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Oni Kurano

"BOW TO THE GREAT DEMON QUEEN!"

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a character in “Banana Split--with a side of DEATH”, as played by Griese Lightning

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Kurano Oni (Eastern order) Great Demon Queen, Her Empress, Kura
Ultimate Exorcist Female Heterosexual Hijiri Byakuren

Likes:
Banishing demons to the underworld,
reciting verses from the Holy Book, demon-proofing her own and others’ living areas, and swimming.

Dislikes:
The demons of the underworld constantly
scratching at her door, having to work hard, when people mess with her
demon-hunting supplies, her sister, and herself.

Quirks:
Extremely loud and always yelling, plays with her hair when she’s nervous,
bites her nails (but if anyone points this it she will immediately bite them instead)




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Loud Loyal Lonely Hammy Ordinary

In a word, Oni is ordinary.

Because of this, she adopts a loud, extremely obnoxious persona, puffing herself up to grandiose proportions to appear more “exciting” than she actually is. Despite this, at her core Oni is a loyal, friendly girl, and she's rather keen on noticing when something isn't right about someone. In fact, her intuition is so keen that she'd probably know you were going to get sick before you even got sick, and she will fix that for you before it can even get started--even if you don't want her to. She's pushy--another issue of hers.

She is hilariously over-the-top, constantly melodramatic, and consistently upbeat. She’s also strangely self-conscious and hides from others when she isn’t in a mood to put on her act; she’d rather ignore everyone around her than show off her bland personality. When solemn or sad, perhaps due to witnessing a death, she becomes extremely subdued and nuanced and immediately loses all pretenses of her former self--because of this she often disappears shortly after seeing a crime scene in order to recollect herself and avoid being caught as a normal human with feelings and emotions.

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"You dare refuse a request from the Great Demon Queen?! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Oni was born Tachibana Yuno, a very average girl in a successful family. Her mother was a successful businesswoman and her father well-known in the private sector, and her older sister followed her mother’s footsteps. In school, Yuno was expected to excel, and she was constantly being pushed to be better than she was. The other kids either only hung out with her because she was well-off and bought them presents to earn their friendship, or they avoided her due to believing she was stuck-up because of her status. A lonely child, Yuno clung to her father for comfort and company. Seito was a generous and loving man, and as a hobby, he studied youkai, demonology, and religion.

Interested, Yuno began to get lessons from her father at age 7, learning about exorcisms and the concepts behind them. Instead of princess fairy tales, Yuno was told demonology stories or read to from the Bible. She became enthralled by the world her father taught her of, and in her desire to finally stand out in a family of people who stood out, Yuno nonstop studied how to perform successful exorcisms and adopted her new persona. Suddenly, instead of being a plain, average kid, Tachibana Yuno was Queen of the Underworld, the Demon Empress, the Dark Sorceress. She was Kurano Oni. She was self-assured and proud of who she had created.

Oni performed her first exorcism when her father discovered that a co-worker was claiming to be possessed by demons. It was a success, and from there Oni honed her craft until she could effectively cure demons that weren’t even there. She’s SO confident in her skills, SO assured of her talent, that she can exorcise a demon of negative energy or a sickness just by virtue of convincing you that you had a demon and convincing you that she got rid of it. While her mother and sister never came around, her father is incredibly proud of her and has fostered her persona and her confidence in herself. She was selected to attend Hope’s Peak based on her performances with her exorcisms.

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So begins...

Oni Kurano's Story

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For a moment, Romano was convinced he would see more deaths in the next seconds.

Then, in an instant, Faqir's composure seemed to drop completely. His grip weakened, freeing Oni and Mercy to pry him off of Ysabel, and the Jeweler nearly collapsed into the other two girls, burying his face in his hands. Oni bit her lip, holding Faqir from falling. Faqir broke into loud sobs, convulsing every once in a while with loud screams.

This cannot happen.

Romano noticed his hands had begun shaking. He took a series of deep breaths, silently counting to ten.

"We should..." Had his voice cracked? Romano wasn't sure. He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "We should not dwell on these things for much longer. It is beneficial for us to begin the voting as soon as possible."

