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Junko

[—The sound of pin point heels clicking loudly against hard concrete echoed off the basement walls, the only noise present other than the rhythmic beat of a leaky pipe dripping somewhere above. It was dank, dark, the perfect room for the activities that were planned.—]

[—Activities the Mastermind had no hesitation to admitting she enjoyed, watching the life and hope dull from the eyes of those unlucky enough to end up in this room was a favorable past time of hers, and one she was ‘lucky’ enough to indulge in now.—]

[—Who it was that ended up as the unlucky one this time, however, only made the activities all the more enjoyable this time around—]

[—Coming to a stop in front of the unlucky heir, Junko sat herself down in the seat positioned directly across from the chair he was tightly strapped into, crossing her legs and resting her hand on her chin.—]

♚— “Are we awake yet~?”

[—Her voice was far too cheery for such a setting.—]

Groggy eyes fluttered for a few seconds as the spell of sleep slowly drifted away from the former heir...his vision was blurry, and his head was throbbing. Whatever had hit him, had done a good enough job about knocking him unconscious....though, as he dragged his gaze over to the voice that had jostled him from his not so pleasant sleep.....he internally cursed.

This woman....what did she have planned for him?

"....Of course...you'd be the cause of this...."

Grimacing, he tried to move...but found his limbs tied in place....and rather tightly at that. Although he couldn't see much, it was obvious enough that this was some sort of dark chamber..and from the smell of blood, it wasn't exactly a place he'd normally like to find himself. He wrinkled his nose. No doubt there would be some way he would escape, all he could do now is hold out against whatever stupid torture she had planned for him. He wasn't a weak little pest that she could just wrap around her finger....there was little she could do to break him.

At least....that's what he had thought...after all, he had no reason to question himself, did he? He was a strong person....one whose capabilities in just about all subject matter made a mockery out of anyone who even attempted to reach his level....perfect in mind, perfect in soul, perfect in body.

You can't break something like that.

#bombshellblxnde #hope;

saikorashii

念にょた

#The Self

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{Cracks in the Foundation}

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[—-She wasn’t stupid, far from it in fact. The orchestrator of despair, the queen who made her kingdom. She was far smarter than most would realize, holding two Super Highschool Levels alone was proof enough of that. Especially given what one of them was. A skill she was rather proud of.—-]

[—-A skill that was in play the minute she stood in front of him, his words adding to the calculations in her head, the gears that turned and clicked as they figured things out. Her title as Mastermind was well earned.—-]

♚— “Oh, that’s right. I believe the correct term was Empress~”

[—-She smirked, clearly her lack of concern was upsetting. Still, he was holding a loaded gun at her head, and the boy was known for his temper.—-]

♚— “Tell me, why the sudden change of heart, Byakuya~? You seemed so eager to please me the last time we spoke, Did the King get bored and decide he wanted to expand his domain~?”

[—-She studied the hand tightly clenched around the gun, watching his trigger finger tighten as she spoke.”

♚— “Or is it something else~?”

[—-It was obvious this didn’t come from nothing, and whatever it was that had caused this…problem, needed to be found and removed. She wasn’t fond of things messing with her property, even if he wasn’t technically that. He was still in her lines, he still served for and under her, which in the mastermind’s eyes, dictated him as hers. As long as he was useful, he was hers. This was a problem, and it needed to be resolved, and the source removed.—-]

[—-She just needed to find out exactly what it was.—-]

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The way this woman looked at him....

Like a girl looked at one of her dolls.....

Like a...child with a toy

The former heir's grip tightened around the weapon in his hand, mouth gnarling. That game of manipulation and 'despair' had held him for so long, but he wouldn't allow it any longer. He would not be some fictitious king atop a tower of broken playthings. He would not be a tool to be used, a puppet whose strings were tugged at by this vile woman.

He was Byakuya Togami.

"You don't think you're in any danger here, do you?"

