Saiouma Oneshots that I might turn into stories.

Post game Ghost Kokichi

Note: I will be using the accurate translation, not the english version. screw you, the english writers got it wrong

Saihara pov.

I sat in my old apartment. Our old apartment. I looked at the wall. Pictures of me and...him... at conventions. At the mall. At the beach. Snuggling at night. I really was a photo person, huh? I guess if you know you're not gonna remember what your life was like, you'd take hundreds of photos.

I sighed as I picked one up. It was him. The love of my life. 

He was gone.

He was crushed.

And I, crushed right beside him.

I remember after finding out it was him. Him under that press.

I sat on the ground, my hand feeling his now-dry blood. I knew. I would never see him again.

I know what I said to him.

"As for you, there's no one. You're...meant to be that kind of guy." 

I knew the words would sting him. But, I'd never be able to take them back. Never. I felt a tear on my cheek. Never. I started shivering, my tears falling off my face. Never. I was crying uncontrollably. I couldn't stop. I'd never stop. He didn't deserve that.

Never.

"Hey, Saihara-chan!"

That voice...What?

"Saihara-chan, over here! Come on, get me some panta!"

I ran over to where I heard him. 

He smiled at me, sitting on my kitchen countertops.

"Do you have any panta? I'm reaaaaally thirsty."

"O...Oma-kun?"

"Hmm?" He walked over to me, placing a hand on my head. At least, I saw him put his hand on my head. The fact that I didn't feel anything told me otherwise. "Course it's me, silly! Hey, has Saihara-chan gone daft from my time away? Ugh, see? This is exactly why you shouldn't be spending all your time with Momota-chan!"

"M-Momota-kun is...dead. You're...Y-You're dead...you died...in the killing g-game....." I started to sob again.

"Aw, I figured I'd have a bit more fun before you started crying on me. Boo."

"O-Oma-kun...how are you....w-why are you..."

"I don't know, felt like someone needed me. And look!" He pointed my hand. "You're clutching my picture, how sweet!"

I hadn't even realized that I still had his photo in my hand. "Oma-kun..." I mumbled.

"Did you become depressed while I was away? How sad."

"Oma-kun, this is n-no..." I stopped myself. I always got mad at him during the killing game.

"Hmmm? Did Saihara-chan lose his just, cold nature? Boo, and I thought we could hang out like old times." He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist. I think. I realized that I couldn't feel his limbs, only freezing air.

"O-Oma-kun...you're so...cold..." I mumbled.

"Mmmh~ You're reeeaally warm~ I wanna stay here forever~ Can I?"

"..." I couldn't feel him. I could see him. He seemed to be...taunting me. Maybe I'm just hallucinating from stress.

"Saihara-chan~? Are you okay?"