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The girl stood atop the Academy, overlooking the downfall of the once prestigious and renowned school, with a satisfied grin. Flames raged, and bloody corpses piled up on the campus of Hope's Peak Academy as Junko Enoshima – officially Ultimate Fashionista – watched, the sight of horror making her pretty blue eyes flicker with joy.
"All this destruction..." A chuckle escaped her lips. "About damn time! I thought we'd never get to the good stuff!" Junko put her hands on her hips and pouted. "Finally, now's the time for despair!"
Countless Reserve Course students threw themselves from the windows, stabbed one another, and set themselves on fire for the pleasure of a girl who did not care one bit for their existence. In the girl's mind, ordinary people only made mere twigs meant to start a magnificent fire.
Mukuro Ikusaba observed curiously as her sister's face contorted in ecstasy. Gradually, a chuckle became a laugh, and a laugh became an outrageous and endless fit of laughter. The Ultimate Soldier stood still, more focused on keeping watch of their surroundings than anything else.
Hope's Peak... has become nothing short of a warzone... Mukuro thought, her grey eyes giving quick glances across campus, similarities to her experiences on the field all too obvious. But this war... is one Junko started on her own...
"Do you see the despair that surrounds us, Muku?" Junko suddenly asked, her laughter receding at last. "Can you see all that chaos we created?"
The use of the word 'we' made Mukuro react. Whatever she had been thinking about before, Junko's words sure brought her back to Earth quickly. After all, her sister was right: in all this, she was just as responsible as Junko was. For months, she had acted as Junko's armed wing, obeying her every command without a second thought.
No regrets, of course. This was for Junko, so why would she feel regret? Some questions, however. What now? Who still stood in their way? How and when would Mukuro have to kill again?
For now, these questions didn't appear to be on Junko's mind. She simply stared at the apocalyptic scene before them, thoroughly enjoying the view. Some people loved beautiful landscapes taken right out of fantasy worlds.
Junko loved death, chaos, destruction, and despair.
"Yes, I can see it," Mukuro replied, factual and to the point. It had been a long time since she had last witnessed such carnage. Few terrorist groups would be willing to go that far. But if there was one thing Junko lacked, it was restraint. Her desires were limitless, her ambitions immense.
Plunging the world into despair. That was the girl's plan, summarized in a limited number of words.
"W-Would... Would it be alright if I asked a question...?"
"Hurry it up!"
Mukuro nodded. Her voice was frail and timid, which heavily contrasted with her strong – nearly masculine, attitude and stature. "Do... Do we even have any enemies left at this point...?"
Surprisingly, her question noticeably got Junko thinking. It was rare, as the Ultimate Fashionista usually could answer any question thrown her way in a heartbeat.
"Hm... This is a surprisingly difficult question coming from such a lowly form of intelligence, Muku!" Junko slapped her sister on the back, giving her a smile Mukuro determined wasn't genuine. "Let's see here... Sakakura and Munakata have been taken care of... Yukizome and I have become best buds..."
Reflexively, Mukuro threw from the roof like a bag of potatoes a student trying to sneak behind her sister with a knife. Now that they were all brainwashed into despair, some sought the misery of being the one to massacre the one and only Mastermind. Unfortunately for them, Mukuro could not let them do that.
"As for Class 77-B... Except for one who's been taken care of, they've all been swayed to despair..." Junko shivered at the thought. "So I guess that only leaves our dear classmates!"
Junko took a pair of binoculars and stared through them at the Old Building. Comparatively, this part of campus was heaven. The damage was minimal, and from where they stood, the twins clearly understood where on campus the side of hope had put its faith.
The fashionista kept staring at her masterpiece, her mesmerizing blue orbs scanning every detail for her analytical mind to process. Mukuro could see just how happy Junko was. It made her happy, too, in a way. After all, seeing a dear sibling one step closer to realizing her dream was bound to make her thrilled.
It genuinely pained her to know what the world would have to go through for Junko's plans to come to fruition. As unsociable as she was, Mukuro had made friends at Hope's Peak Academy, and to know they and their families would suffer wasn't exactly the best feeling.
However, nothing would ever make her question her devotion to Junko. Her own feelings mattered very little in all this. Mukuro was a soldier, and soldiers followed orders. She had done that all her life and saw no reason why it would change.
