Shinsuke Seki was not a member of Ultimate Despair. He was one of those lower ranking troublemakers who saw themselves as Ultimate Despair in all but name. One of the Junko fanclub spreading around the world, the kind of people who didnāt need to be brainwashed to cause problems and hurt others.Ā
Well, that wasnāt entirely fair, the Servant mused. It was a complex situation involving several psychological and sociological variables, for the most part. Some people needed Junko Enoshima to fill the hole in their life that despair had already carved out, some just went along for the trend and sense of belonging.Ā
Seki, however, was just cruel and vain.Ā
āSo, when is Kamukura showing up?ā he asked, running a finger across his blade. Heād taken residence in a chair at the far end of the table, throwing his feet up and letting his posse gather around him to give off what they must have thought was an air of menace. The Servant was not impressed.
āIzuru Kamukura is a busy man,ā he said simply.
āWell, Iām an impatient man.ā Seki stabbed his knife into the table. āTell him to get in here.ā
The Servant couldnāt think of anything less interesting to him than following this manās orders, but that was the role he was supposed to fill. Still, there turned out to be no need, as āIzuru Kamukuraā entered just then, giving a carefree grin and narrowing his gray-green eyes.Ā
āSorry to keep you waiting,ā he said with a slight bow that made the Servant raise an eyebrow at him.Ā
āYou bet youāre sorry,ā Seki said, rocking the blade back and forth in the table to splinter the wood. āYou know, Iām being considered to join your ranks, you should show me a little respect. Least you could do is show up to our meetings on time.ā
āI couldnāt agree more,ā Izuru aside, taking his seat and leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. āMy deepest apologies.ā
The Servant ran a hand over the collar on his neck, it was irritating against his skin.
āSo, now that youāre here,ā Seki yanked the knife out of the table and started spinning it in his fingers. āI guess we can get started.ā
He threw the knife with deadly precision, intending to kill this Kamukura bastard and make a name for himself riding on the glory.
What actually happened was a gloved hand snatched it out of midair, and Seki found himself stunned as the Servant spun around and threw the knife right back into his chest. He choked on his own blood and stared down at the knife in horror. Then he looked over to Kamukura, who was loosening the tie around his neck and looking somewhere between amused and uncomfortable.Ā
āHey!ā one of Sekiās bodyguardās ran at the Servant, only for her face to become acquainted with the floor. The other two decided to wait and see where things went before trying that.Ā
āā¦ this is more boring than I thought it would beā¦ā The Servant sighed.Ā
āIām sorry, I could never step into your shoes, Iām getting goosebumps just thinking about the gall of it,ā Izuru said, wrapping his arms around himself and laughing nervously.Ā
āYou did it because I ordered you to,ā the Servant reminded him, not wanting to be on the receiving end of a long self loathing speech.
āT-theā¦ hellās going on here?ā Seki asked, choking as his life started to drain away. The Servant had purposefully struck him somewhere that would let him die slowly, with the intention of the ruse killing his boredom. However, he had already found it to be too much effort for too little reward. He unlatched the collar around his neck and dropped it to the floor.Ā
āI heard you were coming to kill me,ā he said, dropping the pretense. āI thought it might be fun to surprise you. It was not.ā
The true Servant scrambled for his collar, swapping it for the tie which he reverently placed on the table.
āY-you meanā¦. That guyās not Kamukura?ā one of the bodyguards asked.
āNo.ā Izuruās eyes narrowed.Ā
āI canāt believe they ever thought I was you,ā the Servant laughed. āIām embarrassed on their behalf.ā
āJust go,ā Izuru sighed. āUnless you prefer I kill you.ā
He illustrated his point by raising a foot and slamming it hard into the knife in Sekiās chest, driving it home and sending corpse and chair alike toppling backwards. The bodyguards made a break for it, and Nagito shook his head.Ā
āThey really didnāt have a taste for despair, donāt you think?ā he said.Ā
āI donāt like this,ā Izuru said, ignoring him and eyeing up his borrowed clothes with distaste. āItāsā¦ scratchyā¦āĀ
āLetās change back, I really wasnāt made for suits,ā the Servant chuckled. āOh, I meant to ask! Why did you stop that knife? Wouldnāt it have been far more interesting if heād killed me only to discover Izuru Kamukura was still alive?ā
āStop talking,ā Izuru replied, as affectionately as he was capable of being.
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