Do You Remember Me? - An OumaSai Fanfiction

"Huh? Where am I?"

Darkness. That's all the Ultimate Supreme Leader could see when he opened his eyes. He looked and felt around the claustrophobic area he was in. He then tried shaking the tight thing he was in before the whole thing collapsed.

"Ooooowww..." Ouma rubbed his face to wipe away the tears that were forming his eyes.

Suddenly, he heard a somewhat metal door open and heard footsteps. "Hm?" He heard a voice say. Ouma perked his head up a little bit, not even worrying about how the tears he was trying to rub away were now rolling down his cheeks. He then instantly screamed, "HEY, WHOEVER YOU ARE! CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME OUT OF THIS LOCKER??!! I'M STUUUUUUCCKK!"

"Ah-!" He heard another word from the stranger. "Um... are you in this ripped over locker?"

"Yes!" Ouma yelled an answer. He then waited patiently for the stranger to lift the locker and help him out. "A- Are you ok?" The boy asked when he opened the locker door. "Thank you stranger!" Ouma jumped on to the boy, only to be hit with something metal. He immediately fell to the ground.

"A- Are you alright?!" The boy asked again as he looked down at Ouma. But when Ouma had seen the boy, it wasn't a boy. It was... a robot?

"Y- Yeah, I'm alright." Ouma answered as he took ahold of the robots hand and stood up, still a little sore from the pain he had experienced in his first five minutes of being here.

Ouma then took a seat at the nearest desk to him. "So... you're a robot?" Ouma asked with a little more confusion in his voice than he intended. "Yep. I was made by Professor Idabashi in his lab." The robot answered. "So he's your dad, basically?" Ouma asked. "Technically." The robot agreed.

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Ouma's eyes then looked up at the robot's head. What the hell is that?

"Hey robot person." He said. "I would much prefer if you'd call me Kiibo, but what is your question?" The robot asked. "Yeah yeah, Kiibo-kun, whatever, so anyway," Ouma got up out of his seat and stood behind Kiibo. "Why's your hair sticking up?" Ouma then started playing with it.

"I would rather prefer you not play with my antenna." Kiibo retorted as he smacked Ouma's hand off his ahoge.

"Ooooowww!" Ouma wailed, rubbing his hand. "You're hand hurts!"

After his hand started feeling better, he asked the robot another question.

"Hey Kiibo-kun?"

Kiibo sighed. "Yes?"

Ouma slowly walked closer to Kiibo, hoping he wouldn't slap his hand again. "Were you designed exactly like that?" Kiibo turned around. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, did you look like that when you were younger?"

"Um... yeah, I guess so."

"So does that mean that when I'm 90 and old and wrinkly, you'll still look like that?!" Ouma exclaimed in amazement. "Wow! Being a robot must be so cool!"

"Yes, it is." Kiibo said.

For the next few minutes, Ouma kept on bugging Kiibo with all sorts of questions.

"Will you please STOP bombarding me with stupid questions?!" Kiibo asked, obviously annoyed.

"Huh?"

Kiibo and Ouma looked to the door of the classroom to see a girl with blonde hair and a boy wearing a black hat covering almost his entire face.

"Ah! You have that sticking hair too!" Ouma ran over to the girl and tried to play with her ahoge but couldn't reach. "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh? I can't reach!" The little boy pouted as he still tried to reach the taller girl's ahoge.

"Um, how about instead of messing with my hair, you introduce yourself?" The girl suggested. "Alright! My name is Kokichi Ouma, and I am the Ultimate Supreme Leader!" The panta-loving boy greeted.

"And I am K1B0, and I am the Ultimate Robot. But, you may call me Kiibo." The robot greeted himself as well.

"Hey, Kiibo-kun. Do robots have dicks?" Ouma asked. "Why must you keep annoying me with your questions?!" Kiibo groaned.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Kiibo-kun and Ouma-kun. My name is Kaede Akamatsu, and I'm the Ultimate Pianist." The blonde girl introduced herself. "A- And... my name is Shuichi Saihara... and I'm the Ultimate Detective, I guess." The boy with the hat said.

Ouma jumped when the boy with the hat had said his name. No... it's impossible! There's no way he's the Saihara-chan from my childhood is he?

Ouma still remembered some of the times he had with Saihara. Like the time they had watched the sun set at their favorite spot, the hills behind the elementary school they went to as kids. The time Ouma has threw up in class and Saihara brought his stuff to the nurses office. He even gave Ouma a little kiss on his cheek and saying "Get better soon Ouma-chan~!" That was the day the Ultimate Supreme Leader had fallen in love with the Ultimate Detective.

Ouma stared at Saihara. Saihara didn't look like he remembered Ouma. But it had been a while since they had seen each other. They stopped seeing each other when they had went to different high schools. It was pretty heartbreaking for Ouma and he felt like crying now that he was reunited with his old friend.

"Ouma-kun? Ouma-kun."

Ouma jumped as he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. He turned to his left to see Saihara next to him. "U- Uh... Yeah, Saihara-chan?" Ouma immediately blushed when he said that. He couldn't believe he called Saihara that! He could see Saihara trying to cover up his blush by pulling his hat in front of his face.

"Ah, um... W- We have to go to the gym f- for some reason." Saihara stuttered as he quickly walked out of the classroom. Ouma ran after him.

"Neeheehee, what's wrong Saihara-chan? A little flustered I see." Ouma joked. Saihara walked a little faster and at this rate, Ouma had to run to catch up with the taller boy. "Geez, why are you walking so fast?! It's not nice to treat new friends like this!" Ouma panted as he stopped to catch his breath.

Saihara stopped walking and turned around to look at the small boy. He had no idea why he was trying to run away from him. Ouma was right, it is rude. But Saihara panicked after he had been called "Saihara-chan" by him.

Saihara walked back over to the purple haired boy and waited for him to catch his breath.

When Ouma was done catching his breath, he flinched when he saw Saihara above him. "L- Listen, I'm sorry for... r- running away earlier."

Ouma nodded his head and smiled. "Awwwwwww! Saihara-chan likes me~!" Saihara chuckled.

While they were walking to the gym, Ouma said, "Oh yeah, Saihara-chan, did I tell you that I'm a liar?"

"Hm? A liar?" Saihara eyebrow shifted up a bit.

"Yeah, a liar. Do you not know what that is, nishishi."

"I- I know what it is!" Saihara blushed in embarrassment.

"Nishishi, you're so cute when you're embarrassed, Saihara-chan!"

That comment only made Saihara blush more as he covered his hat with his face again.

"Then again, I could've lied." Ouma said. "Cause I am a liar."

Trust me Saihara-chan. That was not a lie.