If only the others knew... The second they enter this building, their fate will be sealed... Mukuro sighed. Everyone was unwillingly and unknowingly playing into Junko's hands. In a last resort to shield its most precious students, the Academy had chosen to shelter the 78th Ultimate Class until calm had been restored.
Needless to say, this wasn't the great idea the school thought it was.
"Junko?" Mukuro called out, seeing her sister apparently spacing out. "Should we get going? Won't the others get suspicious if we don't join them soon?"
Junko put her hands on her hips and sighed. "Two intelligent comments from Muku in a row... The world truly is changing." She nodded. "Ah, how I wish I could stare at this beautiful scene of sweet despair forever... Alas, it isn't meant to be. Puhuhu... but this is all for the sake of something far greater."
Without another word, the girl turned around and walked away. Mukuro cast one last glance at the pile of dead students down below and emotionlessly joined her twin, electing not to give her conflicting thoughts more importance than she ought to.
As they walked down the stairs, Mukuro couldn't help but observe her sister's joy not once receding. Junko nearly danced and jumped two stairs simultaneously (which almost caused her to trip and fall).
"This, Muku..." The soldier cocked her head, watching curiously as Junko suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. "THIS RIGHT HERE IS SOME QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT!" she screamed in her rockstar persona, catching the soldier off-guard and nighly breaking her eardrums. "Take it all in, Muku... Despair, the likes of which humanity has never seen... It'll stay in the history books forever!"
With this, the fashionista-turned-Mastermind resumed her descent down the stairs. The twins soon reached the front door and walked onto campus. Carefreely for Junko, much more cautiously for Mukuro. Much was going on, and her senses were brought to high use.
"Wouldn't it have been better to keep them by our side as a reserve army for our way, Junko?" the Ultimate Soldier wondered, seeing the dead bodies piling up by the second. She had rarely seen death surround her so much. "Number is perhaps the most important element in winning a war, after all."
Junko shook her head in amusement. "Ah, sweet, dumb Muku... You haven't changed, after all! I'm glad! You're still as boring and stupid as ever!" She wrapped her arm around her sibling's shoulders as they walked. "You've yet to understand the true meaning behind my grand plan, it appears!"
"I... have...?"
The twin-tailed girl adopted her teacher persona. "Allow us to explain for the lowly peasant," she began. "Maybe one day you'll understand the meaning of despair, but it is not simply about fighting a war. Betrayal... Misery... Destruction... That's what despair is all about!"
The true meaning of despair... Mukuro frowned. She had heard the word about a billion times in the past few months. Yet, she had never bothered to open a dictionary to find precisely what it meant. I probably don't need to know, anyway...
Junko sighed. It was a long, annoyed sigh. "I'm sure you'll find out eventually, even if it's as you take your final breath."
Without warning, Junko flashed a knife in her sister's direction, trying to stab her right in the chest. Mukuro easily dodged and grabbed the weapon with a smile, finding her attempt admirable, albeit fruitless. Without a word, she simply nodded in agreement.
If it's for Junko's happiness, no cost is too dear. Even now, she wants to kill me because the thought gives her so much despair... Her smile broadened. I'm so lucky Junko loves me so much. I don't deserve her. Even if I have to die and go to hell for her, it'll be worth it!
"I wonder whose death will bring me the most despair..." A genuine expression of wonder appeared on Junko's face. Mukuro had not seen that in a while. "It'll be good to finally get rid of Kirigiri, I guess. Executing sweet Naegi-kun will probably be the most painful, making it the most rewarding!"
A slight blush appeared on Junko's cheeks. The Luckster was a kind boy. He always put others before himself, making him a lovable figure in Class 78th – always reliable and willing to help. Junko appreciated him. Almost felt sorry for him. He was a good guy who probably didn't deserve anything that would happen to him moving forward.
There was no helping it, unfortunately.
Poor Naegi-kun... He's always so optimistic... It's very likely he won't last long before breaking down... Mukuro thought sadly. I hope I can tell him how much I like him before he crumbles... But still... no matter what, my devotion to Junko is more important than my feelings.
"Oh, yeah, there's also Kamukura!" Junko realized. "After he finally comes to terms with the fact that despair rocks, I'll be able to kill him, too! That'll probably be a pain, though..." The two twins recalled their first encounter with the Ultimate Ultimate with a wince. "I can't even imagine what he's up to..." She sighed. "Off to do his own shit, I guess. Then again, he was holding Nanami's hairpin, so I wonder if... oh!"
