A Dɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ Kɪɴᴅ Oғ Lᴏᴠᴇ

The Truth

He knows the truth in this. This is why he ran away. Junko wasn't really infected, she was just insane. And now, she's taken him back. Her son. And now, at the age of thirty seven, was planning world domination. Her sister had died, because she "no longer served a purpose". Now, his mother wanted him.

I need to get out of here. I refuse to become her plaything that she throws away when it's no longer useful.

The gag is removed. Kokichi opens his mouth to scream, but is slapped instead.

"Listen closely, son." The word is filled with bitterness. "If you scream for help, I'll slit your throat." Her eyes are going crazy, and the boy cowers back into the chair.

I'm going to die here... Kaito... Shuichi... I'm sorry I couldn't tell you the truth about how I felt.

The images of Kaito, smiling, hugging him, carrying him, encouraging him, flashes through his mind.

Then Shuichi...

Shuichi being shy, Shuichi yelling, Shuichi being gentle and calming, Shuichi being bashful.

If I die, I loose both of them from my life.

He holds back a sob. Maybe being useful to his mother is his only option.

***

"Junko Enoshima is Kokichi's biological mother. She originally named him Kurai Enoshima, but he lied and called himself Kokichi Ouma when he ran away. His entire identity has been fake, even from him. He purposely forget his biological mother and the first years of his life. He was forced to do many horrible things, killing included." Shuichi's uncle  explains to the kids and Kokichi's parents. A thought forms in all of their heads.

No wonder he had a mask.

***

A gun sits in Kokichi's hands. He stares the person in the eyes. They were overweight, in a white suit, with glasses and blonde hair. They reminded the boy of Togami, but it clearly wasn't him at the same time.

"Shoot him, dear, or I'll shoot you..." She holds a gun in her own palms with malicious delight.

I don't want to kill again.

He closes his eyes, aiming the gun. With shaking hands, he pulls the trigger. His eyes flick open, and he regrets it.

The bullet enters his head, and blood splatters all over. The boy shakes slightly. It reminded him of something else.

"What wonderful despair in your face! Now come, I want to increase it..." She grins like a madwoman.

Great. The iron again.

The boy obediently follows, his eyes glazed over and lacking emotions now. This was the first time she'd made him kill in a while, but not the first time ever. She'd made him kill when he was just a toddler. He had run away when he was twelve. Apart from that, he couldn't remember anything but two important names.

Kaito and Shuichi. Kaito and Shuichi. Kaito and Shuichi.

Chanting those names was all that kept him sane. Those names, though he didn't know what they were, became his lifeline.

***

"I'll take this case from here. You don't need to get involved with it. I know your emotional attachment will get in the way." Shuichi's uncle ushers him out of his office.

"But-"

"No buts. Go hang out with your friends. I'll let you know when we have a lead."

Kirigiri turns away, disappointed. Kaito is standing near him, and opens his arms. The detective walks straight into them, and begins to sob.

Word count: 567

I suddenly fell back into this story bc I have an idea for the plot. This will probably be updated alot for a few hours.