Tsukiyomi Alternate Ending

He hated this about her. She would never react with yelling or screaming, always calm and composed. This was not how it was supposed to happen.

"Ohhh man." She whined to herself as she looked up at the bulkhead and ran her hands through her golden locks. Pulling her own hair in frustration she thought about what sort of punishment she was about to receive for violating a direct order.

Still I saw Marian's gaze as she seized fighting. Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks as her eye locked to mine. They were empty, the spirit in her quenched but worst of all she looked at me understanding why.

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

“Yes, actually.” The captain eyed her carefully, waiting for any false move. He saw none so far, “Prince Jyushimatsu and Prince Ichimatsu were seen talking to a girl before they approached the soldiers.”

Yuki slowly opens her eyes letting a single ray of light pass through the darkness. In that light she sees a gallant young man kneeling over her holding a katana in his other hand. The young man was uncomfortable close to her. If she was not shaking from fear, Yuki would have thought of him handsome. His hair flows green down the back of his ears, complementing a thick green scarf around his neck.

Yuya’s eyes stared down at the floor, feeling utterly defeated. His fist clenched in anger and disappointment, as he heard Monokuma declare him guilty. He was ashamed of himself for stooping so low and actually killing one of his classmates. Yuya looked back up, a soft smile clearly being shown on his face. The corner of his eyes began to tear up as he whispered out, “I’m sorry everyone...” He could feel his legs shaking, as his cries grew louder, and he was scared of what was to come next.

“Yeah, but they just ignored me,” the little girl mumbled, her head leaning against the window as she took in the scenery.

She studied him, her eyes running over his form. “The way you handled yourself with those men was particularly telling. You could have drawn your weapon, but you did not. You are either sure of yourself, or ... .”

In the first couple of days she had fought too, but even now she was running out of hope, of patience. Her time here had taken a toll on her, too, maybe that was their intent... 'as if living out there wasn't hard enough' her thoughts turned dark as she lifted her hands, looking at her naked arms, at the pockmarks from needles and the tiny scars from scalpel cuts. She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair - the only tell she had for long long she had been there was how long her hair had grown since they took her. She probably looked like a mess; her captors considered hosing her off sufficient to keep her clean, so her hair was dirty and unkept and her clothing was in tatters. She had once been wearing a pair of relatively nice black jeans on her lower body, a halter top covering her upper body and of course a nice jacket and shoes.

“All right, I’ll take you to him. But if he doesn’t know you, you’re all going to be thrown into the frying pan.” She made a slashing gesture with her huge, hooked claw across her neck. “And I’ll cook you up just like I do my fish, dark and crispy.”

Ikaika Felafasofa wakes up to the soothing, relaxing sounds of the ocean next to his old fashion beach front home in Nanakuli, Oahu and his lovely mother and crazy cousin, Kai, on the side of his bed.

He leap from my head and made her way towards Yumihime. But, before she reached her, the ninja slammed headfirst into an electic red barrier. She fell to the ground, stunned, with wisps of smoke curling from her ears.

"Foolish girl!" Hal hissed at her as she'd rushed forward and heedless of what she might say he caught her by the arm. His duty was to protect her life, regardless of the actions she herself took, and right now, on the field of battle, she was far out of her

Tord was nearly sobbing, on his knees, looking up with his mouth open like a pathetic animal. His whole body was covered in various scratches, bruises, cuts, and teeth marks. Tears flowed gently from the corners of his eyes, desperate for any attention from the brutal man with the keys to the handcuffs that were currently on him. He had been teased and fucked and slapped over again, for what seems like hours and hours, in complete bliss.