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❝You may find it simple to TAKE SOMEONE’S LIFE AWAY without regret or your subconscious getting in the way but I’m not the same. My mind operates on a ‘ different level ’ where you think of expressing yourself is equal to tormenting innocent lives. If you truly wished to express yourself, then seek a different hobby than enforcing a show that’ll end your audience’s lives by the finale. Expressing myself to the likes of you aren’t worth considering — why bother to allow your obvious taunts to provoke any sort of reaction? Don’t misunderstand me … I will only ‘ express my hatred of you ’ should the time come. As for now, you’re simply delaying the inevitable.❞
Expressing care to her provocations would be a trap. Anyone who loses their composure without warning were just enough to surrender themselves to their game. That isn’t how the STOIC WOMAN was — she saw through deceptions and pathetic means of ‘ trying to get under her skin ’. The worst of who was capable of doing such a thing is long gone by now. There’s no one else who could bother into making her flinch or break composure. Firm tone stood out, leaving this despair to be crumbled underneath her foot. Offering ‘ free entertainment ’ won’t be something she’ll subject herself into … not any more. That situation is OVER and dealt with ( accompanied by horrid memories ).
❝We ‘ are ’ aware of the consequences behind our actions, Ibuki. There’s no need for you to offer any criticism regarding the tactics we’re making. Be aware that I was AGAINST the idea of displaying any mercy on your kind from the very beginning. But he convinced me otherwise because he reminded me something important … you are victims of that woman who were horribly influenced. It could have been us in the same position as you all are if it hadn’t been for Naegi’s HOPE . Otherwise I would have stained my hands with your blood without wasting my time here to bring you in to HQ.❞
She noted the annoyance when it comes to ‘ insulting ’ her precious friend. Putting Enoshima and friend in the same sentence seems unlikely. Could such a statement ever be composed without losing its sanity? Of course not. Anyone who’s sane would find it unlikely but she expected as much, coming from Ibuki here. This INFLUENCE of Enoshima sunk right into their minds, bodies, and souls to fill the ‘ empty gaps of their lives ’ just as she attempted to do the same to the 78th Class. For a moment, it appears the detective’s composure truly eased to a point she sought a tranquil atmosphere. That behavior itself would be the first step in how she TRULY FEELS over the subject — meaningless.
❝And you have faith in your ‘ friendship ’ with her by spilling innocent blood? Do you believe that is true friendship? It’s no different from a cult leader gathering up their FOLLOWERS and enforce their beliefs on ignorant people without a purpose in their lives. You may have been alone and your songs weren’t heard but forcing people to ‘ listen to your music ’ while punishing them isn’t a means to better the situation. You’ll be pushed into isolation forever than you originally were, Ibuki. Enoshima made things worse on you by feeding you false words that were packed in beautiful wrapping. She deceived you, she deceived all your classmates, and she deceived US . Enoshima admired you? I didn’t think a creature like her was capable of such emotions. The only thing she ‘ admired ’ from you was how far you’d reach into despair as well as what you were capable of pulling off. Her only fixation and FETISH she believed in was her characterization as despair. Caring about you or anyone else was words she spilled to entrap you to believe this character you’re playing off.❞
Just to deliver a sense of warning, a quick KICK to the pavement send a piece of rubble to the left. Brows narrowed without making any other movements to draw herself closer. Fear wasn’t present in her complexion for Ibuki to witness because that was obvious: she wasn’t afraid of despair nor ‘feel’ it. ❝Sorry but this isn’t about what you foolishly desire. You say you ‘don’t want Enoshima to be taken from you’ but that’s simply the BRAINWASHED version of you who’s speaking of those lies. Even now, you’ve declared how painful it is to be forsaken completely by hope. It isn’t too late for you to be at peace and having her removed from your life is the only way you can be capable of doing such a thing. It isn’t over as you bluntly say — this is just the BEGINNING . I admit, hope can never bring the dead back to life but it’s something that helps us move forward with our lives. Even now, I still have yet to find hope … I’m searching for it while wandering about a world that’s fallen. We may not be capable of restoring the world within a day, a month, or even years but it’s a belief we have in our FUTURES that makes our hope ‘ stronger ’ than any despair. Your future was robbed because of Enoshima and it plunged you into believing that concept. If you truly met Naegi-kun, he would be the one who admires you and forgives your ‘ past self ’ as a despair. I can’t disrespect him of that strong belief he carries which is why you CAN’T escape. Not unless you have a desire to DIE the minute you escape this place.❞
