13 - Kokuyou Novel

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all notes taken from shiroro's translations!

That place was a war zone.

Of course, a normal junior high student who lived in Japan currently would not know of a true war zone. However, there was no other word he knew to describe what was going on before his eyes.

So first, Ken and Chikusa and Lancia (posing as "Rokudou Mukuro") go into Kokuyou and bust some heads. Notably Chikusa is A COOL SILENT MACHINE OF DEATH!! And Ken has a silly voice. And Lancia HAS DIGNITY!!!! BUT HAS KNOWN VIOLENCE AND BLOOODD AND PAAAINN. Masato Hitsuji, president of the student council of Kokuyou Junior High is like noes violence is bad stop it rokudou mukuro! And that's the prologue.

There's a term called the broken window glass theory.

When a single broken window glass is left alone, it is said to invite further problems and in conclusion, it'll lead to severe damages in people's living environment.

Though, when you turn that theory around, you can also say, by taking care of the smallest crimes, it is possible to prevent the creation of larger crimes.

Hitsuji Masato won't forget the way he was greatly impressed when he learned about that theory.

That is why he was able to continue until today without giving up.

The job as the president of the student council of Kokuyou Junior High.

"Pant pant. . . I'm sorry, president. My homeroom extended pretty long. . ."

"It's fine, Kabane-kun. I just came right now too."

Masato welcomed the vice president, Kabane who entered the student council room with a warm smile.

"But, just because you're in a hurry, it's not good to be running down the hall. We are the ones who should be cautioning others about small rules broken like that."

"Oh! I-- I'm sorry. . ."

"Also, your hair. It's like your bed head."

"This isn't my bed head, it's my hair style. . . wait, that has nothing to do about breaking rules!"

"Hahaha. . . sorry sorry."

Masato laughed at Kabane pouting his lips.

MASATO IS A GOOD PERSON! HE BELIEVES IN GOOD THINGS! KABANE IS A TOOL! Their interactions go like this usually: MASATO DOES SOMETHING GOOD. KABANE IS AWED AND SLIGHTLY UKE ABOUT IT! KABANE THINKS PRESIDENT IS SO STRONG AND BRAVE AND MANLY! MASATO IS LIKE KYA MY KOUHAI THINKS I'M STRONG AND MANLY! Like when they CLEAN GRAFFITI OFF OF THE SCHOOL WALL TOGETHER!!! LET'S BE PEACE CHUMS!!!!!!!!!!

"The way Ta-kun wore the Kokuyou uniform was so cool. Unlike how it is now, Kokuyou was totally different back then and it was a normal school. Everyone who was around Ta-kun looked like such nice people. I can enter that wonderful world one day and I can be a cool junior high student. . .so, I thought."

"President. . ."

Kabane looked at Masato sympathetically.

The current Kokuyou was far from the ideal world he speaks of. How devasted could've Masato been when he entered Kokuyou junior high with passion?

"Let's work hard, president!"

Unexpectedly, Kabane shouted as he scrubbed against the graffiti.

"Kabane-kun. . .?"

"I understand how you feel a lot, president! Since I. . ."

His cheeks flushed as if he were embarrassed.

"I. . . admire you."

LIKE SO! Unfortunately now Kokuyou is full of delinquents and shit. And then there's some punk named Yaginuma who is all about solving the invasion of Kokuyou (Mukuro, Ken, Chikusa) with violence and Masato is all oh noes peace is better. To which Yaginuma says "Shut up. If you continue to babble of nonsense like that, I'll seriously kill you." but Masato is still set on peace!!!

"Kabane-kun, you really should go home. If something happens to you. . . "

"I won't go home!"

Despite his body trembling, Kabane spoke clearly.

"President, you're hurt and if something like before happens. . . I just can't stay still!"

"Kabane-kun. . ."

His kindness made him happy. Though, Masato knew how dangerous this place was. People who can commit bad doings in a public place such as school can lose control at a place where they are less monitored.

