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Shuichi gripped the sleeves of Kaito’s jacket and he looked briefly at Harukawa, whose head dipped in the slightest of nods. Shuichi steeled himself and concentrated on Yonaga. He couldn’t bring himself to meet the eyes of Hoshi, Iruma, Gokuhara, or Shinguji. However, he could only really feel Shinguji’s analytical, dark gaze on him, coupled with Ouma’s narrowed eyes and perpetual cheshire grin. Iruma was more concentrated on Kiibo, and Hoshi seemed to be zeroing in on Yonaga.
Yonaga brought her arms to her sides in clasped prayer. “This is my student council. I brought these people together, as Atua singled them out as suitable and trustworthy devotees that will help save this academy.”
“That is correct,” Kiibo said, placing his hands on his hips. “The student council is dedicated to the eradication of the killing game, and a peaceful school life.”
“Nyeh… under the leadership of President Angie and Atua, we’re gonna all be safe.” Yumeno’s lips curled into the smallest of smiles. “Since Angie can communicate with Atua, she can make sure we’re all doing the right thing and being safe. Don’t worry, Atua will keep us safe, so don’t be a pain and just let the student council take control.”
“Yeah!” Chabashira declared. “This council is how we’re gonna end the killing game!”
“It’s all thanks to Yonaga and her handsome, red eyed god!” Shirogane chimed in.
“We will have new rules,” Yonaga stated. “The student council will enforce the 10 PM curfew, and no one not in the council will be able to be out at night. Also, we will assume full control over the motives. We will be the sole people in charge of the necronomicon, and the motive videos once they are found.”
“We?” Harukawa’s eyes narrowed. “You’re the only one holding the necronomicon.” Harukawa rolled her eyes, and glared daggers at Yonaga, who didn’t budge. “Whatever. I just want this council to stay out of my business.”
“As long as you aren’t acting against the council, you should have nothing to worry about,” Kiibo said matter-of-factly. “Atua will know your true intentions.”
“Atua sees everything, and he’s going to protect us from harm, as long as we follow his rules and obey President Yonaga!” Shirogane’s glasses flashed.
“Jesus, what the fuck is Yonaga feeding you dumb fucks?!” Iruma groaned. “You all sound the same!” Iruma’s eyes didn’t leave Kiibo. “C’mon… you’re a robot. Don’t you see logic and facts?”
Iruma actually sounds hurt that Kiibo believes so wholeheartedly in this. They’re closer than I thought.
“Wow, I never thought I’d agree with a braindead floozy like Iruma, but here we are!” Ouma said, his features laced in frustration. “This Atua stuff is a load of-”
“-Silence, degenerate!” Chabashira glared. “Don’t you dare question President Yonaga’s ideals! She’s in charge now!”
“Besides,” Kiibo added, “This is good. We are going to help the academy, and quite frankly, you haven’t been remotely helpful, Ouma. You have no right to disagree like this. Yonaga is wise, and she can communicate with Atua, who is our protector. I look to her for guidance for my inner voice, and you all should too.”
“I agree,” Shuichi mumbled, feeling obligated to join. “Banding together like this will help us… and maybe we should give Atua a chance. Atua-”
“-Atua can help!” Gokuhara snapped his fingers. “Gonta understands, Saihara, and Gonta wants to help too. Gonta feel like he isn’t doing enough to help friends combat Monokuma. Gonta wants peaceful school life with friends!”
Hoshi’s gaze darkened, and he turned to Gokuhara. “What are you saying?”
Yonaga stepped forward, smiling widely. “Oh, marvelous, Gokuhara! You saw Saihara’s devotion and were moved to join us. The student council could use your strength to help us stay safe.”
Shuichi froze. Huh?! Did I convince someone to join? Does my word really mean that much to them?
A heavy weight of guilt and responsibility sank right into Shuichi’s gut as Gokuhara gave him a meaningful smile. Yonaga stepped forward and embraced Gokuhara.
“Don’t you feel Atua?” Yonaga’s grip tightened. “You could help Atua protect the others. Think of Atua like your kind grandma, or a lovely forest animal relying on you for help.”
“Ah, yeah!” Gokuhara’s eyes widened as he hugged Yonaga. “Gonta understands. Nice grandmas and small animals needed Gonta’s help to cross streets or survive predators… and Atua needs Gonta’s help. Atua wants peace, right? Gonta wants peace too.” Gokuhara let go of Yonaga and smiled at her.
Hoshi stepped forward and grabbed the cuff of Gokuhara’s sleeve. “Don’t listen to her. I get you want to help everyone, but this isn’t the way to do it. This isn’t right… this isn’t real, Gokuhara.”
“Hoshi…” Gokuhara’s eyes flashed with hesitation. “Gonta needs to do all he can to help.”
Hoshi pulled his beanie down, obscuring the look in his eyes. “No, you don’t-”
“-That is quite enough,” Yonaga held out a hand. “I had no idea Hoshi was this against peace. Atua could be of much use to you as well, Hoshi.” Yonaga extended a hand. “Atua accepts anyone, even those whose hesitation and weakness blinds them to the truth.”
“Hesitation?” Hoshi’s eyes narrowed.
“Of course, I suppose this does make sense,” Shinguji muttered. “This school is a great breeding ground for a potential cult. I suppose Yonaga picked the members of the council with their own vices in mind.” Shinguji shot Shuichi a meaningful glance. “I suppose there must be a reason we were not considered for salvation.”
“Oh, Atua accepts all,” Yonaga decreed. “However, the council is only for believers. Hence, why you five are out.” Yonaga gestured to the five remaining students. “This council will act in your benefit, and any resistance will be seen as allegiance to Monokuma.”
“What?!” Iruma glared. Her hands balled into fists.
“That’s unfair,” Hoshi said, standing by Iruma’s side.
Ouma nodded. “Yeah, what gives you brainwashed zombies any more rights than the rest of us?”
Harukawa grit her teeth. “Whatever. I don’t care about this dumb council. You can wear your badges of honor and believe in Yonaga’s bullshit all you want. Just spare me the lectures and leave me alone.” Harukawa turned on her heel and promptly left the gym.
Chabashira glared. “You should really be more respectful, Harukawa! We’re trying to help you!”
Yumeno sighed. “Man, Harukawa isn’t gonna be easy to get along with… though I suppose we are here for the long haul now.”
Shuichi raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
Shirogane nodded. “Oh, yeah. Yonaga will fill you in at tonight’s meeting.”
Shuichi swallowed a lump in his throat. “Oh, okay.”
Gokuhara gave Shuichi a grin. “Don’t worry, Saihara, Gonta doesn’t know either. It is okay, though, because Saihara and Gonta here to help friends!”
Hoshi glared right at Shuichi. “You really don’t realize how influential you are, huh?”
Shinguji sighed. “This isn’t good. I hadn’t expected you to throw your influence behind such a cause, Saihara.” Shinguji crossed his arms. “However, I can see how you would be a prime target.” His eyes drifted to Kaito’s jacket, and Shuichi shrank back.
“Please, do not stress,” Kiibo said, though Shuichi could tell he was directing his words at Iruma. “I hope you can see this is all for the greater good soon.”
“Now, we will adjourn to discuss the future of this academy,” Yonaga said, clasping her hands together and smiling. “We will address you remaining few when we have made more decisions concerning our futures together at this academy.”
“Oh, shut it!” Ouma whined. “You sound like a real broken record!”
Chabashira got into a fighting stance. “I’m warning you! I’ll fight to protect the honor of our wonderful female president Yonaga! I’ll fight to protect any girl on or off the council!”
Shinguji adjusted his hat. “Hm. An admirable sentiment, though it is a shame you only feel dedication to half of our student body.”
Yonaga smiled at Chabashira. “Atua thanks you for keeping me safe from Ouma’s ugly sentiments, however, Atua believes that Angie’s voice is the radiant counterpart to his ugly sludge, and that there is no need to worry. We have much to discuss without him hanging around.” Yonaga gripped the necronomicon tightly and shot Ouma a smile laced with bitter poison. He returned one with a similar sentiment. “I suppose we will learn to walk hand in hand eventually. Bye-onara!”
Shuichi felt a chill shoot up his spine as he followed the council members out the door. He felt the eyes of the others on his back, and he wondered if Kaede would’ve joined the council too, or at least tried to reason with Angie instead of flat-out lying to her. He wondered if Kaito would work to rally the remaining students together, but they seemed way too different in personality to ever form a counter movement. Shuichi took a breath, and tried to clear those thoughts from his head.
I have to focus now, to make sure I can prevent another killing. I’ll make sure this council won’t become dangerous… although… some of Yonaga’s words are already starting to worry me.
***
Shuichi looked around at Yonaga’s lab. He supposed it was a suitable meeting place for the student council, considering Angie was their leader and all. Shuichi would just have to focus on not saying the wrong thing. Yonaga was perceptive, at the very least. Shinguji’s comment from earlier rang true to Shuichi, and it made him think back to his conversation with Harukawa and Ouma last night. Yonaga chose the people she did for a reason. She knew they’d be the most pliable.
Shuichi’s gaze flitted to Chabashira, who gave him a small look.
