#(And Sonia's response to the White Day Drabbles!)

[more-than-a-princess]

"You know, I'm not sure I want to know how Souda-san managed to send White Day chocolates that are this bizarre," Mahiru complained, having spit out half of a gear-shaped chocolate into her napkin. Inside, candy popping crystals had fizzled on her tongue like soda, a feeling so unpleasant she couldn't even swallow the chocolate itself, as delicious as it was. Beside her, Hiyoko snickered, tossing her own White Day chocolates from Kazuichi into the nearby rubbish bin: obligatory, of course. For everyone except Sonia, whose own White Day gift was a mix of chocolate-shaped gears and hearts with more popping crystals inside, along with a folded note that, yet again, had begged her for a date with him.

Sonia winced at her friend's reaction: at least they were edible, to some degree, and didn't smell of oil and grease as Kazuichi himself so often did. An offense to her nostrils, though she tried to politely keep enough distance between them to spare her nose and her patience alike.

"I'm betting that Ruruka-san owed him a favor!" Hiyoko sneered, propping her chin up with one hand. "You have to feel a little bad for her, having to make something so gross for that greaseball. You're not going to try them are you, Sonia-san?"

Sonia gave them, and Ibuki (though she was too busy being both surrounded by chocolates and strumming her guitar to provide feedback on Kazuichi's chocolate), an apologetic smile. "No, I think not...they seem rather risky to eat, where one's taste buds are concerned," She decided, setting the bag back into the tote with the others. She'd come prepared that year: without a romantic relationship to speak of, there were quite a few students who hadn't bothered to hold back in giving her a White Day present in exchange for her Valentine's chocolates. Truth be told, she wasn't quite sure what to do with them all: she loved sweets, but she couldn't eat that much of it. Valentine's Day had defeated her, and even now she wondered if she might share some of the flavors she didn't care for, plum-filled pastries for example, with others. "Still, the gesture is what counts. Though perhaps not another proposition for a date."

"Yes well, he's a lot of things, including persistent," Mahiru sighed, shaking her head. But all four girls glanced over when they heard the approaching footsteps, saw the approaching shadow. A girl from one of the other main course classes carried a dessert, or so it must have been considering the raised stand it was set on. Striking, if not sharp, enough to garner the attention of most of the students in the courtyard, she stopped beside their table and inquired after her name.

"Yes?" She asked, setting her bags aside on the bench beside her to make space at the courtyard table, "This is for me? Thank you very much! But what in the world, who in the world would-"

But the girl didn't wait around to answer her questions. She left as quickly and efficiently as she'd arrived with little in the way of enthusiasm. Leaving the four girls from Class 77-B, Ibuki now intrigued with her guitar set aside, to peer over the elaborate dessert.

"So it's a cookie...and a cake? I'm not sure if that's safe or school appropriate, to be carrying a knife like that through the courtyard," Mahiru was the first to assess it, followed by a snort from Hiyoko.

"Looks pretty weird to me! Who serves a dessert for White Day with a knife in it?" She grimaced as Sonia reached for the knife itself, gently pulling it free from the cake. The ganache, in turn, began to seep out the open wound, causing the Ultimate Traditional dancer and Ultimate Photographer to both shriek.

"Oh, behold it everyone! See how morbidly charming it is," Sonia beamed. Usually such kind, cooing words were left to animals or children, though her warmth was now directed at the dessert. Holding what looked like a 'bleeding' knife in one hand, she dipped the tip of her index finger of her opposite hand into the sweet and tangy-scented ooze, gathering a bit of it on her finger before bringing it to her lips. "Dark chocolate....and wine," She decided with a nod, the knife in her hand bobbing as she did so. "A good consistency for blood, with chocolate syrup used in early horror productions. It is as delightfully macabre as it is delicious!"

"Whoa, look at it go!" Ibuki exclaimed, watching the ganache continue to spill onto the tray of the cake stand with zeal. "Hey Sonia-chan! With the cake and that knife, you're totally giving Ibuki a song idea! Ibuki's got it now: 'My boyfriend knocked me up and ran off with another woman so I stabbed him in the heart 20 times!'"

"Why do so many of your songs feature pregnancy, Ibuki-chan," Mahiru muttered, though she was quickly cut off by a flustered Hiyoko, cheeks reddened and puffed out in disgust.

