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For the longest while - and rather surprisingly, at that - Junko is stunned beyond belief, staring down at Ryo with a rather blank expression on her features. Honestly, it was rather unsettling to not know exactly what Junko was feeling, feigned or not - it was rare that her face would lose all emotion, but yet here it was. She honestly did not know what to make of this situation.

Never has Ryo refused an opportunity to be alone with her; any other time, he would be dragging himself across the floor, crawling after her heels, and drooling like the disgusting mutt he was. She found it absolutely filthy, and yet Junko tolerated every bit of it. Even when she had no need for him anymore, she kept him around because he was her dog through and through, someone who just waited around for her to give him orders all because he wasn't competent enough to act on his own.

Oh, but how she was mistaken this time.

It seemed as though he wasn't as ignorant as she had believed -- no, that was a lie right there. Right now was he truly proving his ignorance going against her. It was almost funny, but Junko wouldn't waste her breath in laughing over the pure idiocy of this entire situation.

No, that was another lie right there. She does laugh and she continues to do so until she's nearly doubled over and wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. Once she's managed to calm herself, despite Ryo prying her hands from his face, they're right back in place. Though this time, her grip isn't as gentle as before but rather forceful, her nails digging deep into his skin.

"Oh my God. Are you fucking kidding me right now, Oshiro-kun?" After her sentence, she applies a little more pressure to emphasise her point. "Do you really think that they want to see you? Do you really think that anyone wants to see you? How incredibly naive you are. It's rather...cute." She takes her hands away to pinch his cheek rather harshly, not caring at all if she's hurting him. Honestly, she's hoping that she does.

"You're disgusting, Oshiro-kun. You're trash, you're scum, you're lowest of the low - even Komaeda-kun would agree with me, and he feels that he fits that category quite well." A chuckle escapes her lips as she steps away, only to shove him onto the ground not too long after. She looks down at him condescendingly before stepping towards him, heels clacking against the floor. She presses her foot against his chest, her eyes practically boring holes into him.

"And don't even get me started on Kamukura-kun. ...Oops, too late! As if Senpai would even give you the time of day! If he laid eyes on you, he'd kill you to be honest! All because you're part of Super High-School Level Despair! Komaeda-kun would, too. Upupu, how Despair-inducing it is to be betrayed by your friends like that, but I guess you know that feeling all too well, huh?

"I mean, if they truly were your friends, if they truly cared about you, Kamukura-kun and Komaeda-kun wouldn't have replaced you with that girl, now would they? What was her name again? Let me think..." She clicks her tongue, feigning ignorance, before smiling wickedly. "That's right, Chiaki Nanami. Another pinnacle of Hope, right? Something that you're not. Why ever would they care about someone in Despair when they have someone of Hope, right?

"And oh, let's not forget Ishimaru-kun, Oowada-kun, Kuwata-kun, and most importantly, Fujisaki-san! You thought they were your friends, too -- you even referred to Fujisaki-san as your 'little sister', right? And yet they all ended up completely forgetting about you in favour of each other! Though, it was to be expected - you're a completely forgettable character anyways! None of them would miss you if you just laid down and died!"

"aaaah... that's the Despair of betrayal, isn't it...? i'm jealous, utterly jealous. i wish that I could feel that Despair for myself, Oshiro-kun..." As she speaks, she begins writhing her thighs together; needless to say, this is absolutely stimulating for her. "to know that everyone loathes your very existence, to know that you have no friends... aahhh, it's the absolute best form of Despair!"

He stiffened up under her touch. Her hand running through his hair was an entirely different feeling compared to her fingers, her skin, touching upon his. Just a mere touch made him freeze, made his mind travel to places it really shouldn’t. “Hahhh…” He had trouble breathing with how close she was to him, “E-Enoshima-hime…” He struggled to say, sapphire hues wide with surprise as his face stayed a deep shade of ruby red that seemed so much darker upon his pale skin than another’s. He always blushed with such intensity when Junko was the reason.

