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"So there you have it, either vote for Hope and execute me while trying your luck out there or vote for Despair to execute Makoto while staying for good"
Junko looked at them all, clearly struggling to make a choice…all except for Makoto, who looked just as annoyingly determined as ever.
He looked like he was ready to say another one of his speeches about hope, trying to convince everyone to not vote for Despair, to try and fight out there…
But she was sick of hearing him at this point.
"And no more time for words, only voting now, so hop on to it because you only have 30 seconds"
She enjoying seeing everyone's faces of shock as they were scrambling to get an answer in time, although that fucker reaction was as muted as always…
The voting came and the slots all landed in…
Makoto Naegi:Guilty.
Junko couldn't help but cackle out of joy, sprawling into full on demented laughter.
"I knew it! I knew it! I KNEW IT! You lost! Despair is eternal!" She screamed to the heavens.
She saw everyone else, looking neutral…huh, guess they really didn't care for him, oh well, more joyful despair.
She looked at him, faced shadowed by his bangs, maybe Despair finally settled in for him, finally crushing that immortal hope he always had, she wanted to see it!
"So how was it? How does it feel? The despair of failure and your imminent demise? Is it soul crushing? Come on, show me your face so I can see it, Don't be a coward!" She taunted him, wanting to see more than anything in the world!
Or maybe she could see it in his execution, oohh how she wanted to see his face in Despair for that final brutal punishment, his luck certainly won't save him a second time, she couldn't wait!
"Are you seriously deluding yourself like this?"
She snapped out of her wonderful thoughts upon seeing Makoto looking at her, arms crossed and looking at her as if he was disappointed, as if he found her pathetic…
"Huh?"
"Come on, this is not real, you never did any of this…even then, are you so ashamed of this loss that you dream of preventing me from arguing? Is that your idea of winning?"
Junko stepped back in shock, what was happening?
"Come on, I thought Despair was supposed to be unpredictable…but if you close all chances for me to fight back then what's the point?...Not like you believe that Despair is actually unpredictable, don't you?"
"What are you talking about!?"
"Come on, did you forget how this went? You lost and died Junko…because you killed yourself, on your own volition I might add, nobody forced you to do it"
No… no no no NO!
"Did you think we didn't know? It's really annoying to entertain this farce of a reality just to not hurt your pathetic feelings" Byakuya said.
"It's sad…it's really sad looking at someone like you, almost like looking at a dying animal…except they didn't bring their own demise" Kyoko added.
The others seemed the same, casual, almost not caring about her…like a bug that doesn't warrant even a second of attention.
"Shut up!"
"Come on Junko, this is Despair isn't it? The one you love so much, shouldn't you be enjoying it? Or are you tired of pretending you do?" Makoto said.
"You-I…You don't understand how it feels!"
"I do, it's an awful feeling, an awful feeling that you try and pretend to enjoy to feel better about yourself, and try to force it into everyone else to make it everyone else problem"
"Piss off! I told you it-"
"Stop it with your talking, I'm tired of them, all your speeches, all the meaningless words you throw, you think just because you talk and talk and talk it makes you look smart, like you have a point. No you don't"
"I do!"
"You do? I wonder how that is? I mean your point of Despair being natural was squandered by you when you ended the world, not by natural means but by manipulating and brainwashing your way to victory. You forced this situation with whatever means possible for us to start killing each other-"
"Shut up! That's you passing the bu-"
"No it isn't. Because if you truly, absolutely believed your own words you wouldn't have forced everything. You wouldn't have erased our memories, you wouldn't have given us motives, you wouldn't have hid the truth from us, you wouldn't have manipulated us to try and kill us, you wouldn't have cheated. If you were right we would have been dead a long time ago when we first locked ourselves in here…but it's funny how when I pointed it out to you you acted like I was passing the buck and immediately went to vote, seems like you were projecting and rejecting the truth…"
"What truth!?"