Madoka moved to pull Clair into a hug. She leaned against his shoulder, sniffling.

This cannot happen.

They had worked too hard to let everything fall apart now. If everyone could just stay calm...

"Monokuma." Romano locked eyes with the bear. "The vote, if you may?"

This absolutely cannot happen.

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"About time!" Monokuma exclaimed, crossing his arms. "Alright, twerps, time to vote! You know how it's done by now!"

There was a pounding in Faussin's head. Clutching his stand for balance, he closed his eyes, trying to even out his breathing so his heart could stop beating so quickly. It only made him more anxious, the voices louder, the pain in his head worse...

"If--if Lottimelia killed herself," Vivara started warily, "then she is the 'blackened', wouldn't you say? I would like to clarify before we vote."

"I-I believe so," Finnian muttered, his eyes downcast. He took a shaky breath. "Lottimelia is the one we need to vote for, yes."

Mercy helped Oni support Faqir's weight, expression mostly if not completely blank. After pulling him further away from Ysabel, she lifted him into a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around him. Ysabel, meanwhile, fell to the floor, gasping for breath. She was coughing and spluttering, tears forming at the corners of her eyes--watching, as his headache worsened and the voices continued to taunt him, Faussin almost felt bad.

But she didn't feel bad for talking Lottimelia into suicide. She didn't feel bad for trapping them all in this horrifying game of death. No matter what any of the people there had done, Ysabel was by far the worst of them all. She was a true monster.

Attempting to steel himself, Faussin pressed the button in front of him, locking in his choice.

At least, if Lottimelia killed herself, then she was the murderer--meaning there was no one to execute. They were only going to lose one student that day, or so he prayed.

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This much was good enough--they had lost one student, but this trial they would not lose another. That in mind, Romano pressed down on his choice. Oni slowly drew away from Faqir and Mercy to press the button for Faqir's podium and her own. Slowly, everyone locked in their votes.

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...

...

"And the votes are in! This trial's blackened...the Ultimate Botanist, Amelia Temmer!"

Romano breathed a sigh of relief. They were safe--no one else would die here.

"But, well, hmm..." Monokuma smiled a demented grin, and instantly Romano's world stopped turning. "It's no fun not to punish anyone. What can ya do? She killed herself, so I didn't get the honors! How about this?"

The voting buttons folded back into the students' podiums. From Monokuma's large seat, a bigger panel popped out of the woodwork with buttons representing each student.

"I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you choose." Monokuma's one red eye gleamed. In the lighting, Romano swore it was the color of blood. "You guys can vote on who you want to have executed for this trial! But bear in mind, no one leaves until you choose! So pick wisely, scrubs!"

This cannot happen. This cannot happen.

It took all of Romano's willpower not to completely lose his wit.

Why must this happen?

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Faussin felt his legs about to buckle. Hands shaking, he held to his stand even more tightly, willing himself not to lose it completely. As hopeless thoughts began to swim through his head, egged on by the voices and amplified by the horror of those around him, he repeated the phrase can't give up over and over in his mind.

"This..." Vivara shook her head, hands trembling. "This is cruel beyond reckoning."

"Ysabel," Graham muttered. "She should be the one to die. Lottimelia's death was her fault in the first place, wasn't it? Everyone's deaths are her fault."

Ysabel, who had slowly taken her place back behind her stand, rubbed her neck. She regarded the students with what looked like condescension, her lilac eyes seeming unburdened as ever. Whether she was silent because she had no words to say or she was wary of being strangled again, it was hard to tell.

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Romano tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady. It should have been simple enough, right? Throw Ysabel under the bus and leave it at that.

Even so, would Monokuma let his accomplice actually get killed?

It was then that Romano took time to examine the larger voting panel at Monokuma's seat. He picked out the issue immediately.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but Miss Ysabel is not an option."

Faqir managed to glance up at the voting panel, springing back to his podium in horror. "Are you f*cking KIDDING me?!"

Monokuma was clever, if nothing else. He was clever, he was brutal, and he was despicable beyond belief.

Oni stared at the voting panel, her eyes taking on an odd look. Romano glanced over at Madoka and Clair, who were tangled in each other's arms.

