Daganronpa: blue blood «retelling»

Crawling through the vents

«Kyoko Kirigiri's perspective»
Junko's explanation rips through me like a blade, throwing my mind into clarity. All those memories- they're real. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy!
We stand by the vent opening in Mondo's old room.
"We need two people to guide them, four people in the vents and the last person can keep watch." Makoto lists off.
"I'll guide. My memories aren't wiped." Mutters Mukuro. Her flamboyant personality is gone now, and she's actually much more reserved and quiet.
"I'll guard." Gulps Sayaka.
"Chihiro, Makoto, Kyoko and Byakuya, are you ready to go in the vents? Celestia asks.
"Uh, I though I could guide. From the speaker. If I had a laptop I could hack into the system." Chihiro enquires.
"There's a laptop in the library." Sayaka adds.
"I'll start it up and then I can guide from the speakers." Chihiro says determinedly, rushing to the library.
Celestia sighs. "I suppose I'll have to join you then."

«Celestia Ludenburg's perspective.»
Groaning, I kneel down and struggle into the vents. Makoto leads, kyoko in front of me and Byakuya behind. Well, at least I can look at Kyoko this whole time.
"Ok. Move forward until I say stop!" Chihiro's voice rings out from the speakers, tinny and booming. Makoto has his e handbook in his pocket and Chihiro somehow managed to track it. He's come a long way from the nervous simpering fool he was when we first met. Dabbling in murder definitely toughened him up.
On my hands and knees, I crawl forward, turning right, left, left, right, until we reach our destination. We peer down the vent cover, holding our breath.
Beneath us, a girl sits by a control room, strawberry curls thick and luscious, hands oddly pale. She taps at a key board, slurping up some noodles at the same time.
"Ok, what do we do now?" I whisper, looking at Kyoko.
"We need to blow it up!" She whispers, pulling out a homemade bomb. Holding her breath, she lights it, and lowers it down, further...further...
"What the hell?" The real junko twists around, plucking it off the string. She looks up, and we make eye contact.
"Get out of here!" She shrieks, and hurls the bomb back up.
"Go,go,go!" Makoto yells, and we scamper in different directions like wild animals, screaming.
BANG!
It explodes, sending shrapnel everywhere. Kyoko yelps as it singes her skin.
"Kyoko!" I clamber over.
Then I hear the creaking.
The vents bend over, flushing us out onto the masterminds floor. Metal plates shatter to the floor, and I dive over Kyoko to protect her. Metal plummets down, until we're covered in the twisted remains.
"You saved me..." Kyoko whispers.
"I love you." I blurt out, then realise it's true. It's not a lie- I love her.

"Well, well, well! Who do we have here?"