"That all of this was for nothing, you killed your close friends, you killed your sister, you ruined the world and killed yourself…for nothing, you wasted your time and life for an meaningless emotion that was never enough for you, that you cling so desperately just to feel something in your worthless life"
"I ended the world!"
"Oh, very good, we're all so proud..I wonder how long it would stay like that, because everyone will rise up again, the world will get fix and by the end you just be a passing trauma, someone who will eventually be forgotten by the people that feared, hated and worshiped you"
"You…you don't know anything about me!"
"That you had a sad life? That you had to learn to enjoy Despair to feel better? That you were constantly bored and wanted something to feel good about? Yeah, it's sad…it's genuinely sad and it's pitying, I'm really sad you didn't find the right people and have a happier one…but that doesn't earn you the right to make it everyone else problem, everyone else that never did anything to you and suffered because of you, the second you did that was the second any empathy for you banished. Just because you were scared to trust anyone ever again doesn't mean hurting others is justified"
"I…I…"
"But I'm glad that you're admitting that you started doing this for a reason and not because you were an evil incarnate, that's progress I guess…"
"What progress!? I'm dead!"
"Well yeah, but you never made any progress in life, so we have to look for anything when it comes to you"
Junko was hyperventilating, she was running out of things to say, partially because she was just throwing anything, anything! To fight back and…feel…better about herself?
What was she even doing!?
"What would you know!? You never had any problems in life! What would you possibly know about me!?"
"...I had my life ruined by you, or do you think just because I keep shouldering on that means it didn't affect me? I just didn't let it define me, I didn't resent everyone and everything, what about everyone else who's life was sad yet didn't turn out like you? What's your excuse then?"
"Not everyone has hope like you, you uncaring bastard!"
"Again with those concepts trying to make you look like you have a point…Junko, we both might have the title of Super High School Level Despair and Super High School Level Hope, but you know what's the difference between you and I? I didn't look for that title, I didn't put it myself and I don't put a massive importance to hope, it's natural to me because I just believe things can get better, that while there's wrong It can be fixed, I don't try to force it on other people. You put yourself in the Despair title, you went out of the way to cause as much Despair as possible, you manipulated and brainwashed people to your side, you put your whole existence into Despair…and you know what the biggest difference is? I don't have to pretend I enjoy Hope, I actually enjoy it…while you don't even truly love Despair, not even in your own twisted way"
"I do love Despair!"
"Then why are you having nightmares about this situation and trying to reverse it?"
"Shut up" She backed up until she ended up sitting on her throne, unable to get away.
"I thought you had no hope in living and wanted the despair of death? What? You thought death was simple? That it would solve all your problems?"
"Why are you putting me through this!? I'm dead! There's nothing else for me to learn!"
"Yeah…but you also didn't think you're gonna get away scott free with every life you ruined or ended, right? This is your super special punishment Junko"
Then his green eyes shined darkly.
"This is what being afraid of the future lead you to Junko"
"Get out! Get out! GET OUT! I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She would take anything or anyone:Her parents, Mukuro, her brainwashed slaves, her classmates, herself…anyone but Makoto.
"That's too bad Junko. You asked for this, your obsession for surprises, excitement, anything to feel good led to this. You put us through this, you put me in the killing game because I was a wild card. Your made your bed now lie on it"
And then suddenly Makoto was in front of her.
"But then again…you're dead. All you got now is this. You're just a sad pathetic loser who just lied to herself up till the moment you killed yourself, someone who never could experience true happiness, who never could experience excitement and who died scared and alone of the future ahead, nothing you do is gonna change that"
To finish matters off, he grabbed her hand and put her on her chest where her heart would be…and nothing, not beats, nothing at all…
Junko couldn't help it, the tears started to leak out as she realized the cold hard truth:She was never waking up from this never ending nightmare.
Makoto suddenly reappeared in his seat. "Anyways, given that the voting has been proven tampered and invalid by Junko, we're allowed to re-vote"
"W-wait!"
