Danganrompa Oneshots (OPEN)

Oumami - Goodbye 🥀

CONTEXT - Rantaro's body has just been found and instead of investigating, Kokichi...

Kokichi's POV

I lie there in my bed. Alone. That was a first. Usually there would be some hands wrapped around me, helping me sleep through the storms. Not this time though. He is gone. Rantaro is gone.

Now all I have is this shitty pillow, that I scream into, cry into, punch and hug as I let all of it out. Shit, that pillow knows more about me more than my closest friends. "Why. Why *sniff * why was it h-him." I sob into the pillow.

I wait, hoping this is all some twisted nightmare, and yearning for it all to be over. For Amami to wake me up with a smile on his face and strawberries in the air. But no. I had saw his grave, I had saw the body. I saw the blood and the gore.

My best friend, my therapist, the one I loved and trusted. Gone. Now I had no-one. Even the others from the Danganrompa cast that I had known since I was seven couldn't help heal the pain. As much as I knew, it was all over for me.

I cry even louder, even more sad as the realisation hit me more and more. I crawl into a position where I can close meh eyes and it can feel like he is right there, hugging me telling me it will be alright. But it's not. He isn't there anymore.

*sniff, sniff *, I wipe my eyes with the checkerboard bandana that I usually wear by my neck. What would Rantaro do if this was him? Would he be crying or would he get over it?

I sit up in my bed, slightly shaking as I rise. My hair is a knotty mess, my eyes red and puffy as tears streamed down. "W- what would Rantaro do." I think, I think of all the times he had listen to me and given me advice. How he had held me in his arms and now he had left me.

I gather my thoughts, I shake of the tears as I slowly get up from the bed, looking into the mirror that stood opposite me. There was tear trails all
down my face, my hair was sticking out at all sides. A mess.

I put on my uniform, my white cargo trousers and then the shirt, and then the overshirt. Then the tear stained bandana I tie around my neck, part of me secretly urging to tighten it so much that it cuts of my circulation. Anything to be with him.

I would recall that the last thing he would have wanted me to do is try and survive, as he wasn't able to. The urge to join him there was getting slightly unbearable, but I had to do it, for his and my sake.

My sake?

I had nothing left to live for. He was my only close friend, my one up, the person that took me to social events when I wasn't confident enough to go on my own. The list goes on, he was so fucking much to me and they just took him away from me.

"I *sniff * am k-kokichi ouma, the ultimate supreme lead.." I couldn't do it anymore, the facade of being unbothered was starting to break and my feeling were being let loose, like a poisonous fog.

"supreme leader.. and I am the mastermind of this killing game..." I broke down into tears again, hands covering my eyes and face, as to hide my emotions. From myself? From others? I don't even know.

"I miss you Rantaro. I'll survive this killing game, just for you."

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