stories i never got round to posting, you might like them so im posting them in this big ol chapter!

i made this out of boredom, i hate it-

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"Cmon man! I didn't even run tha' fucking far in tha' halls!" Mondo yelled.

"I honestly didn't expect the hall monitor to give you a detention that quickly." Leon commented.

"Okay, Leon, what? You see the ultimate moral compass and don't expect him to give detentions to people breaking the rules? Its shocking you passed your test yesterday." Kiyotaka retorted, while giving each of them a detention slip.

"Ya know the hall monitor has a good point." Mondo spoke, carelessly pointing at Kiyotaka before grabbing the slip.

"I thought you were on my side for this!" Leon whined before relucently taking the detention slip.

"Also, Owada, I have a name you know? Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Also if you plan to call me names, please for the love of God make it creative. You do not know how many insults I've been called. So if you are going to insult me, at least spend time trying to think of a original one." Kiyotaka lectured, in all honesty, he just wanted to go to his dorm and study. Kiyotaka didn't give the baseball star and biker time to respond, he just pushed passed them and went on his way.

"Did th' guy wake up on the wrong side of th' bed this mornin' or somethin'?" Mondo said in slight awe that the 5'9 man had the guts to lecture him on insults.

"But hey, he basically gave us permission to call him names! We gotta try make up some original ones." Leon explained, while slightly hopping on his toes.

So thats what they did.

The next day, both Leon and Mondo spent their lunchtime searching for the moral compass. They eventually found him at the back of the school in the garden, eating alone out of his bento.

"Hey, oxygen thief!" Leon yelled out, bringing the attention of Kiyotaka, who was the only one in the garden last time he checked.

"I'm sorry, but I've already been called that, sixteen times, you wanker." Kiyotaka spoke calmly despite the words coming from his mouth.

"Wha'?" Mondo responded. Out of all the things, that? What even is a wanker? Mondo thought

"I dont have the time to explain it to you. Now if you would excuse me, I need to head to my politics class." Kiyotaka asserted as he stood and walked toward the doors of the school.

"Did.. did we just get insulted by the hall monitor?" Leon spoke in awe.

"I.. I think we did. Also wha' the fuck is a wanker!?" Mondo slightly yelled, not enough to be intimidating, but still raising his tone of voice nonetheless.

"Not sure. I'm pretty sure it's a insult in England though." Leon explained.

"Is Ishimaru british or somethin'?" Mondo asked.

"Maybe, I dunno." Leon shrugged.

-TIME SKIP 1 HOUR LATER-

As Kiyotaka was walking towards the gate he noticed a familiar pompadour, along with a red head snickering as they walked up to him.

"Soooo, Taka. We were thinking about what you called us, yeah? So we have a question. Are you British or something?" Leon asked.

"No, its just funny to see your brains try and figure out what the word means. For example, I can imagine Leon being a roadman, or Mondo dating a chav, I doubt you know what those mean though." Kiyotaka retorted.

"A what now?" Leon asks, having never heard the phrase 'roadman' (fun fact, neither did my dad who has lived in England all his life, hes like 40-)

"I don' know what a 'chav' is but i wouln' date one." Mondo spoke.

"A chav is usually a women with excessive contour and eyebrows, they also tend to make their lips seem bigger then they are. They usually wear way-to-small skirts and puffy jackets with fur on the hood." Kiyotaka explains;

(thats it i never finished it)

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mastermind me i guess?

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"Reveal yourself, Kiyotaka Ishimaru! The mastermind behind this dumb game!"

First Sayaka kills Leon. Then gets executed.

Then Byakuya kills Toko out of self defence. Byakuya gets executed.

Celeste kills Hifumi.

Kiyotaka refuses to participate in the next trail.
He gets taken and gets 'killed'.

Celeste gets executed.

Sakura commits suicide.

Mukuros body is found. Junko gets executed after killing her sister.

Monokuma holds a final trail to find the mastermind.

Smoke fills the trail room.

Slight coughing comes from the survivors: Mondo, Chihiro, Kyoko, Makoto, Yasahiro, and Aoi.

A sinister laugh comes from all angles.

It comes from a very odd looking Kiyotaka.

His usual uniform is black and white!?

"Well hello there! It took you all long enough! We have been waiting! Waiting so very long!"

Ishimaru is sat on the throne that Monokuma once sat on. Once leg crossed on the other. Looking quite bored despite his excited tone of voice.

"We...?" Aoi questions, clearly in shock.

"By 'we' I mean the traitor among you who I adore! Obviously! I thought you would know this.." Ishimaru finishes glumbly.

"Ah, of course. The traitor. The only one who saw you as a sibling was Hagakure, correct? So my best assumption would be that Hagakure is the traitor." Kyoko rushes, clearly just wanting to get this over with.