He spat, the gun beginning to shake in his hands. It wasn't with fear or hesitancy....but forced...self-restraint. His fingers were itching to pull the trigger. He wanted to kill her, that was very clear. From the look in his eyes to the way his knuckles whitened at the strength of his grip....the prospect of her cold, life-less corpse hitting the pavement with a less than graceful thump was something he longed to see.

"You view yourself as some immortal being, some fictitious 'queen' or 'empress' that holds her place within this world so firmly that it would be absolutely impossible for her to disappear so quickly..."

Byakuya's finger twitched, nearly pulling the trigger once his shaking had subsided. There was so much hatred that poured from his words....so much bitter hatred and bloodlust.

"You aren't important, Enoshima. You aren't special. If you truly wanted to despair, you'd accept how utterly pointless your existence was meant to be. How you were supposed to be nothing more than a pretty face that will wrinkle and ugly with age.......Even now, as the figurehead of despair, you have no goal, no purpose....all you do is cause chaos and laugh as the world falls apart around you. Why would I serve under someone so repulsive? Someone so undeserving of her power?"

It was taking everything he had to stop him from pulling the trigger. Every thought that would convince him he was better than that. He wasn't that monster, he wasn't that mad king, he wasn't her puppet any longer. He was Byakuya Togami. He was the former heir to a Conglomerate that he would bring back into power once the world was restored. He was Byakuya Togami. He wasn't that spineless man that followed her around, trying to earn her trust and please her. He was Byakuya Togami.

"You are no Empress and I am no King. We both know this to be true and the fact that you're choosing to ignore that fact only shows me how right I was in leaving you and your little despair movement behind. How justified my actions were in choosing to leave this game of pretend you lead me to play."

#bombshellblxnde #regality;

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{Cracks in the Foundation}

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[—-She’d seen him before he’d seen her, a wicked smile gracing her lips as the King looked around. She knew he was looking for her, there would be no other reason for him to be out here. But it wasn’t often she actively saw him outside his visits to provide her with sweets, or when meetings and plans needed to be discussed and laid out. For all she knew he could be out for the same reasons as her, wandering around to see the destruction and take a ‘break’. Although she surely doubted that was the case.—-]

[—-Confirmed so as she stood across from him, taking advantage of his seeming inner argument and lack of attention to do so without him noticing.—-]

[—-It didn’t take long for him to seemingly come to an agreement with himself, and register her presence, the steel barrel of his gun aimed squarely at her forehead.—-]

[—-If she was confused, she didn’t show it, not even flinching as her eyes locked onto his, looking past the gun like it wasn’t there to begin with.—-]

[—-Although that didn’t rule her out as surprised. She hadn’t expected him to aim the gun at her, but really, why should she. He was a follower of hers, devoted to her cause and her, his sucking up was proof enough of that. But that didn’t mean she’d react openly, this wasn’t the first time a gun was pointed at her, and it wouldn’t be the last.—-]

♚— “Well this is an interesting turn of events~”

[—-Her words were steady, laced with sweetness and sarcasm as she stood her ground. She was testing the waters, so to speak, studying him with a cool gaze as she continued to act like the gun wasn’t there.—-]

♚— “What a lovely way to greet your Queen.”

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Her actions, her words, her expression...they all disgusted him. His bare fingers tightened on the trigger.....Byakuya's icy gaze looking over her as if she was some garbage that gave off a particularly foul stench. Had he less self control she would've been dead right then and there.....but what he had was sufficient...at least sufficient enough to postpone her death for now.

The boy had hated her when he was in her servitude. Everything he had done for her was done through clenched teeth...after all, she was no 'real' queen....nothing deserving of any real respect. He knew that better than anyone else, he'd like to think.

But those days as an agent of despair were fuzzy in his head...and thinking about them threatened to give him a migraine....so instead of putting his focus on the past, he allowed himself to gaze forward at the present.....

