Glass

Record Space

○Shuichi, 3rd POV○

As soon as Kokichi threw himself, along with Saihara, through the glass his consciousness grew blurry. When he finally came to enough to understand his situation he was falling.

Like out of the sky. Concern spiked as he could soon see the ground.

"I won't survive this. There's no way. What is happening!" He yelled before his worried mantras just became incomprehensible screaming.

"Can you shush your to loud." Another voice spoke as a boy wearing a white tux and a white Mardi gras mask showed up, seemingly falling along side the bluenette.

At first Shuichi thought that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. "There is no way that there's a person falling with me from this high up." He whispered to himself, currently distracted from his impending collision with the not so forgiving concrete.

"But there is a way, I'm here aren't I ?" The boy said as he flipped upside-down as the fell, opting to fall head first rather than feet.

The ground came closer, his death was eminent. At least, that was what he thought. But as soon as he landed on the hard looking concrete he bounced as if he was on a trampoline.

"Looks can be deceiving" The boy who fell along side Saihara spoke as he jumped around while giggling like a toddler.

At the boys laughter Shuichi couldn't help but feel as though he's heard it before. The nostalgia couldn't even begin to set in as the boy in white grabbed the blunettes wrist and dragged him along to who knows where.

"Come meet the people that are staying here." He giggled almost excited for the crossing of the two groups of guests.

Saihara for some reason didn't struggle while the shorter pulled him around the empty white plane with the unstable concrete floor. When he looked at the boy he couldn't help but be reminded of the Supreme leader that caused this weird situation.

Wait...

THATS RIGHT

He still hasn't gotten his answers. He had so many questions but couldn't find the words to express them.

What did Ouma mean when he said he wasn't the Ouma he knew? Was that all just a lie? Somekind of skit? No, a fake complication shouldn't have caused this. And Saihara knew all to well this was real.

What was really going on with that glass? What did it do to him and to Ouma? Is this where his Ouma went when the two supposedly switched out?
Who was in his place if he was here then? What does this have to do with the killing game?

He had so many more questions that he just couldn't phrase for the life of him. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize the concrete floor that was now stable, the stacks higher then some buildings of paper work, and a single glass grid on stilts that looked as if you chopped out an entire floor of an important looking office building and placed it in the middle of nowhere.

The boy Lead him up the wooden stairs that slink around the buildings stilts. At the top of the stairs was a balcony that wrapped around the whole floor. Saihara was able to get a good look at his surroundings there.

He could no longer see the empty plane they were once in, now only the flat concrete city made of stacks, no, towers of paper. Presumably documents.

That's when he noticed. This place didn't have wind, yet it wasn't hot either. It was rather cold actually.

"Well what are you waiting for? Come I'll introduce you." The boy said as he smiled devilishly.