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

Chapter Two.

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love·sick
/ˈləvˌsik/
adjective
in love, or missing the person one loves, so much that one is unable to act normally.

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A couple of days later, Kokichi had slightly gotten over the events that happened. He used his scarf to cover up as much of the bruising as possible around his throat, but his mind was lingering. He was seconds away from dying. But, Rantaro and Shuichi had saved him. Rantaro... He was honestly an amazing guy. Kokichi was so gay for him. He wanted to get closer to Rantaro. But, the sick person behind this game had other plans.

The game kept going. No one had died yet, but everyone was on the edge of their seat to see who will croak next. But then, a certain inventor called everyone to meet.

"Welp, are y'all here?" Miu shouted, tapping her foot restlessly. Everyone nodded. Miu smiled. "Good! So, straight to the point. So, you tiny dick bastards all know about the computer I've been working on, yeah?" Everyone nodded once more. "Good! Then follow me, because this would be better if I showed you all."

She led everyone to the computer room, showing everyone the headsets and seats. She explained how it worked, blah blah blah, you know what happened, and convinced everyone to be hooked up to the machine. Then, the simulation started.

{Time skip to the end of Gonta's execution because you all know what happened.}

Kokichi stared at Gonta's hanging body in horror. That was fucking brutal! Everyone must have else felt the same because he heard some sobs from a few of them. But he also felt piercing gazes stab through him, hating Kokichi more for what he's done. Kokichi furrowed his brow and turned on his heel, walking out.

While heading towards his dorm, Kokichi walked past a small door. He stopped for a second to look at it. Then, he heard mumbling on the other side. He placed his ear on the door to make out what they were saying. He couldn't, but he still decided the wiggle the doorknob. It was locked. He knocked on the door. "Hellooo? Is anyone in there?" He cheered, trying to sound like his mischievous self. He pressed his ear on the door once more, listening. But the talking had stopped. Dammit! Kokichi scared them away. He then looked at the doorknob, smirking. "Haha. Thank Atua I always come prepared." Did he just swear to Atua? Wow. But then, he pulled a small pin from his hair and bent it a bit. His hair was a little bit lop-sided now, but that's alright. He stuck the pin in the key-hole and moved it around until he heard a click. With a triumphant smile on his face, he flung the door open to reveal...

A supply closet?! And there's not even anyone in it! Kokichi must be hearing things, then. He then decided to examine the supply closet just for the fun of it until he heard footsteps come up behind him. "Hey, Koki- ACK-" Before Kokichi could process what was happening, he felt himself being pushed into the closet with the person. Then, the door shut and it was pitch black.

"Dammit." The person mumbled. Kokichi took a second to process it before realizing it was Rantaro. Kokichi snorted. "Geez, Rantaro. If you wanted me that badly, you could've asked me to go to my room. Closets aren't exactly private~" Kokichi teased, lightly punching Rantaro's arm. "Wha? Huh? No! I just heard noises and saw you so I was gonna check it out! Not anything like that!" Kokichi laughed. "I know! Just teasing. But, if you were trying to do that, I'd totally let you." Rantaro huffed. The two sat in a peaceful silence for a moment. But then, something flashed in his mind. Maki. He suddenly felt his throat tightening again. He coughed a bit. He couldn't breathe. Rantaro took notice of this and put an arm around Kokichi, comforting him.

That had knocked Kokichi out the trance he was in. He looked up at Rantaro, embarrassment writen on his face. "I'm sorry." He muttered. Rantaro frowned. "For what?" Kokichi leaned into Rantaro's chest and shifted. "For this." He then moved and turned, sitting himself in Rantaro's lap. He then leaned forward and placed a kiss on Rantaro's cheek. Kokichi pulled away and looked at Rantaro. Rantaro cracked a smile and started laughing. Kokichi tilted his head. "Wh-Why are you laughing?" Rantaro wheezed a bit before answering. "On the cheek? Really? That's all you have?" He cried, wiping a tear from his eye. "Wh-? Did you want me to do it on the mouth?" Kokichi turned red, his brow furrowing. "I mean... That would have been more meaningful, yeah?" Rantaro said, tilting his head. Kokichi gulped. "Then... c-can I...?" Fuck. Kokichi stuttered. StOp sHoWiNg wEaKnEsS. But then, Rantaro nodded. Kokichi looked a bit surprised, but the took a breath. He couldn't back out now. And, counting to three in his head, he leaned forward. His lips hovered above Rantaro's. But then, just as he was about to close the gap, the door flung open.

Kokichi turned immediately, and Rantaro looked as well. Kokichi's face was bright red and Rantaro looked lightly phased. It was Shuichi, Kiibo, Kaito, and Himiko. "Welp. We found them." Kaito muttered, glancing towards the side. Himiko covered her eyes. "We weren't looking! We weren't looking!" She cried. Shuichi sighed and placed hands on his hips. "What were you two doing?" Kokichi stood and smiled, placing arms behind his head. "Nothing!~" But then his face turned dark and scary. "Talk about this at all, and you're all dead when we get out of here." Kokichi's face then turned back into a smile as he skipped off. Rantaro stood as well. "What happened, Amami?" Kiibo asked, scratching his chin. Rantaro shrugged. "Dunno. It was dark." He said, a smirk on his face. He then walked off too.

Kokichi happily skipped to his room, flinging open the door and flopping on the bed. With a dreamy sigh, Kokichi stared up at the wall.

"I'm so gay for him."

{1026 words. This was gonna be longer, but it didn't save and literally all of it but a couple hundred words had dissapeared. I had over a lot of words. So yeah. Also I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. I got busy. Also, sorry Kokichi is so out of character hnng. Anyway, Later skaters.}