But everyone voted, Junko was selected guilty.
"P-pleas n-no"
Suddenly the collar slapped on to her and she was put through the execution, a much rougher painful version of the ones she put her classmates through…and this time they actually hurt.
Not only that, but she was also subjected to every murder of her killing game…
And through all of them, she could see them:Her classmates and Mukuro, either judging her, mocking her or pitying her.
By the time she arrived at the final one, she was a shaking, fearful disfigured mess, the monokuma in front of her basically in ruins with a sad face rather than its permanent smile…
It was at the last second that the execution stopped, giving her the microscopic…hope that she was getting relief from her punishment…
only for her to be finally crushed once she looked up…
Junko did not know where she was other than she was lying on the ground…and was then forcefully pulled by her head off it.
And she was face to face with cruel smirking Mukuro.
"Oh, don't worry sis, there's gonna be more where that came from…for every life you ended…for every life you ruined…there's gonna be a super duper special punishment for you"
Junko wanted to say something, anything…but no amount of words was gonna make Mukuro forgive her or relent after all the Misery she put her through.
"But don't worry, you won't have to see Makoto much, he's special and we want to save him for special occasions, but you still will be seeing him…we take turns, for now it's my time to take care of you…want some bonding time little sis?" And just to rub it in, she forced her hand where her heart would be, just to remind her of the utter silence and lack of sensation that would indicate a functioning heart.
Junko couldn't even say anything before Mukuro used her knife to sever her head from her body, leading her to her next nightmare…
And so that kept going, Junko would rotate in who would torture and punish her like a merry go round, with Makoto coming in from time to time.
A Never ending nightmare for a broken, putrid evil girl who caused misery to others, how despairful some might say…
but what if it wasn't…
"Gah!"
Junko woke up in a bed panting hard.
"...It's quiet" She hoarse out.
It wasn't unusual for her to wake up like this, sometimes it started out quiet to instill her with fear before the next person and the next murder happened. They liked to mix it up so she would never get used to it.
She was shaking, she knew they were coming for her, they always did, whether she went to search for them or not, sometimes she went just to get it over with…but why bother this time? It didn't change a thing, it's never over…it never will…
She decided to just wait in the bed, no point in getting out, they can just go and break her down and then kill her in the bed, so why get out?
Tears started to leak out from her eyes, she already cried and cried but the tears are never over, much like the Despair…
It's what she deserves…
It's the only road a miserable creature like her could have…
Suddenly she heard someone enter, oh great, it's already starting, she wondered who was gonna be this time…
They didn't pull the covers yet, probably wanting her to believe they weren't there just to immediately crush that hope the second she lowered her guard…
Finally the covers were taken off…by Makoto…
The one person she often didn't wanna encounter, the one they reserve for special occasions.
"Oh, it's that time again, isn't it?"
"...What are you doing here?" He asked her.
…Well that was new, pretending to not know what was going on to lower her guard? Whenever Makoto was there he immediately knew how to rip her apart spiritually, mentally and physically.
"Stop the bullcrap! Just go and do your thing already!"
"...Do what exactly?"
There was something odd about his tone, maybe her head was playing tricks on her but he sounded like he was genuinely confused she was there, so confused he sounded muted because he couldn't put it into words…And was it her or did he look different?
"Huh, trying a new look? That's a first, why do that if you wanna remind me of my failures? Wouldn't looking like you did in the past be better?"
"...Why would I want that?"
"Stop playing dumb! I know why I'm here, so just get on with it…"
Makoto stood silent after that, he was probably just waiting until she got her guard down so he could hurt her even more…
"Well…if you insist"
Junko felt Makoto approaching her and she got ready for the worst…only to suddenly feel him softly take her hands and hold them.
She was waiting for him to break them, crush her fingers or something…but he just gently rubbed his fingers through them.
