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Ever since he was born, he was never loved. His parents were always arguing and fighting. All day he would hide in dark cabinets and only come out at night. Just to hide from his parents, who didn’t care if he lived or died. He was named by an old lady, because his parents didn’t care enough to name him at birth. The lady named him Kokichi Ouma.
Because Kokichi rarely ate and lived in darkness, his growth was stunted and was very thin. Kokichi grew insane, to the Kokichi we know today.
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Kokichi sat at the table farthest away from V3. I just wish someone would kill me already, thought Kokichi, then I would be free. Stupid, why can’t I die already? “Hey Kokichi. Wanna sit with us” asked Shuichi. “Sure,” said Kokichi. Shuichi beamed. “Kidding! That was just a lie!” laughed Kokichi. Shuichi’s face fell. “O….okay” he said, and left.
I love you Shumai. But I know you don’t love me thought Kokichi as he left for his room. Kokichi heard a knock on his door later that night. He opened the door to see Shuichi. “Shumai? What cha want?” asked Kokichi sleepily. “Mui tried to show me one of her inventions and it went haywire and trashed my room,” said Shuichi. “So?” “So can I stay with you tonight?” “Sure Shumai,” said Kokichi.
Shuichi went into the bed and Kokichi crawled in next to him and fell asleep. Shuichi wrapped his arms around the short boy. Shuichi blushed as he held onto Kokichi. “I love you” whispered Shuichi.
To End the Killing Game went as in cannon until a brief moment when Kokichi is preparing to be crushed by the hydraulic press.
When Kokichi was going to lay in the press, he paused and looked at Kaito. “After I die, tell Shumai to look in my room,” said Kokichi. Kaito nodded. Kokichi cried silently as the press grew closer.
During the Class Trial
“I killed Kokichi!” said Kaito and soon after was his execution. Shuichi cried while running out. He ran to Kokichi's room. Sobbing, Shuichi locked the door. “Kokichi,” whispered Shuichi. He saw a tape on the bed. He picked it up and put it into the computer.
A recording began to play. “Hi Shumai,” said the recording of Kokichi. Shucihi cried even harder. “If you're watching this, Then that means I’m dead. No one ever loved or cared for me. To my parents I was a mistake, a burden” Kokichi’s eyes watered. “You. it was you who I knew that I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to always be with you.” Kokcihi started sobbing. “I love Shumai. I always did.” The recording ended. Shuichi just cried in grief. “I love you too. Kokichi” sobbed Shuichi.