As soon as everyone left the heavy elevator, they looked around, as if they were realizing for the very first time how few people there were now.
9 people left.
"I'm gonna go to sleep," Kokichi lied, faking a large yawn and stretching his arms. "Gonta, lock Angie up somewhere, won't you? Stop her from going against her campaign promises more,"The Ultimate Entomologist nodded. "Of course! Gonta will make sure that no more killings happen!"
Everyone else slowly trickled back to their dorm rooms, either half crying or muttering obscenities under their breath, some at him. Kokichi didn't really mind.It all went towards building his evil villain persona, one annoying prank at a time.
As for him? Part of him sort of wanted to fool around with Angie and pull out more information from her, but he knew there were more pressing matters on hand.
Besides, he wanted to update his whiteboard.
He sauntered back to his room, taking extra care to make sure everyone could hear him slam it--not because he was mad, but because he wanted to unnecessarily piss everyone off.
There, situated proudly in the middle of his room, was a massive whiteboard that he had managed to 'persuade' Gonta into lugging all the way from the warehouse, with pictures of all the students in the Ultimate Academy, alive and dead, labeled with everything Kokichi knew about.
He took the bright pink marker from its case and crossed Himiko's picture out, placing two demon horns on Angie's head as well. She deserved them. She was a devil, after all, the opposite of her namesake. She had not only done something as horrible as to take someone else's life, she hadn't even taken responsibility for it, thus ensuring that she didn't fall for her crimes. That was the most despicable of the bunch.
Still, Kokichi knew that there was evidence of another killing being in their group--the creepy gangly anthropologist known as Korekiyo Shinguji. He was definitely suspicious from the beginning, but this was definite proof. Angie had been lying when she had said that she hadn't earned enough Monotokens to get through to the last sector. She had--but hadn't gotten enough Monotokens to <em>finish</em> it. After that, all she could do was strike up a bargain with Monodam to make it look like she had never opened the game in the first place, and bluff it all the way to the Athena Student Council.
But Kokichi knew that Kiyo wasn't fooled by her act. You could see in his eyes, those piercing sharp gold eyes that seemed to stare into your soul and read all your thoughts. Those eyes that could reduce Iruma into tears in about 2 seconds. It didn't help that those eyes were basically the only part of his face that they could see.
But as they see, eyes are the window to one's heart. So Kokichi used them to see into the Ultimate Anthropologist's heart instead.
<em>Come on, Kokichi. Anticipate his moves. See what he's thinking. Try to stop this pointless killing game from continuing any longer!</em>
Easier said than done.
The first part of Kiyo's backstory(that was all the Monotokens would extend to) said that he was crazy in love with a terminally ill passive-aggressive spawn of satan which he apparently called his beloved sister.
This didn't really tell him anything. So? Kokichi already knew that Kiyo had a sister---he literally sang praises about her in <em>every single</em> conversation ever. So he was deluded. And he never ever noticed the truth, not even when she died. But how does that turn him into a mass murderer?
With Ryoma and Maki out of the picture, Kiyo and Angie were the only big real threats left. Along with the Mastermind.
<em>If I were the mastermind, what would I do?</em>
Lay low, probably. Don't call attention towards yourself. Of all the people remaining, that crossed Kiyo and Angie off the list. They stood out too much. They were more of a liability than someone controlling things from behind the curtain. They literally had big fat targets on their backs.
Then who was it?
Gonta? Too stupid. Or was he hiding something under that mask of fake brutish kindness...
Kirumi? If someone on the outside <em>requested</em> her to become the mastermind of a killing game, would she do it? Hard to tell.
Tenko? No, that idiot lesbian would only really host a killing game where the only victims were dirty degenerate males.
Kiibo? Okay, Kiibo was a real possibility. After all, what sort of sane person would put a literal <em>robot</em> in a death game? It could be that whoever put them into the Ultimate Academy in the first place, the person who invented Monokuma and the Kubs(there's no way they just...popped out from somewhere, right? Right?) Whoever made Kiibo(Professor Idabashi, wasn't it?) could be the mastermind behind the whole thing---he would definitely have the brains to build a bunch of crazy robots, big execution machines, and security cameras, right? As much as Kokichi loath to admit it, Kiibo was top-class when it came to machinery.
Shuichi? No way. Shuichi was the detective---mysterious, totally emo, and pretty much the only person who steered the class trials away from total chaos. Why bother hosting a killing game when you're the one to uncover all its mysteries? Like a fake hero, making the grand reveal even more despair-inducing?
Kaede? Kaede was the leader, trying to give everyone hope and support, trying(and failing, every SINGLE time) to stop any more murders from happening. She kept persevering in the Death Road Of Despair, even when everyone else was breaking into pieces. Kokichi sort of respected her for being all noble and strong and all that, but could someone like that really be the mastermind? For the despair-inducingness of the killing game? But wouldn't the mastermind want to lay low and seem as innocent as possible? Or was it possible that he or she was hiding in plain sight?
Why was this so complicated? Kokichi carefully scribbled all his musings down on an empty notepad. It was the same type as the one Shuichi was pulled out when he was interrogating people in the class trial room, but with a bright purple cover instead of plain old black.
<em>I'll end this killing game, no matter what.</em>
