When Byakuya entered the library, he just knew that something was wrong. Something felt different from the last time he had entered it, something that should've been impossible... Unless...
Unless Junko had done something. And knowing Junko, that would be far from weird. She would take literally any chance to mess with him.
Then, he saw it- an envelope that most definitely had not been there before. No. A letter like that would've surely been noticed by him before, so that meant that it had to be new. Which meant that Junko must've placed it there.
For now though, he ignored that. Mostly because his chosen imbecile was already walking over to Toko, a stupidly friendly smile on her face. "You must be pretty happy to have all these books around, huh Toko?" He asked, his voice casual.
The ugly girl turned her head to the side. "N-Not particularly... Nothing's really c-caught my attention so far."
Hifumi nodded, "Indeed. There's a plethora of books, it's true, but the content seems...lacking," He asked, his voice almost... passionate. "Where's the comic books!? Where's the young adult section!?"
Ugh. This room was just filled with idiots, huh? Well, other than... her.
Because of course she had to be here too. Byakuya would've preferred if she was somewhere else- then he could've been the one to tell her important information from here- but he supposed that he could work with this as well. It was nothing more than a minor annoyance.
Toko let out a scoff. "Comic b-books? Young adult? That stuff's a w-waste of time..." She said, for once saying something that was logical.
"I've seen what you write, Miss Fukawa. Talented as you are, your stuff isn't any more 'worthwhile'," Hifumi responded, levelling an almost comically soft glare at her. The boy was even bad at being mad.
"My stories are filled with true love and pure feelings! Don't compare them to that garbage of yours! Your writing doesn't even m-mean anything. It's just a bunch of j-jumbled up letters...! S-Someone should just...burn it all."
For once in his life- and most likely the only time too- Byakuya agreed with her. Well, partly. Her work was not filled with 'true love and pure feelings', but Hifumi's work was nothing more than trash which only served as fuel for a fire. The same could be said about Toko's writing though.
"Ooh, the lady doth protest too much, methinks! I bet you're secretly into boy-on-boy action!" Hifumi said in a slightly mocking tone.
Ugh. This whole conversation was just... disgusting. Every single word that was said here was nothing but useless drivel.
"Boy-on-boy...? I don't care if it's a-anime or comics or fanfic or wh-whatever!" Toko responded in an angry tone. "It's all filth! Throwaway culture that'll be trashed and forgotten in half a decade! Just thinking a-about it makes me want to throw up..."
"Grr...! You've insulted me, and you've insulted my honour!" Hifumi responded, though at this point, Byakuya was completely done with this- he wasn't going to listen to this for any longer.
So, he let Makoto deal with that, and walked over to her instead.
He let out a small hum as he saw what she was looking at. "A laptop?" He asked, his voice light. As if he didn't know about the laptop- as if he hadn't been the one who had placed it there.
Kyoko looked up at him, a frown on her face. If it weas because of him or the laptop, he did not know. "It's broken. I tried pressing the power button earlier, but nothing happened."
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The Heir Of Despair
FanfictionWhat if this time around, it wasn't just Junko who was the mastermind of the killing game? What if she had somebody by her side, a friend you could even say? And what if that person was Byakuya? Because this time around, Byakuya was even worse- he w...