In a defensive impulse, those gestures weren’t left unnoticed. She saw precisely what this conversation PROVOKES which could make things complicated. There’s no way she could be capable of killing someone ( not unless it involved the predicament where ‘ he ’ was in danger ), though gloved hands also proved a point by clenching themselves together. Her stance certainly throws a person off by being casual and composed. But it was a lie — simply listening about the ‘ good ’ Enoshima brought forth to Ibuki’s life is enough to make her disgusted. That abnormality being PRAISED for her sickening fetish of despair … abnormality doesn’t even begin to describe how appalled she was of that woman. At that moment, it wasn’t the follower who the detective was annoyed with … it was HER . How badly was this corruption of hers to drive these children to extreme measures? If this ‘ behavior ’ came from one person, the others could end up worse or far more dangerous. Familiar footsteps immediately grasped her attention, aware of the subtle THREAT within Ibuki’s presence. That urge to kill was suppressed physically but not from the depths of her mind. It rang perfectly for the stoic woman to hear and prepare herself for.
❝ OH, NAEGI THIS, AND HOPE THAT. IBUKI GETS IT ALREADY. You wouldn’t be here if that short-stack hadn’t convinced you otherwise. And you still think that Junko influenced us into bad, creepy people, right? Can’t Ibuki say the same about you though? Naegi influenced you with hope, and to naive Kyouko chan, that looked a lot like he was saving your life. But just look around you! Hope can’t win in a world like this. It’s too outmatched! It’s soooo much harder to believe in hope than to fall into despair. It’s easier to just....let go.... ❞
MAYBE IBUKI AND KYOUKO WEREN’T AS DIFFERENT as they so thought. Ibuki was certainly noticing that. They both had friends who influenced them to be a certain way, believe in certain things that would ultimately lead them to fulfillment. They were just doing favors for their friends because their friends were the ones who were there for them. At least, that was what Junko was to Ibuki. She was the one who listened when no one else would. She never got tired of Ibuki’s eccentric personality, and she listened to every song. Every lyric, every tune, every note. And now, it was Ibuki’s job to do the last thing that Junko had asked for before she died. Ibuki would spread despair as far as she could. And the whole time she was doing so, she wouldn’t even consider being anybody but herself.
BUT KYOUKO WAS A REAL PROBLEM FOR IBUKI. She made it clear she wasn’t going anywhere or losing her cool anytime soon. She also expressed several times her desire to turn Ibuki back into who she used to be by ripping Junko’s existence right out of Ibuki’s head. She couldn’t let that happen. Not now, not ever. Not Junko. If Ibuki lost Junko too, she’d really be alone. She’d be somebody completely different - somebody she didn’t want to be. It was bad enough that Junko had died, even though Ibuki truly did respect her for doing whatever it took to fulfill her ambition, but if Ibuki forgot all about her....it’d be like the world ending for the second time to Ibuki. And she wouldn’t even know it.
THE DETECTIVE SURE KNEW HOW TO TALK SOMEONE to death. Ibuki didn’t bother interrupting her. This time she would wait until Kyouko was completely finished before replying. After her seemingly endless ramble about how important Junko’s friendship was to her, she felt a little out of breath. Not only that, it was also a sign that Ibuki was the one losing her cool between the two. Her defensive stance remained present as she glared at the other. She refrained from physically moving closer or farther away. Ibuki was doing her best to appear indifferent, if not somewhat amused, towards what Kyouko was saying, but that wasn’t working out so well. The more and more Kyouko spoke, the tighter her expression got. She was angry. Ibuki was so damn furious to hear this girl talk about Junko like that. As if she actually knew Junko the way Ibuki did. She heard the rubble being kicked across the pavement, but her eyes remained locked on Kyouko a she scowled at her. Without her meaning to, Ibuki suddenly stomped her foot hard. The mixture of rage and desperation she had in her eyes would likely be akin to something Kyouko had never seen before in a person.
