•Love Suite• {Danganronpa Oneshots/Short Stories}

💜 Kokichi (Braindead) 💜

Please note that this is going to contain dark themes such as mental torture, blood, and gore. This is an AU of a crossover of Danganronoa 3: End of Hopes Peek Academy and Danganronoa: V3 Killing Harmony. I might make this a proper au if you all like it! Also thanks for 8k!

Kokichi couldn't take his eyes away from the television screen, shaking like a leaf blowing in the wind as he saw a killing game amongst many other students.

Why? Why was this happening? He didn't understand the reason why anyone would think of such a twisted game.

A game to murder.

This was strictly against Kokichi's ways. As a supreme leader of dice he vowed to never kill. Never... kill.

But... so much blood,

And screaming,

And crying.

He wanted to leave. No he needed to leave.

"I wanna leave... I wanna l-leave... I wanna leave... IwannaleaveIwannaleaveIwannaleaveIwanna... l-leave."

Nothing but those three words kept sputtering from his mouth, followed by his one drool as the video continued rolling.

Kokichi didn't wanna watch this horrid video, if it wasn't for the metal device in his eyes keeping them open, he would've been screaming for help.

But this was his life now.

Nothing but endless, looping despair and grief filling his mind.

No more pranks, no more memories of his classmates, no more Hopes Peek Academy. All of this was just pure despair.

Kokichi's tears didn't die down, neither did his twitches and shaking as he watched one of his fellow students get stabbed repeatedly in the back, and face.

What would the world think of this... hell, he didn't know. He wanted Saihara's warm embrace. He wanted to feel Saihara's sweet voice telling him that everything was okay, and that none of this was real. But that never happened, not now.

Maybe someone would be here to save him? Or one of his other classmates? Hmm. No.

"Hmm, this form of despair seems to be much more affective than the stunts we performed on Iruma." A woman, with short black hair turned around to her older sister, swinging back and forth on a chair as she played with her pink twin tails.

The older sister giggled, springing up from her chair like a slinky as she looked over at Ouma's face. Kokichi Ouma's despaired filled face. "Mukuro, I told you hocking up with that Kaito kiddo would really be the trick!"

"If you say so Junko.." Mukuro replied, looking down at Ouma's mouth, nothing but mumbles and more saliva trailing down his face.

"IwannaleaveIwannaleaveIwannaleaveI-Iwanna-"

"Ew! So much spit!" Junko exclaimed with a giggle, standing up from her spot and patting down her red skirt. "Alright little sister of mine, do whatever the hell you want with him Kay?" Junko asked playfully as she opened the door, sending a small light through the room. "Brb!"

With that, she closed the door. Mukuro looked down at their test subject, his fidgets and twitches clearly distracting him.

She grabbed hold of two tweezers, clipping them onto his eye lids and holding them up higher.

Ouma, he just continued to sob and whale. Everything seemed to clear now. The blood, the gore.

The despair..

It was then, he gave up.

Short yes but yeah :)