Author's Note: And here we finally are, everyone. The final chapter in this saga. I have been working on this for nearly a year at this point, and I have changed so much as a person in that time. I still recall all of the minute details that occured to me while I wrote this. I originally wrote this as a treat for having fifty fics done and I wanted to celebrate with a fun parody-retelling of sorts.

But then this fic became so much more. I got so much attention from people I never thought would look my way because of it. I discovered a love for writing things like this. I promised myself when I first started this that I would see it through all the way to the end, no matter what happened. I would finish this. And look at where we are now. It's almost beautiful, in a way. The longest fanfic I've ever completed...I could almost cry.

I would like to extend the warmest, most sincere thanks I possibly can to each and every single one of you. No matter who you are; even if we never interacted, I hold you in high regard. Thank you all oh so very much for giving this idea a chance; this weird parody idea I had on a whim one day where I asked myself: "Hey, what would happen if someone wrote a harem story with Chihiro as the main character?"

I'm sorry for being so sappy. But I'm truly grateful for everything. I'm sad to be leaving this world. Well, maybe, perhaps, one day, we can return to it, check in on Chihiro's descendants...but not for a very long time. I want to put this fanfic behind me finally and work on newer things.

Speaking of which, I think Hope of Dangan would make a good 'ending song' for this fic. Chihiro's voice actor, I've heard him sing in Bleach and he's got a cute voice! I think the 'glitchy' parts of the song fit his personality well. It'd be him singing it.

And as I said before, this is finally the end of this lovely fanfic. Thank you all once again, from the bottom of my heart, for all the support and love I've received over the past year over this. Just like Chihiro, we can all do something great.

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Chapter 20: Happy Ending

Warnings: Aphrodisiac use(non-con, injected), knife-play, blood-play, blood-drinking, nurse roleplay, anal sex, anal cowgirl, vomiting on another, blood-vomit licking

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In the morning, I climbed out of bed and booted up my communicator; a giant green screen on one side of my wall. It resembled one of those huge computers in sci-fi shows; complete with a giant keyboard and mouse as well as a touchscreen and voice-control feature. It was where my current and future A.I. projects all lived together, happy. After it finished booting up, I was greeted by the sight of my newest creation, a girl modeled after the beloved Class President. Evidently, Alter-Ego had become smitten with her from their very first meeting and declared himself her father-brother. Good, as I intended her to be made for him partially.

Today she was wearing her usual outfit; a blue, pink, and tan version of my St. Elbandia uniform. The jacket fit her snugly around her large breasts and I couldn't help but to think that was secretly Alter-Ego's doing.

"Good morning," I greeted nicely after I turned the voice-control feature on. With it, I didn't even need to use the keyboard at all!

Alter-Ego promptly materialized in my room, the program sophisticated enough to appear as a hologram whenever it desired. "Good morning yourself!" It chirped back happily. All this time later, it still took the form of how I looked when I originally created it; I told it it could look however it wanted and that was just the form it chose to appear in all of the time.

"How are things going here?" I asked politely, trying to get a reading.

"Great! I did some more analysis work on that anti-Despair program you gave to me. With a few more tweaks, it should be ready to be tested on a person!" Alter-Ego announced happily. "We'll be able to save so many people with this!"

"Good job!" I praised.

"I drew this for you, Papa. Look," Chiaki mumbled sleepily, holding up a childish drawing of a flower garden. "Because you love flowers,"

"Thank you, it's very pretty," I smiled at her and finally turned the communicator off so they could rest properly. I had a lot of things to do today, myself. It might've been my day-off from the Future Foundation, but due to the importance of our work, we were often required to check in and report on any current projects of ours regardless if it was our day-off or not.

After shutting the communicator off, I started mu usual morning routine of lifting weights for half an hour, showering, dressing, and eating breakfast. After I pulled on my uniform, I headed into the kitchen, finding Kyoko already in there, finishing up a cup of coffee.

"Morning," She greeted, already dressed in her Future Foundation outfit. She wore her hair up in a low ponytail with a white blouse, sleek black blazer and matching slacks with grey shoes.

"Hi!" I greeted her cheerfully, giving her a kiss. "Did Sayaka-chan leave already?"

"Yes. She said Touko-chan called her earlier with a message. She said we all need to report to headquarters early," She handed me some granola bars.

"As long as she leaves early. Being up and about so much is bad for her pregnancy!" I took a bite of one as I followed Kyoko out of the door, holding my head up high. It was a bit awkward since I had grown much taller than her, but I didn't think she cared.

Much like Kyoko, I had grown quite a lot physically, changing a lot from how I was back in high-school and days of being involved in the Killing Game. My hair was worn short and somewhat neat. My Future Foundation outfit was a standard formal black suit with a tie and slacks. Not only had I grown taller, but I also had a lot of muscles. Overall, I felt as though I had done quite well for myself.

We arrived at Future Foundation and hurriedly reported to each of our divisions for the daily report. Kyoko, Byakuya, and Yasuhiro were all in the Fourteenth, while Touko was in Tenth. Sakura was in Third, and much to everyone's surprise, Sayaka was in Second. Aoi was in Thirteenth, and I was in Seventh.

"What was so important we needed to be here for...?" I wondered to the others as we all gathered upstairs in the survivor's hall. Byakuya and Touko weren't there yet; they would be arriving from Towa City soon with more survivors.

