AN: So, I've been gone from for a while now, because I got burnt out of writing. To get me back into the groove, I decided to write a small series of drabbles for a talentswap AU I've been creating for DanganRonpa. None of these are in any sort of order and are generally just thrown around the timeline.

Also, they are all based around Junko Enoshima who in this universe is the Ultimate Hope instead of Makoto.

Disclaimer: All copyrighted materials belong to their respective creators and are not owned by me.

Did The Messiah Descend From Heaven To Bring Hope?

by Anju Addams

"Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you."

- Colossians 3:13

Forgive

Hope.

To the girl named Junko Enoshima, that word meant so much. From the moment of her birth, to now, hope had been a part of her life. After all, without hope, she never would have survived that accident so many many years ago. Without hope, she would have been lost on the day she received news of her parent's murders. Without hope, she would have been distraught when her only sister vanished for years on end, or when her beloved Yasuke had been brutally killed by someone masquerading around as her own self.

Without hope, Junko would never have lived at all. So, with all her might, she believed. She believed, even when so many others fell into despair, in hope. At that time, people needed hope, she realised and with that hope, she met as many as she could, hoping herself that she could somehow save them. Perhaps she had or perhaps she hadn't saved anyone at all, she wondered sometimes. But it didn't matter, as long as she tried, as long as she hoped, she could save anyone, including those children she had met, on the rooftop of their own school, some time ago. Even when she'd woken up, trapped inside Hope's Peak Academy and forced to suffer through the Mutual Killing Game, she'd kept that feeling of hope deep in her heart.

And now here she was, facing down the one behind it all.

"So, my dearest darling sister. What do you think? Are you in Despair yet?" taunted the Mastermind, her blackened lips pulled up into a sinister smirk. "How does it feel, knowing your own sister is the one behind everything? You must feel pretty shitty right now, huh?"

At that moment, standing in that horrid room with the rest of the survivors, Junko Enoshima had no words. She wasn't really shocked, not at all, since she and the others had worked it out moments earlier, but the sight of Mukuro Ikubusa's freckled face taunting her from across the room had left her slightly speechless. The only thing she could really do was adjust the white hoodie she was wearing rather awkwardly, and avert her gaze to the floor.

"Hahaha!" Mukuro laughed, pushing the gaudy crown she was wearing, higher on her head. "Did I finally get to you? Perhaps I should have done this a long time ago." Suddenly a sinister glint entered her eyes and she leant across her podium. "It was me you know. The one who killed our parents I mean. Oh, and Yasuke as well. It was pretty hilarious actually. So, tell us all, just how are you feeling? Do you hate me yet? Do you want revenge? Well?"

"...give you."

The words were said so quietly and gently, that Mukuro thought she might have misheard them. "Care to repeat that?" the Ultimate Soldier turned Despair growled out.

Red locks of hair, bunched in ponytails, fluttered as Junko looked back up at her sister. Gazing at the girl in front of her, her vibrantly red eyes softened with love and a gentle, genuine smile spread across her lips.

"I forgive you." Junko Enoshima said. "For all of it. For everything that you have ever done. I forgive you."

Enraged, Mukuro slammed her white and black gloves into the podium. "Why!" she spat. "After all that, after all I did, that's all you can say? You forgive me!?" The despairing girl pointed a shaking finger at her twin sister.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed. "I've always hated you, ever since you drove me away with your hope this and hope that bullshit! But, I saw the truth. Humans are disgusting, sick creatures that crave despair. That's why I gave them exactly what they wanted. That's why I want you to give me what I want! I want you to hate me, to despise me, to fall into despair!" She was panting now, face flushed with ecstasy. "So, why don't you?"

"Because you're my sister and I love you." came Junko's gentle reply as she absentmindedly fingered the cross around her neck. "Even then, the Lord says that we should forgive people of their transgressions. No matter what you have done, I can't hate you."

"You keep harping on and on about that stupid religious shit. You really do think you're some kind of messiah. How arrogant." Mukuro whined.

"No." responded Junko. "All I want to do is bring people hope. What's wrong with that? Without hope, what is the point of anything? But I promise you, I will save you and I will give you the hope you need."

"Disgusting." The Ultimate Despair sneered, turning towards the other students who had been watching the exchange quietly. "Do you think my stupid braindead sister is right? Don't you want to kill me in revenge, for all I've done?"