Faqir's fury quickly bubbled back to the surface. He pointed accusingly at Clair. "D*mmit, then let's get Clair! She avoided dying last trial, we can sack her for this one!"

"No!" Madoka spoke out for the first time during the trial, shaking. "P-please, don't kill her! C-Clair has been doing so well, sh-she can't die now, I-I promised her..."

"Good luck charm." Clair swallowed, forcing a smile to her face. "I-it's okay. I deserve it. L-let's just get me killed and get it over with."

"I am not losing you!" Madoka sobbed, grabbing the girl's shoulders. "I almost lost you twice now, I won't do this again!"

"Then what the h*ll else are we supposed to do, huh?!" Faqir demanded. "Should we vote in Romano just because he's involved with the mafia, assuming what that b*tch said is true?! Do we vote for Graham just for being a thief?! Do we throw Mercy under the bus because she's a hunter?! What the h*ll else should we do?!"

Romano clenched his fists to try and regain some control over himself. He counted silently, maintaining steady breathing. "We should try to discuss this logically. Perhaps there is some way--"

"Some way what, Rom?! This is different from any other trial! The only one of us who did anything wrong is Clair, so let's just punish her for getting Eriko and Braeden murdered and move on! At least she deserves it!"

Madoka clung tightly to Clair, trembling. "If you're going to try to kill her, I-I'd rather you killed me instead!"

They were getting nowhere by arguing, but somehow, Romano couldn't muster the strength to speak up again. He stared at the voting panel, empty of Ysabel's face, taunting the group from where it sat.

True hopelessness was found in that moment.

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"We..." Faussin suddenly felt suffocated. "Please don't kill Clair. She doesn't deserve it."

"If not Clair, then who?" Vivara replied, chuckling bitterly. "No one here is what we'd call an 'ideal' choice, but better the person who we know can kill and has the potential to kill again, wouldn't you say?"

"Viv and Faqir have a point," Graham muttered, eyes downcast. "She--"

"I don't care!" Faussin cried, surprising even himself. "Kill me instead. It's not like I'm any better! I just--please don't kill her, she shouldn't have to die at the hands of a murderous little teddy bear! Don't do that to her, and don't do that to Madoka!"

"For the last time, I am not a teddy bear!" Monokuma said, brandishing his claws.

"It doesn't matter what you are!" Faussin shouted, all of the frustration and sadness he'd been trying to suppress during their entire time there suddenly bubbling to the surface. "You're evil! You're soulless! I hate you, and I hate this, and I hate myself, so just vote me up!"

Finnian took a shaky breath. "Fauss, we're not going to kill you."

"Why not?" He questioned, fists clenching. "I don't know anyone here. I haven't talked to anyone, I haven't made any friends--heck, you guys know next to nothing about me, so what's there to mourn?"

"Why are you so intent on defending her?" Vivara asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Faussin bit his lip. "Because I don't want to see her die."

"You barely know her," Vivara said. "It's as you said--we barely know you and you barely know any of us. Why do you care so much?"

"I-I..." Faussin rubbed his eyes, resentful of the tears that formed. "I-I can't explain it, I just do. You're in as much danger with her alive as you are with me alive, so killing either one of us would get rid of some of the threat either way. No one is attached to me, and that's fine, but it's no secret how much Madoka cares about Clair. So do him a favor and just kill me instead, okay?"

If anything, it'd get the voices to finally shut up, he thought, bitterly.

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In an instant, the team they had finally reformed had fallen to pieces. Romano couldn't tell what he hated more about the situation--the fact that everyone around him was shattering, or the fact that he wasn't.

Clair let out a cry, trying to get free of Madoka's grasp. "Don't kill him!" she cried, clawing at Madoka's arms held fast around her body. "P-please, don't kill him! F-Fauss, i-it's okay, I already want to die, j-just...j-just please, you have to live through this, don't...don't kill him!"

Romano glanced over at Oni, worried at how the little exorcist was handling the situation. Her eyes were locked on the voting panel, her posture oddly steady and her expression somehow confident. Somehow, it worried Romano far more than Clair and Faussin's pleas for death.