"Ah... I thought Hiro over here would make it less obvious... oh well..." Kiyotaka states sadly, much different to the crazy, despair obsessed Kiyotaka they knew a second ago.

"Yeah sorry lil bro. Oh well! Better early then never ay?" Yasahiro walks over to Ishimaru and sits next to the throne on a frilly red (probably blood stained) pillow.

"Wait wait wait!!! How are you even alive!? We saw you get impaled by those pencil-looking spears!!!" Chihiro yells, clearly in need of an explanation.

"Ohhh! That! Well! Obviously it was fake, it was not even me who was impaled. It was my beloved brother, Kiyondo. The opparunity for despair was to much!!

"Ahem! Anyways! Hope or despair?" Ishimaru asks quizzically. A clipboard somehow appearing in his hand, along with glasses which he pushes up the bridge of his nose. Looking almost like a teacher.

"huh...?" Makoto questions, clearly not expecting such a straight forward question

"It is a simple enough question dear, though allow me to simplify it. Kill me and Hiro here, Or kill poor, dense little Naegi!" Kiyotaka slightly cackles, although still holding his clipboard.

"Wha!? Why me!?" Makoto yells fearfully.

"You're annoying." Ishimaru answered, with no emotion shown whatsoever.

"Why would we kill M-Makoto! You must be insane to even c-consider us killing him!" Chihiro yells.

"Yeah! What he said!" Aoi encouraged, putting her fist up.

"We mustn't be to hasty. There may be a catch." Kyoko points out.

Mondo has been silent the entire time.

"Hm... oh you must have a point. OH WELL, I GUESS I CAN SHOW YOU THE CATCH KYAHAHA!" Kiyotaka is suddenly sticking his tongue out, with glowy eyes and white hair.

"W-wha? Why is Ishimaru suddenly changed like that!?" Aoi questions, clearly shocked and confused.

"I get so bored, so easy, ya know...? Bored of the same old thing everyday... Same routine.. same old, same old. I EVEN GET BORED OF MYSELF!" Ishimaru yells, switching from being sad and gloomy, to the similar glowy eyes and white hair.

"You get used to it after awhile." Yasahiro comments. Clearly not bothered on the fact he betrayed his friends, or that Kiyotaka changes personality every five seconds.

"Now, my favorite little peasants, who wants to see the little twist to our Hope or despair question?" Kiyotaka questions, suddenly in a odd British accent.

"O-Of course we do! I mean.. It's obvious we want to leave..!" Chihiro calls out, determined as a kid with brown hair and a pink 'n blue jumper with stripes.

Mondo is still in a state of shock.

"Pay attention to the screen then... or don't..." Kiyotaka mumbled, grabbing a remote and turning on the two TV screens.

Everyone lets out a gasp.

There world it, for lack of a better word, destroyed.

"See here...? All of this is the place you've known to love... all of it is now in ruins.... HOW DESPAIRFUL UPUPUPUPU!" Kiyotaka states, now acting like the bear everyone is used too.

"This must all be a lie! It must be photoshop of something!" Aoi yells out.

"Oh... you guys do not believe me huh? Hiro, please can you switch it to live instead of pictures..." Ishimaru asks depressed-like.

"Sure lil bro." Hagakure then pulls out a switch of his own and the TV suddenly shows a random town, looks a bit like 'Towa City'.

"This, my dearest students, is merely a glimse of the worlds state!" Ishimaru yells happily.

"Why.. why would you do this?!" Aoi yells in despair.

"Well if I were to answer I would have to tell you my life story. That would just be boring. To simplify, I felt so much despair in my life, it was amazing... so why not make sure everyone else feels the same, amazing, lovely despair that I do?" Ishimaru states, monotone.

"Well, that despair you have grown to like is not what anyone wants other than yourself! Everyone here agrees that we will all defeat you!" Makoto yells determined.

"Are you sure...? Mondo here looks very... despair-filled. Maybe it was the despairful truth of having his soul-brother betray him... who knows... he looks like he has given up..." Ishimaru retorts, as sad as ever.

Mondo perks up slightly at the sound of his name and whispers "No, no its not that, just had to think over m' options... I agree with Makoto. We will beat ya!" Mondo gets progressively louder.

"Aaah yes!!! I was waiting for a protagonistic line like that~ " Ishimaru practically purrs. "Now now class. Let us review your options."

"Option one: You all leave here, and Hiro and I get executed! However, remember how the world looks now? Option two! You kill little Naegi here, and get to live in harmony, with everything you desire! No killing game, just life together as friends!" Ishimaru explains.

"You must be crazy to think that we would even think of picking the second option!" Naegi shouts.

"Of course I am crazy dear! For fucks sake I murdered my own brother and father! And almost killed Hiro here!" Kiyotaka exclaims, switching from his 'queen' personality to his 'despair' one.

