Purple Trees (saiouma)

ch2-

One month later
Kokichi
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Yawning, I sit up on my bland bed. The blanket I use is blue, and although I've told Monokuma many times that I prefer purple and him promising to change it, he hasn't done anything! It's still blue and I'm still throwing a childish temper tantrum. If I'm gonna live in this hell hole, at least let me have a purple blanket and walls! I frown at the sight of the beige walls, and hatch an idea. But I'll need markers.
I jump out of bed, immediately regretting it as my head spins and I fall to the ground. Fucking blood, obeying gravity. Dizzily, I stand up again, this time taking small and short steps toward my door. I'm still in what I wear to sleep (aka a giant white shirt that this place has supplied me and no pants) and I don't care as I place my hand on my cold doorknob. I know that nobody is going to be in the hallway, due to me sensing that the time is still night (unsure of exactly when) so I step out. Lazily, I make my way to the kitchen- but something stops me in my tracks. There's noise coming from Shuichi's room. Sounds like.. talking? Out of curiosity, I place an ear up to his door, and I don't like what I hear. There's a voice other than Shuichi's, aint it's female. I recognize it, but I can't place it until she starts talking about the piano. I roll my purple eyes. Kayayday, of all people! I jump as I hear someone walking towards the door, and I silently dart towards the kitchen- the original place that I was headed. It's not that I don't want them to know I was eavesdropping, it's that I don't want Shuichi to see me wearing what I am. I hide behind a doorway in the kitchen as I --jealousy-- watch Kaede step out of Shuichi's room. She hugs him, and I quietly glare at her basic bitch-ness. He watches her walk back to her room, and once she closes her door, I expect him to go back into his. But he doesn't. Instead, Shuichi begins walking towards the kitchen- towards where I'm hiding. Panicking, I attempt to run, but I trip over something in the darkness (I'll never know what) and I look up to face God himself. I'd say the devil, but that's simply not true. Shuichi has never been rude to anyone, not even jokingly calling someone a mean name, played a prank, anything of that sort. He's practically an angel. Running towards me now. Realizing that I've just been laying here, lost in thought of Saihara's greatness, my mind scrambles, looking for a solution on what to do now. I leap up (agh, the dizziness again) and hurriedly decide to hide behind a cardboard box storing who knows what. Since I'm in complete darkness, it takes me a moment to find the medium, sized box, and thanks to my tiny body I can hide myself pretty well. The Ultimate Detective skids into the kitchen, coming to a fast halt, and clicks on the light. And even though I hid myself very well (as I'm used to playing pranks on Momota that require me to hide for my life afterwards), emo hat boy still finds me. Damn you, detective, when did your eyes get so good? He looks at me, very confused. "Ko..kichi?" I sigh and stand up. Seeing what I'm wearing, he looks away, blushing, and I can't help but smile.
"Saihara-chan! You found me!" I decide to make him uncomfortable more as I approach him cheerily.
"Ouma, why aren't you wearing pants?" Although I too am embarrased, I hide that behind a giant grin. "Don't worry, it's not gay as long as we're both wearing socks. I display to him my dark purple socks with lighter purple cats on them. "See! I'm wearing socks and so are you." I look down at his black socks. He sighs, mumbling something like "Ouma, what am I gonna do with you.." before I spring the question. "Hey, why are you up so late, and why was Kayayday in your room?" He's taken aback by that question, but he already knows how I knew.
"She couldn't sleep, and neither could I, so she came over to hang out. And that's it, nothing other than that." He adds the last part seeing my fake mischevious grin. Behind it, I'm hiding layers of jealousy. Ah, I'm such a good liar~
I decide to fake being upset. "Waaa, and you didn't invite me?! You're so mean to me, Shumai!" He rolls his eyes at my fake tears and dumb nickname for him, knowing all too well that I'm not actually that upset- he was wrong this time, it's just not sadness. That, though, is overshadowed by the joy I experience being around him.
Shumai asks, "Why are you up so late anyway?" I give him a peaceful smile. "I'm hungry and Tojo told me to leave her alone before she kicks my ass because she's both sick and tired." He nods. "I.. I could.. make food for you, if you're that hungry?"
This surprises me. Seeing my expression, he stutters. "I.. I mean, if you d-don't want me to that's fine! It's just I want food too and-" I interrupt him. "Shumai, being nice to meee! Sure, you can! I'd love that!"
He sighs in relief, but seems confused by how nice and cheerful I'm being to him. "Hey, Ouma, why are you so happy all of a sudden? You're not usually like this." I play with his heart, smiling as I say "I just love being around you, Saihara-chan! You make me so happy!"
"Yeah, that's definitely a lie. What's really up with you?"
It's not a li"I'm just tired, that's all." He accepts that for the truth. "Ah, okay.. Hey, Ouma, can I get by into the kitchen please?" Another mischevious grin covers my face as I have another idea. "If you want by, you're gonna have to move me yourself."
He's flustered by this, and I love that expression on him. To make my point, I reach my arms across the doorway and attempt to place them firmly on the sides although my short arms can barely reach them alone. Saihara sighs. "Alright, then.." and he does something I'd never expect him to do. Shumai picks me up. As he throws me over his shoulder, my face turns perpetually red, and I make a sound alike to both oof and ack. I whine. "Saihara- chan, whaa! Put me down right now!" But he doesn't change his course as he walks simply into the kitchen. His overflowing confidence surprises me, but what surprises me more is the fact that instead of setting me on the floor like a civil human being, Shumai sits me on a very tall shelf he knows I can't get down from, and he walks away towards the refrigerator. "Shuichi Saihara, let me down right fucking now!" but he ignores me. I notice that the stove isn't too far below me, and I could probably step down onto it and then the floor if I tried..
The moment my left foot touches the stovetop I regret it.
My entire foot burns instantly, and I hadn't realized that after Shumai set me on the shelf, he turned on the stove. I gasp, and the shock of the heat surprises me enough that I fall from the shelf and land on my back. The shelf was so close to the ceiling that I could touch it, and this building has very tall walls..
When I fell, I let out a blood-curdling scream, and Shumai rushes over to me and props me up against the wall.
"Oh my God!.. Ouma, are you okay? I'm so sorry! Oh my God, does anything feel broken? What hurts? Ouma, are you there?"
Before I can respond, Shumai hugs me. I'm in such a daze at this point that I just crawl into his lap and pass out, leaving all of my memories behind me.

