Professionally Underrated

Apologies for my inactivity. I’ve truthfully not had much motivation to write. Here’s a preview of something I’m working on:

The plan was going perfectly. Here she was, stood with one of her boots on Monokuma’s stomach, reading her lines and playing the part as best she could. This was a mere argument that would lead to a trapdoor opening beneath her. She’d help her sister from behind the scenes there. Instead, she was betrayed. Several spears flew at her and impaled her thin body in a matter of seconds.

“This wasn’t… supposed to…” everything hurt. Mukuro’s body had never known such pain before, or such betrayal. She should’ve known her sister would do something like this. She craved despair, the same despair that was coursing though her veins at this very second. “Why… me?” She asked, her eyes filling with tears. Suddenly, as quickly as the spears flew into her body, they were yanked out and she was left to fall.

I’ve been so busy recently that I haven’t had the time or motivation to write any Danganronpa drabbles in forever. I have, however, been working on a Yandere Naekusaba fan fiction on my AO3 account. Please check it out. I’ll try and write some more drabbles once everything is calmer and I feel some more motivation.

Someone: *Mentions Mukuro’s death*

Ship: Aoi Asahina x Mukuro Ikusaba

The park was quiet, serene. Only one person could be seen sitting on a swing and pushing herself a little. She seemed lost, alone. The gentle rocking of the swing was calming, but her mind wouldn’t quieten for even a second. So many worries and concerns plagued the mind of the young soldier. She was eventually snapped out of it by a voice and someone snapping their fingers in her face.

“Mukuro? Are you okay?” Mukuro looked up to see her classmate Hina. They weren’t really friends up until this point, and barely knew each other. “You look super sad.” She sat down on the swing next to Mukuro’s, rocking herself back and forth in pace with Mukuro.

“I’m fine-“ she started to tell Hina that she was fine and didn’t need to talk, but the brunette swimmer wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope! You’re not fine, anyone can see that. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you. I won’t tell a soul, I promise.” Hina said insistently to her, turning to face her directly. Mukuro sighed and brought her swing to a sudden stop, holding the chains of the swing tightly in her grip as she told Hina.

“There’s this feeling inside. I don’t understand, but it’s like a weight pulling me down. I feel like I’m drowning. I feel so alone… and lost in the world. Hina, I…” she looked down, not even noticing the developing tremble in her arms. Hina was stunned. She’d rarely seen Mukuro on her own. She was always right at Junko’s side.

“Mukuro… are you lonely?” Hina asked softly, shuffling closer. Mukuro was normally so stoic and composed, far from the emotional way she was acting and feeling now. She turned her head away, getting embarrassed for just letting her troubles out like that. She likes to keep them in to feel the despair of her worries and in turn please Junko.

“Lonely… Mhm… I suppose…” Mukuro shrugged. She still didn’t know. That seemed to be a fitting term for how she was feeling. Hina wasted not time getting up and hugging Mukuro. She froze at first, but quickly melted into Hina’s comforting embrace. It had been far too long since she’d experienced a kind hug.

“You don’t need to feel lonely Mukuro.” Hina insisted, smiling and continuing to hug her. Her eyes met Mukuro’s as she continued to talk. “I’m here for you. If you ever want to talk, or just want some company, I’m right here for you.” She insisted, giving Mukuro a quick kiss on the tip of her nose before letting go and sitting back on her swing. Mukuro turned to look at her, managing to smile. It wasn’t much, but for her it was the most thankful and happy smile she could produce. Hina stood up and extended her hand to Mukuro, noticing her instant move increase. “Now, let’s go get some donuts. There’s a bakery around here that makes really tasty donuts. I’ll treat us to some!”

Ship: Byakuya Togami x Celestia Ludenberg

“Byakuya, darling, I do not understand why you need to surprise me in such a way.” Celestia insisted, following Byakuya’s lead. He’d invited her to his house, blindfolding her before taking her somewhere unknown to her. He wouldn’t tell her where.

“You will see, and I guarantee you will be surprised.” He insisted, leading her to the surprise location. She followed, resisting the urge to peek. Eventually he stopped, and she nearly tripped into him. He couldn’t mask his laugh, no matter how hard he tried. She pouted and pulled off the blindfold, being careful of her twin drills. What she was met with stunned her into silence. A castle, just like from her dreams. The sign on the front read ‘Castle Ludenberg’. “I know you always wanted a castle, what better way to surprise the most tolerable person I know?” He asked with a small sparkle in his eyes. She squealed like an excited child and hugged him tightly, smothering his face in kisses. He was certainly taken aback, but didn’t have it in his heart to push her off him.

“Ahem.” She suddenly seemed to snap out of it. She let him go and neatened her skirt before continuing. “I accept this gift. Thank you very much Byakuya.” She said to him with a delicate smile. He nodded and extended his hand to her in the style of a true gentleman.

Ship: Rantaro Amami x Mukuro Ikusaba

It had been long… so long since someone had touched her. She was craving a gentle touch. Fingers running through her hair, soft hugs that gently consumed her, fingers laced together and never letting go. But more than anything, she missed his touch.

Rantaro had been beside her, looking at her. Something was bothering her, that was clear. She was keeping to herself more than usual, trying to shut off her troubles. He shuffled closer to where she was sitting, with her knees drawn to her chest, head rested on her lap and eyes half closed. He brushed her hair from her face, causing her eyes to open wide and look up at him. He gently pulled her on to his lap, his arms wrapping around her body and holding her close.