"I can confirm, though it was rather despair-inducing that he didnt finish the job all those times." Hagakure sighed.

"Why would you kill your own father!? You talked about how much you loved him in the sauna!!" Mondo yelled, tears starting to trickle down his cheek.

"Oh. I really did love him. He was the only one there for me when Toranosukes scandal made our lives shit." Kiyotaka spoke, as monotone as a robot.

"Then why kill him!?" Chihiro screams out.

"Yes. Why kill someone you claim to love?" Kyoko questions.

"For the despair of course."

Just one simple sentence. Yet it mad everyone silent.

"He truly loved me, and I returned it in full. He tried his hardest to be the best father, yet I could hear him breaking down behind closed doors. So, when I made this 'fill-the-world-with-despair' plan, I took one of his pistols, tied him up, and shot him in the legs. Then, in the arms. Then, in the head!" Kiyotaka chimes happily, despite the few tears falling down.

The whole trailroom was quiet, save a couple sniffles from Mondo or Chihiro.

One question rang in all of their minds:

What do we do?

It was a simple question, with many answers.

1. Leave!

2. Stay!

3. Somehow convince Taka and Hagakure that despair is the wrong choice. (How?)

4. Attempt to kill them somehow?? (Probably not the best choice...)

5. Find a loophole

So... what do they do now?

Giggles roamed throughout the trailroom as the survivors desperately tried to come to a conculsion.

(the end-)

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this is more of a vent fic ig?

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Is it okay to see yourself in a mirror and hate all your features?

Is it okay to feel ungrateful when you ask for something?

Is it okay to want to cry, all because someone compared you to your 'lovely' mother?

Is it okay to want physical contact, but flinch at the smallest touch?

Is it okay to spend all your time studying, just to distract yourself from the thoughts?

Is it okay to have a whole plan of suicide? Including the day, the note, the pills?

Is it okay to get irritated at the smallest things?

Is it okay to feel everyone around you only hang out with you out of pity?

Is it okay to scratch at your arms, because you don't want to leave a mark, but still want to feel pain?

Is it okay to resort to internet posts for comfort?

Is it okay to only have 3, no 2 reasons to live?

Is it okay...

To want to give up entirely?

Kiyotaka wants to give up. To put it simply, his life was (and still is) shit.

He is 17, and trapped in Hopes Peak for his own safety, he doesn't know where his mother is anymore, he doesn't care. Honestly, Kiyotaka wishes she is dead.

I bet you are wondering what those 3 (but now 2) reasons to live are?

Quite simple.

First was to not upset his father, though he is dead now. He committed suicide.

Second is to save his family name. (Although now with the tragedy he doubt he can)

Third is, well, Mondo.

He does not want to upset Mondo by committing suicide. Yet at the same time, he does not want to burden Mondo with his trivial problems.

Mondo apparently does not find then trivial, though.

"Look, bro. I know this is a touchy subject but I vent to ya all the time! I migh' as well return the favor and listen to your problems. Even if they are 'trivial', whatever that means."

They are currently sitting on Kiyotaka's dorm room floor, Kiyotaka wearing a turtleneck jumper (sweater for yall Americans) that his father gave him, a couple days before his suicide. The jumper has a striped pattern, both red and white.

Mondo is wearing his usual white tank top and black bottoms, with the exception of his 'gang leader coat', which is somewhere in Mondo's drawers. Mondo has his hair in a bun, he abandoned the 'pompadour' soon after the tragedy. Kiyotaka's hair is slightly longer now, not long enough to tie up like Mondos, but it is a lot more fluffy and less spiky.

"Trivial means, for simple explanation, lack of importance." Kiyotaka explained, while turning to look at Mondo.

"Well I know damn well whatever problems ya have locked up in ya noggin' ain't trivial! Now talk it out, or at least hug it out." Mondo compromised.

"I guess I could tell you some of my past, if you insist." Kiyotaka takes a breath. "Gosh, where should I even start? I guess I was bullied a bit before coming here. Casual things like fake love letters, dead rats and other animals in my locker, mean names, snide remarks, broken bo-" Kiyotaka is swiftly cut off by a very concerned Mondo.

"A little bit? From what I have just 'eard that is cruel, no matter what ya grandad did."

"Well it is not like I didn't deserve it."

That's what stopped Mondo in his tracks, gaping at Kiyotaka. Did he really think he deserved that?

"Wait, hold tha phone. How in the hell did ya deserve that torment! Thats right 'm bustin' out the big words, that's how concerned I am!"

"I mean, when I was younger I was a bad child!"

"I doubt tha'."

"Well, surely I must have if that is what I was told everyday."

"Okay, Kiyo, what rules did you ever break?"

"Hm... I-"

"Kiyo, fucks sake, if you are 'a bad child' then I am the spawn of Satan 'imself."

"You are not 'the spawn of Satan'!"

