Being Dead Sucks (OumaSai/SaiOuma) -Being Edited-

5

Shuichi gave a side glance to the ticking clock hanging on the classroom wall, his head down on his desk in his arms, neck-deep in a puddle of boredom. He wished more than anything that the damn bell would just ring already.

His math teacher's voice was little more than background noise now, droning ever onward. So... bored. The bell rang at 3:00 on the button, and it was 2:57. Each second felt as if it were a year, moving forward at an excruciating pace, as if the hands of the clock were purposely going as slowly as possible just to torture him more.

"Now, as you all know, Kokichi Oma, our beloved classmate and dear friend, has unfortunately passed away." Shuichi was starkly dragged back down to earth from his personal cloud and he perked up, his attention returning to the teacher.

"His funeral is this Saturday at the local cemetery, at noon. As his classmates, you are all invited to attend, and I strongly encourage you to go." Shuichi's eyes passed over Kokichi's desk, which had a single flower in a vase placed on it. A shiver ran down his spine and he forced his gaze back over to the teacher.

The mood at school had rapidly changed with the death of their classmate. People were quieter, more somber, much less chaotic, and the overall vibe was generally more depressive. But even through this heavy and damp weight of sadness that fell on all of them, rumors had begun to spread, and people had begun to talk amongst themselves.

As Shuichi walked down the hallway, he picked up small snippets of conversation from the students, mostly separated in pair, triplets, and quadruplets, whispering amongst themselves.

"He was weird. Always telling lies and never took anything seriously and always did stupid shit. Don't wanna talk bad about the departed, but...."

"I heard that he got pushed by one of his friends and it wasn't an accident at all."

"I heard that the bus driver hit him on purpose. Maybe had some beef with him in the past. "

"That's ridiculous, what adult would have beef with a high school student?"

"Well, it wouldn't be unlike him to steal, for one...."

"I heard that he jumped in front of the bus and that it was a suicide."

Shuichi squashed down his irritation. Who is so desperate for gossip that they would spread rumors about a dead kid? Don't they know anything about respect?

He soon reached his destination, and with a heavy sigh, stepped into his class.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (same events as before, but from Kokichi's perspective)

"Hey, emo boy!" Kokichi yelled, putting my hands on the desk and leaning over the bored-looking guy who clearly wasn't paying any attention whatsoever. I sighed. Nothing. Not even a single glance towards me. He was staring directly through my torso with a drowsy gaze, as if I weren't there. And according to him, I guess I wasn't.

I had decided to come to school today to try and find Shuichi Saihara and eventually, I had. The only problem? He couldn't see me, just like everyone else, and I was starting to think that he hadn't in the first place and it was just my imagination.

Suddenly, he perked up, visually becoming more attentive. Wow, this guy is easy to read. Seems like we're pretty much opposites. But he's the only hope I have, so I'm stuck with him, I guess.

"Now, as you all know, our beloved classmate and dear friend Kokichi Oma has unfortunately passed away." I rolled my eyes, turning around towards the teacher.