You are (not) in despair

♛;Waiting for the fatal desire Because I can get super duper bored, I decided to join all of these cuties with zero social life too !! Oh, who I am ? The better known face across all over japan and the whole world, ENOSHIMA JUNKO ! You'll admit later if it's a pleasure to meet me or not ☆ ⎨Affiliated with Murder Period.⎬ ❪Not spoiler free!!❫

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『PROLOGUE EVENT -- WELCOME TO MURDER PERIOD. 』

Brrrrrrrrrrring! Finally. A long day at school is over and you’re finally allowed a modicum of rest before the next day of extra curricular activities and assigned homework begins anew. Overcast skies add a haze of dreary sluggishness over the island yet the positive energy exerted by the students does well to keep spirits high. So. The first thing you wanna do is go out with your friends, right? Go ahead! Enjoy a nice day after school hanging out with the people who make each day at school bearable — no one is going to blame you. There’s a lot to do on the island, after all. Your day with your friends passes as normal, spent messing around in the town and partaking in the activities offered like the shops, the arcade, or even those karaoke bars. Throughout the day, you notice a few of your friends are missing, and are even approached by fellow students who quickly inquire about whether or not you’ve seen their friends. Puzzled, all you can do is say that you have no clue where they might be. Overhead, it begins to thunder as the skies darken, occasionally lit up by lightning. As you meet up with your other friends, the rest of you agree to go your own way as the rain fall quickly washes away any hopes of extended activities. As you make your way home, you can feel something that wasn’t there before — a presence whose eyes are constantly glued on you. Brushing the feeling off is easy, but soon, even you can hear the purposely audible footfalls originating from behind you. Quickly deciding that rushing home is the best decision you might make all day, you make your best effort to do just that. Except, with the next turn of the corner, a figure clad in black is waiting for you. The enigmatic form is dressed appropriately for concealing their identity — a black hoodie hid away any bodily detail and the bandana worn over their visage masked all but a scornful gaze. They don’t give you time to scream, and before a single step can be taken.. .. the figure, with every intent to harm you, steps up and wraps their arm around your neck. The terror washes over you, but there’s not much you can do in that moment. As your brain is deprived of blood, you realize that the figure is laughing, and as your consciousnesses fades, all you can hear is a faint ringing in the distance. “ .. Murder Period has begun.  “

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As you regain consciousness you find yourself in a 『spacious, dimly lit area 』. As you struggle to comprehend the situation the first thing you notice is that you aren’t alone — 『 there are other bodies 』 sprawled out on the floor as well.

Even more alarming is the a slight weight you feel around your neck. As your hands slowly move towards your neck you let out a gasp — what should be warm flesh is instead 『 chilling metal 』.

Before you can even understand these events you hear a loud voice ringing out from behind you. Turning around, you notice a 『 large screen 』on the wall.

—While the screen is blank, you definitely hear the audio.

" It’s about time to wake up! You don’t want to sleep in our first day, do you — ? "

[freshprincessofdespair]

Everyone should check Junko's blog, I made a slight chance !

[freshprincessofdespair]

http://martyrisms.tumblr.com/

[the-princesses-of-fate-deactiva]

What luck. Clarissa happened to run into who is possibly the most psychotic woman ever not in an asylum. This could be a looooong day.

“Excuse me? Ugly? Jeez, I don’t know what’s got you in such a foul mood, but can you tone down your bitchness, please?" She snarked. Claire was generally friendly, but she could get salty right back if she wanted to, “And don’t you dare try to touch me with those scissors. I’ve got a gun right here."

[freshprincessofdespair]

" Everything that comes out from my lips is pure honey ✩ " Cue obnoxious giggle, lips pursing soft 'upupu' to finish the sentence that became louder by the second. How terrible, a gun! Her body slightly shaking at the complimentary threat because of a mere insult, it was completely beautiful!!! Those cheap intentions to make the other feel bad for her wonderful behavior, as if it would work--

Junko didn't have any scissors but that itty bitty piece of information was too much to add, the other didn't have to know such. It would ruin the fun, right? Both hands went behind her back, walking backwards only to not be seen, fingers motioning as if they were holding an object so her arms would make it obvious that something was hidden despite this item was non-existent.

Then again, she didn't have to know.