"You are no queen, and I assure you, I am not your loyal subject. This isn't the sort of behavior you should be giving when there's an ill-tempered man pointing a gun directly at your head....especially one that's grown tired of your venomous words." Was she too stupid to realize he no longer 'belonged' to her...that he was no longer a puppet...that he was not that 'king' that she had last seen before her....?

This only seemed to piss him off more....and made his trigger finger grow all the heavier.

#regality;#bombshellblxnde

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{Cracks in the Foundation}

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[—-It wasn’t often she had a break, well, break in the sense of an absence of followers that surrounded her being on a regular basis. She was a Queen, in both delusion and fact, and a ruler required ‘protection’ despite being more than capable of handling herself. Usually this protection provided itself in the form of her sister, but the soldier was off doing some mindless task she’d been given to get her out of the mastermind’s hair.—-]

[—-Which was how she had found herself walking through the crumbling buildings and destruction her followers had left in their wake, the heel of her boots echoing loudly through the rubble that surrounded her, and a whistle on her breathe that made the scene all the more eerie.—-]

[—-She was still well within her territory, the inner city mostly secured against the work of the Future Foundation, several sub territories elected within. The school, her own personal domain, and the Togami Conglomerate building being three of the most noticeable ones. Grounds around these three had barely been scraped with the foundations ‘hope’, although the school was far more barren than it had been after the survivors release.—-]

[—-The former was seemingly where her feet had decided to take her, the academy looming overhead and cutting through the repetitiveness of empty streets and destruction. Dead silent save for the tune on her lips that sliced through it like a hot knife.—-]

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Byakuya's footsteps were quiet, precise, and confident. He was aware of his location, and incredibly aware of the dangers it possibly held for him. This was why he kept that weapon so securely held within his grip. It wasn't the same one he had used before, back when he would kill those underlings of his 'kingly' state as a means of stress relief...this was one issued to him, instead, from the hand of a friend...someone who wished him only to use it if he was in need of protecting himself.

His grip on the gun tightened. Togami had no intention of abusing what had been given to him, breaking an unspoken promise that he knew that fool had made with him. He would use it when necessary, nothing else....these cold hands were out in the open, soft skin against cool metal.

He wasn't wearing his gloves. He wasn't in fiction. This was reality, true reality, and he would keep that promise. It may not have been hope that was his driving force...but assuredly, whatever was there supporting him would not falter enough for him to stoop....even when the familiarity of the gun in his hand gave him some comfort...and the bloodlust made his heart ache. He was Byakuya Togami.

Though it was when he heard that frightful humming that he felt his blood run as cold as the ice in his gaze. His body tensed, his hand tightened around the trigger. He was ready to shoot, ready to take the initiative and blow the brains out of this incompetent pest before she even had the chance to weasel her way back into his brain.

...But his promise prevented him.

The heir's hand shook with frustration as he looked for her, looked for the woman that had ruined him for so long...lead the way of temptation to turn him into that mad beast of a king.... She was repulsive, disgusting, vile......he wanted to see her bleed for what she had done...but if he did that then it...felt as if he had not changed at all, as if he had never fully healed.

He grimaced, noticing too late how close the two had come before he had even realized she was there. Quickly, the boy pulled up his gun and aimed it at her head, ready to fire at the slightest whim.

"Stand your ground, you disgusting wench...or I swear to you that this will be the last day you filthy the earth with your presence."

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{Cracks in the Foundation}

"Keh......."

It felt as though it had been years since he had last stood in the frigid night air without the presence of gloves to protect his slender fingers from freezing...though their true purpose had been to protect him from not only the external forces around him, but the very reality of the world, itself.A barrier to all that was not under his control....a barrier to the truth that he did not want to see.

The process of removing him from that fictional world...where touching and knowing were the enemy of all he stood for....was a long, painful one...and he still felt himself on the fringes of that same despair on occasion.

But with the cold metal of a gun in his hand....and the words of the boy who pulled him from those very pits of despair still echoing in his ears, Byakuya let out a sigh.