"Not the point. What in all thats unholy makes ya think its okay?"

"Um.."

Kiyotaka didn't know. He already used any excuse he had, but they were debunked by Mondo.

"Kiyo. Are you okay?" Mondos words were slower, as if to make sure Kiyotaka listened to every, single, word.

Those simple four words were like opening the floodgates. Kiyotaka started sobbing and Mondo just let him. Mondo proceeded to hug Kiyotaka and just... comforted him.

"Tha's it. Just let it out yer system. God knows it'll do ya some good."

Kiyotaka somehow let out a amused chuckle before a sob interrupted it. All he can think about is that he is sorry, hes sorry hes sorry hes sorry he didnt mean to hes sorry hes sorry hes sorry hes sorry-

"No need t' be sorry Bro, just le' it out."

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another ventish fic oml-

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How do you ask for help?

Who do you ask?

When is the right time to ask?

Am I just faking this for attention?

What if they mock me?

What if it is all for nothing?

Why do I have to be like this?

I don't deserve help.

Do I?

They always ask if I am okay, why do I always say yes?

Why can't I just ask for help?

Some people have it worse then me, why am I complaining?

I just need to suck it up.

I deserve all of this.

I should really just die.

I already have a plan, why not carry it out?

Father comes home late on Thursdays, just overdose on those pills you take.

The pills that are supposed to help.

The pills that are supposed to make you feel better.

The pills.

Overdose on the pills.

Do it.

Do it.

DO IT.

"I need help."

It barely came out as a whisper in Kiyotaka's dorm room as he uncurls himself from the ball he was once in. He is sat in the far corner, on the hardwood floors.

The room is dark, cold.

Kiyotakas room is dark and cold.

Kiyotaka doesnt like the cold.

It looks like any average dorm room, but amazingly clean. (If you ignore the small blood stain on his desk)

"I need help." He repeats, slightly louder into the darkness.

He needs help, before he does something drastic.

He needs help before he hurts himself.

So, he walks. He does not know where he is going, but he is walking.

he chooses to ignore the no-going-out-after-curfew rule, he feels this is more important.

He walks, and walks, and walks. Through familiar hallways and familiar posters are hung up on the familiar hallways, the familiar lockers attached to the familiar walls. He walks through the familiar hallways where familiar people have punched him, spat on him, et cetera.

Everything is all too familiar.

He ends up at Makoto's dorm room, his boyfriends dorm room.

Why here? Why have I ended up here?

He knocks on the dorm room door.

I promised the therapist that I would go to someone if I get like this, I must keep my promise.

Makoto opens the door, tired as ever. "Hey.. Taka? What are you doing up at..." he glances at a clock. "Four am?"

Kiyotaka takes a breath and speaks, much quieter to what Makotos used too. "I promised someone I would get help if I n-needed it, and I keep my promises.. so I am asking if I can stay here for the night."

It takes everything in Makoto to not smile widely.

Makoto new about Kiyotakas... issues, and he is very happy that he is reaching for help instead of the blade. Makoto shudders at the thought of what could have happened if he didn't come to him.

"Of course Taka! Come in!" Makoto speaks enthusiastically while Taka gives a small smile.

Makoto moves to make room for the moral compass as he walks in and stands awkwardly by the now closed door.

"So, what would you like to do Taka?" Makoto asks, trying to keep Takas mind from spiraling any further then it has been.

"Uh, um... There isn't much to do is there..?" Kiyotaka answered, looking at the slightly littered room. There is a dirty clothing pile in the corner, and a couple of Mangas next to it.

"Hmm.." Makoto brings his finger up to his chin as he thinks. "Maybe I could show you my Manga collection!!"

Kiyotaka tilts his head slightly "You have a Manga collection?"

Mission complete. Makoto thinks. "Yeah! Not as much as my sister Komaru's though, wanna see?" Makoto felt a twang of sadness when he mentioned Komaru, but pushed it aside.

"Sure, why not. Make sure not to tell Yamada of your collection though, you might end up speaking to him for hours." Kiyotaka jokes.

"I'll keep that in mind." Makoto says with a small chuckle as he walks towards his small manga collection, while Kiyotaka still stands awkwardly by the door. "Feel free to sit down anywhere, I don't mind!" Makoto reassures.

Kiyotaka visually relaxes at this and sits down on the edge or Makotos bed.

"I have a couple here... this one has a character who acts a lot like you... kinda." Makoto pulls out three mangas, all with a person with bright pink hair and weird, lollypop-like clips in his hair.

(IF YOU KNOW WHICH MANGA/ANIME I AM TALKING ABOUT BE MY FRIEND RN)

Kiyotaka looks in confusion at the weird looking boy in the cover. "Why does the boy have such odd hair-pins and such bright hair? Surely he would be dress-coded for this!"