" Ugly wants to ruin my face? Sush, if you are that scared shoot me right here and now. "

[freshprincessofdespair]

Being this cute is tiring.

[disappointingsoldier]

Mukuro suddenly found herself face to face with quite possibly the last person she wanted to see at the moment.  the sister who she had been a weapon for for the better part of her life.

"sis." she muttered, “I knew I’d have to see you again eventually, but this soon?"

she moved her hands down near her pistol, ready to draw it in case the conversation went even more sour than it already had.  She did hope that it wouldn’t have to come to that, and so long as she didn’t bring any of those pre-programmed monobears along with her, it probably wouldn’t, her sister had never been that capable a fighter

"don’t worry," she muttered, “you’ll have your despair soon enough, I just need a bit more time."

[freshprincessofdespair]

Head tilting in an almost exaggerated manner to express the obvious confusion on the statement that greeted her in return accompanied by eyelids closing repeated times, overdid reaction of a forced attempt to seem cute at the lack of complimentary question marks that should decorate Junko's surroundings to gallant more the importance of her role in this conversation. Eventually it vanished when it was exchanged by the fashion girl's characteristic laugh that from a normal level suddenly outburst, reaching every corner until the maniac tone would engrave itself within the mind of the listener.

After all, the soldier could be anything she wanted but although the blood connection that both shared never meant there was something greater aside the failed attempt of 'love' the most active one expressed, what as admiration she viewed was translated into the most cruelest words with the pure intention of slicing that fragile ego. Be it literal or not.

" Wait bit more?  You know, I was going to die eventually but don't tell me you planned to kill me. " Treat others how you want to be treated-- in this case it was obviously the opposite, Enoshima awaited praises from everyone and delivered every drop of her affection to Mukuro in a cruel fashion. It was a sincere demonstration of her feelings! Not many receive that, right??? Her sister should be grateful.

" You are so dumb and useless. " Little she cared about what her older sister would do in response, if she were to try to kill her then so it be, that would not stop the despair-inducing woman from approaching slowly until cutting every inch of distance that separated both of them, never limiting her to reach the hands' of her older sibling until she could intertwine her fingers.

" Can you do something right, pretty please? You've even failed at dying, Mukuro-chan. Should I make you the mot miserable person now for that?? "

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"Huh?" The other blonde would just blink in confusion at the girl’s words, “What other rat? What are you talking about?"

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" Duuuuuh, I'm talking about you!! About what else it would be? Like, I'm the prettiest one. " Nails clicked against each other, being the main interest of Junko as the other presented little to none attractive factor for the despair-inducing woman.

She was totally offended for the lack of practical knowledge !

" Can't you tell? I'm super cute and you still ask?? Seriously. BUT! I'll forgive you since someone so ugly would want some attention, you got nice hair. It would be a shame if someone cut it-- "

" Speaking of!! I think I got a pair of scissors over here ✩ "

[freshprincessofdespair]

disappointingsoldier has come to entertain you -- freshly baked out from the grave ✩

" What is dead should continue buried. " Eyelashes batting in a slow motion, serious expression switching from a second to another to a one more suitable-- denoting utter please on the sight of her deceased sister. Annoyance hidden from visibility with a mask of hypocrisy caused because of this meeting, one that should be impossible by all means. Hilarious either way, how delightful it felt to see once again the recipient of her twisted devotion. This peculiar mix of emotions that another human should face as grief were received with open arms by the greatest Enoshima.

" What I granted to you was not enough? Is this how you pay the ultimate despair to me? " Lips purse to slip saddened vocals, previous proud demeanor thrown aside to allow a gloomy appearance outshine, in a second her most pathetic layer used because of the lack of amusement found in the initial.

" I'm super disappointed, Mu-ku-ro~chan. "

[yomawaro]

[freshprincessofdespair]

ジャンルごちゃまぜまとめ

[freshprincessofdespair]

strahl-gewehr started following you

" Don't tell me you are here too to be super rude with little ol' me like the other horrible rat. "

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"…"

"Welp. You heard her Baby Beel."

"Dah!"

"Let’s go enjoy the freedom that is known is side characters."

Without further ado, the two of them had wandered off to go do exactly that. After all, why waste the chance to soak in some sweet relaxation while it was right before your eyes?