Kabane continues to try to suck face suck up to Masato. And Masato continues to feel warm kouhai feelings!

Masato fell to his knees before Mukuro.

Placing his hands flat, he bowed to the ground.

"Please stop something like this. . ."

"Why would you do such things like this for others?"

"They aren't just other people. They're friends from the same school. That's why. . ."

"Do you really think so?"

"!"

"If you really think that way, why can't you fight to protect your friends?"

Mukuro's quiet words thrashed about inside Masato with impact.

"Gah!"

To the scream he heard right behind him, Masato instantly turned around.

"Yaginuma!"

Yaginuma with blood covering his head was lying on the concrete. Glaring down at his head with cold eyes was the boy with glasses, Kakimoto Chikusa.

"U. . . ugh. . . please. . . stop. . . "

Yaginuma, the leader of the punks and formally a skilled fighter of the karate dojo that Masato used to attend. As if everything about that was a lie, he was shedding tears and begging for mercy.

". . . "

Masato's pulse grew faster.

The guys that were unable to control with words. . . but, with violence they were easily at mercy--

"What will you do?"

"!"

Kakimoto asked as Masato's expression stiffened.

"I want to finish this quickly. If you aren't willing to do this, just go home."

Masato's words were stuck. All the punks were all silenced at this point. That didn't mean, no, that was more of a reason to not let Mukuro and the others just go.

"Hey~ look at this Kaki-P."

A laid back and happy voice echoed.

"Ah!"

Masato rose to his feet while voicing his shock.

The boy with his tongue hanging. . . Jyoushima Ken had Kabane tied up.

"Kabane-kun, why!"

"I- I'm sorry. . . but, I was just so worried. . ."

"He was hiding by the pillar over there. Heh heh what should I do to him~"

Seeing Kabane trembling in his arms, Jyoushima licked his lips like a cat torturing a mouse.

"Stop! Please let him go! He doesn't have anything to do with this!"

"I don't want to. Why do I have to listen to you? The only one who can command me is. . ."

Jyoushima's eyes then lit with a hint of seriousness unexpectedly.

"Only Mukuro-san."

"!"

Struck with his spirit, Masato backed away.

Despite his silly appearance, he emitted the same beastly scent like Mukuro that was thirsty for blood. It was an unhumanly aura that only those who've gone through numerous deathly battles emits.

Masato was completely cornered.

There wasn't a fragment of chance for Mukuro and his minions to listen to him. For them most likely, Masato wasn't even worth talking to.

"I. . . "

What was he to do--

What could he do to stop the worst from happening--

"I. . . I. . . "

"Hey, Kaki-P~ Is it okay for me to have him?"

"Don't ask me. Do as you like, Ken."

"Wha. . .!"

Jyoushima opened his mouth. His large fangs like the ones of an animal appeared which were aiming Kabane.

"Thanks for the food~!"

Kabane's fear struck face looked towards Masato.

His eyes that were begging for help shook Masato's emotions strongly.

And--

"Stop ittt!!!"

Masato was running.

Before he can think, his body was moving.

"Wha?"

Jyoushima turned to Masato with a confused expression.

Masato charged straight towards him and the moment he approached him, he quickly stopped.

"Huff!"

With a short breath, Masato drew his right fist back, low behind his waist.

A proper straight is done with a strike coming from the twist of the waist.

Karate; he was forced to learn from his father and one of the reasons why Masato hated violence. . . however, his body still remembered the teachings.

"Haaaaaaaah!"

BAM!

"Kyan!"

A sharp punch struck Jyoushima's face. The hand that held Kabane was released as he fell over backwards.

"Pant. . . pant. . ."

With rough breaths, Masato stood there.

Before his eyes was Jyoushima who cringed in pain.

". . ."

Yes--

A man that even Yaginuma and the others couldn't defeat--
With my. . . own fist--

"President. . ."

"!"

There was Masato's face that looked as if he just woke up from a dream.

