(Mastermind!Ishimaru x Reader) Despair Free World

It was unreal, simply unreal.  He was dead, yet here he was, standing before you, not a scratch on him.  You stood there at your podium, knees trembling, palms sweating, heart throbbing, head spinning.  “Y-y-your alive,” you extended your shaking pointed finger toward the throne where Monokuma was sitting; though, it wasn’t Monokuma anymore.  It was the mastermind.

Your knees grew weaker and weaker until they gave out and you landed you upon the floor.  The cameras that were showing the world the despair were focused on you, zooming in on your weeping face.  “W-w-why?  H-how?  Y-you a-are dead!”  You barely managed to stutter out.  “I saw you die,” you let out an ear-piercing shriek, your hands violently pulling at you hair that had become thinner from the stress of the “game”.

The “game”, or hell as you called it, started out as what you thought was a carefully planned out and sickening joke.  However, it soon morphed into a full on massacre, a bloody game of fate, a sadistic game of survival; and you were just a pawn.  It had dawned on you about half way through the game that there was no turning back.  First you had begun to lose sleep, nothing major, just a little insomnia.  Unfortunately and tragically, it grew into something far worse; you had lost all interest in eating and had lost quite a bit of weight,  you had started to prick your fingers with a knife to stay awake, you had even lost interest in life itself.  

But then he came along.  From the moment the two of you matched eyes, you knew that you had to survive.  You simply had to.  He then began to nurse you back to health, even if that meant feeding you like a stubborn child and waiting at your bedside till you fell asleep.  He tended to your every need, caring for you like a husband would for a wife.  Then, he died, leaving you to fall into the deep pits of despair.  It was over, you knew without him you were going to die.  But, for some ridiculous reason, you refused to give up hope.  Perhaps it was Makoto’s constant speeches or maybe it was some sort of automatic response to the change in your life.  But, whatever it was, you refused to die.  

“Why are you alive?” You wailed, howling at the top of your lungs in a shrill voice, burrowing your eyes in your palms, hoping this was a dream or a hallucination of some sort.  He let out a chuckle and smiled wickedly while everyone else fell silent.  First he looked around and addressed himself to his former classmates.  “It’s so good to see you all again, I missed you all dearly.  Have you obeyed the school rules?”  Everyone one including the ever-present Makoto was struck.   He then turned his attention to you. “Aren’t you glad to see me (y/n)-Chan?”  He chuckled once more, “I would have thought you would, I mean, the way you acted after I died was awfully convincing.”

He raised your head slowly with his index finger and forced you to look at him.  His wide cherry red eyes were brimming with madness, his thick burnt black eyebrows were as far up on his forehead as they could be, his insane smile frightened you to the core.  “Didn’t you miss me?”  He giggled like a little girl, “I certainly missed you.”

You looked him over; was he really the same boy you fell in love with?  The right side of his perfectly combed hair was snow white, while the left side was jet black.  His uniform had changed drastically as well, it was the complete opposite of his hair; the right was a burnt black while the left was a clean white.  His black boots were laced perfectly just like everything else about him.  No, he wasn’t like he was before.  He was a completely different person. He was no longer the Kyotaka Ishimaru you knew.

“I-Ishimaru-San….Why?”  You shoved him away, sending him a few inches back, then buried your face in your hands once more, “How could you do this?”  You looked like a small child throwing a temper tantrum, “I trusted you, I loved you.”  You could hear the sound of your heart breaking, shredding into little pieces.  The boy you had fallen so madly in love with was now long gone.

“Y-You loved me?” Kyotaka cocked his head, for the first time he seemed to be taken aback, completely and utterly shocked.  He inched closer on his hands and knees, hoping to get just a little closer to you, “Do you actually mean that?”  His eyes narrowed as he lifted your face with his index finger once more, “Do you really mean that (y/n)-Chan?”  

You shoved him back violently causing him to fall flat on the floor, “Didn’t I make it obvious enough!”  You were shouting now, tears flooding down your cheeks, your nose a stuffy red, “I loved you from the bottom of my heart!  You nursed me back to health, you saved my life.”  You wiped your tears and nose with your sleeve, “But I don’t think I can say that anymore.”  

The others were in complete awe, perhaps you would be able to convince the mastermind to set them free.  That is, everyone but Toko, who always had something negative to say.  “W-Why would she ever go back to you now that s-she knows you’re the mastermind,” Toko stuttered out, “A-as if any self-respecting women would g-go out with a man like you.”  Byakuya glared at her as if to say, shut up you peasant.  “No.”  Makoto spoke with authority, “It’s (y/n)-Chans decision.”  This caused Kiyoko and Asahina to smile and nod.  “Only she knows what’s best for her,” Asahina nodded once more.  During this time Yashahiro looked as lost as ever.

He began to stroke your thin hair.  “I watched you over the monitors,” he paused, “You cried till you passed out each night, you ate very little, and you hardly spoke to anyone…and I just watched it.”  He looked ashamed of himself, like a child who was being scolded.  

 “I-I didn’t know that’s how you felt…” He stammered out, picking himself up and, once again crawling toward you; this time you didn’t push him away; you allowed him to hold your sniveling trembling frame as you buried your head in his chest, in fact, you craved that.  You’ve always wanted him to hold you like that; and as much as you hated to admit it, you still loved him.  “Maybe that’s what this warm feeling is?” He questioned himself, pulling you closer then lifted your face up gently staring deep into your eyes.  

Kiyotaka then stood up quickly and walked back to his throne; he no longer wore a smirk, but a kinder softer face.  “In spirit of this, I have decided to let you all go free.”  He looked up at the cameras that were broadcasting the mutual school killings over the air waves and closed his eyes happily, “Because I no longer feel despair.”  He gave a genuine innocent smile, “And I’m ready to recreate the new world in the form of hope with (y/n)-Chan by my side.”  

He then pressed a controller with blinking green and red lights and shut off the cameras.  “Is everyone ready?”  He asked, as if nothing ever happened.  “Y-You expect us to trust you after wh-what you did?”  Toko chimed in, this time the others shared her opinion.  Kiyotaka shook his head solumly shook his head, “No, I only ask that you do.  And I only ask that (y/n)-Chan lets me confess my love to here.”  You lifted your head up slowly to find him crouched down next to you.

“I love you.”  He said it with passion and understanding, with just a trace of doubt and anxiety as if he knew you would say no.  “I-I”, the others waited for your answer as if they were some movie-goers on the edge of their seat watching a corny love movie all while you were trying to speak through you sobs.  “I love you too Kiyotaka-Kun.”  And with that, he laughed ecstatically and scoped you up in this strong arms, kissing you all over your face causing you to laugh, your tears disappearing into thin air.

The others began to cheer (excluding the ever elusive Byakuya).  Kiyotaka then seized the remote control that was sitting on this throne, you still in his arms, and pushed the blinking florescent bright green button.  “Come on, let’s get out of here!”

He motioned for the others to follow him the door where bright light was shining through.  “From now on,” he looked down at you, hope in his eyes, “I promise to live a despair free life; and it’s all because I have you now.”  You looked up at him with tired loving eyes and yawned, all that crying and emotional stress had worn you down, “Thank you.”

The group: Makoto, Kyoko, Asahina, Byakuya, Yasahiro, Toko, Ishimaru, and you, walked out into the light, everyone’s eyes glimmering with hope and excitement, except Kiyotaka’s.  His eyes were brimming with pure love.