#yandere kamuegi

[theamityelf]

(Sorry, you can ignore me, but I do have to write some Toxic Kamuegi here just for fun. Also, this isn't anime-compliant, because the information the second game gives about Izuru Kamukura fascinates me.)

He'd expected the answer to be no. He'd thought that Junko had just been telling a really inappropriate joke. But now...Makoto had pulled his boyfriend aside to ask, and he'd gotten a confirmation with no hesitation. It was true.

"But...How could you do something like that?"

Izuru was staring in that way he did whenever he believed he stood to learn a lot from a conversation. The air in Makoto's room felt as dense as a solid. "You're upset."

"Of course I'm upset!"

"With me?"

"If you murdered the Student Council, then yes, I'm upset with you!"

Izuru looked bothered, and then he seemed to reject the feeling, his expression clearing.

Makoto shook his head in disbelief. "How...Why would you do that?"

"Are you asking because my answer will matter to you? You're already upset." His tone had flattened into a facsimile of indifference that Makoto could see right through.

"Yes, it matters! I want to understand what happened! Why aren't you answering me?"

"It wasn't Enoshima's place to tell you. You didn't have to know it was me. You didn't know those people well enough to care about them; I wouldn't have done it to someone you cared about."

"Izuru!"

"You only care because I'm the one who did it. You wouldn't be thinking about them now, if the culprit had been a stranger."

"What do you mean I wouldn't be thinking about them?! It happened yesterday!"

"Plenty of your friends are murderers. It's unfair that you're upset with me."

"How is this your reaction-?!"

"You're not supposed to be upset with me. It's not fair."

They were not talking about the same thing. Makoto took a breath to steady his head; the situation itself, the idea that Junko had just casually told him that his boyfriend had murdered a bunch of students and then his boyfriend had corroborated the claim, was already so surreal, but the fact that he wasn't even able to get a straight answer about what happened because his boyfriend was fixating so hard on...what? How much of a slight it was to him, that Makoto cared about the transgression at all?

"It's not fair?" he repeated.

Izuru dipped his head, maintaining, "You aren't looking at me the way you're supposed to. I don't like it."

"Did you actually kill someone thinking it wouldn't matter to me?"

"I killed someone thinking you wouldn't find out. Enoshima chose to be underhanded to upset you, thinking it would affect our relationship."

"You think it doesn't affect our relationship?!"

Izuru's head lifted, and his eyes seemed to focus in on him even harder than before. "What does that mean?"

Makoto just sent him a half-bewildered, half-helpless look.

"Tell me what you mean," Izuru insisted, walking closer.

"Tell me why you killed them," Makoto replied. "Was it self-defense? Were you-?"

"They don't matter; they weren't a part of what we had before, so they can't start to factor in to what we have now."

"They don't matter? I..." Makoto felt his expression falter, and he saw a responding flicker in Izuru's face- albeit subtler. "I don't understand how you can act like this. You always...You were nice. I mean, you weren't...always nice, but, you were peaceful. You were-"

"There's no reason to speak in the past tense; I still am everything I was." He'd never heard Izuru sound desperate before, but the agitated pace of his words, the hard, decidedly toneless voice with which he tried to correct Makoto, emanated a subtly frantic aura. "You promised me you wouldn't let anything someone else said about me change your mind about loving me."

"I do love you. But if you really killed someone for no reason-"

"You can’t break up with me. It’s not allowed. I’m not bored of you yet."

"Izuru, you killed the Student Council!"

"You will not leave me."

Makoto had barely noticed the movements while they were happening, but now it was clear that Izuru had gone to stand between him and the door. "Izuru-"

"I’m the Ultimate Hope. What greater purpose could you have in life other than making me happy?"

"What are you saying?!"

"My teachers don’t understand why I care about you. I can’t explain it. The only thing special about you is the fact that you make me happy. You’re as beholden to that talent as I am to mine. We don’t get to forfeit what makes us special."

"I'm not special. I don't have a talent. And I'm not beholden to anything."

They held eye contact for several seconds. It crossed Makoto's mind that he was confronting someone who he knew had just killed a bunch of people, and that he was alone with him now, vulnerable, but...but it was Izuru. And no matter how intimidating he was acting, it seemed important not to show him any weakness right now. Izuru was the one who broke eye contact, averting his gaze with the passionless observation, "We're both angry. We can continue this conversation later." As he turned away, he added, "...after I murder Enoshima." He exited the room and shut the door behind himself.

Makoto was chilled at the way he'd said what might otherwise have sounded like a wry joke. He hurried to the door, throwing it open and finding an empty hallway beyond. No sign that his boyfriend had just left the room barely a second ago, and no sign of which way he'd gone. "Izuru?!" He picked a direction at random and took off, hoping for good luck.

[charryflavoredblood]

Hey guys, welcome back to my youtube channel. Today I'm going to be calling an earth worm at 3 am.

