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recordings from despair
fuyuhiko thought he knew, at least vaguely, what kazuichi was up to during despair, he assumed he was the gadgeteer, the one who made a ton of killing machines, but he was much more than that apparently. the knowledge on what everyone did during despair wasn't disclosed to him, nor was it to anyone else. it was everyone's decision if they wanted to tell eachother the atrocities they'd committed during despair, kazuichi was not one of these people. he kept to himself, which was strange, almost concerning for someone like kazuichi. he had changed a lot, subtly, but a lot. kuzuryuu noticed easily, he was always rather observant. they were already back on jabberwock island, this time the real one. watching kazuichi wake up from one of those pods was.. strange. it felt surreal to watch anyone waking up. he had some sort of flash in his eyes, like all the memories were crashing down all at once. his eyes blanked, and he passed out. he woke up about 3 minutes later, byakuya said not to worry, that he'd known that kazuichi would wake up like that. he was one of the first to be woken up, just about 20 minutes after fuyuhiko did. apparently byakuya predicted that he'd be like this. everyone was struggling in their own ways, fuyuhiko guessed he was used to knowing he'd killed people, so maybe the blow was a bit less than it would be for everyone else, it was the same with peko and it was strange when they acted sorta normal for their situations, watching everyone around them get depressed while they were just talking like normal people, having a normal conversation.. kazuichi mainly slept on the boat, which was.. somewhat good, considering fuyuhiko knew him enough to know that he doesnt sleep all too much. while on the boat, fuyuhiko just sorta walked around, the boat was by no means large, but it was large enough to fit everyone's rooms and a main area with a few other miscellaneous rooms, fuyuhiko was wandering one day, and he found a cardboard box, full of black recorder looking thing with a red button and a green button. fuyuhiko experimentally clicked on the green button, and it started playing some recordings. 'log number.. 15,228..' the recording started, fuyuhiko instantly recognized that voice. it was kazuichi. thats way too many recordings. and there were like, 3 of these things. did he have over 75,000 recordings?- 'i'm uh.. gonna have to build 'nother one'a these.. but i'm assuming if anyones found this thing, it's gonna be me. so hi, souda.' it spoke, fuyuhiko was intrigued now.. he continued to listen. 'hah, so, i'm working on.. uhh..' he sounded tired, very tired, and almost injured, like he was in some sort of pain. 'well, its just the blueprints. but its jin kirigiri's execution..' he yawned; 'it's a rocket, hah! i'm fulfilling your stupid dream!' he said almost mockingly, 'i wish it was me being executed, but whatever, heh, junko came to me personally, and i managed to design a rocket like she asked for.. she called me one of the smartest people she knew, hah.' he ranted, you could hear the adoration in his voice. 'at least i get to be useful.. i've never been useful. i'd be useless without despair..' he continued his twisted rant, laughing and yawning. you could practically hear the exhaustion.. 'and i get- hah- i get to make more of those executions- hahaha!-' he broke into a fit of maniacal laughter, and then he stopped. 'mm.. i'm gonna pass out soon..' he groaned, starting to rant about an idea he had, 'so- i won't forget..' he sighed, and yawned again, 'dizzy..' a thud was heard. what the fuck did fuyuhiko just stumble across. something that wasn't meant for him, wasn't meant to be found, thats for sure. why are they even here? what if kazuichi left them here from despair?.. fuyuhiko just sat there petrified.. he built the executions for the first danganronpa.. he looked away, tears welling in his eyes and he put the box away. he'd be back later.
