Fanganronpa: Heaven Envy

Sweet Home

Chapter 3_Trial Part 3

(CONTENT WARNING - SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONS)

"Okay so, let's assume that Hashido could take Tatsuya on," Haru said, "That still really doesn't incriminate them that much,"

"Yeah, plus even if Tatsuya was a Lawyer, he was still a pretty fit guy. And a violent one at that," Usagi added. Koto tapped away at his machine.

"Obviously I've considered that," He wrote, "But consider my argument against Ahaki in our last trial who's to say the circumstances were not the same?"

"Suya doesn't smoke, genius," Touro said under his breath. Hashido giggled.

"Wow, your relationship was even worse than it looked~," They said. The newly found Delinquent's head snapped up at them.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, seething. Hashido giggled again. They even gave a little spin.

"Obviously," They started, really drawing out the last syllable, "I mean Tatsuya needed some... chill pills if you will. Hehehe~" Touro's glared worsened, and Koto nodded reluctantly.

"Indeed. I did manage to study the body a bit closer than I had hoped while Orochi, Daichi, and Akemi were 'preoccupied', and I found the smell of such drugs both in Tatsuya's oral area and in the fabric of his pants. I assume that our killer hid his shirt for that very reason," The author explained.

"That puts Hashido in a setting with Tatsuya for at least half an hour," Taro said. Yutio looked up at him.

"H-h-how do y-you know?" They asked. Taro 'tched' playfully.

"You don't know everything about me," He smiled, getting a nervous one back. Akemi cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Back to the case, if you don't mind," Koto said, "But Taro is correct. They spent time together, which is quite incriminating,"

"Pfft, no it's not," Hashido said. Touro objected almost instantly.

"Yes, it is! Suya never hung out with anyone, so him spending any time with anyone he didn't have to is super suspicious. Especially if it's with you!" The ginger boy deciphered loudly.

"Precisely," Koto agreed. Suddenly, Taro's face made a weird sort of lighting-up expression. It was unnatural on his typically chill face.

"I can place Hashido with Sayori too," He said. His eyes then widened, "Oh god. I think..." His eyes drifted downwards, and he wavered a little on his feet.

"Taro? Wh-what's wrong?" Yutio asked, turning to him very quickly in worry. The witch shook his head and turned his attention to the creepy, navy blue-haired kid.

"You sick son of a bitch," Taro said. Hashido looked up at him, dark eyes wide and practically glowing with feigned innocence.

"Hmmm? What is it, Patient Tsudeki?" Hashido asked, his joke in poor fashion.

"Oh har har. You killed them both, and you fucking know it," Taro accused. It was very sudden. Akemi's stomach flipped, he really hoped Taro knew what he was doing because no one seemed very convinced that Hashido had killed anyone yet.

"..." The 5' 1" teen was unnaturally quiet. They gripped the handle of their umbrella rather tightly. They held the open tool in front of their eyes, no one could see them darting about.

After a good minute or so, Hashido put their unoccupied hand on the podium in front of them and leaned as far over it as they could, meeting Taro's washed-out ocean eyes with their own crazed, shadowed over ones. Their twisted grin was unnerving. Hashido let out a strained chuckle, that could've been mistaken for a cough and uttered a few very prominently pronounced words.