Requests are: Open

Hi! I'm Charry. I write things....clearly. No but actually I do write things. I love comments and requests, please give me them.

I don't have many rules for requests, I'll update this when I get more.

I will write for

Danganronpa, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Miraculous Ladybug, Heathers, Inside out, The promised Neverland, Yandere. Other shit I'll add as I remember. I won't write for

Haikyuu. No. Not my thing.

K love u bye. Drink water. Don't die. Dying of dehydration when you have perfectly fine water is cringe. Dying is bad. Ew. Stay alive.

[starlightshadowsworld]

yo i love kamuegi and ur posts are appearing bc i follow the tag now WHAT is goin awn whats with that angsty makoto is slurring everything except hajimes name WHAT ANGST IS HAPPENING I NEED TO KNOW 👀

They have a brotherly relationship in this and Makoto was... Tortured by the future foundation like Izuru was by Hope's Peak.

And than they went all yandere Makoto will never leave us again and we'll keep him safe here.

And do surgery... And break his legs so he can't leave.

And Makoto can't speak much, just slurring his words but the first word he ends up saying without help is Hajime's, like Hajime... Hajime... please... Where ever u are please... Help me.

[drippingviolets3]

Directory

Rules:

Actual master list (organized by fandoms, not characters. Sorry for the lack of organization)

Danganronpa

Little note: If you want to, check out my timeline/AU for the school modes!

Fuyuhiko x Chihiro headcanons

Nekomaru as your dad

Kiibo x Shuichi: Matching outfits

Tenko x Himiko, matching hats

Angie giving Maki a pixie cut!

Kaede, Mukuro, Asui, and Toga cuddling headcanons

Ryoma with a smooth talking S/O

Korekiyo with a S/O who lacks motivation

Nagito’s S/O making a playlist for him

Nagito meeting a bible accurate angel

Mukuro x Kazuichi headcanons (random paring decided by a wheel)

SakuraAoi wedding headcanons

Mahiru x Sakura headcanons (random pairing decided by a wheel)

Yasuhiro x Junko headcanons (random pairing decided by a wheel)

Kazuichi x Buff! S/O

Gundham x Artist! S/O

A Future Foundation member climbs on top of Remnant!Nekomaru’s back

Makoto x Chihiro headcanons

Mermaid! Byakuya headcanons

Mermaid! Makoto headcanons

Mermaid! Aoi headcanons

Kamuegi headcanons

Demon and angel Kamuegi

Mermaid! Peko headcanons

Tokomaru headcanons (+Important A/N)

Mermaid! Ryoma headcanons

Mermaid! Kaito headcanons

How the remnants avoid the FF

Headcanons for Mama Kuzuryu

Rewriting Toko’s DID

Remnants of despair interacting with Makoto

Makoto capturing the remnants

Mermaid Chihiro headcanons

Yandere fuyupeko

MHA

Asui, Toga, Kaede, and Mukuro cuddling headcanons

Genshin Impact

World building for my SAGAU

What the cyro vision means (Father! Kaeya angst)

Talking about (some of) the characters in my personal SAGAU

Obey me

Attempted replacement AU: 1, 2, 3

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Hunting for Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QCz8a4

by Purpli

Makoto Naegi is the disgrace of the Naegi monster-hunting clan.

With the recent attacks, Makoto believes that he can finally prove his worth.

Will he be able to slay the monster or will he stay as a failure?

Words: 3186, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Kamuegi Week 2020 Purpli Edition

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Naegi Makoto, Naegi Makoto's Parents, Maizono Sayaka, Kamukura Izuru, Hinata Hajime

Relationships: Kamukura Izuru/Naegi Makoto, Hinata Hajime/Naegi Makoto, Hinata Hajime/Kamukura Izuru/Naegi Makoto, Maizono Sayaka/Naegi Makoto (one-sided)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Monster Hunters, Werewolves, Fluff, Yandere!Sayaka, Werewolf!Izuru, Werewolf!Hajime, Monster Hunter!Makoto, Monster Hunter!Sayaka, constant perspective change, sayaka is a little bit of a yes man, makoto has self image issues, because of his unnamed parents

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QCz8a4

[theamityelf]

I kind of love the idea of Makoto being yandere for his friends and Izuru being yandere for Makoto. Like Property Rights of the Ultra-Talented, except Makoto is completely in on it. He'd be a nice yandere.

[theamityelf]

Makoto pauses in the middle of brushing Izuru's hair.

"What is it?" Izuru asks.

They are in bed. Makoto is wearing only a pair of boxers, while Izuru is wearing an overlarge t-shirt and a pair of briefs. His head is in Makoto's lap, but he raises it slightly when the brush stops moving.

"Hm?" Makoto shakes his head dazedly. "Oh, nothing. I just...felt like I forgot something important."

Izuru sits all the way up (with the brush still in his hair), draws Makoto into a comforting embrace, and wonders whether it's time for another memory wipe. "Is it an unpleasant feeling?"

