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First Trial

Poking and prodding at the crime scene wasn't yielding any results, Kiibo concluded as he sighed. They had spent a considerable amount of time investigating the scene, most shaking off the feeling of disgust and fear.

Surprisingly, some of them weren't too bothered with handling a dead body. Whether it be because of their talents, or if they were just used to it he didn't know. It caused him to wonder if a robot like him being squeamish over death was unnecessary.

What was he talking about? Of course he would be bothered! One of his friends was killed. The people who weren't were just strange. Otherwise, he had no idea why they were so calm in a situation like this. For someone who claimed to love humans, Shinguuji was acting rather impersonal about the matter. And for someone who claimed to often deal with kids, Harukawa seemed unfeeling towards Angie's death. Then again, these were the ones who he had the most trouble figuring out the causes for their actions. Some of his classmates were really mysterious.

His thoughts travelled to Ouma, who was still reading his file. Speaking of mysteries, what happened to him? He had thought that the supreme leader was a prankster who loved to tease people, annoying but harmless for the most part. But recent events had him in for a loop. Technically, what he pulled was a trick, but it was an elaborate trick that went way over the line. He would've thought that he did it for attention, but his regular attitude was already attention grabbing enough.

Still, there must be a cause for everything, Kiibo reasoned. Ouma probably had his own purpose for doing what he did, even if it might've been stupid beyond sense. And using that logic, there was a reason someone had to kill Angie and tear off her arm... even if he didn't understand why, he believed it was true. All they would have to do is figure it out.

They searched the body, looked for any potential murder weapons, and questioned any witnesses and suspects. Naturally, most of them gravitated towards Ouma, despite being wary of him. The first one to try and get information out of him was Akamatsu, but she just couldn't shake off the very likely possibility that he wasn't being entirely truthful. Ouma had warned of being a liar, after all.

"Sorry Akamatsu-chan," He (rather unconvincingly) apologized, head resting in his arm. With one leg over the other and being seated in his theatre chair, he looked like a ruler who was having fun messing around with his subjects.

The girl only frowned and moved on, subtly gesturing for other people to try their luck. Saihara came over with his Monokuma file, "Ouma-kun, was Angie-san dead when you first arrived here?"

He looked ever so slightly more alert, as he shifted his right leg to rest on his left. "Aw, you're asking the same thing Akamatsu-chan did? I would've expected more originality from you."

"Enough, just answer the question." He snapped. The fact that the usually calm Saihara was agitated shone through his words, and Ouma was taken aback by it.

"Woah, you don't have to get rowdy! She was already dead when I came." The shorter boy replied.

Saihara seemed to mentally take note of his answer, before continuing with the questions. He asked about his account, if he was with anyone else, if he had seen anyone else, and most importantly if he had done anything to the body. Ouma took them all in stride, sometimes giving extremely vague responses that only served to annoy the detective even more. The interaction was admittedly painful to look at.

Fortunately(?), the scene was interrupted by a blaring voice on the speakers. They all turned to one of the monitors in the room, where Monokuma had taken up the majority of the screen. He was seated with the same martini glass he had with him every morning and night. "Ahem, so I'm getting tired of waiting. Let's get things started, shall we?"