BUT SOMETIMES ONLY VIOLENCE CAN SAVE YOUR UKE KOUHAI FROM TERRIBLE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To which Kabane is like KYA UR SO MANLY U SAVED ME and Masato is like D| O GAWD VIOLENCE HOW COULD I HAVE DONE THAT.

"Gahh! I'm pissed. I'm so pissed! I can't stop anymore! Blood fest, blood fest!"

"Are you going to go against Mukuro-sama?"

That one phrase stopped Jyoushima's excitement.

"N-no. . . There's no way I would go against him. More like, I don't get it! Why does he bother doing something this bothersome!"

"Since it's fun."

"!"

To to cool voice that rung unexpectedly, both Jyoushima and Kakimoto rose instantly.

"I would like to enjoy this world a bit. Since we were able to go out for once."

". . ."

The expressions on the two clouded.

It was only a few days wgo when they escaped from the prison in Italy. Even if they fled to Japan, there was no guarantee for them to continue hiding from the pursuers.

They didn't mind about themselves.

As long as this one person--

"Do not worry, you two. I am continuing to advance our true motives as well."

"But. . ."

"The first gate has opened. It's from here. I would like to see more."

"You would like to see?"

"Yes. . ."

The character of "six" on his right eye glowed mysteriously.

"See. . . people."

INTERLUDE. Lol you know you have terrible derailment problems when even your bitches are like um why are we doing this OH WELL \:D/

Masato and Kabane continue to hang out!1 Then Yaginuma confronts Masato about his choices, blah blah.

Masato began to tremble as he fell to his knees.

That was fear. But, it wasn't because of Mukuro or Yaginuma.

The fear of his dream along with himself being denied.

In addition to that, the fear of awakening the "beast" within him due to that.

"Do as you like. Just be the only good boy forever. Until no one cares about you anymore!"

Yaginuma's jeering continued without mercy.

"You were different before. You were equal with me in karate and you stood above everyone else. Now what's up with this now? You're a worm. No, even worse than that. . ."

"STOP!"

A painful cry ripped apart the air.

"Don't look down on me. . . don't. . . look at me with those eyes. . . "

Masato wobbled as he rose.

He-- couldn't stop anymore.

Shaking his body up with violent emotions pouring, Masato glared at Yaginuma.

"I don't want to be mentioned by you! Someone like you, who was bawling like a kid after being beat up by one of Mukuro's minions!"

"! You!"

Yaginuma was enraged at that moment.

He threw a punch towards Masato with his bandaged hand.

"Waaaaahhhh!!!"

It was instantaneous.

Masato's left arm dodged Yaginuma's fist and a right hook was thrown directly instinctively.

Whack!

He got him.

Straight into Yaginuma's face.

"Uwoooooooh!"

Sitting astride Yaginuma who collapsed on the ground with his back to the ground, Masato continued to punch his face.

"Wahhh! WAHHH!!!"

Again and again--

With loud cries, tears flowed from his eyes--

Again and again--

Masato. . . continued to punch him.

Thump thump thump. . .

In the deserted area, the sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase that lead to the roof.

Witnessing the atrocious event that continued on the roof, there was an expression of pain engraved deep in the man's face. As if he were trying to hide that, he wore his school cap low over his eyes.

"Isn't this a rare sight. You coming to school."

"!"

To the voice that rung unexpectedly behind him, he gasped as he turned around.

"Since when. . ."

"I noticed you were there. But, it's not good to be peeking like that."

"Ugh. . ."

Clenching his teeth with frustration, he glared towards the boy who had a light smile.

"You. What do you plan to do in this school?"

"What will I do? A student is supposed to go to school. I'm a star student. I've never been absent since I've enrolled into school."

"Quit joking! What are you thinking to be doing such deeds like that. . ."

"Why are you so mad?"

Quiet words. Though, they accurately clawed at his heart.

"Do you see yourself against that boy? Is that why you came here to see what happened?"

". . ."

"That's right, isn't it. . . senpai."

