It was unusual for the young yakuza to speak to her under any circumstance. And likely even MORE unusual under this one. Both she and he were top contenders for being singled out as MURDERERS, after all. If they were seen together, the likeliness that others would float around the idea that the two of them might be CONSPIRING would be awfully high.

Though, personally, being DEAD or ALIVE made no particular difference to her at this point. It might be even easier to make the GAME play by smoother if she WERE dead.

… 

How DIFFICULT exactly would it be to coax him into DOING HER IN, she wondered.

NOT HARD AT ALL, in all likeliness.

{{ ♙ }} — ❝ . . . Apologies, but I was not listening even SLIGHTLY just now, Kuzuyruu. Could you please repeat what you just said? The ENTIRE THING, perhaps? ❞

there was no possible way they could get caught talking. He knew that eventually there would be a trial, and he had to make it look like someone else did it. Kuzuryuu couldn’t just allow Peko to be executed at this point. He needed her.

Execution wasn't an option for his bodyguard and most importantly his friend. Peko was the reason he was alive. Peko was the reason he hadn't killed anyone yet.

“It was an accident, you were protecting me like you should. There doesn't, have to be a trial.“

Luck Isn't An Option

Every single second that passed seemed like hours to the small girl that lay on the ground. Monaka wished to be found, she wished for some sort of reassurance that she could continue to live. Kuzuryuu had stayed behind, telling her to try her best to escape, but she knew already why he had stayed behind. He had been bit. They had been through so much together, and this is how it had to end? He sacrificed himself, and she believed she would die here. Yet, Monaka was pulled out of her own thoughts by the familiar voice. “K…Kenny?” Walkers could be heard from all around but none seemed to be bothering the two at the moment. Tears slid down her dirty cheeks, knowing this was Kenny. Someone that had helped them once before. Monaka moved forward and wrapped her arms around Kenny. Would this mean she would be okay? That everything was going to be okay? No. This would only be the beginning.

“Shhh-- here, I gotcha.” Kenny had put his gun away, leaving both of his hands free to pick up and hold the girl. If they had things their way, the walkers nearby would stay away; He was hardly in a good position to deal with them while holding her. He wordlessly held her close to him, careful to support her weight. Without a place in mind, he started to walk off in the other direction, away from the nearby walkers. “I didn’t expect t’ see ya. Where’s…” Cutting himself off, he realized immediately that was a shitty thing to ask. If she was alone, he likely knew why. 

He cursed internally– he had little idea how he’d go about keeping her alive besides to constantly carry her, and he didn’t want her or both of them to end up dead because he couldn’t do that and keep them out of harm’s way.

what was she to do? She couldn't walk, and surely she wouldn't be useful to help Kenny. Monaka didn't even know how to handle a gun. "He...got bit, from what...I've seen..." Of course she wasn't entirely certain of the other, but she didn't seem to care. "I'll just be dragging you down..." She fiddled with her thumbs as she looked down. Monaka then rubbed her wet cheeks. How was she going to learn to fight? Kuzuryuu had been the only one that she trusted during these times, and now there was Kenny.

Luck Isn't An Option

It was dark, that’s all she remembered, and then she crawled. Amounts of grime slop and dirt covered her face and her clothes as well as her hair which was matted with dirt. The young girl was frightened and scared, afraid that those monsters called walkers might get her. They had already gotten Kuzuryuu, and now he was walking among them. Why would this happen? Everything always seemed to go wrong for her. What was she without her companion? She was nothing. She couldn’t walk. There was nothing she could do. Monaka pushed forwards, though every muscle in her body seemed to protest, as the aching pain began to set in. There was no way she would be able to go on like this for much longer. Soon the walkers would come, and they would get her, and there would be no peace. Deep in Monaka’s mind, she knew though that there was more person out there that she could trust. Kenny. The only thing he had given to them on their last meet was a small bell, for emergencies he said. Something that could distract them so you could get away. This was an emergency. As Monaka held the small bell in her grime covered hands, she shook it, which produced a clanging sound. Oh how she knew it would never work. How could it? Kenny was probably long gone by now, right? After a while of ringing the bell her arm dropped to the ground, she was way too tired from dragging herself away from the infested camp. “Please…..” Hope wasn’t an option here, but it was pure luck to see a figure appear from the shadows. A tall figure, that was unrecognized because of the dark. Monaka believed that to be just another walker. “….Kenny….find me…”

It was just another day of surviving. The man had wandered towards an area that appeared familiar. He halted upon seeing walkers in the distance. Well, he wasn’t stopping there - it was too late for those people. Nearby, he heard a faint sound - a ringing sound. Ever so slowly, he’d step forward, searching for the source. It sounded like something he should know.