"Maybe a little. It's frustrating, because it feels like...whatever I forgot might have been really important, and I just can't reach it. But, I'm not upset that I feel this way. It's moments like these that I feel closest to remembering. When I'm not frustrated at all, it feels like there's nothing to remember, but right now I feel like I could get back to the memories, if I tried hard enough."

Izuru kisses him. "I believe you," he says, stroking Makoto's hair and enjoying how his head relaxes into his hand. "I believe you could find the memories, if you tried hard enough." He kisses him again.

Tomorrow afternoon, he decides, will be a good time for the memory wipe.

[theamityelf]

(Continuation of this, in the event Makoto does talk Izuru out of it.)

"Okay," Izuru finally says, after several minutes listening to Makoto plead his case with an unreadable expression. "I won't take your memories."

The frantic tension leaves Makoto's body. For a second, he just catches his breath. Then he says, "Thank you." It's the most earnest sigh of gratitude that Izuru has ever heard. Makoto seems to have willfully forgotten his anger at being kidnapped and deceived, now that his right to keep his memory relies on Izuru's grace. "Thank you, thank you!"

He gives Izuru a hug, which he gladly returns. His hand curls in Makoto's hair. His other hand rubs his back. That hand is still holding the syringe he would have sedated him with, had things gone differently. He'll put it away once this conversation has resolved.

He's glad that he doesn't have to lie anymore. Honesty is good for a relationship.

When Makoto's racing heart has slowed enough, Izuru withdraws from the hug just enough to rest his forehead against his. "But, if I start to think you'll be happier without them-"

"I'll be fine," Makoto says quickly. "Everything's fine, right? We're both happy."

"You understand why I had to do what I did?"

"Y-Yeah. You were...just trying to protect me." Makoto is such a bad liar, but he's trying so hard.

Izuru kisses him. Back before he remembered everything, Makoto always returned his kisses shyly. Now, he is not shy. Now, he kisses Izuru back with a deliberateness like he fully feels the weight of the choice.

Both are good, but this is new.

After a while, Izuru is the one who breaks the kiss. Normally, it would be Makoto; normally, Makoto laughs out of embarrassment or pulls back to ask a question. Now, he is blushing and still. "I love you," Izuru says.

"...Love you, too," Makoto answers, using shortness of breath to mask his hesitation.

Izuru tilts his head, and Makoto reflexively avoids his eyes and then forces himself to make eye contact again. "Makoto, if I could ask you for one more thing..."

"Sure, what is it?"

He caresses his face, with the hand that isn't holding the syringe. (That hand is on his shoulder.) "Kirigiri isn't here right now, but...I'd like it if you would verbally break up with her, now. I think it would benefit the health of our relationship if you weren't still carrying her weight."

There's a flash of noticeable anger in Makoto's eyes before he drops his gaze. When he meets Izuru's eyes again, the anger is gone. The effort it takes for him to manage such poor acting is unbelievably cute. "Okay. Then, she and I are officially broken up. It's not like she remembers me anyway, right?"

"Right." Izuru puts the syringe away and gives him another quick kiss. "I'm glad we can agree on where we stand. I've kept your dinner warm; you can come finish it now. Then you can have your bath, and we can both go to bed."

"Okay. Thank you."

When Izuru pointedly doesn't move, Makoto leads the way back to the kitchen. As he follows, shutting the garage door behind him, Izuru wonders how long this new peace will last. How long will Makoto's temper hold? How long will he himself continue to enjoy the mess of honesty more than the wholesome romance of all-forgiving ignorance? How long will a verbal disavowal of the undeserving detective restrain his jealousy? His need to excise her completely from Makoto's mind?

It all makes him very curious.

It feels as though he falls more in love by the minute.

[theamityelf]

Revisiting the AU where Izuru kidnaps memory-erased Makoto.

Izuru had been taught that the untalented are holding everyone back. He's introduced to the students of Hope's Peak, and he meets Makoto and pretty immediately goes "Luckster, average in every way, I can ignore him."

Except he can't ignore him.

He notices him. Makoto is friends with everyone in his class, including the more isolated in their ranks. He is many of the Ultimates' go-to person to chat with or ask favors of. Izuru would already have to upgrade him from non-entity status to entity status just on the basis of how gregarious and present he is.

But to add to that, he talks to Izuru. Often when he sees Izuru, he greets him and asks him how he's doing, even though Izuru's taciturn responses have done nothing to encourage the behavior. When Izuru tests him by actually giving an answer about what he's up to, Naegi gives replies like, "Whoa, that sounds hard! Is anyone helping you with that?" or "Oh, is that something you like doing?" and other things that are just bizarre from Izuru's perspective.

Naegi is untalented, save for his "luck", but he isn't holding his class back, and it isn't his luck that keeps him from holding them back.