And yet for some reason it felt different this time, like he could fight the attraction he had towards her. He felt it the moment she touched his skin, as if she were ice and he was fire and he could melt her and run. When she spoke, he couldn’t tell. Her voice was enough to keep him in control, but her touch was different. It made him fear for his life, the way her soft skin touched his own, the way her red nails brushed against him. It made him sick. With guilt? Fear? Something… he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Ever since Naegi had gotten “rid” of her, Ryo had been having trouble with who to believe, honestly. Even after taking her eye and forcing it into his own body, despite it being unable to function. However, his loyalty never swayed, he had stayed here, in the school, waiting, but he did wonder some days as he tapped away at his keyboard as he virtually chatted with Alter Ego and Naegi. For years he had been by Junko Enoshima’s side, never doubting a word she said. When she was killed (or thought to have been) and Naegi offered to help him be restored, to give him a chance with the other SHSL Despair, he had wondered, could it really work? He had asked for some time and ran away, recalling only his friends shouting out that this was their chance, that Ryo deserved one too.

He remembered staring into Komaeda’s eyes especially after being asked, watching as the male who knew Hope better than them all, gave a forced smile, silver eyes sparkling with that very feeling.

Hope.

He had to wonder then, if he had bothered to look at anyone else, did they display that same look? That look that meant betrayal to the very Queen he stuck to so closely? Had Souda, Saionji, Koizumi, Kuzuryuu, Pekoyama, Nidai, Owari, and the many others felt that distant feeling called Hope? Or did they remember this look, the one he was seeing right now in front of him, of Despair and know there was no running from it? Did Nevermind, Tanaka, Hanamura, Mioda, Tsumiki, Twogami, and the others realize this?

Ryo shut his eyes to hide from those perfect blue eyes that penetrated into his mind, heart, and soul. And for a moment, he came into his mind.

‘Kamukura-kun, do you ever remember who you once were? The sole Super High School Level Hope?' He had bit down on his lip so hard he could taste that familiar metallic taste. 'Or is it all lost like all we’ve ever known? Out of all people,’ He then had turned with eyes full of grief, ‘you would know… right?’

All this raced through his mind through the short span of time spent between him and his Queen. It was short, but it felt like eternity. A part of him wanted it to end. A part of him wanted to scream. A part of him wanted that stupid brunet to run in and challenge his Queen once more. But that would only bring more Despair, and then this cycle would never come to an end. He would never be free. The familiar phrase he always repeated to the other SHSL Despair teens came to mind then.

‘We are the Queen’s army. And the army protects the Queen. It dies for the Queen. It goes down with the Queen.’

He wished he had gone down too. But he was so resilient to death, it seemed. Both in the events of HPA and Jabberwock Island, he had managed to stay alive. Even Mukuro had died once. And yet she was back, back with Hope. He envied both sisters for having such strength in what they believed in while he stayed in a miserable middleground. So maybe this time he’d try and speak out—

"M-Maybe," He started slowly, with a sort of stutter his voice always held when confronted by Enoshima, "we could… uhm, perhaps not?" That in itself was a shocking thing for Oshiro to say. Typically it was known he would’ve been head over heels for such an idea, to be alone with Junko and be smothered with her attention, fake or not.

But his eyes seemed to glimmer then, with happiness and joy and Hope. “I’d very much like to see them, actually. I… I’ve been meaning to tell Komaeda-kun many things. I miss him. A-And Kamukura-kun as well. I wish to… speak with him once more… A-Ah! But if we can bring them… you know, back, could we not bring Matsuda-san as well? I had many things to learn from him. A-And I was meaning to talk to Madarai-san about the length of his tongue and whatnot so maybe I could mutate myself to… have the… same thing…” He finally trailed off to a stop before setting his eyes to the ground.

"B-But whatever you want to do is more important to me! I… would just hope to see them soon." He smiled sadly, not realizing he said that forbidden word nor realizing how he, the King of Despair in his own right, felt consumed with Hope and how obvious that was. He, Enoshima, and Ikusaba had been the underclassmen, but the way they had ruled over the upperclassmen made the roles feel switched. However, no matter which way it was put, Oshiro was always found with Komaeda and Kamukura.