"Probably to greet the survivors?" Aoi suggested. "Help them out?" She still wore a ponytail, but her outfit was a sleek green business suit with white sneakers.

"Yeah! They helped us out so much when we first arrived, maybe this is so we can repay that favour!" Sayaka smiled happily, a hand on her stomach. She wore a neat black suit-dress with grey tights and black heels, a grey tie around her neck. She had gotten her hair cut short similar to mine and kept it pinned back with lots of white barrettes. We later learned why she showed so early; she was pregnant with twin girls!

"We've done so much for them already with how much we've worked!" Yasuhiro commented. He...somehow was the one who changed the least aside from his hair. I still wondered how the Future Foundation let him get away with wearing that.

"W-We've arrived...!" Touko announced, wringing her hands nervously. "But don't overwhelm anyone. Let them come to you if you see someone you recognize," She then glanced at us, and we all nodded in agreement. Her and Byakuya both wore sleek purple business suits; though Touko wore her long hair in a single braid with a green ribbon now. And she wore a green tie. She also had a bunch of barrettes pinned into the back of her head to keep her hair neat.

I briefly scanned the survivors, my heart sinking into my chest as I recognized their features. Almost all of them were related to someone who was no longer with us...

A teenage girl with short brownish green hair perked up once she saw Touko, asking her a bunch of questions animatedly. Her features fell and she gasped in horror when Touko finally whispered something in her ear.

"Oh my gosh, Sayaka-chan! I missed you so much, you know? Oh, I can't believe we could meet again!" A pigtailed girl ran right over to Sayaka and nearly hugged her before she took notice of her current appearance. "Er...a lot happened, I see,"

Sayaka giggled. "Yeah...we have a lot to catch up on, don't we, Ayaka-chan?" She led her away.

"Of all people to be captured, it was you," Byakuya crossed his arms as he looked over an older blond man.

"I think they captured people you were close to. It really wasn't much of a surprise once I learned that," He explained.

"I know...it's just..." Byakuya cleared his throat. "Never mind. You're not imprisoned anymore, that's the important part,"

Sakura just nodded calmly at another tall man who was very muscular. He nodded back, an unspoken promise between them.

A woman with long pink hair and a sports jacket walked over to me and Aoi, blowing smoke out of her mouth carefully, away from me.

"You two," She began, sighing. "There ain't gonna be any easy way to slice this, so I guess I'll cut right to the chase. Aoi-chi, your younger brother...he was killed as he tried to escape Towa City. Chihiro-chi, your father was killed trying to help Touko-chi and Komaru-chi to safety. I am truly sorry for your losses,"

My heart sank to my feet and nearly stopped beating.

Papa...was...dead...?

After everything I had gone through, after everything I had done to try and find him...he was just gone...? I clenched my fists even as tears welled up in my eyes. This wasn't fair...!

A blonde girl stomped up to me in her impossibly high-heels and promptly gave me a harsh slap on the cheek, making the tears flow.

"You shouldn't have lived. He was your best friend, and you survive instead of him? Screw you and your bogus talent. I hate you! You should've died instead of him!" She screamed at me, forcing Juuzo to finally come over and grab her harshly, yanking her away from me.

"Lay off him, lady. We all got our issues here," He grumbled, placing her hands behind her back.

"I meant every word I said," She spat as she was led away. In that moment, I recognized the shape of her eyes. She was related to Leon...he mentioned a cousin...

I shuddered.

"Momma, can't you give them any good news?" Yasuhiro laughed awkwardly, coming up behind the smoking woman. I saw the resemblance then, though she was a bit young-looking.

"Alright, alright," She took another drag of her cigarette. "We were unable to rescue your father, Chihiro-chi, but...we did find someone else,"

Could it be...? Was it who I thought it was?

Her clothes were mismatched, stained, and rumpled with hair escaping all sides of her frizzy ponytail. Bags were under her eyes and her nails were chipped.

But no doubt about it, that was my mother.

"M-Mama...!" I cried, throwing myself into her arms. She gasped in surprise and looked down.

"C-Chihiro-chan...? Are you really my darling boy?" She asked in disbelief, rubbing my head. I simply cried harder into her chest. "Oh, you've grown up so much...I nearly didn't recognize you..." She hugged me tightly.

"Rika Fujisaki," Yasuhiro's mother nodded. "We found her hidden away in an old electronics store and said her and her husband had gotten split up. She had silently assumed he died long before her, but wouldn't give up until she found her son again,"

I continued to cry, feeling us sink to the ground. "T-They said that..you had hanged yourself! That Papa was shot for illegal activity...!" I blubbered. "T-They showed your body..."

"No, no...I'm not dead at all, not even close," Mama ruffled my hair. "There was no way I'd let myself die knowing my son was still out there somewhere," She weakly smiled at me. "Oh, look at you. You've become so big and strong! You aren't a mama's boy anymore, are you? I bet you don't even want my homestyle waffles anymore,"

"I want to eat nothing but..!" I gasped, wiping away my tears. "We have a lot to catch up on,"

"Yes, I imagine that we do. But perhaps it could wait until after I get cleaned up? My nails are an absolute fright, you know. And to say nothing of my hair!" She laughed a bit.

We were helped to our feet by another Future Foundation employee, who also showed Mama to her room. It was a few doors away from where I stayed when we first arrived here, all those months ago.