Faqir let out a hoarse laugh, laced with the same insanity that had tinged Clair's in the last trial. "H*ll! Why not just kill me, then?! We're all going to rot in here anyways, might as well get it over with!"

"E-everyone stop, please!" Madoka yelled. "I-if we just calm down, maybe--"

"No," Romano interrupted. He licked his lips briefly, trying to alleviate the dryness of his mouth. "...There is no way out of the situation this time around. We have reached a dead end, and there is now nothing we can do but make a sacrifice in order to move forward."

At the word "sacrifice", Romano saw Oni move out of the corner of his eye. When he turned to face her more fully, however, it appeared the girl hadn't budged an inch from her previous position.

"Then just sacrifice me already!" Clair insisted. "What do I even get if we all scape this place?! I-I'd rather die in here than out there, just...you better not let Fauss do this! Fauss, don't you dare do this!"

The longer the trial dragged on, the worse Romano's headache got. He reached up to rub his temples, determined not to let the situation drag him down any further.

Things would work out somehow...wouldn't they?

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"There's nothing for me to go back to," Faussin insisted, attempting to sound reasonable in his desperate attempt to be chosen for execution. "I have no family, I have no friends--I only have a way to distance myself from the world so that I hate myself a little less. No one will miss me, and neither will any of you. I wouldn't even miss me. Someone has to be executed, and I'm saying I'll be that person. What are we waiting for?"

"Do not throw away your life so willingly," Vivara hissed, hands trembling.

"The sooner we get this over with, the sooner everyone can find a way out of here," Faussin pointed out. "It's just like Romano said--there's no way out of it. P-please, just kill me already, okay? I would rather be able to die for you guys than in a world where I'm miserable. At least this way, I can feel like I'm worth something, even if just for a second."

"We--we can't just stand here forever," Mercy sighed, rubbing her forehead. "We have to make a decision."

"That's what I'm saying!" Faussin exclaimed, the tears coming faster all of the sudden. "Please! I need to believe everyone else can live through this! Kill me!"

"You've done nothing wrong! None of us have!" Finnian cried, nails digging into his stand. "How can any of us willingly sentence anyone here to death?!"

Faussin wiped the tears from his face, eyes suddenly zeroing in on the voting machine. Moving out from his stand, he started toward it, but Graham caught his arm, holding him back.

"Just let me," Faussin nearly begged.

"I-I can't," Graham replied, biting his lip.

Faussin sobbed, desperately trying to free himself from Graham's grip. "Why?!"

"Because you don't deserve it!" Graham yelled.

Faussin actually laughed out loud, tears now mixing with bitter chuckles, "you don't know that! I absolutely do deserve it, more than anyone here! D*mmit, why won't you just... just let me! Let me die!"

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Just stop them. It will all be fine. Just stop them. Say something.

Romano squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out everyone's shouting. Clair let out a sob, struggling against Madoka.

"Fauss!" she shouted. "Fauss! L-let them kill me, please! Th-there's still so much, I-I deserve it!"

Romano hardly registered anything that was happening...until he noticed Oni step out from behind her podium, gently remove her necklace from Faqir, and begin heading towards him.

"O-Oni," Faqir gasped out, nearly breathless, "where are you going?"

Oni was remarkably calm as she stepped up to Romano's podium, gently passing him her necklace. Willing his hands to stop shaking, Romano reached out to take it, meeting Oni's eyes. They shimmered in the dull lighting, a strained smile poking at her lips.

"Oni...?" Faqir began to move towards her as Oni reached out to grab Romano's hand. "...Oni, come back. L-listen, we'll just send one of those two, okay? They want to die anyway!"

Romano allowed Oni to hold his hand for a moment, trying not to focus on the resolve in her gaze.

"...If I were going to kill anyone...it would be a demon." All of Oni's loudness and grandiose nature had vanished--in that moment, she became just as vulnerable as the rest of them. Romano squeezed her hand subconsciously. "...Hey, Romano. Your queen's last order is to guard that necklace."

Last.

