Danganronpa: Reincarnation

She Lives On

For reading and imagination purposes please imagine Tsumugi as Shuichi

Shuichi POV

'Hng..."

My eyes opened. I don't know exactly how long I've been sleeping. The first thing I thought was that the light was bright. Fortunately for my poor eyes, the lights were then dimmed. Then I noticed that there was somebody holding my hand.

"Onee-chan...?"

"Sorry, but no." the voice said. It was Kokichi—no wonder why the hand was so small. "I'm so sad Shumai, how could Maki ever compare to someone like me. Good thing she's your sister, or I would have disposed of her long ago..."

He was kneeling on the floor with his chin on the bed which made his cheeks look even chubbier. He looked fine; his hair was kept, he was clean and he had no eyebags. Strange, I swear I saw him in some sort of insane asylum room. So it was a dream after all. Just a really bad dream...

I moved my hand away from his. Kokichi opened his mouth in a small gasp and his expression went sad. But when I put my hand on his cheek, his expression changed. He looked happy and was blushing. He took my hand and started rubbing his own cheek with it, humming happily.

"Cute..." I mumbled. Kokichi must have heard me because his face turned redder and he grinned at me. The emotions in his eyes changed, to a much more sultry and mischievous gleam, and Kokichi hopped onto the bed beside me. He grabbed my arm and hugged it.

I saw the reincarnation mark on his neck; Mikan Tsumiki. According to his reincarnation, Kokichi is supposed to be desperately in love with me. I'm not really sure though... He's cute, but I'm not sure whether his naughty-chaotic personality, his lovesick-crazy personality, or his submissive-meek personality is the real him. But despite that, he's good at what he does; he's useful. I guess I can manipulate him for now.

Kokichi was currently dry-humping me, rubbing his crotch area against my thigh and moaning quietly. I took a deep breath before putting my hand on his waist, trailing it gently down his thighs and stopping at his ass.

"Kokichi," I whispered to him. "Are there any cameras in this room?"

His face went beetroot red and he was trembling a little. He shook his head.

"Murder-girl destroyed them all."

"Good. Now, how long have I been asleep?"

I smiled, and my hands squeezed Kokichi's ass. He gasped and covered his face with his hands, clearly not expecting this level of intimacy.

"I need an answer." I told him. 

"2 weeks..."

"Hm..."

This body feels weak... I'm too vulnerable...

I leaned in and kissed Kokichi. He made a muffled gasp before passionately kissing back. We ended up making out heavily on the bed, with Kokichi beneath me. He felt warm and his lips were soft, his arms wrapping around my neck, pulling us closer until our chests touched.  My hands were somehow familiar with the small shape of his body; one hand going up and down his waist and thighs and the other drawing circles on his stomach.

"S-Shumai...Mmm~"

Wait... what am I doing?

I stopped kissing Kokichi immediately and lifted myself up. Kokichi's face had toned down a little, but he was still blushing. His lips were puffy, a thin strand of saliva connecting from his mouth to mine, and his eyes were half-lidded.