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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
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Hisoka's tools clattered onto the table. "Well," he declared. "I suppose that about wraps it up."
Suko squawked. "Cheating! Unfair! I call bull! Hisoka is not allowed to win against adorable Sukos. Koda-" they whipped to her and shook her by the shoulders. "Tell 'em! Tell 'em they can't win!"
"And yet we did," Hisoka remarked, getting up and brushing ofd his pants. "Well then. Shall we go, Maji? They can finish up the rest of these, as they so politely offered to do."
Suko crumbled away from Koda and flopped onto the desk with a groan. "Mmmmmmmgggdh."
Hisoka smirked, turning away.
Hisoka Yamanaku
It was past lunchtime. Around 2PM. Searching the Ultimate Labs had taken a while. Hisoka closed his eyes and breathed in, clearing away a cloud of memories.
He found his hand intertwining with Maji's when he opened them. Wh- A smile creeped up on his face. "Do you want to go eat?" he asked. "Or explore the school a bit more with me?"
[Timeskip to night?]
"AGGGGH!"
"Hm, Suko seems like they're doing well."
"PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY KODA!"
"Well?"
The Shipping Narrator
And so their two hundredth "friend" date began. Hisoka and Majikaruman, scampering over Hope's Peak. Maji said something and Hisoka laughed. Hisoka offered Maji something and he smiled. They ate lunch and giggled over mustard.
The two made their way to their dorms, holding hands.
And then-
Hisoka turned on his heel suddenly.
"It's been nice getting to know you, Maji," he said. "I'm glad."
Third Person POV
Hisoka stopped dead. The dim light of the hallway weakly flickered, casting shadows down the curviture of his face. His nose was scrunched up in something- pain, maybe?
"You know," he said quietly. "I really did think Amano was guilty."
Hisoka Yamanaku
"Yes," he said quietly. "And the only problem was that I was wrong."
He stared into the flickering bulb on the ceiling. It paid him no mind- it went in and out at a regular pace, illuminating the hallowed rooms of the school. It was no substitute for the sun. Just a tired flickering device of a hundred years outdated.
Outdated. Perhaps that's what the Yamanakus were. Prim and stubborn, refusing to bow to a new era of dominance. Old and outdated, flickering in and out.
The line was dliuted. Perhaps more with Hisoka than with his sister.
"I don't want to be a Yamanaku anymore. Am I wrong there, as well?"
Hisoka Yamanaku
"But that's not true." A thousand images flashed through his mind. The pain reflected in Chika's face. The terror in Redmonda's. Femi's, scorched beyond oblivion.
The pain and hatred of every one of the Ultimates.
None of which was directed where it rightfully belonged. At him.
Did Maji also not see it? Had Hisoka fooled him, with clever manipulation and lies, dimmed the light he treasured in those eyes but not even seen it? Had he sunk a worm of what he wanted nto Maji's open heart?
Did Maji also hate Kowai, and not realize that it should be bestowed upon Hisona instead?
He was having a hard time breathing. Maji was beside him, and yet- if Maji wasn't actually Maji, then- did that mean that Hisoka was alone? That no one else dwelled in this school but him, and a thousand fools who believed every story he twisted?
He couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't stop thinking.
Hisoka Yamanaku
No! Hisoka jerked away from the touch, wishing he didn't crave it as much as he did. Wishing he didn't want Maji to wrap his arms around him further, and tell him sweet words.
"Maji," he asked breathlessly. "Do you hate me? Please. Tell me- the truth. I killed Femi. Do you hate me? If I- If I'd dropped the match would you hate me? Do you hate me now?" He couldn't stop the endless words. "If I were Kowai, would you hate me? If I was worse than Kowai would you not touch me like this? If I was not a Yamanaku would you-"
Every thought snuffed out.
Hisoka crumbled to the ground with a sob.
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka clutched at his head. It was splitting apart. His whole world, once cradled in his arms, was ripping him to bits. "No," he whispered. "No, you don't love me. Because- because I did."
He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the reply he knew was coming.
The hate that Maji would show.
Because Maji was a true Yamanaku, if not in blood. That was why the Hisoka of the past decided he loved him. He was just deluding himself. Hisoka could never love anyone who wasn't of the good. The bad could never balance out the bad, the unYamanaku.