Dangan Ronpa:return to Despair Academy

TrustGuiltand Guns.

A/N:Guess who's sick?*sniffle* 😷 Yeah it sucks.But since we have no school on Monday(a memorial/funeral for a janitor) I'm going to try to update then too.But I can't make any promises.Also,I'm going to start a short story very soon so look out for that.
This chapter will include more investigation,plus the trial,so get ready for a doozy.Goodbye Saturdays!Who needs you when you've got fan fiction!

I just stared at the paper.Try as I might,I couldn't think of an excuse for her having known about the note without being involved.

'Plus,the M is a bit fishy.If it was her receiving it she wouldn't have left it there for anyone to find.So who is she writing to?'

Whatever it meant,I knew I had very little time.I left the kitchen,my head filled with more questions then answers,I marched down the hall to the dormitories,looking for Masaru's name plate.When I did,I carefully opened the door and stepped inside.

'...?'

'Weird,that was weird.'

The place was a wreck.His bed covers were half on the floor in a tangled mess.His table was upturned.It apparently was holding something made of glass, as there were sheets spread out on the floor.In one corner of the room, there was a pile of water bottles and miscellaneous packages of food.

'I guess he really was planning to camp out in here for a while.But what's up with this place?'

I looked under Masaru's bed first.It was clean,at first glance.But out of the corner of my eye I saw a plastic Baggie tapped to the bed frame.It was well concealed.I ripped it off,and checked the contents.

"A gun?!" I couldn't help but back away.In the bag there was a pistol that one would see in old movies from the west.

"What's this doing here?!"I carefully reached for the bag and picked it up.It was the closest I've ever come to holding a real gun.It was heavy and it sank into the plastic.On one side of the bag,a label was written in black marker.

'Katsurou Police Department,Monday,September 2nd,5:00 am.'

'What is this?'

"Heeeeeeyyyy!"

Monokuma's ridiculous voice rang behind me,and I turned to face him...somewhat.

"What is it now?"I held the bag slightly behind my back.I don't know why,but I felt like he caught me in something I shouldn't have been doing.

"What's that you're looking at?"Monokuma tilted his head so he could see what I was holding.When he did,he gasped in a dramatic way."Oh my!So that's where I left it!"he snatched the bag away from me so quickly that I didn't even know he had moved until it was too late.

"Hey,what is that thing?"

"Hm?Its called a head!Most people need one to live but-"

"No idiot the gun!"

Monokuma started to feign crying."Oh my!What hurtful words!"

I started to tap my foot impatiently.Getting the point,Monokuma stopped and said,"You ever watch crime shows on TV?"

"...No..."

"Well usually in them if the person used a gun to kill someone they need to find it to prove a lot of stuff,like the intent behind the murder and even who the killer is!"

"So...does this gun have anything to do with this case?I mean Masaru clearly wasn't shot,he was beaten to death."

Monokuma simply hummed,and turned away,and walked out the door.

Almost immediately after he had gotten out of sight,the TV burst to life with the usual static and chimes.Monokuma appeared with his martini.The TV Monokuma said,"Welp!I think I speak for everyone when I say it's been an exciting,fun day!But that day must come to an end,so we must do the thing that needs doing!Please head to the elevator at the end of the first floor hall!"