"Eww...who sends a bleeding heart for White Day? It's creepy! The only person who could do that would be Breeder B-" Even Hiyoko knew when to stop, at least where Sonia and her failed past relationships were concerned. Mahiru and Ibuki both shot stern looks towards their friend before the former turned her attention towards Sonia with a sympathetic gaze.

"It's...it's fine," She swallowed. Her smile had faltered as soon as Hiyoko had insisted it was a creepy offering and remained when she'd mentioned him. "Gun...that is, Tanaka-san and I agreed not to participate in Valentine's Day or White Day with each other this year. After the events of last year. It would not be sent from him."

"Besides, that's not what's important!" Sonia continued. The more time she spent discussing him, the more concerned her friends would become. And an elegant chocolate dessert was the perfect method of distraction. "What's important is that this is lovely! I adore it, even if there is no indication as to who sent it."

"It has to be from a boy," Hiyoko nodded, squinting down at the dessert as if she'd be able to hypothesize the sender just by staring.

"But it could be from a lady, you know?" Ibuki chimed in thoughtfully with a grin. "A present from the world of girl love! It's slippery when wet!"

"Don't be silly, Ibuki-chan," Hiyoko rolled her eyes, Mahiru nodding in agreement. "Girls see Sonia-san as a rival, not a lover. What girl wants to date a princess? Totally unappealing: Sonia-san's the super girly type, and you're expected to date boys anyway, right Sonia-san?"

She wasn't sure how to respond to that: Sonia was used to having her life picked apart and analyzed by just about everyone. Her family, her nation, the press, social media, to name a few: it was as royal as the Crown Jewels and the annual Christmas card she posed for with her family. But personal interest that, in theory, was in contrast with expectation and duty? That was far less expected, at least beyond her hobbies. She gulped: in truth, she hadn't even considered the gift being from a girl, as elaborate as it was: it was practically a declaration of love, delivered in the gothic romantic style she found alluring. Girls, like Hiyoko had said, didn't take an interest in her that way, didn't they? They befriended her and she them, or they simpered and sniped and fought the way ladies were most commonly taught: through words and gossip and emotional attacks. Hiyoko herself was a master at that.

Sonia's cheeks reddened, though a smile and a look of contemplation waged war on her mouth: was it okay if such an elaborate gift was from a girl? Posing such a question to those at home had a clear answer, but-

She'd opened her mouth to reply to Hiyoko, but Sonia didn't have a chance. They were interrupted again, by a male voice this time. "Nevermind-san?" He asked, accenting her last name the way many students at Hope's Peak did: the western surname proved a challenge to elucidate at times, but she still understood. Looking over, she found a shy smile, a tall stature, black hair with a slight wave to it and an equally black school uniform: he stood out garishly in the courtyard, now filled with the first signs of spring and a sea of brown, Main Course uniforms.

"Yes, that's me. How may I help you?"

He smiled, perhaps a bit too comfortably for someone who didn't belong in the courtyard, or on the campus in general. He wore the Reserve Course uniform to the letter, barring the tie bar on his black tie: adorned with a crest, and Sonia guessed it was a family design. Uniforms were only as special, she knew, as the methods one used to differentiate themselves from the others. This was his. "I'm Hasegawa-san, Hasegawa Keitaro-san. I wanted to tell you myself, but liked the show, of sorts, of having your gift delivered anonymously. I sent you that dessert: you like horror movies, do you not?"

"I-I do!" She stammered in return. She was so often discouraged about discussing her hobbies abroad that they were mostly shared in the company of friends: her classmates and otherwise. All of her horror-themed attire and memorabilia was confined to her dormitory suite in Japan: unless he spoke to someone she knew, how did he even find out? Then again, his name did sound familiar...perhaps from one of her more recent visit to meet members of Japan's House of Representatives. She could've sworn she'd been introduced to a man who looked like an older version of Keitaro. "Yes, I do. Thank you, it's exactly the flavors and style I enjoy!"

"Oh, wonderful! That's excellent, I hoped you would," He replied, his shy smile slowly being replaced with a more confident one. "It's just that...well, I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you on a proper date for months and felt that, maybe, a White Day treat you liked would be a way to do it! If that's all right with you?"

The other girls watched with rapt attention, Hiyoko with no shortage of self-satisfaction as the scene unfolded. It was already so very kind of him to send her a wonderful gift, it would be terrible if he had to be subjected to her friends' conjectures regarding the cake. "It's Sonia-san here at Hope's Peak, not Nevermind-san," She smiled. "Especially for someone who understands my interests so well already."

