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-Three pricks, one distraction, and a side of a plan-(P:2)

Kokichi froze at that question.

    'Out of everything, why that question?!' Kokichi mentally thought, he turned his gaze down at the floor, wanting to just disappear but he knew that wouldn't happen. But then came a thought even if he hated it.

Lie.

"..No, I don't 'love' him..what m-makes you think that..?" After a bit of silence, he heard somewhat of a smack even if it sounded soft. He looked up to see a rather pissed of Kaede, who just punched the freakin' bed, jeez man.

"You're a bad liar, you know that? It's obvious you do so just admit it." She stood up, walking up to Kokichi while he just cowered a bit on his chair, almost as though he was shrinking.
"K-Kaede..it's not a lie." Kaede stopped in front of him, leaning way too close to comfort at his face, it almost looked as if they were about to kiss but nope.

"..In all honesty if you did, you should rethink that. He's a literal psycho."

'You don't have to tell me that'

"I see..don't w-worry, I really don't." Kaede folded her arms, leaning away from him "Worried? Why would I out of everyone be worried? I'm just telling you to watch out, that's all." She then turned her back towards him, opening the door and leaving the room leaving him alone. He slouched on his chair, feeling pretty frustrated by this.

"I know what he's like, I know he's a c-crazy sick bastard but..I know beside all that phase there may just be some good in him somewhere.." Kokichi smiled at that, imagining just a 'normal' Shuichi who wasn't a creep.

. . .

Rantaro stepped inside the room with a bag hanging over his shoulder "Ughh, I cant believe it took that long to find the supplies.." He laid the bag on the bed and looked up to the other side of the room to see Kokichi who seemed to be lost in thought, that's no surprise. "Ayo, Kokichi, you good man?" Rantaro asked concerned, he got no response back. 'Damn does this kid ever stop thinking?' He shrugged, slowly walking over to the other boy and shaking his shoulder which resulted the other boy to jolt up and blink quite frequently.

       "G-Gah! Sorry Rantaro, just-"
"Yea, I get it. You were lost in your cloud of thoughts, no need to explain." He patted his head. "Anyways, I got the equipment so we should be good, I still need to smack the shit outta Shuichi though since his ass won't quit smoking" He cracked his knuckles, letting out a small sigh "Also, have you seen where Kaede went?"

Kokichi shook his head "No..she left after she talked to me" Rantaro hummed, tapping him chin "Okaaay, just let me know if she comes back up or something, I'm gonna go look for her"
        
                         "O-Okay!"

Rantaro left the room again, leaving Kokichi alone again. He looked over at the bag that laid on the bed, he got up and tried picking up the bag but it was too heavy, so he set it down. "Hmm.." Kokichi grabbed the zipper and quickly unzipped it, seeing: Crowbars, gloves, a pocket knife, masks, and other endless supplies "What the hell..again, a-all this for some drugs?!" Kokichi facepalmed, zipping the bag up again.

He laid his back on the bed beside the bag, closing his eyes trying not to lose himself "God sometimes I wonder what type of f-friends I have..retards.."

                               . . .

"Okay guys, put your masks on and get ready..Kokichi, start heading out and remember, don't act too suspicious"

"Too s-suspicious?? Isn't it already suspicious that I'm visiting or know where he lives?!" He exclaimed, feeling the anxiety boiling up in his chest.

"True but just say one of his friends sent you here to grab the drugs, if it doesn't go smoothly then we come into play" Kokichi looked at Rantaro confused "didn't you say you were going to break in while I was distracting??" Rantaro pinched the bridge of his nose, looking done.

"Look, just follow my instructions.."

Kokichi rolled his eyes, getting out the car and slamming the door shut. He made his way to the porch and came to a halt when he was in front of the door. He raised his shaky, sweaty hand and knocked on the door. He felt like this was the end of him. The end of his damn existence and all for what? Drugs. Kokichi swore if he made it out alive he'll end up beating the life outta Rantaro to even agree on making him some distraction for a shitty reason.

                     "Knock knock"
   
                       "Who is it?!"
         
           God have mercy on this boy.

//Aw shit, here we go again. This chapter sucks but since I felt extremely bad on breaking my promise and stuff I decided to make something really crappy and short sksks so uhhh yea—I bet there's a lot of bad grammar in here lmao//