❝ DO I....DO I LOOK LIKE I REALLY CARE WHETHER Junko chan was manipulating me or not...? Maybe she did say those things to get what she wanted from me. Maybe she only pretended for the sake of her goals. But Ibuki doesn’t think that part matters so much. What matters is that she said those things at all. I needed Junko chan. I still need her. She gave me what I fucking needed, what don’t you understand about that?! Junko chan cared! Even if her motive was different, even if it was only for a short time, she really did care about me! She showed me how to not be lonely anymore, how to be happy with who I am in a fucked up, disgusting, despair-ridden world like the one I helped her create! I helped her because we were FRIENDS! And I want to keep helping her even now! Because all she ever wanted was for me to be me! ❞
❝ A BRAINWASHED VERSION OF ME IS BETTER THAN THE OLD ME! I won’t be at peace if I go with you! Hope won’t get you anywhere! Hope is POINTLESS! It doesn’t fix your problems at all, you know! And meeting some half-assed Ultimate Hope kid like him for myself won’t change anything either! I don’t have any desire to die, Kirigiri. If I died, the pain, the despair that I’ve been fighting for would completely go away. It doesn’t matter how much I hurt. That’s still me. That’s still who I am. And I....I want to, no wait, I HAVE to make sure that the world hears every lyric of my despair. That’s what this is all about. Not so everything can just come crumbling down last minute with your shitty plan to make me start all over. ❞
Here’s some of the despair shots that were flashed really quickly in the trailer. Definitely some interesting implications here.
"You look very nice today Ibuki-Chan. As you do all days."
❝ OH MY MY MY….GETTING COMPLIMENTS PEKO CHAN when it’s not even Ibuki’s birthday yet….that settles it….this exact moment makes it official……. ❞
❝ IBUKI’S FINALLY WON OVER PEKO CHAN’S HEART! Kyahahaha! Our souls are totally beating as one now! I’m sending a huuuuge thank you your way, so you better watch your back!!! ❞
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Mikan wanted to smile again. The way Ibuki seemed to be fussing over her and worrying like she had when they were in school together made a small giggle rise from the nurse. “I-It’s okay Ibuki-chan… Y-You aren’t making me f-feel unwelcome… I j-just don’t want this bump on m-my head to sit f-for too long without getting s-some sort of treatment,” She reassured the other, lips pulling up in an awkward grin. She took a deep breath and winced with her head throbbed. She knew it wasn’t serious but she didn’t want to be a nuisance to Ibuki either.
“Thank you, Ibuki,” Mikan spoke softly. She hesitated for a moment before gently reaching for her friend’s hand. She held it for a brief moment, awkward smile still on her lips as she continued, “I know i-it’s gonna take s-some time to fix everything I’ve d-done wrong and wh-what we as a group d-did… But i-if I have friends l-like you and Mahiru-chan to h-help then I’m sure I’ll start b-believing in myself soon.”
“I’ll t-talk to you tomorrow, okay? W-we can hang out with Mahiru, o-or if H-Hiyoko isn’t too sc-scared of me still w-we can invite her along too. Um… I th-think S-Sonia-chan mentioned something about a p-picnic… I wasn’t going to go… B-because I didn’t th-think anyone would want me there, b-but… I-if you wanna go I’ll c-come along too.”
IBUKI NODDED. IT WAS PRETTY LATE, TOO. They both should be getting some sleep tonight - or rather, they should try to get some sleep tonight. Hopefully Mian’s head injury would be better by the morning, too. Ibuki would feel really guilty if there was still a bump by the time everyone was awake again. She smiled back at Mikan, but it was just like the ones before - tired and small. That didn’t mean Ibuki was any less sincere about it, it was just that she was seriously tired.
SHE WAS REALLY SURPRISED WHEN MIKAN TOOK her hand, but she didn’t flinch or pull away. Ibuki didn’t even care about how sweaty Mikan’s palm was. She still squeezed her hand reassuring and didn’t let go until the nurse did so first. Ibuki was definitely feeling calmer now.