The two girls stopped in place as the sound of someone rushing their way was heard. Both Ultimates turned around and noticed a mysterious individual running towards Junko, bloodlust in their familiar eyes. Their speed surprised even Mukuro.
"Puhuhu... It appears someone's come for the Queen of Despair's head!" Junko said calmly, finding a sharp dagger pressed against her throat. "With allies like you... who needs enemies?!"
Removing the hood they wore to cover their face, the person coming for Junko revealed themselves as Chisa Yukizome, Class 77-B's fallen homeroom teacher. Mukuro's eyes filled with panic as her whole body tensed. However, before she could move to put up a struggle for Junko's sake, her sister stopped her.
"Don't bother, Muku." She smirked sadistically. "Her talent is sweeping corridors, not killing Masterminds."
The redhead rolled her eyes and sheathed her knife with the same surprising speed.
"Still, with that speed, I'm left to wonder why you chose housekeeping, dear Yukizome-sensei... Puhuhu..." Junko stared her right in the eyes. "With how you are now... You'd have no qualms about killing, would you?"
Chisa shook her head disapprovingly. "Enoshima-san, you know better than to treat your sister like this!" she chastised, gently hitting her on the head. "You deserve execution for that, you know? Family means everything!"
"If it means so much, go ahead and murder yours, Chisa-chan," Junko mocked, rolling her eyes with an evident lack of interest. "You ain't telling me anything new, teach. That's why I'm keeping Muku for whenever I need a bigger dose of despair. She's almost an infinite source!"
"Hm... In any case, no roughing up the poor Ikusaba-san, alright?" the teacher demanded, something to which Junko mindlessly nodded. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a question for you."
"Hurry it up; we're kinda in a hurry." Junko laughed. "In case you didn't notice, something is going on right now, and I'd rather not get caught up in it. You get my point?"
"I just wanted to know how you felt about a specific someone," Chisa explained, immediately catching Junko's interest. Meanwhile, Mukuro kept her guard up for anything that could come at them. "Nanami-chan, to be exact." A disturbing smile appeared on the redhead's lips. Even Junko felt some disgust at the sight of that messed-up grin. "I heard something happened between the two of you?"
"Hahahaha!"
Junko erupted in laughter to the point she had to hold her sides to try to contain it. Chisa looked at her with a small smile while Mukuro's face remained perfectly still and composed. The Ultimate Fashionista cackled loudly.
"T-That's a good one, teach!" she stammered, taking a few deep breaths to recover from her laughing fit. "You say 'something' happened between the two of us? Puhuhu... Maybe I built the guillotine that killed her, but you're the one who put her head underneath it!"
Chisa said nothing in response to this comment. Mukuro knew her twin was merely testing her to see how well the brainwashing could hold. However, there appeared to be no significant reaction from the young woman's part.
"Anyway, she was no trouble at all." Junko smirked. "Just a naïve girl thinking the power of friendship could save the world. Unfortunately for her, this isn't one of her stupid video games, so she had it coming."
Mukuro knew this was a lie. She was no mindreader, but she knew her sister well enough to be sure Junko had one hundred percent feared Chiaki Nanami. The careful planning that had gone into her execution was more than proof enough of that.
And considering the look on her face, it appeared Chisa had also figured that out.
"If I may, I think you're lying to yourself, Enoshima-san," Chisa suggested. "Now, this is only a hypothesis, mind you, but I think you were very much afraid of Nanami-chan," she carried on, her voice starting to get on Junko's nerves as she carefully listened. "Her spirit and ability to unite the people around her intimidated you, didn't it? That's why you needed to get rid of her."
Junko scoffed. "I wanted her dumb classmates to rally despair, nothing more. What danger could a dull girl like her ever be to a genius like me?" she questioned, her lips forming a perfectly straight line now. "She spent more time asleep than awake..."
"Allow me to disagree with you, Enoshima-san. What you feared in Nanami-chan was her place as an unknown in the story. She wasn't as optimistic as Naegi-kun, but her hope worked in a way you didn't understand, so you preferred to kill her before it spread, didn't you?"
"Me, not understanding something?" Junko raised an eyebrow at that. "I know we messed with your brain, but are you sure it's still working properly, teach?"
"Hey, this is just a theory, and I have no evidence to back it up, but..." She paused. "Nanami-chan was my most beloved student, and I knew her better than anyone." A look of seriousness returned to the older woman's face. "Why didn't you just convert her the way you did her classmates and me?"