"!"

Senpai-- that word was whispered sweetly yet, bitterly by his ear like a devil.

"Ugh. . . ughhh. . . "

"Oh, please don't suffer. I didn't mean it like that. But, please don't interrupt my game. Well, not like you can."

To the gentle faced boy, a dark shadow was caste for a moment.

"You are my slave, Lancia."

The boy's voice held warmth, yet at the same time it held an unknown darkness which, shuddered in his ears.

In which Lancia feels bad and Mukuro feels lol.

To which Masato has TURNED KOKUYOU JUNIOR HIGH AROUND! HE'S MADE IMPROVEMENTS! OTHER STUDENTS ARE GATHERING TRASH WITH HIM! HE IS FILLED WITH GLORY AND HOPE!!!!!! A teacher was even like wow you are doing such a good job some other places might recruit you :O! Masato is filled with purpose and hope for the future \o/! He has chased out Mukuro and his gang! He is victorious!

"Is it true that. . . you're using violence?"

Masato's expression changed.

He continued to smile. Though, there was a change in aura that was clearly different from before.

". . . P-president?"

"Where did you hear that? A story like that?"

"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have paid attention to a rumor like that! Even if my best friend Kashima-kun said it. . ."

"Oh, it's Kashima-kun. . ."

"!"

Kabane gasped as he turned to Masato.

"Ah, m-my mouth slipped. . . I mean, it's not like that! It's not like I heard the rumor from Kashima-kun or anything. . ."

At Kabane who was stuttering with excuses, Masato smiled.

"Sorry. I have some business to deal with."

"Eh. . ."

"See you, Kabane-kun. I'll talk to you again. . ."

"P-president!"

Kabane quickly stopped Masato with a shout.

"Is it true! Are you really. . ."

". . ."

Masato remained mute.

Without a word-- he locked the doors.

"!"

Kabane's face instantly turned pale,

"W-why. . . are you locking. . . "

"I don't want to be interrupted."

Masato inched closer to Kabane with a smile.

"Uh. . . "

Kabane stepped back shuddering.

Though, Masato's footsteps did not stop and he continued to advance until he pressed Kabane against the wall.

"P-pre. . . president. . ."

"Am I wrong?"

"Eh. . .?"

"It was only a few weeks. Only a few weeks and. . . I was able to change the school that I couldn't change for months."

Masato questioned him looking utterly lost.

"Am I really wrong?"

Kabane was only able to shiver with frightened eyes.

Watching him made Masato's inner "beast" thrash about even more without control.

"I think it's all thanks to you. Remeber the time with Rokudou Mukuro? The time when I punched my opponent to save you. . . How do you say it? I felt strength building within me. They say the pen is stronger than a sword. Maybe once in decades that may be true, but currently at this time, the one to become my strength is the sword."

"Then. . . then is it really true! You are making the delinquents listen to you by force?!"

"It's true."

"!"

Kabane's eyes shook with impact.

"No. . ."

"It was easy once I tried it. Basically, they just follow those who are stronger than them. Then to do what is right, I just had to stand above them. As you can see, everyone started to listen to me. Then the school became a peaceful place."

"I can't believe it. . ."

"What?"

"Everything! You said you hated violence that much! You said that it was wrong to go against violence with violence! This isn't the president that I idolized! The person I idolized was. . ."

Smack!!

". . . ?!"

It was an unexpected shot.

"Ah. . ."

Kabane fearfully placed his hand over his redened cheek. In those eyes then filled with tears.

Seeing that, Masato lightly smiled.

"Can you stop? Talking about the past."

"Ah. . . ugh. . ."

"And I want you to promise me. You won't tell anyone about this."

"Uh. . ."

"You can do it, right? You kept it our little secret before."

"Uh. . . uh. . ."

"Can you say it? Promise with me that you will keep this as our secret!"

Smack!

"Come on, quickly say it!"

Whack!

"What's wrong? Say it! If you don't say it, I won't stop! Come on!"

