What would the world be if Junko Enoshima only loves the unpredictable?
No obsession over despair.
No hating hope.
But both? Both hope and despair. So long that it gives something unkown.
....
After all does not both bring unpredictability? Why woul...
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I didn't know that festivals can gather.. many.. people at once...
Wherever I turn all I see are groups of people either having fun or was busy walking to their destination. To be honest seeing many people makes me feel agitated. After all I didn't really come here to have fun but to go to the store where the TV is.
Going to the festival was just an excuse to go to that store, though I don't think Mukuro noticed since she's too busy gawking at everything.
*Sigh*
But it seems my sigh had gathered her attention to me, making me feel more irritable by the minute. I would have come here by another time with less people but since Mukuro has been down at the dumps recently, I just figured she would go back to her annoying self if we where going together to make sure she won't bother me in the future.
"What's wrong sis.? A-are aren't you having umm.. fun with me?" Mukuro ask me while gazing at my form in concern.
I just shook my head as a reply and abruptly run. Mukuro of course was taken aback but quickly recovered and was running after me.
Barely keeping up.
"Ju- Junko! Wait for me!?" Mukuro shouted still running to catch up with me.
"Then run faster!" I shot back
"I-I'm *pant* trying!" Was the reply I got.
Then suddenly I stop, making Mukuro who was running after me skidded and slam against me, making both of us fall hard in the ground.
I groaned not really thinking things through since I was beginning to get desperate on how long our deal will finally start. Mukuro who seems to finally snap back to reality, hastily grab my arm to help me stand back again. Of course it comes with many apologies.
"Ugh, Just shut up! Don't apologize it was also my fault for stopping so suddenly" I snapped at Mukuro.
Mukuro for her part flinched back at the sudden volume her younger sister use on her and couldn't help but let her gray eyes getting too teary for my liking.
'damn it!!'
She sniffled and cried silently, hearing her hiccups while crying I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Though as quickly at those feeling surface it was gone the next. This whole situation has now become bothersome to deal with. And because of Mukuro's crying it attracted some attention to them.
'joy.'
"*Sigh.. come on Mukuro let's go" I whispered softly hoping that it would atleast calm Mukuro slightly and It seems to work because when I pulled her gently Mukuro seems to comply.
'well that's good... So long as the attention on our back is gone I'll just pretend to be a little bit caring for her, and after that go to find some clues on the matter at hand.'
Finally as we reach the destination I wanted, I was greeted by the vendor of the stall. Mukuro looks like she's done crying so that's a good sign.
"Hey there children wanna test your luck and get a mysterious price?" The vendor ask them pointing at the strings that seems to be attached to many varieties of items.
When Mukuro saw that one of the prices was a toy gun she seems to brighten at the sight. Honestly you don't get why Mukuro loves guns or anything related to any firearms since as far as you could tell, there was nothing in the house that remotely can cause Mukuro's love for guns. Though you can also think of many outside possibilities but you don't really care much about the topic.
"Yes please, how much for one game mister?" I said but unkown to both Mukuro and the vendor, I already know which string to pull thanks to my talent.
"20 yen ojou-chan" the vendor smiled down at me. I just nodded back at him and beckoned Mukuro to my side.
"Hey sis do you want that toy gun?" I asked her, though I already know her answer but it can't hurt but to tell her so she won't easily cry for what I'll do later.
Mukuro who turned her gaze away from the gun to only look at her younger sister in puzzlement, as if to say 'how can you get the gun with so many strings, sis?' but seeing that I was waiting for a proper answer, she just nodded her head shyly at my direction.
And that's all I need to directly pluck a string and behold, as I had predicted the string was attached to the toy gun that was previously gotten my older sister's attention. The vendor just congratulate us while me and Mukuro left.
Mukuro seems to be in a daze while holding her new toy gun in her chest like a teddy bear. She seems to have a mental struggle with herself while I was just looking at her reactions discreetly.
Finally she stops but her hand suddenly reach out and tug my shirt. I stayed silent, silently questioning my sister's weird behavior. It did interest me slightly since my older sister never was the one who will take initiative at hand to hand contact, though if you call it a contact.
"JunkoIhavesomethingtotellyou!!" Mukuro asked quickly, I didn't really get her question and when I asked her to repeat it again, she flushes in embarrassment.
"Urghmm... I have something to tell you!" Mukuro finally said clearly, she seems a little determine on what she would say to you so you tried to listen to her. After all it may be interesting.
Mukuro seeing that you are listening to her sighed a little out of relief. And started to explain to me why she was acting weird.
"You see... I had weird dreams lately and it was all about the future and stuff... I don't actually understand it.. but.. you where so cruel to me when *sniff.. where older.. and.. and at the every end.. I would see... That I would get stabbed by *sniff uh.. ummm long knives sticking at the ground. And I would always see you... Smiling so mean.. to me.....that..I..I... And.. and.. it made me scared for some reason...and I *sniffled I'm sorry.. *sniffled... Uwaahhh!!" She started well at the beginning but mid way she started to cry and at the end she was full blown crying now. But what I heard at her explanation clearly interest me.
The keyword of her story that was hard to ignore was -when where older- . . . .
'Somehow her story seems to relate from the TV at the screen? Somehow it was connected.. I don't know how.. but it clearly is! Oh... Is it the time? Does this really connect to it!- ah... No good, seems likely I become a little distracted for a second'
... though with further analysis on her words, it seems her dreams where hinting that somehow "I" was involved on her supposed death. Well that's strangely concerning. Even though the way I act may seem callous to others but I never truly hated Mukuro. I never actually thought of wishing for her to die like that.
And with that I hugged Mukuro gently while she was crying her eyes out. Always saying sorry over and over again, sobbing about how she was so scared from both of her dream and the 'me' from said dream. . . . Well now I can see the reason for her weird behavior this past weeks. She was scared. Scared of me. . . And yet it still intrigued me. To have a response like that even though it was a dream.
