Instant Action

Before he could decide on a game plan, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Half of him wanted to hide, but that was thrown off when he heard a shout. "Makoto I know you're in there." It was Sayaka. He was hoping it was just Taka, but a girl meant he had to be careful.

"One sec!" He quickly hid his handbook and ran to the door, opening it gently. "Hey Sayaka, what's up?"

"Oh, well Makoto, this killing game is--"

"Wait, don't!" He shouted as she stepped in.

"Action Successful." She said in a flat tone, though with a voice like hers it still sounded on-key. "Active Trigger Unlocked: Psychic. Clean-up Time: One Minute."

"Huh? Sayaka are you..." He waved his hand in front of her eyes. They didn't track it, but she was still blinking. Hesitantly he went for his handbook. Sayaka's trigger had changed,

(1) Sayaka Maizono: Peek up her skirt. (Red)

The luckster blushed just thinking about doing that. His checked her triggers list to find the new listing:

Sayaka Maizono Triggers:

• Psychic (Active): If directly asked, Sayaka will tell you everything on her mind.

This was all beginning to feel actually real. At least the trigger wasn't too bad. Sayaka was always open and honest with him, so not much would change."This killing game is-- woah... Did something happen? You teleported a bit." She gave a nervous giggle.

"Um, no I don't... Hey Sayaka, what's on your mind?"

She immediately dropped back to that monotone drone. "I really want to get out of here. I'm terrfied all I've worked towards will be lost and I'll be forgotten. God, I'm terrified of being forgotten. All I've done up until now, it has to have meant something. If I die in here, it's all for nothing. That's why I can't let myself die in here, even if it means I have to kill someone."

"Huh!? S-Sayaka, what?"

"You would have been an easy target to lure, but since everyone knows how close I am to you they'd immediately suspect me. Therefore I've been struggling to decide on who to kill. It can't be a girl... maybe Aoi or Sakura, but they're both stronger than me. Of the boys, Byakuya and Hifumi probably wouldn't fall for it. Mondo and Taka also wouldn't, but for different reasons. That leaves Leon and Hiro. Leon's a professional athlete, but Hiro is almost five years older than me."

"Sayaka, you're really considering...?"

She snapped from the trance and takes a deep breath. "Uh, M-Makoto... I didn't, you..."

"No, it's okay." He frowned. "I know it's tough, being in here. But you can't let yourself consider something like that! Nobody will die in here if we don't let Monokuma beat us. I promise I'll find a way out that we all can use!"

"Makoto, you..." She blushed. "Okay, I... I won't. I don't know why I... blurted that out, but... it felt good to get off my chest."

He let out a sigh of relief. Maybe these triggers weren't all bad, as long as he was careful with them. "Okay, uh, what else is on your mind, not **** related."

"You really seemed manly for a moment. I know I'm out of your league, but still it feels good to talk to you. If only my stupid contract didn't forbid boyfriends, I might date you when we're out of here. You look really cute blushing like that." She cut through the monotone for a laugh. "Ow... my bra. It's so tight."

"Huh? Why is it tight?"

She went a bright pink and she covered her mouth. "Why did I say... Um, it's... not a big deal, don't worry."

"Sayaka, you can tell me."

"Um... okay but promise not to tell anyone else." She sighed. "My contract says I have to wear a B-cup at all times. Y'know, it's a marketing thing."

"Huh? How does that make sense!?"

"I'm a young pop star, my appeal is my youth. The studio needs me to look younger for as long as possible."

"So they're making you wear... n-no! That's absurd!" He shouted. "They can't **** you to do that!"

"I... I've said too much, sorry. I should go." She quickly strutted to the door. "Sorry for bothering you."

"Wait, you weren't--" The door slammed shut before he could finish. He felt frustrated with himself. At least maybe he convinced her out of the ****, but knowing she was in pain just to laugh? He clenched his fist and turned to the camera. "I... I know you wanted me to be a creep with these triggers, but... I'm going to help people!"

"Puhuhu. A bold challenge." Junko giggled, twirling in her comfy chair and tossing some popcorn in. "Well then, let's see how long a boy like you can resist." Maybe this could be more fun that the killing game after all, and the viewers were tuning in tenfold. She spun to her master console, looking through the list of faces. "But... what's a game without a little competition. Now, who should be my traitor?"