And Izuru finds himself looking for Naegi when other members of the 78th class are present. Taking the extra millisecond to spot him in crowds. Tuning into his conversations in passing. He literally can't ignore him. His brain has become especially aware of him.

"He's dating Kyoko, you know," Enoshima says, because of course she notices even though Izuru hasn't mentioned Naegi to her once.

And of course he knows that Naegi is dating Kirigiri. The two aren't overly affectionate in public, but it's clear from the way they gravitate together, the things they say, the smiles on their faces when the other does something thoroughly in-character.

He wasn't thinking about being with Naegi in the way Kirigiri was, until Enoshima brought it up. Not consciously. He hadn't parsed his active distaste for Kirigiri, his mind's ungenerous fault-finding whenever she said or did anything, as related to his interest in Naegi.

Now that he does, he's relieved. He's identified the unresolved thing. He wants Naegi. It makes sense; Naegi is friends with every Ultimate, and Izuru is every Ultimate, in a manner of speaking.

As long as he wants Naegi, Kirigiri is inherently undeserving.

So he gets Naegi alone one day and explains things to him.

And Naegi gives him a sad smile and says, "Wow, Izuru, I'm really flattered! You're really great. But I'm actually dating Kyoko already..."

Izuru stares at him for a second, confused by the idea that this is at all an obstacle. He tries to feel out Naegi's perspective. "And...you don't want to hurt her feelings?"

Naegi looks uncomfortable. "I mean, that is part of it, but also I just like Kyoko, and I like dating her. You're really cool, and I like talking to you! It's just...Kyoko and I have been dating for months now, you know?"

"Yes, I know," Izuru answers swiftly. He feels dazed by the unexpected turn of events. On some level, it's a good feeling; he enjoys the unexpected, and he enjoys this new insight into Naegi's character, his wholesome loyalty.

Of course, he hates that it's being wasted on Kirigiri. He can be everything she is and more. But the fact that Naegi's loyalty reaches such absurd levels will make it all the more valuable when it is his.

Which means he shouldn't try to break it. Naegi's loyalty can't be the point of attack; he wants Naegi's full, unweathered capacity for attachment when they are together.

"Bummer," Enoshima coos. "You look so despairfully heartbroken!"

"I'm fine," he says. He knows that she will make her own assumptions about what his icy tone means. "I just need to end the world."

She grins. "Now you're talkin'."

He kills the Student Council, stokes the Tragedy. He goes along with everything Enoshima slides into place. When the 78th class is locked in the school, he isn't with them, but he makes sure he has plenty of eyes and ears in the building, even before Enoshima hijacks the airwaves for her killing game. He spends his time securing a perfect living space for himself and making sure it's well-equipped with everything he will need, which includes setting up a machine for memory erasure and, one can only assume, testing it on people.

(Because when he said "And the process won't hurt. I've made sure of it," in that one post, he must mean that something was done to ensure that the procedure isn't painful.

Depending on how grim one wants this AU to be, you could decide that the process didn't hurt in the first place and whoever he tested it on was completely unharmed. There's a somewhat comedic interpretation where after he tests it on someone he's got a little survey like "On a scale from 1 to 10, please rate your pain," and he gives them a treat on the way out.

Or one could go the grim route where people were in there screaming and he was just standing next to the machine, stoic, like "Not morphine, then. But at least in this subject the pain seems to stop after the procedure ends. Hmm. Not good enough for Naegi, but noticeably improving." The mental image of Izuru practicing mad science on other people like what was done to him interests me. If he is a more ethical and considerate doctor than the ones who made him, then that's a great break-the-cycle thing. If he's just as callous and dehumanizing as the ones who made him, or even more so, then there's a real feeling of misplaced retribution that is also fun. Like, he's not enjoying it as an act of revenge, but it's just a direct consequence of who they made him to be and the cruelty they showed him.)

Anyway.

After a year has passed, he returns to Hope's Peak. He slips in undetected by anyone inside or out.

He's a little early; he has to watch Naegi and Kirigiri continue to spend time together for a couple of days. But then, finally, Ikusaba drugs them all with a smoke bomb and they're dragged off to have their memories erased.

An hour later, he goes upstairs and finds Naegi strapped to a bed and drooling in his sleep, and he skims whatever monitors are present, to know that the procedure went as intended and his vitals are fine, and then he unstraps him and gathers him into his arms.

I'm torn between having Junko, Mukuro or both be the ones to try and stop him, but for the sake of this already-long post, I'm going to say Junko is in the Monokuma Control Room shooting Jin into space or whatever, so she doesn't know anything's amiss. Mukuro questions why Izuru is there, but he just warns her not to try and stop him or he will ruin her sister's game.

[theamityelf]

(Takes place in this Yandere AU.)

Ideally, the moment when Makoto remembered everything would have come at a time when he was alone, so he could process the information and collect himself. Instead, the pieces all came together in his mind in the middle of dinner. He was sitting right across from Izuru, who was watching him to see his always-rapturous reaction to the food.

