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Junko comes back in the afternoon when Naegi and Mukuro had (strangely) decided to watch a wrestling event together. The former hadn't minded since it was a popular event but it was fairly interesting watching Mukuro point out who was completely faking everything and who actually seemed to have some training backing their moves. They mute the show though and turn to face the source of their mutual depression.
Mukuro speaks first. “Junko, I-”
Junko holds up a hand and both Naegi and Mukuro immediately clamor up.
"Hey sis, everything alright over there? I'd hate for you to get your sick on me, you know!" Junko says in an overly fake and nonchalant voice while pointing to her school uniform. Mukuro squints and raises a finger to her lips while turning to Naegi.
"Oh, um, I don't think broken arms are contagious Junko. But it's already healed enough to be usable anyhow. Were there any updates on Mak- Um, Naegi?"
Junko was bugged.
Naegi was a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but behavior this obvious wouldn't have gone unnoticed by him. He looks wide-eyed between the two of them, voice suddenly catching in his throat.
Say something.
It's both a thought he has in his head and a nonverbal challenge from his captor. He could speak right now and Junko would be exposed in an instant. All it would take is for him to speak, and that would be that.
…Is what his optimism would like to believe.
At this point Naegi hadn't doubted that Junko had more than a few contingency plans ready to launch for an occasion just like this. She wouldn't even be having this fake conversation with Mukuro if she was scared of Naegi blabbing. Heck, maybe she wanted him to. Regardless, there were too many alarm bells ringing in his head to do it.
Not willing to test the definition of the physical embodiment of 'insane' standing in front of him, Naegi stays silent.
"Nah. Kirigiri gave me her contact info just in case we hear anything but, y'know." Junko says with a shrug, walking towards and jumping over the couch to sit in-between both Naegi and Mukuro. Her arms reach around to rest on their shoulders, pulling Naegi in close while gently rubbing his shoulder.
Damn her.
"Hopin' the little guy turns up soon. I mean, Ultimate Lucky Student, am I right? Oh yeah, remember those shots we heard a while ago?"
Mukuro nods just to sell the act. Naegi, meanwhile, feels his chest tighten and his heart skipping a beat or two.
"Kirigiri told me she's looking into that too. Not that it's definitely related, but at least it'll help keep us safe. Isn't she so nice when you get past the icy cold glare? Think she'll go out with me?"
While Naegi's too busy spiraling inside his own head, both Mukuro and the detective on the other side of the bug are likely balking at the thought.
"Um… Probably not." Is Mukuro's awkward and genuine reply.
"What, you think she likes Naegi too? That'd be pretty awful. For you I mean."
It's not the first time that Junko's brought up her crush in front of the boy, but Mukuro presses on with the act regardless. "I'd rather not talk about him like that until he's found, Junko. Hopefully he's okay…"
"Yeah… Hey, I'm gonna hit the shower. Yamada gave Celeste some rank tea and that hot bitch fuckin' spat it at me. I thanked her for it at the time but now I smell like P-You! See you in a bit, sis!"
Junko made a few hand gestures to Mukuro, the soldier nodding in response without making a sound. Junko stands up and takes her, jogging up the stairs with a glint in her eye.
When she fully makes it up the stairs Mukuro immediately clears her throat, catching Naegi's attention.
"We both did it." She says in a quieter tone, whether it's to avoid the bug or the subject matter being entirely unknown to the boy. "Junko pulled the trigger, I held down the few that tried to escape despite my injuries. I was going to kill those ones myself, but Junko insisted on putting the gun to their heads and pulling it."
He stares at her wide-eyed, a response failing to come to his lips.
"She had left the room shortly after you left and noticed your disappearance. We both followed after you and came just in time, killing those men without remorse. She took you back here, and I disposed of the bodies. That is the story Junko asked me to tell you, excluding certain details I'm about to disclose."
Some light flashes in his eyes at that last sentence. It had sounded like Mukuro was reading from a script before, but now it felt as if her own voice had come into play.
