Danganronpa: DISCONTINUED

Lost and Found

Once Junko finally stopped laughing, she had Mukuro go get something for us. A "present" in her words. That gave Ikusaba a bit of time to hunt down Kokichi. Just as I feared, I couldn't find him.

The damn rat escaped.

Mukuro: (Y-YN)..

Ikusaba turned around to see Mukuro bringing along some sort of body that was wrapped up in bags.

Ikusaba: Don't call me that.
Mukuro: s-sorry.. I was.. I-I wanted to talk to you... You're the only one w-who would listen..
Ikusaba: No I won't.

Completely interuppting Mukuro, Ikusaba grabbed the body by the neck, causing the figure to choke and pant. He stared at it for a moment and raised it, kicking raising a hand to Mukuro as a warning.

Just as he would have guessed, Mukuro flinched and shielded herself with her arms. The ultimate soldier... the worthless garbage couldn't even defend herself.

I grabbed the bag that covered the head of the body and ripped it off, revealing a familiar face with light purple hair...

Kyoko Kirigiri

She hardly seemed in any good condition. Her body seemed to be broken and damaged. Her wounds scattered all across her body, at least, what I was able to see. She mumbled and winced as her eye barely opened.

As she saw my face, she whimpered in pain and tried to reach for my arm. However, I just threw her aside for Mukuro to catch.

Ikusaba: Why isn't she dead yet?
Mukuro: J-Junko wanted.. to show an example..
Ikusaba: By keeping her alive?

The soldier nodded slowly, testing my patience even more then she normally would.

Ikusaba: What exactly does Junko plan on doing to her?
Mukuro: She... I-I can't say witho-

Mukuro was cut off as Ikusaba's glare pierced into her, scaring her into silence just as Junko's own stare would.

Ikusaba: Why is she alive?
Mukuro: a-a despair video..
Ikusaba: Meaning?
Mukuro: J-Junko.. she wants to make a despair video.. for everyone i-in her class to fall to despair...
Ikusaba:... That idiot.

Before Mukuro could catch any more of my attention, I turned my back to her and walked towards the classroom with a new found malice lacing my words.

Once I entered the class, I saw Junko was fooling around and braiding Izuru's hair. Though he didn't exactly move, it was clear that he didn't really enjoy it to much.

Junko: I don't care what the big-bad brother says. Your hair makes you a queen~
Izuru:...
Junko: Pumpkin, how about I put your hair into pigtails? I bet you'd be even more beautiful!
Ikusaba: You god DAMN IDIOT!
Junko: Huh?

As I made my way towards them, Izuru's eyes shifted towards me. He seemed to have taken in my hatred and anger and stood up as Junko crossed her arms.

Junko: What? Do you not like it? Babe, show the braids. I did a great job on them! He's beautiful and you will never-

I swiftly cut Junko off as I chopped her throat with my hand, causing her to stagger back and start violently coughing as she held her neck, using the table for support. She struggled to breath or talk, allowing Ikusaba to grab her by her head and slam her face into the desk, grabbing her thigh as he slid her off the side of the whole desk, taking everything down with her as he threw her across the room.

Ikusaba: DUMB ASS!
Junko: Hnng.. Urk- Ack!
Ikusaba: Why is she alive?!
Junko: I-Hiagh... Mngh.
Ikusaba: You're wasting your FUCKING. TIME. Kill them all while you have them where you want them!

While Junko slowly began to recover, she panted and winced. Mukuro then walked in, carrying a weak and broken Kirigiri and rested her on the table, ripping the bag off of her face.

Junko: N-Naegi.. the hopeful brat. I can't get to him with despair... but I can get the people he loves.

A wicked smile crossed her lips as she looked down at Kyoko, who weakly tried to struggle against the restraints.

Ikusaba: You could kill them. Save us all of your plan and just end their lives.
Junko: Where would the fun be in that?
Ikusaba: Sometimes getting a job done is more important then any kind of entertainment.
Junko: Look, I'm the genius! You just gotta listen, then everything will work!

Ikusaba's eyes narrowed as his little sister knotted her hand into Kyoko's hair, tugging on it as she giggled and smiled widely.

Junko: Lets get started~

...

Keebo was trying to do what he can to manage everyone and help them get in order.

While everyone seemed to struggle with communicating, with the exception of Naegi and Komaru, who hugged and cried together,

Keebo, with Kazuichi, went to find his Master's dorm. Once they found the door, he knocked on it and awaited for his master.

Kzauichi: So this person is your master?
Keebo: Indeed. He made my programming.. I have to report to him.
Kazuichi: Oh. Alrighty.

As the door opened, Chihiro peeked through the opening to see Keebo and Kazuichi. As Keebo's eyes glowed a slight brown as he smiled.

Keebo: Hello Master. I did as instructed. This is my friend, Kazuichi Souda.
Kazuichi: Pleased to meet 'cha!
Chihiro: Hi.. where.. is (YN)?
Kazuichi:... Uh.. about that-
Keebo: He was.. Infected. By the despair disease..
Chihiro: what.. do you mean..?
Kazuichi: He uh... Is very sick-
Keebo: I'm sure that we'll get him back. He would want us to stay determined!
Chihiro: He..would..
Nagito: Of course!

Kazuichi cringed as Nagito's voice rang through the hall, smiling as he titled his head passed the corner. The hope fanatic waved and clasped his hands together, chuckling as he approached them.

Nagito: You must be Miss. Fujisaki. I've heard so much about you! I apologize. Dirt like me shouldn't have the right to speak, but I must praise and thank you for helping with this Hope robot!
Chihiro: Uh... H-Hi.. Thanks, but.. who are you?
Nagito: I'm Nagito Komaeda. The Ultimate Lucky student! When I figured out that you aided in creating Keebo, I knew we had to meet! Thanks to you, Kazuichi managed to achieve his ultimate hope!
Chihiro:... Huh?
Kazuichi: It's a long story.