90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟛𝟘 - This Was Never How I Wanted Things to Go. ♣️

˜*°•.Chapter Warning and Note.•°*˜

References to murder/death.
Self-sacrifice/Assisted suicide.

This is a [Part 2] of the chapter 'There's Nothing You Can Do, This Is It. This Is How It Goes.'

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"You're correct Shuichi, I'm the mastermind," Rantaro sighed as he stared at the ground, too afraid to make eye contact with his boyfriend. He hadn't chosen his role, he despised the thought of killing his friends. However, Rantaro had hoped no one would die, he hoped he could save them but Monokuma wouldn't allow it. Danganronpa wouldn't allow his family to live if he did.

"What..." Shuichi whispered. Rantaro realised the detective had accused him based on evidence yet his heart had been holding onto hope. Hope that Rantaro couldn't do such a thing. "Why? Why just tell me why!" Screaming, Shuichi's cap fell to the floor with his body as he grasped at his blue locks.

"I... I didn't want to!" Rantaro cried, tears welling up in his emerald eyes. "I've played a killing game before, the last season... V2... When I sacrificed myself to save everyone, I didn't realise that meant I'd be this season's mastermind..." He continued to explain his situation, silently begging for forgiveness from the people who would always loathe him.

"You killed Kokichi..." Shuichi whispered from his spot on the ground. His body had stilled, no longer trembling with despair. "All the time I'd spent comforting you, you were laughing in my face... I was too dumb to realise, too blinded by love..." He continued to monologue as Shuichi processed all of the information that swarmed through his mind.

"No!" Rantaro screamed as his tears fell down his cheeks. "I didn't want him to die, I tried everything I could to stop it from happening! They wouldn't change it, the higher-ups wouldn't change what happened... This was never how I wanted things to go."

"How did you want them to play out exactly?" Harukawa interrupted the couple's feud.

"I don't know. Fucking hell, I don't fucking know!" Rantaro shouted as he threw his arms into the air.

"Oi, Amami, get on with it before you bore the viewers," Monokuma snapped from his throne. Rantaro turned to the duo chromatic bear and nodded, taking a deep breath to calm himself enough to explain another traumatising event. He'd already explained how they were fictional characters and everything was a television show, now there was another thing to sort out that he dreaded.

"The first trial, Shirogane's murder, do you all remember?" He asked, receiving nods from the four surviving contestants. "Akamatsu... is innocent. I killed Shirogane, not her," he sighed.

"That means..." Yumeno broke the silence, wiping away her tears of sorrow. "Why would you execute the wrong person?! Just to appease your ego?!" She screamed, her eyes squeezing shut.

"N-No, it's not like that. You see, Akamatsu was supposed to kill Shirogane, but, uh, the shotput ball missed. I caved in her skull with a spare I brought as a backup and planted fake evidence. She should've done it, she thought she did, but in the end, it was me..."

"You..." Shuichi sniffed, slowly crawling to his feet as his body swayed with dejection. "You killed my boyfriend and my best friend?!" He cried, tears replenishing with horrid news after horrid news. "Kokichi died to protect us, he wanted us to live... If we'd known the truth, we'd have both killed you..." His glare hardened as he stared into Rantaro's soul, not a hint of love or care to be seen.

"Please, please, you have to understand!" Rantaro screamed and cried, begging for forgiveness despite knowing it fell on deaf ears. "I didn't want to do this, this wasn't how I wanted things to turn out at all! All I wanted was to save my friends, I didn't know I'd be the mastermind!"

He knew there was more to the story, although Rantaro didn't feel the need to indulge the others. After sacrificing himself in the past game, Rantaro had scripted and created an entirely new season with willing participants. He'd planned everything from the start, it was only now that he regretted everything.

"You're the reason Chabashira and Yonaga died!" Yumeno screamed, the memory of her best friends looming in the air. Rantaro could feel the eyes of every deceased participant on him, glaring at him from above with curses and disdain.

"Momota's dead too," Harukawa snarled.

"Everyone's dead!" K1-B0 cried.

"No one's dead," Rantaro sighed. Everyone turned to the male and glared at him, ordering him to explain. "Listen, I already told you both that everything's fiction, that we aren't real. Well, you as you know yourself aren't real, but you are."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Shuichi spat.

"This is a simulation. Your memories are fake, your talents are fake, but you are real. No one is dying either," he sighed. "When you die, the simulation ends and you wake up in the real world. As I said, it's all fake."

"You already explained that," Monokuma groaned.

"They're fucking traumatised!" Rantaro argued with the headmaster. "Some information is bound to fly over their heads!"

"Just get on with it," Monokuma snapped. "We need to get to the part where everyone dies!" Rantaro's eyes widened as he remembered the situation, memories of his first game flashing through his mind. Memories of the time he'd sacrificed himself, only to be the reason that eleven people died in excruciating, horrible methods.

"Fuck you," Rantaro snapped back, his hands trembling. "Go die in a fucking inferno you whores!" He screamed, shoving his hand into his pants pocket and pulling out a remote. "I can't fucking do this, I can't kill everyone! This killing game has to end!" Slamming his fist into the button on the remote, Rantaro screamed as a red flash filled his vision.

He watched his old friends stare at him with confused expressions as the red flashing quickened. The dog tag necklace around his neck grew warmer as it continue flashing. Without warning, the room erupted in a blinding light. Flames licked at the podium as Rantaro's body splattered around the trial grounds. It was the only thing he could do to fix the mess he'd created. By eliminating the problem at the source.