"In his world these things are fine! Weird hair colours like his are normal, and accessories are okay in his school." Makoto explains while sitting next to Kiyotaka, he thinks its best not to include the fact Saiki is physic, in order to not confuse Taka further.

"You said someone here acted like me, somewhat. Which one is it?" Kiyotaka asks. He hates to admit but he feels rather invested in this weird-looking boys life.

"Oh! Hang on, let me find a panel of him.." Makoto opens a manga and begins to flip through the pages, looking for a good panel to show Kiyotaka. He wanted him to have a good first impression of basically his twin.

He eventually lands on a panel of the red haired man smiling with his hands on his hips, a pose Taka tends to do when he is lecturing, or just genuinely happy.

"Here! He is a class representative like you, he also likes to motivate people, like you do!" Makoto explains, pointing at Hairo (the red haired man) happily.

"I must admit we seem to have a lot in common, he also has abnormally large eyebrows like I do. That I can admit." Kiyotaka chuckles at his comment on his eyebrows.

Then Makoto proceeded to explain the plotline of this Manga, that Kiyotaka now knows as 'The disastrous life of Saiki K'.

"Well, Saikis life isn't that 'disastrous' is it? He seems rather dramatic over having people wanting to be his friend. Like Nendo." Kiyotaka states, he honestly feels jealous that so many people want to be that geniuses friend!

"I must admit Saiki is a little dramatic." Makoto scratches his chin awkwardly.

"'A little dramatic' is quite the understatement."

"Yeah... anyway! Would you like to see my other mangas?"

"Hmm. Sure!"

So that's what they did, they looked through almost every manga, of course before Taka insisted on sleeping, given it was now ungodly O'clock.

"Well then Makoto! I must be going now, thank you for staying with me for this long!" Taka salutes, walking towards the door.

"Wait Taka! You don't have to leave if you are not ready! Plus I think being alone wouldn't be exactly ideal.." Makoto whispers the last part, though Taka heard it nonetheless.

As much as Kiyotaka hates to admit it, he has a point. "Though I do not wish to burden you as much as I have, I will be fine!"

(the end *credits roll*)

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HAHAH ANOTHER SONG FIC CAUSE I SUCK AT WRITING ANYTHING ELSEEEEEEEEEE

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I got boulders on my shoulders.

Taka never asked for the pressure that was put on him.

All these expectations.

It overwhelms him.

But he has to do it.

Just because he was an Ishimaru.

Collarbones begin to crack.

Taka never asked to be an Ishimaru.

He never, ever, asked for this.

Kids punching, kicking, pulling, pushing.

Just because he was an Ishimaru.

There is very little left of me and its never coming back.

Taka never asked to be a 'hard-ass'.

There was once a time he was just like any other kid, playing and having fun.

But now, he must study and be better. He has to.

Just because he is an Ishimaru.

There are certain things you ask of me,
And theres certain things I'll lack.

Taka never asked.

Everyone else did the asking,

No, everyone else did the ordering.

Taka had to follow the orders.

Just because he is an Ishimaru.

In the beginning we were winning,

Taka never asked to be a 'know-it-all'.

He knew every answer, people assumed he knew it all.

He didn't.

In fact, he struggles with learning the material a lot.

Though only his father, and his grandfather know that.

He must be a 'know-it-all'.

He needs to fix his family name.

Just because he is a Ishimaru.

But now I'm making up facts.

Taka never asked to be 'the walking rule book'.

He knew others never read the book, so sometimes, he took it to his advantage.

In his middle school, things like little shoves or 'not-so-bad-bullying' was completely okay, according to the rule book.

Though only Taka knew that.

So, Taka took it upon himself to stop the bullying.

It didn't stop.

It just moved onto him.

Just because he is an Ishimaru.

Whats it matter anymore?

Taka never asked for all this... just this.

The bullying,

The scandal,

The neglectful parenting,

Hes so close to giving up.

Though, he deserves it.

Just because he is an Ishimaru.

(i love the front bottoms so i made this ig?)

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A home alone AU sorta,

the rest is a secret, its also when the ship comes in.

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"Hello everyone, sorry for making you wait, my 'sneakers' were not co-operating!" Taka yelling whilst marching towards the living room, where Leon, Mondo, and Makoto should be waiting.

Somehow by some miracle, they convinced Taka to wear somewhat comfy clothing. He had a button up shirt with a light, calm brown jumper/sweater over it, so you could only see the collar of said button up shirt. He just had simple black jeans on with black sneakers to match, it was an outfit prepared by Makoto himself.

Makoto...

He was such a kind boy. Nice, awkward and sweet to whoever hes with, even if the person hated his guts.

Such a lovely, lovely boy to fall in love with...

Thats right, Kiyotaka stupidly found himself in love with Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Lucky student.

For whatever reason, Makoto felt the same about Kiyotaka Ishimaru, The Ultimate Moral Compass.