And he remembered. The little recollections he'd had of a stoic girl, of a room that seemed to be his, of laughing with friends, clicked together. He remembered dating Kyoko, going to school at Hope's Peak, befriending Izuru, gently rejecting Izuru, hearing about the Tragedy, living in the school for a year, and then...

He dropped his fork.

"What's wrong?" Izuru asked.

"N-Nothing." His heart was racing, and he tried to keep the revelation, the horror, from his expression. He remembered Mukuro knocking all of them out, Junko...Junko and Mukuro were the Ultimate Despair, and Izuru had-! He quickly averted his eyes, shoveling food in his mouth to hide his reaction.

Izuru lied. He lied he lied he lied he lied he lied-

He could feel Izuru's gaze still locked on him. "How is it?"

"It tastes great!" It did. Izuru's cooking always tasted so good, it made his eyes water. But he didn't want his eyes to be watering right now. And he didn't want his voice to be shaking.

He needed to leave. He needed to...get to the school? To his friends? Just to get away from Izuru and the threat posed by his willingness to do something like this?

Makoto forced himself to meet Izuru's eyes and smile. "It's really good. Maybe even better than yesterday."

Izuru's expression was normal. Makoto hoped that meant he was convinced by the act. "I'm glad you like it."

Makoto let himself break eye contact, lowering his head to keep eating.

The Tragedy. There had been rumors going around that Izuru had caused it. That he'd killed the Student Council. Izuru himself had vanished after it happened. Makoto...he'd insisted that it must be a misunderstanding. Izuru wouldn't do that. He was their friend.

But now...too much started to make sense- horrible sense -if it was true. But what did he want with Makoto? Junko and Mukuro had seemed to have plans for them all, when they'd knocked them out. Why was Makoto alone with Izuru? Was there something that came next?

He needed to not think about this. If it came to a physical struggle or race, he could not hold his own against Izuru at all, so he had to make sure his reaction wasn't obvious. Just get through dinner, and once he was alone, he'd sneak into the garage. That must be where Izuru was keeping everything useful; it would explain why he told Makoto not to go in there.

"I, uh..." Lighter. His tone needed to be a lot lighter. "I don't think I can eat another bite." He forced a laugh. "It was really good, though! I'm just full. I think maybe I'll take a shower and get some rest. My headache is back." Please work, please...

"Your headache?" The words seemed to have the desired effect, based on the furrow in Izuru's brow. He got up from his chair. "I'll get your bed ready. If your headache is back, you should have a bath instead of a shower. I'll take care of that, too. Wait here."

He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, as Izuru left the room. He waited until the footsteps had made it all the way up the stairs before he got out of his chair as silently as he could.

Okay. No big deal. He just needed to sneak out on the Ultimate Ultimate, figure out where he was, find his family? Find the school? As if he could get inside, after everything they'd done to secure the place.

What could he do? What could he do? He had to do something.

He reached the door to the garage. Deep breath. He had to open the door silently; if Izuru heard him opening it, he could be back downstairs in two seconds. He turned the doorknob. Silently. Silently. Please, silently...

He pushed the door open. There was a faint creak at the hinge, and he winced, but he didn't hear any footsteps. He entered the garage and turned on the light.

His heart skipped a beat.

The contents of the garage...First of all, the wall where there should have been a large door to let cars in and out was replaced by a sheet of solid metal, making his prospects of escaping this way dubious. In the corner of the room was a desk with a computer and other devices whose names Makoto didn't know. A sleek black moped leaned against the far wall.

But most of the room was taken up by some kind of machine. It looked a little like an MRI scanner, but what it most resembled was a more compact version of the device he'd seen after being knocked out by Mukuro...and before losing his memory.

The door suddenly closed behind him, and he whipped around and saw that Izuru was here. He didn't look angry. His expression was calm. But he'd closed the door, cornering Makoto in a room with no other exits, and one of his hands was hidden behind his back.

"You are a bad liar," he said mildly.

"Izuru! I was, uh...I just...Sorry, I was curious."

"You remembered something." Izuru took a few steps closer. Makoto managed not to back away. It wouldn't make a difference if he did, anyway, save indicating to Izuru that they were no longer on the same side. "Or dreamed something. If you tell me what it was, I can tell you if it was a memory or a dream."

Those words, and the casual way they invoked the trust Makoto had placed in Izuru for the past few weeks, teased at the outrage he hadn't consciously felt building inside him. "I remembered the girl's name," he said heatedly. "Kyoko Kirigiri."

Izuru's expression remained very still. After a few seconds- enough for Makoto's anger to settle back into dread -he replied, "Yes, that was her name. She was the Ultimate Detective."

Makoto's heart faltered. "Was?"

A head tilt. "Are you worried about her?" Izuru took another few steps closer, and this time Makoto couldn't stop himself from backing away. He didn't have time to think past the reflex. "Is that why you snuck in here? Because you're worried about her?"