"What? Buttering me up so it hurts more later? I guess it's your new way to torture me"
"...Well, I guess it depends on your point of view…"
If she were any more naive, she would think he was genuinely winging it.
He then proceeded to get on the bed, slowly getting close to her, she backed away as much as she could only to hit the bed and have him standing over her.
She was confused over what his aim was this time, but she already knew it was pointless to fight back, so she accepted whatever he was gonna do to her now…right?
"How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"You're toying with me are you? Like fucking ass…just murder me already"
"I don't want you dead, I never wanted it" He softly caressed her head.
"Yeah you do, many times in fact" And she remembered every single one.
"No, I wanted to save you back then…I still regret the fact I couldn't help you…"
Junko blinked at this, why was he lying to her? Why bother trying to butter her up? He was usually very straight and to the point…
Still, it felt familiar…back then when she was still alive, he acted like this…it was so long ago after her constant purgatory…
Was he acting like he did so long ago to trip her up? That was too cruel…though unusual for his Modus Operandi.
"It's too late for that…"
"No it's not, especially now that you're here…"
He was just rubbing it in, wasn't he?
Makoto was looking directly at her and she was trying to divert her gaze as much as possible, some stupid warm feeling was working through her body and she couldn't understand why…probably just being treated nicely after what she went through.
She tried to look at him just a little and she could see his gaze was unfocused, he was blushing…
"What's that look for? Can help but get it hard for a monster just because she looks pretty?" She couldn't put any feeling into the insult.
"It's just…I've been thinking about you lately, I don't know why but I couldn't get you out of my mind…and now you're here…"
What was he talking about? Was he thinking that much about torturing her some more?
She was gonna call him out on that but then she saw his focused eyes on her.
Those eyes, those eyes that show he could plow through every obstacle no matter what you throw at him, no matter what happens he will persevere through it.
It's no wonder she could never break him, a worthless creature like her was never gonna break through it in a billion years, instead she was broken more than she already was…
Why do his eyes look so different than when he was torturing her? It's almost like he was a different person from before…
Despite being intimidated by those eyes, she couldn't look away…
They both stared at each other for a while, not saying or knowing what to say until they felt their lips connect with each other.
They both recoiled in shock of what they just did.
"I'm sorry, I got in the heat of the moment and…" Makoto apologized.
"Are you for real? Is this your method of torturing me this time? Pretending you're into me? Trying to make me think some worthless shitty creature can even be loved? After you drilled me that all this time?" She was angry, especially because a part of her felt touched by it.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I'm not pretending…as confusing as that is, and yes, I think you can be loved"
"Fuck off! I'm just a void of despair! There's no way for me to be anything else! Just fucking kill me already!" She roared.
"Yes you can"
Junko was shocked by the sheer decisiveness of his words, as if there was no doubt in his mind that it could be done.
"S-shut up! You can't be serious"
"Yes I can, I have seen it many times, from my friends in that final class trial, to your remnants of Despair, to the people you tortured and broke…they all can rise past their despair, and so can you"
Junko was shocked and once again was pinned under his gaze…
"You can't be serious…after all I did to you…"
"I still think so…you can be better Junko, even after all you did I still want to help you…"
Junko did not know what to say, this was so wrong, this wasn't the punishment she was used to…
She looked at Makoto who was still penetrating her with his stare. She wanted to avoid looking at his eyes and just focused on his lips…it's slightly less frightening…
She couldn't resist and kissed him again.
This time he was surprised, but eventually returned the kiss to her, this kept going until eventually they separated.
"...I don't know what came over me, I just…wanted to do so…"
Junko did not know why she did that, all she knew was that he was almost entirely different to her tormentor with all the love and care he was showing her…
"It's fine, I don't have a problem with it, it's nice to know I'm not the only one feeling this way"
"...If you want to use me or whatever that's fine, It's what I deserve"
"No I don't, I want to help you, how hard is it to get that through your head?"