He was such a expressive boy. Dedicated, confident, Awkward (just like him!), practically a god at the art of studying.

Thats who Makoto fell in love with.

And thats also who was forgotten on a roadtrip.

"Uh, um. Everyone?" Taka questioned, searching the living room only to find no people.

"Aha! Very funny! Now please come out from your hiding spots?" Taka scratched the side of his head anxiously, obviously this was a prank?

After a minute of silence, Kiyotakas anxiety skyrocketed.

Have they left me? Is this a prank? Were they ever my friends to begin with? Did they pity me? Im so stupid to think any different! Im so stupid! Just a genius.. genius genius genius genius-

Kiyotaka shook his head, as if trying to shake away those thoughts. No way is he going down that road again.

He searched the living room, high and low, looking for all the hiding places available. (or ones where they could fit...)

He searched the kitchen, every cabinet, under the table, even in the oven and fridge!

He searched the hallway, (not much places to hide there...).

He searched the bathroom! (its not like they would hide in a toilet...)

He searched him and his fathers bedrooms!

He searched everywhere, high and low.

Unfortunately, he must come to the sad conclusion.

He had been forgotten.

"They forgot about me, even Makoto!?" Taka yells allowed, as if he would hear it and apologize.

"They really just left me here, alone." He mumbled, almost pouting as he crosses his arms and does one final search throughout the apartment.

Looking... Looking... Looking...

Nope, they have 100% just left him at his own home.

"Well, I might try and call them, let everyone know about my disappearance!" Kiyotaka concluded, as he finds speaking aloud to himself easier then just thinking it.

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lmao its afterlife time

this is heavily based on a tiktok I saw (forgot the user *cries*)

basically, because of the hit on the head ishimaru forgets about the killing game (all he can remember is everything up to the tragedy)

he also develops Dysarthria Also known as: slurred speech, speech disorder

(Slurred speech after a head injury is called dysarthria. It occurs when the areas of the brain that control the muscles used for speech are damaged, leaving the muscles for speech weak or paralyzed. As a result, individuals may know exactly what they want to say, but struggle to say the words clearly.)

(bruh this is 100+ words with info alone)

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Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

Well, not everywhere, but there sure was a lot of blood on my clothes.

Why is their blood on my clothes?

Where am I?

Who am I?

No, I know that answer.

I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Ultimate Moral Compass.

I'm lying down.

Why am I lying down?

I can feel something trickling down my face.

It feels bad.

I want it to stop.

It feels icky, sticky.

I don't like it.

Is it the blood?

Blood is icky.

I don't like blood.

I can't see.

I want to see.

Then I could wipe the ickyness off.

Why are my eyes closed?

Why does my head hurt?

Why am I lying down?

I feel so stupid.

Why do I have no answers to these questions?

I don't feel stupid, I am stupid.

"..o?"

What was that?

Who was that?

".ro!"

What are they saying?

"Bro! get yer ass up! Its over, yer okay!"

Whats over?

Bro?

Nobody calls me bro, other then Hiro.

Hiro...

Where Hiro??

Is Hiro okay?

"BRO."

My eyes are open.

I can see the icky, sticky stuff.

Ah, so it is blood.

Why is there blood?

I try lift myself up.

Arms wrap around my armpit, like they are trying to help me up?

Their arms seem muscular.

Comforting.

Like I've been in this arms before.

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what if mondos friendship with kiyotaka was fake?

(IK MONDO WOULD NEVER, THIS IS JUST A 'WHAT IF' AND I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING-)

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Kiyotaka was getting suspicious of Mondo.

It may seem like harmless jitters of having your first real friend and not wanting to mess it up.

But, Kiyotaka doesn't think that's the case.

Though he has no prior friendship experience, he has speculated friendships often.

And, from his speculation he should be able to tell that:

Purposefully ignoring texts and calls,

Stating he was too busy to hang out, then hanging out with someone else,

Only reaching out to vent about his brother (and oddly, mention how alike both Taka and him were.)

When they do hang out, its mainly him and Mondo doing things Mondo and Daiya did,

Is not a 'normal' friendship.

While he knows their friendship was never normal in the first place, he is almost 100% sure that this friendship had something else to it.

Daiya.

It was always about Daiya, wasn't it?

Daiya loved to do this!

Daiya did that!

Daiya is so much like you!

He has no hatred for Daiya, Daiya seemed like a lovely person when he was alive! (If you ignore that he was a gang leader...)

But, he can't help but feel like Daiya was their only friendship trait.

Taka helped Mondo with his work, just like Daiya.

Taka liked to stroke Mondos hair when he was overwhelmed, just like Daiya.

He could go on forever!

It was almost as if Mondo didn't see Taka as Taka, that he saw Taka as Daiya.

Keep in mind he has been thinking on this for a while, this isn't a random idea he thought of.