Romano struggled to find words to say that wouldn't betray his growing feelings of dread. He settled on nodding.

Oni was quiet for a moment. Slowly, she took a couple of steps closer, stood on her toes, and planted a light kiss on Romano's lips. He blinked, admittedly taken by surprise.

Her voice came in a soft whisper. "Thank you. I'm sorry."

Oni. Romano placed a hand on her shoulder, willing himself not to lose everything now of all times. He continued counting internally, clutching Oni's necklace in his hand. Oni took a step back, taking a deep breath.

"See..." Oni smiled--Romano realized it was the most pure, innocent smile he had ever seen. "The problem is simple. Everyone is sad, and terrible things are happening...because there is a demon among you. As an exorcist, it is my responsibility to get rid of that demon."

Faqir stiffened. "Oni, what--what are you saying? Get--get back to your stand!"

Oni turned to look at him, grinning. "If I did that, the demon would still be here. You all see? You are held in despair under the powerful rule of the Great Demon Queen. So then...I relinquish that rule."

"Oni!" By now, Faqir had begun to chase the girl down. Oni calmly turned towards the voting panel and began to head for it. Faqir caught her arm, yanking her back a step. "Come on, you haven't done anything wrong, okay?! W-we can just use this to get back at Clair or something! Fauss clearly wants to die, let one of them do it!"

With a surprising strength, Oni tore her arm loose--or perhaps Faqir was just too drained to hold on to her properly.

"Don't worry. I want to die too, so it's fine to send me." Oni took another step towards the voting panel. Romano's fingers dug into the cross she had passed him.

Come back. He willed his voice to work. Oni, come back.

"You don't deserve this, Oni!" Faqir demanded. "Y-you've done nothing wrong! Just...just come back, okay?"

For a moment, Oni didn't respond. When she spoke again, her voice sounded more natural than it ever had.

"...Yuno."

"W-what...?"

Oni took another step. Romano gripped his stand, aching to chase after her. "My real name. It's Tachibana Yuno. So, you see? I have done something wrong. I lied to all of you and I lied to myself." The girl paused, reaching out to touch Amelia's stand as she passed it. "And, you know, I've failed at being an exorcist if I did all that work and everyone is still sad, and people still died, and this still happened. But it's okay, because I think I know what the problem is now. It's me!"

Clair hiccupped, writhing. "You're not the problem! On--Yuno, c-come back here and let me die instead!"

"But that wouldn't fix anything." Oni--or Yuno, Romano supposed--had reached Bonnie's stand; she paused, drawing her hand along the surface of it. "It has to be me, or the demons will keep coming after you. It's okay--I hate Tachibana Yuno anyways, so if I kill her, it'll be a good thing. And maybe when you all escape, you can thank my daddy for teaching me how to be an exorcist, and you can tell my mommy and my sister what I did, and maybe they'll think I'm a good girl now. And you can all grow up and be happy, and start families, and the demons won't bother you anymore."

Come back. Yuno, come back.

"Just let me die!" Clair pleaded. "Please, just let me die!"

Yuno stretched, her posture oddly relaxed. "You haven't had a chance to be happy yet, though. And, well...a life where you were never happy even once is a terrible life! You still need to live yours, then, so you can discover happiness. I already..."

She trailed off. Romano heard her sniffle for the first time.

"I already found happiness," Yuno continued. "I found it with you guys. I found it in the way I've loved being with all of you. I found it in spending time with everyone, in the friends I've made. So my life has been pretty fulfilled."

She was close enough now to reach out and touch the panel. For once, Romano wanted to let himself release his composure.

Just as her fingers brushed the button with her own face, Romano found the will to speak.

"Miss Yuno."

Yuno paused, releasing a soft chuckle. "...Just call me Yuno, Rom. I want you to. I'm not your queen anymore."

Romano swallowed, hating the dryness of his throat. "...Yuno."

Even saying her name felt bittersweet--Romano had made it a lifestyle not to address anyone around him by only their first name. In that moment, he felt Yuno deserved more respect than he had ever given another person, but calling her by name felt...right, somehow. "...There is still time to discuss this. You do not have to throw your life away. We..."

Come back. Please.

