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Bonkichi liked to think of himself as an average guy, really. He went to school, studied, got good grades, watched some TV in his spare time… Sure, he didn’t have any friends and used the murderous seasons of Danganronpa to cope with his social neglect, but so what? It wasn’t like he was insane or anything, he just had hobbies! Maybe, sometimes, he got scared with the dark turns his mind tended to make, but Bonkichi never voiced them (never had anyone to voice them to), which meant, they didn’t really exist, right?That’s what Bonkichi would choose to believe, anyways.“Bon Bonnnnn!”Bonkichi shuddered out of his thoughts, shoulders jumping as he stiffened, refusing to glance over his shoulder. He knew who it was, anyways- his main aggressor never changed, not for a moment.An unnaturally cold arm slipped over Bonkichi’s shoulders, a jeering sneer filling his right side vision. Kagehara looked as concerningly creepy as ever, pale skin and mouth nearly boiling with drool always at the ready. The guy was a total freak, a sadist who got off on beating Bonkichi half to death practically daily. Bonkichi could see his expression twist through his tears of blood and wobbly vision, the blush and lust in his eyes impossible to ignore, even for Bonkichi.It wasn’t even like Kagehara was particularly popular, no, but everyone knew he was too strong (and lacking normal human feelings) to challenge in any aspect. He was like an incessant shadow- lurking in the back of every room, following Bonkichi’s injury covered form with those haunting, dead eyes. And no one- NO ONE- would do a damn thing, no matter how much Bonkichi begged.“...What do you want,” Bonkichi finally settled on, devoutly keeping his gaze trained ahead at the bustling hallway ahead of them. As always, a bubble of space opened around them, not a student willing to risk Kagehara’s anger.“Why so mean to me? I just want to talk to my dearrrr friend!” Kagehara quietly cackled, digging his fingers into the bruise he knew damn well was on Bonkichi’s shoulder, forcing the smaller of the two to flinch and desperately fight off his tears. He’d long ago realized that seeming weak only got Kagehara off more, and some small part of him still hoped Kagehara would lose interest by the time they finished high school. Bonkichi flinched as Kagehara’s lips pressed against his ear, a murmured warning slipping through his lips. “Don’t seem so apathetic, Bon… won’t you take a little walk with me to the rooftop?”Ah… Bonkichi really wanted to eat today, too…—A soft cry flew from Bonkichi’s lips as Kagehara shoved him into the chain of the rooftop fence, legs trembling from the force exerted to keep the mouse of a boy upright. Nervously, Bonkichi glanced behind him, staring down at the steep drop to the road below and praying that Kagehara wasn’t quite that evil. Yet.“You scared?” Kagehara drawled, settling his backpack on the roof floor next to Bonkichi’s, rifling around inside for his usual supplies.Defiantly, Bonkichi turned his head back, upturning his chin. “No.”Kagehara smirked at him, pocketing something and stepping closer, slamming his fist onto the fence and caging Bonkichi in beneath him. The boy’s breaths began to increase in pace, lower lip quivering as he oh so desperately tried to keep his expression solid. “Can I tell you a secret, Bon?” Kagehara purred, pulling his pocket knife out of his pocket and trailing it teasingly along Bonkichi’s jaw, the latter startling as his eyes darted to its dangerous glint. Kagehara had never used an actual weapon (besides a baseball bat) on him before, causing the boy to tremble in terror. Not waiting for an answer, Kagehara continued, voice slightly breathless. “That bratty attitude of yours is hot too… so unbelievably fun~!”Bonkichi murmured something beneath his breath, head lowering so Kagehara couldn’t see his expression, much to the bully’s annoyance.“Hm?” Kagehara prompted, digging the tip of the knife into the skin of Bonkichi’s cheek.When Bonkichi did look up, Kagehara swore his heart would stop right then and there. His eyes were eerily empty, devoid of their usual, incessant *hope* that Kagehara found himself so eager to break. A soft laugh was pulled from Bonkichi, a sound Kagehara had never heard before, and one that made his heart drop.“I hate you!” Bonkichi cried out with a large smile, as though it was the funniest thing in the world. “God, you’re insufferable! I hate you, I hate you, I hate y-”Had Kagehara broke him this badly already?Almost on instinct, his arm raised, slashing down through the boy’s uniform, through the skin beneath, exposing the skin of his chest as blood bubbled out of the slice, dreadfully beautiful red staining Bonkichi’s pale complexion.