❝ GOOD...IBUKI’S H-HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. I’LL make sure you get there. Yeah, Sonia chan t-told Ibuki about the picnic too. I think we should definitely go. We can eat sandwiches on the beach and tell ghost stories even when it’s not dark out. It’ll be fun I bet...You, me, and Mahiru chan. And maybe Hiyoko chan if Mahiru chan can convince her. I’ll s-see you then, Mikan chan. But m-make sure you fix up your head before going to sleep or else Ibuki’s telling on you...! ❞
“…And is there a point to you repeating to me information that I already know about myself?” He asks, eyes looking up from the pages of his book to give her a hardened stare. “Or why I should particularly care about your opinions of your classmates?”
IBUKI DID NOT LIKE GROUCHES. AND THIS GUY WAS clearly not a super nice guy. Nonetheless, Ibuki’s smile remained, as did her excitement. Grumpy, grouchy, crabby, whatever! This kid could still probably answer her questions with ease! At least, more ease than Nagito would’ve had if she approached him instead...
❝ NOPE! IBUKI’S OPINIONS AREN’T WHAT WE’RE HERE to talk about this time around! But any other time, I’ll tell you everything you wanna hear! Right now though, I wanna interview you! Ibuki wants to know all the details about what it’s like to be at Hope’s Peak for being way luckier than everyone else! What’s your secret?! Spill spill spill! ❞
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“Here, did you mean that one?” In truth, Nagito got lost halfway through what Ibuki was saying, but he registered the core of her request, and so, he reached towards one of the bottles standing on a counter to his left, to pass it to her afterwards.
“It must be really a lot of work to take care of such haircut, and dyed multiple colors, no less. Truly impressive.” He added with a smile on his face. That was his honest opinion, as he himself didn’t care much about the mess on his head, what was the point of that anyway? Not that it would magically make him worthy in comparison to the other. After all, she was an Ultimate.
❝ YES, YES THAT’S THE ONE! THANKS TIMES A MILLION for that! But obviously not times a billion because that’s a little unrealistic. Gratefulness is a hard game, you know!!! ❞
SHE DOUBTED HE’D UNDERSTAND THE SUBTLE reference to a funny American TV show she just made, but that was fine. Ibuki laughed at her own joke enough for he both of them.
❝ IT CAN BE SERIOUSLY BRUTAL SOMETIMES! You can’t even begin to imagine the kinds of sacrifices I’ve made for this hairstyle! But in the end, Ibuki has no regrets! None at all! Punk rock and heavy metal is always worth the pain! Am I right or am I right?!?! ❞
“Well duh, I know all that. I was there, wasn’t I? I was the one who set up the broadcast, you know.” Junko almost snapped at corporal music player with a roll of her eyes. While becoming an A.I had made her smarter with computers, becoming a specter had apparently done nothing for her patience.
The Mastermind never accused Ibuki of being quick on the draw and that was really rather evident by how long it was taking the light musician to understand the situation that had presented itself to her. It was clear from the body language of Junko, spectral hands on ghostly hips whilst the apparition’s face expressed annoyance. Her foot would impatiently tap against the sand.
“I’d like to say that I didn’t see your failure coming, and like, pretend that this all a part of my plan to kick this little game of despair and hope into overtime but I totally saw it coming. No, no I’m here to see how you’re doing. You don’t see to be in the right frame of mind.” Junko would state before beginning to slowly walk around the other, her tone becoming softer and more empathic towards the other.
It would seem that the mastermind knew what was going on as she somehow often did.
THE MUSICIAN FELT HER KNEES SHAKING as she trembled in fear. It was getting hard to breathe, and for obvious reasons, not being able to breathe made panic settle in more than anything else did. But even so, she tried to calm herself down. Ibuki tried to make a brave face and appear confident. Sadly enough, it didn’t work that well.
AND NOW JUNKO WAS MAD. SHE MADE THAT obvious enough. Ibuki honestly wasn’t sure what she’d do to her now. What could a ghost do to her? Ibuki certainly didn’t want to find out.