He couldn't focus on any pretense of ignorance he might have kept. Not with that critical "was" demanding his attention. And not with Izuru's gaze holding his so coolly, the memory of their past friendship, an awkward rejection, and their recent closeness looping through his mind. Why was he here? Why had Izuru taken him here?

"You're shaking," Izuru said. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not angry at you for remembering; you had no control over it. Matsuda's procedure was flawed in the first place. I've been working to improve on it for a while now."

Makoto glanced over at the weird machine. No...

When he looked back at Izuru, he was closer. And the hand that had been behind his back was now visible. He was holding a syringe.

"W-Wait!" Makoto said, though Izuru had already stopped moving. "Please, what happened to everyone? My class? Kyoko? Are they okay?"

Izuru flicked at the needle. "I almost wish I could tell you she's already dead, but I haven't been keeping up with Enoshima's game. You are a much higher priority."

Those words. So callous. How could he say something like that so casually? "What game? I don't understand!"

"And you needn't. Don't worry. Next time, you won't regain the memories at all. The improved process is much more precise. You will forget only what I want you to forget, and there will be no more dreams. You'll be happier once she's been burned from your mind. And the process won't hurt. I've made sure of it."

"No!" Makoto ran, and Izuru didn't stop him; there was nowhere to go. He already stood in the way of the one door. All Makoto could do was scurry aimlessly, just focused on putting enough distance between them that it felt like Izuru ceased to be a danger. "You can't take my memories! They're my friends; I can't just forget them again!"

"You won't miss them." Izuru was approaching slowly. "They don't miss you. She has forgotten you exist. You just need to reciprocate. This way, everyone will be happy."

"Izuru-"

"Weren't we happy before? Today, yesterday? You were happy."

"Izuru, I promise, I won't try to leave-!"

"I promise you," he said, backing Makoto into the wall. "Only happiness." He covered Makoto's mouth with his hand before more begging could come out. "I promise. Do you understand? You brought me from a state of despondence and disinterest, I will cure your excessive loyalty to undeserving people, and everyone will be happy. Now, I don't want you to go in upset. Can you relax for me, please?"

[theamityelf]

Sorry, another Yandere Kamukura scenario:

Makoto is already dating one of his classmates when Kamukura meets and falls in love with him, and Makoto is too loyal to be tempted away, so Izuru kills the Student Council and kickstarts Junko's plan just for the purpose of abducting Makoto after his memory is erased. (Junko didn't know he was going to do this; she just thought he was going along with despair once he sees Makoto won't leave his partner for Izuru.)

During the extra year in which Makoto was locked in the school peacefully with his classmates, before the memory erase, Izuru was setting up for their life together.

Then, right before the killing school life would otherwise have started, Izuru steals the memory-erased Makoto from Hope's Peak and leaves everyone else behind. Now Makoto doesn't remember dating anyone else and knows Izuru as the guy protecting him from the dangers of the ended world.

Maybe he even alters the memory erase while it's still in progress, to give Makoto the Kyoko treatment where he forgets way more stuff, so Izuru gets to fill in the gaps how he wants. And as Makoto starts recovering memories that contradict what Izuru has told him, it gradually becomes a horror story where he realizes he's been taken from his friends, something is happening to them (He doesn't know exactly what, because Izuru hasn't given him access to any TV.), and he can't leave.

Izuru has probably prepared for this eventuality and set up the tools for another memory erase somewhere in their living quarters.

[theamityelf]

(Continuation of this, in the event Makoto doesn't talk Izuru out of it.)

Makoto wakes up feeling dazed and heavy.

He's in a soft bed in a dim room. Exhaustion is still dragging his mind to a crawl; the only reason he woke this soon at all is because something absolutely delicious was just fed into his mouth. If the taste alone weren't enough to wake him, the noise it caused him to make by reflex would have.

A fork is withdrawn from between his lips. He blinks and sees that the person feeding him is seated on the edge of the bed. He stares, feeling like he should know who this is. He's spoonfed more of the warm, delicious meal as he waits for understanding to come.

Red eyes. Long dark hair. The name Izuru comes to mind, but he can't recall anything else.

Between bites, he finally asks, "What's...happening?"

Is that my voice? It's rough from disuse.

Izuru's expression is...neutral. But a soft neutral. "You didn't finish your dinner before, so you'll finish it now."

Makoto has a lot of questions, mostly orbiting the concept of "before" and how he can't seem to find a hint or trace of it in his mind. "I didn't?" is what he says, and then accepts another mouthful of the incredible food. If this was his dinner, why didn't he finish it?

"You said you had a headache. Do you have a headache now?"

He considers the question. His head...doesn't hurt. It just... "No."

"Good." Izuru's lips smile, very minutely and very briefly. It could almost be a trick of the light. "How do you feel?"