I remained sitting on Mama's bed as she showered and changed into a crisp white suit, her hair down. She gave me a smile as she sat down next to me. "Why don't I make those waffles for us tonight, huh?"

"Mama, I think you should rest," I shook my head. "You've been on your own for a long time...aren't you tired?"

"A little...oh, forget about the waffles then. You have a lot of things to tell me, don't you?" Mama stared at me levelly, her tone turning more serious. "After all, I was not kidnapped for no reason, I'm assuming,"

"No...you weren't," I took a deep breath, beginning to explain to her everything that had happened to Class 78 thus far, focusing specifically on my own experience. Oh, and I also left out all of that X-rated stuff. Mama didn't need to know any of that. Her eyes widened the further I got in the story, relaying the various deaths of my classmates and the reveal of the mastermind behind it all.

Once I finished, I took a deep breath again and buried myself in her chest, realizing she smelled like the ocean. Was it the shampoo here? She gently rubbed my back, smoothing my hair out.

"I'm deeply sorry for all of the friends you lost. I'm also sorry for everything you had to endure. Oh, you probably don't want my apologies though," Mama sighed. "So...when do I get to meet your lucky girlfriend?"

"U-Um...I actually have...two..." I blushed heavily as Mama whistled.

"Wow, my son turned into a ladies' man, did he? If only your father was around. I bet he'd get a kick out of that!"

"We're not married yet...we were waiting for things to settle down..."

"Come on, I'm not getting any younger! I want to meet my grandchildren!" She tightly hugged me as I giggled awkwardly. "Also, does anyone here have a good brush? There was not a single one in that bathroom," She pulled away and ran a hand through her wavy locks, the same yellowish-brown as my own.

"I think Sayaka-chan has one you could borrow!" I exclaimed happily, folding my hands behind me. "She still has a lot, if you can believe that!"

Mama laughed. "I'll bet she does. Being a super famous idol and all. She could probably give me so many fashion tips!"

"She'd love to meet you. Kyoko-chan too," I smiled at Mama.

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The wedding was a surprisingly loud affair, considering there weren't very many people invited. Just our classmates and their close relatives. The ceremony was held in an empty office space on the sixth floor of the Future Foundation's headquarters. I wore my usual suit except with a green tie instead of my usual black tie. I nervously stood at the makeshift alter, holding my hands behind me nervously. Or should they be in front?

"You look like you're trying to have a stroke. Just relax," Byakuya shook his head at me. I flinched a bit at his phrasing, being reminded of a similar statement spoken by an old female classmate just a year or so ago.

"Yeah, just think about how amazing your wives are going to look!" Yasuhiro exclaimed. They were my two best men for the wedding and wore matching forest-green suits with black ties.

A Tenth Division member perked up and started to play the traditional wedding march as Kyoko walked in first, wearing her handmade wedding dress. Mama and the other girls all pitched in to help her, so she ended up wearing a violet sundress with black opera gloves and matching tights with white heels. Her hair was up in a single braid and she wore a plastic gold tiara on her forehead. She carried a single rose and was being escorted by her grandfather.

She blushed lightly when she finally reached me, looking away. I smiled shyly to try and reassure her.

Sayaka walked in next, being escorted by the head of Mondo's old gang, Takemichi. Her dress was my favourite; she remodeled her famous pink idol dress into a more fitting gown. She added a long white train of sheer lace and wore small pink gloves with the dress. Her hair was curled nicely and she wore a pastel flower crown along with a sheer pink veil that covered her face. She wore her usual white boots and armlets that she wore as an idol. She carried a single daisy. As expected, her gown was modified quite a bit in the waist department to accompany her large baby bump.

"Hello!" She smiled happily when she finally reached me, and all three of us turned to face the alter.

"Chihiro Fujisaki, do you take Kyoko Kirigiri and Sayaka Maizono to be your lawfully-wedded wives?" How did he even manage to read those words so calmly? I must be one of the only people in the world getting married to two girls!

"Y-Yes!" I announced.

"Do you two take Chihiro Fujisaki to be your lawfully-wedded husband?" He looked at the two girls.

"Yes!"

"Of course."

"You may kiss now," He stepped away from the alter. Sayaka reached me first and pulled me close, planting a soft kiss on my lips. Kyoko's was sweeter and longer. Afterwards, everyone cheered for us and headed to the kitchen for the reception.

"Since there's two flowers, that's twice the chance of catching something!" Aoi gushed to her fellow bridesmaids. They all wore their hair up in tidy bun-braids and wore simple violet gowns with white lace trains attached. Sayaka and Kyoko both decided the bridesmaids should be Sakura, Aoi, Komaru, and Touko.

"I don't know if I really want to catch one," Touko frowned, walking off to catch up with Byakuya. "After all, that's such a stupid tradition. Who says catching a flower automatically means you'll get married?"

"Wow, I never expected a romance author to be so cynical about love," Kanon popped a bubble with her bubblegum.

"I hope I catch Sayaka-san's flower!" Komaru beamed happily.

The actual food was sort-of-lacking at the reception, but we certainly weren't lacking in the dessert department thanks to Ruruka. Even the cake was impressive, being two layers and painted in violet, blue, pink, and green. Little sugar decorations of our talents littered the sides, and on top was a custom-made topper of a groom with two brides.

"I still can't believe she managed to make that entire thing in just two days," Sayaka gasped in awe, picking up one of the nearby knives. "Come help me cut it," She called Kyoko over, who nodded.