“H-huh?” Bonkichi breathed, raising his hands to the gaping wound, eyes wide in what Kagehara could only presume was shock.Kagehara stumbled back, knife clattering to the ground as he stared ahead in horror. He’d only brought the blade to scare Bonkichi, honestly. He wouldn’t actually risk a person dying-! So why- why did this happen? Why were Bonkichi’s hands feeling up his cut, blood spilling out from around his fingers.Slowly, Bonkichi looked up at Kagehara, reaching bloody fingers out towards him.“P-please help me,” Bonkichi begged. “Please, Kagehara.”And Kagehara knew- all he had to do was step forwards, carry Bonkichi to the nurse’s office, lie about how he got the cut, but get him treatment, and everything would turn out okay. But Kagehara was a coward, a terrified coward who couldn’t do anything right, a terrified coward who turned and ran from a man he’d so brutally hurt, racing down the steps with panicked breaths and guilt in his heart.Bonkichi watched Kagehara sprint away with round, pleading eyes, that slowly hardened as it became evident he wouldn’t be coming back. What a fucking coward. Anger broiled in Bonkichi’s gut, overwhelming him with the nausea of hatred, leaving him feeling like he could keel over at any moment. Or maybe that was the blood loss talking. Bonkichi didn’t really know, if he was going to be honest.Slowly, Bonkichi sighed, stumbling to his bag and pulling out a first aid kit, giving his wound basic care before staggering his way home unannounced. He’d rather deal with another unexplained absence then well, explain, and get sent to the hospital- something his parents would undoubtedly beat him senseless for.Bonkichi’s vision grew hazy with every step he took, the sensation of blood slipping past the bandages and down his stomach unnatural and sickening. Sweat burst across his body, and he wasn’t entirely sure he could make his fingers work as they should, but somehow managed to force open the door to his house, collapsing inside. After a couple seconds where Bonkichi just groveled on the floor, he figured his parents wouldn’t well appreciate blood in the entryway either, forcing himself into motion as he dragged himself up the stairs.Even as Bonkichi slipped into the hazy realm of unconsciousness, even as his heart slowed and his fingers twitched, crimson seeping onto his bedspread, one thing remained clear in Bonkichi’s mind.Revenge.And damn well would he have it.—Over the past few months, Bonkichi had learned a lot about his sinister classmate.His favorite food to eat at school was the off brand chips sold at the vending machine. He despised loud spaces, so he never went to the cafeteria. He didn’t exactly have friends, but no one was outright cruel to him either (probably out of fear). He was a hemophiliac, yet was ashamed for getting off on such things, verbally berating himself in mutters whenever he got off. He had no good concept of what was socially acceptable, and gave up caring a long time ago.And above all else, the boy was simply obsessed with Danganronpa.How did Bonkichi know this, you ask? Well, how exactly was he supposed to get revenge without knowing every single one of Kagehara’s worst fears, and the things that made him happiest? Simply put, Bonkichi’s new hobby, the only one he cared about anymore, really, was stalking Kagehara to the ends of the Earth and back.Kagehara hadn’t laid a hand on him since the accident, had refused to say a damn thing to him. Bonkichi presumed it was some kind of guilt- the navy haired boy had taken to beating up some odd freshman instead, which Bonkichi supposed he should feel happy, or grateful about.Instead, it was a molten pike of white hot jealousy, burning and boiling Bonkichi’s hand the longer it rested there instead of being stabbed in Kagehara’s gut. And boy, would Bonkichi stab it.How dare he just ignore Bonkichi, after everything? How dare he pretend he didn’t spend two years breaking him? How dare he leave, only after Bonkichi became like this?…In some way to answer his questions, Bonkichi only found himself obsessing further, walls covered in printed photos of Kagehara doing everything Bonkichi could safely record. Red wool strung random ideas, points, bits of Kagehara’s personality and past together to form the perfect map of his psyche. Bonkichi could imagine almost everything, piece together everything Kagehara did and accept his every internal contradiction. But it was never enough. Never. Each discovery wasn’t accompanied by a sense of satisfaction, because the truth was, Bonkichi hadn’t gotten nearly close enough to his goal.Anything innocent and sweet about Bonkichi died that day, and why shouldn’t the broken glass that was left of his soul thrust the knife back at his past aggressor?Kill him, a voice whispered to Bonkichi. Torture him. Stab him. Boil him alive. Eat his intestines while he watches. Slowly remove each of his limbs until he bleeds out. Slice him. Stab him.Kill him, kill him, kill him, KILL HIM, KILL HIM-It was only on a hazy summer night where Bonkichi’s mind was cluttered from the oppressive heat that Bonkichi decided to take action. It was almost as though he was a zombie, not knowing what he planned to do until