"Um..." He searches his mind for the right words. "Warm? And...confused. And..." Izuru's eyes are very focused on him, but he doesn't mind it; he's very focused in return, trying to find what he's supposed to know. But no memory is asserting itself through the fog or even squirming at the back of his mind, begging to be retrieved. When his tired consciousness combs through his mind, all he finds is the present. The past is...waking up in this bed a few minutes ago. There must be more, but he can't bring himself to worry about it all that much. "Safe," he finally says.

Now there's definitely a smile. Still very slight, but it stays in place for longer. "You are very safe, Makoto. So very safe."

He's definitely missing something. "Izuru?" he says slowly, and he's reassured that he got the name right when he isn't questioned or corrected. "What...happened today?"

"You don't remember?"

"No. I don't remember today, or yesterday, or...any day." He says it all very carefully, thinking this might be a very serious and pretty bad revelation, but Izuru accepts it calmly, so he supposes he was right not to panic.

"Yes, you've been having lapses in your memory lately. It's alright. I will take care of you, and I will make sure you remember everything you need to."

It still sounded like it should be serious, but if it was normal for them, then it made sense that Izuru wasn't making a big deal about it. "Then...where am I from? Do I have a family?"

"Your voice is so hoarse. You should rest." Izuru gathers the last of Makoto's dinner onto his fork and feeds it to him. "We can discuss more when you've finished recovering."

"Recovering?"

"From your headache." Izuru takes a napkin and wipes Makoto's mouth. "Get some sleep, alright?"

[theamityelf]

Okay, I gotta talk about the potential yandere interpretations of my recent Kamuegi fluff post, because I can't resist the lure to yandere, and because the fact that we don't see Sakakura means it's completely valid to say that he could just be dead, and the implications of that version of events drive me wild.

First of all, Izuru's knuckles were bruised. Of the ways to kill someone, I would say most of the efficient ones don't involve any impact to the knuckles at all, which means either that it started as a fistfight but evolved into murder, that Izuru wanted to hit him before killing him for some reason or another, or that Izuru punched him to death. Personally, I don't think the former would be the case; it is my opinion that if he killed Sakakura, he woke up that morning intending to kill Sakakura. So this leaves either that he made a point of hitting him first because he was mad or he just thought it would be cool to defeat Sakakura in a really personal/ironic way. Specifically because he bothered Makoto (assuming Izuru doesn't remember anything pre-Kamukura Project). And all of this makes his cuddling at the beginning really funny to me, and makes the fact that he "woke up" when Makoto mentioned Taka giving him a hard time really eerie. (Good thing Makoto was super clear about Taka being fine.)

Second of all, the fact that Izuru had other plans that day. Like, the meeting with Jin Kirigiri about moving the independent study time could have been both to secure his mornings with Makoto and a kind of backdoor alibi, for example if maybe he rigged Sakakura's phone to send a text from three cities away while Izuru was in the meeting, making it impossible for him to have killed him (if Sakakura is ever found, which I imagine Izuru would have taken steps to avoid). The thought of him ordering the events of his day in a way that would make it easiest to get away with murder, and the fact that he probably wouldn't bother doing any of that if it weren't for the fact that he wants to spend time with Makoto, is a cool thought. And I really get the feeling that talking to the headmaster about the study time and killing Sakakura were placed on roughly the same level for him. Just some tasks to get done that day.

And then thirdly, the aftermath. The next time Makoto sees him. The thought of Izuru either killing Sakakura (presumably hiding or destroying him) and then washing the blood off himself and going about his day, including walking Makoto back from class and having a cute little cooking date with him, or killing Sakakura bloodlessly but in a way that notably has to have involved bruising his knuckles, suggesting he made sure all the bleeding was internal. The idea of him not even mentioning Sakakura, just hanging Makoto's comfortable clothes up for him to wear, like, "You don't have to worry about that guy anymore. Why? Don't worry about it. We had a frank and civil conversation. Okay, we had a fistfight. Okay, he's disappeared and you'll never hear from him again. Don't worry; I'm not hurt."

(This post probably ruins the other one for some people. Sorry about that, lol. It could just be fluff! But the yandere interpretation is there if one wants it...)

[theamityelf]

I’ve been reading ur Kamuegi fics and o em gee the line “The forces of hope and the forces of despair combined can't protect you the way I can, and they can't protect you from me,” goes SO hard I lobe them <333

Thank you so much!! Yeah, I feel like that line is a big part of what I enjoy about writing Kamukura as a yandere; in a world where ultimate talents are functionally super powers, there is pretty much nothing anyone can do about Kamukura if he genuinely wants something, unless they get very, very organized and/or have luck on their side.

And generally speaking, neither of those things is the case, because most people don't know enough about Kamukura to even begin to know how to act against him, even if they could (which is at the very least subject to doubt), and I don't think Makoto's luck would directly interfere with Kamukura's yandere behavior as such; it would influence things in more long term, roundabout ways. In a manner of speaking, having Kamukura on his side in this way is already a super complicated manifestation of luck. It's like Kamukura said: No one in the world can protect Naegi as well, and no one in the world can come between them now.