baby troubles
kazuichi and fuyuhiko had recently adopted a baby, kaito momota. his parents died, and his grandparents were too old to take care of him, so they brought it upon themselves to take care of the lil guy. however, a year or two later, after kaito started talking, it seemed that he took from his dad, fuyuhiko. fuyuhiko was playing with him, with little astronaut dolls. 'hey, kaito. wanna go scare dada?' fuyuhiko said with a playfully malicious grin on his face, kaito got the same grin on his face and nodded. kazuichi was sitting on the couch, working on coding. eyes glued to the computer, he could've never noticed little kaito get up to walk to him. he tugged on his leg, declaring; 'FUCK!' kazuichi's hearing aid was out, but he looked at kaito the second he felt his tiny hand on his leg, and he knew better than anyone what the word 'fuck' looked like. i mean, he was married to the ultimate yakuza himself. 'did he just say fuck?' kazuichi's jaw was on the floor, he grabbed his hearing aid and hurriedly put it on. fuyuhiko crossed his arms. 'must've learnt it from you.' he got up and sat on the couch next to kazuichi, who gave him a 'are you kidding me' look. 'me?! yer the one who always curses..! i thought ya said you'd stop cursing 'round him!' he exclaimed, furrowing his brows and picking up little kaito. 'kaito, ya cant say those kinda words!' soda said, kaito nodded sorta. 'so.. i cant say.. fuck.. shit.. bastard.. uh.. what other words does dad say?' the little devil- i mean kaito said with a grin, like he was proud that he was saying those words. kazuichi gave him an unamused look. 'yes, words like that, now stop sayin' em.' he looked at kaito, who nodded, then he looked at fuyuhiko. ''must've learnt it from me' huh?' he said in a mocking tone, kuzuryuu rolled his eyes. 'i'm trying, okay?' he leaned onto kazuichis shoulder. he chuckled and nodded playfully.
passing out
kazuichi was never someone who got much sleep, hell, just by looking at the bastard, you could tell. he was a workaholic for sure, this was due to his inability to sleep for long enough periods of time. if he slept without being fully exhausted, he'd just wake up after about 20-40 minutes, maybe an hour if he was lucky, he'd still wake up tired. he made it a habit of staying up for a full 2 days before getting any sleep, and then he'd sleep a long 12-14 hours. this clearly wasn't healthy, but he'd been doing it majority of his life. even as a kid, even as a baby, he'd be unable to sleep. some nights it was due to his parents consistent and loud, violent arguments. but even after his parents divorced, kazuichi didn't seem to get any sleep. so he developed this habit, using mechanics and machines as a coping mechanism, and something to exhaust his little mechanic mind. fuyuhiko seemed to quickly pick up on this habit of his, trying to get him to sleep. but he soon noticed that he couldn't, kazuichi wouldn't object, he'd sleep. but after about 30 minutes, he'd be awake again, and unable to sleep for the next hour. and then it happened again. after they started dating, it sorta hurt him to see him look so tired but unable to sleep for long enough. he'd see him doze off, because while he was tired, he couldn't seem to be able to sleep for long enough, it was never a healthy 8 hours of sleep, it was either way too little, or way too much. this night was one such nights, kazuichi fell asleep at his desk, drawing blueprints. fuyuhiko woke up in the middle of the night to get water, he saw him with the lamp on, his head laying in his arms, his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling as he breathed.. fuyuhiko glanced at him. he got his water, drank it, and grabbed a bottle, filling it with water and taking it up, he then came back down, tapped on kazuichi's shoulders, and said in a soft voice; 'hey, kaz.. wake up.' he wanted to get him to bed. 'mmh..? fuyuhiko..?' his blue eyes opened, he didnt bother wearing his contacts at night, his voice sounded tired. 'come on, lets get you to bed?' he placed a hand on his shoulder, he nodded, and got up, he looked dizzy for a moment, and then fell into fuyuhiko's arms. 'woah!- hey-!' he exclaimed, making sure to catch him. despite being short, fuyuhiko was obviously strong, being a yakuza. he managed to drag him to the couch, sitting him down.. he was limp.. fuyuhiko looked at him sadly, he looked concerned and a bit scared. he could do this. kaz was sitting on the couch, his head hung low, eyes shut peacefully. 'okay.. come here..' he hooked his arms around him, picking him up.. he looked so tired. he couldn't let this go on anymore. fuyuhiko frowned, making sure to hold him tightly, he sighed, taking him up to their room. he wasn't particularly heavy, despite having a fair amount of muscle, kaz was always kinda skinny.. he laid kazuichi down in their bed, covering him with blankets. he laid down next to him and frowned, cupping his face. it wasn't.. particularly unusual for kazuichi to pass out.. he had a fainting disorder, but he could see from his face that it was from exhaustion this time, and that had never happened. fuyuhiko kissed his forehead, played with his hair and hugged him, waiting for him to wake up. eventually he stirred, waking up with a yawn. he tilted his head a bit, fuyuhiko's hand still combing through his hair.. 'hey.. you okay..?' he nodded, trying to force out a 'mhm..' 'can you sleep..?' fuyuhiko asked, kazuichi nodded and leaned into his chest with a soft smile.. his eyes shut again, and he fell asleep.