"Sonia-san, if we stay outside, the cake filling might harden from the cold," Mahiru interjected, her smile awkward as she verbally cut in between the Reserve Course student's bold gesture and Sonia's delight. "And you promised Chiaki-san you'd continue with the majority of the sakura viewing party plans. Maybe...you could eat it inside with us?"

"Oh, that is an excellent point, I cannot neglect my responsibilities," Sonia nodded, turning back to Keitaro with a small shrug. "I'm sorry. I should like to continue our conversation further, but if we are to arrange a time and place for a date, it may be best to use SMS. My number is here," She reached for her mobile to show him her own number on the screen. Which he didn't hesitate to add, something none of the girls could ignore.

"Perfect, I'll message you then so you'll have mine and to make arrangements!" He grinned, giving her a small wave. "Thank you, Sonia-san. Please do enjoy your cake with your friends!"

He left abruptly, leaving the four 77-B girls to gather their belongings, Sonia carefully placing the knife back into the cake before putting the lid back on the stand. It would take some balance and care to get it back to the classroom without the filling dripping down the side: she didn't want to scare Mikan with it. The last Sonia had seen, the Ultimate Nurse had spent her lunch hour in the classroom and a dripping mix of chocolate and wine, especially on Sonia's hands, would likely propel a quick use of her talent when there was no injury at all.

@more-than-a-princess

"You look free. I thought you'd be busy all day, Shinobu-chan." Anzu sat down at Shinobu's side at the courtyard table, popping a handful of chocolates into her mouth. "What about White Day?" In response, Shinobu shrugged. "It's no longer feasible for me to deliver personally, and after the events of Valentine's Day, I have no great desire to see many of the girls to whom I owe reciprocal gifts." An obnoxious day indeed, the repercussions of which were still being felt at Hope's Peak Academy.

"So... what? You just skipped out?" To Anzu, that didn't sound much like her friend at all. What about the bonds of reciprocity or whatever? "Not exactly." Realizing that reading likely wouldn't happen with Anzu around, Shinobu shut closed their book and looked to her. "I gave my White Day chocolates to Miss Suzuki and Miss Nitta of our school, and Miss Iida and Miss Hirano of the neighboring schools, and asked them to make sure everyone got something."

That seemed pretty unromantic as far as Anzu was concerned, and with more than a little potential for disaster. "And, you think that's gonna work?" Shinobu pursed her lips and gave a small hum. "My expectation is that they will want to impress me by performing a favor. Furthermore, that there are two each means I should be able to trust that no one is going to run off with the entirety." It would get back to her if someone did. Accountability and obligation were strong motivators. The possibility of discrediting a romantic rival even more so.

Across the courtyard, Sonia was sitting with her friends, and not far past that, Shinobu could see Ayaka passing through the school gate carrying an ornate cake stand with a lid. "Well, as long as it works," Anzu said with a shrug, pulling the book out of Shinobu's hands to turning it around. "This looks kind of boring," she muttered. "Hey, if you're looking for something to read, Shinobu-chan, I've-" "Anzu." Shinobu's eyes flicked to Anzu for only a moment, her lips curling into a small frown, before she looked back across the school grounds. "Please be quite for a minute or two."

Although the dessert she'd made wasn't necessarily Ayaka's usual fare, it would be hard for anyone to deny its quality. A generous budget, a clear vision, and enough lead time to acquire a variety of expensive ingredients, sourced personally from Novoselic, France, and high-end Japanese farms, made sure of that. Still, it wasn't like Ayaka Sato to make a big deal out of things, and her tone was blunt as she stopped in front of Sonia and her friends. "Sonia-san?"

From the table across the courtyard, Anzu squinted. "Hey, isn't that Ayaka-san?" "Anzu." Shinobu's voice was sharp, imploring her friend to be quiet. For Ayaka's part, it seemed any indication that she had the right girl was enough for her, setting the stand on the table in front of her. "Anonymous delivery from Akagi Bakery." Once she'd ensured that the stand was secure and the delivery complete, it seemed as though she had no more reason to be there. "Enjoy."

Atop the stand was a large dark chocolate cookie, a perfect circle, that covered nearly the entire width of it. Pristine straight lines of white had been meticulously worked in to exact specifications, layering an ominous pale pentagram over the otherwise-black cookie. Firm enough to hold its shape even when applied a bit of weight, but with an inner softness that practically melted in one's mouth. The cookie itself, though, while impressive, was merely a vessel upon which to deliver the true dessert.

