Danganronpa Oneshots

Kokichi Ouma x Shuichi Saihara (1)

AU where Kokichi Ouma is a serial killer and cop, while nosy detective wannabe Shuichi Saihara becomes a witness to the murder...

requested by: my good unnamed friend

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SomeEmoDetective
panta beta male

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It was a bright day, nearing sunset. Normal, like any other. Boring, as always. Shuichi Saihara was sitting inside a noisy and bustling cafe, examining solved murder cases to see what he should do to become a better detective along with his friend, Kaito Momota. When he looked up from his papers and out the window, he saw a short boy with a checkered scarf right outside the cafe, a black backpack sitting on his shoulders.

'He looks like a clown.' Shuichi thought, amused. It was a very eccentric outfit.
Shuichi kept watching the eye-catching boy, still sipping on his hot beverage.

"Hey! Shuichi" Kaito tried to get his attention.

The clown-like boy was acting awkward, his eyes darting around suspiciously as if he were hiding something. Suddenly, the boy threw his backpack into a bush close to the nearby cemetery and went off into the distance.

"Shuichi? Hello? Your buddy Kaito's going to go now," he informed. "You're so focused on those files of yours that it's making me jealous..." He left, but not without paying for both the drinks.

Shuichi nodded slightly and waved his hand goodbye. He was much more intrigued by the boy than Kaito right now. He could feel the scoop. Where was the boy going? Shuichi had to find out. He quickly packed up his detective files and went through the bush to pick up the backpack. After picking up the backpack, Shuichi flung it over his shoulders and silently followed the short clown.

The boy with the eccentric clothing walked into the near-empty cemetery and pulled out a string-like weapon, a garrote. A blade, thin as string, with ridges sharper than a machete. He approached a young adult woman, one with blonde hair and fair skin, musical note clips in her hair.

While crunching the fall leaves below him, the boy took small steps after steps until he was right behind the girl in front of her parents' graves.

The wind brushed by, and the purple-haired male made his move. While the pink clothed female was kneeling with her eyes closed, Panta beta male slid the garrote to the front of the woman's neck.

He didn't hesitate as he pulled forward, the blade digging through her soft and tender flesh. The more it got entwined with blood, the more of a "schlicking" sound it made.

The girl tried to scream and put up resistance by flailing around, but to no avail. It was too late for her to be saved. The boy smiled, a childish grin from ear to ear appeared on his face after hearing the weak and dying yelps come from the girl. As her last resistance, she raised her arms to try to part the garrote from her neck, but they fell before they ever reached their destination.

After she was choked to death, the child-like boy used his full strength to decapitate her, blood spewing out all over him.

His clothes, white, now sullied in red. He spanned out his arms and let the pink blush of the glowing sunset wash off his guilt. He sat on a bench near the girl who died and pondered. "Aa~h. What should I do now? I'm bored again!"

He had an idea and quickly did work to make it come true. He placed the girl's severed head in the middle of her parents' grave and picked some weeds resembling flowers to make an offering. A pool of blood started to form underneath her head.