The couple sat silently in Maki's car, the low hum of the engine rumbling in their ears. They had left the warm cafe and were on their way home. Lying to their best friend had made them feel incredibly guilty, but it was a deed that had to be done.
Maki and Kaito knew they were watching. Listening. They would know if the duo were planning anything. This was the only way to protect Shuichi, right? If they did what they were told then both the detective and the girl in the video would remain unharmed. That's what they were told. They couldn't risk those bastards hurting their best friend.
They were trapped, unable to do anything about the situation. If the police were called or Shuichi was told, the girl would die. Shuichi would die. The pair of them would die. It was a losing battle. Hopeless. But that's how it was going to work. They had to stay away from him as much as they could until it all died down. They had been contacted the night of the heist and threatened with the lives of so many innocent people.
They were trapped. Pawns. They were to be moved wherever they pleased, and they couldn't do anything about it.
They were overflowing with malice, like a cup being filled with boiling water, more and more and more until it spilled from the top. Whatever they wanted, they were determined to get it no matter the cost. The enemy, lurking in their minds, gnawed at their very souls. They may have been under the impression that they were all safe now, but would it really be that simple?
No one would be left unscathed by the dreadful despondency to come.
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Shuichi had arrived home not too long ago after a fairly hectic, howbeit enjoyable, day out. His week had begun on a high note. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't written down Kokichi's phone number. He wouldn't be able to contact him unless he was messaged first. That sucked, Shuichi was almost looking forward to meeting Kokichi again.
The detective was eating dinner on the sofa, his injured leg resting on a cushion and his other leg draped off the side of the couch. He, once again, was watching Danganronpa. There had been yet another trial and only a few people remained. He had been rooting for the Ultimate Ice Skater - she was incredibly intelligent and could easily unearth the secrets of each case, much like a detective herself. However, she had been murdered because of her deduction skills, which made her trial a challenge for the rest of the contestants.
Her murderer, thankfully, was revealed to be the Ultimate Tattoo Artist. Shuichi never really liked this character much, and he definitely didn't like her now she'd killed his current favourite off. She was executed in an intriguing way, to say the least. It was undeniably brutal. Shuichi couldn't help but feel bad for her, even though she had it coming. She knew the risks, and she still went through with murder. The episode finished and it left the detective clinging onto the edge of his seat as he finished off the last of his meal.
Suddenly his phone began to sound, high pitched noises alerted the detective of his newly received notification. He picked up the phone and read the words on the screen.
Powwow
Unknown has added you to a group
Unknown? Shuichi cautiously unlocked his phone to investigate. He discovered that he had, in fact, been added to a group on Powwow (his favourite social media), though it was only himself and 'Unknown'. The person who added him began to speak knowing that Shuichi was online. Shuichi replied immediately, unaware of who was messaging him.
Unknown: Helloooo??
Shuichi Saihara: Hello.
Shuichi Saihara: Who is this?
Unknown: It's meeeee!! Coffee boy!!
Shuichi Saihara: ...?
Shuichi Saihara: What?
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Deceit - The Phantom Thief
Fanfiction**COMPLETED BUT UNDER REWRITE** It is human nature to survive, to cheat death at every opportunity, but what happens when detective Shuichi Saihara is faced with a seemingly simple case that delves far beneath the surface of rationality? It begins a...
