" That's right, I'm the mastermind! "

This should do it.

This should do it right?

He stood in front of everyone, the grin in his face stays while everyone else frown in despair.

The truth that all of them had been waiting for was right in front of their eyes. The moment of silence where everyone tried to take in what he just said made him more excited. Just how he anticipated.

Proud of himself, he continued blabbering on how he had planned all of this from the very beginning,taking small glimpse of the crowd, trying to find any small details of clues the real mastermind might be giving.

They might've never thought this would ever gonna happen, the look on their face must be priceless. He thought to himself.

His vision shifts from one to the other, but it stayed on a certain someone.

The metallic body stood still, expression full of doubt and confusion, it's like he's trying to convince himself that this isn't happening. Maybe about the truth of the world outside of the killing game they hoped to escape to has actually been a disaster for decades. Or maybe about the truth of the mastermind that ouma unfolded itself.

It couldn't be the latter, ouma thought to himself. Shrugging his shoulders as he quickly shift his vision towards the others.

It's not like that robo-boy actually felt betrayed by him. He never promised anything from the beginning.

But why is there an annoying pit starting to grow inside of him?

Why does his heart aches while looking at that robot's face of disbelief?

Why does he feel like explaining everything to him and making him believe that this isn't who he is, and all of this is just a skit to save all of them?

Stop.

Ouma calmed himself down immediately. This skit is inevitable. It's what he needs to do to end this boring killing game. He's an actor in this lowly game and the show must go on.

And just when everyone is done with his BS speech, he left.

This should do it. Now the killing game is over because no one would have any motive for attempting murder anymore. Now that's out of our concern, the mastermind should've shown some signs by now-

"Ouma!"

A familiar voice interrupted kokichi's rail of thoughts as the voice called onto him abruptly.

It wasn't hard to recognise that voice when you've already heard from it for such a long time.

Kokichi simply stopped walking and stood still, with both of his hands hugging at the back of his head.

"what's the matter kii-boy? Don't tell me you didn't get what I meant earlier."

He turned around and locked eyes with that metallic figure standing in front of him, putting up a grin on his face, continuing the show.

"I'm the mastermind! And you know what you shouldn't do , now that you know whose the mastermind? Interact with them!"

He left that comment down and turned his head away, ready to continue advancing forward until kiibo sped up his motion, catching up to him, stopping him from doing so.

"Ouma. You're not the mastermind."

Funny.

"And what makes you think that?"

His tone turned a bit serious but was quickly shifted away when he put on his evil grin back.

"Could you please just look at me seriously for once?!"

Kiibo raised his voice, which is something unusual he would do. It frightened kokichi for a bit but intrigue wins over nevertheless. Kokichi's expression was immediately shifted back before kiibo could notice his surprised look. He doesn't want to surrender in this game of truth.

"I.. I really don't know why you're convincing everyone to think you're the mastermind. But knowing you, I'm sure you have your reasons. But do you ever think of the consequences that will lead to you if you do this?"

"Why-"

'Why do you care' was what kokichi was about to say but kiibo couldn't bother to let kokichi finish another one of his acts, one of his lies.

"Everyone would despise you! And even if in the end when the real mastermind reveals their identity, they wouldn't bother to apologise or to make amends for hurting you!"

So that's what he's worried about? About him being hated by the others? That's just funny honestly, cause kokichi really don't mind any of this at all.

Kokichi felt like laughing out loud, his grin grows even wider, almost letting out his laughter.

"Why can't you care for yourself more?!"

kiibo's robo-arms heavily rested onto his shoulders as he grips them tightly, slightly shaking kokichi, as if that could throw some sense in him.

Kokichi felt dumbfounded, care for myself? This robot just knew him for what, weeks? Not even in months, and is now teaching him to care for himself?

"You said that as if you meant that you care about me. Well, that's just funny! Seriously kii-boy, What do you even know about me?"

Kiibo was taken aback by his sudden commentary but quickly gained back his position.

"I don't need to know who you are to care for you."

