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Junko was like any other girl. She was quiet, kind, sometimes a little bossy. Mukuro didn't care about that, though. She was just happy to have a sister.
Junko usually hated her.
Junko was the leader. She wanted to be in charge, she wanted to be the person who lead everything in their little endeavors. It was something she took pride in.
Junko smiled. This was her chance, she could prove everyone wrong and be the person everyone wanted her to be. And she could lead.
Her family was falling part. She wouldn't admit it, but it was mostly her fault.
Mukuro was the nice one, the one who kept both of them in line. They may have been third graders, but god, did Junko need that push. She was a mess from the moment she was born.
Sure, shit was messed up, but Junko still thought everything was fine. That was Mukuro's goal, right? Mukuro just wanted everything to seem normal, right?
If Junko was to be completely honest with herself, nothing was normal. Her dad was going around fucking other women, and her mom was on the verge of an overdose. Yeah, sure, the world was telling her that everything was going to be okay, but it fucking wasn't. She wasn't going to wake up tomorrow and have her parents be happily married, and she definitely wasn't going to wake up tomorrow to a happy-looking Mukuro. Because Mukuro hadn't been even vaguely happy-looking in years, and her dad hadn't even touched her mom in over four years.
Who knew that hot genes made your parents fucking hate each other?
Junko let out a long sigh before setting her hands back in her lap. This was normal for her.
She missed Mukuro—sort of—in her own, twisted, way. And she missed her old classmates, even if she'd been the one to kill them.
Technically, she thought to herself, it's not my fault. I mean, how was she to know that all the therapists in Japan would be killed off. That's called the "domino effect," and it wasn't something she necessarily did. She just fucked around with people's mentalities, how was she know they would go around killing each other?
Oh wait, she did know that would happen. She knew all of this would happen. Shit.
So maybe she did do all of that, and maybe she was sitting here all alone in her control room wondering whether she keep doing that. Maybe she shouldn't, but maybe she should?
Things were starting to get blurry. Y'know, being a mastermind behind a school killing game isn't easy, oh, and now the whole world loved her in their own fucked-up twisted way.
Yeah, that was her fault. But what the fuck was she supposed to do?
What the fuck was she supposed to do?
She probably should have started with not killing her sister. And maybe taken away the part where she locked her whole class inside of Hope's Peak in hopes that they would all kill each other. That was the right thing to do, right...?
Maybe she should've started by talking to someone.
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