Danganronpa 4-Despair Loop

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Koko sighs softly and kisses Yuma slightly on her bloody forehead, quietly saying goodbye. She runs out and slides down the stairs, arriving in no time at all. The others slowly arrive, everyone in pairs except Koko. The large red doors open up, showing the elevator that all of them dreaded. The elevator that one of them wouldn’t come back up on. After everyone steps on, it shudders and starts to descend. Koko looks around at everyone. Nobody knew the most important person in her life had just died. Nobody knew the hurt, because she learned to never show emotion. Ever. As she’s thinking about these things, the elevator comes to a stop. Everybody steps out, all standing behind their podiums. Nao looks to the side of her.
“...Yuma?” Nao starts to tear up as she sees the picture of her friend next to her.
“Yuma’s gone too.” Koko absorbs everyones reactions. Nao bursts into tears, Sayuri hangs her head, Naoto slams his fist down on the podium, Yuki giggles, and Chinatsu looks down at her feet.
“...W-why… did Yuma… have to g-go…?” Nao stutters out in between sobs. Koko shrugs. 
“We didn’t e-even get to check h-her body…” Sayuri states.
“I did. Nobody else needed too.” Koko nods at Sayuri and looks over at Yuki, who hasn’t stopped laughing since she announced Yuma’s death.
“Yuki. Stop laughing,” Naoto firmly says. She turns her gaze onto him, smiling maniacally. 
“If I think it’s funny, it’s fucking funny to me. I get to laugh at any of your deaths.” She says, grinning ear to ear.
“Shut up.” Koko turns to Monokuma. “We don’t need your spiel. We’re already prepared.” 
“Aww dammit… “
Koko stands up tall. It was all up to her now. She looks around at everyone else's worried faces. She needed to be strong for them.
“Okay guys. Let’s start where we always start. What’s the murder weapon for Izumi’s death.” Sayuri winces as Koko says that bluntly. Koko nods toward her.
“You did an autopsy, didn’t you?” Sayuri shakes her head.
“I-i didn’t w-want to…” She stamers out. 
“Ugh. Well, at least we can infer it pretty easily,” Koko says.
“Yeah. It’s the broken alcohol bottle, right?” Naoto asks.
“Yes, at least that’s what we can infer. Now, time of death. We all saw Izumi head to her room, right?” She looks around, seeing everyones confirming nods. She continues.
“And what time did you find her, Sayuri?” 
“S-since Zumi normally gets me u-up at 6:00… I found her about 15 minutes later… w-when she d-didn’t come…” Sayuri says shakily.
“I got it. So the murder took place between 10:00 PM, and 6:15 AM. None of us have an alibi for that time…” Except for one person… the person she was watching before the trial… But Koko wasn’t going to give away anything yet. 
“Well… Chintasu and I both have an alibi…” Naoto says, his face bright red. Yuki bursts into laughter, her shoulders shaking violently. 
“You… can’t be fucking serious! That… is the most… suspicious and idiotic thing anyone can say!” Yuki doubles over with laughter.
“Yuki has a point,” Sayuri, surprisingly calm, says firmly.
“S-sayuri? We… we were really together…”
“You can say that all you want! One of you two did it! ONE OF YOU TWO KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!” Sayuri shouts, sending Chinatsu cowering behind her podium. Naoto glares at her with gleaming eyes.
“Don’t shout at her!” 
“Oh yeah. It’s you. You were the idiot who put the whole murder plan together! You’re the one who killed her!” Sayuri exclaims, pointing at Naoto will the deep, hidden rage finally showing through. Naoto flinches slightly, trying to cover up his fear with confidence. He mirrors her glare, shooting the icy hot fire directly back at her.
"Listen. Chinatsu and I both have solid alibis. Both of us can account for each other last night, okay?" Naoto says with a scowl. 
"Y-yeah, we were together all night…" Chinatsu agrees, nodding her head.
"Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear your stupid alibis!" Sayuri covers her ears and closes her eyes, shouting at noone in particular.
"Ehehe, why don't you shut up? You're the one making a big deal out of a stupid little murder!" Yuki giggles.
"Can we all agree that Yuki shouldn't talk at all during this?" Koko exclaims, showing her hand in her direction. Yuki pouts in return.
"But that's no fairrr, I should be allowed to speak to tooooo, I just like talking about… what all of you would look like dead on the floor… ehehe…" Koko gives a sharp glare in her direction, Yuki giving a returning smile. Her smiles were back to normal… if you call normal manically terrifying. Koko rolls her eyes and fixes her gaze back on the real issue here: Sayuri. 
“Yuki… You did it, didn’t you…” Sayuri breathes.
“And why would your pathetic little fucking self ever say that? You’re the dumbest one here, so-”
“You’re the only one wearing gloves that I don’t know,” Sayuri says firmly. Koko looks at her own gloves and back at Sayuri. She trusted her. 
“Ehe, and why the hell would that be a problem? You’re pointing out a stupid little detail, bitch.” Yuki smirks, the pure, unbridled insanity showing in her eyes.
“If whoever broke the bottle and didn’t have their hands cut after, I’d be so surprised,” Koko says, explaining Sayuri’s reasoning. 
“Oh…” Yuki falls silent.
“Yuki, you have to show us your hands.”
“I always wear these gloves… I don’t have to show you anything… ha… haha…” Yuki keels over, clutching her stomach. 
“Stop with the pretending, just show us your hands,” Sayuri growls. Yuki straightens and dusts off her suit coat and shirt. 
“Now…” Sayuri looks over at her and stops.
“Y-you’re b-bleeding…” Nao stutters out, pointing at Yuki’s stomach.
“What? Never seen a bit of blood before? Absolute fucking wimps. You all make me sick,” Yuki exclaims, taking out one of her hatchets from her boots. With a swift slice, she slits open her arm, the gash showing her ulna.