Thwack! Bam!

From slaps, it turned to punches--

With eyes fired up he. . . continued to punch.

And then Masato abused his uke kouhai :'(

Masato entered the gates of Kokuyou junior high refreshed even today.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, president!"

To the under classmen who greeted him, Masato responded with a wave.

The eyes of admiration felt good.

In their eyes, Masato must appear like a messiah who recreated the school to its rightful form.

That feeling warmed Masato's heart as a sense of utter satisfaction.

His dream of turning the school back to a wonderful place like it used to be came true.

Also, the nomination for his next school has been finalized as well.

There was no other word to describe the moment aside from, the best.

Except lol Mukuro and his friends are back :) And Masato at first is like I CAN USE THIS. I CAN REMAKE MY VICTORY. When he's questioned about it by Yaginuma (who he previously BEAT INTO SUBMISSION!!) he backhands him.

(Rokudou Mukuro. . . you came back at such a nice timing.)

Masato had an idea.

The photos that showed the moments of violence.

He'll make it all Mukuro's fault.

It'll all be fine if he tells Yaginuma to spread that to everyone. From now on, he'll also make Mukuro listen to him with force.

(I won't let anyone ruin my ideal school. . . For that, I'll make you the sacrifice, Rokudou.)

There was not a single shard of guilt within his heart anymore.

He was simply controlled by his own desires for his own utopia.

"Rokudou Mukuro. . ."

Masato opened the door to the top floor as his eyes glinted when spotting his target.

Just like the first time he met him, Mukuro sat in the back of the room and stared at Masato without a word.

The pressure emitting from him like a historical warrior was the same as before.

However, for Masato who awakened with power, something like that was nothing to him now.

Masato quickly glanced around.

Jyoushim and Kakimoto was no where to be seen. Were they out somewhere? Whatever it may be, it was a perfect situation and the best opportunity with Mukuro being alone.

"Long time no see, Rokudou."

Masato spoke in a familiar tone.

Mukuro did not respond. Though, Masato did not mind and continued to speak.

"After I met you, my world changed 180 degrees. You guys made me realize. With small efforts and words, nothing will change. What you need is an overwhelming power. Just that can change the world."

With supremacy merged into his words, Masato stepped towards Mukuro.

"I. . ."

He clenched his hand with force. With a look of content, Masato drew his fist behind his waist.

"Believe in violence."

It was released.

A straight punch without mercy; heading straight towards Mukuro's face who was sitting.


Baaaaaaaam!


An explosive sound that echoed throughout the large room.

Though--

"!"

It was stopped.

So simply, by Mukuro, who remained seated.

". . . Ugh!"

Agitated, Masato's face cringed in pain.

Mukuro's hand that grabbed the punch began to apply force.

"L-let go! Let goooo!!"

His left leg swung up as it aimed towards Mukuro's face. Though, with bad posture, it was clearly impossible to properly kick, thus Masato completely lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Ugh. . . !"

The pain of his back hitting against the floor ran through him.

Then--

"!"

Mukuro rose.

A counterattack would come! Masato quickly guarded his head with both of his arms.

Though, Mukuro did not try to attack Masato.

He simply gazed down at Masato with saddened eyes.

"Why. . . "

". . . eh?"

"Why. . . did you fall this low?"

To the words full of emotion, Masato lost his words.

"Why did you. . ."

"Since that's what humans are."

To the voice that cut him off unexpectedly, Mukuro turned.

Masato turned his attention towards the direction Mukuro was facing.

"Kabane!"

THe one who stood by the entrance was a familiar face.

And around him was Yaginuma and the others unconscious. Without a look of pain, they were there as if they were sleeping.

"W-what happened, Kabane! What happend to Yaginuma and the others. . ."

"It was an instant, wasn't it? For him to fall."

Ignoring Masato, Kabane spoke to Mukuro who looked distressed.

