心臓 -Heart- [Ouma Kokichi Fanfiction] (EDITING)

心臓 -Heart-

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A lingering sigh escaped left from the detective's mouth. Opening the door which leads to the room where many of the liar's secrets would be revealed.

Picking was much harder than what he had expected. The numerous time that the supreme leader broke in his room, made it seem easier to pick than it actually was.

The room was actually normal, neatly organized, for someone who he expected the worst. There were a few things that made him wonder why he would want to keep them in his room.

Although Amami's replica doll caught his curiosity, the large whiteboard with pictures with his thoughts written down next to the pictures caught his attention.

He walked to it, mentally taking note of what's written on the whiteboard.

He looked through the diagram, showing who was the victim and how they were murdered and the blacken for that person. The ones whose still alive were separated to one side comments written next to some people's pictures.

'Weird', 'Suspicious', 'Annoying', 'Trustworthy?'... Wait, he thought that there was someone who was trustworthy? He glanced at the picture that was next to the word and his eyes widened.

Himself...? Why? How could he be trustworthy for Ouma?

The more that he thought it through, the more it became confusing. After figuring out the answer to one question, it led to a hundred more questions. Saihara bit his lips as he continued looking for anything else that Ouma possibly hid.

Something fell out, as Saihara was moving around his picture. Bending down, he picked it up, which appeared to be a letter. He flipped, wondering who he had a letter written for.

Sahara Shuichi

Swiftly, he opened the letter and began reading.

Dear my beloved Saihara-chan,

Congratulation for finding this letter. I bet you're surprised. You never imagined that your enemy had written a letter, right? I bet Mr. detective would wreck his mind over someone like me. I wouldn't be surprised.

A dead person's advise start from here, so be ready!!!!

Give up having hope over this game. This game is probably shown to someone. So, having hope makes them excited. Get rid of the hope you have right now.

Honestly, you were an interesting person. Thinking about you made me confused. I don't know what I think of you as. A huge question mark just appears when I think about you. It's hard to explain.

Ignore the last paragraph. Anyways, please can you, at least you, Saihara-chan, live. Survive this game. Win and destroy this game. For the people that had past away from this game. Don't waste what the others that passed away had thought.

Please... Destroy the game. I believe in you Mr. Detective! Bye-bye, Saihara-chan!

Love,
your dearest, Ouma Kokichi

Saihara slammed his free fist against the wall as he clenched the letter, wrinkling it. Looking at the letter once more, he noticed something was written on the back of the letter with a pen.

When you're hurt, I'll heal you. When someone hurts you, I'll never forgive the person that hurt you. No matter what, I'll always be by your side. I'll always love you. I'll be your heart.

A promise? An oath? Saihara couldn't guess what this meant but it was definitely meant for someone.

Saihara's legs started to move on its own, wanting to sort things out in a new environment. Before he knew it, he arrived at the destination, the room where Ouma had passed away.