"Sorry, it's hard to believe when I feel that hard on"
Makoto blushed hard about it, but still recovered quickly
"Yeah, it's an unfortunate reaction, but I'm not gonna do anything to you, not in this state…" He started to pull away from her.
But she stopped him.
"I don't mind, I honestly just…want to feel loved, or at the very least not like shit for at least a second"
"That's not the proper way-"
"Please, I just…I need this, it's probably the only time I can feel something nice happening to me, I can't waste it…not after you're acting so nice"
"I shouldn't-"
"I promise, I'm consenting, I just…I need it please…"
Makoto looked at her, really looking at her trying to gauge if he should proceed or not…
And despite looking unsure, he held on to her.
"I'm not doing this to make you Despair…"
"Not really, I don't get anything for that…I never really did…"
It almost made her cry, wasted her literal life for nothing, all the pain and suffering she inflicted on others and herself for a high that was never worth it…she was really an empty woman…
She would cry had she not emptied all her tears a long time ago.
"Well…is there a way to make you feel better?"
"Well…you can take that out for starters…"
Makoto was unsure, but he slowly took his cock out, it was hard…
Junko moved her panties to the side, huh…she was wet, surprising and unsurprising at the same time…
"If you want time to stop, be sure to tell me…" Makoto said, clearly not convinced of it.
"Sure, whatever"
Yet Makoto did not move.
"I don't think this is right…" He said.
Junko almost had to suppress a laugh, things had never been right in both their lives ever…
"Come on, just fill me with Hope or whatever…" She said sarcastically.
"This is not filling you with hope"
"Of course it isn't, I can't receive hope, it's not possible"
"Yes it is, I believe you can"
Junko was about to rebuff him, but he was speaking with his usual determination…
"...I'm not sure" She said and tried to shove her pussy on his cock but he held her just before she could enter.
"I believe you can, you just have to give it a chance"
"...I'm scared"
"It's fine if you do, I don't blame you…but you gotta try, many of us were afraid but we still went ahead…I believe you can"
"...I might give it a shot, but you have to fuck me first"
She didn't know why she was believing him, nothing matters here, she would wake up in her next torture session and she would keep suffering like she always did…
She's dead, there's nothing more to her…
But it was just impossible for her to not feel even a little bit better with him here, she never could predict him, she knew there was something special about him and their final showdown just proved that…and even now he's surprising and trying to help her…
Maybe it was just trying to butter her up for making her suffer later, but damn it if she didn't want to feel good at least just once in her damned existence.
Makoto sighed. "Fine…but tell me whenever it becomes too much for you"
"...I will…"
Makoto looked unsure, but finally he slowly put his cock in her pussy, being very careful with her, far more than anyone has been with her so far…it was almost night and day.
Junko closed her eyes a bit since she wasn't used to it, shivering a little.
"Are you ok?" Makoto asked her.
"...Yeah, I'm ok, you can keep going" She answered shyly.
Makoto nodded and slowly kept moving in and out of her, making sure he eased her in their lovema-sex, she means sex…
"Why are you treating me so softly? Don't you wanna get payback with me?" She said while panting a little.
"No, that won't help anyone, it's not gonna bring anyone back and it's not gonna help you heal…I don't want to hold grudges, I just want to help now that you're back…"
"Why?"
"Because one of my fallen classmates coming back isn't something that happens regularly…"
Wha-why was he insisting so much that she came back? Why was he pretending so hard to not know anything?...what's going on?
But she couldn't ask that out loud, because seeing his powerful eyes directed at her, with so many conflicted feelings but mainly just…affecting and the need to protect, to help her…it shutted her down.
He was started to fuck her harder, slowly increasing the strength while making absolutely sure he wasn't hurting her, she was starting to pant and moan louder and harder.
"I don't…I don't understand what's going on…I don't know if I can trust hope, I can't go back to Despair, I just don't know…don't know anything…" She said between moans.
"It's fine…I'm gonna help you go through it…even if everyone is confused, scared and angry at you, I will protect you…" Makoto said between pants.