Positioned right in the center of the pentagram was a small, heart-shaped chocolate cake, surrounded and partially covered on top by red and white strawberries, sliced and arranged into floral patterns. A large knife, truthfully much larger than needed for such a cake, stuck straight upwards, the handle nearly touching at the inside of the lid. When pulled free, brought down, or otherwise moved from its position, the knife would reveal the last conceit of the cake - a warm, rich ganache made with dark chocolate and red wine, lent a brilliant dark red color by its ingredients, that flowed out in a way particularly reminiscent of blood. Some faint drizzling of the ganache over top of the cake completed the presentation.

"Whoa," Anzu whispered. "That's pretty fancy." Slowly, like a predator careful not to frighten its prey, she swiveled her head to stare down her friend. "I wonder who would have thought to ask for Ayaka-san's help." Shinobu's face was blank, giving as little away as possible, as they shrugged. "Miss Sato always accepts a great deal of Valentine's and White Day orders. It's not so unusual."

"Uh huh." Leaning forward, chin resting on her hands, Anzu squinted. "You're really not fooling anyone, Shinobu-chan." Shinobu frowned, yanking back her book, but making no attempts to begin reading once more. "Those television shows you like have poisoned your brain, Anzu. I have no idea what you're talking about." Even so, while she certainly wished to return to her book and otherwise put the day behind her, Shinobu found herself wondering what Sonia's reaction would be. Would she hate it? Find it strange? Refuse altogether? Or, perhaps...

[crazynekochan]

Bird Box AU

“What do you mean you’re going, Miss Sonia!?”

“I cannot stay when there is a possibility my country may be in jeopardy.”

The group faltered at her statement. Yukizome had only just left and already the class had segmented into groups. At the moment, Souda, Tanaka, Hinata, Kuzuryuu, Komeada and Nevermind deciding to stick together for the break.

Hinata frowned.

“…Jeopardy? What do you mean by that?”

Sonia sighed and turned away.

“Throughout Europe, there has been a supposed epidemic, what people are calling a ‘Suicide Sickness’. It is stated to not actually be a sickness or virus or disease, at least, according to what I have been told, it has been spread through outward stimuli, though we aren’t sure what it is exactly. All we can say for absolute certain is that a great majority of the sufferers are compelled to end their own lives by any means necessary, no matter the pain it will bestow onto them.”

A small grimace grew upon her delicate features and her hands folded into themselves, forming tight, white-knuckled first upon her lap.

“… It has been spreading rapidly and it is already likely well on its way to Novoselic. And as the princess, I cannot sit idly by as my people may start to lose their very lives!”

Her eyes met the group, determination and stubbornness, or rather both, lacing her gaze and her authority kept most mouths shut.

“…I will leave by the end of the day. Do not try to change my mind.”

“But Miss Sonia!”

Souda was never one to be deterred by mere ‘social cues’.

“If this is spreading so fast, you could die!”

“That is a risk I must take.”

“But-”

“Silence!”

Souda’s mouth snapped shut. Nevermind let out a breath, coated in exasperation.

“… I appreciate your concern but I have made my decision.”

A sense of melancholy filled the group as Souda huffed and turned away.

Hinata gave a cautious smile.

“At the very least we can make the most of right now right.”

Souda stood and moved away. A shared look of sympathy passed over the group. Souda and Nevermind had formed a close friendship after the former realised the error of his actions and perception of her. It must surely be weighing on him.

Tanaka rose to his feet.

“Worry not for my Pink Haired Paramour. I will aid him in coming to terms with the dire situation.”

Hinata and Kuzuryuu stood as well.

“We’ll help too.”

—-

Souda stood by the window with a deep frown.

But… A look of confusion covered him. He squinted at what had caught his eye.

Wha-

—-

“What the fuck is that?!”

The sudden speech from the sulking young man drew the attention of the remaining group.

“What the guck is what?”

No response. Souda started unblinkingly at whatever caught his attention. He moved away from the window.

Only to slam his forehead into the glass.

The others froze.

Souda pulled back before repeating the motion.

“Souda what are you doing!?”

No response other than a resounding thud resulting in a crack on the glass.

Hinata, Kuzuryuu and Tanaka moved forward as the slams grew more frequent and blood began to smear the broken glass. The class watched in varying degrees of shock and fear.