"She most likely had help," I walked over as well, just watching them cut the cake. I knew a first bite was tradition, but I didn't really feel like eating for some reason.

"Look at that, my son is finally a married man," Mama hugged me tightly from behind, making me smile happily. "I almost thought this day would never come, since you spend so much time on your computer in your room. I hope this means grandchildren are coming soon," She wore her hair in her usual ponytail tied with a sparkly scrunchie and wore a violet party dress and black heeled boots on-loan from Ruruka. Even her nails were long and sparkly and violet.

"I didn't think it'd happen either," I nodded at her as she left to go talk to Hiroko. Koyko's grandfather walked up to me next, a stern expression on his face.

"Did my granddaughter know she'd be married to another woman for this?" He asked bluntly, staring at me. I took a step back.

"U-Um...I'm not a woman-"

"I'm not referring to you, I'm talking about her," He motioned over in Sayaka's direction, squealing with Ayaka over something.

"W-We're not...I mean, Kyoko-chan isn't married to Sayaka-chan. Both of them are married to me," I frowned a bit in response. Why did it even matter if she was?

"Hm," He simply left me alone after that.

Kyoko walked over with a small piece of cake on her fork. "Eat some. It's your wedding too, and you're here in the corner doing nothing," She teased.

"I'm still not the best in crowds," I admitted as she stuck the piece inside my mouth. "Hmpfh?!"

"The first piece is customary," Kyoko gave a small smile. "Want more?"

I swallowed quickly and shook my head. "N-No...I'm fine,"

Sayaka suddenly cried out in shock and everyone glanced over at her, hearing and seeing a large gush of fluid pour out from between her legs. It was clear. She trembled in shock and Seiko rushed right over, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I-I went into labor...b-but...it's a bit too early, isn't it?" She continued looking down, a distressed look on her features.

"Sometimes that happens with twins, or a lot of stress. But it's only a few weeks early," Seiko tried to reassure her, grabbing Sayaka's hand and rushing her out of the room. Everyone stared after her silently, unsure of what to make of it.

"If she's in labor, you two better go there and take care of her!" Hiroko coaxed Kyoko and I, pushing us over to the door. "She'll need you,"

Kyoko nodded and held my arm as we ran off, heading to Division 4's medical wing. The ward was small and it was easy to find our way around to where Sayaka was being kept. I shivered a bit at the thought of the medical ward being Division 4's job. That number...meant trouble. Everyone knew that.

"How is she?" Kyoko asked curiously when a nurse came out of the room to greet us.

"Sayaka-san? She's doing fine...still feeling the contractions, but we feel she's going to give birth soon," She relayed. "If you'd like, you can take a seat in the waiting room and we'll come get you when she's ready,"

I nodded and sat down next to Kyoko, glancing around the room. It was painted stark white and devoid of any decorations, which made me shiver more. How long did it take for one to deliver twins, anyway? Hers were early, so maybe it'd take even longer? Oh, what if she had to have surgery done? Mama told me I was born a month and a half earlier than expected, is this somehow my fault too?!

I jumped when I felt a warm hand slip into mine; I looked over and saw a reassuring smile on Kyoko's face. "You were shaking like crazy,"

"I-I was..?! I'm sorry..."

"I'm nervous too. I know this isn't how you wanted your honeymoon to go," She gently moved my face closer to hers.

"I don't care about that...I just want Sayaka-chan to be alright!" I admitted, blushing. "She might have complications,"

"She's a very healthy person and always has been. She'll be fine," Kyoko rubbed the inside of my palm gently. I smiled nervously at her. Technically, she was right, but I still couldn't stop myself from worrying. I continued to tremble despite my best attempts.

Nobody else came into the waiting room at all, or even checked into the medical ward. What happened to the people downstairs at the wedding? Did they just continue on without us, or did they all leave?

...

"Do you want something to eat? I could get something from a vending machine. I didn't get a chance to eat much at the wedding," Kyoko shocked me out of my thoughts as she stood up.

"N-Not very hungry..." I mumbled, looking around the room. How long had it been?

"Can you at least go to the bathroom for me? I don't want you to get sick," She crossed her arms in front of her chest as I blushed.

"H-How can you tell...?" I cut myself off, the answer was obvious. Kyoko knew most things about everybody, whether they knew it themselves or not. "Come with me?"

"This isn't Hope's Peak, Chihiro-kun. We can't do things like that anymore. Places like this have rules," She gently declined.

"Hm..." I simply stared at her. "But nobody else is in the medical ward..."

"Later," She gave me a kiss before walking off.

After she left, I did stand up and stretched a bit. She was right, I just had to relax. And I really did have to use the bathroom, kinda. I hurried off in that direction and walked into the mens' room, using a urinal and washing my hands. When I returned, the nurse was in deep conversation with Kyoko, who was nodding along as she unwrapped a granola bar. I froze in my tracks, paling when she glanced over at me.

"W-What's the news...?" I finally asked.

"What is with that reaction? Sayaka-san isn't dead! Quite the opposite, in fact! Her labor was long, but she gave birth to two perfectly healthy twin girls," The nurse smiled happily.

"O-Oh...! Really?! Um, can we please see her?"

"Of course. She said she doesn't any any visitors aside from you two for the moment, so you're lucky!" The nurse led Kyoko and I to the delivery room, where Sayaka was holding two babies in her arms, both wrapped in pink blankets to indicate their gender. She gave me a tired smile as I stepped over, my eyes wide.