[theamityelf]

Is all of this a ploy for me to get another Yandere Izuru x Makoto in? Yes. Would it still be hugely therapeutic for Hajime to escape whatever basement Izuru is keeping him in, find his boyfriend, and take him back from this paragon of talent disguised as him? Also yes. It can be two things!

Meanwhile, Makoto's people skills vs. Izuru's imitation skills. How long does it take Makoto to figure out his boyfriend has been replaced? (He probably didn't even know Izuru liked him.)

Hajime and Izuru being separate people and both liking Makoto is so choice.

Like, maybe Hope's Peak just used samples of Hajime's cells to make Izuru, separately from Hajime. Hajime doesn't know what they did with those samples until a guy who looks almost exactly like him shows up on campus one day, apparently talented in every way.

Hajime is mad, and lowkey devastated, that the program he signed up for that was supposed to give him a talent just made another version of him to be talented.

Makoto finds out about the Kamukura Project and the fact that Hajime signed up for something like that, and they have to deal with that. What do you mean you signed up to let them experiment on you? You mean they could have actually turned you into that guy? Hajime, genuinely, are you okay? They need to talk. Hajime needs to open up.

Maybe, for drama, Izuru has all of Hajime's memories in addition to all his own talents. It genuinely seems like he's just Better Hajime, to anyone who values talent over humanity. Hajime has to deal so directly with his beliefs about his own value. He has to look at this guy who is almost literally him-but-with-talent, and he has to be able to say "I still deserve to exist as I am."

Also, obligatory "Izuru cuts his hair and tries to take Hajime's place".

[theamityelf]

Wait, but also, in the AU where Izuru kidnaps memory-erased Makoto, we still eventually get Kyoko finding the files on all the other students. So it's like, "Mukuro Ikusaba, the 16th student, hiding somewhere in the school. Also, there's this guy named Makoto? I don't know, he was the Ultimate Lucky Student. I don't know what that means or entails. He feels significant, too, but I don't know where he comes into play."

Except of course, she probably doesn't confide this in anyone. But there is a point in the game where she knows there's another student in their class but not what the deal is with him.

The way I'm imagining the scenario, Junko was fully caught off guard by Izuru taking Makoto, and she restructured a lot of things to accommodate that. Either she goes through with the killing game right away, which will be the case in this post, or she delays it to track down Makoto. Maybe sends the 77th class after him; that is a cool scenario to pursue.

But for now, the scenario where she just starts the killing game without him. She left Makoto's room with his nameplate and everything, so now there's a question of, "Who's this fifteenth guy clearly represented as one of us who we've never met or seen?" Then they get to the courtroom and there are sixteen podiums, and that's like...Okay, noted.

Junko doesn't kill Mukuro, because in her mind she's going to confront Izuru later because she can't let this one classmate get away unscathed, and if she wants to confront Izuru then she'll need Mukuro.

Mukuro also knows that Izuru has Makoto. She's still pretending to be Junko. She's deeply worried about Makoto the whole time.

This feels so mean, but I am going to say Chihiro survives because the idea of training with Mondo is not suggested. The reason I'm saying this is to make it so we no longer have to worry about how the group will get through the final trial without Makoto to encourage them; they have Alter Ego and they have Chihiro, so their solutions are more in the spy thriller genre than the intended hope/despair stuff. The world isn't given hope, the killing game is pretty much a bust for both sides.

When enough cards are on the table that Kyoko can talk about Makoto openly, Monokuma reacts with extreme irritation, like "Don't even say that name in front of me! I'm still pissed off that he was taken out of play so early! To put a guy like him in a killing game- that would really pull the heartstrings! But I guess you wouldn't know, since you've never met him before. Puhuhuhu~" Very different to how he reacts when Mukuro is brought up.

Maybe at some point someone asks, "Could Makoto Naegi be the masked figure who attacked you?"

And Kyoko just goes, "No. Look at his file again; Makoto Naegi is five foot three."

All of this to say: Eventually some of these kids get out of the school, get their memories back, and find out that someone took Makoto. Maybe Junko even leverages this; maybe she induces them to recover their memories so they suddenly care about Makoto and then makes it a race to see who can find him first.

Izuru's secluded place is well secured against intruders, and his entire focus has been on "guiding" Makoto to love only him. He's not paying enough attention to the broader world to know that there's a hunt on for his luckster. That Enoshima's disciples and what remains of the 78th class are searching for him, the full weights of their talents devoted to the search.

One day the power suddenly cuts off, and Izuru sits up in bed at once. Makoto's just like, "What? It's just a power outage, right?"

And Izuru goes, "We aren't connected to the local power grid; we have a private generator. And it should not have failed." He gets up to leave the room. "Wait here."