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☆ a pregame discovery. | 14.

tw: mentions of kidnapping.

kokichi looked about the room as he bantered fearfully with kirumi; knowing she was the culpret hurt his head, making his thoughts spin painfully. she fucking promised me, his thoughts rang, that she wouldn't go away! his nose crinkled before smiling, fakely.

he watched her execution; her running away from moknkuma, screamed that her country needed her. his eyes widened as she started climbing the thorn rope. was she- was she that desperate?! why? she could've lived! she could have survived! did she forget their promise?! 

eyes fluttering with tears - real tears - he laughed. "she forgot," he muttered. "of course she forgot, nobody likes me. who would keep a promise with me?" nobody was paying attention to the small boy while he muttered, soon watching kirum's very alive body fall from the over one hundred foot drop. it made a sickening crunch sound as her spine snapped and bones shattered, kokichi's eyes finally letting go of their last defense.

she fucking lied to me! i hate liars! i hate them! he giggled, falling to the ground with that fake, defensive smile. doesn't everyone hate liars? doesn't everyone? everyone hates liars. that's why i lie! i ca- a loud thump sound made everyone look back, where the purple haired boy laid limply. 

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the small sleeping frame of kokichi sat idly on the overgrown bed in the sunlight-lit nurses office, shuichi's eyes narrowed. why was he crying? and muttering? and then fucking giggling duing kirumi's execution? sick fuck. though, he did have to feel bad, he had a minor concussion  from slamming his head on the concrete, and he must've been close with kirumi for him to start crying and then pass out instead of joking or laughing. like he did with kaede's. god, did he hate him for that..

shuichi's head turned to the purple haired boy's frame as he awoke, eyes blinking in the bright sunlight, confused, afterwards throwing up in the trash can beside him. "holy fuck, where am i...?" his eyes fluttered as he spotted shuichi. wait, shuichi? shuichi?  wasn't he dead? did he fucking murder him? what the hell?

he screamed, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING DEAD!" in panic, maki peaking in the room as kokcihi stumbled, a migraine plaguing him with extreme unescapable pain, and sprinting. sprinting hard, away from shuichi. kokichi shoved maki away and stumbled, trying to away.

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"RANTARO! KAEDE? KAEDE! PLEASE, HE-"  his eyes fluttered with panic as he spotted a very confused shuichi following close behind him. choking tears fell from his eyes as he started to run faster, tripping, getting back up and getting further away. he then slammed his already aching head into a tall figure's body before cowering behind it.

"please, m- momota, ple- where is rantaro? c- call k- kaede, ple- please! anyone! i fucking killed him, how did he survive?! fuck!" his eyes were clearly panicked, confused- breathing heavily as he looked to the tall figure of shuichi. "why do you plague me even after your own goddamn death?!" 

"kokichi? what the hell do you mean?" kaito looked at the small boy as he cried, looking for pockets on the white uniform that had no pockets. "you killed shuichi? what? and- why are you hiding behind me, why are you doing this-"

"what the fuck do you mean momota?! you found me, screaming, fucking sobbing in shuichi's home over his dead fucking body! where the hell are my fucking keys?!"  he looked at shuichi as he slowly approached, choking, and hitting his shins as soon as he got near him. confusion and pain laced the blackette as he doubled over in pain. "i'm not gonna fucking fail this time, i promise you that!"