Something about her demeanor isn’t right. She’s busy looking at Yumeno, and assessing her surroundings, as if she were on her guard. Chabashira… she doesn’t seem like the others.
Shuichi looked at the others, as if to confirm his thoughts. Sure enough, Yumeno and Kiibo were flanking Yonaga’s sides, their eyes shining with faith and devotion. Shirogane and Gokuhara seemed to be drawn in by her aura as well, though it was the visions of Atua that seemed to comfort them more than anything, the belief that a higher power was trusting and looking out for them.
“Yonaga,” Shuichi managed at last, breaking the silence. “What exactly did you talk about yesterday? I wasn’t there.”
“Oh, right,” Yonaga still clutched the necronomicon in her hands. “We have decided that the best way to stop the killing is to simply stop playing the game!” She grinned. “Atua themself told me!”
“Stop playing?” Gokuhara looked confused, and Shuichi could hardly blame him.
“Yeah,” Shirogane added, giving Gokuhara a light nudge and smile. “It’s okay, I was confused too, Gokuhara, but don’t worry. With President Yonaga’s ideal vision, we’ll have all the time in the world to cosplay together! I’ll teach you all the basics! You can learn so much from Shinguji too, since you’ve been talking about that.”
“Oh!” Gokuhara brightened. “Yeah! When we all escape together, Gonta knows we’ll all be friends!”
Yonaga shook her head, still smiling. “No, no. That’s not quite it, Gokuhara. We’re not going to be escaping. We’re staying right here.”
“Huh?” Shuichi bit his lip. The word left his lips involuntarily. He quickly reset his expression to neutrality. “What do you mean? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“It’s simple,” Chabashira said, her features set in a rigid expression. “Monokuma wants us to fight and escape, so we’re not going to do that anymore. We’re going to accept our new school life forever, and live in peace under Yonaga’s leadership.”
“That’s right!” Yumeno beamed. “Nyeh, we’ll all be here forever, but it won’t be so bad under President Angie. We’ll all be together, and we won’t have to worry about anyone killing in the name of escape. All that murder and paranoia was such a pain.”
What? Their strategy is to just… give up?
“What about families and friends?” Gokuhara’s expression fell. “Gonta has forest family… and what about motive video… what if something bad happened to them?”
“That is where President Yonaga’s plan of acceptance and peace will take shape,” Kiibo explained. “I am sure she has an answer. Her inner voice is one of Atua, and she alone is worthy of guiding us.” Kiibo gave Gokuhara a confident smile. “My inner voice guides me towards hope for everyone, and right now, I believe it is guiding me to Yonaga! Allow yourself to be guided as well!”
Gokuhara adjusted his glasses. “Um… Gonta does want to help friends be safe…”
Shuichi pursed his lips. He didn’t like the sound of this. Kaede’s wish was for them all to escape together and be friends. She wouldn’t want them to give up and stagnate. Kaito had told him to face his fears head on, even if he was scared.
It may be the comforting option, to sink into the status quo, but I can’t! It’d go against everything I promised both of them! We have to escape, even if that means being uncertain.
The paranoia, the fear, they want it gone quick. This… this is a fake miracle. This isn’t the way to get everyone together.
“So, how do the motive videos and necronomicon factor into this?” Shuichi crossed his arms. “I mean, if we’re going to help everyone stay calm, why even take the motive?” Shuichi gestured to the necronomicon.
“Well, it is better for us to have it than Monokuma, yes?” Yonaga smiled sweetly. “Besides, Atua has a plan for us to proceed with their vision.”
“Their?” Shirogane’s glasses flashed, and her eyes were obscured. Shuichi felt a brief chill shoot up his spine. “I thought Atua was a red-eyed man.”
“Atua can take on many forms,” Yonaga said quickly. “Atua will take on whatever form Atua needs to keep us safe.”
“Oh, okay!” Shirogane smiled, her eyes visible again. “I’m sorry. I just got plain confused. I guess Atua is like Koh the Face Stealer… but like… the good version, of course!”
Yonaga touched Gokuhara’s arm gently. “Don’t worry. I know it must be hard, but Atua is counting on you to set aside your own desires and use your strength to aid us. It’s what’ll keep everyone safe.”
Gokuhara crossed his arms. “Gonta worried about the outside, but if Gonta has to put aside his own worries to protect friends, then Gonta will do it!” Gokuhara flared with determination. “Yonaga, tell Gonta what to do!”
“Well, nyeh, I guess you could help with the manhole, right, Angie?” Yumeno yawned. “Kiibo was too weak to move it last night.”
Kiibo blushed. “It’s true. I’m so ashamed… but I will get stronger in here. Maybe Iruma will upgrade me… assuming she isn’t too mad at me.”
“Don’t worry!” Shirogane gave him a thumbs-up. “You’ll be just like Genos in no time!”
Kiibo gave her a befuddled look. “Who?”
Shirogane blushed. “I suppose you wouldn’t know.”
Shuichi turned his attention back to Yonaga. “So, what’s y-our plan?”
“We’ll search for the motive videos in teams that’ll alternate nights,” Yonaga explained. “We’ll gather them here in my lab, and you all will present your videos to me, and then, I’ll destroy them. We saw what they can influence the others to do if seen. We cannot watch any of them, and we must destroy them at once.”
“The others?” Chabashira blurted out. “What about us? Can we see our videos? Why do we have to report them to you?”
“I’m sure Atua needs to see the stuff about the others before the videos are destroyed,” Yumeno said. She shook her head. “Tenko… Angie knows what she’s saying.”
“A-angie? Since when is she Angie to you?” Chabashira nursed a pout. “Himiko… don’t you want to see your video?”
“No,” Himiko shook her head. “The outside world is just a pain, and worrying about the others freaking out is a pain. I mean, Harukawa coming after us, or even Ouma or Shinguji… what a pain. At least Hoshi’s video won’t have anything on it.”
Is she… nervous? I can see her grip on her sleeve tighten when she talks about some of the others.
Yumeno twirled a lock of hair. “Let’s just have a nice school life together, okay?”
Chabashira nodded. “Yeah, okay. I guess that’s what matters. Sorry, Yonaga.”
Yonaga’s smile didn’t waver. “I’m glad Yumeno got you to see some sense. She grows ever closer to Atua, and I am delighted to see it!” Yonaga shot Yumeno a full smile, and Shuichi noted that it seemed very genuine. Yumeno smiled shyly back.
Chabashira was the only one who even questioned Yonaga’s motivations or plans. She’s got them ignoring critical thinking… and I’ll have to act like I am too. I can’t press her now.
Shuichi ducked behind his hair. “Okay, I do want to live in peace with everyone… but what about the necronomicon?” Shuichi felt his throat tighten. “Can we really… bring someone back?”
Yonaga opened the book, scanning the pages. “I believe we can. Atua will provide me with the necessary energy needed for me to create the vessels.” Yonaga showed the pages to the group. “I have to make effigies of the deceased, then I’ll choose someone to reanimate.” Yonaga gestured to Shuichi. “Do you have someone in particular you’d like to see? Of course, Atua already has their pick.”
“Wait, Atua already chose?” Yumeno asked. “Who?”
“Well, the answer is simple, really,” Yonaga replied. “Rantaro Amami is the clear choice!”
“What about Kaito?” Shuichi exclaimed. “I-I know that Kaede and Tojo both… they… but Kaito was a victim too. Can’t we consider him?”
“I think Amami would be the logical decision,” Kiibo countered, though he looked apologetic as he spoke. “He seemed to have a bit of mystery surrounding his talent, and if we found out what it was, it could be useful. Plus, he may have discovered something in the library in the first case… but never gotten the chance to say anything.”
“Yes, because of Akamatsu’s rash desire to escape,” Yonaga agreed. “Amami never even got a chance to really be here.”
Shuichi’s blood ran cold. He grit his teeth, biting back the remarks that threatened to fly off his tongue. Yonaga had no right to talk about Kaede like that. She hadn’t been trying to escape, like Tojo had. She’d been trying to save everyone, to bring them together by exposing the truth, not band them together with false comforts like Yonaga. Kaede deserved another chance… but so did Amami. Kaito, Tojo… none of them deserved to die.
It’s impossible, though. I know that the dead can’t come back to life… no matter how much I wish that weren’t true.
“Will the ritual work?” Shuichi gestured to the necronomicon. “I just… don’t really trust Monokuma.”
“That is a good point,” Shirogane sighed. “That bear is just plain awful. If only he were more like Principal Nezu. Then we’d be totally safe.”
“No one gets your references,” Yumeno sighed. “Trying to understand them drains my XP.”
“Oh, no!” Shirogane cried. “Hang on, Yumeno!”
Kiibo sighed. “Anyway… I think that Monokuma was very insistent that this motive is real. Even if it isn’t, we have the potential to bring back a classmate and squandering that would be illogical.”
Gokuhara nodded. “Gonta agrees. Gonta thinks that we should at least try.” Gokuhara’s face fell. “Amami was nice to Gonta… but Gonta couldn’t protect him that night. This time, Gonta will be friends with Amami and protect him!”