"I was told the truth after I had returned and you were still unconscious. Junko had paid those men to…do what they wished with you whenever you decided to try and leave. They would be paid every night they stayed outside, just watching and waiting for you to make a move. We killed them, however, because Junko realized she had made a critical error in judgment."
Mukuro glances at the staircase and waits before speaking again.
"Junko did not want anyone else to touch you, not like…that. She had thought the despair would be enough to break you or at least hurt you forever. But then Junko realized that she despised the idea of it not being her causing it. So at the very last minute she changed the plan, taking out those who would take her joy away and saving you for another day. Makoto?"
The eye context they make now feels like none they've made before
"Please don't let her break you. She… I…have high expectations for you."
-
The slow creak of the door wakes him up immediately, but he does not face it. He keeps his back turned until he feels the bed dip slightly under another's weight. It evens out as she crawls towards his side, and soon there is an unmistakable aura of body heat hovering just above him.
He turns to see a broken woman with her hair down, wearing loose, pink pajamas ill-fitting of a demon like her.
"You've had that look in your eye all day man." She drawls out, eyes boring into his. "Like you've wanted to bash my teeth in and throw me out in the middle of the road. It's really creepy…in a hot kinda way."
He stays silent.
"Oh, right. Bug's only on my uniform, which I've washed and dried and left in the machine. Thing wouldn't break from either!. Wonder where she got it from for it to be so high-quality?"
"Back off."
"Were you gonna make me?"
"I'll try."
She shudders and raises the back of her hand to touch his cheek. He pulls away and scoffs.
"Girl, you're getting bolder! I like it, even if it's not good for your health here. I-"
"You keep flip-flopping between calling me a guy or a girl, Junko. Pick one so I don't have to deal with the inconsistency on top of everything else."
The closest thing she's made to a gasp in these last three comes out her mouth in a way that Naegi counts it as a small victory. Even if the price was having her cup- No, grab his chin and force him to stare into an abyss no human could reasonably live in.
"Well, I never! I just don't care enough to keep verbally misgendering you on purpose over and over when I myself don't really give a shit; just kinda slips in-and-out. But fine, I was getting bored of doin' that anyway. So from now I'll just call you my boyfriend, yeah?"
Junko's hand raises to his cheek, her thumb stroking just near his lip with gentleness so alarming he jolts away from her. Naegi can't help hitting the headboard as he sits up, cursing under her breath while Junko giggles.
"Trying to get me to stop by making me laugh? You're so cute, Makoto!" Junko reaches out her hand again.
"Don't…" He intends to make it sound more threatening like a warning, but instead it comes out more like a plea to her. Her manicured hand stops just in front of his face instantly, like a robot having been given orders.
Junko slowly caressed Naegi's cheek again, and with the boy having nowhere else to go he just cringed and endured it. Maybe he could just get away with this. Let her have this moment and she'd let him go back to sleep.
Little did Naegi know that giving Junko Enoshima an inch was akin to selling her your soul.
"Can I kiss you?"
"No."
"Why?"
The question makes him want to gag. “You've kidnapped me, assaulted me, threatened me and other people- I hate you!"
"Just like that."
Junko's open palm slams against the headboard. There's a familiar glint in her eye, like when she kicked him for the first time or when she had deemed him 'abnormal'.
"Good. I can see the little pieces of fear in your eyes. If I look past the burning hatred of course. I've never seen you distraught like this, aside from when I killed those guys for you."
"You mean those guys you-"
He immediately cuts himself off when he realizes his impassioned response could have gotten Mukuro in trouble.
"Oh, did Mukuro tell you? Don't worry, I won't hurt her for it. It was gonna come up sooner or later. That fear in your eyes then and now? It makes me want to cry. So keep looking just like that for me, okay?"
"What are you…?"
"Fear's always been a funny kind of despair to me, made me realize some general things about the human psyche. My psych buddy would've loved it! Say, what do you like about this bed?"
Naegi blinks.
"What a random thing to think about, right? 'I don't know' or 'The bed is comfortable', something vague like that? Now…"
Junko presses her thumb against Naegi's bottom lip.
"What do you hate about me? What about me scares you?"
Far, far too many things flash in his mind in an instant.