"There is no way for a person's world to change that easily. But, he drowned instantly. He believed that he was able to change the school with his power. Even if that world, that time. . . was an illusion created by me."

"!"

An illusion--

Kabane's words shook Masato roughly.

What was Kabane saying?

What exactly was. . . an illusion--

"It was everything like you planned."

Mukuro spit his words out with frustration.

Kabane responded with a smile.

"I just opened the gates and directed him down the path. The one who chose to go that way without questioning was himself. It was his will to drown himself in blood and violence. If he wanted to stop, he could've stopped. However, he continued to go. . ."

His eyes filled with joy were turned to Masato who was shivering from astonishment.

"To a point where he didn't feel anything after punching his precious under classmen."

Those words quietly, but surely consumed Masato's body entirely.

(Kaba. . . ne. . .?)

Why would he say such things?

Everything was all Kabane's plans? It can't be!

The weak willed Kabane would never draw someone he admires into a trap.

From long before, Kabane was always--

Long before--

(. . . long before?)

A frigid sweat trickled down inside of Masato.

Since when. . . was Kabane by his side?

He can't remember. He can't remember a thing.

The time he suffered, the time he wanted an ally, he couldn't remember anything about Kabane who was beside him during those times--


"!"

-- Hey, Hitsuji, You're doing this again, by yourself?
-- What are you mumbling by yourself. Huh?
-- When you did everything all by yourself, did anyone follow you? Were you able to change anything?!


"A. . . lone. . .?"

Alone--

Yes. . . he was alone.

That was when he slipped right into Masato who was trembling with loneliness.

Everytime Masato looked at his eyes, he could forget about all the pains and was at ease.

And his eyes -- was what released Masato's inner desires.

"Kabane . . . who. . . are you. . ."

"Your desired ally. And what you've killed. . . the "corpse" of your dream."

"!"

Masato eyed Kabane's face straight forward.

In his right eye-- there was a character of "six" emerging.

"Six. . ."

Muttering, Masato's face turned pale like a ghost.


"Rokudou. . . Mukuro."

Masato did not know why he said that himself.

Though, Kabane gave a nod.

"Yes. My name is Rokudou Mukuro. No one by the name of Kabane exists. You just imagined having an ally like that."

"No way. . . since Rokudou Mukuro is right there. . ."

Mukuro. . . no, the man who Masato thought to be Mukuro turned his gaze away.

That was enough proof saying he was not Mukuro.

"No way. . . no way. . ."

Despair on confusion thrashed about within Masato.

The Mukuro everyone thought was Mukuro was actually not Mukuro and the real Mukuro was beside him with a mask called Kabane on and pretended to be his ally.

For the entire time, he was observing Masato fall--

"!"

Masato quickly checked his cellphone and his eyes widened at the further truth.

The date shown there was only three days since the battle with Mukuro and Yaginuma.

In Masato's mind, a few weeks has passed.

"A dream. . . was everything a dream. . . even how the school became how I wanted to. . ."

"There's one thing that isn't a dream."

"Eh!"

Masato raised his head trying to grasp onto any little hope he can find--

"The reality of how you drowned in violence."

Stating bitterly, he placed his right hand before him.

"Alright, I will snap my fingers now. Then what will happen? The illusion of them being 'obedient to you' will disappear. The only memory that will remain will be the memories of them receiving violence from you."

"W. . . what. . ."

Masato's body shuddered.

Yaginuma and the others were under a hypnosis too? They weren't actually fearing his strength and following him?!

"When they awaken from their dream. . . what will they do to you?"

"S-stop. . . don't do it. . . "

"What are you fearing? You believe in violence, right? Then there should be no problem after I awaken them from their dream. Well, let's do it."

"N-no. . . I. .. I. . ."

"Three. . . "

"P-please. . . not anymore. . ."

"Two. . ."

"I beg of you. . . pleaseeeee. . . "

"One. . ."

"Stoooooooooooooooop!"

"Zero."


The sound of his fingers snapping echoed.

And-- the time of hell began.