Souda struggled as their hands held unto his arms, his slamming finally complete shattering the window into bloodied shards.

Nekomaru and Akane latched onto the struggling teen whose glazed eyes remained entirely focused on his goal.

The suicide sickness had arrived.

—-

Lacklustre conveying of idea? Check!

(Is this based on the Bird Box AU that was submitted a while ago? Because I need to know for the tags

Either way I love it. It’s so dramatic!)

(Edit: Since there seems to be quite a confusion going on with this drabble I want to make it clear that I didn’t write it. It was a submission from my friend @mediamaxine. I never even saw the movie, so as much as I would love to give you more content in form of headcanons or what could happen after this fic, I can’t since I have next to no idea about anything)

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

Month of Drabbles Day 10: Diplomacy (Super Danganronpa 2)

Summary: Sonia Nevermind has always had a way with words. But how much use, really, does a diplomat have in a killing game?

Words: 2295

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, and suicide.

When Sonia Nevermind was five, she kept her twenty kidnappers entertained until she convinced them to send her back to Novoselic in a first-class jet clutching a suitcase of diamonds. When she was eight, she secured a trade deal between Novoselic and the United States which boosted Novoselic’s GDP by fifty percent within the first month. When she was eleven, she stopped a nuclear war with a tilt of her head and a few words from her lips. Her mother had asked her how she did it once. Sonia told her she said her “please’s” and “thank you’s.”

Sonia always found that she had a way with words. Of course, she had to if she wanted to be queen of Novoselic someday. Novoselic had the highest civilian to militia ratio of any country in the world, but its tiny size meant that a good leader must use words instead of brute force in foreign relations if she wanted her country to survive. Despite this, everyone was surprised when at age twelve; Princess Sonia Nevermind became the head of foreign relations in Novoselic.

There were people that called her the Ultimate Princess. Sonia thought that that would probably mean something a hundred years ago when there were more princesses in the world. It pained her to think that she only had this title from her birthright and not from any talent of her own.

When she was accepted into a school in Japan because of this birthright, she didn’t feel the excitement that she thought she should have. Here was another prestigious school that wanted Sonia Nevermind not for her skills but for her bloodline. It was richer and better staffed than any school in her entire kingdom, but she was about to reject the invitation when it hit her.

Here was the best school in the world. Everyone who graduated from it was set for life. Sonia would have been set for life anyway, but Hope’s Peak Academy might take what skills she had and amplify it by tenfold. She had to go to this school. After all, wasn’t it a queen’s duty to become the best person she could for the subjects of her kingdom? Sonia proudly entered herself into Hope’s Peak Academy as the Ultimate Princess.  If she was going to become a leader, she should try to grow fond of the position before the end of high school.

~

Except…in high school, Sonia didn’t get to lead. She led a group of girls onto the sandy beaches to enjoy themselves, but that was the end of it. When the black and white bear appeared and announced that she and her classmates will be killing each other, a Byakuya Togami immediately took charge. Sonia didn’t have to worry about protecting everyone anymore-someone else was doing that for her. This newfound freedom was almost euphoric.

And then Byakuya Togami was found lying face down under a table and covered in blood. Teruteru Hanamura was the killer. If Sonia had been aware of what Nagito Komaeda was planning, would she have been able to convince him to put his knife down? If Sonia had beaten Byakuya to taking charge, would she be the one lying face down on the wooden floor of the old hotel?

Sonia had disarmed bombs with her smile. She had stopped armies in their tracks with just a few words. She had saved millions of lives with a firm handshake and steady eye contact. So why, oh why, could she not save the lives of two classmates?

~

After Teruteru was dropped into that volcano, Sonia decided that letting someone else take charge was a luxury she did not have. If she simply took absolute power over her class, there’s bound to be opposition. That was not the way Sonia Nevermind did things. A good princess-a good diplomat-was to find the core problem and to solve it while the smile on her face never wavers.

The core problem with this class was that they didn’t trust each other. That was a given, seeing how they’ve only known each other for a few days and one of their classmates just killed another. This class needed to do more activities together.

Sonia organized a “girl’s only” party. She took a page out of Byakuya’s book. What better way to unite half the class than to have a party? It was going to be on a beach in the bright daylight, with no circuits to break and no floorboards to stab through. When Hajime Hinata and Kazuichi Soda decided to tag along too, Sonia didn’t mind. As long as Kazuichi didn’t try to hit on her, she was happy to have more of the class along. Some of the girls were missing, but the classmates who were her were happy. What’s the worst that could happen?