How it hurt him to realize that Nanami replaced him in that circle of solely three. He wanted to feel Hope and make it four. But this happened everytime, didn’t it? He had lost Chihiro, Leon, Mondo, and Ishimaru too. Maybe he was just not meant to feel Hope, meant to be stuck in Despair with his Queen. And yet, he really wished he had stayed on that damn island, how he wished he could run back and wait with Hinata for Komaeda to wake up. Maybe he’d do that. Run away and return. Maybe.

"… So, Enoshima-hime," His hands reached up to move her own from his face, dropping them once they were off. "what would you prefer?"

He was downright disgusting. The way he hoped for his friends to come back, for his life to come back. He remembered the bright blue sky, the loud yet cheerful laughter that filled the entire school. He remembered the life he used to hate, and wished he had never made the mistake he had made.

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"Hinata Hajime?" It's repeated with a bit of a singsong as Junko tilts her head to the side, a wry smile playing onto her lips. "Oh, so you're referring to each other by name, now, huh? I get it!" Suddenly, she snaps her fingers in realisation, and quick as a flash, she produces the Monobear doll she carries on person in front of her. "Upupu... So, the roses are in full bloom now, hm? What an exciting development! One can only wonder where this arc will lead next! Oh, but I've read enough manga to know the ending! It'd end all hot and steamy~ beads of sweat glisten down your bodies, pressed closely against one another, as your XXX thrusts into his XXX and he writhes underneath you, begging you to go-- "

She stops right there, letting out a rather unnerving, boisterous laugh before her voice changes to that saccharine high pitch of hers.  "W-oooow! That was a close one! I nearly spoiled the ending, didn't I? ...Orrrr maybe not. After all, what kind of BL would star you as the seme!? That's just outrageous!! Though, some people might be into that... I mean, it's rare to see your character type dominate, yeah? All you're good for is getting decapitated, L-O-L!"

It's just like Junko to suddenly ramble endlessly about nothing, but it's not that she's forgotten where the conversation was going -- of course not. It's just that she'd rather avoid having a despair-inducingly boring conversation with Komaeda, of all people. She preferred toying around with his head instead.

"ah... how cruel of you, senpai..." And of course, there goes another personality change. "...i've missed you all so, so much, and neither of you want to see my cute face, famed for being a match to a thousand chihuahuas..." She sniffs, toying dejectedly with a strand of her hair before--

"SIKE!! As if a lame ass reason like THAT would fuckin' make me despair!" When Komaeda rips off the hand -- her hand -- he had attached, it's enough to make Junko laugh loudly, her tone bitter and biting all the while. Though her expression surely didn't show it, she was annoyed beyond belief. How dare he! Didn't he know how honoured he should have felt that she personally came to him and showed him the precious gift of despair?! Agh, how annoying, how annoying, how annoying! ...Though, he couldn't stay away from her for too long. Hope and despair went hand-in-hand, and that disgusting Naegi may have spread around his disgusting hope to even the former members of Super High-School Level Despair, but despair would soon follow no matter how much Komaeda didn't want to believe it!

And where there was despair, there was Enoshima Junko. That was just how it worked.

Another piercing laugh leaves her as she claps - sarcastically, of course, but she pointedly makes a show out of it. "GOOD-FUCKIN'-JOB! Ya feel like a fuckin' man now that ya've shown ya got balls!? Was there a point to that little act "bravery" of yours or were you just wantin' to waste my time, Komaeda?" She stomps her foot, and all at once, she's back to her original personality, having found that one boring just as quickly as it began.

"In any case, I've been fine. And who the hell cares about Oshiro-kun? If he's just that ignorant enough to get himself killed in my absence, then that's on him - not me. I'm not his babysitter."

He grit his teeth, biting back the bark of anger that wished to erupt from his thin, pale pink lips. How dare she utter his name. How dare she even think of him. How dare she!

"His name," Komaeda finally spoke, though strained - and it was obvious. He clearly felt no enjoyment from speaking to the woman before him, so it was forced formalities and that was all. He had to wonder how he was even pulled in by her from the beginning, quite honestly. But like he said earlier, no time for that now.