“So, we agree on Amami?” Shirogane asked.
Chabashira tugged on the sleeve of her uniform. “If it’s what Atua wants, then sure! I would also be open to resurrecting a girl!”
Yumeno nodded. “I agree.”
Kiibo tilted his head. “It is the most logical choice. I look forward to Amami’s return!”
Shuichi swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Amami wouldn’t be his first choice, let alone his second. “Yeah, I agree.”
I wish this were feasible. I wish someone could be brought back… but that can’t be real.
“Yes,” Yonaga clasped her hands together. “We have come to a decision! We will need to find the motive videos before we start the ritual, and we must make this school as safe as possible for Amami’s return. Once all the videos have been found and destroyed, I’ll bring Amami back!”
“What about us?” Shuichi asked. “Can we sit in and help?”
Yonaga shook her head. “No, I do not see the necronomicon talking of group rituals. However, I will allow you all to help me gather materials!” Yonaga nodded. “Atua has a plan. Angie will work on the wax figures during the day, while the council helps look for supplies and keep order in the school. Please, look out for flashback lights, motive videos, and keep an eye on our classmates!”
Yonaga placed a hand on her hip. “At night, we’ll be in teams. Girls on one, boys on the other. One team will search for videos while the other keeps an eye on the others and surveills the school. Tonight, the boys will walk the school looking out for those not obeying curfew, while us girls will search. Okay?”
Everyone nodded, and Yonaga grinned. “Perfect! Atua came up with a divine plan! Now, we will disperse for the day. I will get started on the wax figures, and Yumeno, can you take Gonta to cover the manhole? As for the rest of you, please feel free to enjoy our lives here before Monokuma hides the videos. Start thinking of our daily lives!”
Gokuhara nodded, standing up straight. “Gonta is on it. Come on, Yumeno!” Gokuhara scooped up the tiny, sluggish magician and bolted from the lab.
“Himiko!” Chabashira cried.
“I’m gonna go work on some cosplay for everyone,” Shirogane said, pushing up her glasses. “We’re all gonna look so good!”
“I’ll go talk to Iruma… I hope she isn’t mad,” Kiibo said, a faint blush spreading across his face.
Shirogane and Kiibo left, and Chabashira left soon after. Shuichi turned to leave as well as Yonaga studied the necronomicon.
“Oh, feel free to come by anytime to my lab, Saihara,” Yonaga said, standing to see him out. “The door is locked, but I’ll open up for any council members!” She smiled, before abruptly closing the door on him.
This plan… it’s ill-advised, and it places a lot of power into Yonaga’s hands. I need to think over everything I saw in that meeting, and what sticks out as a problem. What should I tell them?
Shuichi walked down the hallway, only to run straight into someone else.
Shuichi blinked, shaking off the initial bump. He supposed always being in his own head would result in this kind of incident. “Oh, um, Shinguji-”
Shinguji crossed his arms. He was holding a book in one hand. “Greetings, Saihara. I presume Yonaga’s meeting let out. I was not intruding, but our labs happen to be on the same floor.”
Shuichi nodded. “Yeah… so… what do you think?”
Shinguji’s brows furrowed. “Hm? About what?”
“The council,” Shuichi said. “If Yonaga invited you to join us, would you?”
“Ah, I’m afraid not,” Shinguji replied, and his eyes bore into Shuichi. “We aren’t alike enough for that. Yonaga took you on, despite your savviness. I cannot say I know your exact reasons for joining her group, but I must say you have a very analytical mind that goes against the cult mindset she fosters. That’s the thing about cults, though. The circumstances they form in tend to be ones where even the brightest can be susceptible. You happen to have that air about you, and I am afraid I do not.”
Shuichi steeled himself. Shinguji seemed to be hinting at something, and Shuichi didn’t want him finding out too much. Shinguji wasn’t someone Shuichi was inclined to trust… though his general demeanor may be to blame for that. He was just… odd.
There’s something else behind his gaze, however. His eyes seem to be shining with something… is it pity? Sentiment? He seems unusually earnest.
“What do you not have?” Shuichi asked, feigning ignorance. He wanted to pry more.
“Ah, it’s simple. You don’t have a definite purpose and will to fight, and Yonaga fills that void for you. I happen to have more resolve than you at the moment.” Shinguji placed a hand over his own heart. “The sight of those filling their hearts with the resolve and comfort brought to them by a false idol is the tale of so many cults… and I believe you know this, detective.” Shinguji crossed his arms around himself. “I wonder if you’ll ever regain your true will.”
Shuichi felt his arms slacken at his sides. “I have will. We’re all going to survive here…” Shuichi felt his breath hitch at his throat. “...I know that.”
“Surviving… what is that?” Shinguji shook his head. “Surviving and living are so different. You can exist on a simple mortal plane… but to ascend and live in the arms of your true calling…” Shinguji began to sweat. “It’s so beautiful! I sincerely hope you can find yours again, and you can grasp it in your arms.”
Shuichi hesitated as Shinguji’s bandaged hand touched his arm lightly. “If you need inspiration, please, feel free to come by my lab. There are many gorgeous artifacts that will stimulate your heart and desire to analyze the culture of origin. Detective work and anthropology aren’t too different.” Shinguji retracted his arm. “Well, unless you’re busy with your student council.”
Based on his tone, it’s almost as if he’s smiling underneath that mask. Still… it’s so hard to get a real read on Shinguji. All of his words are so flowery, and I wonder if there’s anything real behind them… no, I saw his eyes. There definitely is something real in his words.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Shuichi gestured to the tattered book in his hands. “You seem busy. Another lesson with Gokuhara?”
Shinguji shook his head, eyeing the book. “No, I am merely having some recreational time, though I suppose I should prepare something for Gokuhara. Thank you for reminding me.” Shinguji gave him a light nod. “Until next time, Saihara.”
Shuichi gave a light wave. “Yeah, see you later.”
Shuichi walked down the hallway. He supposed he did have some free time to kill, though he really had no idea what to do with it. Based on Yonaga’s words, he’d be in for a lot of free time in the future. He didn’t want that, though. Escape was still the goal.
***
Himiko sighed as Gokuhara raced across the school, holding onto her as if she were as light as a feather. She hadn’t even registered that he was scooping her up until she was suddenly three feet taller. Himiko supposed that was the way her brain worked. She never really registered what was happening in the moment, which she supposed would make her pretty useless.
Now, however, it was different. She’d help the school be safe, and she’d be safe too, with Atua watching over her. She’d been so scared of being useless, just like she always was. She was too tired, slow, and despondent to really be much use before. Himiko had been that way ever since her mentor left...and she didn’t really know how to snap out of it.
Tenko tried so hard to help her, and always seemed to believe she was on the verge of some great breakthrough. She had so much faith in Himiko to do the right thing on her own, and sometimes, it was a bit much. She’d gotten better at respecting when she was draining her XP… but she was still a lot. Sure, sometimes she got this little jump of emotion when she was around Tenko, like a small spark exploding, but Himiko was scared of how intense it could be, so she forced it down, with a small yawn or casual sigh.
That’s why it was easier letting Atua and Angie tell her how to feel, and keep her safe. Angie’s smiles were nice and calming, and she didn’t have to think about her feelings and fears with Atua. Atua would help it all go away, and everything would be okay. Plus, Atua and Angie saw her use. She was Angie’s second in command; she’d even trusted her to supervise Gokuhara’s progress.
“Nyeh, we’re here,” Himiko yawned, motioning for Gokuhara to put her down.
“Gonta apologizes for picking up Yumeno without asking,” Gokuhara flushed. “It’s ungentlemanly, but Gonta just want to do good for student council.”
Himiko shrugged. “Nyeh, I don’t care.”
“Yumeno!” Gokuhara picked up the manhole cover as if it were as light as a magic wand. “Stand back for Gonta!”
Gokuhara placed the manhole cover on and grinned. “Now, Gonta being useful and protecting friends!” Gokuhara smiled at her. “Gonta will protect you and everyone else, Yumeno. Gonta may not be too smart, but Gonta is strong!”
Nyeh… I wish I were strong like Gokuhara. Or Tenko. No, it’s okay. Atua sees how strong I can be. He sees that I want to help… but can I?
“Yumeno?” Gokuhara’s brow furrowed. “Is Yumeno okay?”
“Sure,” Yumeno yawned. “I’m just sleepy. My mana was drained from this expedition.”
“Oh, okay,” Gokuhara's eyes flitted around, and he looked up. Himiko yawned. Gokuhara had a lot of odd mannerisms, though he had lived in the forest for a while. “Does Yumeno need food? Gonta knows how to make tea, the gentleman’s drink.”
“Nyeh, sure.” Himiko barely felt the smile curling across her face. “Thanks.”
“Of course!” Gokuhara smiled. “Hey, can Gonta invite other friends too? We can have tea party! Like gentleman and ladies. Oh… Gonta meant to say, ``We can have a tea party.”
Himiko rubbed her eyes. A party seemed like a lot of work, and she remembered the last event she was a part of. Tojo used it to commit a murder… but saying no would be admitting that she didn’t have faith in Atua to keep her safe, and she did. Plus… she could always pull a rabbit or two out of her hat. Literally. She hadn’t gotten a chance to show her true powers yet.
