Death sentence 『Oumasai』

Shuichi's emotions~

"Hajime.... I think that I have a dilemma.." Shuichi said, he was sitting cross legged on his bed--he was on facetime with his best friend Hajime Hinata who was looking confused on his screen. "What happened?" Hajime asked, taking a sip of his orange juice. "I met this guy...and I don't know it's confusing." Shuichi explained, burring his face in his hands. Hajime was inrigued to say the least.. "Oh? Has Shuichi found himself a little crush?" Hajime teased, causing Shuichi to groan. "I actually dont know....and if I do that wouldn't be a good thing. " Shuichi sighed. "What, why?" Hajime asked, giving Shuichi a puzzled look. "Because he is the main suspect in this case..." Shuichi hated that fact, he didn't want to believe that Kokichi was a cold blooded murderer. 

"Woah..that is a big problem, do you think that he's the one who murdered the other boy?" Hinata questioned, while taking another sip of his orange juice. "I honestly don't think that he did it...but I need to make sure, even if I feel a personal connection to him I need to do my job." He explained, he hated that he had to say that--but it was true. Even if he had was attracted to Ouma he needed to push those feelings out of the way, no matter how much it hurt. "I understand." Hajime said. "Ah, well Nagito is calling me, I need to go sorry." He sighed before hanging up. 

Shuichi was left alone with his thoughts. He was left alone, so he looked at his celling fan that spun around in circles; it left him thinking. His mind was spinning just like that celling fan. He thought about that boy--the boy that he found more interesting than anyone he's ever met before, the boy that was a complete mystery to him. He groaned and burried his head into his pillow. The sheets were warm and comfortable, calming Shuichi down--just a little bit. He felt himself doze off into a comfortable sleep. 

~Time skip~ (I'm sorry I know people hate these)

The light seeped in from Shuichi's window, making him wake up from his slumber. The sun hit his amber eyes making them shine like stars. Shuichi groaned as he sat up from his bed--he had scheduled an interrogation with some of Rantaro's aquaintences; Maki, Kaito, Kirumi and Kaede. He had talked to a few of them prior but never asked them about Rantaro's death. If he was completely honest he didn't really want to talk to them, it's not like he didn't like them.. he just didn't really want to engage in a conversation. 

He got up from his bed, making his sheets fall on the floor, and hasitly began to get ready. His house wasn't necessarily the fanciest thing ever, but it was enough to get by. When he got done getting ready he left his room making his way down the hall, dragging his hands along the bronze walls. In the halls were pictures of him with his mom and dad, and throught those pictures you never saw him smiling---not even once. 

It was true he was his most miserable when he was with his parents. His dad wasn't as bad as his mom, he rememered at one point they actually got a long quite well, but that was a long time ago. When Shuichi was five his dad did everything a parent was supposed to do, he taught him how to read, write, draw---and Shuichi had a blast with his father when they learned these things together. He remembered at one point his dad gave him advice on how to talk to a girl, Shuichi was eight at that time. 

His dad loved him, his dad loved him until he found out that he was bisexual. He never thought that his dad was the type to be homophobic, Shuichi thought that he would accept him---but oh boy was he wrong. Not only did he try to force his beliefs on him, but sometimes he would get so fustrated at Shuichi that he would hit him. This was usually a rare occasion, but he can't dismiss that his dad did beat him. And a lot of the time when he did Shuichi would end up having to go to the hospital after. 

Shuichi tried to shudder the thought, he hated that he always had to think about them. He never wanted to think about them but it just happened. He always had to remind himself that he didn't care about them, he didn't care about them, he didn't care about them---but that wasn't the truth. He really did care about them. He wished that they were more accepting. 

So he came to accept that no matter what he did they would never love him like they used to. Although it hurt he had to come to terms with that fact. 

Soon enough Shuichi was in his kitchen; it was fairly windy that day. The low menacing howl of the wind seemed like it could shake his house. Moreover a deep feeling of meloncholy radiated from the clouds that appeared to relate to the sorrow that Shuichi was experiencing. The gloomy atmosphere didn't seem to be helping Shuichi one bit, it just made him feel even more down. 

That was until he felt his phone suddenly buzz. It was from The one and only, Kokichi Ouma. 'Mr. Detective..why haven't you texted me yet? :('  It read, Shuichi couldn't help but giggle, the feeling of dread quickly evaporating from his body. 'Sorry, I was going to text you earlier but in short, I felt like shit.' He responded, he tried to be as comedic as possible to match Kokichi's personality. He didn't want Kokichi to get bored while texting him. ' WhAaAaAat~ Shuichi can cuss! And I thought I was the corrupted one!' Another giggle escaped from shuichi's lips, he loved how playful Kokichi was. Even if it was the complete opposite of himself. 

Maybe that's why Shuichi was so fond of Kokichi. He had this effervescent feeling about him, it was almost as if he was full of life and happiness, like a bubbly drink. This balanced out Shuichi's serious and anxious demeanor.  Even so Shuichi was blind to the fact that Kokichi was hiding in many layers of deceit and lies, misleading others to think he was okay and stable.  

And that's how he planned on staying.   

This is so bad. I apologize.... I truly do suck at writing at times, for example this chapter.. I hate it so much... Anyway I am so sorry for this disappointment.. But as always, have a Pantabulous day :D 

~Author <3