He took a deep breath before continuing his sentence, “… is Hinata Hajime.” His precious person. His only friend. And the person of whom Nagito Komaeda loved with all his heart. Yes, he deeply cherished the male, no matter who he was or what “he had done” (honestly you could not logically force the blame onto Kamukura, as Junko had pushed him and if not for urging, Kamukura would be as he was intended to be: Hope.)

"And for your information, I have. And you will not, as you are nothing but trash to him who is Hope." He felt so powerful then, being able to say that, being able to call the woman, who made him feel like trash, trash. It almost made him shake from delight, but he contained himself well enough.

"As for myself, I’ve been doing quite," He yanks at the hand so quickly, but full of force that it rips with a sickening wet tear off his person. Some blood trickles down from the stitches Tsumiki had given him, but he did not mind it in the least. It was not fatal and he’d easily bandage it later. If he died from this, well then that was fate. He just wanted to… "return" this to her. "well." He drops the hand by her feet before giving a sugary sweet smile, "How have you been? Despairingly perfect as usual? And," Hrm. He felt almost sad to say his name. He hoped the male would escape this woman’s clutches and return to his side and Hinata’s in time, "Oshiro-san? How… is he?" Well, he hoped. Not dead, he also hoped.

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My, now wasn't this a surprise? Slowly but surely were the members of her organisation beginning to make their way back to Junko. Not that she really had much need for them anymore - no, of course not. SHSL Despair had only been her playthings. Pawns that no longer had any use to her now that she's accomplished what she wanted: starting the Worst, Most Despair-Inducing Incident in the History of Mankind. In all honesty, she couldn't care less whether they returned to her or not.

...Oh, but how rude of her to say that! After all, they were her dearest, most cherished friends, weren't they? After all they've been through together, after everything they've accomplished, surely she should still feel some sort of feeling for them?

Ha, if only that were the case.

Nonetheless, she gives a saccharine smile as Komaeda greets her, placing a hand on her hip as she raises an eyebrow in slight amusement. Her eyes quickly dart down to the hand he's currently grasping, and briefly she grimaces. It's a flicker of disgust, so brief and swift that if you blinked you would miss it altogether. Did those idiots honestly believe that they were worthy of possessing her perfection on their person?

"Oh, if it isn't Komaeda-kun." Junko pauses, a smirk now coming onto her lips. "How have you been? Say, have you seen Kamukura-kun around lately?"

{ ☞ Sore wa chigau yo! — ;

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junko's not happy with everyone leaving her

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guess who's back

back again

nena's back

tell a friend

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A dark smirk now creeps onto Junko's lips as she listens to the other speak, soon flushing red by her gesture. Oh, how infatuated he was with her! Oh, how enamoured he was with her! A loyal dog at her side was what he was! Though, it wasn't as if he didn't really have a reason to be; Junko Enoshima was a Despair-inducingly perfect superwoman! Her body was a paragon to others worldwide; her complexion was clear and soft without a single blemish, her breasts were large and perky, and her body was so curvaceous -- and her outfit only complimented her figure as well! Not that Junko needed to rely on her body alone to get what she wanted. No, she was quite charismatic too, knowing what to say to coerce others to her bidding, but... a mere glance at her was usually enough to get others to follow her.

...Or at least to keep them under her control.

Junko lets her fingers linger within Ryo's hair for a few extra minutes, smiling down at him. The smile wasn't genuine, of course; if anything, it only displayed her ulterior motives. She slowly brings her hand down and around to cup his cheek, bringing her other hand up so that she held his head in her hands. She then leans close so that their foreheads touch. Obviously, she was playing around with his feelings for her, as she always did.

Feelings. ...Ha, they were nothing more than a joke to her. At least, the feelings of her organisation were. There was only one person that Junko Enoshima could ever be said to love; not that it matters anymore.

He was gone now. Killed. And his death brought her great, incredible Despair.

Junko wanted to share this Despair with everyone she could, and what better way than to toy around with people's hearts and emotions? People that she knew were genuinely in love with her, people that would die to have her touch them as if she loved them. Love was a despair-inducing feeling, and she was determined to prove by whatever costs necessary.