That leads to the present, Mondo is lying in Takas lap, as peaceful as ever.

And Taka is combing his hands through Mondos hair.

Just like fucking Daiya did.

"Yknow, whenever Daiya did this Chuck wou' always yap as if Daiya was gon' rip my hair out." Mondo chuckled at the memories, and Taka can only describe it as angelic..

Curse this stupid crush on someone who doesn't even care about you in the first place!!

"That sounds very entertaining Bro, did you ever find out why Chuck yapped then?" Kiyotaka asked, trying to keep the conversation alive. (And so far they are succeeding! Yes!)

"Nah, it was a mystery. Though I personally think it was because a' the fact it never happened often, so his tiny dog brain musta been confused." Mondo finishes his sentence and closes his eyes, as calm as ever.

"I must agree, if my father was suddenly doing something I was not used to, or was not normal for him I was definitely be concerned and confused." That was true, if his father was suddenly affectionate threw actions like hugging, he would honestly be very concerned, since he was never a touchy person.

"Uh huh.." Mondo seemed ready to sleep right then and there, on Takas lap. (Just like he did with Daiya-)

It's fine.

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watch how hard i can project onto taka: hhnnngngnghghgh

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I wish someone would just hit me.

Just once.

Or twice, or as many times as they desire.

I want someone to just slap me and scream about how worthless I am.

I want someone to tell me just how useless I am.

That I don't deserve love.

Cause no matter how many times someone says otherwise, I just can't believe them.

I just want someone to hurt me.

I don't care who.

I don't care when.

Just someone, please, hurt me.

Kick me.

Punch me.

Kill me.

Kiyotakas thoughts spiraled as he sat on his dorm rooms bed. His blanket was thrown on the floor, its texture felt like hell right now.

He puts his hands on his ears, desperately attempting to shut out the stupid thoughts saying he doesn't deserve love and everyone will hate him and leave him in the end. God why can't you just die already? You don't deserve anything and you're are such a ungrateful, worthless geniu-

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..

...

....

He's crying.

He's supposed to be strong, be an example for his peers, but here he is crying over some stupid depressive thoughts?

He's so pathetic.

His hands move from his ears to his hair, as if to try rip the thoughts from his own skull.

He doesn't bother wiping his tears.

He desperately pulls at his short hair, it hurts, but its what he deserves.

Tug, tug, tug, at his hair. Rip away all the strands.

Ouch.

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..

...

....

Someones knocking on the door.

Someones knocking on the door??

SOMEONES KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

THEY CANT SEE HIM LIKE THIS, THEY CANT THEY CANT THEY CANT.

IF THEY KNOW THEY MIGHT GET WORRIED, PEOPLE SHOULDNT WORRY ABOUT SOMEONE LIKE HIM!!

HES SUPPOSED TO BE THE PERFECT MODEL STUDENT, IF THEY SEE HIM LIKE THIS HIS FUTURE WILL BE RUINED. HE WILL BE RUINED HE WILL BE RUINED HE WILL BE RUINEDHEWILLBERUINEDHEWILLBERUINED-

THEY CANT KNOW THEY CANT KNOW.

THEY.

CANT.

KNOW.

Taka scrambles of his bed after detangling his hands from his now messy raven hair.

He practically runs to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

He has dull, dark eyebags under his eyes. Not to mention the tear marks all over his cheeks! (god it feels so sticky and wrong and bad. It felt bad. He didn't like it.) His hair was so ruffled and messy, much different to his spiky hair everyone knew. (It is a bit longer now... when was the last time he cut his hair?? He definitely hasn't since he joined Hopes Peak... and he's in his second year now!)

His clothes have tear stains, he was overall a wreck.

How was he going to clean himself up before the person at the door gets concerned?

He shakes away the thoughts and get to work.

He washes his face with simple water and a flannel.

He uses the concealer Junko gave him to somewhat hide his eyebags. ("you need to hide some of those scars, sheesh.." she said. He personally doesn't think his scars are that bad... they are actually quite difficult to notice according to Mondo..) Though of course, he doesn't use to much so it looks as if he was asleep.

he grabs a comb and quickly brushes it, so it looks only a little ruffled. (That's so it seems more convincing that he had been sleeping!)

He looks in the mirror again, it seems fine now!

He attempts to fix his posture and strides to his dorm door, where the mystery person is waiting.

He swings the door open with a grin to find none other then Mondo Owada, looking carefree at his door.

However, his carefree expression slowly drifted to a.. what was that expression? Concern? Disgust? Kiyotaka couldn't tell. All he knew is that Mondo's expression is no longer carefree, and that's not a good sign, why would his expression suddenly turn.. grim? He still doesn't know how to describe it.

"Bro, you good? Your hairs a bit ruffled, and your eyebags are more visible. You know its noticable if I noticed it!" Mondo chuckled somewhat towards the end.

