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AND SUDDENLY I RETURN

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by NAOMIX

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oh look, dingle rompers.

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超高校級の風紀委員 by アヅマ

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The rough patting to the hall monitor's back did succeed in breaking the chain of questions that had been floating around in his mind. However, the action just brought more tears to his eyes. It told him that he really was clinging tightly onto his aniki right now. Only he would do something like this in desperate attempts to try and comfort him. It made no sense though, how was he alive? Tear filled crimson eyes gazed up at Mondo, parting his lips a little bit in order to attempt to speak. What could he even say to Mondo right now? He was certain that the other wouldn't want him to start babbling about how much he'd missed him. Though, he still wanted to say that stuff him. After a few moments, he weakly started to speak, "A-aniki...aniki I..." Tears pooled from his eyes as a shaky sob came from his trembling lips. "I-I..." It was too hard to speak. His chest was hurting so much in the place where his heart was.

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He didn’t care that the other was getting his shirt wet. He gave him a few rough pats on the back as he continued hugging him. He thought maybe he could cause the other to snap out of his thoughts by doing such a thing.  “Oy, say something.” Ishimaru was gripping so tightly onto the back of his shirt. Maybe he thought Mondo would disappear if he let him go.

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"Pleasure to meet you too, Naoto!" The scarlet eyed boy gave her a friendly grin. It was soon after that he noticed that her lab coat seemed to be big on her, it's sleeves hanging down lazily. It confused him a little, but there were many people around who had weirder fashion sense.

Naoto was a bit surprised by the salute. “Naoto Shirogane. Nice to meet you?”

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"Yes, it was all the fault of Celes though. She'd told him a really elaborate lie about me coming onto her against her will. It made him really angry, so it made sense that he wanted to try and kill me." It still made him angry when he thought about it. Trying sexually harass a woman was not something that he would ever do.

Those words from Leon's mouth caused his eyes to widen significantly. If he wasn't the only one back, that could mean that there was a chance that Mondo was around here somewhere alive. A shaky breath left his lips as he clenched his hands into fists. Seeing Mondo again would be so great, he had missed that guy like crazy ever since he died. It seemed surreal that there was that possibility now.

“What? That nerd tried to kill you? I wouldn’t have ever guessed that man.” Leon couldn’t really bad mouth the other. He had killed someone too after all. Even though he wasn’t the one who started it. “At least you were okay in the end right?”

“Hmm.. that’s weird. Maybe i’m not the only one back. I’m not sure how though.” He wasn’t about to hurt anyone. He didn’t have a motive to do so anyway. If he was ever faced in another situation like that he wouldn’t do it again. That execution would haunt him forever there was no way he’d want to go through something like that again.

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Hall monitor there are people streaking in the halls and are invisible

"That's unacceptable! Such crude behaviour shall be punished!" With a frown the hall monitor crossed his arms over his chest. It was then he realized something odd about what they grey person had just told him. "Wait...invisible?" There wasn't such a thing as invisibility! First there was dead people coming back to life, then mysterious grey people and now invisible people! It was bizarre like some crazy dream. Was he dead after all?

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A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he saw the blurry, yet familiar figure, as it moved in front of him. It had stopped him from walking any further, but that didn't matter right now. What was clogging his mind right now was the fact that the voice seemed to have a owner.

Scarlet eyes were now wide as he felt strong arms wrap around him in a tight hug. The tears just kept flowing though, making the front of Mondo's shirt wet. That smell, it was definitely his aniki's smell. There was no mistake. However, how was he even here right now? Had he fallen asleep at some point on his journey? Was this some horrible dream reminding him of things he badly wanted? More sobs came from his lips, trying to take advantage of this smell and warmth as it lasted. Both of his hand had moved up to grip tightly onto the leathery material on the back of his jacket.

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Maybe he should have approached the other when they were not in a public place. He seemed to think he was hearing things though as he started crying loudly and walking off. Mondo would walk fast to catch up with the other. Moving in his way and stopping him before pulling him into a tight hug. He gave the little guy’s back a few pats. “Hey, don’t cry. It’s alright aniki, i’m not dead.”

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After taking a moment to clear his throat, he started speaking again. "Yamada hit me over the head with a hammer. There was lots of blood, and I almost died! Luckily, I managed to survive the blow, so I'm alright!" The reason he'd been so keen to kill him was because of one person. That person was Celes. She had told the other some stupid lie about him making a move on her and then he got extremely mad. Though, it all turned out badly for him and she killed him with her own hammer.

"I don't know! There's no logical explanation! I saw you die with my own eyes!" There were so many questions rolling through his head, but it seemed like the only choice he had was to accept what was happening. Though, the fact the other was a murderer, it made him feel a little uncomfortable. What if he tried to kill him?

“Yeah, you know. A really bad nightmare!” He watched as the other broke down in front of him. “P-Proof?” he listened quietly as the other explained why it couldn’t be a dream. ” You have a scar? From who? What happened? Does that mean you got out okay?”