"On second thought," she purred, grin enlarging as she did, "how about we enjoy having the place to ourselves while we can, eh, Ry~o-kun~? There's no need to bring back the others so soon..."

Ryo listened obediently, head down like a dog. Of course, he jumped when she laughed, eyes wide. Did he say something odd? Then again, she laughed at almost everything he had to say. He knew this was probably because she never took any of his words seriously - everything about him was a joke to her.

"N-Not mad… I could never be mad at you, Enoshima-hime.” Ryo murmured nervously, fidgeting in place. “I-I was just worried is all. You had tons of plans we hadn’t finished. Like making the world full of Enoshima-himes…!” He really wanted to make that dream come true for her. Mostly because a part of it was his own sick dream to have thousands and thousands of solely Junko Enoshima’s roaming the Earth. They wouldn’t be exactly like her - just look exactly like her. Either way, it sounded great.

He pursed his lips as he thought for a proper response before sighing and looking away. “I thought you died again when you disappeared. You’ve already died twice, technically. But I’m glad you’re back. If you want them back, let’s rise them again! The princess should always be satisfied. I mean, I don’t need them. I don’t need anyone but you, Enoshima-hime. But if you want them, I’ll get them. Because you’re right, no one’s here. I’ve just been in my room talking to Ryoichi and stuff.”

Ah? Hiding from her, like hide and seek? Maybe they were playing hide and seek with a stuffed animal and they all died! No fun, no fun! He wanted to play too! “… Maybe! You have done tons for them. Like keep them all safe in a building otherwise they’d all have died, you know?” He smirked faintly, “Or keep them in a virtual world full of safety and their friends and happiness. They’re all silly for leaving you. They even get a huge death party when they die! My favorite was Hanamura-san getting turned into a yummy treat! Kufufu~”

His rambling ceased suddenly when he felt her hand on his head, his eyes widening. Hearing her words made him quickly turn red, blushing furiously to the point of feeling dizzy from the heat. “I-I-I am g-glad I made y-you h-happy, Enoshima-hime…! I will n-never everrrrr leave you!” He looked up at her with eyes full of dedication and determination. “Ev-Everything is for you… No one is m-more important than you…!” His love for her hadn’t wavered one bit.

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Seeing the other's reaction towards her reappearance would have been enough to make the teenager burst out into laughter right then and there; however, she resisted the urge to do as such, instead deciding to feign ignorance and play along with the act. After all, it was some form of entertainment. Junko loathed boredom in every way possible and would do whatever was necessary to keep herself amused.

"...Ehh? Is Ryo-kun mad at me because I disappeared for a really long time?" The way she phrased her question was in her high-pitched, cutesy voice - the one that she used with her innocent personality. "Uwaa-- how scary! I didn't mean to leave you for so long, don't be mad!"

Junko laughed loudly, dropping the act and flashing a cheeky grin at the male. "But if you reaaally wanna know, I've been out and about! I mean, this place's been super-super-super boring without Mukuro-chan or the rest of our friends around! You can't stay in boredom for too long, y'know? Or else you'll die!"

She placed her hands on her hips and glanced around her surroundings, an immediate frown spreading across her lips. "Speaking of which, big sis and the others aren't here today either, are they? I wonder where they are." As if seeking the answer to her own question, she trailed off in thought, only to snap her fingers in realisation. "They must be hiding from me... How mean! And after everything I've done for them..."

She leaned forward, ruffling the other's hair. "At least I know you're trustworthy, Ryo-kun. You haven't left me even after all this time! That makes me really happy, y'know?"

Such sweet D E S P A I R in the air — ;

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{ i've been rewriting my reply for like ten minutes now I'm so sorry Diana }

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{ fucking dr0 }

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

“Oh, that’s an easy one!” In a matter of seconds does the female pull out the infamous monochromatic bear, placing the stuffed animal in front of her. “It’s my trusty sidekick, Monobear! We’ve had a lot of history together, y'know? Upupu!”