Cypher Zero

“It is not that either. This is just my appearance.” What identity? He was a vessel of talent and not much else. These were the clothes he had when he woke up, and he had never bothered to cut his hair when it was only just going to grow out again.

It was commonly said, that animals were better than people. That their company was preferred over the company of another human being. If all animals were like this dog, he might agree with the sentiment.

“None of those either.”

He stares at the dog for a few more moments, not because he did not understand, but because he was wondering if it was even worth dignifying that with an answer. 

But, he supposed, the canine went to the effort of asking the question without any real expectations of an answer, so he might as well gift him with one.

“None of those.”

This dog is far too intelligent for its own good.

He’s doing a relatively good job all things considered. Like being a dog.

But he’s just going to stare back at him, nevertheless.

The beagle is mocking mimicking a certain long-haired Ultimate Melodramatic boy. Apparently the girls like that and the boys strive to be like this for some reason.

Seneca

Of course, it wasn’t how he intended this to go. It was not supposed to be such a one sided affair. He knew he was outmatched, outclassed, and the emotions running wild within the man he reflected would affect in some way. However, he had not foreseen the way Naegi had been able to counter, and thus left him in an extremely vulnerable position, and it showed. However it could have been much worse if not for the timely intervention. 

He likely thought he was punny. Calling down from the helicopter that hovered carefully above, low enough to offer aid, but not so low that it would be overly noticeable by prying eyes beyond the dust and explosions rocking the area behind him. However, the aid was taken, without so much as a word, climbing up into the helicopter with ease, and settling himself down as carefully as possible. Eyes closing to the world as head thrummed in pain. 

A broken nose, concussion, and likely a few scrapes and cuts that would need tending to as soon as possible. For now, all he could do was wait.

Still nothing was said as they made their way inside as he was settled down on the couch, not waiting for the confirmation that it was fine to use the kit before he did so. Opening it up and getting to work without so much of a moments pause and hesitation, for the moment, focusing on his nose seemed most prevalent. Carefully placed medical tape to keep it in place was the easiest thing he could do for now. With luck more intensive treatment wouldn’t be needed. There was a small huff of air to the thought. 

“Ice.” Clipped and to the point, a small glance was given in the young man’s direction before he continued with his work, now cleaning and tending to the small cuts that littered his face. Careful of the bruising that was already starting to form. 

“Acetaminophen.” The headache was slowly growing worse, and likely would continue such if someone desired a conversation. Undoubtedly there was questions, likely the most pressing was why he didn’t fight back.

A hand touched the mask, considering removing it for a brief second. It was found at the costume department, a leftover from a previous game that was lying around. There was no time nor resources to come up with a proper rescue plan – the mastermind did it out of his own initiative, a calculated whim of sorts. Both the false Kamukura and himself were mere pawns in a greater scheme carefully designed years before he ever joined Danganronpa. The difference was that Takumi Shin was a far greater asset to their masters than someone with a single Ultimate talent. In the end, he decided to keep his face concealed – the other possesses almost god-like abilities, and even if his identity was irrelevant to the other he shouldn’t underestimate protecting his own secrets.

He moved to the kitchen at the initial request, aware that there would be cold compress bags waiting for them in the fridge, and there was a rather large box on the counter with a note. From the exquisite handwriting, he could easily tell who it was before reading the actual message.

❝ Our mutual benefactor left you a gift. ❞ The man announced in a calm voice. Now he wasn’t in-character as Monokuma, but his own persona. Without wasting time, he brought the container and the compress to the living room close to the former actor, placing it on the coffee table and opening the box: inside there was a rather impressive supply of medical supplies. He had no idea how they would be used but was aware that Shin would make good use of that – from what he could identify, many were military-exclusive or state-of-art equipment that would help to heal the tissue faster. No expenses would be spared, or so it seemed.

After assisting dutifully with the first aid, the mastermind finally inquired.

                  ❛   … what are YOUR TRUE INTENTIONSfor coming inside my room uninvited, monokuma? i don’t have time to hear a monster’s ‘ cries ’ for attention. if you’re actually here to answer my questions, then i suggest you leave for the night.   ❜