~

The worst that could happen was Kazuichi finding the dead body of Mahiru Koizumi lying in front of a door in the beach house. As Sonia stared at the blood-soaked corpse, she wondered if Mahiru would still be alive right now if she had been more insistent that she joined her party.

At the trial, Ibuki Mioda revealed that she was going to go with Mahiru had she not already agreed to come to the party. So Mahiru’s death was all Sonia’s fault, then. If she’d never arranged this beach party Ibuki would have been there to stop Peko Pekoyama from swinging that deadly baseball bat and none of this would have happened.

Peko claimed that she was Sparkling Justice, the serial killer that Sonia admired so. Something was wrong. Sonia tried to say something, but her classmates all talked over her. She felt a rush of anger. Why weren’t they listening to her? Wasn’t she their princess?

Peko Pekoyama had been lying about being her friend the whole time. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu had been lying about his history with Peko. Hiyoko Saionji lied about small things, but those small things had almost gotten Sonia’s entire class killed.

Sonia turned away as the straw robots on the screen plunged their swords deep into the body of Mahiru’s killer. She had seen through the lies of countless politicians and diplomats. Why couldn’t she see through the lies of her classmates?

~

Monokuma announced something he called the “despair disease.” Again, no one in the class was willing to lend their ear to what their princess had to say. Sonia decided then that if she was going to unite this class, she would have to start with individuals. And it seemed that most of the class was more than happy to be friends at Sonia’s request-except for one Hiyoko Saionji.

Hiyoko Saionji was a challenge, Sonia decided. The rest of her class had their differences, but they at least tried to get along, if only to survive. Hiyoko, on the other hand, had shut herself off from everyone. The only person exempt to her rotten attitude had her head split open with a metal bat.

Sonia wasn’t sure why she tried so hard to befriend this rude girl. Was it because she just enjoyed this challenge? Was it because she wanted everyone to get along that badly? Was it just out of pity for this girl who had lost the only person that cared about her on this island?

A day passed after Sonia told Hiyoko about that mirror in the studio. Ibuki hung from the ceiling. Hiyoko was strapped to a pillar. Once again, Sonia was responsible for the deaths of her friends. If only she had been kinder to Hiyoko. If only she’d volunteered to take care of her sick classmates with Mikan. If only she had done something.

~

Sonia gave up on being a good leader after Mikan left them. She would rather spend the night after the trial sitting on the beach, Gundham Tanaka at her side, chatting about hamsters or horror movies or demonic rituals. Gundham told her about the poison in his blood. Sonia smiled. Her blood was no good, either, not because of poison, but because of a family and responsibilities she was beginning to wish she never had.

If Kazuichi was glaring at her and Gundham angrily, then so be it. She was finished dancing around others with her words. Maybe if she was lucky, Kazuichi would realize that Sonia was no longer the perfect princess he thought she was.

~

Monokuma said that he was leaving Sonia and the others to starve to death in the Funhouse unless a dead body was found. Sonia decided then that she would accept her death with dignity.

Had it been a week and a half ago, Sonia would have taken her own life at the first opportunity in order to free her classmates from starvation. A princess should not simply sit and watch her people suffer, nor should a princess ever take an innocent life. Sacrificing herself for her subjects would have been a great honor for the Ultimate Princess.

But these were Sonia’s classmates; not her subjects. Sonia was not their princess. She had long since decided that her title of princess had no use on this island, but that didn’t mean she was allowed to panic and scream like a child. She found that she cared about her classmates, and so Sonia resolved to keep them calm in their final moments, so that they could slip out of the world of living not with a shout, but with a whisper.

~

Nekomaru Nidai’s metallic parts lay scattered on the floor. Hajime and Nagito present argument after argument of Gundham’s guilt. In the end, not even Sonia could prevent the truth.

Gundham told her to keep living, so she promised to do just that. As she ran into the execution grounds to scoop up the Four Dark Devas of Destruction, she realized something: if she had not helped convince everyone to ride that roller coaster that brought them to the Funhouse, none of this would have happened.

Sonia always found that she had a way with words, but now she realized that her way was simply making the poison that poured out of her mouth taste sweeter. How many people had she led to the deaths of already?