I know it can’t make up for what happened last time… poor Saihara… and Momota… but I can at least show off my basic skill as a mage. Seeing people smile in our new school life would be a nice start.
Himiko nodded. “Sure… okay. I’ll go invite Tenko.”
Gokuhara adjusted his glasses. “Yumeno and Chabashira are really close, huh? Gonta always sees them hanging out together.”
As if she were summoned by a magic spell, Tenko appeared, huffing and puffing in the doorway. “Hey, degenerate male! Why don’t you slow down for once? You just took Himiko totally by surprise, and I bet you startled her!”
“Nyeh, it wasn’t a big deal,” Himiko said suddenly. “You don’t have to worry. Are you alright?”
Tenko’s mana looks pretty drained too.
Tenko propped herself up on the wall. “Eh, I’m a bit tired from running.”
“I’ll save you, then, with my magic,” Himiko drawled, spreading her hands. “Come to the gathering with Gokuhara and I, and we’ll have tea, and I may grace you mortals with some of my magic… if you want.”
“Himiko, that’s amazing!” Tenko’s eyes shone, and she seemed revitalized. “I can’t wait to see your magic! I’ll help you prepare if you need to! I’ll silence anyone who questions your magic!” Tenko squeezed Himiko tight. “I’m so happy you’re doing this!”
Himiko felt that small spark in her stomach, and it began to ripple throughout her body. She felt like a fire spell was being cast on her as Tenko’s grin stretched wider. “Nyeh,” Himiko yawned. “Put me down. Please.”
“Sorry!” Chabashira set her down. “Well, let’s go, I’m in! I’ll support you all the way!”
“Gonta is in as well,” Gokuhara piped up, albeit a bit shyly, having not wanted to interrupt the moment. His smile was as wide as Tenko’s. “Let’s have fun!”
Himiko sighed.
Nyeh… they both have so much energy. How’s that even possible?
Himiko did feel a faint smile press at her cheeks. “Yeah. Let’s have fun. With Atua watching over us, we’ll have as much fun as we want.”
“Yeah!” Gokuhara and Tenko chorused together, though Himiko noticed Tenko’s shoulders sag just a little bit.
Himiko sighed, and dropped her gaze to the floor.
Something about Tenko and the student council seems weird… but it has to be okay. Atua will take care of it, and I have faith. I have faith in Tenko to do the right thing and be with us. I know she’d always protect me, at least. Hopefully, this council will protect her too.
***
Nighttime fell again, and Shuichi couldn’t help the customary feeling of dread that accompanied the setting sun. He couldn’t help the paranoia that came with each night. Technically, he was supposed to be safe, patrolling the school with his fellow student council members.
However, Shuichi knew that the illusion of safety was a lie. After all, he was a fraud, yet they still allowed him to join. Chabashira clearly was hesitant. The group’s unity was an illusion, and their goals weren’t one. Shuichi certainly wasn’t sticking to Yonaga’s goal. Instead of patrolling, he was standing in front of Harukawa’s lab, a haven of weaponry and secrets.
“Hey, Saihara! Long time no see!” Ouma popped up behind him.
Shuichi pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh! I’m supposed to reprimand you if I see you. Be quiet!”
Ouma raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“I’ll explain more later.”
Harukawa opened up the door to her lab, as if she were waiting for her cue, and ushered them inside. Shuichi found his knife from last night’s session pressed into his hands by Harukawa, and Ouma was ushered to a place Harukawa had made for him. There was a small space by the northern corner of the wall, devoid of any weapons. Shuichi would’ve labeled the action considerate if it didn’t reek of obvious distrust from Harukawa.
Shuichi gripped the knife as if shaking a hand. “We need to keep this brief. I think it’ll look suspicious if no one from the student council runs into me after a while.”
“So, what exactly is going on?” Harukawa asked.
“Well, we already know that Harukawa and I aren’t allowed to be out at night,” Ouma said. “I mean, I had to do some super spy stuff to avoid Kiibo. I’m glad he’s such a sucky robot, or else he could’ve caught me with some sensors or something.”
Shuichi nodded. “We’re split into groups. The boys are on patrol, which basically means we have to make sure anyone not from the student council isn’t out at night. The girls are looking to see if Monokuma placed any motive videos.”
“Oh, wow, so you already aren’t doing your job,” Ouma joked. “Still, I bet it’s great to be here with your real friends, instead of those brainless zombies. I’m the only leader with a competent organization around here.”
Harukawa glared at him. “Be quiet. I’m sure Saihara would rather be anywhere but here.” Harukawa looked at his striking hand. “You’re getting a bit faster. That’s good. Keep going, and focus on steadying your hands.”
“Aren’t you going to teach him more stuff?” Ouma asked, grinning. “Just watching this one technique is getting boring.”
Harukawa shook her head. “He needs to get better at the basics, and besides, I’m not training him to attack anyone. This is purely for defense. He shouldn’t need to know much.” Harukawa’s voice lowered. “I’m not teaching him how to kill. If he hurts someone, that’s not my doing.”
Shuichi shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I still get jittery thinking about it.” Shuichi noted the slight shakiness of his hands, and took a breath. “Besides, Yonaga’s plans are getting me a bit on edge.”
“Oh?” Ouma’s head tilted to the side, and his grin stretched wider. “Do tell, Saihara.”
“You first.” Shuichi locked eyes with Ouma. “I need to know about what was on everyone’s motive video first.”
I already gave Ouma and Harukawa some information about the student council and their nighttime routine. I can’t reveal too much until I’ve gotten something from Ouma as well.
“What’s this? An interrogation?” Ouma placed a hand over his heart. “I’m hurt… but I guess you’re sticking to your guns, detective. Plus, you do have a knife pointed at me.”
“Oh.” Shuichi lowered his knife bashfully. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
Ouma waved a hand in front of his face. “Nah, I get it. It’s not like you’d actually stab be. You don’t have the killer instinct yet.”
“Yet?” Harukawa shook her head. “He doesn’t have it, period.” Her face softened, slightly. “That’s why I feel at ease with letting him learn defense. I really don’t think you’ll abuse this, Saihara.” Her face hardened again. “Unlike someone else.”
“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that,” Ouma pouted. “Being lumped in with the murderous types hurts my feelings! Anyway, the motive videos were all so boring, really. There wasn’t anything that really stuck out to me aside from Harukawa’s, Tojo’s and Hoshi’s. It was all, kinda, like, the same stuff. Nothing that pointed to an obvious mastermind, y’know?”
“I’d bet the mastermind made a fake video for themselves,” Harukawa said.
Ouma nodded. “Yeah… it would probably be something super ordinary too, like so many of them. It would be less likely to be one of those three.” Ouma’s brows furrowed as if he were conflicted about something.
“Is something wrong?” Shuichi asked hesitantly.
If I had to guess… I’d bet Ouma has theorized a lot about the mastermind. He seems to have an inherent distrust of Harukawa, and even Hoshi, to a lesser degree. Did this make him second guess that?
Ouma stepped forward and rocked on his heels. “I mean, nothing else sticks out. Chabashira had some master who taught her aikido, Yumeno had a long-lost magician mentor, Shinguji had a sick sister, Gokuhara had his wolf family, Iruma had a bunch of dumb inventions that she needed to work on, Yonaga had her devotees, Kiibo had his professor, Shirogane had a cosplay group, Momota had grandparents, and Saihara-”
Ouma paused. He looked at Shuichi hesitantly. “Do you want to know?”
Shuichi felt his grip on the knife tighten on reflex. “I…”
If I found out Monokuma had my loved ones hostage… would that make me worry more? What if it’s something to do with that case I solved so long ago? If I hear about it… will I stray from my goal?
Shuichi steeled himself. “I want to know. I can handle it. I mean, you both already know yours, right?”
Harukawa shook her head. “I never watched mine. I just know that Ouma saw it, and it showed my real talent. I don’t need to, though. There’s no one left in my life truly important to me.” Harukawa brushed aside her hair. “Don’t look at me like that, Saihara.”
“Sorry,” Shuichi looked at his shoes. “That just seems so lonely.”
“Having loved ones is hard when you’re an assassin,” Harukawa shrugged.
“Dead bodies don’t have feelings after all,” Ouma said with a smirk, though Shuichi saw his posture briefly tense.
He saw her video… so does she have someone? Does he know?
“Saihara, you really want to know?” Ouma asked again. Shuichi nodded, and Ouma cleared his throat. “It was your uncle, who runs a detective agency or something. He’s apparently your mentor or something, right?”
Shuichi nodded. “Yeah… he’s really important to me. He helped me find a passion for detective work.” Shuichi exhaled, making sure his voice stayed level. “Was something wrong with him?”
“No,” Ouma said. Shuichi hoped he wasn’t lying, for once. “Monokuma basically did the same thing as everyone else. He threatened something would be wrong if you didn’t kill and escape to him, which is the same garbage he told everyone else.”
“What about your video?” Harukawa crossed her arms. “Surely, you’ve seen your own motive, correct? You act so untouchable, but it’s doubtless Monokuma has something on you as well.”
