The physics lab was silent for a while, with the only sound coming from the air purifier. The room was currently inaccessible to most of the students in the school, but there were two students in the room already. Mukuro, who was currently unconscious with a mask over her face keeping her that way, and Junko, who'd brought her here to begin with. Junko was busy hooking her sister up into a new machine, based off of Matsuda's invention, with a few tweaks that she had made to allow memories to be returned to Mukuro.
"You should be happy that I was able to put this contraption together Sis, since the alternative would have been hours of worthless babbling about our history together, which sounded way too lame! Now, I can just type what I want you to remember, and POOF! Instant memories!" Mukuro was unresponsive, as to be expected of an unconscious person. She was still for now, but nobody knew what would happen when she regained some of her memories. Now was the question of which memories Junko would allow Mukuro to recover. Junko spun in her chair, pondering to herself about which memories her sister should regain, what would torture her the most. "Hmm... I think a few vague recollections of your war days and fellow Ultimate losers will do quite nicely." That choice would serve nicely in further driving suspicion on to the unconscious girl, but may also trigger her PTSD from the war. Perfect to drive her even further into despair. Of course, Mukuro had confronted the mastermind directly, and would probably remember their encounter. Junko already planned to erase any knowledge Mukuro possessed of their previous encounter. "We'll meet properly before this killing game is over, right at your lowest moment Mukuro." Mukuro could only lay silently and still, completely at the mercy of Junko's actions. In the end, even though she would have barely any recollection of Junko, she was just as under her control as she was when she was Junko's right hand woman in Ultimate Despair. Junko typed in a series of commands into a nearby monitor, and then laid back, knowing that the machine was efficient, and could handle the rest without her having to lift a finger. Mukuro was still, memories of her encounter with Junko being taken and memories of Fenrir starting to fill her mind first, followed by memories of most of her classmates. The onto two people she couldn't remember anything with was Junko, and Makoto. The machine may have been efficient, but she was still left with a fragment of memory of her encounter, only enough to cause a nightmare without an explanation. "There we go sis, you got what your oh so precious self wanted, and now, it's time to throw you back into your killing school life!" Junko said, unhooking her twin from the machine, and stepping out into the cover of pitch black darkness, heading towards Mukuro's room.Mukuro's eyes opened, but she wasn't in her room or in the trash. She was in a battle ground of sorts. One that seemed familiar. She was quick to realise this was a dream, and she was starting to remember. In front of Mukuro's eyes laid a mountain of decaying bodies, with amputated stubs where their limbs were once attached. Bullet wounds and deep cuts poured a waterfall of blood down onto the Ultimate Soldier, covering the ground, and her uniform in bright splotches of red. Mukuro took a step back, unable to tear her sight from the gruesome sight in front of her for a moment. She then turned and ran through the battlefield, gun in hand. A hail of gunfire rained down, but not a single bullet so much as grazed her. She was untouchable on the battlefield, after all. Blood continued to sprinkle from the clouds like rain, reminding Mukuro that the blood on her hand could simply never be cleansed. She was completely at a loss, continuing to just run. That's all she knew to do, run. She wasn't afraid as she expected she would be, but then again she couldn't describe this feeling inside. What she came upon next was a set of lynched bodies hung from the brach of a dried up, old Oak tree. Junko was amongst the bodies, with her guts spilling into the ground, in the same fashion as in the motive video.
"J-Junko?" Mukuro asked, recognising her body. She slowly approached, her breath quickening and her heart beating faster out of fear and anxiety. The body seemed to phase out of existence once Mukuro got closer, replaced with the masked figure she had confronted in reality. Mukuro screamed and ran, not looking back. She just remembered the mask being a bad omen, a link to the person keeping them trapped here. Annoyingly, she couldn't make the link no matter how hard she tried.
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The War For Hope
FanfictionMukuro Ikusaba has been through many wars, taking many lives, and achieving many victories. There's one battle that looms over her, with no foreseeable escape. The name of that battle is Despair, in which she is a slave to its general, her sister, J...