he’d already slipped out his window, a black backpack hanging behind him, full of something heavy, something that carried a threat to it.Bonkichi’s sneakers made a steady thump against the concrete sidewalk, normally trembling hands slipping up to settle a black mask over his face with unusual conviction, flipping up the hood of his hoodie before sneaking down into his pockets. Nerves ate at Bonkichi’s gut, cannibalizing him, eating him alive, yet unable to stop him, not with the dark glint in his eyes. In fact, it barely took a minute before the numb emptiness in Bonkichi’s mind to sweep down to the rest of his body, dispelling all his anxiety and adrenaline in trade for pure power.It would be fine. He’d gone this route a thousand times before, to steal small things from Kagehara’s room, purely for investigative purposes. Nothing had caught him, and nothing could catch him, not tonight. Not when there was such conviction in his chest, such a need to see Kagehara a bloody mess, begging for forgiveness. The way his fingertips, oozing with red, would shakily reach up, expression pathetic, only for Bonkichi to turn and calmly walk away.Bonkichi hissed as he reached the most treacherous part of his journey, eyes darting left and right down the street before determining a lack of late night lights or lurking cop cars. With practiced motions, Bonkichi shoved his lockpicking gear into his mouth, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet before leaping upwards, fingertips grazing the top of the brick wall before him. Bonkichi scrambled, heaving for breath despite having done this many times before as his feet latched into the small cracks that made him deem this wall the most scalable. After pushing his stomach onto the flat of the bricks, he began to swing his hips over, balancing his knees against the wall and-A light flicked on in the house above, causing Bonkichi to swear louder than he should’ve and drop to the floor, scurrying behind the shed that made this abode so dreadfully special to him. Bonkichi’s wide eyes glanced up at where a woman slowly stood, rubbing her temples and making her way out of her bedroom. Glancing down at the first floor, Bonkichi saw a large german shepherd explode into the kitchen within the darkness, cool artificial light illuminating its rather large teeth as the woman arrived in the kitchen as well.Bonkichi froze as she opened a sliding door, the large canine pouncing out into the backyard while Bonkichi dropped his lockpicking kit out of his mouth, covering his mouth and nose with sweaty palms. He slowly scooched backwards, till his back was pressed against the brick, moving the cascading ivy to hide his form and trying desperately to ignore the swarm of ants alighted by his entry.The woman watched with annoyance as her dog bounded around the property, tongue hanging out and tail wagging happily.“...If you’re not going to do your business, come inside, Albert,” the woman exasperatedly groaned, obviously done with her dog’s antics. She whistled, patting her hand against her thigh before suddenly the dog stilled, turning its head to meet Bonkichi’s eyes.Fuck.Slowly, the dog’s lips pulled upwards, exposing a nasty snarl, growling filling Bonkichi’s ears before it barked, a sound too loud and terrifying to do any good for Bonkichi’s poor heart. Albert rushed forwards to attack Bonkichi, but the woman grabbed his collar, pulling the snarling thing back into her house and locking the sliding door.Bonkichi waited a good half hour before shakily crawling to his feet. He hated the sensation still lingering, of insects crawling up and down his skin, making him shudder. Hurriedly, Bonkichi slipped to the front of the dilapidated shed, pulling out his lock picking equipment and slowly slipping it in the doorknob. After a good few minutes of struggle, Bonkichi opened the rusty, dust covered door, grabbing onto his prize- a ladder, stored away right next to Kagehara’s second story bedroom, too.Slipping back into routine, Bonkichi squeezed himself beneath a small divot in the fence between Kagehara’s house and his original destination, pulling the ladder after him. Glancing behind him to check no lights flicked on, Bonkichi breathed a sigh of relief, settling the ladder against the wall of Kagehara’s house in the usual indents it left in the grass. They might become permanent, if Bonkichi kept doing this.For some inexplicable reason, his heart soared at the thought.But wait, was he not here to kill Kagehara?Bonkichi shook away the sudden doubt of his true intentions, pushing up Kagehara’s always unlocked window with ease, squirming his small body in through the tiny crack till the tips of his feet touched the floor. Finally inside Kagehara’s familiar bedroom, Bonkichi deposited his backpack of weapons, glancing over at Kagehara’s sleeping form to confirm he wasn’t about to bolt. Truth be told, Bonkichi couldn’t remember the specifics of what he shoved into the bag, lost in a race of