The Heir Of Despair

Among Despair (Daily Life- Part 2)

It didn't take long for panic to start appearing once Monokuma had left. Screams and sobs could be heard as people opened their e-handbooks. For Byakuya, it truly was a wonderful thing to hear. Their sounds were like music to his ears.

But out of pure curiosity, he decided to check his own e-handbook. And to his surprise, he saw his father seemingly captured. His dark brown hair looked dishevelled, just like the suit he was wearing. And even though it was dark, clear bruises could be seen on his face. His cold blue eyes were barely open.

However, as Byakuya took a closer look, he noticed a few other things. The ropes his father was bound with seemed to be a bit loose, the bruises on his face didn't seem to match his completion exactly and he just looked too healthy.

Then there was also the fact Byakuya had spoken with him barely a day or two ago. There was no way these bruises could've formed in that little time. However, Byakuya knew for sure that this was his father. It wasn't an impostor or fake- this really was his father.

The only thing that was fake were his injuries. Which meant that Junko hadn't actually kidnapped him. She just somehow managed to convince him to play along. That way Byakuya had a seemingly real motive as well.

That was quite impressive. Byakuya knew his father and he wasn't easily convinced. But then again, his father did seem to like the killing game. And he already knew Junko and liked her good enough- he didn't hate her, at least. So, maybe that was how she got him to play along.

Either way, it made for quite a surprising sight in the beginning. Byakuya supposed that was what Junko wanted. This was truly nothing more than one of the many pranks she had played on him. Pranks that always caused him a bit of despair, pranks that caused his heart to skip a beat before going back to normal.

That was just the way Junko was. Byakuya knew for sure nothing could change that. She practically needed to cause despair. And Byakuya was willing to help her with that.

After all, it was very amusing to see Sayaka running out of the gym with tears falling down her face. While he wasn't despair obsessed like Junko, it was entertaining to see people's despair. It simply amused him.

And seeing people try to have hope overcome that despair was even better. The way Makoto ran after Sayaka was borderline pathetic. Yet that was what made it so amusing. Despair truly was something special, Byakuya knew that by now.

But after Makoto and Sayaka had left, others also began to leave. Which also meant it was Byakuya's turn to leave- he had no doubt that Junko would want to talk to him. So, he left the gym and made his way to his room. Along the way, he came across a sobbing Chihiro.

He would deal with him later.

For now, getting to his room was more important. So, that's what he did. And the moment he had locked the door behind him, the monitor in his room lit up.

He had expected to see Monokuma, though that wasn't what he was seeing. At least, not exactly. Monokuma was there, but he was getting hold by Junko. If it was a plushie or one of the robots, Byakuya didn't know.

"Hello, Kuya!" The girl greeted with a wide grin- she must've loved everyone's despair. "Did your motive feed surprise you?" She asked while cocking her head to one side in a slightly unnerving way. Byakuya knew she was doing that on purpose.

The heir nodded- he knew that lying to Junko was fruitless, so he didn't. "Yes. I must say, I didn't expect to see my father there," He said as he pushed his glasses up. "You had me fooled for a moment."

Junko pouted. "Awww, so you did see through it? And I tried my best to make it look real!" She said in a fake sad tone. Byakuya knew that she could have made it much more convincing if she wanted, so this was a lie. One she wanted him to know.