ꕥMemory Motiveꕥ

ꕥCorrupt Bargainingꕥ

Shuichi's POV:

I watch as Kokichi goes back to his room, stepping back under the stairs in order to escape the illuminating moonlight. My heart pounds out of my chest at the sight of him. If destorying this hell hole is what I have to do to have Kokichi Ouma, this place will burn to ashes, and I will watch until every flame dies out.

His door slams with a thud and I swiftly follow him before he has a chance to lock it.

"Shui-," Kokichi's cut off by my lips crashing onto his. He kisses me back for a short moment before he pushes me away. I brush my thumb along my bottom lip as he speaks. "No, no, no. You make me vulnerable. I don't know how or why, but you do, and I'm not interested in dying, so until this is all over, no more us. I'm putting my foot down."

"Aww, that's cute, you putting your foot down? Adorable," I pinch his cheek gently. He tries to be so strong, it's so cute.

"Shuichi, stop. Do you want me to get killed?" Kokichi attempts to brush my hand off his face, but I grip his cheeks with both hands.

"Or you could just embrace it," I move behind him and wrap my arms around his torso. "Embrace that nagging voice, knocking on your brain, screaming to let it in."

Kokichi tries to step away from me, but my hand snakes over his neck. Kokichi let's out a grunt as I peck at his neck. "Let the voice win, baby."

Kokichi's body relaxes against me, his stance growing less ridged. "That's it. Let the submission win."

Out of nowhere, Kokichi elbows me in the side and spins around away from me. I grip my side with a grunt.

"No. I don't need you. I am my own person, Shuichi. If you can't accept this new me, then... maybe we should end things... indefinitely."

My eyes widen as reality slaps me in the face like a fucking pimp.

End it?

He thinks he can end things just like that? No. I have faught tooth and nail for this man, I will not give up so easily.

"'Ending things' isn't an option, babe. If you end it with me, you lose your last ally," I give a small smirk. "All of your other friends are dead. One by one they keep dying. Who's the common factor, Kokichi?"

Kokichi stands silently as he frustratedly takes off his scarf. He chucks it at my face angrily as I speak. I catch the scarf as my smile widens. "You are killing those closest to you. You are the target of this year's game."

"Game?" Kokichi questions.

"The killing game of course! This game is supposed to specifically break you. You're supposed to break simply for entertainment. You're supposed to fall to despair."

Kokichi looks at me fearfully, attempting to keep it together.

"Oh, dear, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyone you'd ever tell is dead. This isn't real. This game isn't real. We're all just fictional characters on a screen, prancing for other people's pleasure."

I drop the bomb.

I drop the mother fucking bomb.

Who's he going to tell? Me? The others? Monokuma?

"Bullshit," He scoffs. When I don't move, his eyes widen. "Bullshit..." Kokichi whispers, stepping towards me.

"You can tell when people are lying. Am I lying?" I reply, a smile tugging at my lips. "You're alone without me here Kokichi. Nobody here has an ounce of respect for you, in here or out there. You try and try, but they never fucking respect you."

Kokichi looks down at the floor, distraught over my bomb. I tilt his chin up towards me and move a strand of hair from his face. "Let the voice in, Kokichi. Let it in. You'll remember everything."

At this point, I don't know how Monokuma has let me live. He said he'd kill me, but then again he's probably thinking the same thing as me, who would he tell?

"I'll remember all of it...?" Kokichi finally gives in as he peers at me through glassy eyes. I nod at him and kiss his forehead.

"All of it."

        Kokichi let's out a deep breath and braces himself, but nothing happens. I laugh to myself quietly as he gives me a confused glance.

"Darling, you have to think of a memory, a deep rooted memory," I explain. Kokichi gives me a nod and closes his eyes.

Kokichi rests his head against me, focusing on his thoughts.

"Think about your dad. Think about what he would do to you and your mother," I whisper. Kokichi tenses for a moment before becoming deadweight against me.

He crashes into me and I catch him before he falls. That was way easier than I thought. I thought it'd be a lot harder since Kokichi blocks most things about his father from memory.

I lay Kokichi on the bed as I anxiously wait for him to wake up. How long does this take? Then again everything's coming back naturally, not just a quick and easy method like Monokuma did to me.

Kokichi starts to toss and turn, his eyes closing tightly as he starts to sweat. Is this normal? Should I ask Monokuma about it? No. He's probably already on edge about me doing this.

"Shuichi!" Speak of the devil.

"Look, I know what you said, but the game's almost over. He will be fueled with despair when he wakes up," I explain myself quickly. Monokuma shakes his head.

"If this goes bad, I'm killing everyone here!" Monokuma exclaims. I give a nod and look back at Kokichi. "Don't forget it, Shuichi. I like you, but you aren't bullet proof."

"I understand. It'll all be fine, I promise," I reassure Monokuma. He disappears without another word, leaving me to tend to Kokichi. I grab and hold his hand tightly. I kiss his forehead sweetly before playing with his hair.

"You're gonna be just fine, love, hang in there... It's almost over."

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Hi! Sorry it's a little rushed, but I really wanted to release this chapter as soon as possible.
This story's officially in the home stretch!