Protect her? From everyone? What's going on? This wasn't making sense even if it was new torture method…
Not that she could think straight right now, she was feeling…pleasure? She was feeling good?
She didn't know why, it couldn't be the sex by itself, she tried it before and it didn't feel this good…is it really lovemaking?
Makoto kept thrusting into her, making sure to slowly ramp it up to not overwhelm her and making sure to not let her out of sight…
She surprised both of them by wrapping her legs and arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go of him, ever.
"Junko!?"
"I don't…I don't know why you are being so nice to me…I don't understand anything at all now…I just don't want to let you go…don't let me go! Please just don't!" She begged, she knew she didn't deserve it and yet she still did…
"I won't…don't worry about it…"
She didn't know why, between the lov-I mean sex…fuck it, between the love making and his kind resolute words, Junko felt something, something so strange…like some warmth but also comfortingly cold feeling was filling her whole and making her feel…better? She didn't know, it's almost like the deathly cold parts of her self were melted away by the pleasant warmth while the burning painful parts of her cooled down and gave her peaceful clarity…
"It can't…it can't be…You're filling me with Hope! I feel the Despair being crushed!...how!?"
"I'm not sure if it works like that…but if you're feeling better, then I gotta keep going!" And he increased the intensity once more.
"B…but….but I don't deserve this! I-" She tried to struggle.
"I don't care if you think you don't deserve it! If it's to help you and save you I'm gonna keep going!"
"Huh!?" She was shocked, completely and utterly, stopping her from fighting back.
She once again looked at his eyes, those emerald green eyes that radiated resolution, determination and…Hope…so much hope…
Even when he flooded her with Hope that crushed her Despair into nothingness, he still had Infinite Hope to give.
Junko surrendered herself to the feeling, she didn't understand what was going on anymore…she just wanted Hope, she just wanted him…she just wanted to stop hurting.
"Can you let go so I can fin-"
"DO IT INSIDE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO IT INSIDE!" The idea of him not doing it anywhere else was as bad as all the brutal torture she went through.
Makoto hesitated, if only for thinking what's best for her well being…before deciding to finish inside of her.
They both screamed at the same time and Junko was dimly aware she came too.
"Thank you…thank you so much…" She said genuinely…
"You're welcome" He said a little flustered and then wrapped his arms around her protectively.
Junko couldn't do anything even if she wanted to…she was so tired, yet also happy…
"I think you're tired, I guess coming back to life and doing this will do that to you…why don't you rest?"
Junko didn't say anything else, tiredness took over and his warm embrace was too much for her…she fell asleep…
Junko woke up.
She scratched her eyes and yawned.
"What was that about?" She wondered out loud.
We're they teasing her with something so nice only to go back to hurting her? That was the only explanation she could have for the previous round…
But that didn't fit their way of torturing her, it was absolutely relentless and at no point did they give her any words of encouragement or say that she could be saved…at least not so honest ones, sure it could make her suffering worse but it's still odd…
And why did Makoto look different in that go around? He always looked the same as in the Killing Game, but that time he looked…older, now that she noticed it.
"...I guess I should just go and get this one over with…" She said, deciding that what happened probably won't matter…even if it felt so good.
"Hey, you can't leave yet"
She froze in place upon hearing his voice, she looked to the direction it was coming from and saw…Makoto, the same Makoto from earlier…
They never use him twice in a row! Why is he here!?
He was bringing her…food? And some other stuff?
"Look, you can't just go outside now, you'll cause a mass panic and send the world into Chaos again…and you'll very likely get killed. It's what happens when the dead suddenly come back to life, especially Junko Enoshima"
"...What?"
"I said-"
"Not that! I mean are you seriously still pretending you don't know? Is this your new method of torturing me!?"