Ouma mimed a zipper across his lips. “Oh, Harumaki, you ask so much of me! I can’t lay my soul bare for a video I have or haven’t seen. Besides, supreme leaders are like assassins. Loved ones only would wear us down, right?”
Shuichi could see the underlying tension as the two locked eyes with each other. There seemed to be a silent standoff yet again. Shuichi knew it was useless to try and get either of them to budge. It was clear they suspected the other of something, yet neither wanted to call the other’s bluff.
I think they can’t stomach the similarities they see in each other… and how that translates to their understanding of their motives.
Shuichi cleared his throat. “There’s something else you both need to know about the student council. They’re destroying the videos this time. Once a video is found, it’s taken to the art lab, where Yonaga destroys it. If you want to find the videos, you’ll have to search fast.”
“I see what she’s doing,” Harukawa said. “If any of us five not in the council break off to search during the day, we’ll be suspicious. If we search at night, we violate curfew. She’s made it so that the student council will have much more access to the videos.”
“Yeah, plus it’s weird that the videos have to be taken to the art lab before being destroyed,” Ouma added. “I think Yonaga may want to sneak a peek, y’know, to know more about the rest of us. If she wants to brainwash people with actual brains, she needs to know more about us.”
“She seems suspicious,” Harukawa muttered. “That sounds like something a mastermind would do, gathering information from others, and amassing a following.” Harukawa’s gaze bore into Ouma. “Don’t you agree?”
Ouma crossed his arms. “Yeah, but she’s being so obvious about it! I’m honestly a bit disappointed so far. Where’s the nuance?”
“I doubt anyone else in that dumb group is capable of that sort of thinking, though.” Harukawa’s expression soured. “They’re all so gullible.”
Shuichi shook his head. “I-I don’t know about that at all.”
When I think back to the meeting… some behavior sticks out to me.
Shuichi set down the knife and crossed his arms, now engrossed in thought. “Kiibo and Yumeno are wholly devoted for sure, there’s no question. Gokuhara needed to be brought in a bit, but I think that’s because he’s new. Shirogane asked one weird question, but she was pretty into Yonaga’s rhetoric otherwise. The odd one out is Chabashira for sure.”
“Oh, so she really isn’t brainwashed?” Ouma crossed his arms. “She’s so stupid and loud, though! What makes her different, then?”
“I don't know her motives for joining,” Shuichi said. “However, I can guess it has something to do with Yumeno. Her eyes are always on Yumeno at every meeting, and when she countered Yonaga, Yumeno’s words were what roped her back in again.”
“She’s looking out for a crush, isn’t it obvious?” Harukawa sighed. “She isn’t some mastermind. She’s just some smitten girl who doesn’t want Yumeno to be brainwashed. She thinks with her heart, hence her dumb idea to go along with this whole thing.” Harukawa’s tone was laced with a small amount of disdain. “I don’t understand how she can be so crazy for someone who doesn’t really like her all that much, and on top of that, they hardly know each other.”
Shuichi shook his head, and felt a small twang of sorrow in his heart. “No, I understand. Sometimes, you just meet someone… and you click. You feel this innate trust, and-well-I think that Yumeno likes Chabashira, but doesn’t really show it.”
“Shumai, you’re such a sap,” Ouma tutted. “I hope this isn’t all you have for us.”
“What was Shirogane’s question?” Harukawa picked up the knife, as if to remind him to keep training. “You mentioned that as well.”
“Shirogane corrected Yonaga when she started to refer to Atua with different pronouns, you know, like when she caters to each individual person to get them to agree with her. Shirogane was lucid enough to call her out on it, but it only lasted for a second. I don’t think it was much.”
Shuichi slashed in the air. He didn’t want to cast suspicion on Shirogane over something this little. It was a bit too reminiscent of the first class trial for comfort, with the incident of her going to the bathroom, and it sure hadn’t been her that time.
“It stuck out, though,” Ouma countered. “I mean, everyone is so in love with Yonaga, that questioning her at all is odd.”
“Gokuhara questioned her too,” Shuichi shot back. “I just think it was a slip on Yonaga’s part… but I guess I noticed regardless. It’s part of my talent.”
Ouma grinned and shrugged. He swatted at the air, and Shuichi remembered his talk about bugs, and his posture stiffened.
“Anything else?” Harukawa asked, switching the subject.
“You remember the necronomicon?” Shuichi asked. “Well, it’s going to help bring someone back from the dead… and everyone decided on Amami. Yonaga’s in charge of most of the prep for the ritual.”
“That sounds like bullshit,” Harukawa said, rolling her eyes.
“I bet Shumai here really, really wanted his beloved Momota or Akamatsu to come back,” Ouma gave him a smile laced with malice. “Ni-shishi! It must’ve torn you up to know they’re not coming back. I’m happy with Amami coming back, I liked him! I totally can’t wait!”
“You hardly knew him,” Harukawa shot back. “None of us did. Besides, this seems like a load of shit. Once someone dies, they’re dead.”
“I don’t know,” Shuichi admitted. “I use logic a lot, like keeping my head when Yonaga talks to me and this was suspicious to me too… but a motive from Monokuma holds weight. This has to be significant at least.”
Harukawa shook her head. “I wouldn’t get hung up on this. Regardless, when is Yonaga attempting this?”
“She won’t try until the videos are all found and destroyed.”
“Aw, man, I wanted Amami back right now!” Ouma pouted, then he grinned. His emotions changed in a flash. “I guess we just have to help Yonaga along, then, and make sure you keep track of which videos are found. I think you should try and watch them too… well, at least make sure Yonaga isn’t watching them alone. Let’s search!”
“Huh?” Shuichi pressed a hand to his temple. “Now? What if you get caught?”
“Well, you’d be in the process of apprehending us,” Ouma said. “C’mon, please! Besides, if you don’t agree, I’ll just look on my own, and-”
“-No.” Harukawa glared at him. “I’ll watch you. You won’t get to do anything with your information. Besides… I need to find my video before anyone else can see it. People will panic otherwise.” Harukawa’s features stiffened.
I forgot how much this motive could do to hurt Harukawa’s already shaky reputation. Who knows how Yonaga would handle the information… since I do think that her planning to gather the videos must mean she plans on possibly playing them herself.
Ouma snapped his fingers. “Alright, there’s one! C’mon, Saihara!”
Shuichi set down the knife, stretching out his curled fingers. “I… I can’t get caught helping you both look. I’ll stay here and make sure no one goes in Harukawa’s lab. I’ll say you won’t let me in, and I’m making sure you don’t search.”
“Fine,” Harukawa took Ouma’s arm and Ouma tensed. “Let’s go. We’ll search quickly, and only for a brief period.”
Shuichi nodded, and the three headed out. Shuichi couldn’t help but think about his own video. Ouma mentioned his uncle… and Shuichi wondered if his extended video would show what’d happened to him.
What if Monokuma had gotten to him already? Is he hurt now? Did I let him down by failing to escape soon enough?
Shuichi furrowed his brows as he paced by the doorway, gripping his jacket closer. He tried imagining what’d happened to his uncle… but Shuichi couldn’t even clearly picture his face, or concentrate on his voice.
Have I really been here for that long? No… why can’t I picture him clearly? I have to focus on the here and now anyway. I can’t get distracted by my memories, not when everyone is counting on me.
***
Maki took a deep breath, taking in the cool air of the night. She scanned the courtyard, searching for a monopad. The grass rustled as Ouma searched alongside her. If she weren’t so preoccupied with finding her damn video, she might have stopped to admire the stars in the sky. She hadn’t lived a life where she was exposed to a lot of beautiful things. The starry sky was one of the rare constants in her life, from her orphanage to the organization that recruited her to be an assassin, there had always been a sky full of stars, indifferent to her suffering, yet beautiful nonetheless.
I need to focus. The stars don’t matter right now. I have to find my video… and keep an eye on him. I don’t trust him with anyone’s video.
“There’s no one important left in my life. Having loved ones is hard when you’re an assassin,” Ouma said, his voice barely rising above a whisper. “I think we both know that first statement was a lie.”
Maki felt her fingers curl into fists. Ouma was a self-righteous brat, who passed judgment on her, invaded her privacy, and threatened her with blackmail, and for what? He’d roped her into his plans with Saihara, for some unknown reason. He clearly didn’t like her, and the feeling was mutual.
He proposed I teach Saihara self defense, and we’d meet in my lab… why? What does that liar want with me? He’s suspicious for sure… so I can’t let him out of my sight. I won’t let him kill. I’ll eliminate him myself if I have to.
“What are you saying?” Maki muttered. “I can guess what you saw.”
“Yeah, your old orphanage,” Ouma twirled a lock of hair. “You know, I was an orphan too, all alone, until I snuck aboard an embassy ship, hijacked it, and brainwashed the crew into bending at my command, setting me down the path to become the ultimate supreme leader!”
Maki rolled her eyes. “You’re a liar.”
“Ni-shishi. You really shouldn’t dismiss my story so easily. Supreme leaders have to come from somewhere.” Ouma craned his neck, looking out for the student council. Based on what Saihara told them, Gokuhara and Kiibo were the people to watch out for tonight.