He was better now. He wasn't broken. He was no longer that mad 'king'...that monster....They had trusted him with a gun, and he was sent out on a mission once more. He was Byakuya Togami once more...not a King, not a Lord, not a merciless beast.....but the proud heir that would carry his family name with pride.

#regality;#bombshellblxnde

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Byakuya Togami saves Komaru Naegi Dangan Ronpa: Another Episode epilogue

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ルアックコーヒー | 茶涼 [pixiv]

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sparklysharkly

Fill me with rage

And bleed me dry

And feed me your hate

In the echoing silence I shiver each time that you say

Another collab with the amazing nishinishii who did the awesome sketch and lines, and i did the colour~

Seriously, if you haven’t checked AJ out, i definitely recommend you do, he’s an amazing artist and one of my closest friends. He’s amazing and these collabs are always an honour <3

Edit: Fixed the typo

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sparklysharkly

I had every intention of drawing something serious between these two and then this happened and i’m so sorry

I can practically hear him repeating the words “i hate you, die” over and over in his head

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Should I do a test thing too? I’m really not sure…

=w=;

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((The test posts were to see if the components of the theme were working))

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[—-Execution. The end result of a cruel game by the puppeteers fingers. The undoubted fate for those that succumbed to the taunts and the bribes. Those that gave into the want to live themselves over the lives of others.—-]

[—-Unsurprisingly, in the Masterminds own eyes, the latest to fall was the Heir himself. All his talk of entertainment pulling through, and the Detective fell at his hand. Caught, unfortunately for him, by the luckster, although he should be given points for throwing them off as long as he did. Feelings were always useful when convincing someone you can do no wrong.—-]

[—-But all lies eventually shatter, and he was thrown to the dogs just like everyone else. Or in this case, the trash, to suffer an icy death befitting of the frigid heir himself.—-]

[—-Not that it couldn’t have been seen coming a mile away. Although cards might’ve been placed on the boy actually ‘graduating’, but after certain developments, those had pretty much thrown those into the trash with his now rotting corpse.—]

[—-Speaking of which, that would need to be moved, leaving things to rot was far more trouble than it was worth, and dead bodies proved good motivation for others. Pulling the leather gloves tighter, the Mastermind crouched next to the beaten and bloodied body of one Byakuya Togami, the tail ends of the white coat dragging across the blooded slush and snow, soaking up the left over surface dregs. For precautions sake a disguise was worn, white coat, leather gloves and a garish mask that wasn’t the best design, taste wise. Oh well, better safe than sorry.—-]

[—-A light chuckle escaped, muffled through the mask. He really was an amusing sight, lying broken on the cold, hard ground.—-]

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He felt the presence of eyes on him. It wasn't the same kind of feeling one would get from something physically pressing against them, for it seemed as though his capability to feel such things as that were long gone.....but the ability to know when a burning, malevolent gaze burrowed into your form seemed to have stayed with him.

Why was he even alive?

Was he really alive?

Groaning, the boy quivered....everything was cold....everything felt as though it was missing something...something crucial, essential to his being....though he couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was... But that thing was gone now, and it seemed as though that disappearance was a permanent one.

Who was there?

And how was it...that he was there to be seen at all?

A blue eye met the mysterious figure, as dead as his eyes were, he was still capable of sight, at least with the eye that hadn't been caked with a thick layer of, now dried, blood....he didn't know who this person was...why they were there...or even if this counted as some sort of after life.

Maybe this was 'hell'...?

".....Ghh....nnnnh...."

He tried to speak, tried to make a sound, form a sentence, make some sign that his mind was still as functional as it had always been, even with the grogginess of sleep (or rather, death) still coated over him...but his shivering was too violent, his teeth chattering too loudly, all he could do....was shake.....and stare at the being who looked at him with a masked visage, with no doubt that they enjoyed the sight they saw before them.

This sadistic bastard...taking pleasure in something so horrific.

Disgusting creature, vile monster, unneeded pest...

That person's presence unsettled him

Though he knew it was his failure to 'survive' that unsettled him the most.

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