✰Rocket Ship✰

The Mission

"Surprise!" He says, giving a nervous smile. Kokichi had no idea how well the other two would take it.

"Amami... Why did you lie to us about it?" Saihara asks. Ouma, not wanting to get his brother in trouble, butts in.

"That was me. I asked him to lie for me." He explains. "There's a long explaination, but you need to know something... As long as you're close to me, you're in danger. I won't be able to visit again."

The detective and astronaut exchange a look. Kokichi stands there, taking deep breathes. Then, an important question forms in his head.

"Saihara-chan, how do you escape from bonds?"

"Uh, well... You just twist your wrists until they loosen... Why do you ask?"

Ouma smiles, pulling out a uniform, complete with mask and scarf. "I have a mission to complete. I'll see you two afterwards~!"

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Now, the leader has a gun in his hands. He stares at the building, taking a deep breath. Amami and Momota had both volunteered to go instead of him, but he'd refused, deciding never again to make anyone kill for him.

He sighs, beginning to walk inside. People stare at him, his mask firmly on his face.

"Oi. Where is your leader?" He demands, lowering his voice. Not that it would matter. He knew he'd been stalked. That's why Shuichi was in the hospital.

He is lead into a room with a man without a mask. His hair is a white colour, his eyes red and deranged.

"Aha... Kokichi Ouma... Good of you to join me... I already know about your weapon, so don't bother trying to hide it." His voice is scratchy, and the leader can feel a shiver of fear run down his spine. This man wouldn't hesitate to kill.

"Then you know why I'm here." He pulls out a gun, pointing it at the other man, who just proceeds to laugh.

"You don't have it in you." He states. Ouma glares at him, his hand shaking slightly.

"Shut up! You're in my control, and I can do it!" He yells. But deep down, they both knew that was a lie.

The deranged man steps forward, while Kokichi backs up, eventually hitting a wall. Fear pulses through his veins. He knows he can't do it.

A knife scrapes across his writing arm, making him cry out in pain. He drops the gun, pulling the arm closer to him. His shirt is immediately stained red. The wound is deep.

I'm going to die here. This man is going to kill me.

Ouma stares as the man picks up the gun. His vision is going blurry. The probability of his death is increasing with each second passing. He can feel the blood pouring out. He feels so lightheaded, unable to think properly. There was only survival, which told him to nurse his injured arm. But even then, he knew he wouldn't survive without help.

There is a gunshot, and he collapses on the ground. Blackness swirls around his vision, but as he stares at the roof, his vision clears for a second, revealing a beautiful white rose splashed with red, until he goes into blackness again.

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