A Sleeper's Destination

Chapter Eight: Investigations Hour

A/N: Sorry that the updates are so random. I promise that I'm going to finish the book. So please don't worry about that. On the bright side, I've at least figured out how certain people will die during the Killing Game Arc. There will be multiple arcs to this story, and I promise it will have a Happy Ending at the end. Thank you to everyone that has stayed reading this even though it sometimes takes me a while to update. Also I made some changes to the last chapter, which are subtle. Basically it's just the secrets on Shirogane's dresser were nowhere to be seen. And when Ouma got back to the room, Achikita was doing everything with one hand, because she had the other shoved in her pocket.

"We should also make sure to question anyone we see on the way there," Amami suggested. "That way we can figure out everyone's alibis." Amami pointed out. I hummed. An alibi? All the murderer would have to do is give Shirogane the pills before she shut herself off in her room. We were all in the Dining Hall, except for Achikita. However, that just might mean she's technically the only one with an alibi.

"Hey, Achikita-san, before we do that, what's your account on everything that happened yesterday? During the morning. And a little of the night before." I clarified. Achikita's eyes pierced into mine. Her arm was still in her hood. Then her eyes darted to the side, as if she was thinking about something. Or rather, she was remembering something.

"Well, even though I have the title of the Ultimate Sleeper, I have been having a harder time sleeping lately. I've been more stressed out than I normally am. So, I decided to use some of the sleeping pills in my lab. That was around the time Amami-san approached me and said he was also having trouble sleeping." Achikita mentioned. Which made since, Amami had been looking a little worse for wear. Though, he seems as if he got a better sleep tonight, since the bags under his eyes aren't as dark. "I didn't really care if he took one of the bottles, since that's what they are there for. So I told him he could take one of the bottles. I also took one. And ended up using two sleeping pills when I started having trouble sleeping again." Achikita summed up. I gave a fake groan, along with an eye role.

"That just sounds incredible boring! Did anything interesting actually happen?!" I asked, faking agitation. Maybe I could speed things along this way. So far her story seems to check out with everything else I've heard and seen thus far, but it isn't actually anything useful. "Y'know something that might actually be useful for once?" I teased, a growing smirk stretching across my features.

"If you don't want to know, then don't bother asking, Ouma-san. This is just wasting our time. Not to mention, haven't I and Achikita-san already gone over this enough?" Amami questioned, his agitation with me was very real. Achikita didn't seem bothered, though the edge of her lips twitched for a moment. She certainly seems to find a great deal of my actions amusing, but now isn't the time for that!

"I hadn't finished, Amami-san, Ouma-san." Achikita pointed out. "Anyways, so I ended up waking up late. I would say at about, 8:45 A.M., that was also around the time I headed towards the Dining Hall. I ran into Harukawa-san, Momota-san, and Shirogane-san on my way there. But we didn't exchange words, besides greetings. Afterwards, I was with you two for the rest of the day." Achikita finished. I didn't catch a single lie in her statement.

Truth Bullet >> Achikita's Account

"Harukawa-san and Momota-san would be able to confirm that for us. Right Achikita-san?" Amami inquired. Achikita nodded at him. Did Amami suspect that Achikita was the killer? I sighed. So far, it seems that Achikita might technically be the only one with a solid tight alibi. Ironically enough, since she wasn't there for breakfast.

"I guess that could be useful, maybe." I glanced at my nails. The instinct to bit on them, thanks to nerves, was annoying. "It probably won't be useful though. Anyways, we should get going. Right?" I chuckled while looking at Amami. "You were the one that said we were wasting time." A sense of satisfaction filled me when Amami rolled his eyes at my words. He certainly seems more easily riled up than normal though. Maybe the murder of one of our fellow peers has affected him more than he lets on?