Danganronpa One-Shots (1,2,3,v3)

Izuru Kamakura × Chiaki Nanami [He's Not There..] {AU} (Part 2)

(A/N) Yeah, this part 2 is right after the first one, surprising. (But you know what's not surprising? How Nekomaru saved 15% or more on toilet insurance.)

~○~Chiaki's P.O.V.~○~

I beat him another ten times, we had fun. He's kinda a sore loser, but he managed.
"Oh, I won again?" I asked after the thirteenth time I won against him. "Are you going easy on me?"
"I wish I was.." He muttered under his breath.
"Me too." I smiled. "It's rare for me to have a worthy opponent, you beat me a couple of times, and I'm glad. Losing doesn't feel to bad.." I placed the controller down and started braiding his hair.
"What are you doing?" He asked, darting his sharp eyes at me.
"Your hairs long enough for a braid." I replied, continuing to braid his soft black hair.
"Well then." He let out a small sigh and sat down closer to me.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked him, curious.
"So you could braid it better." He turned his gave away from me and allowed me to continue.

~○~Izuru's P.O.V.~○~

She continued to braid my hair even though I stopped looking at her. On occasion, her hands slipped and touched my back lightly, which always came with a, "Sorry." Attached to it.
"Oh, Izuru~!" My eyes shot open and turned to Chiaki.
"D-Did you say th-that?" I stuttered.
"What?" She shook her head no and turned in the direction of the door to the outside.
"Junko." I said under my already hitched breath.
"J-Junko?" Fear crept along her eyes as she let go of my hair. "She tried to kill me.." Her breathing hitched. She grabbed onto my arm. "Please.. d-dont let her.."
"Wouldn't dream of it." I inhaled sharply after I had said that. "Hide. Find somewhere."
"Izuru!! Hurry up!" Junko needed me, for reasons unknown, probably because I'm this weapon, anyone could use me.
"Fine." I said in my usual monotoned voice. "Chiaki, hide." I whispered.
"You sound.. more sincere." She muttered in reply to the voice I talked to her with.
"Shut up and hide, unless you don't want to hear my voice, or any other voice again." She stared down at the ground and avoided my glare. I hid her under the bed, which was hiding all of Mukuro's guns.
"Hurry up!!" Junko screeched from the door.
"Here." I returned back to my usual personality and opened the door.
"Izuru!" She wrapped her arms around me, which I returned; With a glare.
"Don't hug me." I said rather loudly.
"Fine." She let go and sat down on the bed Chiaki was hiding under.
"Do you want to go shoot at soem people?" Junko asked with a wide smile. "We can use Mukuro's guns, she shouldn't mind!"
"No nee-!" I yelled, reaching my hand out of Junko's. Quickly, she reached under the bed and grabbed a handgun.
"It smells different." She then immediately shot a bullet at me.
Of course, I dodged it with ease, but something, -or someone- let out a high-pitched squeal.
Junko's crazy blue eyes shot open and looked under the bed. "Who's here?!"
I immediately ran towards Junko and grabbed the handgun. My face was extremely close to hers as a smirk grew across my usually emotionless face. A look of shock played on hers. "Boom." I whispered in her ear as the bullet shot through her head.
"Izuru!?"

~○~Chiaki's P.O.V.~○~

"Izuru!?" I unconsciously yelled out as I tried to escape from under the bed filled with guns, gripping one tightly with my left hand.
I heard a small mumble as I finally made my way out from under. "Izuru?" I felt tears rise up in my eyes as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist.
"It's okay." A small gasp left my lips as I recognized the voice imediantly. "I'm here." He whispered in my ear as the gun I had snagged from under the bed fell to the ground with a loud, 'PSHUT'
sound.
  Tears began to roll down my pink cheeks. "I thought y-you were d-dead."
"Ultimate (Bullshit) Everything, remember?" He whispered in my ear, his words like earmuffs hiding my ears away from the cold, and any other noise.
  I turned around and placed my lips on his, much to Izuru's surprise. "I don't mind that your not Hajime anymore, as long as you're okay." I whispered after the kiss broke.
"Well,-"

"He's Not There, Anyways."