[freshprincessofdespair]

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"Kehe~"

"It’s Showtime."

[freshprincessofdespair]

" So adourable, sewer rat and his itty bitty baby rat wants to be noticed!! Why you don't go back and hide in the shadows and leave the stage to those who deserve it, huh?? "

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by なーこ

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“…!?”

What on earth did this woman just do!?

Kevin had to pause for a moment as he tried to assess what just happened here. Did she just cut herself and make herself bleed? He soon realized what was going on after a few more seconds. Was she trying to frame him for assault?

…jeez, this girl was nuts.

“…are you saying if I walk off on you, you’re going to start screaming that I did that to you?” Kevin asks, “What in bloody hell is wrong with you!?”

Rather than play along with her game, Kevin simply grabbed the hand that was holding the knife, his own hand practically engulfing her wrist. The uncut one, that is. No way was he going to play along with this sick game, nor was he going to allow her to hurt herself any further.

“I don’t know what your game is, but if you think I’m going to play along, you’re wasting your time,” he growls, shaking her wrist and applying a bit of pressure to try and force her to drop the weapon.

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"You provoke me then run away from our little game? I see how it is. Take responsibility of your actions and words, you disgusting old man." Nonchalance detected in her voice, one difficult to keep due the continuously creeping soreness restraining her natural act but as well allowing the dizziness to take control over essential senses. One of her arms was injured after all. Ache stiffened the casual movement, scarlet continuing its gradual flow. This was not enough, minimum taste of Enoshima's special cooking. How long she would be able to stand before the blood loss would make her faint or worst? This was still a play of surveillance. "You don't believe in what I can do, trash like yourself should understand its place beneath me."

Pause.

Intense unamused stared was given, vague attempt to allow a speechless action to do the talking instead. Pair of blue eyes darted to where his hand was, holding the remaining healthy arm of hers. Fingers clutched around the handle, tighter than before in response. Getting into a physical fight in their current situation was everything but a wise decision, she did not moved a single muscle except the ones of her face that were only taking a more bizarre tone. Junko needed more, more than just a half-assed misery of some pathetic guy!! To savor the delectable taste of his frustration, one that could continue growing until there was no other option but to bow his head and admit defeat. "At the same time!! I really could care less!! AFTER ALL, WHAT WOULD I DO WITH YOU!? WHEN YOU ARE SO BOOORING-- RIP OF YOUR INTESTINES!?! STUFF YOU WITH EXPLOSIVES!!!?!"

"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LOSE YOUR CHANCE!?"

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by ASK

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“Are you threatening to kill me, little girl?” Kevin laughed, staring her down, “You wish you could, but in truth you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried.”

The choujin simply folded his arms across his chest afterwards. What could Junko possibly do to him? Her taunts and threats simply amused him yet again, as he found it difficult to take her seriously.

[freshprincessofdespair]

"I'm not going to kill you." How can someone take serious a woman of this caliber? A child-like nature that was not aware of the consequences her actions implicated, nothing ever made sense with Enoshima Junko. That was the dangerous fact. Nowhere near to be predictable, always scheming out of thin air ideas with catastrophic results. He can keep believe what he wanted, that was his thread of hope that soon will break.

The fashion girl's smirk widened inevitable even though after the disheartening insult, everything in that twisted mind was finding the correct gear to fit in. Perfect polished red nails reached out for a pocketknife that was safely tucked inside of Junko's bosom. Extending the tool to the masked man, her voice took once again the annoying ring of that stuffed bear everyone dearly despised. "I will not kill you if you kill me first. Easy, right? It's a fair game.." 

" The rules are simple, you are allowed to cut a single place on my perfect skin. One cut. No stabbing. I'll do the same to you. The one last standing is the winner --! Refuse and that is my trigger to do something worst."  Oh, how foolish she was for not doing anything first-- Retrieving the pocketknife, the small blade passed over her wrist, pensive look deciding which part was suited to receive the first strike. As it went over, the thin knife carved a few centimeters away in a vertical manner a large cut. Not even someone like her escaped from feeling pain that was restrained with a mere expression of delight that worsened as the bright red of her blood streamed down, droplets staining her clothes with the slightest movement.

"Leave now and you'll be accused of this. After all, HOW A LITTLE GIRL COULD DO THIS TO HERSELF~?!?! "