"They're adorable, aren't they?" She breathed. I slowly took my hand and touched the head of one of them; she gave a tiny coo in response.

"They're identical," Kyoko said in surprise, a hand on her chest.

"You can tell already?" I asked in surprise.

"What should we name them?" Sayaka continued, looking back over at me.

"You really want me to name them?" I pointed to myself. I hadn't thought of anything!

"Only if you want to. I don't want to put any pressure on you,"

"Um...what did you want to name them?"

"They're springtime babies, so spring names would be good for them! What do you think of Umeko and Momoko?"

Plum child and peach child. Cute!

I nodded my approval. "Better than mine...I was going to suggest Chiaki and Kiyomi,"

"Aw, I like those two! Tangerine and A Thousand Fallen Leaves. Oh, now I can't pick!"

"How about both? Middle names aren't very common, but we aren't really a conventional couple. Name one Momoko-Kiyomi and the other Umeko-Chiaki," Kyoko suggested.

"That's a good idea," Sayaka looked to me for approval, and I nodded again.

"Let's do that!"

"Great! So, Momoko-Kiyomi and Umeko-Chiaki," She sighed a bit when the nurse took the sleeping twins away for further inspection. "Some honeymoon, huh?"

"W-Why does everyone think this ruined my honeymoon?" I walked over to her and gently held her hand. "If anything, this just made it even better,"

"If you don't mind, I think I'd like a turn with him tonight though. I need a child too," Kyoko smirked at Sayaka, who giggled. I laughed awkwardly.

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The senior members of the Future Foundation managed to detain a few members of the Remnants of Despair. A scary name! But they were followers of Junko who helped her plunge the world into despair. We only caught a couple and kept them locked in high-security cells, only occasionally brought out for questioning. There were still many left to get. It'd be a tricky task, as some weren't even in Japan anymore, spreading despair on a more global scale.

Today it was my turn to question one of them, which made me tremble. It had almost been a year since I first joined; why where they trusting me with such a task?! Especially since I wasn't even from Division Six; I was Division Seven, I was tech!

I sat at a long metal table in a brightly-lit room, shaking a bit as I clasped my hands together. Whoever they brought in, I wouldn't be ready for. They were all dangerous in their own right...who signed me up for this?!

Seiko and a few guards walked in a few minutes later, carrying a handcuffed and gagged young woman with long purple hair. Her appearance had changed a bit since I last saw her; her uniform had been swapped out for an extremely naughty version of a nurse outfit with black lingerie underneath. It was covered in blood. But I still recognized her as Mikan Tsumiki.

Oh God, she had to be one of the worst ones...

"You know the drill," Seiko nodded at me as they sat Mikan across from me, uncuffing and ungagging her. "We'll be right outside here," She motioned to the one-way glass that separated the interrogation room from the hallway. I nodded slowly, feeling Mikan's eyes on me as they left.

"Do you enjoy your talent? Why did you want to become a nurse?" I swallowed as she didn't answer and instead looked around the room, a vacant look in her eyes. Can she even properly speak anymore? "You were really good at your job, to be allowed to attend Hope's Peak. Do you think you deserved that opportunity?"

"You helped us before," She commented calmly, looking up at the ceiling. "The Ultimate Programmer...you helped us before. You turned Hajime-kun...Izuru-kun...you made him..."

"Not directly," I carefully placed my hands down on the table. "But we're talking about you,"

"You got sick a lot. You were in the infirmary a lot. I remember that," Mikan briefly looked over at me. "I didn't work with you. But...I still remember...you got sick a lot...you got sick a lot.."

I leaned back in my seat slightly, realizing she had moved a bit closer to me.

"I...It's been a long time since...since I properly inspected someone. They keep me locked away in there...for weeks and weeks and even months on end...I see very little people...and I can't touch them...all I want is to inspect people...make them healthy..." She sniffled a bit. "T-That's all I want...to do...truly...my sweetheart never understood that...her...her one flaw,"

Against my better judgement, I eventually gave her a shy nod. "I-I've been feeling a bit sick lately..."

If it got too out-of-hand, Seiko and the guards would be in in just a minute if I gave them the signal. I really hoped it wouldn't come to that though.

Mikan got a brief flicker of recognition in her eyes, smiling in an off way.

"Then I'll take care of you,"

She stood up and slammed me down violently on the table, making me wince as I heard my ears ring. She then took the handcuffs and slipped them onto my wrists, looking around the room.

"Division Four...should have...medical supplies.."

"U-Um..." I trembled a bit, trying to struggle against the handcuffs while her back was turned. Surely she couldn't have actually locked them tightly without the key, right?

"Ah...here we go..." Her voice still had no emotion in it as she unveiled a huge closet full of various supplies. She looked back over at me and hurried over, a bunch of different items in her arms. She placed them all on the chair beside her, keeping them conveniently out of my perspective. I swallowed as I saw her pull out a small knife. "You must be...bled..."

As soon as she said that, she took the knife and rolled up one of my sleeves, making a tiny incision that drew blood. I gasped in pain as it started to flow and she peeled more skin back.

"Bad blood..." She took my arm and started to noisily suck at the blood coming out, mixing it with her saliva. As she did that, she took the knife and made another incision closer to my wrist, watching in awe as the blood rapidly dropped onto the table.

