Stealth(can't save you)

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A/N- I was texting @KinakoKayeko11037 when they randomly brought up an AU of theirs:

"I have an AU where Mukuro sorta dodged the pointy things but only one hit her in the forearm and she had to amputate her forearm so she then she gets a prosthetic arm. Bro, idk."

 Their words, not mine-

I replied:

"Time to write that-"

"Although it won' be a happy ending for her"

"But like-"

I usually don' go against my word, and since I've never written Mukuro before, I'll try my best!

TWs: Sibling incest, one sided relationship, betrayal, sad/bad ending, gore, torture.


Mukuro's POV

My sister's energy, compared to mine, was sorely draining. I suppose it was her duty as the younger sibling to be a balance to my bland attitude, after all...

Ah...Junko...she's a blessing to have...always so, so perfect...

The best little sister ever...

I stared into the distance, thinking about her blonde, luscious curls, blue eyes drained of what she hated the most, and her world curling to her very toes...

The curve of her waist, the width of her hips, the luxury of her plush thighs, her perfectly, innocent, high-school facade...

"Enoshima-san? Eno..ma-s...ENOSHIMA-SANNNNN!" I heard the voice of Aoi Asahina snap through all of my heinous thoughts.

I looked up at her, and grinned.

"Like- What do you need? Am I doing something wrong?" I asked, donning Junko-san's tone of voice.

"You were spacing out, you heathen. This entire dining hall understands that you're a  famous model, but in these circumstances, it would be much more professional to listen." Byakuya said, pretentious as ever

I was about to refute, but Monokuma beat me to it.

"Everyone! Everyone! Please come to the gym! We have a very special announcement!" He said happily, before the screen shut off, and everyone was left to silence.


Junko's POV

A trap, all set up for poor, poor Mukuro...

She doesn't even know what's going on!

"She's so dumb..." I muttered to myself.

"It's so...boring..."

Everyone made it to the gym, sadly, unharmed. 

"Welcome,  welcome! Today, I must present to you, a killing game, full of mysteries, betrayals, murders, and most importantly, executions!"

Everyone was immediately sent into a panic. It was such a boring, expected reaction...

I wonder how my beloved Kamakura-san would react! Would he be bored? Flushed? Scandalized?

Eeeeeeee! I know, I know! Oh, it'll be perfect!

I'll put him and his despairful classmates in a killing game! Well, they aren't classmates to him, but who cares!

"Enough is enough! Stop it with this killing game bull!" I heard Mukuro from the cameras.

She stepped on Monokuma.

Not part of the script, but oh, so, unpredictable! Exhilarating! Absolutely marvelous!

Too bad...I'll have to use her mistake as an example, so early on into the game...

"Upupupup! Rule number..." I simply closed all my senses, waiting for the time to come.

It never did.

I only heard a shriek, and then a curse word.

It shouldn't have been possible, She should've been killed the moments the blades pierced through her body.

I snapped open my eyes, to see the wig that was impaled by the spikes, and the short black haired girl standing with a knife close to her chest for self defense. 

"Oh no! This does not go unpunished!"

More spikes shot up and about. I watched with glee, as she dodged every single one, getting stabbed in the arm in the same place, more than once.

I watched how she purposely jumped, and clung to a wall, before taking the risk, and slamming her body outside of the gym.

The spikes appeared in her wake, as if she controlled them! She kicked open the nurse's office door, and slammed it shut.

It was honestly quite disappointing to realize that I never implemented spikes in that room...I need to change that...

She swore up and down, looking at her forearm. Her right elbow was close to useless, and it was hanging by a piece of flesh, a barely intact bone, and some pinkish skin.

Of course, her classmates were still frozen in the gym. I bet she feels so betrayed!


3rd Person POV

Mukuro didn't expect an attack, from her own sister, no less. Didn't she love her?

The black haired girl nodded, a gleam in her eyes.

Junko did love her. And she lived Junko. No matter what, they would both protect each other. They'd never betray. Only love. Once she stepped out of the room, she'd be pushed into a hug with her, with apologies and explanations or an applaud on her amazing performance.

There was no other option. 

She grimaced at her arm, but smiled, knowing that Junko had spared her. She truly believed that Junko cared more about her than any amount of despair that'd come their way.

With that, she stepped outside of the nurse's office.

Instead of Junko Enoshima, she was met with Monokuma.

"Enoshima-san? Where are you?" Mukuro asked, completely ignoring the bi-colored bear.

"Hey! Notice me already, you wimp!" Monokuma yelled.

"What." Mukuro asked, not having the time in the world to deal with a bear.

A mechanical one, no less.

"Just wanted to grab your attention. Sayonara, sucker!" 

With that, she felt a dull pain pierce her entire body, and she fell to her knees, shaking.

She vaguely comprehended that this meant that Junko really didn't care for her, and just used her. Over that, she smiled.

"I love you, Junko...!" She said happily, her corpse falling to the floor.

Junko walked out from a corner, smirking at the body.

"Pssshhh! So stupid! Monokuma, put her in the makeshift morgue. I still have to name that place, huh..."

"Okie Dokie! Bye byyyyeee!" 

Junko Enoshima smirked, and fantasized the future of the killing game as she went back to the 5th floor.

Unbeknownst to her, not only did the 'useless' classmates overtake her, but they also figured everything out.

Not so boring after all.

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