiped out by a few careless words!? She spent yet another long night lying wide awake in bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. If only she could find a way to forget the angry look on Makoto's face, and the sight of his retreating back...
The Morning After
Upon waking up that morning, Kyoko was, for once, greeted by a pair of briefs that was only slightly damp. That was probably not going to become the norm any time soon, but even she couldn't have an elaborate wet dream every night. It took a moment for her to remember what had happened yesterday. Frankly, the whole experience tempted her to just roll over and hibernate until the day that Makoto came to his senses and gave her another chance. But that would be entirely unlike her — a real Kirigiri had the physical and mental fortitude to keep a stiff upper lip and soldier on, even in the face of adversity. And in all honesty, she had stared down tougher situations than this many times before and come away victorious. This time, she promised herself, would be no different. After taking a hot shower and donning her skirt (and a fresh pair of panties), the Ultimate Detective prepared to head downstairs and begin her day. Perhaps she should devote herself to something more productive and solve another homicide case. Unfortunately, there were always plenty of those to go around...
Before long, Kyoko was sitting at Hina's dining room table, eating yet another forgettable takeout meal. She was a far better cook than her host, but it had been a while since she had been able to whip anything up, what with being hospitalized and all. Maybe she should take the opportunity to work on her culinary skills while she was living here. She had her own Foundation-issued lodging, and there was also the Kirigiri estate. But right now, she craved the familiarity and comfort of a friendly face, so she would probably be staying here for a little while longer. "Hey, Hina. What did Komaru say to you before she left last night? Did she mention anything unusual?" Kyoko asked. "No, not really... she told me that the two of you worked out your differences, and that she wished you luck with her brother. It seems like the two of you get along well, huh?" Hina replied. "Yeah, that was a very interesting conversation. If Komaru didn't see fit to tell you about it, then I won't either." the detective decided that she had better keep the younger Naegi sibling's secret to herself.
Hina eventually finished wolfing down her breakfast and left for work. Come to think of it, it was about time for Kyoko to return to her own duties as well. In time, she would surely figure out how to patch things up with Makoto. And even if she somehow didn't, there were other fish in the sea. Maybe she should go out to a nightclub and meet up with someone else from time to time. If nothing else, it would hopefully do something to satiate these urges. Honestly, it was amazing how quickly the city's nightlife had rebounded after the Tragedy. Some things never changed, even after a robot bear apocalypse. But for the time being, what Kyoko really needed to do was regain some of her lost confidence. In her experience, the best way to do that was solving a difficult case. She wasn't just some girl with a dick, she was the proud heiress to a line of great detectives! Perhaps a return to normalcy was exactly how she should begin her first steps on the long, hard road to recovery...