"And there you go! People always give some vague reasons for when they enjoy something, unless it's some odd fixation. But when they're afraid, oh they'll give you an entire essay on the subject in less than a second! The more you fear me, the more I'm in your head! Isn't it lovely?"
"So you're scared of me?"
Junko makes a small movement akin to flinching, something Naegi catches even in the dark.
"You're scared of me." He presses, sitting up straight and pulling away from her hand. "Is that why you're obsessed with me? You said you were interested in me for being hard to predict, but maybe that's not all there is to it."
He leaves a pause, a beat, just to see if she falls for it.
"Did that make you think of a couple of reasons? I wonder if the Ultimate Analyst just hit a brick wall and said 'I don't know' just now?"
No response.
"Well?!" He raises his voice, just a step away from outright yelling. "Come on, let's hear it! All the reasons why you're scared of-!"
She catches his lips before he can get to finish.
He's caught off-guard, of course. For a few moments he just sits there, being forced to endure the desperate, all-too passionate probing of a woman who had long since thrown her sanity out of a window. When he recovers he tries to push her off, and in response Junko sits up and pushes him down by his shoulders. She sits on his abdomen and he can't pull away, can't move the hands digging their fingernails into his shoulders like a stake lodged in place.
With no other option he bites down hard on the invasive tongue.
Junko pulls away instinctively, breathing heavily and staring at Naegi with a look he doubts any other person has seen before. Her eyebrows are raised, pupils dilated, and her entire body heaves with effort it surely hasn't actually used in those short moments.
She wanted more, so much so that the tongue that bled into her mouth and onto her clothes and bare skin barely seemed to bother her. In fact, Junko licked her lips with it before swallowing some of her own blood, looking mighty pleased with herself for doing so.
"Fuck, Makoto, baby-"
"Don't fucking call me that!"
He pushes her away; Junko catches herself by planting her hands on part of the bed behind herself, leaving her leaning back and still gasping for air as if she had a legitimate kiss and not-
And not that.
"On your back." Junko commands. "I'm tired of waiting."
"I'm not doing shit like that! Didn't you say…y-you weren't going to do this before?!”
“Did I?” Junko says absent-mindedly, smirking as if she had done something to be proud of. “I don’t know, man. You’ve been getting kinda mouthy lately. As hot as that is, I can’t have Mukuro getting any ideas just because you want to have an attitude. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t go back on my word and do not say some stupid shit about morals or something.”
Junko puts her hands on Naegi’s abdomen. His own snap to grab at Junko’s wrists, but she reverses the grip with terrifying ease and slams his hands into the headboard above him with one hand. The other slips under his shirt, cold hands sliding on his skin-
“Stop- Fuck it, can you just-?!”
“Just what?” Junko actually stops on her own this time, looking all too pleased with herself. Naegi grits his teeth and turns his gaze down.
“Shit, shit.” He mutters under his breath. Naegi can't help the fact that he isn't able to catch his breath; his chest hurts too fucking much and saying what he needs to say takes too much effort to-
“Remember that time you were self-conscious about taking your shirt off for swimming, then Oogami gave you a pep talk and you swan dived off the board?”
What?
“Huh?” Naegi's brow scrunches up and he manages to make eye contact with Junko. “What the hell made you bring that up?”
“Your scores were pretty shit, so Asahina helped you to bring it up to par within the hour. What, you really don't remember that?”
“No, I do, I'm wondering what the fuck is the point of this?”
“You're breathing better now.”
Naegi blinks as if he's only now just waking up.
“Thinking about your friends usually seems to calm you down whenever you get stressed. I should know given how many times I’ve looked in your room window late at night before all this! Now that you can speak properly, what were you going to offer me? It better be good, seriously.”
Naegi takes in a long, deep breath through his nose. He closes his eyes and exhales, angry that she actually had calmed him down. What made him even angrier though was what he was about to do.
“Oh,” Junko tilts her head to the side, “don’t think about saying you’ll behave either. Not gonna lie, it’s more fun when you act out! Like a rebellious little–”
“I’ll kiss you.”
He wishes the wide-eyed look in her eyes was because he managed to get out of this shitty situation.