Junko sighed in pure annoyance. It had been a while since anyone had dared to argue with her. It bothered her. Being questioned was a pain.
"Is this an interrogation, Yukizome-sensei?"
"Merely a theory I'd like confirmed or disproven."
Junko stood silently for a few seconds, her Ultimate Analyst talent allowing her to see the doubt in Chisa's mind. She nearly started laughing nervously as she pondered her answer. She was pissed off.
She was currently not in the mood to be pissed off.
"As if a stupid introvert playing video games could make me feel the slightest hint of fear. This is beyond absurd," she said frustratingly. "Do you know who you're talking to, Yukizome-sensei?" Junko asked, grabbing Chisa by the collar and raising her in the air. "I am the woman who's going to cement herself in history as the one who plunged the whole world into despair. My name will be feared for centuries; it's mere mention enough to make kids shit themselves."
A shiver ran down Chisa's and Mukuro's spines. The aura surrounding the Ultimate Despair was threatening, unbelievably dark.
"Meanwhile, your stupid Nanami will remain as nothing but an unknown bloody corpse decaying in the darkness of Hope's Peak Academy, forgotten even by her own friends and family," Junko pressed on, the irises in her eyes turning black. "Do you understand, Chisa Yukizome?"
The two women stared at one another intensely for an endless moment. The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife, making Mukuro uncomfortable.
"Whatever you say, Enoshima-san," Chisa conceded, prompting Junko to drop her. "I'll keep believing you and Nanami-chan were bound to be archnemeses." She rolled her eyes. "Not that it matters anymore since she's dead."
"So you can still be reasonable, after all. And I suppose I have to praise Nanami for noble sacrifice in getting her classmates to see the world the way she does." Junko brought her hand to her chin in thought. "I have to wonder, though... The last time Muku and I went to see her corpse, she was nowhere to be found, and only a puddle of her blood remained. More strangely, no blood trail or evidence would show she moved independently after being pierced for the final time. Hm..."
The girl turned to the homeroom teacher for an answer but found Chisa had already disappeared from the premises, as stealthy as a silent assassin in the night. Junko sighed. There was no helping it.
"Heh, who am I kidding?" A smile returned to her lips. "I obviously know what happened to her corpse! I just wanted to grant you the honor of hearing me deep in thought, Muku! I know you love to hear me talk."
"T-Thanks, Junko..." Mukuro muttered with a blush.
"Well, let's get going now. We've wasted enough time dealing with the extras."
The Mastermind stared right ahead at the Old Building. Her eyes glittered with excitement as she observed the crumbling emblem of Hope's Peak Academy, the sanctuary she had brought to its knees.
"The main cast awaits us, so let's not make them wait any longer, shall we?"
Chisa Yukizome carefreely strolled around the campus of Hope's Peak Academy, whistling as she did. She walked the way she would on a perfectly sunny day, with not a worry on her mind. Nonetheless, the creepily happy smile on her face gave away the fact that something was seriously wrong.
"Ah, all this death and misery... I once knew Hope's Peak to be a much more peaceful place..." Chisa thought aloud, the despair surrounding her enough to make her cheeks blush. She allowed herself a little twirl as she moved around, watching the Reserve Course students give up their lives by the dozens.
It was a unique moment. After all, the Former Ultimate Housekeeper would soon have to reunite with her two BFFs, which meant keeping a low profile and somehow keeping her new urges for despair and chaos under a highly tight lock. She figured she would appreciate the moment that would all too soon be over.
Disappearing on Enoshima-san and Ikusaba-chan was probably a little rude, but I am a busy woman! The redhead thought, recalling her prior exchange with the Ultimate Fashionista. But I at least got the answer I sought... and a reaction I wasn't sure whether or not to expect.
Junko Enoshima was a fascinating young woman, Chisa once decided. It was evident her love for despair was unmatched, which, coupled with a brilliant intellect, made for a human goddess of chaos and destruction. However, for all her intellectual prowess and careful planning, Junko remained just that: a human.
And no matter how resilient, humans have weaknesses. Junko's was hope, of course. The homeroom teacher had not once stopped believing in Chiaki and her ability to never give up. Needless to say, the deceased Ultimate Gamer was also only a mere human, but she had grown into a formidable leader with an ironclad will. This, at least in Chisa's mind, had caused Junko to flinch.