Ouma had so much behavior that pointed to him being the mastermind: blackmail, lying, taunting, his insensitivity and downright glee when discussing murder… but there were times when he reminded her of a small, mischevious child that was acting out for attention. She supposed it was a side effect of being a caretaker in the orphanage for too long, a small instinct that even all her training couldn’t stamp out.
I suppose the reason I became an assassin was to protect someone close to me, another child. Not like it did any good in the end. Regardless, I can’t think of him like that. That’d be playing into his hands.
“Hey, do you think Saihara could actually do it?” Ouma hangs upside down from a table in the courtyard, swinging his feet idly. “I mean… if he got attacked, would he defend himself, or would he just let it happen?”
Maki exhaled, and her shoulders sagged. “I don’t know yet. I don’t know why you’re so set on this-”
“-You can’t lie to me. Just say no.”
“He’s still hesitant about a lot of things. It carries into his ability to defend himself. He needs to realize how much everyone needs him alive.”
“I think he does,” Ouma said, and his usually mischievous expression seemed unusually serious. “I mean, him declaring allegiance to Yonaga led to Gokuhara stepping up too. He sees that he has influence, and he knows everyone relies on his fancy detective work. It’s just smart to want him alive, even if he makes the game boring. I’d rather not chance one of these idiots pulling the wool over yours truly.”
“Boring?” Maki heard her voice take on a sharp edge. “Since when is any of this fun?”
Ouma smiled. “I do like a good guessing game, and our mysterious mastermind is still out there. I think Saihara needs some confidence before he finds ‘em, though.”
Maki raised an eyebrow. “You say that like you’ve already determined that he isn’t a suspect.”
Ouma laughed. “Aw, yeah. I mean, why would I want to form a group with someone I didn’t trust?”
That’s got to be a lie. It’s obvious he doesn’t like or trust me.
Maki bit back a remark. “So, does that apply to me as well?”
Ouma nodded. “Of course! I mean, you may be a heartless assassin who could gut anyone, but you’ve got an orphanage to tend to, and kids to provide for.” He grinned. “I guess even some lies have a spark of truth in them.”
That must’ve been on my video. I have to escape soon, but I have to wait for an opening to defeat Monokuma. Hopefully Saihara can find the truth, so I can escape without resorting to drastic measures… but I will do what I have to do. Saihara is still hesitant and bogged down by sentiment towards those he hardly knew. I can’t rely on him fully.
Maki scowled. “Do you want to die?”
Ouma shook his head. “Nah, I have to get back to evildoing, and being dead puts a real damper on that.”
“I bet your motive video must have something like that,” Maki shot back. “I know you have to have someone out there who’s important to you.” Maki continued to scan the area around the courtyard. “You basically confirmed the orphanage was mine. For all we know… your special someone could be a place. Maybe your dumb evil lair or something.”
“Nah, I’m like your fellow killer Hoshi. I’ve got nothing, I’m just not hopelessly depressed about it.” Ouma’s eyes briefly flitted towards the stars. “None of my subordinates would really want to be my hostage anyway. I’m not a great boss, unlike you.”
“I thought supreme leaders would inspire a bit more loyalty,” Maki snarked. “I guess how you treat Saihara and I is how you treat your lackeys. Anyone wanting to follow you is a suspension of my disbelief.”
“Harumaki, you’ve seen it for yourself here. People will follow anyone who just says the right thing.” Ouma smirked, taking his eyes off the sky to dart under the table. “Oh, Gokuhara is walking by. Get under!”
Maki scowled as she slunk under the table, and Ouma scooted closer to her with a mischievous grin. That bastard was enjoying pressing her and annoying her, making it clear he had information on her. She wanted to throttle him. No one should be enjoying the situation they were in… unless they were in control of it.
Is that the reason Ouma is so insistent on gathering Saihara and I? Does he see us as his biggest threats? Even so… trying to equip Saihara to defend himself seems like an odd choice.
Maki lifted her arms to get some space, and felt her fingertips brush up against something metallic. She looked up to find a monopad taped to the underside of the table. She pressed a finger to her lips as she peeled the tape, and plucked the monopad off the table.
Please, let this be mine.
“Ooh!” Ouma whispered, and his face lit up. “Let’s watch. It could be Shumai’s, or even mine! Oh, or Akamatsu’s or Amami’s! That’d be so cool!”
“I doubt Saihara’s would be hidden in such an accessible location,” Maki murmured. “He’s one of the biggest assets to the class. If it’s this easily found, this video could be someone with less importance.”
“Saihara is pretty important,” Ouma replied. “The mastermind knows that. Ack, I hope it isn’t too buggy out here. Maybe Gokuhara let a few loose. He did mention wanting to let the bugs have fun flying outside his lab.”
He’s talking about the bugs again. He brings them up when discussing the mastermind… as if he’s cluing someone in on something, or thinking aloud. I don’t trust it.
Maki glared. “You always say that.”
Ouma shrugged. “I’m not an insect guy. Don’t tell Gokuhara, he’ll be crushed.”
Maki pressed play on the motive video as Ouma, despite Ouma being next to her. She just needed to confirm it was hers, then she’d stop it and bring it to her lab. She wouldn’t let him know even more about her.
“A new Monokuma director’s cut motive video!” Monokuma’s annoying voice squeaked as the bear popped up in a director’s costume. “For this segment, we’ll take an extended look into the luminescent life of the ultimate astronaut, Kaito Momota!”
Momota’s name flashed on the screen and Maki felt her heart sink. She hadn’t found her video after all. She and Ouma had looked in the dining hall too, and this video was the only one they’d found. Momota didn’t matter anymore. He was dead and gone, despite Saihara clinging to his memory. He was just someone who’d been too naive for his own good. There wouldn’t be anything even worth thinking about-
“-Kaito Momota has two beloved grandparents,” the video showed an elderly couple together. “Momota really thinks the world of them, and they helped him follow his dreams to go to space. However, these old geezers are liable to go through a horrific accident any day now.”
The picture of Momota’s grandparents became distorted, and their smiles curdled into frightened gasps.
“Boring,” Ouma yawned. “This is the exact same as before!”
“Oh, wait! Momota better hurry up and strike soon!” Monokuma popped up. “Well, this bear happens to have gotten a medical license online, and I can tell ya this. Momota is definitely running on a much shorter time frame than everyone else. Kaito Momota has been infected with a deadly disease that’s been wreaking havoc on the poor guy. That virus will shoot through his system and give him an abbreviated school year, and his poor grandparents won’t stand a chance!”
A picture of a hospital with rows and rows of bodies flashed across the screen. “Momota’s disease is pretty fatal… so he better get a move on! I’d estimate Momota has about a week and a half left, max. Your odds of survival are impossible if you stay in one place, Momota, but the impossible can become possible, all you gotta do is make it so! Happy hunting!”
The motive video shut off, leaving Ouma and Maki sitting together in silence. Maki wordlessly taped the video back to the underside of the table.
“I get it now,” Ouma said. “Remember what Tojo said when Saihara questioned her after the trial, about why she killed Momota?”
Maki remembered Saihara’s grief and righteous anger, and she remembered Tojo’s resolve. Remorseful, yet steely. She hadn’t taken any joy in what she’d done. Unlike Ouma, she wasn’t reveling in the violence needed to survive this game, but somehow she’d deemed Momota a suitable target despite his strength and willpower.
“I don’t think that Momota’s survival was a sure thing regardless. He… no… I swore to him I would not tell a soul.”
“She knew,” Maki realized. “She knew somehow that he was sick, and she killed him because of it. She saw weakness.”
“I’m gonna guess it was an accident,” Ouma said. “Momota was pretty healthy looking up until he was fish food. His last request to Tojo was probably to keep it a secret.” Ouma snickered. “That naive idiot probably thought being sick would make him look all weak and soft, when he’s supposed to be pepping everybody up with his stupid speeches. Ni-shishi! Looks like Monokuma wants everyone to know what they’re getting into if they bring him back.”
Maki’s brows furrowed. “Does Saihara know?”
“You know he didn’t,” Ouma’s grin slipped. “They were barely friends. There’s no way. Saihara hardly knows him, yet he’s so attached to what he left him. A bundle of lies.”
Of course, it’d be harder to rely upon someone who you knew was sick and dying. Momota didn’t want to be a burden when Saihara was already so fragile. Momota would’ve died on Saihara eventually. His death was inevitable, then. It’s useless for Saihara to grieve… but he will anyway.
“Maybe Saihara should see this,” Ouma said, reaching to pluck the video down again. “He can get to know his buddy!”
Maki shook her head. “You’re doing enough to upset him. Even if Momota is a liar… he did it for understandable reasons.”
Ouma bit his lip. “Saihara looks up to people who don’t exist.”
“That’s not our problem,” Maki snapped, though she could hear that her voice lacked it’s usual bite. “Saihara needs something to hold onto, anyway. He’s not like us. He’s… sentimental.”