“Wh-?”
“I’ll kiss you.” He says it again, trying as hard as possible to be firm. “If you don’t do that, I’ll kiss you.”
Junko goes eerily still, briefly leaning to the side before putting her hands on the bed to steady herself. She doesn’t have a response for him yet, and with what he’s learned about the way her brain works that is a terrifying thing for him to think about.
“You’re doing this for self-preservation.” She says flatly.
“Yeah.” He bites the inside of his cheek, but doesn’t turn away.
“You knew I wouldn’t accept the idea of kissing you since I was gonna do it anyway, so you presented it as the other way around knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist humiliating you like that.”
Naegi nods slowly.
Junko’s jaw drops, though her mouth curls into a disbelieving smile.
“To think some utterly random, insignificant loser gets me so well… Alright.”
Junko goes back to leaning over Naegi’s body, ‘crawling’ up his body until their noses were touching. To Junko’s surprise, Naegi only sits up with his back towards the headboard, never once pulling away.
If anything, it makes her want to retreat.
“This is all you’re getting.” He reiterates, looking down at Junko with a scowl. She has to tilt her head to meet his gaze, and the thought of him taking the lead in a situation like this fills Junko with the kind of despair that makes you pity a poor boy.
“I know, handsome. So come on, don’t keep a girl waiting! I’ll let you lead the whole way. Just like you wanted…”
Junko closes her eyes and parts her lips, clearly waiting on Naegi to make the move he had promised her. He didn’t want to in the slightest, but between this and the other option?
At least he could pretend to have some control here.
Naegi leans forward hesitantly. He's never really kissed anyone before, more so just awkward pecks with another girl when he was younger. Definitely not a situation like this, that's for damn sure. He pauses just in front of Junko, their noses close to touching.
He wanted to tell himself that she was pretty. This should be easy. Komaru always teased him about how pretty the girls in his class were, joking about how she'd take his place in a heartbeat.
Just be a man and kiss the damn model.
He's close enough to feel her cold breath. It reminds him of her cruel sadism during the first stages of his captivity, how she-
“Makoto.”
His breath hitches.
“Clear your mind and focus. I'm on the backfoot, remember? You're winning. So act like it, loser.”
He rips the bandaid off.
Naegi shuts his eyes as his lips touch Junko's. He doesn't want to think about anything right now; not the way Junko tastes, or the way he can feel her eyes open and staring at him, or the way her hand touched his ribs and began to climb upwards-
He risked it.
Naegi grabbed Junko's wrist to stop her, and he could feel the girl flinch at the sudden movement. But he knew if he stopped, if he pulled away to tell her off, his night would be a hell of a lot worse. He slammed her wrist to the mattress, wondering why despite her struggling, she didn't seem all too eager to break free.
Naegi's kissing took a backseat for a moment, but he reluctantly started focusing again. Slipped his tongue over hers, filtered out the pathetic whimper she made, and tried to bring his mind somewhere else.
It was difficult, however, when he had to deal with Junko's other hand trying to come up to his neck. His own remaining hand grabbed her other wrist, slammed that against the soft bed too. She struggled again, tried pushing into him-
Damn you.
Naegi shoved back, his leverage allowing him to shove Junko on her back. The kiss broke for a moment, and Junko looked like she was on the brink of saying something.
He didn't want to hear it, though.
He dives back in, shuts her up, and again, the whimper he hears sounds much more preferable to the threats he's used to. A small part of him also says that it prefers her like this; quiet, compliant, and at his whim.
The rest of him tried to acknowledge that it's because he fucking hates her, and not because she's starting to change him.
Junko taps the back of his leg with his heel a few times, and reluctantly he pulls away.
“What?” His voice has a harder edge than usual, and he tries to ignore it. He was angry, upset, and the more he looked at her flushed face the more he wanted to vomit on it.
“You…” Junko licks her lips. “You're a terrible fucking kisser, man. It's so amateurish, it circles around to being hot.”
Naegi tried to fully pull away, even letting go of her wrists, but Junko was faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist, laughed darkly in the dimly lit room.
