Second chance - O̺͆u̺͆m̺͆a̺͆S̺͆a̺͆i̺͆ - COMPLETE

Leftovers part 1/2

Finally. i hope you enjoy. little shout out to my main gurl Clarenspou, she's spurred me on and all art done in this chapter was done by her, she's amazing and is my inspiration. love ya girl. one more much shorter chapter after this, will be out asap and i mean it this time

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It had taken this long with so many failed attempts for them to escape. Shuichi was done with it all. Before he'd told himself not to murder, that it was evil and wrong, but truthfully he was foolish before to even give a shred of hope towards surviving the game without committing the dastardly, soul-shredding act himself.

He was gripping onto Kokichi's hand so desperately that the dents of his nails would leave permanent engraving on the back of his hands. Marks of their love.

Tripping over his feet, he stumbled and staggered, only noticing that his rash decisions had led to his shoelaces coming untied when he toppled over on himself, sending him falling to his knee, using his hand to steady his weight as to not fall completely over. With a glance down at his laces, he groaned through gritted teeth.

One thing going wrong after another and another and another and another and another and- it was enough to make anyone into a short fuse.

Kokichi was struck by the bolt of concern. He wasn't stupid by any means, he'd proven that, calculating what there was to calculate, estimating and co-ordinating plans to make sure they went well, without fault, to expert precision. Lately, he had been slacking, Shuichi had taken control, and by control, that's what he meant. Shouting instructions, cutting him off whenever he protested, biting his head off when he tried to ask him whether he was alright.

Same old, same old.

'Shumai, you're acting super odd, anything you wanna tell me, huh, huh?~"

There was a glare, then something along the lines of, 'Yes. Why wouldn't I be? Everything's okay. It's just this place."

He was edging towards totalitarianism. His boyfriend. And it hurt, but once they were out of here, it would all be okay. Yeah, it would.

But eventually, everyone snaps and self-justification doesn't quite work. "S-Shuichi.. y-you're hurting me! Get off!"

The golden eyes he gave back were harsh, strict and piercing but they were momentary, like a traffic light flickering from green to red, one to the other in canon succession with milliseconds differentiating them. There wasn't any amber, no cautionary signal between green for 'go for it' and the red for 'stop, this is a stupid idea'.

"That's it! What's wrong with you?!" Kokichi grabbed his arm back but Shuichi's nails dig in, leaving skid, carve marks, like a car on a racetrack turning a corner too fast.

Crap, that's not looking good.

"Why are you acting so scared of me? I'm trying my best... I..." He muttered, repeating it again and again as if the words didn't quite make sense in his head. Hands went to his head, grabbing at the sides of it as if it was burning. The syntax, the lexis... words didn't compute. Suddenly, his sanity slapped him round the face so he retracted his arm with an abrupt shudder, finally comprehending what he was doing.

All he could do was stare down at his own mangled hand, still looking like it had been put through a tumble drier, in disbelief, mind and heart racing. Images shot through his head and everything was suddenly too much, flashing clips from broken film strips, burst out in his head incoherently. Blue, reds, pinks and her dead body.

"We need to get out of here, it's poisoning us... that's the problem!"

This put the liar in a more than uncomfortably familiar position.