Yandere!Kiyotaka x Mondo
"If my thinking so far is right, Mondo must have replaced his broken handbook with Leon's." Makoto explained. "In which case, we can just check each of out handbooks right now. Once we do that, we'll--"
"We don't gotta do that." Mondo interrupted. His gruff voice sounded tired, almost resigned.
Kiyotaka visibly tensed, sweating, his red eyes wide and blown out as they remained locked onto Mondo, watching his every move. The young man's nails dug in the wood of his stand.
"Wh- what?" Kiyotaka breathed, as though his voice was failing him.
"Yeah, yeah," The biker hung his head, nodding. "I did it… I killed Chihiro."
Gasps filled the stands that encircled the center of the room, followed by an uncomfortable, tense silence.
"B- bro?" Kiyotaka gulped. For a split second, his lips quirked into a nervous, unsure smile. "What are you talking about…?"
Mondo looked away, not able to meet his friend's fiery eyes. "I got no choice, man… After hearing all that, I… I give up. Go ahead, Monokuma, get it over with. Ask for the goddamn verdict."
"Roger that!" The bear saluted.
"No!" Taka yelled, visibly lurching forward, leaning forward against his stand. "W- wait! H- hold on!"
"No waiting, no holding on!" Monokuma interjected. "Time for the moment we've all been waiting for! Grab your lever and give it a yank!"
Kiyotaka suddenly locked eyes with Makoto, eyes filled to the brim with pain and desperation. "Makoto! Tell them! You're lying! Mondo is innocent, tell them!"
Makoto shrunk back slightly, surprised at his friend's sudden outburst. "I… I wish I could, b-"
"THEN SAY IT!"
"Taka, bro, stop. There's no point." Mondo resigned. "I'm guilty."
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Taka screamed, physically shaking his stand, almost damaging it. "You could never! Not you! You're not guilty! You couldn't hurt a fly!!"
"I mean… If you think about it," Aoi said softly. "Mondo is the leader of the, y'know, deadliest biker gang in the country… Or something like that? We should have seen it coming, really…"
"Shut up…" Taka growled. "You don't know what you're talking about…"
Mondo's brow furrowed, a pain striking straight through his chest as he watched his friend lose him to his grief and betrayal. "Bro, please… I- I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry."
Taka whirled to face Mondo, tears beginning to brim at his eyes. "Wh- Why are you apologizing?! You've never done anything wrong!" All of The Ultimate Moral Compass' strength seemed to leave him suddenly, and he hunkered down to almost lay against the rail of his stand. "Not you, not you, never you, never, never…"
Monokuma giggled, watching from his chair. "As much as this makes for some good entertainment, we're running a little late, folks! It's voting time!"
"N-no!" Kiyotaka seized up, eyes swirling with pain and alarm.
Mondo hung his head, too pained to even look at his best bro, and selected himself.
One by one, the entire class made their votes. A drumroll rang out from a speaker somewhere, and Monokuma stood at attention.
"Uh-oh... This time it looks like...you got it right again! Yes, it is so. The blackened that killed Chihiro Fujisaki was Mondo Owaaadaaaa!" The bear announced. His expression then turned stern as he turned to face Kiyotaka. "In case you're wondering, the vote was NOT unanimous. Kiyotaka chose the wrooong answer! You're treading very close to the danger zone, Mr. Ishimaru! You need to be more careful!"
"W- why…?" Kiyotaka breathed, his breathing shallow. "Why why why why why why why WHY?!?!"
The entire class, save for Byakuya, awkwardly looked away from The Moral Compass as he broke down. It was far too painful to watch…
"Why…" Kiyotaka's crimson eyes ran over Mondo. "Why would they think you're guilty."
Mondo winced. "I… I'm sorry, Taka."
"Why are you apologizing?! Don't apologize! You didn't do anything wrong!"
Mondo simply turned away, head down as he was led by Monokuma to his fate. Kiyotaka attempted to run after him, but the door was already locked by the time he had reached it. The others watched as Kiyotaka almost ferally clawed at the door, willing to open and let him reunite with his… His Mondo…
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Kiyotaka had resigned himself to clutching at the gates that separated him and his class from the punishment area. He kept his eyes open wide the entire time, locked onto Mondo's circling bike. He didn't even blink when electricity shot through the ring of death, though he could feel his heart drop into his stomach. His eyes seemed to change hue from the multi-colored light emitting from the deadly trap. His cheeks stung from the tears he hadn't realized he'd started crying.
And then it was done. And Mondo was…
Mondo…
He… He was…
It took a few minutes, maybe many, Taka didn't know, for the man to slowly, numbly separate from the gate.
Numb. He couldn't feel… Anything.
Mondo…
A hand found it's way onto Taka's shoulder, causing the uniformed man to seize up, whirling around to face who had touched him-
...Makoto.
Something… Something inside Kiyotaka felt… Weak. Weak and ready to burst, like an old dam, at the sight of Makoto. Because of Makoto.
Because of Makoto… Mondo…
"I'm really sorry, Taka," The brunet said. "I… I wouldn't have guessed it was Mondo, either, but-"
If Makoto hadn't lied, Mondo would still be here. Mondo would never kill anyone.
This was all Makoto's fault.
And something inside Taka snapped.
With a snarl, Kiyotaka lunged forward, wrapping his hands around the other man's neck. His weight caused him to slam the other to floor. Kiyotaka squeezed, finding respite in the way Makoto gurgled out pained cries, the fear in his eyes.
Makoto looked up into Kiyotaka's fiery, blood red eyes, like the gates of hell itself.
Everyone was still for a moment, eyes wide Their Ultimate Moral Compass assaulted their friend.
"My, my," Byakuya chuckled. "This is unprecedented!"
"You motherfucker, you bastard! You killed him, you killed Mondo!" Kiyotaka growled, voice laced with fury. "And I'm gonna kill you!"
Suddenly, the uniformed man was lifted into the arms of Sakura, restraining him. Even still, Kiyotaka raged, flailing and snarling and scratching at air as he struggled in the woman's grip.
"The dude's completely lost it…" Yasuhiro said.
"I'll take him to his dorm." Sakura stated. "He just needs time to calm down, I'm sure."
Kiyotaka screams of rage could still be heard, even as he and Sakura disappeared from the room.
Kyoko rushed over to Makoto, helping him to his feet. The man rubbed at his sore throat, still feeling the phantom touch of Taka's hands wrapped around it.
Monokuma reappeared suddenly at Makoto's side. "Ha! Didn't know the kid had it in 'im! He voted for YOU, y'know! Oh, and if Makoto winds up next on the chopping block, at least you'll have a good idea who did it!... Either that, or whoever did it will be framing Kiyotaka hardcore!"
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