A small figure was on the ground, and he began approaching with his gun drawn in case it was just another walker. At a close distance, he recognized who he was looking at. “Monaka? It– it’s me, I–” He turned his head to check and make sure no walkers were moving towards them. For the moment, they seemed to be in the clear.

There was no sign of the man she was with before, and that concerned him. She was covered in grime, most likely because she could only crawl. He dropped to his knees, holding out his hands for her to be held. “It’s Kenny. Come on, let’s get outta here.”

Every single second that passed seemed like hours to the small girl that lay on the ground. Monaka wished to be found, she wished for some sort of reassurance that she could continue to live. Kuzuryuu had stayed behind, telling her to try her best to escape, but she knew already why he had stayed behind. He had been bit. They had been through so much together, and this is how it had to end? He sacrificed himself, and she believed she would die here. Yet, Monaka was pulled out of her own thoughts by the familiar voice. "K...Kenny?" Walkers could be heard from all around but none seemed to be bothering the two at the moment. Tears slid down her dirty cheeks, knowing this was Kenny. Someone that had helped them once before. Monaka moved foreword and wrapped her arms around Kenny. Would this mean she would be okay? That everything was going to be okay? No. This would only be the beginning.

I’ve reached 553 followers and I honestly can’t believe it. I really can’t. I never imagined that I would ever get to have so many wonderful people following me. In under a year since creating this blog either. Seriously, I can’t thank you all enough for sticking around for so long. Even when I had a rut with college and was basically inactive for a good month I was still getting followers. And even more of you stuck around until I came back. I honestly can’t describe the joy that I experienced from that alone.

Though I know I haven’t been super active recently, and I really apologize for that. Because there are just so many wonderful people here who may or may not be on this list. And I tried to include as many people on this list as I could and I do apologize for those I may have missed. And yes, some people on here are no longer active anymore but I wanted to include them because a good number of them were around when I first made this blog and I feel like it’s only right to give them thanks as well. And I also want to give a shout out to a lot of my newer followers. Since without them, or any of you for that matter, I wouldn’t have gotten this far and grown into the roleplayer that I’ve become today.

And gosh I feel like there’s just so much that I want to say but just don’t really know quite how to word it without having things start to sound repetitive. But anyway, I thank you all for the bottom of my heart. I truly enjoy all of the roleplays I’ve gotten to have on this blog. And I hope that I get to continue having more threads with those I already roleplay with, as well as getting to create new ones for those I haven’t had the pleasure to yet. 

Really, just thank you all so much. I hope that I get to continue roleplaying here  for the months to come and that I get to meet more amazing people along the way.

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“Oh really now?” He said with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arm with a ‘tch’. “It has been awhile…Seem the foundation is moving now….” He said as he looked across the destoryed city, a monokuma bot walking in and out of sight every here and there.

“….Despair is falling…who has been taken so far?”

Kuzuryuu began to name off the many that had been caught and taken back to wherever the Future Foundation had taken them. He looked too, but not because he wanted to see the city, but because far enough ahead, an explosion went off leaving the ground to shake.

She let out a giggle as she nodded “So you’ll give Monaka a tour of the school?” She asked clapping her hands together.

{ ☠ } “…Of course. Its no problem Monaka.” He replied, his smile warm. He loved smaller children. “Is there anything you’d like to see in particular, miss Monaka?”

Monaka had one moment to think. "Not really. Take Monaka anywhere but the gym" she said smiling a bit. It was good thing to get a tour, since someday she hoped to come here as a student.

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