[OLD] So Much to Know - An Oumami Story

Chapter 8 - I'm sorry, this is the only way

[Warning. This chapter contains kidnapping, guns, gore, and murder. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I ask that you leave. Thank you.]

[May 22, 2010 - Garbage Area \\ Time: 2:30pm]

  Rantaro was astonished at Kokichi's behavior. Kokichi would never plead for someone to assist him, particularly Rantaro. "I-uh. Fine! Yeesh, stop acting like such a crybaby. You're gonna make me puke if you continue to act that way, Freak."

  Kokichi's eyes lit up, "Aaah! T-Thank you, R-Rantaro-san!" Kokichi beamed brightly at Rantaro, causing the greenette's cheeks to turn a rosy pink.

  "Yeah, yeah," He scoffed, looking away and bouncing the bat a little. "Even though I'm helpin' you, do you even know where the psycho lives? If you don't know that, then there's no helping that other weird guy."

  Kokichi nodded understandingly, "Mhm, I-I know that. I-I've b-been to Shuichi's h-house many t-times, so I know w-where he l-lives," He fumbled with his hands, gazing downward. Kokichi's eyebrows furrowed, "I just- Why would S-Shuichi do such a-a thing?"

  Rantaro sighed, resting a hand on Kokichis' shoulder. "I don't know, I don't know too much about the guy to come up with anythin'. But like I said if you care that guy so much, I guess I'll help you."

  Kokichi reddened a bit. "U-Uhm. T-Thank you. When sh-should we t-try getting K-Korekiyo b-back?" Kokichi asked. Rantaro paced about and bucked the bat a bit.

  "At night," Rantaro responded, twirling the bat to make it in his line of vision. Rantaro began to murmur to himself while he waited for Kokichi to respond.

  "A-At night?! N-No! We'll be b-breaking in if we d-do that!" Kokichi cried out.

  Rantaro sighed, "Well, what do we do? You got anythin' better," He stared Kokichi dead in the eyes, causing the other shiver. Kokichi's finger when beneath his lower lip while thinking. The taller male groaned dramatically, "Oh my god! You don't have anythin' better, do you?"

  Kokichi stared at him, "I do-- I j-just--" Rantaro interrupted him by sighing.

  "You just what? There's no better way, right?" Rantaro told him, making Kokichi flinch.

  "Please d-don't yell. Please," Kokichi whispered, Rantaro taking note of that. The male sighed and corrected himself, replicating what he stated in a more gentle tone. "Thank you for t-that. U-Uhm. I s-suppose we c-could g-go at night."  

  "Okay, cool. How do we even get in, Freak? I don't have anythin'." He asked Kokichi, making sure he didn't talk to the boy in a rude tone. 

  "Hm... Um, may-maybe just g-go through the front door? I-I know that S-Shuichi has a k-key under the door-doormat." Kokichi responded, looking upwards at Rantaro. 

  "Under the doormat? How cliche." Rantaro snickered. 

[May 22, 2010 - Shuichi Saihara's House - Front Door \\ Time: 10:29pm]

  "So this is it? This is the creepy freak's house, eh? It looks pretty nice. What a shame it belongs to this weirdo." Rantaro stared at the house, he owned a moderately fascinated stare in his eyes.

  "Mhm. Oh-! Uh, let me g-grab th-the key..." Kokichi mumbled, bending down to lift the doormat. Rantaro looked at Kokichi, his eyes wandering. Kokichi fumbled with the key as he grabbed it. Rantaro stared at Kokichi in -- awe. 

  He thought it was weird to stare at a guy like this, but he couldn't resist. Kokichi was honestly breath-taking. The way Kokichi blushed when speaking, the way his pale, delicate fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, the way his pretty purple eyes sparkled with glee when Rantaro accepted to help him. It made Rantaro fall and fall hard. He couldn't get back up, Kokichi made him weak to his knees. 

  He knew the male for about a year now. All he did to the poor boy was bully him. Now that he thought about it, he hated it. Kaito would kill him if he didn't do what he said. If he were able to do his own thing, he would be kissing Kokichi's delicate lips this very moment.  

  The more he wandered his mind, he was the reason Miu and Tenko were dead. He was the reason Shuichi had gone insane and kidnapped Korekiyo. He was the reaso- "R-Rantaro-san, are you okay? You're st-staring off into sp-space..." 

  Rantaro flinched, "I-I'm alright. Just thinkin' about some stuff. That's -- all," Rantaro told him. Kokichi nodded understandingly at Rantaro's response. "Well, you ready to go?" 

  Kokichi approved, "Y-Yeah, I'm r-ready..." Kokichi advanced towards the door and installed the key into the keyhole, gently. The door unlocked, opening the door with a creaking noise. Kokichi sighed tensely and opened the door more, enabling them both to wander in. 

  Kokichi looked at Rantaro with nervous eyes and put his pointer finger to his mouth, signaling him to not be fairly loud. Rantaro nodded and reduced the amount of noise he made. They silently made their way around the house, trying to locate where the captured male was. 

  "No! Please stop this! Saihara! Please stop!" Kokichi swiftly turned his head, hearing Korekiyo's sobs. 

  "There!" Rantaro whisper-shouted, pointing to the direction from where the screams were being produced. Kokichi ran towards the screams, not caring if he made noise. He wanted his only sane friend back. 

  "Korekiyo! Are you okay?!" Kokichi shouted, gaining Korekiyo's attention. Korekiyo smiled for a brief moment. 

  "Ah, Kokichi! I'm in Shuichi's bedroom! You should rem-- Aah! That--" Korekiyo cried out, a flash of pain going through his body. Kokichi heard the sound of flesh ripping open. Kokichi felt like he was going to puke. 

  "Shut it! If I can't have you, nobody can!" Shuichi screamed, doing whatever psychotic and twisted thing he was doing to the poor male. 

  Kokichi burst into the room, the smell of burning flesh filling his lungs. It was intolerable, the smell was so disgusting. "Everything alright--? Ah! What in the-? You're a psycho!" Rantaro yelled out, the stench overwhelming his nostrils. 

  The sight that the two were introduced with was horrific. It looked unreal. Korekiyo's skin was being burned by a heated knife, digging into his flesh. Blood was scattered across the bedroom in a sickening way, the substance splattered on Shuichi's hands and ankles. Many cuts covered Korekiyo, dried blooding staining his skin. 

  "This is insane. You only live for Korekiyo, don't you..?" Kokichi mumbled, staring at Shuichi with fiery eyes. His tone of voice was filled with venom, surprising everyone in the room. He was never like that, he was always too scared to do anything. 

  "If I didn't have Korekiyo, I wouldn't be able to live. Korekiyo is all I live for. He is my life." Shuichi cried out, throwing the knife onto the floor and gripped his shirt. Blush covered his face, Korekiyo was who he lived for. If he didn't have Korekiyo, what would he be able to live for? Nobody. Korekiyo was all he cared for. 

  Kokichi pulled something from his pocket, Rantaro gasping. He pointed the object towards Korekiyo, tears flooding his vision. "Hey, Kokichi... Put the gun away." Rantaro whispered, dropping his bat on the floor and rubbing Kokichi's back. 

  Kokichi shook his head, "No," He loaded the revolver and pointed it to Korekiyo's head. "This is the only way all this will end." 

  Shuichi gasped and yelled out, "Kokichi! Don't you dare! Put that thing away! Please!" Korekiyo closed his eyes, "It's fine, Saihara. It's alright.." Shuichi sobbed, begging Kokichi to stop. Kokichi only ignored his cries. 

   "I'm sorry, this is the only way..." 

[ Chapter 8 - End ]