In her final moments, Chiaki Nanami had caused the Mastermind a split moment of panic. That, in and of itself, was enough to cause admiration. Through betrayal and pain, she had pushed forward. Chisa felt this was commendable.
Soon, Chisa saw him. Izuru Kamukura. He was standing near the fountain where the video game aficionado and Hajime Hinata used to play video games together. The wind carried his endlessly long hair, and his aura was almost enough to push the teacher back.
He was an enigma, impossible to read. Chisa knew basically nothing of him apart from what she had read in the secret files about the Kamukura Project. However, she caught a glance of a familiar hairclip resting in his hand.
A Gala Omega hairclip.
Hm, perhaps Hinata-kun managed to slip through the cracks of Kamukura-kun's mind and show some of his emotions related to Nanami-chan's execution? An intrigued expression appeared on the young woman's face. He wasn't designed for feelings; I know that much. Does that mean there's more to him than what the Steering Committee had in mind for the Ultimate Ultimate...?
With a fond smile, Chisa decided to engage in conversation. "They spent a lot of time here," she began, observing a non-reaction from the boy. "Whether it was having lunch together or playing video games, those two became inseparable from the moment they first laid eyes on one another. For a while, at least..."
A sigh.
"Poor Nanami-chan was sad, nearly broken, when Hinata-kun stopped coming. No matter how much fun she had with her classmates, it weighed on her soul like an anchor," she added, her voice soft and delicate. "Heck, I still have some photos on my phone from a night when she sleepwalked inside my office and made off with my keys with a few of her classmates."
Yet, no matter how much she talked, Izuru's eyes remained fixated on the tricolored hairclip, his piercing gaze not moving a millimeter. The silence – or lack thereof – was heavy.
"While I was watching her take her last breath, she said something that took me by surprise," he finally spoke, his voice monotone. "Enoshima said that in despair and chaos lie unpredictability, but at that moment with this girl, I felt a reaction I could not have expected."
Chisa raised an eyebrow.
"Tears came flowing out of my eyes," Izuru explained. "Nothing ever came even close to making me feel anything before this moment. But... why...?"
A certain emphasis was put on that question, nearly a sense of urgency. Chisa chuckled, finding herself still more human than the boy standing before her.
"Oh, so even the perfect human can get emotional?" the teacher asked teasingly, an amused grin gracing her lips. When Izuru turned around and stared at her, it was a stare so dark it caused her heart to skip a beat. If looks could kill, Chisa Yukizome would be as dead as a doornail. "Sorry, sorry..." she weakly apologized, the scare causing her a rush of excitement.
"Hajime Hinata had fond memories of Nanami, times he held close to his heart," Izuru said. "Seeing her demise could logically be enough to trigger an intense emotional reaction, which would be felt through my body."
Chisa observed as the red-eyed boy fished out a letter from his pocket and flicked it her way with enough speed to cut her skin when she caught it.
"What is this? A love letter? Ha!" Chisa laughed heartily. "I'm flattered, really, but I'm afraid I'm already tak-"
"There are instructions inside the letter on how to find the designated area," he cut, unwilling to let the Former Ultimate Housekeeper finish. "Once you accomplish that, I trust you to do the rest."
The redhead squinted. "How do you know I'll even follow what this letter says? I could flat-out ignore it or toss it into a fire, for all you know."
"After analyzing you, I am confident you will carry out this task for me, considering this is your best choice in handling this matter, Chisa Yukizome."
With that, the long-haired boy walked away, leaving Chisa to pout.
"Geez, would it kill you to spit out an actual answer for once?!" she complained. "At least tell me what it is you want from all this! You certainly don't seem to be on the side of hope, but it also seems like despair isn't your motive, either!" she observed.
Izuru never looked back as he stopped and said in a determined voice, "What I seek is to see which is humanity's true meaning, to see if the girl's willpower that woman tried to repress could wield something even greater, something that could overcome her darkness."
The boy took his leave to places unknown, leaving the fallen homeroom teacher alone, the sound of the fountain blending with the sound of the destruction in the background. Chisa devised to take a peek inside the envelope Izuru had given her.
"Let's see here..."
Carefully, she read the letter's contents, making sure not to miss a word. Gradually, her face lit up, and a sinister grin appeared on her thrilled lips.
