{DISCONTINUED}༄"It takes time, my beloved Mastermind!"﹏(Oumami)

Chapter One.

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mas·ter·mind
/ˈmastərˌmīnd/
noun
a person with an outstanding intellect.

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Kokichi gagged. He felt his throat being gripped, the skin beneath his attacker's fingers becoming bruised and purple. Through blurring vision, he made eye contact with Maki Harukawa, formerly known as the Ultimate Child Caregiver. Her crimson eyes narrowed, a gleaming hatred flowing through the flame colored irises.

Kokichi only grinned. He wasn't going to let Harukawa see his pain and fear. "What are you up to," she said, "you have trouble written all over you." Kokichi's hand tightened around the female's wrists. "W-why... would I tell.... you...." Kokichi's voice was gravelly, pained almost. "Because if you don't, I'll kill you right now," she snapped, dead serious. Kokichi let out a dry laugh. "And risk yourself getting executed?" Harukawa flinched. She forgot about the situation they were in.

How could she forget, though? So far, 7 people had died. Sure, Kokichi didn't mind them all that much, but it was scaring. Kaede, Tsumugi, Ryoma, Kirumi, Tenko, Angie, and Korekiyo. Who would die next? Apparently Kokichi, because his vision became dark, his eyes closing. He felt his body hit the ground with a thud. Harukawa growled. "Useless," was what she muttered, storming off.

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Kokichi woke up to bright light in his face. Had he died? But, his vision focused and proved him wrong. He was in his dorm. The cobalt blue walls surrounding him, the framed roof looming ominously above him. He groaned, his fists balling up with some of the white sheet on his bed. Wait. Who brought him here?

And as if on cue, his door gently opened, revealing a navy haired male and a lime haired male. Kokichi gave them his normal smile, seeing as both of their shoulders relaxed when they saw he was up. "Did you guys carry me here? Awww, how nice! I knew you guys loved me!" Rantaro gave a smile while Shuichi lightly rolled his eyes. "Well, we saw how you were kinda lying unconscious on the ground, and decided to move you, I guess." His voice... it was so soothing. So calming. Kokichi could fall asleep listening to it. He wanted to hear the voice more. He wanted the voice to be the only thing he heard. He... okay, buddy. Stop being creepy.

Kokichi flung the sheets off of his legs, hopping out of bed. He then looked down to see him in a dark blue stripped t-shirt that went to his knees and his orange stripped boxers. He turned red, but shook it off with a michevious smile. "Did you two seriously defile me while I was unconscious??? Wow. You never struck me as the types to do that. I hope you didn't bruise me, nishishi!"

Rantaro and Shuichi both flushed. "W-We.... we didn't do that! We just... c-changed you, is all..." Shuichi muttered, covering his mouth with his most likely sweaty palm. "Your clothes got pretty trashed earlier and you didn'thave anything else so I gave you my shirt...." Rantaro assured, an uneasy smile on his face.

But then the smile soon faded and was replaced with a serious face. "What happened to you?" He asked, fully concerned. Kokichi thought back to Harukawa's hand tightening around his throat. Hesitantly, he reached a hand to his throat. He began to shake. "I-I.... I couldn't.... breathe.... She... I couldn't breathe. I couldn't....." He felt tears well up in his eyes. His body was full of fear. It was weird. He was perfectly okay a second ago. He leaned backward and sat, his back leaning against the wall. His breathing hitched as the tears spilled from his eyes. He kept muttering things like "choke" or "couldn't breathe". He was shaking furiously.

Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see a green blob in front of his face. Though his eyes were full of tears, he immediately knew that was Rantaro. With a loud sob, he threw his arms around the other male, hugging him close and nuzzling his face in his chest. Shuichi sat nearby and watched, wanting to comfort Kokichi as well, but didn't know how to.

"Don't.... Don't let me be alone. I don't wanna be alone. I don't want to die. I don't want to see her..." Kokichi sobbed, pleading into Rantaro's shirt. Rantaro gently wrapped his arms around Kokichi, rubbing circles on the smaller male's back. "Shhh.... you're not alone... shhh...."

Pathetic.

Although Rantaro seemed like he was comforting Kokichi, his mind was screaming at him to snap the little shit's neck. Truly pathetic. But, the despair he's feeling is amazing. He pulled away from Kokichi, although the grip He had on Rantaro was strong. "Hey... let go... go cuddle Shuichi. I have to go do something. And get you new clothes." Kokichi nodded and let go. Rantaro got up and stepped back a little. Shuichi hesitantly took his place. He wrapped his arms around Kokichi and Kokichi did the same. Rantaro put on a smile and walked out.

After walking for a while, he knew he was alone. As soon as he was by himself, he burst out into laughter. "Ohhhh fuck! That was good! I got a first hand experience at despair! How delightful. What a pathetic little shit." He sat down and stared at the ground. Suddenly, his mind flashed to Kokichi. His childish smile... how adorable he looked in Rantaro's shirt... His playful personality. Wait! What the hell? What is he talking about? That's not even Kokichi at all! That's the Kokichi he created!

The real Kokichi is a depressed crybaby! He joined Danganronpa to die! He wanted to die!

"I don't want to die!"

Oh, so now he was supposed to feel bad because he said he didn'twant to die? Yeah right. He's going to die. And then he'll wake up. He'll be hit with the despair of knowing everything he's ever known was fake. It was all a simulation!

All just a simulation....

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Shuichi and Kokichi sat, hugging each other tightly. Shuichi's mind kept drifting. He remembered looking at Ouma while he was unconscious. The bruises, burns, scratches, and cuts all over his body was sickening. And especially the hand shaped bruises around his neck. He looked down at Kokichi. He was distantly staring at something. He had calmed down, but his eyes were puffy and red from the tears. His hair was disheveled and greasy. He really let himself go. Shuichi frowned and ran a hand through the hair. He cared for Kokichi. Quite a bit too. He kinda had feelings for the smaller male. Though, he knew he would never be able to have Kokichi. He saw the way Ouma looked at Rantaro. It hurt Shuichi. So that's why he needs to take in moments like these for as long as he could.

Slowly, Shuichi started rocking, humming a small tune as well. "I'm not a baby...." Kokichi muttered quietly. "Sh." Shuichi hushed, continuing. Kokichi rolled his eyes and listened. Pretty soon, the soothing gestures lulled him to sleep.

{{1175 words :D yay. New book. Anyway, thanks for reading! I'll try to update soon! -Alex.}}