For a long time they cry, and cry, and cry and scream and shriek like the world has ended and the sun has died and death stares at them in the face. But oh, that situation would have been too an apt description for the sheer agonydespairgriefpainsorrowangerhatelovesadness that just about consumes them.

It's awful and suffocating and they can't breathe. But they still cry, and shouldn't have their tears dried up from how much they've cried?

The screen has gone black long ago, but their eyes don't leave the screen and, screaming and crying and shrieking, they wail one single word:

Nanami. Nanami. Nanami. They scream, as if the prayer alone would bring her back.

A futile and foolish endeavour. Nanami is dead and isn't coming back.

They don't know how long they scream and cry, standing there as Nanami's experience in the maze and her death plays a loop in their minds, but the black screen flickers to life and Enoshima Junko appears, beautiful and victorous and smiling widely. She says something, gloats and chirps about being in their care, and in another world they would have fallen at her feet like she is god and they vermin not meant to exist. In another world, they would've become her followers, would've idolized her and done unspeakable horrors in her names. In another world, Enoshima Junko would become everything.

(This world is not that world.)

Right then, as the entirety of the 77th Class quiet down only slightly and look at that beautiful madwoman grinning at them from the screen — the screen where they watched Nanami die — the only thought that enters their mind is, This person killed Nanami.

This person killed Nanami.

This bitch killed Nanami.

Enoshima Junko killed Nanami.

They scream again, a wordless, animalistic sound that has no meaning. They scream in anger, in despair, in grief, in pain, in hate. It is not the screaming sob of those who will become the Ultimate Despairs —perhaps it is similar in its raw grief and despair but ultimately different— but disillusioned with visions of a despairful future and high on her victory, Junko doesn't ping on the abnormality of their behaviour, instead relishing in their despair.

It isn't until later much, much later — when she realizes that the 77th Class refuse to follow her instructions, when they not only launch raids and attacks on the Foundation but on the Despairs as well — that she realizes the brainwashing attempt went horribly, horribly wrong.

The brainwashing should've swayed them to her cause. Should've made them crave despair, made them idolize her, made them become an extension of her will and thoughts, tools of which to use to create her world. The point of showing them the video was to make them into Despairs like her, make them hers.

That is not what happened.

What happened is that Nanami Chiaki — sweet, kind, vibrant dead Nanami — becomes the revered god of 77th Class, not Junko.

They aren't hers. They are powerful, maniacs, twisted, talented, broken - and they are not hers.

(If the dead girl hadn't been so full of hope, so full of everything she loathed, Junko might've loved her for the sheer despair that overcame her when she came to that realization. Maybe she does, anyway.)

The 77th Class do not become Ultimate Despairs, but some may argue that the alternative isn't actually any better.

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This is just something I want to toy with. After reading "Extra Life" (sort of a Hinata/KamukuraxNanami fic, which is what pulled me into Danganronpa in the first place) I have become very fond of Nanami, enough to go watch the anime itself. And believe me, considering my complicated dislike of things that are canon and anime, that is a big thing. I'm still mad over how Junko got her way with Nanami's class. I get that it's because of the brainwashing video, but it still pisses me off. ...This is not any better, to be honest. I think.

Anyways, this will most likely be very short, like no more than 10 chapters, maybe five. And I don't know when (or if) I will actually update. :S Suggestions/prompts are welcome, though not promised to be written. I'm just such a dried up vegetable.

I suck at titles. Just saying.

~TenraiTsukiyomi