@danggirlronpa said there was no akane/mukuro stuff and i had a couple of ideas but the other one needs to be a separate thing so here's the first one
Mukuro shifts her gun from her shoulder, focusing on an empty spot in the courtyard below. “I’m not playing right now, Akane.” She peers through the scope. This is a good spot, but it’s not the best. Junko was wrong.
(Junko wasn’t wrong. She’s never wrong. She’s just testing her. Again. It feels like that’s all she does anymore. Test her.)
“But you’re doing that thing where you climb to the tallest buildings around again.” Akane props a hand on her hip as Mukuro turns around and begins to disassemble her gun. “It’s like hide and seek, only you’re seeing if you can get somewhere tall enough that I can’t climb it to get to ya.” She digs a finger into her ear, picks something out, and flicks it away. “So now it’s my turn, right? I find a tall spot, and you gotta find me.”
“That’s not tag,” Mukuro says as she stands. She lifts her gun’s pack, rests the strap on her shoulder, and walks past the other girl.
But Akane ignores her. “Where you goin’?”
Mukuro doesn’t even spare a glance to her. “To find a better spot.”
“But it’s my turn to hide! ‘Cause you’re it!” Akane scowls. Then she sprints past Mukuro. “I’ll get there before you do! It’s a race, and I’m gonna win!” She pauses just long enough to turn and flash Mukuro a huge grin. “And when I do, you’re paying for supper!”
The school pays for everything, Mukuro thinks as Akane hops over the roof’s edge, likely scaling down the building like a spider. (Junko says they should have called her Ultimate Spider-Woman and laughs about it; Mukuro’s getting tired of all the stupid references, like her sister can’t connect to normal people anymore without reaching for something to compare with her constant thoughts.) She scans the horizon again, finding her next spot. There.
Akane is waiting for her when Mukuro arrives, that big, excited grin on her face, head cocked to one side. “Beat ya!”
“I wasn’t racing.” Mukuro walks past her to the edge of the roof and doesn’t even set her bag down. This is a bad spot. Anyone worth their salt would notice that this is a bad spot. There are trees everywhere. Sure, she’s a good sniper, and she can get around that, which means the cover is good for her, but she would rather have a cleaner shot than risk it just for cover.
One shot would kill her prey quickly enough, and by the time someone turned around to look where the shot came from, she would be gone. The cover doesn’t matter. Not this time.
“Yeah, but you’re still gonna buy me dinner, right?”
Mukuro shifts the weight of her bag and turns back. “Catch me first.”
Akane’s brow furrows. “But you’re not it. You’re supposed to hide, and then—” Her eyes light up. “Got it.” She covers them with her eyes. “You got all of ten seconds before I find you and beat you to a pulp!”
“Yeah, okay.” Mukuro slips away between counts ten and nine and continues to walk calmly to her next destination.
No Akane waiting for her, which means she wins.
Still a shitty place to try and snipe her target, for most people, but it should be fine for her.
Mukuro sets up her gun and fires a muffled warning shot just past Kyoko’s hair as she walks through the courtyard. No one will be able to hear it over the students’ and teachers’ passing talk, and Kyoko flinches long enough, one gloved hand raising to the braid tied in her hair. (Junko said something about some sort of tragic backstory that involved a sniping game and Kyoko’s braids being shot off; Mukuro doesn’t know why or how Junko knows that (she doesn’t need to know; Junko’s Junko), but it means that her test shot brings up enough of Kyoko’s PTSD for her to freeze, means that when Kyoko looks and sees no one, she’ll just chalk it up to some sort of flashback.)
Mukuro leans back and lets out a sigh of relief. She could make the shot from the location Junko chose, but she likes the feel of this one better. The other spot would be better for Junko, would allow her to show off or make some sort of grand gesture, but Mukuro’s not that flamboyant. She never has been. Just let her do the job and—
Akane flips over the edge of the roof and smacks her hands together. “You owe me a free dinner, Mukie!” Then she props her hands on her hips again. “Let’s go! I’m starvin’!”
“I thought we were gonna fight.” It’s a statement, not a question, and Mukuro puts her gun’s bag to one side easily enough. She can’t leave it here, because someone will notice – someone other than Junko, who will move it to where she thinks it should go and expect Mukuro to just figure it out (she can be petty that way) – and she can’t afford to have someone fucking with her set-up.
“Well, yeah, obviously we’re gonna fight.” Akane tilts her head to one side again and looks at Mukuro curiously. “But after we eat. Can’t fight ya on an empty stomach!” She reaches over and slaps Mukuro’s back hard enough that a weaker girl would have crumpled. (Mukuro is not a weaker girl.) This time, her grin grows toothy. “And then, when I win, you can get me second dinner!”
Junko would call Akane a hobbit.
Mukuro knows better – hobbits aren’t this tall.
“Winner takes the loser out for breakfast,” Mukuro says, “tomorrow morning.”
Akane beams. “Free food’s free food, no matter when I get it!” She leans forward, and her eyes flash darkly. “You’re on.”
