Y/N's POV

I'm used to being alone. My parents never gave a damn about me and the kids at school thought I was too weird. When I was kidnapped, I was surrounded by others, but it wasn't the same. We were enemies, even if we worked at the same agency. We all competed for jobs and we never got along.

Being a hitwoman didn't bother me. Not anymore, anyway. Though, coming here to this island has certainly done something to me. The darkness was my habitat, no one outside the agency knew about me. So when these students found out about me, it was natural they got scared. But being alone for years made me numb.

Although, among the crowd was one familiar face. I had met him a few times when his father had hired me for jobs.

When it was revealed this was all a killing game, I knew everyone would suspect me. And a few days into this fiasco, I suspected they feared me more than the Yakuza. It made sense, they never knew if I would strike. I didn't make open threats and my methods were a secret. Humans naturally fear the unknown.

During the first class trial, everyone immediately suspected me. I knew if more murders happened, this would be a common occurrence, but all I had to do was try to prove my innocence. I didn't care much for my life, but the others had much more to live for.

Thanks to Hajime, and Nagito misleading us, we found the real culprit. Of course, no one apologized for accusing me, not that I cared.

I was currently sitting on the beach, my knees up to my chest and my arms cross on top of my legs. It was night and we just got out of the trial. If there was one thing that calmed me, it was the salty smell of the ocean. It reminded me I was human. A human with a lot of blood on my hands, mind you. But human.

The sound of the waves masked the footsteps heading toward me. I didn't notice the other figure until I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Without thinking, I lunged at them and held them in a chokehold, still kneeling on the sand.

I noticed the familiar ahoge in my face almost immediately and let go. The male coughed and tried to catch his breath. "Sorry, I thought you were someone trying to murder me. Unless you are here to do that, then I won't hesitate to fight back." Hajime quickly shook his head, fear written on his face. "No, no. I just wanted to check on you. Guess I should know better than to sneak up on a hitwoman."

We sat on the beach in silence, Hajime sat leaning back with his legs out and I returned to my turtle position. "I'm sorry everyone accused you." I shrugged him off. "It's fine. I'm a hitwoman, I'm not exactly going to be popular."

The male looked over at my neutral face and frowned. "That's not an excuse for them to act that way. We have to work together if we want to get off this island." "Yeah, they're definitely going to work with a convicted murderer." I could tell he wasn't happy about my statement, but he knew I was right.

After a while, I stood up and dusted the sand off, Hajime following after me. "Why are you suddenly so interested in me. You avoided me before." A look of guilt flashed on his face and he scratched his back of his head. "Yeah, I did and I apologize. I didn't realize I was probably hurting you by doing that." I honestly had to keep myself from laughing. "Please, I'm numb to those sorts of things. Being a hitwoman doesn't exactly allow me to make a lot of friends."

Hajime placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled. "Well, you have friends now. We're going to get out of here together." I looked at the boy and couldn't but smile too. I hope he was right.

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The next morning, Hajime was able to get me to go to breakfast. Everyone was still on edge from the events from yesterday and I could tell Hajime was still felt betrayed by Nagito. Me being there probably didn't help matters, but no one had a real reason for me not to be there.

I noticed Fuyuhiko wasn't there, but it seemed that was normal for everyone else. Still, I couldn't help but worry.

Ever since we got here and I recognized him, I couldn't keep him off my mind. I only met him a few times, but I still feel this connection to him. Now that I think about it, I feel like an important part of me is missing. Am I forgetting something? It must have something to do with our supposed 'stolen school memories.' I wasn't always the best at remembering things, so it surprised me that I remembered Fuyuhiko.

After breakfast, we explored the second island. Hajime and I found Fuyuhiko eating in the diner. He looked pissed and yelled at us to go away. Hajime tried to get me to leave with him, but I needed to speak with him. With hesitation, he left, leaving me with the young Yakuza.

Fuyuhiko glared at me as I sat across from him in the booth. I crossed my arms and legs, looking intently at the boy. "What the fuck do you want?" What was I doing? There's no way he's feeling the same way. But I'll never know if I never ask.

"I'm going to assume you don't remember me, but-" "No, I remember." I looked at him surprised. "How could I forget my father's favorite hitwoman?" "Well, since you do remember me, I'll ask my original question. Do you feel something missing?"

His scowl morphed into confusion. "What do you mean?" "I've only met you a few times, but even then, I feel like I'm forgetting something and it revolves around you. Do you have that feeling?" He glanced out the window, avoiding eye contact. He looked hesitant, like he was hiding something.

