Rewrite the Stars

Chapter Four

Hajime woke up hungry.

He probably didn't sleep for more than 10 minutes, but when he woke up, he knew he wanted more. "Thirsty" was probably a better word. Nagito was next to him, looking half asleep. Hajime couldn't be sure, but he looked so peaceful. A part of him didn't want to wake him up, and a part of him wanted to merge with him in that second. Thinking of all of the possibilities Hajime could do in that moment made him feel warm. It took him a second, but he could feel his erection filling up, growing instantly.

Hajime walked quickly to the bathroom, and locked himself in a bathroom stall. He didn't get turned on often, but when he did, it was a lot. It felt like all he needed at that moment was the relief of a climax. He needed it as much as he needed air.

He pulled down his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers. He grabbed the lube that Monokuma had given them, and began stroking the fully erected member. It started slowly, but began moving quicker and quicker until he had a vicious and fast rhythm. He closed his eyes, and began to picture Nagito. Nagito when he was in the sun, when he was running by the cool ocean waves. Nagito when he was underneath Hajime, when his eyes rolled and shut with a climax of pleasure. Hajime couldn't help but to imagine Nagito with him.

"Fuck Nagito," Hajime moaned quietly, preparing for the climax. It was almost there, Hajime's hands were soaked in preejaculate and lube. Hajime moaned once more, feeling the pleasure screaming up and down his body. It was like a static, making him weak in his knees. He felt light headed yet filled with adrenaline. The climax was creeping closer and closer, almost escaping.

Nagito had realized that Hajime had left seconds after. His chains reached the bathroom, and decided if he didn't return in 5 minutes, he would go and check on him. 6 minutes later, Nagito scooted to the bathroom. His legs being chained together made it difficult, but he successfully got there. As he was preparing, the chains around his legs snapped open. Nagito's sudden wave of luck caught him off guard, but he didn't mind. It was helpful, for reasons he didn't quite comprehend yet.

But when he walked in, and heard Hajime moaning his name, he suddenly realized why his luck had happened. It was helping him, almost leading him on his journey. His face flushed over, feeling warm over. The only stall that was shut was the second one. He walked up to it, and debated on knocking or trying to push the door open. That's when his luck provided the second help, and the door had fallen off. He laughed, as he made eye contact with Hajime. Hajime's face was bright red, sweat beads dripping down his face.

"Nagito," He whimpered out before his climax hit. Nagito watched as cum escaped Hajimes penis, causing Nagitos to rise. He leaned over slowly, and put his mouth over the erection, feeling the cum enter his mouth. He swallowed the sticky, salt substance, before beginning to suck him off. There wasn't a gag reflex at all, and there was near to no reaction as Nagito shoved the entire penis in his mouth. Hajime moaned, and felt on top of the world.

Hajime moved Nagito's head up, making him look him in the eyes, "Bend over." He demanded, full of dominance, and wanting. Nagito obliged, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling all of his clothes off, Hajime leaned him on the toilet, and rubbed some lube onto him. He started with one finger, and let Nagito adjust, and then added the second. He started slowly pumping, letting everything adjust, before they were both ready. Hajime's dick was coated in a mixture of lube, spit and cum, and slid in with little difficulty. He could feel Nagito's walls tighten around him. Excitement filled both of them.

"Ready?"

"Ready." Nagito confirmed, before Hajimes thrusted.

Euphoria. A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness. It's like being on top of the world. Pure and complete bliss. In the moment of euphoria, you don't worry about outcomes, the fear of the future, or death. You are flying. You are a star, sprinkled on a dark night sky, creating constellations. You are free. That's how they felt. Pure freedom. The killing game, the deaths, the execution, traitors, monokuma, the mastermind. That didn't concern them. They were free, and that was all that they felt.

That didn't last. It never lasted.

"Twilight Syndrome Murder case?" Hajime asked, confused.

"Yep! This is your next motive,"MOnokuma laughed. "Have fun."

Confusion scattered, wondering how a videogame could be a motive. It's just a video game. But knowing monokuma, it was clever. He knew what would get under the classes skin, and always used that to his advantage. They were puppets on a string, and their only choice was to obey and play the game.

"Who's feeding Nagito?" Mahiru asked. "I don't want to."

"I can," Hajime jumped at the opportunity to go visit the fluffy haired boy.

Everyone around them seemed shocked, surprised at the sudden optimism. They wondered why Hajime would want to see him, but didn't ask questions. Hajime gathered a variety of different food he thought that Nagito may like.

"Hey," Nagito greeted. "You feeding me?" Hajime nodded, and sat next to him on the floor.

"Baby bird it?" He asked before wheezing out an airy laugh. IN response, Hajime flicked some mashed potatoes on his nose.

"You deserved it," Hajkime laughed. Suddenly, his dominance took over, leading him to lick the potatoes of his nose. Nagito turned his face up, and slammed their lips together. Together they made a perfect song. Nagito was the singer, and Hajime the piano. Nice apart, but hypnotizing together.

Hajime slid his tongue behind nagitos teeth, letting it run wild like a snake. Hajime swung himself closer, letting himself feel free for a few blissful moments. Hajime didn't care. He didn't worry about the next murderr, or the people watching or whoever 'Makoto' and 'Toko' were. He felt free. Nagito felt hopeful, flying high with emotions, convincing him that for a while, he would be okay. Maybe everything isn't a roller coaster of hope and despair, good luck and bad.

Maybe, for a moment, they were happy.

Hajime pulled away, much to Nagito's disappointment. He held a straw to Nagitos lips, letting him take a few drinks of the Grape Fanta. He then spooned the smooth mashed potatoes into Nagios math.

When he finished eating, Nagito smiled, a real Genuine smile. It didn't look forced full of religious hope. It looked like he was happy.

"There's a new motive," Hajime finally said.

"What is it?"
"Its a game, 'Twilight Syndrome Murder Case,' I don't know what its about."

Nagito laughed under his breath, "Nanami playing it yet?"

"Probably. I'm sure she will find out what it's actually about. I'll have to play it soon enough. If someone gets killed, I'll need to know the info.

That night, Fuyuhiko completed the real game, and learned the truth about his sisters murder.

A few hours later, Mahirus's body was discovered.

Hajime squatted down next to her limp body, and looked at the mask sitting next to her. It looked like an anime character.

"Sparkling JUstice uses a mask like that," Sonia said suddenly.

"What the what? What's Sparkling Justice?" Ibuki asked.

:A Serial Killer! Her case is actually rather similar to this murder." Sonia explained, picking up the mask. "Is it possible that she is behind this crime?"

"Maybe. No one here really screams "I'm a Serial Killer" Though."

Hajime sighed while standing back up. He didn't know what to believe. All he knew is that they needed to get to the bottom of the case.

"Ding Ding Ding! Peko Pekoyama killed Mahiru! It's punishment time!" Monokuma screeched after the votes were put in. Fuyuhikos fries made the event so much harder to watch. Hajime looked to Nagito for help, but Nagito seemed just as disturbed as everyone else. The execution began, leading everyone to sit in awe.