❝ Y-YOU.....WHAT...? WHY WOULD YOU... Junko chan, what are you talking about right now?! You coming back from the d-dead is the weirdest and scariest thing ever! Ibuki d-doesn’t believe you came a-all the way back just to check up on her. Y-You wouldn’t go that far unless you had some other crazy jaw-dropping r-reason. What do you really want from me? H-How are you even here right now?! ❞
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Something told her the other girl’s words were a hollow attempt to make her feel better. But even so, at least she was trying. Mikan appreciated the effort, the corners of her lips pulling up slowly in an attempt to smile at Ibuki. Her eyes gave away to the fact that she still felt like absolute shit.
“I d-do believe you! Th-There’s no way I d-don’t believe you! I just… I don’t believe myself,” she explained, noticing how she moved away. Mikan’s fists clenched, she felt like crying again. Of course this looked bad to Ibuki. Who knows how Mikan would react when panicked like this? She looked away from her friend and bit her lip, hard. Her brows furrowed in anger, not toward Ibuki but at herself. “I don’t trust myself anymore…” It was a whisper, barely audible unless someone was really listening closely.
“I just… I w-wanted to make sure you were okay. I d-didn’t want to see you hurt again. Th-That’s why I came here t-tonight. I h-had that dream of h-hurting you again and I c-couldn’t b-bare with the thought that I h-had done something so awful to y-you and H-Hiyoko… I just… Y-You’re right it was the disease that m-made me do that but… I remember everything… And I don’t want to.”
Eyes wide and fearful still, Mikan slowly stood up again, back pressed against the wall for support. “I f-feel better now… I’ll g-go… If I d-don’t at least che-check on the b-bump on my head I’ll probably e-end up worse off…”
IT MADE SENSE THAT MIKAN WOULD FEEL that way. It wasn’t like what happened between them and Hiyoko the sim occurred entirely out of Mikan’s free will. She had the Despair Disease too. Ibuki could personally describe how much it changed a person and warped their mind. But even so, Mikan did do those things. And that was what was scaring Mikan most, probably. That under a proper circumstance, she could do it all again, despite how badly she may not want to.
IBUKI WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING. SHE WANTED to say something so bad. Saying anything would’ve been better than staying silent like a coward. She knew she wanted to forgive Mikan, and keep on comforting her. Ibuki wanted to be brave and keep saying things were going to be all right, even if she didn’t really know for sure. But instead, she sat still and once again listened to everything Mikan had to say. It wasn’t until the nurse rose to leave that Ibuki finally, and rather impulsively spoke again, even if she was still sitting on the floor.
❝ M-MIKAN CHAN, I...I’M REALLY SORRY, Mikan...I didn’t m-mean to make you feel like I was kicking you out...especially when you came because you were worried for Ibuki... I have dreams l-like that...and of Hiyoko chan too, but still, I’ve been too scared to do or say anything...so, th-thank you for coming by tonight, really.... ❞
THE MUSICIAN SLOWLY GOT UP as she spoke. It kind of felt like she was restating what she already said before, but what was wrong with that?
❝ MIKAN, IF IT’S....IF Y-YOU THINK IT’S TOO hard to believe in yourself or to tr-trust yourself right now, then I guess I’ll just have to believe in you until you can catch up. Because we’re.... we’re friends, and friends h-help out where the other is weak. And I-I do trust you Mikan. So it’s all good in Ibuki’s b-book if you wanna talk some more. But yeah, maybe checking on your head is a g-good idea too. Or at least getting an ice-pack from the freezer to make it better i-if it still hurts. I-Ibuki’s no doctor though, ha ha... ❞
{{ ♚ }} — ❝ Then how ‘bout you FIND someone to do it, eh?? ‘Cause I sure as fuck aren’t lettin’ YOU touch my suit. ❞
❝ OH NO, IBUKI WASN’T OFFERING, FUYUHIKO CHAN. Just pointing something out to a friend! It’d be super rude to let you wear it all day without saying anything. Eh heh heh, you sound really mad at Ibuki though. Is your suit your most prized possession or a family heirloom or something like that? ❞
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