"Hell no. Just because my father liked you doesn't mean I do. My only feeling toward you is annoyance." Fuyuhiko scowled at me and for some reason, it hurt. Why the hell did I care how he felt about me? I'm a goddamn hitwoman, I shouldn't care what anyone has to say about me.

We sat in silence for a moment before Chiaki came to tell us to meet at the ruins. Fuyuhiko was the first one up and I followed close behind. This was all still a mystery and I didn't like it one bit.

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Peko was the murderer. She was executed, but Fuyuhiko ran in after her. When I saw him sprint toward her, I couldn't help but get jealous. And when he was injured, I was the first to run to his body. I held him in my arms, getting his blood all over me before Monokuma took him away. The whole time he was gone, I worried about him. What the hell is wrong with me. Since when did I have feelings?

I'm supposed to be numb inside. I've killed enough people to be void of feelings. But then this whole killing game had to happen and I see the little brat of a Yakuza and I'm thrown out of wack. What the hell are you doing to me, Fuyuhiko?

I was currently keeping watch over Fuyuhiko. This was his second time here since he decided to try and commit seppuku when he tried apologizing. Of course, Hiyoko was a bitch and started saying shit. It was the first time I ever thought about murdering someone since we got here. I don't know what happened after since I helped Mikan and Nekomaru carry him.

I sat in a chair at the end of the bed, waiting for him to wake up. Since Mikan took care of him last time and I had some knowledge in the medical field, I told her I'd take care of him. She agreed, but said to come get her if anything happened.

I was still thinking about what happened. Fuyuhiko greeted us, he said he was sorry. Sure, sorry wasn't going to bring Mahiru and Peko back, but he knew that. Hiyoko didn't have to go and say all that. I hope she rots.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the movement. I looked up and saw his good eye opening before closing, sucking in a breath. Mikan had already stitched him up, so I just needed to get him the pain killers on the table.

After getting him to take the pills, I sat back down as he adjusted into a comfortable position. "Can I ask why you're here?" I looked up at him. I expected to see his usual smirk, but his mouth was a straight line, his eye soft.

"What, I can't worry about you? We are classmates, after all." Fuyuhiko looked at me before waving me over. I moved my chair to the other side, next to where his head laid. "Remember our talk in the diner?" I nodded. Why was he bringing it back up?

"I lied when you asked if I was forgetting something. I was a hardass and didn't want to admit it, but I do feel it. I'm missing something important and I feel like it's connected to you. I was scared of what the missing piece was, so I lied." I never thought of it that way. What if it was something horrible? What if I caused him pain or vis versa? I was so desperate to find out what this feeling was, I never thought of what would happen after I found out.

But even then, I still wanted to know. What was it about him that made me like this? Feel emotions I never felt since becoming a hitwoman. "I know Peko isn't here anymore, I know you cared for her, even if you didn't act like it before her trial. But just know I'm still here. I want to know what the missing piece is, even if it hurts us."

Fuyuhiko looked over at me. There was something about his eye that made me not want to look away. He reached his hand out and I took it in mine. He squeezed it. "I don't care what it is, good or bad. I do know I care for you. I want to know why I'm drawn to you." I didn't know I was smiling until he was smiling too. "You look nice with a smile. You should do it more often."

We sat there for a second, not looking away for a second. It wasn't until Ibuki cam bursting in did we let go of each other, my face going stoic again. She told us about a party for Fuyuhiko's recovery. Before I could protest, she left to make final preparations.

Fuyuhiko slowly began getting out of bed, but I put my hands on his shoulders. "You really shouldn't be moving, your wounds haven't fully healed." "I'll be fine. They went through the trouble of putting this all together." I looked at him for a moment before sighing. "Fine, but I'm staying by your side the whole night."

We got him dressed and walked to the music venue. Everyone seemed concerned that he was moving around, but he convinced them he'd be fine. "Okay, just don't overwork yourself. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he won't." I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at Mikan, who nodded, seeming to finally trust me.

Hajime walked over to me and whispered in my ear. "Since when did you two get friendly?" I giggled and waved him off. "I'll explain later." He looked at me concerned before nodding, walking to talk to the others.

Fuyuhiko took my hand in mine, hiding our conjoined hands behind us. I looked down at him, but he wouldn't look up at me.

We were from the same grapevine, made to murder, even though the Yakuza worked more with smuggling these days. At that moment, we made a silent promise. Even if we found out what our missing piece was, we'd stay friends.

I wouldn't be alone anymore.