"Haha... If the Steering Committee had any doubts about their Kamukura Project going awry at any point... Hahaha..." She laughed to herself, struggling to contain it within herself. "They can definitely rest easy knowing their project was a success! Now, if I follow these instructions, they should lead me to..."
It was dark, and the lack of heat was slowly becoming dangerous. Chisa shivered in the cold; the thought of a ghost ambushing her was both scary and addictive.
I knew Hope's Peak had some hidden underground rooms, but who would have thought there was an entire complex underneath the school...? She wondered, walking cautiously with a flashlight and Izuru's instructions in hand. It seems these halls are neverending... Still, I won't be stopped so quickly! I should be there any minute now...
After a short while, the hidden passageway abruptly stopped. Chisa found herself stuck in front of a wall with nowhere to go. Not that this meant anything. Indeed, she felt around the wall and effortlessly found a hidden button that opened a secret door.
"Now, let's turn on the lights... there! Ah!" Smiling, Chisa noticed she had just entered some mad scientist lab. It was split into two, a large white pane separating the two parts of the rooms. "Given everything, I'd bet this is where the Steering Committee created Kamukura-kun... It looks like a place where you'd put a lot of funding into violating fundamental human rights, at least..."
The housekeeper walked around the room, finding a variety of screens with line upon line of scientific jargon she didn't even bother to try to understand. She found a sturdy door with a machine to input a code. Thanks to Izuru's instructions, she managed to enter the other part of the room, where nothing but a strange metal pod could be seen.
"Those scientists have awful tastes... Ugh, this looks like a coffin!"
Chisa rushed, nearly sprinted, to the foreign machine, finding another panel that prevented her from opening it. She typed in another code Izuru had written down for her, making the top of the pod move to the side, revealing the insides.
*gasp*
Her mind went blank. No thoughts, only shock. Chisa stared inside the pod, wide-eyed, unable to grasp what she saw. It simply made no sense, no matter how hard she tried.
"T-This..." She paused, unsure what to think. "T-This is nothing short of incredible..."
Stunned in place, tears started to pour from Chisa's eyes from mere surprise. She had so many questions and so few answers. Yet, it didn't matter to her.
"Managing to get emotions out of Izuru Kamukura himself... Bringing a sense of fear and intrigue into Junko Enoshima... Now, this... You truly are a one-of-a-kind creature, aren't you?"
The teacher smiled warmly and wiped the tears from her eyes. Chisa didn't think she'd ever been so happy before. Spirals appeared in the irises of her eyes as she pulled out a knife and held it up menacingly.
"Since you are in a coma, I suppose you'll have no objections to me having a little fun with your body, now, will you?" she asked them. "I just want to see how many cuts you can take before you wake up, alright?"
The tip of the knife grazed the subject's body, but before she could make a deep cut and draw blood, Chisa stopped herself, her euphoria subsiding for the first time in a while. Soon, it was replaced with a dim feeling in her heart, which grew stronger and stronger as she looked at the individual's peaceful face.
An image appeared in her mind. It prompted her to sheathe her knife away. Chisa brought her hand to her chin, thinking. After a moment, she chuckled.
"Kamukura-kun, you magnificent genius... You knew I would come up with the exact plan I just came up with, as it would cause me the most despair..." She placed a soft hand on the subject's cheek. "I just can't get over how incredible Kamukura-kun is. Can you?"
Her smile was genuine, almost motherly. She looked at them with tender eyes, the despair in them mixed in with whatever remained of her former hope.
"Rest up while you can, okay? I'm going to bring you back from death's doorstep and forge you into a perfect copy of the image in my head... Well, actually, it's more that I will give you the role I want you to play," she corrected, her expression split between ecstasy and calm. "Your opinion in this won't matter as you'll be entirely in the palm of my hand, so... try your best to make this fun for the two of us, will you..."
She stared at the girl, memories flowing through her brain.
"...Chiaki Nanami...?"
Chisa's sadistic smile returned as she remembered the many moments she'd shared with her class's beloved representative. From first meeting her at that fountain to pushing her inside that hellish elevator... Not a day had passed in Chisa Yukizome's teaching career that didn't somehow involve the Ultimate Gamer.
"No, a better way to call you would be... Angel..."
As her eyes swirled, Class 77-B's homeroom teacher couldn't get her eyes off the sleeping young woman, realizing that, this time, her slumber wouldn't just be like any other time she had dozed off in class.
The End.