ɓựʈʈɵɲʂ ɲ' ʂʈɨʈɕɦɛʂ || Oumasai

Building plan [2]

A/n: Warning!! Mentions of cutting, depression and extreme content (such as rape) is mentioned in this chapter. Also excessive amounts of panic, fear and gay.

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Kokichi breathed heavily as he looked down at his arms, his eyes wide with panic, confusion, and despair. But most of all, he was coated with fear.
The poor boy was shaking. He couldn't take the massive amounts of pain shooting about him, originally coming from his blood-soaked arms.
His blood soaked arms...
Blood?
Why was he cutting himself?
No... No, this is wrong. Kokichi thought, trying to pull the hand that wielded the blade away.
Why am I doing this? I'm not depressed. I was never depressed. I'm not even sad! I... I don't understand...
But he continued. He continued until he dropped the blade from the massive amounts of shaking and silent screaming.
"Stop... S-Stop, please.." He whimpered, reaching up to clutch his hair in his hands as he scooted backwards in his bed.
His legs stained with the blood from his arms, as they continued to drip at an unhealthy rate.
"S-Stop... STOP!!! G-get out..! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!" Kokichi screamed, sobbing uncontrollably as he shut his eyes tight.
"I c-can't..! No, I won't..! W-Why am I..?! Get out... Get out, get out, g-get out, get out get out get out get out getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!"
The purple-haired male sobbed into his bloody hands, screaming and yelling in pain and confusion.
It's as if everyone were staring at him from every angle, tormenting him. Why did they torment him? Why can't they shut up? He lied for the best of his friends. He tried his best. He tried his fucking best. Yet they still stared, and laughed. Stare, laugh, stare, laugh, stare, laugh, stare, laugh.
Stop it.
Shut up.
Get out of my head.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I tried my best.
What am I doing?
You don't deserve him.
You don't deserve him.
You don't deserve him.
You don't deserve him.
You don't deserve hi-

"S-Shuichi..?"

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"I have gotten the blueprints done!~" Angie called, as soon as the diner flooded with people.
All people besides Himiko, Miu and Kokichi. And obviously not Korekiyo or Maki, since Maki was watching over the sick anthropologist.
"Blueprints?" Kaito asked. "Oh, I'll hand them to Maki. She asked me to." He shrugged.
"Huh? You don't know about Blueprints?" Angie asked, almost gasping. "I thought you were an astronaut, Kaito!"
"Astronauts don't build stuff, that's for the engineers or something!! We just ride the things, How am I supposed to know what Blueprints are!?" Kaito argued.
"It's actually kind of essential to become an astronaut." Shuichi explained, smiling with amusement. "Have you graduated 6th grade yet?"
"You've been hanging out with Kokichi too much!" Kaito huffed, but laughed nonetheless and patted his sidekick on the back.
"Speaking of Kokichi," Shuichi blushes a bit from Kaito's comment, but he continued on. "Where is he? He's usually the first here. And if he's not with me, I don't know what he's doing."
"Himiko hasn't shown up either.." Tenko sighed, crossing her arms. "I did knock on her door, but all I received was silence and heavy, rough breathing. I was considering kicking the door down, but Gonta stopped me."
"Gonta worries for little magic girl, too." Gonta added on. "Kokichi and Miu also."
"We all have a routine with those three, except for Miu, unless she starts hanging out with Kiibo." Shuichi stated.
"We are working on an arrangement at the moment." Kiibo immediately responded. "Don't worry, Shuichi! I'll make sure every morning from now on that Miu comes here safe and sound!"
"You're the only one who thinks that." Kaito joked.
"You've been hanging out with Kokichi too much!" Keebo cried, backing away from the conversation.

Suddenly, the doors swung open to reveal The missing trio. Kokichi, Miu and Himiko.
Kokichi looked normal, except the fact that he had tears streaming down his face, his face full of blush and he was slightly drooling.
Miu looked full-on serious. She had worn a black jacket, probably to cover up her cleavage. She had a straight face and looked rather strict, standing in a completely normal pose.
Himiko looked like she was crying, too. Her eyes were wet and puffy, and her uniform was messed up. She looked almost beat up, as if she had been sobbing nonstop for the past hour or two.
Everyone was so confused. All except for Kiibo, who knew what was going on.