(Kinda sorta 16+ :3 )TW: abusive/toxic relationship, dark themes
He helped them at the LAST MINUTE. After everything he’s done for him? After everything he begrudgingly let him get away with despite ruling the school with an iron fist he still left. His fingers tapped impatiently on the arm of the “throne” as he skimmed over every security monitor. A disgruntled monokuma bot at his feet emitting glitched and ominous sounds. Even so, that didn’t change his demeanor. Still as elegant and refined as he was, he simply let his Monokuma’s chase him down for him after last night.
After a few hours he finally got up, walking past his “trophies”, aka, the corpses (or rather remains) of his classmates. His personal favorite, Mondo Butter, was cased nicely on a pedestal. He walked over to the other room where he had his second in command, Gundham Tanaka. Despite their verbal differences they both have the same ideals from being feared to not even needing to speak to be obeyed. Gundham looked up from feeding his anaconda that draped his shoulders with a slight glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke, “Did you ever find out where those fools led your pet?”. Kiyotaka rolled his eyes, “Pet? Really? I’ll admit I’m cruel but “pet” is a bit much. He’s more of a…” He twists his wrists around as he finds his words “..A lost follower.” He trailed his fingers down the snake as he walked past him atop the large red stained glass window. “He’s brainwashed, he’ll come crawling back regardless. His punishment awaits his return, and me…” Gundham rolled his eyes, and ‘pet’ was not beyond Kiyotaka’s vocabulary. Especially not when it comes to Makoto…
“So, you and Kiyotaka were a..” Asahina couldn’t really find the right words to continue, her mind was still spiraling after the trial. Naegi stayed silent, his broken collar still tight around his neck. He couldn’t look his friends in the eyes after what he had assisted with, after everything. He and Ishimaru framed Junko and Mukuro to be able to work with no disruptions, hell he almost got caught slipping up by Kyoko, but he still did it. The fact that Asahina was talking to him after what happened to Sakura, taking her own life while Asahina begged at the door. That was the trial that snapped Makoto out of his devotion to Ishimaru for the first time in four years… It’s been so long since he was that free, he almost thanked Sakura for killing herself to help him see that, but that's not the point right now. He just betrayed the Ultimate Despair, the Ultimate Order, the Ultimate Tyrant. He knew how Ishimaru got when he was livid, he had to make an example even if nobody was around. God, he felt so embarrassed. Suddenly, the intercoms throughout the city went off, it was Ishimaru…
“Makoto, I am aware that your recent actions have caused a minor hindrance to my plans. Why not come home to me…” He said with some annoyance and ghostly promise of punishment. Makoto froze, “T-there’s no way I’m betraying my friends like this again. They do work hard, Kiyotaka. I worked hard-” “YOU..” Ishimaru cut him off, “You only got in because of a lottery, the mere title of ultimate only belongs to those in power and those who give the most effort. If you cannot agree then you are nothing but an obstacle. Such a shame, I had grown to take pleasure in seeing you by my feet in the control room watching everyone. I suppose good things never truly last, now do they…” He said, chuckling darkly into the mic. Shivers ran up everyone’s spines hearing him speak so lowly to Makoto. He didn’t appreciate it when his pets ran away, Naegi was no exception.
“You tricked me, you lied to me, you made me think we were actually changing the world for the better with a bit of humiliation. Instead, you started a massacre!” Makoto yelled out, tears brimming his already red shot and puffy eyes. “Who taught you to speak to me in such a manner? You must return at once, these lazy non-workers are teaching you poor manners to your superiors.” Kiyotaka demanded as if he was around a disease. Suddenly, multiple Monokuma’s surrounded the surviving group, only one target on their mind, Makoto Naegi. “Retrieve him and I shall reward the bear with plenty of fresh lazy non-workers, heheh…” Kiyotaka found pleasure watching them run from about fifteen Monokuma’s he sent after them. He will have his little devotee back at his feet, god, he was almost hard just thinking about it, about HIM. He could remember the past…
Kiyotaka sat on his throne, golden metal with red cushions. Leaning against the arm rest watching everyone roam around the school. One leg crossed over the other with the faint light dancing on his polished knee-high army grade boots. Makoto on his lap with an electric spike collar around his neck to ensure obedience. In the game while he was undercover he was ordered to make it seem like a fashion choice rather than make it seem as if there was something more. It seemed to work since Kyoko never suspected a thing as of yet. Kiyotaka stroked Makoto’s chin like a bird. “They are persistent, how annoying. However, you did acceptable work when it came to the last class trial. Perhaps you can get a reward…” He said as he gently stroked his hair.
(PLS LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT IK IT'S KINDA LAZY)
If in this short story I mischaracterized someone far beyond the line of okay mischaracterization for the sake of an AU someone please sedate me.
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