Profound Consequences~ Oumasai

Creative Cruelty

Hello! Welcome to my new Onassis fic! I've been having writers block with my Kuzupeko fic so I decided to do something else. My Kuzupeko will still be prioritized but I'll try to update both as often as possible. If you haven't read it, it's called 'The good, the bad, and the beautiful" and follows Fuyuhiko and Peko's childhood together.

Shuichi's POV

The spiked lid slammed shut. The spikes impaled her body before it all slammed. We could all see from the blood dripping though the crack in the piano. Kaede Akamatsu, the ultimate pianist, is dead.

And the most starting fact was, when I turned to my right, I saw that Kokichi was smiling. Was smiling. Smiling. Smiling at death. Smiling at the irreplaceable loss of a life. Nothing can bring back her smile, her kind words, or her comfort. And Kokichi didn't care.

People kept talking to Monokuma. My eyes were on Kokichi the whole time. He was a jovial as usual.

I don't remember much else. I think Kaito socked me. I was in a daze. Nothing made sense. The others left before Kaito and I did.

"You should go to her lab. It might not have her stuff in it, but it's stuff she must have liked." I nodded and stored the thought away. I would process of once things made sense.

What kind of hell are we trapped in? Where the price for anything is death. Death is all, if you are lucky. Maybe you will be hung, slowly, getting a reprieve everytime so they can crush the life out of you. Maybe you will killed by a thousand cuts. Boiled or burned alive. Impaled. Exhausted. Crushed. Beaten. The list goes on. All of the most creative forms of cruelty.

The strongest cruelty I faced tonight wasn't convincing my trusted friend, or even watching her die. It was watching Kokichi smile about it. Smiling at the death of Rantaro and Kaede. He doesn't care. He doesn't. It broke my heart. HOW COULD HE NOT CARE! I turned and punched the wall.

My legs took me to Kaede's lab without thought. I put in a CD without thinking. It was the song Kaede wanted to play for me. Claire De Lune I think. It was beautiful. The melody was lying and sad, but with an undercurrent of hope.

I exited the lab, dejected and tired. Kokichi sat on the other side of the door, waiting for me.

"God, how long does it take to listen to some song? What were you doing, making a montage of Kaede? Newsflash: you only knew her for a couple days. You didn't really know her at all. You have no reason to be sad like this. If you are though, at least think of Rantaro too. He had a family and friends just like Kaede. They both deserve to be mourned." Then, Kokichi left. Did he say that just to bother me? He sounded like he really did care. But, Kokichi can sound like a lot of things. And I don't think he is a single one of them.

I returned to my room and slept until I was woken up by the night time announcement. A fee minutes later, someone rang my doorbell. Most likely Kirumi, wanting to do my laundry or something.

It was Kokichi, bearing a tray of food. I closed the door. I'm not in the mood to pestered. His hand caught the.

"Eat something." He came in, invited, say the tray on my bed, and left. "You'll feel better."

I stood there, stunned. The tray was full of plates of Kirumi's rice balls, as well as some salmon that must have left over from dinner. I picked up a rice ball and nibbled it. It tasted good- a little cold, but good.

What confused me was Kokichi's actions. Why did he do this? Mane he felt bad, or sorry. He doesn't seem like the type to apologize.

Or maybe this is just more creative cruelty.

I started to fall asleep when I heard a scream in the hallways. Was someone being murdered? I dashed out of the room. And there was Kokichi.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Just getting your attention." He said.

"By screaming? I thought someone was being murdered." I said.

"Uh that's the point dummy. I got you out here to tell you..."

He stopped speaking and looked down. I stared at him, expectantly.

"That you did a good job at the trial earlier." He lifted his eyes to meet mine.

"How can you call getting someone killed a good job? You make me sick." I left the hall. Kokichi didn't bother me anymore that night. And thank god for that. I can't let him get to me. I can't be penetrated by his creative cruelty.