How dare you insult Junko-dono like that?" came the cry from the largest figure in the room, a seemingly overweight boy in a pair of wrestling shorts and a luchador mask. "I, Hifumi Yamada, Ultimate Martial Artist, owe my life to Junko-dono. Without her, I would have become a killer in my moment of weakness. She brought hope into my life once more!"

"Not exactly how I would have phrased it, but good points nonetheless." A purple haired girl in a thick purple sweater spoke up. Reaching up behind her ear with a blackened and burned hand, she pulled out a pencil and began to tap it against the side of her podium. "Junko has indeed helped us see hope and while we can't forgive you, you don't deserve to die. We should try and save you instead. In fact, it's given me a new idea for a book. I've written too many detective novels and murder mysteries, so it's time for a change of pace. I think a romantical story about hope is what the world needs right now."

"Kirigiri's right you know!" a red-headed looking punk shouted. "When I was small I always hoped that I would become a rockstar and look where I am now, Ultimate Idol, baby! So if Enoshima says to save you and to make you believe in hope, then I ain't got no beef 'bout it, see?"

From the podium next to him, came a long-suffering groan. "Why the hell do I have to put up with you lot? All I want is my fucking laptop back." The speaker was a young girl, with blue hair that hung around her in thick greasy curls. An orange smear of food was plastered across her lips and other strange stains were dotted about the simple black and white shirt and blue short-shorts she was wearing. "I don't really care one way or the other, I just want to finish my goddamn programming."

"Erm..." stuttered a nervous brown haired boy in a rather expensive looking suit. "Forgetting Sayaka for a minute, I think we can all agree that there won't be any more killing! We will save you and we will get out of this school!"

The tanned girl in the Hope's Peak Uniform, standing next to Junko spoke up next, her voice muffled around the donut she was snacking on. "Makoto's right! We've come this far and we can't give up now. I can't forgive you for what you did, but I know that Sakura would never have wanted me to kill you. Therefore..." she paused for a moment, reaching into her pocket and placing a thick pair of glasses onto her face. "We will save you! That is my final deduction!"

After that last declaration, the room became quiet as they all gazed at the mastermind seated on her podium. The silence was broken when the black haired girl let out a long sigh. "Well, I guess I lost," she said rather morosely. She fingered the large red button next to her. "I guess that means it's time for the ending. I'm not going to let you have the satisfaction of saving me, but, hey, you can go free." Mukuro turned to her red-headed sister. "Except you. This is your punishment as well."

The other students cried out in outrage. "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Yamada cried. "Let Junko-dono go this moment!"

"No." Junko replied. "It's okay, I'm fine. I love my sister too much to leave her and I know she would never let you go if I lived. In any case, I want you to do something for me, can you promise that?" The remaining survivors all nodded one by one. "Good, I'm glad. But please, promise me you'll never give into Despair, promise me you'll help everyone you meet. Give the world hope."

"How cute." Mukuro mocked. "But it doesn't matter, you're going to-" She was cut off abruptly.

"Listen up!" Junko shouted, facing the camera attached to the nearby wall. "Every single one of you out there, everyone in the world, here my words. I know times must be tough and the days long and hard, but never give in. Hope is what the human race needs. Hope has always been there. Without it, could we have hoped to have survived, could we have hoped to see the future? No! Despair exists to be overcome, to be beaten. Time and again, the human race has felt despair, but we broke free with hope. Please.." she spoke in soft tones. "Have hope. Remember my words. As long as that is true, I will be immortal. I will exist in your hearts. You can't kill an idea."

"Heheheh. You really are some kind of messiah, aren't you? I always did wonder. Sacrificing yourself for humanity..." Mukuro said, ignoring the tearful agreements of her former classmates. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I lost and you won, so I guess it's game over for both of us. Well..." she slammed her hand down on the button in glee. "IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!"

With a yank, both sisters were pulled away to their certain doom in an instant.

But, despite it all, through every horrid action that she had pulled on her, from being shot into space, or being smashed into the wall by a large crystal wrecking ball, Junko Enoshima continued to smile.

And when the large block that fell from above, landed atop her and crushed her into a fine gooey paste, Junko Enoshima was still smiling.

"I forgive you."

END