“A little more.” She breathed out. “Do it like I'm Kirigiri.”
His eyes narrow.
“Too much?” She giggles. “Asahina, then? I've seen the way you look at her.”
“Stop it.”
“Make me.”
Junko sticks out her tongue, and Naegi lets out a rough grunt of annoyance before he takes the bait. He ignores the way Junko matches his pace, even starts leading and having him follow before he catches himself; he stills himself entirely when she starts moving her lower body to grind on him.
Eventually he decided to bring…whatever this was to an end, and he pulled up. Junko looked like she was high on life as she laid there, looking up at the world's most ordinary man like he was an otherworldly being.
“I must look sooo pathetic right now…”
“Yeah.” Naegi agrees, getting up to go to the bathroom.
“And where are you going?” She turned onto her stomach, smiling wide as he shuts the door. She can hear the sink water running, and Junko has to wonder if the boy was rinsing his mouth out or using the water to cover the sound of him throwing up in the toilet.
Maybe both.
After a few short moments of mental self-indulgence, Junko slowly turned to the door. “You done jilling off, whore?”
Ordinarily quiet footsteps stutter loudly Judy outside the door. After a beat, the door which was slightly ajar opens a bit wider, and Mukuro pokes her head.
“I-I wasn't-”
“The fuck do you want? …Know what? I'm in a good mood, actually. Come here.”
Mukuro hesitantly opens the door with her better arm and closes it with her foot. She approaches the bed and stands at attention just a few inches away from it.
“Down to my level.”
Mukuro bends her knees slightly.
“Tongue out.”
Mukuro nearly flinches, but closes her eyes and opens her mouth.
She decidedly remains still when Junko spits in her mouth. The fashionista shakes her head with an amused expression as Mukuro swallows it immediately.
“God, mom and dad should've aborted us. Now what do you really want?”
Mukuro stands up straight and nods. “Kirigiri was hovering around earlier. I believe she was trying to figure out the likelihood of success if she were to place cameras around our neighborhood.”
“Aw, she didn't take the bait?”
“If I had to guess, she decided it wasn't worth the risk of me finding any that she placed and tracking it back to her. I'm worried, Junko-”
“Oh, don't be so high-strung about it.” Junko waves her off. “I'll do some talking with the class next school day, see if Kirigiri's been feeding them any funny ideas. …So.”
“Hm?”
“You want a turn with him?”
Mukuro's eyes go wide as she glances at the bathroom door.
“I'll hold him down if you want! We can get that thing with the sharp little ridges, and-”
“I-I'm…good, Junko.”
Junko huffs. “Fine, whatever. Now go to bed. I need a cold shower as soon as that loser gets out the-
Junko pauses.
She strains her ears, and it sounds like its not just the sink on-
Mukuro moves before Junko gets on, tries to open the bathroom door.
“Locked.” She narrowed her eyes and prepared to break it down.
“Unlock it normally.” Junko commanded. “It'll be…interesting if we're too slow.”
Mukuro nods and pulls out a small lockpick. It takes her just a few seconds with this method than it would have to bust the door down, but it's the ‘seconds-stretched-to-eternity trope that writers love so much that sticks in their heads.
As soon as the door opens, Mukuro makes it to the tub in one short movement; her feet make a small splash in the water that hadn't quite reached the door but had spilled over the tub. She grabs Naegi and pulls him out of the bathroom before gently laying him on his side.
Junko, staring at the two with a neutral expression, pulls out her phone and dials a number.
“Hey, Mikan? Come over so we can play ‘doctor’ again. ‘Beach house-style’. Bye.”
She hangs up. Though her phone wasn't tapped to her knowledge, she still stuck to code every now and then; Mikan would know to come over with the intent of using her medical knowledge, and Junko already had the equipment set aside here in advance just in case something like this happened.
Mukuro spoke softly to Naegi as she patted his back, the boy coughing up small bits of water here and there. Junko, in contrast, huffed with mild incredulity.
“If it weren't for the fairly funny image of you bent over a tub drowning yourself, I'd have kicked your ribs into next week. What, did my breath stink that bad?”
