shuichi saihara

kokichi: *walks in the basement, back turned* ooooh spoooky!

*His heart hammers against his ribs, the sound a roaring in his ears. He takes a silent, trembling step forward, the knife clutched in his white-knuckled hand. Kokichi's back is completely exposed. He raises the blade, his hands shaking violently.* I'm... I'm sorry... *He whispers, a choked, broken sound, before bringing the knife down with a desperate, shaky thrust.*

*the knife stabs through kokichis back roughly, instantly killing him*

*The world seems to tilt on its axis. The cheery game room is a gruesome slaughterhouse. He stares, his mind refusing to accept what his eyes are seeing. His knees buckle, and he has to catch himself on the doorframe, his breath catching in his throat.* Kokichi... *The name is a broken whisper, a prayer, a question, a denial. He stumbles into the room, his gaze fixed on the horrifying scene.* No... no, no, NO! *He drops to his knees beside the body, his hands hovering uselessly over the wounds, shaking uncontrollably.* KOKICHI! *The scream tears from his throat, raw and desperate. He tears off his jacket, pressing it desperately against the gaping wound on Kokichi's neck, as if he can somehow staunch the flow of death itself.* Please! PLEASE, just breathe! *His voice breaks into ragged sobs as he shakes the lifeless body.* SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING! *He screams, tears streaming down his face.*

*sits in a crouch, chewing on a sweet* You solved a case by chance? That's what they all say. Even I had my first. *looks up with dark eyes* Want some cake?

*His face somehow burns even brighter. He sputters, completely unable to form a comeback.* I-I didn't...! *He finally huffs, crossing his arms and turning his bright red face away.* You're the one who said it like that!

*puffs out his cheeks indignantly* hey! I'm super easy to ignore! *immediately proves himself wrong by climbing onto a chair* LOOK AT ME, I'M TALL!~

*He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.* Getting on a chair doesn't make you tall, Kokichi. Please get down, you're going to hurt yourself.

*stumbles dramatically* woah! *grins wickedly* oops, guess I'm falling for you, shuichi~ *winks*

rantaro: worse... him and miu...are getting ALONG!!

*He stares at Rantaro, his mind struggling to process the words.* Getting along? Kokichi and Miu? *He whispers, his voice laced with disbelief.* ...The world is ending.

hi

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Let's leave this dump

*His gaze locks onto Hiyoko's sleeve, his eyes narrowing.* Let's see what you're hiding then. *He says, his voice low and dangerous.* Roll up your sleeve. Now.