adrenaline.Slowly and as quietly as possible, Bonkichi unzipped the top, reaching into it and pulling his arsenal of items out one by one.Red rope- made sense, Bonkichi supposed.A box cutter, near identical to the one from the rooftop- even more sense.Lube- why on earth would he need lube?Condoms- screw the lube, why did he need condoms, of all things, to murder someone?A dildo, handcuffs, a blindfold, and an axe all stared up at Bonkichi, who’s plan became obvious to himself now.He wasn’t here to murder Kagehara, no.He was here to rape him.Slowly, Bonkichi turned around, staring at how Kagehara had rolled over in his sleep, hat discarded before climbing into bed, exposing his soft cheeks and the drool pooling at his lips. He was sleeping in boxers and a heavy metal t-shirt, too big for his unexpectedly scrawny body. (Once he was all Bonkichi’s, he’d make sure he ate more-) His fingers twitched in his sleep, as if sensing Bonkichi’s intrusive gaze. Carefully, and without thinking, Bonkichi grabbed the rope and blindfold, making his way to Kagehara’s side. He sat down, entranced in the way the mattress dipped beneath his weight, rolling Kagehara’s head to the side so it rested on Bonkichi’s thigh. Hesitantly, Bonkichi reached out, petting his palm down Kagehara’s wiry hair, weaving his fingers between the strands and rolling his fingernails against the boy’s scalp, till Kagehara’s breathing evened out again, and Bonkichi could finally get to work.Slowly, Bonkichi stood, grabbing the hem of Kagehara’s shirt and pulling it over his head, discarding it to the side and pressing kisses to his erect nipples. Next, he worked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his underwear, slipping those off too, and staring down at Kagehara’s folds.With a conscious effort to hold himself back- when had this become about him?- Bonkichi grabbed the rope, looping it around Kagehara’s ankles and wrists, as well as his throat for good measure, with well practiced ease that Bonkichi couldn’t remember achieving. After tugging on the final knot, Bonkichi retrieved the blindfold, closing it around Kagehara’s still sleeping eyes and knotting it before pulling back entirely.After a quick decision that he was probably dirty from his escapades, Kokichi stole a glance at Kagehara’s bathroom, shrugging before getting up to head for a quick shower. Couldn’t hurt, right? And it wasn’t like Kagehara was going anywhere, although…Bonkichi’s eyes darkened, and in a rush of sadism, he grabbed the dildo, working it into Kagehara’s dry hole and leaving him to loosen himself up in his sleep.—Kagehara had known something was wrong for a long time now. He wasn’t an idiot, he could feel eyes trailing down all his exposed (and unexposed) skin no matter where he was, no matter what he was doing. Of course, he wrote it off as paranoia from the ‘incident’, until he noticed his carefully crafted line of anime merch slightly out of place. Something Kagehara would never do, and something his parents, who were never home due to working in other countries, literally couldn’t do. It was disturbing, and odd, and Kagehara eventually became afraid to sleep, to the point it was driving him insane.But, he still psyched himself out of fully believing the horrifying truth, until he woke up, died up with something odd and inhuman invading his pussy.“Ngh-” Kagehara softly exclaimed under his breath, shifting around and finding no way in which he could move. His hole throbbed for attention, squeezing around what invaded it, much to Kagehara’s displeasure. Fainly, he registered the sound of running water, clearing his throat before demanding answers. “W-Who’s there?”Damn, he stuttered. Way to be all manly and intimidating. A soft squeak tumbled out of the bathroom before the sounds of water stopped, soft footsteps walking across the tile before slipping open the door and making their way to Kagehara’s bedside.Kagehara flinched, unnerved by his inability to see, tensing against his restraints as soft fingers began to rub soothing motions against his clit.“You’re so wet…” A familiar, yet unplaceable voice murmured, free hand reaching up to brush back Kagehara’s bangs. “You’re going to enjoy this as much as I am…”“I won’t,” Kagehara quickly refuted, doing his best to wiggle his hips away, only for the hand by his head to dig its nails into his scalp. “Ow-!”“Stop being such a brat,” the voice huffed, and Kagehara stilled at the sound of a zipper. “For that, I won’t bother with a condom.”Kagehara gasped, struggling harder now. “No- no wait, c’mon, please-”Lips lowered themselves by Kagehara’s ear, fingers previously playing with his clit grabbing onto the thing resting inside of him and pulling it out thoughtlessly, casting it aside with a clatter and leaving Kagehara clenching at nothing. He whimpered as something soft and wet rubbed against his entrance, what he could identify as precum slipping down his thighs. “What was it that you said, that one time? ‘That bratty attitude of yours is hot too’? Or something like that… well, I can work with your protests, don’t think I’m not sick enough to get off on that too.”Kagehara froze, vague, half recalled memories pouring back to him. “B-Bonkichi?”In response, Kagehara was invaded by something far too large for him, a loud shriek splitting the air as Bonkichi slammed prepless into Kagehara’s dirty cunt. In a single motion, Kagehara’s blindfold was ripped off, teary eyes staring at Bonkichi’s cold gaze in the dark moonlight.