"I-I can't be bled that much...!" I gasped before she stared at me, a vacant expression on her face.

"I'm a nurse. My patients never die..." Mikan took the bottom half of her dress and promptly ripped it, shoving the bloody cloth into my mouth. She ran her hand down my face. "Be quiet..."

"Mmmph!" I still tried to protest as she took the knife and continued to cut around my arms. She would suck the blood out occasionally; soon her lips were painted a red-pink brighter than any lipstick.

"Your heart," She rested her head on my chest and I stilled, feeling my own heart pounding a thousand times a second. She covered her mouth as she sat back up. "So fast...hm.." She jumped off the table and rummaged through the box some more, her dress riding up in a way that seemed purposeful. I blushed and fluttered my eyes a bit from my dizziness. Underneath she wore long black garters and stockings with matching black panties that were lacy and seemingly covered very little. She stood back up after a few minutes and returned with a needle full of green fluid.

"I'll fix it...for you...bad to have a fast heart..." My eyes widened at the size of the needle; small but very thin and long. She smiled for only the second time that day as she stepped over, choosing a non-cut part of my arm and slowly slipping the needle in.

"Mph!" I cried out in pain, muffled by the cloth still. Mikan stood there silently for a few moments before she tossed the needle back behind her, picking up one of the knives again.

"You were a very good patient. Reward time.." She explained as she carefully licked the blood off her knives. "Need to remain...sanitary..."

My eyes fluttered several more times as I tried to roll over onto my back, feeling one of my hands slide out from the handcuffs. So she hadn't locked me in them after all! I tried to slip my other hand out, only to be stopped by Mikan rolling me back over and straddling me.

"Good patient..." She gasped, yanking the cloth out from my mouth. "I put sexy juice in you. Now we can have fun,"

I don't think anyone could say that line as unemotionally and flat as she just did.

Mikan leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss, sticking in her tongue and closing her eyes. It tasted heavily of blood and oatmeal and my stomach turned violently as the tastes mixed.

"N-No...!" I had enough strength to push her away, but I still vomited on her outfit. I breathed heavily before completely falling back, the last of my energy spent. Instead, I just felt feverishly hot.

"Oh...you're still sick..too bad," She sighed and continued to kiss me anyway, evidently only being more into the vomit than repulsed. She began to grind our crotches together rhythmically; she was practically soaking wet at that point and I felt the smallest tinge of 'excitement'. She moaned and gasped desperately as she kissed me, yanking my clothes off violently in an attempt to relieve herself.

"W-What now...?" I gasped out, feeling feverish. She truly did drug me, and now I was completely at her mercy. My only hope was that she was almost done with me.

Mikan didn't answer as she pulled away, a trail of saliva attached. Instead, she looked at my half-erect manhood for a maddeningly long time before she crawled over, pulling up her dress.

She only pulled aside her panties as she bent herself over and sat down on my manhood, giggling a bit as it slowly slid all the way in. Into her rear end. Didn't that hurt her? Though, I suppose she was so far gone it didn't matter much.

I took the hint and thrusted just a bit to get her going; Mikan took a few more minutes before she started rotating her hips around, licking another bloody knife.

"I diagnose you...I think you have...that you are...a nymphomaniac...! You are a bad person..." She let out a gasp as I hit one of her soft spots inside and I felt more of her fluids drip down my manhood. "A bad, perverted person..." She suddenly realized we were still being watched by Seiko and her guards, so with another twist of her hips, she took the blood and vomit on her body and started to mix it around on her dress, staining in further. She ripped open the outfit after a while and spread the mess around on her breasts and further down her body, shivering and drooling. She pulled her hand away and stared at how dirty it had gotten, slowly sticking one of her fingers into her mouth and licking it off slowly.

I gave a final thrust and with a cry, I realized I had already emptied myself into Mikan, some cum dripping out of her. She gave a shiver before carefully lifting herself off my manhood and gently kissing me again, then she collapsed right onto the floor.

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"Chihiro-kun, you have to show up to work today. They want you in early!" Sayaka reminded me after breakfast. I widened my eyes at her in surprise.

"Huh? Why?"

"It's a surprise, silly!" She giggled.

"Alright, fair enough," I laughed as Momoko-Kiyomi and Umeko-Chiaki bounced up and down, holding their hands out for me. They were already two and huge balls of energy. They had all of their mother's looks with my hazel eyes.

"Surprise, surprise! Papa has a surprise!" They laughed. Momoko-Kiyomi wore a pink barrette in her blue hair with blue star pajamas while her sister wore a purple barrette and pink star pajamas, the only way to tell them apart. Already they were excited for their new sibling; Sayaka was pregnant once more.

"Wait, is it just me? Or are we all going?" I asked curiously as I put my jacket on.

"Just you," Kyoko answered as she finished nursing our son, Yukine. He had my colourings for hair and eyes but Kyoko's snowy skin. Fitting, as he was named for the wintery month he was born in.

"Seriously?! Um, is this a surprise I'm going to like?" I blushed a bit. "Why can't you guys come too?"

"Awww," Sayaka pouted. "What's wrong with a surprise? It's something I set up, if you really must know. It's nothing bad,"

I nodded and headed out after kissing both of my wives, noticing none of my other former classmates awake either. Who was even expected to get up this early anyway? The only times I ever did so were for church.

"Morning!" Komaru greeted me cheerfully as I got into the elevator with her. She wore a forest-green business dress with a set of pearls. She was officially an intern for Division Ten, wanting to work alongside Touko.

