𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 | 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙫3

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼: 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲

[王馬 小吉] Oma Kokichi

Aw, man. I remember high school days. Not a care in the world, you say? I have many experiences that contradicts that very statement.

For some, high school could be a blooming flower. For me, it was just an obstacle that tore off my limbs.

I looked intently at my paper once all the members of D.I.C.E had left.

There was an arrow connecting two ideas, but I already ruled out that possibility a while ago. I'm not so heartless to actually harm some of my classmates.

That's a lie~

If it were to save my loyal followers, I, Kokichi Oma, would probably not hesitate to cut a few necks.

Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Anthropologist. I didn't bother to ever learn what Athen's polygon gist was.  Until now, that is. Honestly the most interesting part about him is that he crazes about his sister. Nevermind, throw that part out, it's disgusting. Wore a mask and had long, black hair. Dressed like some military dude?

Angie Noga, Ultimate Artist. Don't ask me what Atua is because I barely know. White hair in two hair ties and a yellow jacket. She praises this Atua every single day.

Kirumi Tojo, one of the people who actually gave a crap about me. What to say. . .she was the Ultimate Maid and carried out all orders. She was like my mom.

Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Cosplayer. We have similar ideals, but that's all the more to not like her. She had blue hair and glasses.

Keebo, or K1-Bo, Ultimate Robot. He doesn't really like me, I guess, since I always make this so called 'robophobic' remark every once in a while.

Tenko Chabashira, has a starfish for a hair tie. That was a lie~ or was it? She has a pink little collar and hates males. Not all males are degenerates, you rude ass banana Patrick. Ultimate Aikido Master.

Kaede Akamatsu. Blonde and an ew. She's nice, but I don't like her since everyone likes her and I guess she just radiates bad vibes. Ultimate Pianist.

Kaito Momota, Ultimate Astronaut. He has purple hair and he kind of reminds me of an old man. We aren't really friendly.

Harukawa Maki , Ultimate Assassin. She tried to pull off being an Ultimate Child Caregiver, but her cover was blown because of her extremely rude personality. She's not even a tsundere, she's just a bitch.

Hoshi Ryoma, Ultimate Tennis Player. He was in jail. He's small.

Ultimate Survivalist Amami Rantaro. Dunno how he got it, wasn't around to find out. He is avocado.

Yumeno Himiko who fantasizes about her actually have magic abilities. Ultimate Magician, or so the red-head says.

Gokuhara Gonta, Ultimate Entomologist. He loves bugs and I say he's too kind for his own good. By the way, he's huge.

Iruma Miu, Ultimate Shitventor. SO SHE'S LIKE, A WHo—

Saihara Shuichi, Ultimate Detective. He was pretty nice and he gets flustered easily. He was one of the few who didn't shut me out after I teased 'em.

I wrote all of that down. It kind of broke my heart to write down the last one, since we (Saihara-chan and I~) didn't really leave off with a good ending. He ended up saying I would be alone forever and stuff like that.

At the time, we were at school with a few others like Maki ghoul and Kaihoe. I put up a mask in response to that, of course. None of them saw through it.

Thank God.

Welp, right now I'm more or less worried what to do. I didn't know all of them just gathered up and came to Tokyo, so. . .

I am kind of confused. Saihara-chan was more or less confusing. I wanted to know the tea immediately, since I really couldn't stand to wait for these things.

As if on cue, Mezeto opened the door. He wore an 'expressionless' face but in reality we all knew he was just annoyed. He was going to just hand me a file, but I had other plans for him. I quickly walked to the door and shut it behind me.

His eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"Don't think you can get away with just a file~ you must really hate me to not want to tell me directly."

"T-that's—"

I shook my head and motioned for him to sit down. Mezeto groaned.

"So? Tell me."

"Fine." He looked at his nails and lay back in my bed. "Saihara Shuichi, your, um, I forgot, but your friend? But anyway, he formed a group."

A group?

Wait. . .

"You mean like, an organization?" I exclaimed excitedly. He backed away in disgust despite our distance.

"Yes, an organization. Of course, he formed something for. . .the better of the world, I suppose. He's a detective, and the others are trying to bring hope and justice."

"Like a suicide hotline," I said.

Mezeto looked at me in wonder. Bad wonder, just in case you were wondering, but that little twat never looked at me in admiration ever since we met.

"Far from that. It's like a police station."

"Ooh. They famous?"

"That's how I got the information so quickly."

"Hm. Okay. And Saihara-chan is this, leader, say?"

". . .yes."

"How amazing," I gushed. "Two opposing organizations."

He left right away.

To be honest, it wasn't completely because I was such a weirdo that I lost contact with all my high school classmates.

That Haruhoe was dating Sora, and she used to know of D.I.C.E. We all used to be friends. It was about a year after I formed the organization.

But then that killer broke it off and that caused the friend group to split in half.

That's right. Some of the people from the orphanage went with her.

None of them was in our high school, but I'm pretty sure she's still in touch with the ones who sided with her.

Thankfully, all of D.I.C.E was with Sora. That was an of course though.

I'm pretty sure now she barely remembers it. She knows I'm from an orphanage, ('cause it was normal to know everyone's lives in high school, duh) and she remembers she's from an orphanage, but I was different back then, so when we met in high school she just thought I was some random kid from a random orphanage.

But it's pretty weird that all of the people from our class got together in a group and I'm just in one that has a completely different motive.

Not really.

I sighed and leaned back. Most of this was hurting my head, but I wasn't about to let Miss Assassin take over my thoughts.

She didn't know about D.I.C.E when we met at the orphanage, so that's why she was completely oblivious to the fact I was telling the truth when I said I had an organization of over 10,000 people in high school.

Um, scratch that, I only have 10. But I still had an organization. . .

Maybe we'll all meet. Just a fateful meeting. Perhaps at a mall?

Kokichi Oma's smiles are always known to be anything but kind~