It's not your fault. The blame can never be put on you. Anyone else in your position would have done exactly the same. Hagakure, Yamada, hell even Togami would have done what you did just for a chance at survival. I mean, Maizono had the same idea, right? That's why she came after you. Had it been Naegi or someone weaker then she would have won. It wouldn't be her blood dripping, slowly trickling across the bathroom floor, staining the once white fabric of your shirt.

Shit. Looks like the shirt has gotta go, along with a few other things. Wasn't there an incinerator somewhere on this floor? It'll probably be looked this late at night, but the switch was a button. You could hit that, the ultimate baseballer that you are. You may be lacking in baseballs, but there's always that crystal ball Hagakure carries around. The dude leaves his door unlocked anyway so it's his own damn fault; just sneak in and take it. A little petty theft after a murder is no biggie.

Calm down. You're panicking. Stop panicking. Slow down your breathing. So you just killed her. Was she really a friend? Were any of them? She tried to KILL you. You got lucky; you are the one who won back their life. That's it, you remember? Kill your classmate and you can finally get out of this hellhole, no repercussions, only freedom. What, you're worried about a little mental trauma? IT'S DONE. It's over. You've won. Face your reward with a smile.

Calm down. Take your shirt, get the crystal ball and clean up. It's going to be okay.

It's not your fault. How could you have known?

That damn bear is the one who only decided to tell you now. All this shit about a 'class trial'. You were promised freedom, dammit! You just had to be the first one to kill. Perhaps if you'd known earlier you would have done a better job of destroying the evidence. You wouldn't have taken Hagakure's crystal ball. You have cleaned up all the blood. So much you should have done, so much you won't be able to do. Now you won't be a musician. You'll never be rid of your ultimate baseballer title. Instead, you'll be punished for something that was not your fault.

That's right; it's not your fault. The guilty don't get punished, right?

All you have to do is stay quiet, keep your head low. They all seem to have their eyes of Naegi anyway. Just roll with it. So what if they lose and are punished? You couldn't trust Maizono, and you can't trust them. They're the guilty ones; they deserve it. You have nothing to be afraid of. Just a few more hours and you'll have freedom. You've done what you can; now let justice take its toll.

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It wasn't your fault! It wasn't, it wasn't! It was Maizono! No, it was Monokuma! No, it's whoever's stupid damn fucking idea this was! Killing your classmates just to live? Class trials? Punishment by execution?

Someone out there hates you Leon. That can only be it. The weakest link. Unsatisfied with his title. Too cowardly to accept death. Not smart enough to turn around the trial. What use are you?

But it's still not your fault.

You tell them, again and again and again. They're idiots. It's not your fault. Their faces aren't changing. These people. All of them, who agreed from the start that they wouldn't murder their friends. Those same people now are sending you to your death. They're the murderers. You knew you couldn't trust them. You couldn't trust anyone. You grow sick of their accusing eyes, and the lifeless eyes of Maizono, then drop to your knees.

'Bang' goes the gavel and it's officially all on you. It is now your fault. You've been left with no other choice but to run. But you're trapped. Monokuma announces the punishment, and then something metallic and cold clasps your neck, cutting off much of your air. That isn't the worst, as sharply you're dragged through the hallway. Skin becomes scraped and grazed, and within seconds you're slammed against a metal pole, more chains tighten your grip. There is no escape now. Behind the fence your 'classmates' stand, fixated on you and you alone. Their expressions of horror just mask the fact they're glad it's you instead of them. As you choke and spit and scream, that damned bear appears in front of you along with some machine.

Your heart stops. It's a baseball pitcher. This really is divine punishment. You didn't want this. You just wanted to score some girls, play a few matches, but above all you wanted to be on the stage and play for a whole new audience. Now you're screaming fans are nowhere to be found. Now you're the show for fourteen traitors. Monokuma switches on the machine. Baseballs fly instantly. One, then two, then three, increasingly quickly into a bombardment. All you can do it choke out a few screams.

Only the guilty are punished though, remember?

But it still wasn't your fault. But maybe, just maybe when they see those bloody baseballs, your judges, jury and executioners will think otherwise.

Leon Kuwata. Ultimate Baseballer. Murderer of Sayaka Maizono. Promptly executed after given a guilty verdict.

You're only the start. Whatever happens now, just remember

It's not your fault.

I hope you enjoyed that little insight into Leon's mind. To me, Leon's was the most shocking punishment, and he's also one of my favourite characters. I feel like he doesn't get the love he deserves.

This is planned to be part of a three part series that gives insight into the characters of Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Next up will be Mondo Owada.