“Give it time,” Ouma giggled, though he turned his face away from Maki. “His heart will freeze and we can all be totally above attachment and stuff.” Ouma’s quiet laughter subsided. “He’s too nice for that right now, and it’s all Momota and Akamatsu’s fault.”
Saihara needs something to fight for. The memory of those he considered his friends is enough for him. It’s both foolhardy and admirable.
Maki sighed, getting up from under the table. “Let’s go back. We can’t be gone too long. Saihara needs to move from my door soon.”
Ouma followed her from out of the table. “Too bad your video is still a.w.o.l.”
“I’ll find it tomorrow. I don’t care if the others see me looking for it. They already don’t like me.”
At the very least, Hoshi, Saihara, and Ouma will know exactly why I’m looking. At the very least, I can count on Saihara and Hoshi to give me the video if they find it. Hoshi’s kept my secret so far. I trust him more than most for that, though that still isn’t saying much.
“I guess that’s the advantage, right?” Ouma smirked. “The target on your back is so big, it becomes invisible after a while.”
Is that his angle? Is that why he acts the way he does?
Maki brushed aside a messy ponytail. “Come on. Let’s go, while it’s clear.”
Ouma grabbed onto her arm and smirked. “I suppose I can allow my subordinate to escort me just this once.”
Maki glared. “Do you want to die?” She let up on her glare. “Promise, for now, we won't tell Saihara about the video. He needs to focus, and we can’t have him doubting one of his biggest inspirations now.”
“I suppose I do like a good lie,” Ouma responded. “Alright, fine. Let’s go, Harumaki.” Ouma smirked. “Hey, do you think that you could pretend like I was one of your orphan kids, and give me a piggyback ride back? My legs are tired.”
My blackmailer just asked me for a piggyback ride. I can’t wait until he slips up and exposes himself, or we can escape. If he isn’t the mastermind… he still acted like an irresponsible brat. I won’t have to put up with him for much longer.
Maki glared sharply. “Do you really want to die?”
Ouma shrugged. “Worth a shot. I was really hoping we had that cliche bonding night where we get over our differences, because I really, really consider you one of my best friends here. I can’t wait to conduct evil with you once we escape.”
Maki crossed her arms as they began to make their way back to the school. “If you’re going to lie, you can at least try to be more convincing.”
Ouma wiped away a stray tear. “You’re sooo mean! I hate you, Harumaki!”
Well, at least he told the truth that time.
***
Kiibo peeked his head into the computer room, and surely enough, she was there. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, as she leaned forward to read the lines of code that flashed across the screen. Ones and zeroes reflected in the goggles that normally rested in her hair, which were now obscuring her eyes.
“Iruma?” Kiibo stepped inside the room.
Iruma stopped typing and turned around. Her features curled into a weary-looking smile, and she pushed her goggles up. “Keebs! I’ve made some real progress with this gorgeous machine, but I’ve gotta say, I prefer working with you so far. You’re much more vocal with me, it’s really nice to hear a machine sing my praises.”
Iruma laughed, spit flying from her mouth. Ouma liked to point out how disgusting her laugh was, and Kiibo used to think it was pretty noisy. Now, the word enthusiastic was what came to mind first.
I suppose this atmosphere would provide ample time to become acclimated to someone’s personality… though her inner depths were quite a nice surprise.
“Of course I would praise you, Iruma, you are a great friend and a genius inventor!” Kiibo smiled. “I am quite confident to place myself in your care.”
Iruma blushed. “You really lay it on thick, Keebs. You need another upgrade?”
Kiibo shook his head. “No, nothing practical comes to mind.” He placed a hand to his chin. “However, in terms of recreation, I have always wanted to try and swim. I imagined finally swimming on a beach, or a wide lap pool, but I suppose the shallow pool here will have to do.” Kiibo sighed. “Unfortunately, I’m too dense for even that shallow pool.”
Iruma crossed her arms. “See, when you bitch like that, it sounds impossible.”
“I suppose it is a foolhardy dream. My inner voice has such lofty inspirations for me, yet I also have time to want to swim.”
Iruma shook her head. “Your dream isn’t fuckin’ stupid or anything. I was just saying that your whining was making it seem so much harder to achieve than it actually is. Once we get out of here, I’ll use my golden brain to make a super adhesive duct tape, and then I’ll just tape an inner tube to ya, and send you on your way!”
Iruma grinned. “Genius, huh?”
We move forward towards hope, even if that means that we won’t swim outside these walls. Iruma doesn’t know the plan yet. She will eventually.
I doubt the plan… I want to be free to follow my dreams with Iruma helping me, with my friends by my side… but I have to listen to my inner voice.
Kiibo nodded. “I suppose the inner tube Tojo left behind would be suitable, and you could make your duct tape here-”
“-Uh, no. Your first time should be special and fun,” Iruma interrupted. “I mean, a first time is supposed to be all perfect and nice, and you don’t want to waste it on some cheap fling! That dingy pool is nothing compared to the gorgeous beaches outside. That’s like comparing Yumeno’s bust to mine! Completely one-sided!”
Kiibo frowned. “I do not know how Yumeno’s appearance factors into this… but I must correct you. The student council is my top priority right now, and that means my energies must lie within this school.”
Iruma’s enthusiasm dipped. “Kiibo, why’d you come in here?”
“I knew you’d be in here. I wanted to see you.” Kiibo flushed. “I was going to say goodnight, and escort you to your dorm.”
“You came because I was violating Yonaga’s dumb curfew,” Iruma said with a small scowl. “I don’t know what you all see in that bobble-headed skank. She’s selling you all the same crap! Even Cuckhara somehow got blindsided into joining, and I can’t fucking understand why.”
Kiibo reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, and Iruma shivered. Kiibo did wish his metallic hands could be better insulated. “I’m sorry, Iruma. I really want everyone to be safe and happy, you included. I do not mind settling for the pool, as you said, as long as my friends are all alive and with me. Yonaga understands that we all just want to live and be happy… I just wish you could see it that way too.”
Iruma’s scowl faded. “I want to escape. I need to leave here, and I’d like it if you were alive to leave with me. You’re my friend, and we're stuck together. Even with this student council bullshit… I still like ya.”
Iruma placed her hand over his. Kiibo felt her warm palm contrast with his cold, metallic skin. Her heat was addicting, and Kiibo found himself gripping her hand tightly. “I know you mean what you say. You’re a robot with a lot of heart, and a tendency to get flustered. It’s fuckin’ adorable. I won’t back down from what I have to say either, though… at least, not unless Yonaga really releases her inner demon.” Iruma shuddered, blushing as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. “I’ll get your dumb, sweet ass onto a beach someday.”
Kiibo shook his head, though he could feel a small smile forming across his face. “You’re a good friend, Iruma. Now… please allow me to take you back to your room. You’re out past curfew.”
“What if I said I believe in Atua?”
Kiibo sighed. “I know you’d be lying. Please believe me when I say that this is the right thing for everyone. This curfew will keep us safe.”
Maybe my inner voice can help me think of what I can say to make her feel better. I can tell that she still resents the council.
Iruma shook her head. “Yeah, somehow I doubt that.” She got up, still holding onto his hand. “This fucking nuthouse is gonna explode soon, and one of these morons is gonna snap like a broken-”
“-You must not think that way!” Kiibo said, walking her out of the room. “You must concentrate on an inner voice that can guide you towards hope!”
Keep moving down the path of hope. Bring everyone down the path of hope.
Iruma… there’s a nervousness in her eyes that hides behind her confidence and smiles. I wish I could lend her my inner voice, to tell her everything is going to be alright.
“You don’t have to talk all that inner voice stuff with me,” Iruma twirled a lock of hair. “I’m not gonna get it like Yonaga claims to.” Her voice was laced with a bitter edge. “It’s a matter of the heart, and I’m all brains and buxom.”
Kiibo smiled lightly. “I am honored you remembered our talk… and I do not believe that you are devoid of heart. I think you have plenty. I admire how you’re unafraid to be yourself, and how you accepted me as your classmate, despite my robotic status.” Kiibo tightened his grip around Iruma’s hand, and they walked together.
“We’re near the dorms.” Kiibo released her hand. “I must get back to patrolling…”
Kiibo felt a warm, soft sensation on his cheek. He felt Iruma’s hair brush up against the nape of his neck, and he felt his inner voice go silent as his circuitry warmed to match his emotions. She pulled away from him with an abnormally gentle expression.
“Iruma!” Kiibo murmured.
“Goodnight, student council drone,” Iruma cackled. “I’ve got a bit more I can do for ya to get you to come around… but think of that as a thanks for bein’ my friend… oh, and call me Miu. That’s gotta be something that even you and Yonaga don’t have.” Iruma’s cheeks reddened and her smile grew, though Kiibo could see a hint of jealousy.
Iruma walked into the dorm room and up the stairs to her own room, and Kiibo watched her door close behind her.
Yonaga and Miu both help me feel hope… but they are two different kinds of hope. Yonaga is a leader… and I do not know how to describe what Miu is. I just know she is very important to me. At that moment…
Do not get distracted, you must focus on finding the way forward, where everyone can have hope. That is your goal.
Kiibo lingered at Miu’s door for a brief moment.
“Goodnight, Miu.”