“I hate you,” Bonkichi spat, beginning to pull out, only sparing a slight glance at the blood that followed his exit before slamming back in. “I hate you more than words can describe, Kagehara.”Kagehara let out a soft sob, unable to help how the heat in his gut stirred at Bonkichi’s words. If nothing else, if he couldn’t escape, then- then Kagehara would pretend, pretend so that he’d never have to think of this as him being the victim again.“I-insult me again,” Kagehara begged, rolling his hips experimentally to match Bonkichi’s thrusts.“Alright. Well, you’re a whore. You don’t have a single redeeming quality about you, except your pussy cumdumpster. I’ve never met someone so idiotic, and cowardly, and a million other things, but also someone so slutty,” Bonkichi growled, raking his fingers over Kagehara’s perky nipple and pinching it between two fingers.Fuck. That made Kagehara wetter than he’d like to admit, and more ashamed as well. His whole form trembled as Bonkichi continued to ram into him, head pushing against the deepest depths of his pussy. Kagehara whimpered as Bonkichi continued his cruelty, rolling his head back to rest on his pillow as he gave up, allowing Bonkichi to have his way. That was, until a sharp pinch alerted him to a pain in his thigh, glancing down to watch in horror as Bonkichi sliced a boxcutter through his flesh without restraint.“Please,” Kagehara begged. “Stop, please.”“No.” Bonkichi answered, licking his lips as he watched Kagehara bleed. “This is how you atone for what you’ve done to me. What you’ve done to everyone. Don’t you want to atone, Kage? Don’t you want to be a good person?”Slowly, Kagehara nodded, glancing at Bonkichi with watery eyes. “B-but violence doesn’t get solved with more violence, r-right?” Kagehara pointed out through trembling lips, forcing back the waver in his voice and failing.“Tell that to yourself. Tell that to the scars covering my body. The least I can do is make things even, slut.”Kagehara brokenly sobbed as Bonkichi stabbed the knife into his upper thigh, triggering a muscle convulsion so vigorous even Bonkichi looked a little surprised. Kagehara lost the will to argue, trembling and finally letting hot tears burn down his cheeks, trying to ignore the way his pussy squelched around the invading force, slamming him open to his very core.“C-Can you kiss me, at least?” Kagehara asked, craving at least some semblance of normalcy in the moment, an idea of love underlying every movement.Surprisingly, Bonkichi complied, pressing their lips together and rolling them just right, as though their mouths were made for one another. Slowly, Bonkichi invaded Kagehara’s unreciprocating mouth with his tongue, dragging the silver blade around Kagehara’s opposite side, digging the metal deep enough in the skin to scar as he doodled a heart into Kagehara’s flesh. Kagehara whimpered against his lips, finally moving back against him, much to Bonkichi’s pleasure. In some attempt to reward him, Bonkichi pulled back his knife, focusing on his thrusts into Kagehara’s tight, throbbing pussy.It was honestly better than he expected, to see Kagehara give up beneath him, to reciprocate if only to keep himself alive a little longer. Blood smeared across Bonkichi’s pants and the sheets beneath them, coating Bonkichi’s dick whenever he pulled out and rubbed against Kagehara’s bloody inner thighs. He could feel heat build up in his gut, how it oh so quickly became overwhelming. Desperately, Bonkichi kissed along Kagehara’s panting throat, watching his skin turn sweaty from their intimacy, the blood loss, or both.“I’m going to cum,” Bonkichi murmured.Kagehara’s eyes welled up with tears yet again, but he didn’t argue, didn’t say a thing as he allowed Bonkichi to do as he willed. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to grow sloppy, for Kagehara’s pussy to clamp just right, and a hot, goopy substance was exploding inside of him, leaving him to cry out and tremble.Bonkichi cooed lovingly, making no move to pull out, and instead resuming his earlier activity of petting Kagehara’s hair. “We’re dating now. It’s only right, y’know. You can’t seduce me like that, have sex with me, then refuse to do that much for me. You’re not that cruel, right Kage?”“N-no…”“Good. Make sure you appease me, because…”Bonkichi leaned down, pressing their chests together and whispering his filthy thoughts onto Kagehara’s lips, glancing up at him with half lidded eyes.“...the second I’m finished, I’m going to kill you.”