"No, I don't know what are you talking about and I don't want to torture you, I don't think I ever tortured you"
"...You can't be serious, you and the others spend every second making my afterlife miserable! I mean I absolutely deserved it but don't pretend you don't know what you're doing!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, seriously, for some reason I been thinking about you a lot for the last week or so and suddenly you appear in my bed, coming back years after your death"
"Stop with the bullshit, I'm dead! You never forget to remind me of that! No heartbeat, no nothing!" She yelled out in frustration, she was so sick of this, especially after feeling so good earlier
Makoto blinked…then to her surprise he put his hand where her heart would be.
"Hey! I know after last time you feel bold but this isn't-"
Makoto then grabbed her hand and put hers with his on top where her heart would be.
"Hey holding hands is nice but-"
…
…
…
"...Why is it beating?" She said, once again shocked.
"You're alive"
"What!?"
"I don't understand it myself, but you were wrong, you're alive, your heartbeat is proof of that"
"...What is going on!?"
"I'm as shocked as you are"
"Does that mean that what happened before wasn't a torture session? I was alive?...I don't…I don't understand…"
"Me neither…but I did mean everything I said back there…" He said as he sat right next to her.
"...Oh…"
"Look, I'm sorry for doing that, I don't know what came over me-"
"Don't be sorry, I did mean everything I said there too, even though I didn't know what was going on exactly…it was honestly one of the best things that happened to me…" She was still supremely confused, but she knew that what she said was true…
"Well, I try to take your word for it…Here, drink this" He handed her some juice and some…pills?.
"These are morning after pills, I got them by accident 3 days ago…who knew they'll come useful? But that's my luck for ya" He scratched the back of his head.
Junko blinked a few times and decided to drink them with her juice, she didn't think she'd ever need them again…given that she was dead, but one thing she knew for certain is that she wasn't ready to have children, yet…or probably this millennium…
"It's a good thing I got them thinking back, I wouldn't have wanted to leave you alone, for your sake and the others, imagine if they found you…"
He was really worried for her, even after all she did…even back then when she died, he still tried to stop her regardless of what everyone else would think…
It was really the complete opposite of the Makoto who tormented her.
"... Don't you hate me?"
"Oh I do"
Her eyes opened wide open in shock.
"But I also…love you…"
"...What?"
"I don't know, I've been thinking of you lately for some reason, you were always on my mind and I've been thinking of all the times we interacted and what we did to each other…I still hate you for what you did…but I also love you, I don't know why or how to describe this feelings…but I know that I do feel that way and that it's real…"
Junko blinked a few times, she wasn't betrayed or hurt by it, frankly the fact he didn't hate her completely was a miracle alongside everything else that happened…but it made her think.
'...Makoto has always had a bit of an angry streak to him, especially towards me due to what I do…'
Perhaps it wouldn't be accurate to say this guy and her tormentor were totally different people, her tormentor was just his unfiltered rage and hatred for her without the kindness or love that this one has for her…this one could be like that one but…he didn't
Want to be.
"...Look, we'll have to tell people about you eventually, I can't hide you forever, especially not to my friends and our former classmates…Of we're gonna make this work, please behave, please just-"
"You could tell me to lick your feet and I would do it, don't worry about it…I really don't want to go back to what I was doing before…" She said tired.
"...Ok, I appreciate the honesty but that first part isn't the right way to go about it either, you don't have to humiliate yourself for it either"
Leave it to him to still be that nice.
She grasped his arm and held on to it.
"Can you promise me that you're gonna be with me all the way? I know I don't deserve to ask you anything, but I can't do this without you now…or ever…please never leave me…"
"...I promise"
And she could fully believe his words this time.
She didn't know why was she here or why was she given a second chance at life, after the horrible torture she went through…
But oddly, she had a sliver of hope that things would turn out alright this time…
"I love you…you and your hope"
"...I love you too, as crazy as it sounds…"
"You're crazy…but the good kind of crazy, the kind of crazy this world needs"
"Maybe you can be that kind of crazy too?"
"...I can try"