It had worked, it really worked, now with the class rep under her control, having free reign of the school without the worry of being caught "Taka, take care of this" pointing a crowd of hopeful protesters outside, sounding more like an order than a request
With smile and a nod he was off, the next day, a high pitch scream came out of the pop idol mouth as everyone ran over to see outside the bloody mangled corpses of the protesters decorated the school courtyard
"H-how is this possible they can't be all dead" Neagi ran over to comfort Sayaka admittedly this entire massacre shocked everyone, with a crying Sayaka and the people fighting for hope are now dead, leaving the class wondering what's in store for them
Junko laughing while stroking ishimaru blood soaking hair praising him with empty compliments, all the while the other rememants watched in awe of this affection he was receiving, mikan was whining at her feet for attention earning a sharp kick from junko "wait your turn whore" her voice cold and uncaring before going back to a cold affectionate
All the while ishimaru remained unaffected by all of this, lost in the despair from breaking his morals by killing those people, "Taka" drawing his attention to her, noticing she had pull herself closer, their face five centimetres apart whispering "lay low until I say so" before digging her nails into back his head
It hurt and was despairing how she would abused him, he had more scars than he could count, they were beautiful how they spread all across his body
After she let go, he bowed and like a flip of a switch he became his strict school rules overlord persona and walk off to the bathroom to wash the pink blood off
She turned around finally noticing the other rememants staring "WTF are you fuckers doing, go out and cause despair" her persona changed to happy and carefree before joining her class in their attempts to create hope that she so despairing despises
During this she could not keep her hands off her new toy as she dub ishimaru, the way her finger danced over his hidden scars, she loved how he put up no resistance when she caused them, remembering how the blood flowed everywhere
Junko would never kill ishimaru as much as she wanted to, he was like an abandoned puppy doing anything she asked to keep him around which made him look pathetic in her eyes, she loved it
