Blind Jealousy

Our Realationship

*This book is currently being edited and revised, so some chapters may have a different style as I go through and fix them. Anyway, enjoy!*

The gentle, rusty smell of blood still lingered in the air. My mind had been stained with the intoxicating scent, the constant fear of death teasing me from within my scattered thoughts.

Along with the aroma, hovered an unpleasant thought. The image of Kirumi begging for her life, the relentless pleading and fighting she had shown just hours ago. Her shrivel screams had filled the trial grounds almost as if they were never meant to be forgotten.

Four students, people I had never meet until this game's start... dead. Others slaughtering their peers left and right, awaiting a horrific death. Why won't it stop?

As my mind continued to wander, I strolled the empty, dull halls of the school. There was nothing else to do other than... think. My head was so full it felt as if my thoughts could just spill out onto the floor, the emotions I had let build up inside me threatening to break the dam.

Each moment I had spent in this hell hole just seemed to worse and worse, causing me to fall deeper into the mists of a deadly mindset. And throughout it all, I can't find myself ever escaping this feeling.

To accompany my perception of dread, someone else crept into my thoughts. Even when faced with the most horrific of circumstances, there was only one person that held a straight face through it all. Kokichi.

It was most definitely true the Kokichi was able to hold himself together incredibly well, yet, I couldn't help but wonder how. I was almost fascinated by the way he stayed resentful, but nonetheless, I was a little annoyed.

Despite his constant criticism and cruel jokes, I was beginning to gain this sense of comfort when he was around me. I couldn't even figure out why myself.

Am I just bothered by the fact that he can stay composed when I break down? Or is it because he's no where near similar to anyone I've ever met before? I have no idea why he's so... different.

While I continued to lose myself to my thoughts, I pushed my fingers through my messy, sapphire-tinted hair, causing it to lazily fall over my eyes. "Saihara-Chan~" I almost jumped out of my skin when a familiar voice purred my name.

I brushed my hair to the side to see the short, purple-haired boy confidently standing before me, his hands on either side of his hips. His amaranthine hair was twirled up into little curls, prominently sitting atop his head in a neat manner.

"Ah, Ouma-Kun." I quietly adjusted the cuff of my sleeve as the other moved closer, observing my face with a devious grin. "Why are you here? You disappeared after the trial," I slowly raised my eyes to meet his. Two violet orbs peered back at me, glimmering with some kind of desire.

"Got bored of being in my room, so I thought I'd join you!" Kokichi beamed as he inched forward yet again, forcing me to shift uncontrollably. "I know you won't bore me, right, Saihara?"

The boy took a piece of his hair between his fingers, twirling it into a more defined curl. He seemed so... unbothered by what we had just witnessed. So calm and laid-back, like Kirumi didn't just fall to her death from a spike-covered rope.

"I'm just planning on reading, that's why I'm heading to the library." I tried my best to distance myself from the boy, slightly stepping back and towards the direction of the library. "Mhm... maybe I was wrong, that does sound boring. Oh well, I'll still tag along!"

Great. Kokichi smiled and positioned his hands behind his hand and started to walk forward, stopping right before me. His pale complexion was brushed with a pink hue, the corners of his mouth lifting into a deeper smile.

"What? You don't want me to come along?" If  I wanted to be brutally honest, I would tell him of course I didn't. Yet, I was strangely curious. "No, it's fine." I sighed, deciding to offer my attention to the boy.

Kokichi happily clapped his hands together and giggled, clearly pleased that I was such a pushover. I couldn't exactly pinpoint the peculiar difference, but something was bothering me. Almost like a thought I had almost completely forgotten was still lingering in the depths of my mind, trying to emerge.

Even if deep down I know I truly dislike him, I want to understand him. I want to know how he's able to hold in all together when everyone else is ripping apart at the seams like a bunch of tethered dolls. I can't help but feel like he's not truly himself, but I can't explain why. I want to understand.

I turned back to the smaller boy and smiled softly, "Let's go, it'll be time to sleep soon." With that, we both started down the hall without another word.

And it all went downhill from there.

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Helloooo! This is the first Wattpad story I've ever written! A little bit of Context: This is taking place while they are in the killing game, and the game has been going on for about 3 weeks now. In this version, the only people that have died are Kaede Akamatsu, Gonta Gokuhara, Ryoma Hoshi, and Kirumi Tojo. The reason it's like this is because for the story Rantaro Amami needs to be alive, so I have it as Kaede killed Gonta. Thanks for reading this and I hope this clears anything up for further chapters!! Also, I promise it gets much better first chapters are always boring~ Have the best day gorgeous/handsome <3
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