He is just concerned about his hair? (and the eyebags, but he's gonna ignore that.)

"You shouldn't worry, bro! I was simply catching up on some sleep." Kiyotaka answers.

"Uh huh, anyways

(we never found out what Mondo was going to say... /lh)

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(I HAVE NEVER BEEN THROUGH ABA, I SEARCHED UP WHAT IT IS, ALONG WITH AUTISTIC PEOPLES EXPERIENCES, IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE IM SO SORRY !)

and finally, the draft i hate the most, this one.

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Getting diagnosed with autism was not a fun thing for Taka. His mother put him through hell, saying he'd never become Prime Minister if he didn't give up his 'childish' habits.

Some of his 'childish' habits were hardily noticeable, like bouncing his leg when he gets a question right, or even not understanding a joke. Mainly because people assume it's because he's a 'hardass' or a 'strict loser'.

Some habits he couldn't hide that easy. Like wearing ear defenders if the classroom is to loud (even though, to everyone else its fine). Or getting overwhelmed if he touches paper with even the slightest wet hands, or if his uniform doesn't feel right, as if its too tight or too loose.

His mother hated his habits. If he has a shutdown in the grocery store, unable to hear or respond, she would simply slap him for not listening. 

Meltdowns sucked the worst, Kiyotaka's mother would leave him in his room till he 'stopped his silly and immature tantrum'. In her words. She never aplologised for what she did. Said that 'the word isn't going to change for you. Suck it up and adapt to the world.'

Then, at age of 7, he was signed up for Applied Behavioral Analysis. To put it short, Kiyotaka would be given a instruction, for example:

"Ishimaru, please grab a plant from that shelf."

If he complied, he would be rewarded with either stickers, a high five or even lunch. If he didn't comply, the lady (who is asking him to grab said item) would give a loud, exaggerated sigh. (Which Kiyotaka learned to hate) and ask the question again, slower. As if he was some baby.

Kiyotaka eventually learnt to do as the lady said. Although it wasn't fun at all. Looking her in the eyes hurt his head. Being forced to stop stimming (he learnt the term from his father) made him feel just, BLEGH.

Eventually the lady learnt how touched starved Kiyotaka is and used it to her advantage. Being able to look her in the eye means a hug.

Although ABA caused Kiyotaka to see things in black and white as a result. He also just sees communication as something he needs to tick of his checklist, not something done for his mental health or social skills.

That's why Kiyotaka is seen as such a 'hardass'.

That's why Mondo helps Kiyotaka recover from his mothers ableist ways. Either from explaining why other break rules at times, or simply letting him stim when hanging out with him.

And that explains why Kiyotaka is hanging out with Mondo by a oak tree currently.

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"An' that's why ABA fuckin' sucks ass." Mondo spoke matter-of-factly, whilst carelessly leaning his head on the tree.

"First off, language. Secondly, I personally don't see how ABA affected me." Kiyotaka retorted, lying down on the grass, careful to avoid the mole-holes as he rested his head on his hands.

"Taka, my dog, my bro, my best friend, I would make a whol' ass power point on how ABA affected yo ass if I didn't have the attention span of a chimpanzee." Mondo replied. Waving his right hand animatedly.

"Really? Please tell me some reasons because I cannot think of any currently" Kiyotaka remarked, under a false illusion that ABA is a positive thing. (News flash, its not).

"Okay then, fer one ya only see talkin' to others as a chore. Along with when ya stim yer stop after realizin' ya are, im not that smart on the autism thing bu' 'm pretty sure thats unhealthy" Mondo responded, pointing at Taka nearing the end of his lecture. (Or at least what Mondo would consider a lecture)

"Not t' mention every time ya make a mistake ya ask to be hit, sayin' you deserve it. Cause news flash, ya don't. fer fucks sake, yesterday ya accidently hit me whilst stimmin' and asked me ta hit you fer it." Mondo finished, looking smugly at Taka, knowing he couldn't retort anything just said.

"Well, uh... I must admit you have a point, although ABA is so common, surely if it is as bad as you make it out to be, it would be stopped?" Kiyotaka responded slightly defeatedly.

"Trust me, a LOT of people tried, but since neurodivergent people, is that the right word? Are stereotyped horridly, the government don't listen to our complaints. Basically the current government is shitty." Mondo explained.

"Hm. Well that's just more motivation for me to be prime minister!" Kiyotaka states, trying to find light in this bad situation.

"Huh?" Mondo grunts, very sleepy and almost fully asleep.

"When I am Prime Minister, I could stop ABA, then everyone won't have to go through the same thing I did!" Kiyotaka speaks, suddenly full of motivation.

"Mhm! Whatever ya say bro." Mondo mumbles out.

Then, they just sat there, listening to the birds and just enjoying each others company.