Please Don't Take Off My Mask (Mastermind Shuichi x Kokichi #1)

Long, Long Ago He...

     Was alone, cold, and cruel, that man known as Shuichi Saihara whom he was a regular student at a regular highschool but with an unregular, fixed, animalistic mind. He's known to be disgusting for his unusual behavior and constant drooling obsession for impairment and scathe. He's a psychopath, as what people say. They say to, "stay away from the psycho if you want to live for another day," but some other people would disagree, rather take their own life, and they do not want another day of living, especially not wanting to live with him. The times he'd done wrong he would always get away with snapping someone's arm within a blink of an eye, or instead of blinking you might become perminately blinded by his disgusting fingers going inside your eye sockets. The blood makes him drool like a vampire, but instead of feasting over the blood of his enemies, he enjoyed the despair he had given in this school to all of his mates and pals, although he doesn't consider them as pals or anything close at all, more like useless wastes of humanity who should die for all he cared to decrease the surplus population.

     He never had a close relationship with his parents, he never had a good relationship with his family at all. He lived alone and that's all he ever wanted, as if the world belonged to him and he can do whatever he wishes to do in his own world. Delusions of toying with humans souls is what he wants and enjoys, like a monarchy, and he is the rightful ruler, the king. The same routine happens each day where one by one someone gets hurt. They all know it was all of his own work-doing. That's why his whole family was afraid of him ever since he picked up this personality as a child, there is nothing they can do about it and all of the hope they had in the past to fix him is all blurred and they pray that maybe things would change by themselves one day when god says so, or would god ever listen to their prayers? Their disgusting son is the embodiment of the devil himself, all in disguise and wearing a precious mask to keep up his act up on the stage where everyone can see, now that is the idea he wants to create.

     It wasn't the first time he thought about this, he wanted to create something better, something Junko Enoshima couldn't do in her plays and killing games. He had a vision of something more grim and gruesome. His mouth watered in the thought of it until all of a sudden a very loud smack came from a ruler that hit on his table. Shuichi looked up and saw the teacher holding with that ruler, he can see the fear in his instructor's eyes. The tall man gives a glare at the teacher waiting for him to say what he usually says, he isn't afraid and very aware to know that he won't do anything anyways.

"Please, pay attention in class, I don't want another disruption again."

It's the same quotes over and over again.

     Shuichi gives him a deadly glare, "sorry sensei, but it doesn't matter what you say anyways. You don't seem to even care about your job. You aren't doing anything at all." The math instructor ignored his response and continued his lesson. It seems all too easy for Shuichi since he is already ahead of the class because of how good his reading skills are and reads everyday to get ahead of the game. It gives him the advantage to learn anything, manipulation. And for his dream of the killing game, he has to start it all by scratch.

     The lesson has been done and the bell rings for the end of the class, it is now lunch time. As everyone rushes out, they all hoped that the demon won't rip their souls and leave them in shreds. No need for friends and no need for small chit-chats or sharing, he enjoys this sick attention. Once he got out last out of class, he walks to the rooftop looking around for any victims to see, of course everyone seemed to be gone ever since the word got out that he drove someone to suicide and jumped off at this very rooftop, although there is no evidence to support against the tall man. There was at least one small person walking up and sits on a bench across the rooftop which made him keep his eye on, he drools again. Someone who has purple hair and so small, the smallest human in the school probably and fragile to ever exist, so perfect. He never seened this small one before, he must have been a new transfered student so he won't understand his game, and he is all there alone and unclaimed, he belonged to Shuichi, he will soon.