“…If it wasn’t a dream then how come i’m standing here? I’m obviously not a ghost. I’m breathing and talking and everything!”

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There was that voice again, taunting him and reminding him of his aniki that he so dearly missed. Trembling had started to take over his entire body, visible to anybody that was looking..Why was he hearing this voice now? It was apologizing to him. It was those words that hurt so much to hear. Loud sobs started to take over him. Not wanting to make too much noise, he brought his one of his hands up to cover it. All he could do was weakly shake his head in denial. Deciding that crying in the middle of the pavement was a bad idea, he moved to continuing walking, wanting to get home and curl up in bed.

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“Hey…” He watched the other as he seemed to freeze in spot and didn’t turn around to look at him. He expected something like this to happen so it wasn’t that big of a surprise. He could tell that the other had started to cry. He didn’t even need to look at him to figure that out. “…Ishimaru.. i’m sorry.”

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Tell my muse how you'd fuck them in detail.

And they might even let you do it.

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"A....dream?" Unable to keep himself up any longer, he let his knees buckle underneath him. With a 'thump' he landed on the floor, his hands still grasping tightly onto his short hair. "N-no....i-it wasn't a dream!" He threw out one of his hands, pointing his trembling finger at Leon. "I-I have proof it's not a dream!" Tears stung at his eyes as he started to hyperventilate. "D-during my time there, I was attacked too...I-I still have the scar! How did I get this scar if it was a dream?"

“Dude… stop freaking out on me. I’m telling you, all that crap was a dream. Or at least I think it was… right? I mean, i’m fine right now. I even felt you touch me, so I can’t be dead.”

Ishimaru was certainly freaking him out. He had been ready to just deny everything and class it all as a bad dream but with how the other was acting he wasn’t so sure anymore.

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“How? I have no idea man, I just suddenly woke up and everything was fine. What are you talking about anyway? All that stuff was just a really bad dream right? ..Right?”

The hallucination was talking even more. It didn't seem to be an hallucination. It was like he was real. However, he had to confirm he was real before he believed it. Slowly, he reached out his hand, his fingers gently brushing against Leon's shirt. Scarlet eyes went even wider as he screamed. "A-AHHHHHHHHHHH!" It was real. It wasn't a ghost. That was so creepy! His hand jolted away from the baseball player as he took several steps backwards, putting some significant distance in between him and Leon. Was that set of events at Hope's Peak really a dream? If it was a dream, then how come he had the scar on his head from when he was attacked?

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"Heeeeyyy! It's mister I follow the rules all the time. How you doing?"

“W-w-w-w-whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” The scarlet eyed boy squawked loudly, his whole voice echoing around the entire area. “H-h-h-how?” This guy was meant to be dead! What was going on here? Was he hallucinating? Did he work himself too hard? Hands clenched to his head, clawing at his dark hair. His knees felt weak, like they were going to collapse under his body at any given moment.

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That voice coming from behind him caused him to stop walking and freeze to the spot. It was his imagination right? There was no way that he'd just heard it. After all, the owner of that voice was dead. He had seen him die.

Tears stung at his scarlet eyes as he fluttered his eyelids closed. It hurt to hear that voice, it really did. Hands clenched by his sides, his breathing growing shaky as he tried to hold back the tears from escaping. It was too difficult for him though, the boy was always too sensitive to things. The tears were soon rolling down in small rivulets on his porcelain cheeks, slowly dripping onto the pavement and making tiny wet patches.

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“Oy, Ishimaru…” It had been a while since he saw the other. Last time he saw him was before his execution. He still had no idea how or why he was back but he was. He wondered if Chihiro was alive and around too. If he could find the little guy he would have to apologize  Not that it would help.. what he did was unforgivable in his opinion. He wondered if Ishimaru would freak out after seeing him. He was suppose to be dead after all.

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Being a policeman had actually crossed the boy's mind many times over the years. Policemen had always been an influence on the way he acted. It was probably something that he would end up aiming towards. It was a big risk as he could get himself hurt, but he wanted to help protect people and keep order. Ishimaru wouldn't just give out random jail-time for stupid reasons, so Naegi was alright unless he did something that was particularly bad or against the law.

"Fukawa's probably not far from Togami's side. I doubt that he'd enjoy that much though." Back in Hope's Peak she'd always been talking about her love for Togami. It was a surprise that Syo had not killed him yet. Wasn't she meant to kill people who turned her on? It was confusing. Perhaps she liked Togami too much to kill him?

The shorter student was not surprised. He wouldn’t have expected any less from the super-strict Ishimaru that had kept peace for a good while in the past events. He wondered where hall monitoring would lead him in life, tough.  An amused gesture of confusion took over Naegi as he imagined Kyotaka as a police officer, but then his shoulders dropped a bit when he imagined him giving jailtime instead of detention. 

“That’s really good to hear. I haven’t seen Togami or Hagakure either. Nor Fukawa or Asahino. I’ve only kept contact with Kirigiri, but not very frequently.” He hadn’t wondered about that, actually. None of the people he met attended the same school, as well as nobody did before they met.