ɓựʈʈɵɲʂ ɲ' ʂʈɨʈɕɦɛʂ || Oumasai

The blood among us.

A/N: sorry 4 tha wacky schedule :(( school gets in the way!!! 

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What the hell just happened?  Shuichi thought, standing with the discarded students and staring at the bloodied purple-haired leader hug Maki, who was unresponsive.

Through her sobs and tears, Maki felt Kokichi let go. Well, he didn't really let go. He fell down, probably passed out. The assassin gasped, yanking up Kokichi before he could hit the ground.

He was sort of heavy, implying that he wasn't really supporting his own weight. Considering that, he was knocked out.

"We need to get him to a hospital..." Maki muttered, any traces left of guilt and sadness now replaced with growing concern. "He's so pale... That must mean he lost a lot of blood."

Tenko stepped forward, her voice uneasy. "But Monokuma already has Kaito... I don't think he'll even consider taking in Kokichi for healing."

Maki furrowed her eyebrows, thinking. Thinking hard, Shuichi could tell.

Kiibo interjected, after several chapters of him not being involved. "What if we used the rooms held for the Despair Disease? Those rooms act as hospitals, right?" He asked.

"No." Maki immediately shook her head, placing a hand over Kokichi's chest. It was rising and falling slowly, just as it should be. Maki twitched her nose in the slightest to act as a smile. "Even though he was and probably still is a terrible person... He doesn't deserve to go through.. That. Not again."

"He doesn't have the Despair Disease anymore." Kiibo pointed out, no mentions of sympathy or softness in his tone. "There should be no worry if he were placed in there once again. It's just a little hospital room, what's there to feel uneasy about?"

Maki's gaze shot to Kiibo, making him flinch from the intense glare. "You really have no feelings." She growled, narrowing her eyes with anger. "How would you feel if you were beaten so hardin a room that it was carved into your memory, then months later, you return to the same room? You'd feel uneasy and unsafe, right?"

Kiibo narrowed his large eyes and argued back. "Why do you care so much about Kokichi?!" He snapped. "All he's ever done is lie and create confusion in all the class trials! He agrees with Monokuma and is excited every time a murder comes up. There's nothing that's good about Kokichi, because everything he does is always laced with a malicious intent!"

"You're wrong!" Almost everyone in the room exclaimed in unison. After that, the room drowned in silence. Almost deafening, might I add.

Kiibo's anger fades away into confusion, and better yet, betrayal. The robot looked around him, looking for at least a disapproving face. No, there wasn't any. Only shocked, guilty faces.

Not that he could blame them. They've been though a lot today. But, Kiibo blamed them anyway. "Nobody... Agrees with me..?" He mumbled, his voice cracking in desperation. "I thought... Everyone disliked him...."

"Don't you realize that people change over time?" Tenko scowled, crossing her arms with a bitter intent.

"Yes, that's correct.." Korekiyo added, more hesitantly as he looked away with a hand over his mask. "Even Kokichi can change. We are in a killing game, after all. I can tell he's gotten tired of his evil intentions.."

"Gonta don't think... Kokichi is a bad person." Gonta's big, sad eyes almost sent Kiibo sobbing. Without any tears.

"Kokichi was never a bad person in the first place." Shuichi narrowed his eyes at Kiibo, walking over to Maki and checking up on Kokichi. He picked him up and cradled his bruised, battered head.
"The stress of the killing game got to him, causing him to make bad decisions. Maybe if you saw past all of his lies, you'd think he was a good person also. But until you do..." Shuichi's soft haze hardened, shooting Kiibo a look of disappointment and disgust. "You have no right to decide if his actions are good or bad."