As always, we took our places at the Courtroom table. Monorakun took his chair above us, as well, and addressed us.
"Alright, so who invited Mahiru to play catcher, and made her use her face as a mitt? Obviously not me; that would break the rules of the game, so it was one of you. But...who?"
Korekiyo raised a hand. "Before we start, a question for you, Monorakun. Why was there no Time of Death in the Autopsy Report?"
Monorakun turned his head to face Korekiyo. "Because I didn't put it in there," Monorakun replied flatly, as if he thought Korekiyo was expecting any other answer to that question.
Toko, surprisingly, spoke first. "O-obviously it was either Hiyoko or Fuyuhiko! All those three did together was argue!"
Korekiyo put a finger up. "Now, now, let's not get too hasty," he chided calmly, "we still have evidence and alibis to discuss first. This is no time to point fingers, not yet."
Kyoko agreed, and wished to discuss the crime scene first. She first revealed four long, plastic handles, smashed flat and cracked in several spots.
"I found these in the Trash Room. These appear to belong to a pair of jump ropes, which Mahiru was tied up with. Checking the camera, there were four people who entered the Trash Room today."
"Who would that be, Kyoko?" Sakura asked, though I was certain Kyoko was getting to that anyway.
"Nekomaru was first, at 9:24am. Hiyoko was next, at 10:33am. After him was Fuyuhiko, at 10:57am, and Korekiyo was last, at 11:18am," Kyoko announced. "All of them were photographed carrying a bag of trash in both hands, and these handles were not spotted in any of the pictures."
"So are you saying that one of these four is our Blackened?" I asked, though not wishing to get ahead of ourselves.
"On the surface, yes, but there is more going on here. Remember the history Mahiru has had with two of these people-"
"You mean me and Boss Baby over there?" Hiyoko interjected, to Kyoko's annoyance.
"The fuck are you getting at, Hiyoko? You're not the type to just confess to setting me up for murder this easily!" Fuyuhiko shot back.
"Well, if you wish to volunteer yourselves, yes, you two." Kyoko replied, with an edge of irritation in her voice.
"Well, that's just fucking perfect! Let's cut the bullshit here; everyone knows me and Mahiru did nothing but argue with each other, and I admit that I hated her guts. Well, I have to say Hiyoko, you've done a great job setting me up, but why did you kill your best friend? Did you think I was too strong for you or something?"
Hiyoko looked...insulted? Incredulous? It was hard to tell, but she was obviously surprised and in total disbelief at what she was hearing.
"What are you even saying, you Al Capone midget wannabe? No one would kill a nice person like Mahiru! Well, no one except a piece of shit, menace to society like you, Fuyuhiko! So WHY...did YOU...kill MY friend, you stupid foul-mouthed prick?!"
"Enough!" Sakura raised her voice to stop the back-and forth bickering. "This is getting us nowhere. Let's see what the others have to show and tell us."
"An astute observation, Sakura," Korekiyo agreed. "Let's start with our alibis, shall we? I admit, I threw out the trash in the Boys Bathroom at the time mentioned. It was full of paper towels, and I saw those handles in the trash already. However, I thought nothing of them at the time."
Kyoko nodded. "Makes sense. You were the last one to enter, so of course the broken handles would already be in here. I doubt it would do any good to ask if Nekomaru saw them, since he was the first one in. So that leaves us with Hiyoko and Fuyuhiko."
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Danganronpa: Boiling Point
FanfictionShishano Kantoku, the Ultimate Mortician, has spent her entire life around the dead. From her family, she has learned every mortuary ritual known to man, including cairns, funeral pyres, taxidermy, cremation, and every burial ritual in existence. No...