Kiibo turned and walked away, resuming his patrols for the council.
***
Shuichi rubbed his eyes, stumbling blearily down the hall. He was about to turn in for the night. Harukawa and Ouma had come back from their search, unsuccessful for the night. Harukawa’s secret was definitely important enough for them to try again, though. Shuichi even promised Harukawa he’d look for her video as well, seeing as he’d have a much better shot of getting away with looking for it.
Now, Shuichi was alone, walking his last line of patrols down the first floor. It was silent, and he hadn’t seen anyone aside from Chabashira and Yumeno, who’d been on their way to bed, also unsuccessful. Chabashira had been carrying a sleeping Yumeno on her shoulders, which Shuichi nearly smiled at, though the knowledge that they hadn’t found anything put a damper on Shuichi’s potential good mood.
No one has found a video yet… at least that I know of. I should’ve expected Monokuma to make things hard to find. He never even said that all the videos would be hidden at the same time. He could be tiring us out… or people could be lying about their searches.
Shuichi crossed his arms. He didn’t know why Harukawa or Ouma would collude with each other against him, seeing as they viewed each other as threats, and he was the mediary. He couldn’t think of a scenario where they’d hide information from him, though if they’d gone solo, Shuichi definitely thought they’d have no trouble hiding information.
I don’t trust them to look for videos on their own, that’s for sure. Especially Ouma. I do think that the rest of the student council would just turn their videos over to Yonaga… though Yonaga herself…
“Shuichi,” A tired, yet gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. Shirogane stumbled blearily towards him, waving her arm.
“Oh, Shirogane,” Shuichi walked to meet her. “Did you find anything?”
She shook her head. “No, sorry. I just came to see if you’d caught anyone. I’m heading to bed. I’m just plain exhausted, and I’m the last one looking anyway.” She sighed. “President Yonaga quit early to work on her wax figures, and Yumeno conked out like she’d heard a jigglypuff’s song. When Chabashira went to help her, I was pretty much on my own.”
“Oh, sorry about that. If you want, I can try looking with you,” Shuichi offered.
Shirogane shook her head, taking off her glasses to rub her eyes. “No, you need to rest up, Saihara. The rest of us rely on you to help us out with your talent. It’d be plain awful for us if President Yonaga’s plans clashed with that.”
If I didn’t know better, she almost seems a bit disgruntled with how the student council is being run, or that I’m still up now. I guess she is worried about me being reliable… it’s a common theme.
Shuichi crossed his arms. “You’re worried? It’s okay, Shirogane. I’m in the student council because I believe in Yonaga’s message and Atua’s plan for a peaceful school life. It’ll be okay. I can go to sleep soon.”
Shirogane smiled. “That’s plainly wonderful to hear, Saihara. I can walk with you to the dorms, just to be safe. I just have to check Akamatsu’s lab, then we’ll all be good to go!”
Shuichi felt a lump form in his throat. He hadn’t been in Kaede’s lab since the night she died. No one else knew that, though.
Shuichi forced himself to stand straight, as if nothing was wrong. He was moving forward in this moment, being confident; he’d face it head on.
Just like Kaito would’ve.
Shuichi gestured for Shirogane to lead the way, and the two headed down the hall, until they were in front of Kaede’s lab.
Shirogane yawned and stumbled by the doorway. “Ugh, I’m plainly exhausted-”
“-Hey, why don’t I just go in for you?” Shuichi interrupted. “You can go and get some sleep, and if I find anything, I’ll take it to Yonaga’s lab. You deserve some rest, Shirogane.”
Shirogane smiled. “You’re a total S-class hero, Saihara. Thanks!” Shirogane waved after him with a yawn and walked down the hallway.
Shuichi felt his fingers curl around the doorknob of Kaede’s lab. He forced down his reluctance and stepped inside. Sheet music sat undisturbed atop the piano, the edges still wrinkled from the last time they were handled. Clair de Lune.
I can still hear the melody in the back of my mind.
Shuichi moved towards the piano, as if on autopilot. He gripped the first page of the sheet music in his hands, and he folded it up, placing it in the pocket of Kaito’s jacket. He imagined the harmonies and melodies written down floating through the room, all from the movement of her expert fingers. Shuichi imagined Kaede’s gentle, yet concentrated smile as she played her favorite song, as if she were baring her soul to Shuichi, to tell him everything was going to be okay.
I wish I could hear you play that song now, Kaede. I wish you were here… so I’d have someone I could trust.
Shuichi plucked a note on the piano, but it made no sound. Hesitantly, he peered into the grand piano, to find a monopad resting atop the strings. His heart hammered in his ears as he reached into the piano to pluck the video out.
I have to watch this video for myself before I even consider giving it to Yonaga.
Shuichi pressed play, and the video came to life.
“A new Monokuma director’s cut motive video!” Monokuma appeared in a director’s outfit. “Today, we’ll be looking at the lovely life of the ultimate pianist, Kaede Akamatsu!”
Shuichi felt his grip tighten around the video as Kaede’s name appeared on the screen.
“Kaede Akamatsu lives an idealistic life, with her loving parents and piano fans galore,” Kaede’s name vanished to reveal a picture of her smiling with two adults, while she held a trophy in her hands. Seeing her vibrant grin made Shuichi’s stomach do spirals.
“Now, Akamatsu loves her family more than anything, and would hate it if anything bad happened to them.” The picture darkened, and Kaede’s parents became more and more distorted. The picture faded to Kaede standing by herself, in a blue school uniform. “Akamatsu always talks about how wonderful it is to rely on others to come together and help each other out, but will she come to the rescue of those who need her most, or will she allow Monokuma to sink his paws into them?”
“Of course, Akamatsu has the pressure of losing out on her chance to grow up with her parents, and comfort them in their old age,” Monokuma’s voice turned overly cutesy. “As a loving daughter, Akamatsu knows that her parents are gonna have to rely on her a whole lot to make them happy and take care of them.” A picture flashed of a smiling Kaede playing the piano for her parents. “So, give it all you’ve got, Akamatsu, and if you hit the right note, you’ll be reunited with your parents real soon!”
The motive video stopped playing, frozen on the image of Kaede on the piano. Shuichi knew she’d had a life outside of this awful place, but seeing it in detail made everything so much worse. Kaede had a family to get home to, parents who loved her, and she’d still sacrificed herself anyway. Shuichi had failed to save her, and now she’d never get to see her parents again.
Shuichi clutched the video close to his chest, and slid the other hand in his pocket, feeling the page of sheet music. His eyes misted with the beginnings of tears, and he leaned against the piano, lest his knees buckle beneath him.
He dabbed at his eyes. He’d promised Kaede he’d fulfill her wish… but now he knew so much more. He knew just what she’d given up to help everyone.
Kaede… I could never be as strong as you. You knew who was waiting for you, didn’t you? Both Kaede and Kaito were so positive, yet both of them had loved ones who needed and relied on them… and they died.
Shuichi rewinded the video, to the moment Kaede was shown playing at the piano, beaming, her violet eyes sparkling with passion and warmth.
No… I have to be like her. Like him. They both would’ve moved forward if they were here, they would’ve held onto hope that they could get out of here with everyone, and see their loved ones. I have to try and think the same way, no matter what.
Shuichi stood up, still holding the video. Yonaga didn’t need to see this one, especially considering Amami was the one the council was bringing back. Shuichi didn’t want to put it back, though. He held the motive video close to his chest, leaving the lab. The video was still paused on the picture of a smiling Kaede.
I’ll try to be like you, Kaede. I will think like you, and I will move forward and help everyone… even if I have to lie to myself to do it.
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, and you’ll never see your loved ones again. I still wish it’d been me instead.
***
Angie’s hands moved lightly along the lump of wax she had in her hand, as Atua guided her. The vessel was starting to take on shape already, as Amami’s large eyes and long lashes were busily being coaxed from the lump of clay. Atua’s will had shone on the deceased boy, and soon, he’d be brought back into their peaceful school life.
Hopefully, he will cooperate with the student council once he is returned to us. I worry… we know so little about him.
No, no. I must trust in Atua’s guiding path.
Angie‘s eyes flitted from her wax figure to a monopad propped up on one of the wax barrels, next to the necronomicon.
Atua has already guided me to quite an interesting treasure indeed.
Angie knew that Atua’s rule was to destroy all the monopads, so that school life would be peaceful. Angie herself knew that a peaceful school life was important, and it was her goal. Her god always worked towards her goal, after all. She was divine in everything she did, including her goals and mindsets. Atua had chosen her as a vessel for a reason. Atua left an entire island at her beck and call for a reason.
Angie knew she must stray from her own rule, just this once. However, she did not worry about the decision to conceal the video.
Atua must have placed this video in my path for a reason… and I-no, Atua, has decided that I must hold onto it. It is my divine right and duty to do so.
Atua has a plan. I will achieve peace.
Angie hummed, resuming her work as Atua guided her along. Angie felt the warmth of Atua’s radiant presence within her as she traced and carved the lump of wax. That meant she must be right, and she was acting in accordance with Atua’s will.
Angie smiled.
Rantaro Amami smiled back.