A despairing memory (Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc Fan-fiction)

The final sacrifice (Chapter 6 part 2)

Makoto seemed to be lost in thoughts, while I was here wondering what the mastermind had planned for me. Surely I knew the truth. Everyone had lost a total of two years of memory, and we were all former classmates, we were ripped away from these memories. I remembered some blurs. What was weird is I remember spending time with the other and such, but what I know happened, I can't seem to recall anything. It's like the mastermind chose parts of my memory and selectively removed them to implant some others. I know the mastermind is one of the students, but the question is who... 

Kyoko: Are you okay?

Makoto: O-Oh, yeah... it's nothing. 

What was going to happen... I have no idea, but I won't give up... I can't... I-

Kyoko: Athea? 

Athea: Mmmh? 

Kyoko: Are you okay?

Athea: Yes, I was just lost in my head, no big deal.

Kyoko: Well, even now. I still trust you know.

This was directed towards Makoto, I knew she trusted me, she told me and she listened to me when I gave a plan... although I could have done so much better. Even if I still feel something about her, I don't remember what she has done.

Kyoko: It's just... I'm not used to relying on others. I know I never asked you for help the right way, so I understand if you're not convinced...

Makoto: You said you had a reason for doing all that investigating on your own... So... how'd that turn out? Were you able to remember anything?

Kyoko: I think there's still a lot I don't remember. But at the very least... I was finally able to recall my purpose and my ability. 

I remembered her ability, since we grew up together, we have similar talents. Although mine is different from hers. You see there's something called the Detective shelf collection, also known as the detective library, it is a way to rank all detectives. Kyoko is  910, meaning she specializes in murder and impossible crime at the highest rank which is 0. On my part I am 960, meaning I specialize more in murders and prostitution and gambling crimes, although rarely the thing itself, but most crimes within these industries like a famous gambler got assassinated and stuff like that. I do have a certain ease with solving impossible crimes, more than the average detective, but it's not my best asset, I go undercover meaning I had to deal with a lot of underaged prostitution... I had to go undercover as one many times, which is something I had to hide from my grandfather, because of his protective habits. I couldn't have a cellphone or anything but still managed to get out of there alive countless times, although I couldn't say I wasn't hurt. It really makes you see the world differently when you see the industry from the inside... Many times, I was almost assaulted... luckily, when I was learning with Kyoko and our grandfather, he thought us how to defend ourselves, again because of his protective nature. 

He might seem distant with compassion, but in true nature... he took us away from our family and our father let him... I couldn't even tell my mom goodbye, the one that understood me the most... and he let us go like we were simply a heritage. We were raised not as children but as heirs... Kyoko has respect for our grandfather, because of his knowledge and his status, but I grew out of the phase... I hate him... I can't look at him anymore without wanting to just scream. All my life I was told to suck it up and not let others see what I truly felt... the only thing I could never control was my anger... which is what makes me and Kyoko different. 

He always compared me to her, I was never good enough. All my life I was told that I would be a mediocre detective while Kyoko kept improving, of course, I never hated her, after all, it wasn't her fault... it was his. Kyoko always did her best to tell me that I was improving, but I was no fool. I may be better than the average detective, but I'll never be good enough in his eyes... and apparently, I sucked as a daughter too, because even my dad didn't want me. He is one of the reasons I came here... I wanted to get away from my grandfather, yes, but I need to hear the truth from him... I may hate my father, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't at least hear his side of the story... I'm not dumb, we were fed lies... I saw the hatred in his eyes when he was talking about our father... on the rare occasions that is...