"Yo~ are you finished, Mukuro-san?"

To Jyoushima and Kakimoto who entered the room, Kabane-- the true Rokudou Mukuro turned with a smile.

"Yes, just now. You should've watched here with me too."

"I wanted to do that too, but Kaki-P stopped me."

"If you're there, you're most likely to do something unneeded, Ken."

"Eeee!! You're saying things like that again? I'm pissed, you no-no glasses!"

". . . will you stop calling me that?"

"Come now, you two."

Mukuro calmed the two who appeared to dislike each other intensely.

"I apologize for making you two bored."

"It's fine. We've gotten a good catch as well."

Thud.

What Kakimoto tossed out was a young boy bounded with ropes.

"The ranking Fuuta. He seems to know the 10th Vongola."

"Oh my."

Mukuro drew close happily to Fuuta who was gagged.

"Ranking Fuuta, the one who is highly acknowledged for his accuracy in ranking by the Italian mafia. . . If it's information from him, there is no mistake."

Fuuta, even if he was fear struck, he glared back at Mukuro with a strong will in his eyes.

Mukuro's lips arched into a smile full of joy as he directed his attention back to Jyoushima and Kakimoto.

"Well, our game here is finished. Once we get information from this child, we'll start to move."

"Oh! Finally pyo~n!"

Jyoushima leaped with joy as if he was totally willing to get into action.

Behind his glasses, Kakimoto's eyes glistened with silent yet strong desire for battle.

Through this incident, Mukuro completely ruled over Kokuyou Junior High. In the public, he was the replacement of the president who commited a crime with violence.

In addition to that, with a source of information called Fuuta in hand, they were about to move to their true motive.

The motive of plundering the 10th Vongola.

"I will count on you too, Lancia."

Mukuro spoke to the tall man with the displeased look -- the double of his.

Though, still appearing grimace, Lancia spoke.

". . . how cruel."

"Yes?"

"Why must you go this far? If you wanted to just conquer the school, you could've done it easily."

"Yes, I could've."

"Then why. . . !"

"But, you need this before a battle."

"Need. . .?"

"A sacrifice, praying for victory."

With that said, he began to walk.

To the place colored with blood that still hasn't dried; the remainder of gruesome revenge.

"Wait, Mukuro! Why did you have to choose that man! Were you not able to forgive him for speaking of high-sounding ideas? Mukuro!!"

"It's not like that. Just. . . his name was nice."

"Name. . . ?"

A boy who was laying on the bare concrete floor. His face was deformed to a point you could not tell who he was. His bones, broken in numerous areas and his breath as faint as an insect's.

Mukuro knelt beside him and whispered.

"Aren't humans wonderful, Hitsuji-san."

NAME NOTES:
•"Kabane" [ 樺根 ] though most likely double-pun/reading with "屍" - corpse, which matches "Mukuro" (骸).
• Hitsuji Masato [ 日辻真人 ] - Hitsuji double-pun/reading with "羊" - sheep. And "真人" meaning man of truth.



SO THERE'S A FEW DISTINCT THREADS OF DECEPTION HERE.
• Lancia-as-Mukuro which is a long standing thing. Up until the end of the Kokuyou Arc Mukuro had never been in prison as himself. Lancia was made to be him.
• Kabane doesn't exist! And it says that at least some of the scenes with Kabane and Masato didn't exist. Though some might have, or happened but been sort of illusion influenced.
• The Kokuyou students weren't really sucking up to Kabane. They were under some kind of mind control/hypnosis.
• I assume there is a bit of a time compaction here as well just due to the wonky lollusions.

ROLES
• Kabane - which is a persona but it seems to be Mukuro's favorite persona. It's the same sort of personality he uses when he's Leo Lippi in the future as well. And the shy wide eyed innocent thing is also sort of parallel to Chrome. He's comfortable playing sub to someone else's dom for his plans.
• The Mukuro Rokudou role which is shared by Lancia. But everyone in the Kokuyou gang knows where the power really lies, with Mukuro not Lancia. However all four of them are pretty used to playing it either way.
• STUDENT COUNCIL/ROLE OF GOOD LEADER disgusts Mukuro. More than disgusts him. He just doesn't see it as a possibility. He went out of his way to infest this role with terrible things and then break it down.

