ShuichixKokichi‼️

Chapter Five

Shuichi's POV

Why...was it pink?
Pink?
Last night was rather restless for me. Every hour or so, I'd wake up broken out in a terribly cold sweat, my head aching. It felt like I was being repeatedly being pounded in the head with some blunt object. Horrifying, it was. That was the first real nightmare I had dreamt of in years.
So now, I was sitting upright on my bed, most of my covers kicked onto the floor with just a third of the blanket hanging on to the mattress, and I was not going to get anymore sleep. I pinched myself to make sure that I truly was awake and not in another loophole my head had formed. Nope, I really was conscious. But it was still there, in my head. Taunting at me, ripping at my own understanding of what is reality and what is just fake paranoia.
It was brutal.
Before my eyes I watched almost everyone I knew get brutally murdered and killed. It was sickly, all of the 'punishments', for entertainment. For fun, and —
I covered my mouth and ran straight to the dorm bathroom, coughing and puking into the toilet bowl. I had thought about it enough, I need to get it out of my head. But something still lingered.
I breathed heavily and lifted myself up. Grabbing hold of a small bit of toilet paper, I ripped it from the roll and wiped my mouth clean of any of that nasty residue, then flushed the toilet. Ew.
I inspected my fingers closely after leaving the bathroom and squinted my eyes, humming.
"There, I suppose.."
I pinched a small flap of skin that was right next to my finger nail on my left hand index finger. I struggled for a minute or so, pinching over and over until I had a good enough hold, then I pulled.
"Ah!-"
I hissed and examined where I had ripped away the hangnail. It was still red. Thank god. But, of every color, why would it ever be pink?
I shook my head clear of that toxic thought process and looked over to the nightstand by the bottom bunk where I had been sleeping. I grabbed my phone and turned the screen on. It was 6:43 AM. All of that, and it was only so early in the morning. Classes didn't start for another near two hours. I practically poured and groaned realizing I had all that time to kill.
"Ugh, really? That's just amazing."
I stood in the middle of my room for a moment with a finger to my chin. I pondered what to do, coming up with every scenario where I wasn't just sitting here. Oh! I know, I'm running low on food!
I checked for the nearest 24 hour store closest to the academy and luckily found one. I searched around for my car keys in my bag, digging through the sloppily folded clothing I had mostly shoved in while packing. Ever since I got here I just kept my keys there for precaution really. I grabbed them, laid them on my bed, then continued to find day clothes and change into them. A white short sleeved shirt with a navy blue jacket and ripped jeans, nothing special. I threw on the shoes that I had yet to return to Rantaro and made my way out of the school building.

Only an hour had passed. Currently, I was unloading my small car from the groceries I managed to afford. It wasn't too many; I despised second trips to retrieve anything from my car if I had to go too far. Silly, but I didn't mind.
The trip to my dorm room was a disaster all over. My bag holding yogurt cups and small snacks had just given up on my and all of it fell on the floor. My milk was a similar situation, thank god it hadn't busted. Another bag's handle broke, and my sashimi packages rolled a good bit away from me. The ingredients for soup wasn't much of a big deal to me, at that point I made it to my door and simply opened it, having left it unlocked before I left.
I made it through the door and set everything in the kitchen and just chilled out for a moment. God, I hated shopping. My phone started to ring out of nowhere and made me jump. I ended up hitting my bed on the top bunk's supporting wood.
"Ow! Oh, what now,"
I picked up without bothering to see who had called me. I was puzzled when I heard Rantaro Amami's voice, a couple other people arguing in the background.
"Uhm, hey, Saihara-Chan. I'm sorry to bother you at like seven in the morning but I've got a problem."
"Eh? Wh-what do you mean problem?"
"Well, you see, Kokichi claims that he was woken up by you making a lot of noise I guess and he's now wanting to talk, hang out, I don't know. I'm tired."
Rantaro laughed like it was no big deal. He really was shockingly calm and chill. Yelling erupted in the background of our phone call and I could make out distinguishing voices. He took my silence as a sign to continue.
"He roped me into going with him to find you because you weren't in your dorm, and now we bothered Kaito because Kokichi insisted that you were with him."
I already knew there was no getting out of this. It was ridiculous, inconvenient, and at the time terrible irony for me. I was hoping not to interact with the boy until I had things figured out, but even if I told Rantaro no, that little gremlin would come anyway. It turns out their dorm is right down the hall, so very close.
"Just, uhm...send him over. This is a really odd time though."
"Good luck. He probably has some trick up his sleeve. Don't let him get to you too bad thou- HEY, that's my PHONE!"
"Hiii Shumai, byee Shumai! Thanks thanks thanks!"
The call ended there. No explanation or anything. Kokichi really just was this way.
Maybe I'm still dreaming.

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A/N: Hiii! Weird chapter, right? For those reading, don't worry. This is filler mostly, so I can easily progress the story and plot development. I'm hoping to get further very soon, likely within the next three or four chapters. Thank you!
Don't mind that angst at the beginning btw. I'm a sucker for edgy stuff, so I sprinkled some in there :))