~

Nagito Komaeda was planning to blow up the entire island. Sonia searched for the bombs along with the others. She wanted to save her own life, but she also wanted to save the lives of her classmates. That feeling of responsibility towards these other Ultimates has not gone away. But this time, instead of protecting them as their princess, Sonia would be protecting them as their friend.

When she saw the streams of fireworks shoot into the sky in colorful bursts, Sonia thought her heart would stop with relief. Now that she was certain she wasn’t going to blow up in the next few hours, she went to study the weaponry on the fifth island. If any of that equipment worked, Sonia planned to use her expertise to fight her way out of Jabberwok Island. After nine deaths, she hardly had any patience left over for words-sweet or poisonous. A princess did not point weapons at the innocent, but Monokuma was not innocent.

A fire started in the warehouse, resulting in the discovery of Nagito’s mangled body. Sonia knew she should have been horrified. Maybe she was, but that feeling of guilt that lingered after every previous death no longer lingered here. All these horrible injuries on Nagito’s body could not have been caused by her. She was only responsible for finding the killer of this case and bringing them to justice.

~

She was responsible for suggesting that her friends throw the fire grenades that killed Nagito Komaeda. Why couldn’t they have just poured water? They were on an island, for goodness sakes! Because of Sonia’s carelessness-because of her sweet words-everyone on this island was about to die.

She told everyone to vote for her. She was the one that suggested the fire grenades. She might as well have been Nagito’s killer. She wasn’t sure if she was so willing to sacrifice herself out of love or responsibility but it didn’t really matter anymore.

Chiaki Nanami suggests that she may be the traitor that threw the poisoned fire grenade. No, Sonia decided. She didn’t care if Chiaki was lying or not. This was the final straw. She couldn’t let another classmate-another friend die from her mistakes.

Chiaki wasn’t the traitor, Sonia declared. Sonia didn’t care that pointing out that she knew about the fake bombs made her more suspicious. She was ready to die. Over the past few weeks Sonia’s words have caused so many deaths. Her lack of words has caused so many deaths as well. Maybe this time she could use her words properly like she used to and save just one more life.

Hajime refuted her every argument. Sonia wasn’t sure when tears started pouring down her face, but she didn’t attempt to wipe them away. If she were still in Novoselic, these tears would have tarnished her image. Now, she didn’t care.

Sonia stared at the screen in the trial room as it showed her images of Chiaki Nanami running desperately from her inevitable death. She was never going to be a princess again. She was never going to be a queen. She was just Sonia Nevermind, whose sweet and deadly words killed whether they were used or not.

~

Sonia always found that she had a way with words. With her charm and wit, she could almost control the world. She could save the lives of millions of strangers with her words, so why?

Why oh why, could she not save the lives of eleven innocent friends?

[sakurablossomstorm-blog]

I wrote a little snow day triplet drabble for you all! 

Also on ao3

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2015

“Do you think they like it?”

“I don’t know. Wesley looks pissed off.”

“Language, Benjamin!”

“What? He does!” Ben said, looking down at Wesley. Sure enough, the 14 month old did look incredibly pissed off in his snowsuit. Clearly, the white falling snow flakes didn’t capture his attention as much as his siblings.

It started snowing heavily last night, and Leslie was adamant that she took the triplets out for their first ever snow day. Last year they were born just before Christmas and were premature. Neither Ben or Leslie wanted to risk their newborns outside in the snow, and kept them inside instead.

But now, the triplets were kind of walking and babbling excitedly at the snow. So, Leslie bundled them up in their snowsuits and took them outside in their garden. Right now, Leslie held on to Sonia and Stephen, keeping them steady as they examined the snow, and Ben held Wesley, who was not interested in getting down any time soon.

Sonia reached out and put a glove covered hand into the snow. She grimaced, and looked back up at Leslie.

“Is it cold, Sunny?” Leslie said to her daughter. Sonia just whimpered in response, trying to clear the snow off her hand.

“Ok, maybe that’s enough snow for today,” Leslie said, noticing that Sonia was maybe two minutes away from a screaming fit. “We can go back inside and drink chocolate milk instead.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ben said.

They were about to turn back to go inside when Wesley started wailing and pointing back at the snow.

“Oh,” Ben said, trying to calm Wesley. “I was wrong, he did like it.”

“Wessy, it’s ok,” Leslie said, whilst trying to keep Sonia and Stephen from wandering off. “The snow isn’t going anywhere.”

