"Let me handle this. So, how is the outside world, Kiyo?"
Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader, Korekiyo murmured. A curious individual, but also one that he has had to resist the urge to hit on the head with a wooden board on numerous occasions. But of course, that just wouldn't do. Sister wouldn't enjoy such a pathetic annoying cretin badgering her for the rest of all eternity. <s>She'd never leave him alone. </s> She would become so distressed.
A liar who hides everything about himself under a thin veil of deceit, hiding his entire being underneath bad pranks and lies. Lies, lies, lies. One might take him as just a little twerp who finds joy in harassing others, but there might just be more to that facade. He seemed genuinely sad and angry whenever a body turned up, whatever he had said about murder and being the leader of a super evil organization or whatever. He did some good, showing up that dark night with the daffodils Angie and the Ultimate School Council used to poison Kaito slowly. He definitely helped extend the Ultimate Astronaut's lifespan by about 48 hours.
Korekiyo didn't have a clue what Tsumugi was doing, creating Kokichi Oma. Sure, it was an interesting concept, but put in practice only helped amplify the splitting headaches Kiyo had been experiencing lately because of the 4th motive the new mastermind had put in place. The sick freak.
But of course, Tsumugi probably had a very good idea of what she was doing. Watching season after season of elaborate tricks, painful backstabbing and seeing the bodies pile up, she probably knew exactly what sort of character could throw a wrench in the whole situation.
<em><b>Thinking about that girl again, sweet Korekiyo? She's not good enough for you, dear. So plain and unattractive. So boring. I still can't believe I'm related to her. She is mediocre to the highest degree. Just like her father.</b></em>
Just like our Father, Kiyo wanted to snipe back. And how he looked after you stabbed him in the balls for cheating on Mother. It's not that he was boring. It was that you were too extra, you-
<em><b>Hmm? What are you thinking, Korekiyo?</b></em>
Right. One of the many drawbacks of having an overbearing ghost in your head is that you don't have any privacy. <em>Ever.</em>
Kiyo turned my focus back towards the screen of the exisal. Kokichi was smirking at him with that annoying smug grin that he wanted so desperately to slap off his face. He vaguely wondered how many other people had had that urge. It couldn't be that few, with the Ultimate Supreme Leader's track record. Kaede was staring at the exisal with disbelief. She was saying with her eyes, <em>how the hell did someone sneak into the hangar, swap with Tsumugi, and then carry on the conversation so perfectly?</em>
Tsumugi used to joke that Korekiyo should have been the Ultimate Magician. He had seen the demo scenes that the former mastermind was so itching to use --- the scene where he baffled Shuichi with how his mask worked, those times that he seemed to materialize out of thin air behind people, those times in the class trial when light seemed to shine down from one of the windows and cover him, and his finale moment with all the smoke and the way his chest with get larger and his eyelashes elongate.
All those cool, crazy, quirky scenes that Tsumugi had poured her heart into. All gone now. Ah, well. Maybe she'd get out of this place, mod an online forum and do all of her pet social experiments with a bunch of crazed kids who pour their ignorant little hearts and souls in the deepest, darkest hell site on the Internet. Amen.
He risked turning his eyes away from the screen to glance at the antique walkie-talkie that Tsumugi had thrown in the exisal during their swap. It was big and bulky and took up more space than Korekiyo would have wanted it to in the cramped exisal capsule. It was bad enough that he was 188cm tall and the Ultimate Cosplayer, who had spent the past few weeks of the killing game cooped up in here, was bad at cleaning up after herself.
<em>We don't need it,</em> he wanted to argue. <em> You're going to be fine, are you not? Our plan is virtually incorruptible. Plus, the only thing it does is flash a red LED. And it takes up so much space.</em>
But apparently, all cool edgy spy anime involving undercover situations had people talking in walkie-talkies, and since this would all come onto the big screen, they need to be as extra as possible!
"If I'm in trouble, the light will turn off." she had whispered. That was pretty counter-intuitive but that was how Tsumugi ran things around here.
The light was off.
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Tsumugi thought that her plan was virtually incorruptible. Go in as Korekiyo, a legal player of the Killing Game, whip everyone up with some hot drama, make Monokuma end the Killing Game, confound the new mastermind so much she gave up, then wait for help to teleport them all out of here.
She should have known it wasn't that easy.
Standing right in front of her with a feral rage was the Ultimate Detective. His hat was gone and his eyes were a white-and-black spirals, symbolizing he was completely submerged in despair.
Oh, shucks. So not only did Tsumugi have to deal with the complications of another dead classmate (she was supposed to be sort of dead, too), Shuichi was in mastermind mode.
How many goddamn masterminds was she going to have to deal with?
Shuichi grinned evilly. "Kiyo? What are you doing here, all alone? I would have liked someone more innocent and weak, like Kirumi or Kiibo, but you'll do. Tell me everything that's happened during my ejection! I'll reward you with the right to keep your life for now."
