“.That's it.you won't be breakin' my heart when you're dead.” You really felt like.you'd be seeing Chihiro again soon. Even when you're both dead you're still giving me SHIT to deal with!” “Shame I gotta waste my time disguisin' two bodies in here now. “Say thanks to that bitch Sayaka for me too, I used her handbook to get in here. You really felt like you were going to die. “You wanna fuckin' PUSH IT with me!? Then you can join him, or her, or whatever! You can join ALL of 'em!” His nails pressed into your skin hard enough that it could have broken, and you really felt like he was going to snap your head off. Mondo remained frozen for just a second, and then suddenly his own hands were around your neck, thrusting you back with a hard bang against the locker you had already been using as sanctuary, and you cried out weakly as his grip only tightened and tightened more and more. You simply let your hand fly up and smack against his cheek as hard as possible. He, or really she, had seemed like she wanted to have some kind of strength.īut when it came to physical strength.Mondo still won.Īnd he had won. Chihiro had confided in you about that when Monokuma brought up the new incentive with your deepest secrets. Idiot, guess he thought I might be able to help him.” I thought maybe you only liked gals but I guess this makes sense too. “Yeah that's right, he told me all about his secret. Mondo must have noticed that beyond the shock you were already showing in your speechless way, and he nodded. You almost couldn't register the fact that he was admitting to murder, yet you picked up on that slip immediately. I beat him over the head nice and good, heh.” “Still playin' dumb with me?” Mondo broke out into a sickening smirk, one that seemed too shaky to be very confident. “BULLSHIT! How long have you known about it, huh? Didja come here to stop me or something?” Mondo leaned in further and growled at you, “Well too late pipsqueak because he's already fuckin' dead.” They only slammed against the locker either side of you, making it shake. Suddenly both hands came flying for you and you squealed. You just happen to be here at this time by chance? When I was planning that shit for weeks and you never once showed up before? Bullshit.” One hand unfurled just so he could rub it against his brow, tilting his head to the side and cracking one eye just a little further open than the other. “.H.hear it? Hear what Oowada?” you questioned with eyes as wide as ever. His head turned down a little, casting those eyes even deeper into darkness and making them glow. “.Chihiro? That was the first name that ya thought of, eh? Funny.” You watched with increasing tension as his hands balled up into fists by his sides. Even his visible twitching was disturbingly violent. “Recently I.I spend most of the daytime with Chihiro so-” What the hell was going on!? Why had he suddenly come into the girls' changing room, and why was he asking you these questions? Still, despite how lost and nervous you felt, you still looked back at him and answered: “W-well I.” you looked aside quickly reaching up to clutch your arm. “Since when you start comin' here so late?”īaffled, you could only stutter out an answer: “Th-that's.I'm usually too busy during the day-” Teeth grit, he stepped even closer to you, his shoes almost touching your bare feet. Either way, it had startled you, but now that fear was stemming from confusion more than anything else. To say nothing of how he managed to get in here in the first place. At first his sudden barging in here when it was already pretty late and he was hardly welcome had seemed odd. “O-Oowada, what are you.what are you doing in here?” you shied away from him instinctively, pressing your back even tighter to the metal behind it. That was the perfect word to describe it. It was a kind of look you had never seen him show before, not even when he'd been on one of his manly rants. His piercing eyes glared down at you from a shadowed gaze, not just due to the one his hair cast either. Not the kind of giant you'd expect to be hanging around in the girls' changing room, but yet here he was, towering over you, cornering you against the place where you had been hoping to retrieve your belongings and get out of here, just so you could go take a well needed rest. Mondo Oowada, the biker thug with a rough attitude. But it would usually be because of something petty (like one of his numerous bro feuds with Ishimaru), and he'd usually only be letting himself get infuriated for the sake of bravado. He was usually angry for some reason or another, granted. The locker door felt like ice against your back.
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