Yuno had paused, her hand hovering over the button.

"I..." Romano took a deep breath. "I will miss you."

He could almost see Yuno's gentle smile. She sniffled.

"...I'll miss you too, Romano."

Before he could call out and stop her, Yuno pushed against the button, and her face lit up in a flash. A small chime sounded. Faqir let out a loud scream, charging forwards to gather Yuno into a hug. Clair yelled in anguish, elbowing her way out of Madoka's grasp to stumble into the middle of the ring of students, where she collapsed to her knees. Madoka leaned over his podium, pounding his fist on the wood.

And for the first time since arriving in the hotel, Romano felt a tear leave his eye. He wiped it away, gripping Yuno's necklace.

Goodbye, my queen.

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Faussin screamed out, legs buckling. Graham caught him before he hit the ground, lifting the magician up and supporting his weight. Staring at Yuno with what may have been admiration, Graham used his free hand to salute her, hands shaking slightly. "Your sacrifice will not be in vain, my queen."

Tears forming in her eyes, Vivara sprinted out from behind her stand and over to Yuno, arms wrapping tightly around her. Hardly able to stand, Finnian somehow managed the strength to bow to her.

"Thank you, Yuno." Mercy's voice was uncharacteristically soft, and her expression unreadable.

Ysabel stood silently, watching with those same condescending eyes. There was something smug in the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips--it was almost as though she enjoyed seeing everyone break down. No, it was as if she was proud of it all, and proud of the monster she was.

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"It'd better not be!" Somehow, despite everything that had happened--despite sentencing herself to death--Yuno's cheerfulness had crept back into her voice. "All of you still need to find your happiness and get back home, after all, and if you don't after all this...then I'll send my demons from hell to torment you all until you do! Don't make my vengeful spirit haunt you!"

"Idiot!" Faqir sobbed, clinging to Yuno's body. "W-why would you do that, w-why...why does this keep happening?!"

Yuno patted his head, then touched Vivara's shoulder. "...You'll find your happiness, okay? And when you do, you'll be glad everyone made it through this."

You are my happiness. The words wouldn't come. Romano removed his glasses to wipe his eyes, thumb gently brushing along Yuno's cross.

"And there you have it!" The happy-go-lucky tone of Monokuma's voice nearly rose the rage Romano had been suppressing. He took a long, deep breath, determined to maintain control of himself. "The voted substitute is our Ultimate Exorcist! Then let's give it everything we've got!"

"Don't you dare!" Faqir ordered. "D*mmit! I'm not letting you go!"

"It's..."

"Shut up! Shut up! I'm not doing this again, n-not again!"

"PUNISHMENT TIME~!"

"NO!"

The metal "arms" that had dragged off the other blackened students shot out to clamp around any available parts of Yuno's body. Her expression twisted, Yuno shoved hard against Vivara and Faqir, trying to separate herself from the two. More of the "arms" worked to tear them away, and despite everything they had worked so hard for, Yuno was dragged off into the depths.

The moment she was gone, Romano slammed his fist onto the desk, crushing his glasses.

Come back.





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Being strapped to a cross immediately upon reaching the point of the execution was oddly ironic. Somehow, Yuno was satisfied with it.

Oni Kurano would have to make one final show before she vanished along with Yuno. Grinning, the Ultimate Exorcist faced her imminent doom with a bellowing laugh.

It would all be alright. Somehow, Yuno had confidence in that fact.

If nothing else, Monokuma clearly hadn't had the time to meticulously plan an ironic execution for every one of the possible candidates for death. A single Monokuma approached her, dressed in the vestments of the Pope. It clutched a single gun, which pointed straight at Yuno's forehead.

Bring it on, demon scum.

She had already vowed to herself to stay defiant to the end. Facing the barrel of the pistol with a smile, Yuno slowly curled in her fingers, angling both middle fingers as close to the Monokuma as she could reach.

Go to hell with me.

Something surged forwards and attached to Oni's forehead, something oddly non-bullet-shaped.

The miniscule bomb exploded in a burst of light, reducing Yuno's body to a crumbing corpse and the cross to a mournful "T".