"Good morning yourself," I waved shyly. "I'm surprised you're up..."

"Yeah, I've always been more of an early riser in my family. Not like I'm complaining though!" The elevator dinged and I quickly got off on the seventh floor. She waved to me. "Bye,"

Where even was the surprise? I didn't want to spend all of my time looking for it.

"Chihiro-kun!" Aoi waved me over. "Do you remember telling us how much you idolized the former Ultimate Therapist?"

I nodded as we walked the green hallways together. "Yes...what about her?"

"Well...you're the only one of us who's never met their Division Head due to how busy they are. But Sayaka-chan managed to put in a good word for you and now they want to meet you!" She stopped in front of a wooden door and knocked politely before leading me inside. "This was the only time they were available,"

"But what does that...?" I trailed off when I walked into the office myself, noticing how empty it was. Sitting calmly at her desk, typing away rapidly, was the Ultimate Therapist herself, Miaya Gekkogahara.

I nearly collapsed.

"Chihiro Fujisaki-san! I've heard so much about you!" She typed into her keyboard, that cheerful pink rabbit relaying the words out. "It's a pleasure to have you working under me. Nobody else deserves to be in Seventh more than you,"

"Gekkogahara-sama...I...I really don't deserve that kind of praise..." I stammered, taking a few steps over to her. She simply blinked.

"I was told by your blue-haired wife shortly after you came here how much you idolized me. I'm sooo sorry I took so long to see you!" The rabbit cried.

"Well...I wanted to attend Hope's Peak because of you. You have a rare disease and everyone probably made fun of you, but you prevailed and became world-famous for your methods. Same with me. I thought...if you could do it, I could do it too,"

"So much praise on such a lowly rabbit...how can I thank you...oh! How would you like to be my second-in-command? You'll get to work with me on all of my secret projects!" The rabbit suggested. I trained myself to keep my eyes on only that and not Miaya's blank stare.

"I-I..." I fell to my knees. "Yes...I would be honored. You have no idea how much that means to me...!" I gasped out, tears in my eyes. "I..I can get started right away! I'll move all my stuff up here, Alter-Ego and Chiaki-chan would likely be thrilled to meet you.."

"Great to have you on-board!" The rabbit grinned, and I thought I saw a very faint smile appear on Miaya's face as well. "Let me tell you about a project of mine..."

I glanced over at Aoi slightly. "What?"

"I feel so bad for those poor Remnants of Despair, my heart truly bleeds for them!" The rabbit sobbed. "They were all good people once; many can confirm. I thought...if we reverse-engineered that electroshock machine you created to restore and take away memories.."

"We could give them back their original personalities!" I gasped. "Alter-Ego could help us too..!"

"I want your office right next to mine!" She chuckled. "Oh...mind if I call you 'Papa'?"

I laughed awkwardly. "Only if Chiaki-chan promises she won't get jealous,"

"Now, it will be a difficult task. As you know, we only have a few here...like Tsumiki Mikan-chan, Owari Akane-chan, Koizumi Mahiru-chan, Kamakura Izuru-kun, and Komaeda Nagito-kun, both of whom turned themselves in. We need to find the rest," The bunny had a determined expression on her features.

"Right!" I nodded.

"Oh, um, Papa...since we're becoming more personal with each other...don't call me 'sama'. 'San' is enough,"

"O-Oh...okay," I stumbled a bit as I bowed to her. "Then, I am very honored to have been put in this position, Gekkogahara-san!"

The rabbit smiled and threw her hands up. "Yay! We're all friends now!"

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Even though it had been nearly three or four years since we last saw each other, Princess...no, Queen Nevermind still looked the same as ever. She wore a simple brown dress with a green blanket pulled over her shoulders, the brown headband she wore at Hope's Peak firmly lodged in her hair. She was one of the first successes we had with the reverse-engineering program that I had decided to name Despair Cleanser Program, as it rewired their brains and taught them how to be good people again.

"Are you ready to go? The ship's leaving tomorrow," I asked her curiously as I packed up my things to leave. The class had decided to atone for their sins by living out the remainder of their lives at some remote island. I wasn't too sure of the details since the Fourteenth Division decided on it, but that was the general gist.

"Yes, I am ready. What kind of a ruler would I be if I wasn't? I have to take charge and show my class my confidence," She smiled an empty smile. "I just came here to thank you." She stepped closer to me. "Thank you for realizing we still were the same people we always were, underneath all of the despair. We just were...not ourselves. We did horrible things, killed many people..."

I took her hands, making her silence. "I've always seen the good in people. In my Killing School Life...Mondo-kun, Taeko-chan, even Makoto-kun...they were all good people who were consumed by the hopelessness of their situation. I thought it was the same for you and your class too,"

Sonia nodded. "Yes...so that is why I must thank you again, Fujisaki-san. You gave us a second chance at life. Thank you," She then hurried off to her shared quarters that she had with Mikan. I waved after her, standing in the hallway for a few more seconds before I started to walk home.

Did I really do the right thing by sparing their lives? My former classmates might've killed, but they did it out of desperation. They were still good people in spite of that; I had spent enough time around them to know. But Class 77 was an enigma to me. My heart told me it was the right thing to do, but...

Even I was a former helper of Junko's in a way. Maybe that part of me was what convinced me to spare them.