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Still Kokichi

I wake up the next morning with Shumai beside me. In my bed. Stifling a scream, I look over at him, and he's fast asleep- atleast, he isn't under my blanket. A few memories from last night flood my mind. Running into the kitchen, talking to Shumai, Shumai picking me up.... and that's it. I vaguely remember falling from somewhere, and notice immediately that my foot hurts. I would shake emo boy awake to ask him what happened and why he's in my bed, but I'd rather watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful...
Eventually, I fall back to sleep, my body very close to Saihara-chan's.

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Shuichi

I wake up with Kokichi's body pressed against mine and his arm around my waist. To this I recognize that somewhere along the line, I have made a very big mistake. I attempt to shimmy out of Kokichi's surprisingly tight grasp, but once I do he just unconsciously scoots closer and wraps his arm around me once again. I try to wake him up by gently shaking him. "Kokichi...Kokichi?" Eventually I stop being so quiet. "Kokichi, wake uuuup.... Kokichi! KOKICHI!" He jumps awake, and his cute startled face makes me feel bad. "Sorry, you weren't waking up.." He smiles. "I was wide awake, Shumai! I just wanted to hold you longer~" I shake my head, but something skips inside of me- "Liar." He grins, "Damn, you got me." For some reason that makes my heart sink.
Me and Kokichi both jump when there's loud banging on the door. I instinctively hug him close to protect him, but then I realize my actions and let go immediately. God, what is up with me today? Ouma jumps up, and walks confidently to the door. Before I can finish shrieking "Ouma, no!" He swings the door wide open and gives me a cheeky grin. I fall off of his bed, attempting to hide myself, but I relax at Kaede's voice. I de-relax when she starts swearing.
"Where the FUCK is Shuichi, Ouma?! I saw you with him last night, what did you do to him?!" Kaede's voice is hostile. I begin shrinking down into the corner that I seem to become more and more stuck in, but it's worth it if I'm hiding from this angry Kaede.
I can practically hear Ouma's shit eating grin. "Kaede! No reason to be so meeeeean. He's right over there!"
  Damn you, Ouma. Kaede's gonna kill me.
  I can hear her stomping over to the corner I'm stuck in now, apparently not believing him. As she approaches I can feel my whole life crumbling, and when she sees me huddled up in Ouma's blanket she gasps.
  "S-Shuichi! What are you doing in here?" She kneels down in front of me as if I'm a child that's skinned my knee. Her shocked expression annoys me. It's not like she's my mom. This annoyance drives me far enough that I'm not scared of her anymore. Sighing, I stand up, and I look down at her. She too stands and she looks me right in the eye. This. Is. War. After a good two minutes of uncomfortable silence other that Ouma's random jokes (which make me almost laugh) Kaede huffs and steps towards the door. She leaves silently, but slams the door behind her.
  I look at Ouma. "Ouma, you little bitch. I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."