Heiress of Despair.

He sounded like he was considering chugging it right now.

“Monaka’s gonna pour it down your pants.” She said, snickering just as she spoke.

As the topic of despair was soon brought up, the young girl pulled out a game system from her pocket-- averting her gaze away from the the other.

“Monaka only offered it to burn your dumb mouth. If you want though.. Monaka can still give it to you. She’ll just pour it down your pants.”

“Hmm…”

       In the end, Monaka still won. Despair slipped over Jataro as anger bubbled up through his small body, wracking his tiny frame. 

       “Monaka! Monaka–” Tears rolled down his cheeks, now free of their mask. Part of him wished Monaka would just come back, since his time working on their paradise was the only time he’d ever felt complete, and the real despair-inducing fact was that it had all been a lie. The happiest he’d ever been, and it was worthless. 

And in truth, he deserved to be angry at her-- at what the Warriors of Hope went through. However, to the self-proclaimed ‘second’ Enoshima Junko... his anger was something she could care less about. It was their decision to follow her after all. Their loss.. their fall from grace.. ultimately, it was their own faults.

She looked away in a disinterested manner. He was crying... jeez, what a baby.

        What was this feeling–? Monaka had used him and his friends. Monaka had taken their hopes and dreams and twisted them upside down and sideways, whispered cruel lies, and watched as they were nearly murdered. And she never once cared. Yes, poor Jataro indeed. 

       What was this feeling, with his stomach churning and his fists balling up and his chest feeling like it might explode out of anger? Hatred. Jataro hated Monaka the way he once hated adults. A twist of fate. 

Sure, she wasn’t aiming at despair anymore... but if there was an opportunity to cause some.. she certainly wouldn’t waste it.

     “I’ve been on the run for weeks. I’ve nearly died like 3 times. Us Warriors have no allies but each other, after you lied to us and the truth came out. You were our princess. We did everything for you, and you just–! Monaka!

She shuffled through her pockets, tossing him a bag of konpeito. Frankly, she could care less about the warriors’ unfortunate happenings-- but if he wanted some kind of pity she’d give it to him. Sort of.

{{She wasn’t wrong.

{{He was incredibly flustered at any display of any intimate action from anyone, let alone Enoshima–who often went above and beyond “intimate”, whatever could describe that level of….invasiveness. Just thinking about it made Ishimaru start to turn a light shade of pink. Perhaps mentioning it backfired a tiny bit, but bigger mistakes had been made before.

Anyway! As I mentioned, the details do not concern you! I am sure if you want to know more you could always “channel Junko” and ask her yourself–assuming such ridiculous superstitious rituals would work in the first place.

{{And this wasn’t the first time he had been told he talked a lot, either.

Public speaking–and speeches in general–are an important part of the duty of the Prime Minister. It does not surprise me that a mere child does not have the appreciation for such an important facet.

If Monaka could channel Junko-nee, she would. But Monaka can’t right now. So the best Monaka could do is hold Junko-nee’s place until she can.

[The young girl rolled her chair closer to the other, leaning in just a bit close.]

Hm.. I think.. Monaka know just what that special action was. It was your eye right? The special thing you two had-- it was obviously your eye!

[Of course it wasn’t. But she’d be willing to play naive if it meant straying away from that topic.]

Did you love Junko-nee even after she got rid of it for you?

[And once again, she ignored his final words. The girl didn’t care much about a lesson of public speaking after all. She just wanted to insult him-- but it seems he hadn’t processed that properly.]