Well, whatever. I did what I did, and that was that. They already agreed to isolate themselves away from society anyway. I wasn't cruel; Chiaki could join them once I decided she was sophisticated enough to handle it.

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When I returned home from work that night, I was immediately ambushed by my two wives, throwing confetti at me and cheering.

"Congrats on your promotion!" Sayaka smiled and cheered.

"We knew you could do it," Kyoko smiled as well.

Miaya had promoted me yet again for my work involving the former Remnants of Despair, even though there were no more higher positions for me and she had to make some up just so she didn't accidentally give me her job. Still, I was fine with it.

I laughed as they continued throwing confetti and some landed on me and stuck to my hair.

Mama came out of the kitchen with a large plate filled with her special waffles, coated in fresh strawberries, syrup, powdered sugar, and whipped cream on top.

"I knew from the moment I saw you that you'd go on to do big things," She set the plate down on the table. "I was right!"

"Mama!" I gasped when she suddenly hugged me tightly, then my wives joined in.

"We haven't celebrated like this in a while! Indulge us!" Sayaka laughed.

"Waffles? Can we please have some too?" Umeko-Chiaki asked politely, staring at the table.

"Yes, please? I see sugar on them!" Momoko-Kiyomi joined in.

"Of course you can. Your grandmother made lots just for the occasion," Kyoko nodded, giving them a reassuring smile. She helped them sit at the table. "Why don't we let the others join us too? They are still young, but it's meant to be a happy occasion for all,"

"Absolutely!" Sayaka left the room and came back a few minutes later with two toddlers clinging to her with a smaller child in her arms.

"I can go mash up some fruit for them if you want. There's still plenty left over from the waffles," Mama suggested, helping Sayaka set the children up in their high-chairs.

One was the two-year-old daughter of Sayaka and I; the twins' younger sister named Sachiko. She had shimmering blue eyes and shoulder-long brownish hair like me. The other was two-year-old Yukine, and finally his younger brother Hiro, who had purple eyes and hair both, same as his mother. He was only a year old at that point.

"Can we eat now?" Momoko-Kiyomi asked impatiently, prompting a giggle from Sayaka as she started to serve everyone.

"Grandma's waffles taste the best when you're patient!" I scolded them gently as I took my own seat. Mama returned with some mashed-up bananas and strawberries, giving them to the toddlers.

After the children were all served, Sayaka served the adults, then everyone was finally seated and ready to eat. I slowly cut off a large piece of mine and felt my eyes widen as I took that first bite. Still overly-sweet, nearly saccharine, with the hint of butter and strawberries underneath.

Just the way I liked it.

Chiaki had materialized into a hologram and watched us carefully, sitting on the floor and colouring a picture ferociously. Alter-Ego watched her with a parental eye.

Yes, I felt as though everything was finally perfect.

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Kyoko had decided we would reopen Hope's Peak, trying to move away from the school's corrupt past and reopen it with more hopeful eyes for the future generation. It was a bit awkward at first, since our own children would be among the first new students, while we'd be their teachers-but we knew they would manage. Kyoko became the school's Headmistress in memory of her father, while I taught computing. Not only did my children go, but also Touko and Yasuhiro's, Aoi and Byakuya's, and Sakura and Kenshiro's as well.

The former Class 77 had some children of their own and sent them as well, possibly trying to atone further for their sins. Princess Beatrice-Victoria Nevermind-Hinata, the Ultimate Diplomat, graduated top of her class, while my own son, Yukine Fujisaki, graduated right alongside her as the Ultimate Cyber-Detective.

Of course, we hadn't forgotten about our lost classmates in the excitement of a new era. Kyoko and Byakuya both commissioned to have a large alter built with the names of Class 78 written on it, designed for any who wished to pay their respects. We also placed the names of any close friends or family members who were unfortunate and died in The Tragedy.

However, we promised not to mope over it. What had happened, had happened. It was time to move on, and I believe we all did very well for ourselves.

I, personally, had finally found hope in my life. All my life, I was plagued by despair. I was forced to hide my true self, never making friends and opening up for fear of being bullied. Now, I was exactly the person I had always wanted to be, ever since I was younger.

True, we had lost many people along the way, and the world was still far from being fixed. But my friends and I survived. Kyoko and I found each other after so long of our memories being erased. I became confident in myself. My mama was alive. I have a family again.

Hope had triumphed over despair. In a way.

But everytime I looked up at the night sky, I had the feeling Makoto was proud of me for carrying on his legacy. I had done well for the both of us.

I may not have been the Ultimate Lucky Student, or even the Ultimate Hope, if such a thing could truly even exist. I was just the Ultimate Programmer. It was more than enough for me, because sometimes I was pretty useless if I wasn't seated in front of a screen. Without my talent, however, we never would've discovered the secrets of Hope's Peak and escaped. I never would've found my inner confidence or reunited with my mother or even met my idol.

People would remember my name for generations to come. Even if they forgot it, they'd still remember I was the creator of the Despair Cleanser Program; retaught the Remnants of Despair and gave them back their former personalities. My children were all grown-up now and were helping out the world in their own ways, adding in just a splash of technology.

Even now, programming is the one thing I was good at. I used to resent that phrase, thinking it meant I was a weak and lowly person. But now, I realize I can be strong and capable and still be good at programming.

Being the Ultimate Programmer was exactly what I needed to be. Because it was the one thing I was good at.

And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that at all.