“Junko…” Mukuro grimaced, shaking her head.
“What?”
Mukuro says nothing.
“Right. This is interesting though. I wonder if he just disassociated for a bit, or if this was really a split-second decision of his. I-”
The doorbell rings. Junko blinks.
“Damn. Girl probably ran out here in her PJs.”
Junko exits the room and heads downstairs. She opens the door and, as expected, is greeted by the sight of a disheveled Mikan still in her pajamas.
“H-Hi, my beloved!” Mikan enters and looks around. “What seems to be the-?”
Junko slaps the back of Mikan's head and shuts the door. “Didn't give you permission to enter yet.”
“S-Sorry!” The girl immediately seems like she's on the verge of crying.
“All is forgiven.” Junko smiles and snaps her finger. “Naegi almost drowned himself. Didn't notice for a little while, and I'd rather he not choke on water in his lungs or some stupid shit in his sleep. Help us out?”
“O-Of course!” Mikan nodded and proceeded to run to the basement for the necessary aid. Junko didn't really need to call Mikan for this (Junko’s certainly learned enough by the times she practiced drowning herself how to recover properly), but she wanted a professional to handle it while she watched.
He looked so good like that.
Junko and Mikan, now wearing gloves and carrying the appropriate equipment, went upstairs. Naegi was hacking his lungs out, Mukuro looking more distressed by the second. Mikan said hello to her self-proclaimed in-law before kneeling down next to Naegi.
Junko watched the entire event with a focused, eagle-eyed expression; watched the unique movements of his chest every time he coughed or took a breath, checked out the pain in his brow and the tremors that rocked him every now and then…
It was also always a blast to see Mikan at work. Something like this would likely never see a swift, same night full-on recovery, but that magic touch this girl had was one of the reasons Junko decided to break her in.
Naegi, after what felt like the whole night but was truthfully under an hour, slowly cessed his coughing fits. His breathing was mostly under control, too.
“Tha- Thank you. What's your name again…?””
Mikan stared at Naegi with a complicated expression before nodding. “...Mikan Tsumiki. And you're welcome. If you ever need assistance, please, come see me.”
Junko chuckles. “Holy shit, are you jealous?”
Mikan opens her mouth, but Junko shushes her. Without a word, Junko steps towards Naegi. He tries to crawl back, but Mukuro crouches behind him and holds him still.
“Be still.” Mukuro warns him. Before he can question it, his answer is already given to him when Junko raised her foot and kicked him straight in the gut.
“Ack!” Naegi coughs and struggles in Mukuro's grip, unable to break free or defend himself. Junko then took a swing with her foot at his face, his head snapping to the side. Mukuro forced him to lay flat on the floor, and Junko proceeded to stomp on his chest full-force.
“Ah! Sto- Stop-!” Naegi can't even protest further, coughs and hacks shooting straight out of his mouth after the third stomp. He genuinely can't tell if he's breathing right now, and it's only when Junko stops stomping to grind her foot right into the left side of his ribs.
“The fuck did you think you were doing? Hm? I don't know if you were having a moment of weakness or what, but you don't try to fucking off yourself without permission. Am I clear?”
Naegi wheezed.
Junko raises her foot a bit higher than before-
“Yes! Ye- ack- Yes!”
Junko grins at his panic. “Good boy. Now, do you want Mikan to help you?”
He nods furiously, desperately trying to inhale air properly.
“Hear that, Mikan? Looks like you've got a returning client! But since you don't seem to like him…just fix him up a bit. Let him keep some pain for a while. Builds character.”
Mikan smiles and nods, then coordinates with Mukuro to chart out a longer-term plan of recovery for the debilitated Naegi.
Junko, meanwhile, plopped down on the bed cross-legged. “Oh, and Makoto?” Her smile falls as she glares at him. “You're going back in the basement when she's done. And you definitely won't be able to hurt yourself down there. Don't worry! It's all in your best interest…”
In the loud emptiness of his own mind, Naegi just begged for his friends to figure this out. To beat her at this game she forced him into.
And, he thought before being injected with an anesthesia, that he dreams of Junko Enoshima dying while he's blacked out.