Death sentence 『Oumasai』

Bruh Kokichi why?

The small supreme leader made his way on his couch. He streched his legs out and let out a small yawn, kind of like a cat. Ouma looked at his worn-down ceiling and began to reflect on himself asking himself questions such as: Was he proud of the person he was today? Did he make the right choices? And sadly both of those questions would have the same answer, no.

Ouma was not proud of the person that he had became and he knew damn well that the choices he made were not the right ones. Nothing would be able to help him redeem himself--and that was okay. Thanks to the people like Kiibo and Shuichi he was able to atleast try to develop himself further, but it was hard to do it in conditions like this. 

Being suspect for a crime that he didn't do really took a toll on him, especially since the crime was the murder of his best friend. 

He sharply inhaled before letting his hair flop over of his eyes. He was tired of the constant drama that surrounded him, it was all so loud. The noise was almost unbearable and it went to the point to where Kokichi wanted to cut his ears off, but of course there was no actual noise. 

It was like he was going crazy, hearing voices that weren't real, falling for the detective that was supposed to question him, lying to himself, it all added up. He was crazy--definetly. 

All he wanted was to be reborn so he would be able to start over. 

He sighed as he got up from his couch. There wasn't much to do, his house was pretty boring after all. He had books and video games but he got bored of them quickly since he had a pretty short attention spand. 

He took a moment to think of all the things that he could do, maybe he could try to go out. 

Was it a good idea? No, but it was the only thing that he could think of. So, he went to his kitchen and grabbed tools that might help him get the device off of his ankle. 

He sat down on the floor and continuosly tampered with the device on his ankle, this action alone could've gotten him in serious trouble. Once he finally got the device off he made a run for it. 

He quickly dashed off to the door, slipping his shoes on as he ran. He was one hundred percent sure that he was going to get caught in the end, but he didn't really care since people already thought of him as a trouble maker.  

The first thing he was going to do was break into somebody's house! 

Kidding. He just wanted to walk around for bit, and maybe go to a few stores. He wouldn't buy anything, just wanted to look, although if it came to it he might've got a few Panta's.  

He ran briskly along the sidewalk, enjoying the soft breeze that carresed his skin. He smiled, a real genuine smile. For once he wouldn't have to think about the murder or the consequences of anything; he felt truly free.

He took a seat on some grass that he found as he was running and looked at the sky. It was nice out--the sky was a bright blue color, the clouds took forms of many things and the sun was bright but it wasn't too hot. He would love to share this view with someone, maybe they could look at the clouds together while calling out what they see, or they could even play chess together! 

Of course the person his mind went to was Shuichi. His ideal day was spending time with him, alone, they wouldn't even have to talk. Just his presence would comfort him. 

As he was looking at the clouds he heard someone talking. He didn't mean to evesdrop but he couldn't help but be curious. 

"Kaito, do you understand that what you did would cause major suspicions towards us?" One of the voices said, it was a soft spoken voice, but nevertheless malicious. 

"S-Sorry Makiroll..."    

"No! Sorry isn't enough! Kaito... I don't think you understand what situation this puts us in, we could die for god sakes!" She said. 

Kokichi got up from the grass and dusted off of his pants. He made his way back to his house.

something told Kokichi that he wasn't supposed to hear that...

I 

AM 

SO 

SORRY

 MY 

WRITERS

BLOCK 

IS 

KILLING 

ME

-Author <3

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