The Truth Behind A Detective's Lies

Chapter 1 - The murder?

> Kokichi's POV <

"Kokichi, Kokichi!" An unknown voice started ringing in my ears. It was honestly annoyed me so much to the point I didn't take long to open my eyes despite how heavy my eyelids felt.

But little did I know, the moment I opened my eyes, the only thing that awaited me was a despairful sight.

On the floor was flowing, pure, wet blood. I froze in shock and wanted to puke just thinking of it. I'm guessing the blood on the floor was recent seeing it's not dried up yet. Trying to remain calm, I looked around attempting to observe my..unpleasant surroundings. I found no one around me, which confused me not knowing where the voice could've possibly came from. It sends chills down my spine just thinking about the possibility of a ghost or spirit talking to me. But I doubt I was hearing things, considering the fact it seems like someone was continuously shouting in my ears. It also seemed like I was in.. A horror movie, of some sort. The room was pitch black, but you would still be able to see due to a dim light, coming from..absolutely nowhere. Well, not anywhere in sight, at the very least. Out of curiosity, I took a few steps forward into the pitch black darkness. It honestly gives a depressing vibe walking down a seemingly black room.

But then, I saw it. The source of the blood and the dead corpse of Kaito Momota, The Ultimate Astronaut. My body started feeling cold and numb. I did strongly hate his guts but..he didn't deserve to die.. No one did. Killing was just.. Cruel. I felt myself slowly back away from the "crime scene," but, in a way I felt like I couldn't control my movements in any way possible.

It was as if my legs were moving on their own. Well, that was until..

"It's all your fault." The unknown voice spoke once again. In a way I could lose all my sanity just hearing those four few words coming from someone. "What?" I replied. I don't believe it, There's no way I would kill someone no matter how much I hated them. Plus, I never thought of killing anyone so there was no way I-

"You killed him."

"..."

That was when I noticed I was holding an object. I was increasingly late to notice it but, I was holding.. A bloody knife? 'No.. I didn't stab him did I?' I wondered to myself as I slowly started to see the blood on my right hand and the blood splatter on the knife. God, please no.

"See? You're a murder. And also a traitor."

Murder? Traitor? I don't even remember stabbing Kaito, or killing him in the first place. What even happened here..? Where was I? My head was killing me as many thoughts were going through my head. And I just..

I didn't to believe I killed him.. That I killed, someone. I made a promise. I don't want to betray-

"Kokichi? Kokichi! Wake up, please!" You could hear the panic in their voice the second you hear it. I slowly started to open my eyes to see

Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Dectective. And also.. I guess you could say,

the protagonist of this absurd story, or "killing game" as some may perfer.

"What happened?" I asked, if I'm being honest I couldn't be bothered with what's happening in this hellhole. I'm just done with people constantly killing each other in order to escape this rukus.

"O-oh sorry. I got a little concerned because you started crying in your sleep."

"Excuse me?" I started wiping my eyes to see a clear liquid. Huh, so I really was crying. Wait a minute. I was crying in front of someone. God damn it! Shuichi looked at me with pure concern as I took time to process my.. Wait, what was that? It seemed so real. Although I admit I didn't want it to be real. Was it all just a..

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Seems like it?"

"So, what did you dream of to make the Supereme Leader of Evil cry?" Shuichi blurted out, teasingly. "You're so rude Saihara~chan! I was just faking it to see if you'd fall for it!" I pouted.

"But that's just a lie."

"Wait so, it wasn't real?"

"Yes, you were just dreaming. You can calm down now."

I guess I just have to take his word for it and brush it off. I only pray he's telling the truth. I don't want to kill someone, neither do I want to become the "blackened" in this sick killing game.

"Or maybe, just maybe, it's actually real. Even possibly, a sign."

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im so sorry if this chapter is short- i'll try to make the next chapter longer. also i apologize if this seems boring since its my first time writing a story. so i dont entirely blame myself but i hope you enjoy the story! i also apologize beforehand if the next chapter comes out late since i have exams- but i'll try to find time to write it