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He’s been chasing Kiibo around, and he’s been trying to keep to his own characterization.
Ouma has been chasing Kiibo for at least an hour here, until two people came in. This wasn’t new, he’s been meeting tons of new people before and often times he’d ignore those people until they talk to him. This really wasn’t such a big deal, until those people finally spoke to him. He decided to introduce himself, then move on with life. These people were boring, and he’s been waiting to check out Kiibo for a while.
It wasn’t until one of those two people didn’t exactly speak up.
Ouma took a look at the quiet person, expecting questions, at least from him. Like what kind of organizing he ran, or why he was chosen for such an odd talent. It really began to irritate him, as he watched as the person drifted off into space. This irritated him more, as he didn’t even sat anything as both ‘Akamatsu’ and ‘Saihara’ decided to leave them be as they both walked off. Ouma watched as ‘Saihara’ watched him with curiosity.
With little to no responses, Ouma went back to chasing Kiibo, as that is what he was doing before.
‘Saihara-chan’ was acting weird.
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They had their introduction, they were told the rules. Ouma was set to follow up on his plan.
He followed Akamatsu as per told, and picked on her to see what kind of reactions he could get out of her. Though, Saihara didn’t speak up, like he was suppose to. Ouma began to grow more irritated, as Saihara didn’t defend his friend, like he was suppose to. In fact, he just partially agreed to everything that he has ever said, and just groaned when Akamatsu grew more and more quiet. He’s gotten use to Akamatsu’s words, but now that she has gotten a little more quiet, Ouma decided to take it upon himself.
“Why aren’t you defending her!?”
Saihara jerked back, a little startled by him yelling at him. Saihara looked back in surprise before looking down. Almost in thought before shaking his head.
He refuses to speak.
Ouma decided to go back to his character, and continue to trash talk Akamatsu, as he walked off. Akamatsu just looked at him, while Saihara just shrugged. Ouma decided to leave and a lot of people followed, leaving Saihara and Akamatsu alone. This annoys him a lot, as he had plans to actually use the detective’s talent.
If he won’t care for anyone but himself, Ouma is gonna have to find another way to use that detective’s talent.
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Akamatsu was the blackened.
Saihara is taking a bit too well. He sees him crying, he sees him breaking down, but then the next day, he’s fine. He removed his hat, and he was starting to smile a bit more. Offering Momota to hang out a bit more, and then when free time came, Saihara ran up to Ouma, out of all people. Ouma began to think of what character he can pull off, and decided to go with a tomboyish little boy. Though, he did enjoy spending time with Saihara, something seemed off.
He can clearly see Saihara is acting.
While playing card games, he played so that way he’d always tie. He can always cheat to win, but that’s not how it goes spending time with Saihara. Though, after a while, he decided to ask one serious question while spending time with Saihara. Keeping a close eye on his actions and made sure he had his eyes on him the entire time he spoke.
“How much do you know of this game?” Ouma asked, tilting his head, “I’m just curious, Saihara-chan.”
Saihara brightened up at the odd question. Which is odd by itself. Ouma frowned as the detective let out a small giggle.
“Suspicious?” He asked, before looking away, shyly smiling, “I don’t blame you, I just want to get this game over with just as much we you do, Ouma-kun.”
“Not really.” Ouma smirked, “I rather enjoy this game! It’s my favorite in the entire world!”
“It’s like a murder mystery.” Saihara played along, “Maybe that’s what this killing game is about. I wouldn’t get too carried away, this is an insane topic.”
“No, no, this topic is interesting!” It really is, and Ouma wanted to get answers, “Just because the last one had mystery in the last trial, you get to flex your talent. Though, you already had your answer before we even started, haven’t you?”
“It wasn’t hard to figure out.” Saihara sighed, “But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t easy.”
Ouma noted how Saihara seemed nonchalant about the fact that Akamatsu passed away, and he seems to be not caring about her. Which, pissed him off even more. Once they finished their games, Ouma got up, deciding to just leave the subject at that. Maybe next time, they can tie again, and he’ll get more answers out of him.
“Well, that was fun!” Ouma cried, “Well, no, that was a lie. That was boring as hell.”
“Maybe next time we’ll tie again.” Saihara laughed, “We’ll have more time to talk too!”
Ouma blinked as he realized what was just said. It was as if he could read his mind. Ouma wanted to reach out and stop him, only to realize that he wouldn’t get any answers like that. Plus, it seems like Saihara isn’t interested in sharing anymore information. Ouma huffed, and walked the other direction as Saihara walked off, practically giggling.
Someday, during this killing game, he’ll get answers.
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Angie and Yumeno decided to set up a magic show.
Ouma can see tons of ways that this could go wrong. He saw the motive videos, and he tried to get everyone to see them, but then he decided not to. The Meet and Greet happens, and he gets covered in gross bugs. No big deal, but then he realized something was off. Keeping an eye out for Toujou, he realize he had forgotten to keep an eye out for the detective. Said detective was no where to be seen after the Meet and Greet, and he tried every thing he could to find the detective, before he realized that the show at started.
Where is the detective?
Then again, Iruma nor Momota was around either, as the show had started, and Angie stood at the front of the tank, ready to reveal where Yumeno was. He was sure Yumeno was okay, but then again, he was also sure that the detective would’ve been here by now.
Thirty seconds as passed, and the piranhas fell into the tank, and Gonta was on top of it. Looking in. Suddenly, he looked shocked, as Ouma began to internationally panic himself as he felt tension in the air.
His heart heavy. his chest pounding. His breathing ragged. Where is the Great Detective when he needed him the most?
The curtains open, and suddenly, he sees red, as the piranhas ate up what he assumes to be the next victim.
His eyes widen.
Silence.
“I’m here!” The detective announced, as he burst through the doors, “Sorry, I’m late, I…”
He froze up, as he saw the site in front of him, as he immediately sees red in the tank. Everyone was silent and soon, the detective began to shake. Suddenly tearing up, as he began to mutter one thing.
“This isn’t suppose to happen…”
Tenko let out a cry.
“NOOOO!”
Her sobbing filled the silence as they saw none other than Yumeno…
Or, what is left of Yumeno.
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To be Continued…