That didn’t stop Wesley from crying. Ben looked back out at the weather and sighed.

“I can stay out with him for a little longer, he seems to be enjoying himself,” Ben said, pulling Wesley’s hat a little further down.

“Alright, I’ll get some coffee going for when you get back,” Leslie said, leaning in and kissing Ben quickly, so that he could get back outside and appease Wesley.

Sure enough, as soon as they stepped back outside, Wesley stopped crying, and fell silent as he looked at the snow.

“I know,” Ben said to his son. “This is my favourite time of year too.”

~~

2018

“He needs a nose,” Sonia said, staring at the snowman.

“That’s fine, we have carrots in the kitchen,” Leslie said, and she quickly hurried inside to grab the carrots. She came back with three in her hands and held them out.

“Which one do you think would make a good nose?” she asked the children. Each of them gathered around and thought.

“I like that one,” Wesley said, pointing at a slightly crooked carrot. “It looks like Daddy’s nose.”

Leslie stifled a giggle as the triplets agreed and picked the crooked carrot. Stephen took it and tried to put it on the snowman’s face.

“Mommy, I can’t reach,” Stephen mumbled.

Leslie dropped the other two carrots in the snow and picked Stephen up so he could put the carrot in place. Soon, the snowman was complete and the triplets were happy with their creation.

“What are you going to call him?” Leslie asked.

“Snowy!” Sonia blurted out, and Wesley and Stephen nodded along.

“Snowy sound great,” Leslie said.

She turned when she heard a noise behind her. Ben had just returned from work and was starting dinner, he waved at his family through the window and started rooting around the kitchen.

“I think this is probably the best snowman ever,” Leslie told the triplets, who all beamed with pride.

She knew that she’d have to hold them while they cried after the snowman melted, but right now, it was all worth it.

“Honey,” she heard Ben call from the kitchen. “Where’s the carrots for dinner?”

Leslie smirked a little, and kicked snow over the two carrots on the ground.

“I have no idea.”

~~

2021

“How many snowballs do we have?” Stephen asked.

Wesley quickly totalled up the piles. “We have fifteen.”

“Do you think that’s enough?”

“I don’t know,” Sonia jumped in. “But I don’t want to go back other there. He might see us.”

The boys both agreed. They were all safe behind the barrier they had made of snow covered lawn chairs.

Stephen peered behind the barrier. “I can’t see him. Has he given up?”

“Do you think? Have we won?” Wesley said excitedly.

“Guess again!” Ben’s voice cried out as he towered above his children, holding a snowball in his hands.

“Attack!” Sonia screamed, and each triplet grabbed a snowball and started pelting them at Ben.

Ben yelped and tried to cover his face as his children threw all of their snowballs at him.

“Alright! I give! I surrender!” Ben cried out as one snowball hit him on the jaw.

The triplets cheered at their victory, and Ben rubbed his face, immediately regretting taking the kids to a batting cage last week.

Wesley, especially, had a pretty good aim.

~~

2029

“Sonia! Come here quick! It’s an emergency!”

Sonia opened the door to the backyard and folded her arms. “What kind of an emergency?”

Stephen looked desperately at her. “Come here, please, it’s urgent!”

“Oh really?” Sonia said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s urgent? Is the urgency Wesley hiding under that snow pile next to you?”

Stephen groaned, and the snow pile next to him moved, and Wesley sat up from it.

“How did you know?” Wesley asked, brushing snow off his face.

“I saw you two setting up earlier. Really guys, this is a terrible prank,” Sonia said.

“But it would have worked if you didn’t see us,” Stephen said. “And it would have been hilarious.”

Just then, Sonia heard footsteps in the kitchen. “Dad’s coming. Wesley, cover yourself back up!”

Wesley immediately lay back down in the snow, and Stephen rushed to cover him. A few moments later, Ben came up behind Sonia.

“The body in the snow trick again?” Ben asked her, and she nodded.

“Please just go and pretend to be scared,” Sonia pleaded her dad, and Ben laughed.

“I have a better idea, how about we go for hot chocolate instead?” Ben suggested, and Sonia nodded.

“Sure!”

“Dad! Come here, it’s an emergency!” Stephen yelled from the garden. “I’m stuck!”

“That’s ok, Stephen,” Ben called back. “It’s going to start raining soon, that snow will ease up before you know it.”

He closed the yard door, leaving Stephen and Wesley alone in the garden, pleading to be let back inside.