RITUAL
• naaammeeesss. Names mean things to Mukuro. The puns in his own (Mukuro-Kabane) and then Chrome-Mukuro (kuromu) and so forth and so on. They are a pretty Big Thing with him and he'll probably keep better track of names/terrible nicknames for people now.
• SACRIFICIAL LAMB. Which is probably far less important than what Lancia actually pointed out (in the novels and drama CDs, Lancia is really spot on with his assessments of Mukuro's True Motives etc). But it is also probably a Thing as well. Mukuro gets really pulled into the ritual he sets up (with teeth with Kokuyou, etc). So the fact that Masato was not only something to rip apart and completely destroy but had the perfect name for it was just double Christmas all across the sky.
• SUPER UBER DERAILED BY THIS. Ken and Chikusa find it not terribly fun or useful. Lancia of course doesn't. This is all Mukuro's whimsy speaking.

WORLDVIEW
• this is very SOLIDLY in Mukuro's HUMANITY SUCKS phase. Pre-Kokuyou arc memories are always sort of in this phase of . . . "the world isn't worth it"/"kill the world"/"kill the mafia" sort of place.
• OF COURSE HUMANS WOULD DO THIS THEY'RE SO PREDICTABLE AND TERRIBLE nevermind that Masato might not have turned to violence had Mukuro not built him up and then broken him down so perfectly. PLAYED LIKE A FIDDLE. But it's a bit like he set up his expectations to be low, MADE SURE THEY WERE FULFILLED and then was like OH LOOK SEE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS. People who rise above this sort of thing don't exist in his worldview.
• I like to break things. Almost all of Mukuro's interaction with the world in this part of his life is geared towards destruction. He has goals! And there are things he doesn't ruin. But in general he just sort of GRABBYHANDS TO RUIN. Kind of like going into a shop with intents to rob it and then breaking everything in it, set it on fire, blow it up and then walk away with the cash.

SELF
• lol
• His ties to Ken and Chikusa and Lancia are weirrrddd and self-related and not at all. They're his. In some ways Mukuro just sort of leveled everything.
• it isn't exactly that he doesn't have self-worth but in a way he's . . . everything has no worth. Everything is terrible. He's in control/power and he has desire but it's not really the same as it should be. IT'S VERY WEIRD I SHOULD PROBABLY ESSAY ON THAT but I won't right now.
• his emotional levels are so fucked up. Anything post-childhood pre-Kokuyou arc sets him at a verrry even keel of smarmy asshole that has just cut away everything that makes him frail at the moment. He has no pride because pride gets damaged. He doesn't feel angry cos it makes him weak. He doesn't do sad, etc. HE IS PLEASANT but also boiling over with rage and destructive feelings, he's just channeled everything out into weird little curls of emotiveness and quirks and idek. He feels no sympathy, empathy, regret or whatever else on the gentle emotion scale. No embarrassment and no attachment to dignity or shame. No secondary emotions at all as those are the ones that tie you to society expectations.
• has an absolute belief in his ability to get what he wants. Doesn't believe in his own failure or vulnerability at all. Everything is because he chose it and he will damn well fuck the world up. Absolute perfection in all his actions.
• sadism, revenge, sadistic joy!1, terrible feelings
• IT IS OKAY TO PLAY TERRIBLE GAMES WITH PEOPLE :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• did I mention breaking things!!!!11

lolMAFIA
• Fuuta the ranking kid.
• LOL VONGOLA LOL
• lol goals lol


I AM SURE THERE IS A LOT MORE BUT lol will get sorted when he actually takes this memory.




IT'S 10PM DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR SOCIOPATH IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!