"True, but we're in a killing game kii-boy. You can't apply that excuse in this situation"

"I-"

"Face it kii-boy. I don't know why you're out here yapping your points at me, but this is the truth and it will remain this way. "

He pushed kiibo's hands away from his shoulder and it lands back to the sides of his torso airily.

" I'm grateful that you tried to believe in me though! Too bad I'm not that much of a sweetheart you think I am ! Too-da-loo—!"

Kokichi said in a carefree tone as he quickly left the area, leaving kiibo alone, standings till at where he was before his vision left him.

God damn it..

Anger slowly started rising inside of him as he walked back to his dorm room. The way that robot looks at him, full of concern and.. care just plays with his temper.

I don't need to know who you are to care for you.

He groaned as kiibo's voice started flowing into his mind. Why? Why did he say that? Why did it actually feel like he cared for him?

He shouldn't be. Anyone shouldn't be.

He shut the dorm room harshly and immediately melted, leaning on the door.

Why is this so hard?

He hugged both of his knees, planting his face under, trying to get his mind out of anything about that conversation.

His hand slowly shifted towards his shoulders, the warmth of kiibo's hand was long gone. But somehow he could still feel the warm fuzzy feeling in his heart.

"That's disgusting"

Gripping onto his shoulder tightly, he pouted out words for no one to listen except himself.

“ A body has been discovered “

That nerving voice along with that annoyingly bright alarm sound caught Kiibo by surprise. An unsettling feeling came through his gut , twirling with nervousness. He stopped whatever he was doing and ran to the location Monokuma mentioned in the announcement.

It was a disaster.

Everything had just been happening too quickly, the uncertain death, the crazy unsolvable trial… Kiibo was already feeling quite tired from all the searching and tidying up his emotions that were all over the place.  

Ouma-kun… Momota-kun..

Whoever is in that exisal concerned Kiibo to the very extent of his entire mind.

Part of him wishes it was Ouma, though that would probably be even worse considering he’s the culprit and he had to see his execution with his bare eyes. And its also not really a respectful thing to think that Momota could be dead too.

During the entire trial, he could find himself moving his gaze towards the big, mechanic exisal. As if he’s looking for a hint around that thing, though he truly knows that it was all a waste of time anyway.

Ouma-kun, please…

please , please.. what? Not even himself knows. Please be the person in the exisal? Please be alive? He doesn’t know the right word to put it in a way without disrespecting Momota. Of course he would hate to see Momota dead, better yet see his execution. But the same feeling towards Ouma is much more stronger, for some reason.

Yeah right, for some reason.

He knew what is it, of course he does. He’s not that stupid for a robot that is learning about human emotions.

Clearly it is love.

How stupid, kiibo.  He mocked himself.

You finally decided to acknowledge that feeling only when the person is nowhere to be seen.

His mind is scattered with different thoughts and it made him unbearable. He had to focus on the trial, at least get to the bottom on who’s in the exisal.

And then, they did.

As soon as Momota stepped right out of the exisal, he felt a sudden relief, but something else was in there too. The sudden realization of someone, that could not be seen again. The feeling of panic, the feeling of imcomplete.

Does that mean, that ouma-kun is gone?

Does that mean, ouma kokichi no longer exist?

Please tell me that i'm wrong.

Looking at the gathering of Maki, Shuichi, Himiko and Kaito sparked something inside him.

Suddenly, the image of the hydraulic press showed up in his head.

The dripping blood around it, the coat hanging out of the press…

That blood belonged to kokichi.

The next moment, he felt the sudden urge to scream. But he couldn’t. the sudden urge to cry, but he couldn’t.

He’s trapped inside of the endless negative emotions, it wrapped him up like a black cloth.

Ouma kokichi is dead.

And I haven’t told him anything, not even seeing his last moments.

Instantly, He hated everything, the killing game, kokichi and himself.

He hated kokichi for distancing himself, and he also hated himself for falling into his lies.

He could've tried to understand him and stay by his side,

And now he doesn’t get to hear those lies anymore, better yet stay by his side.

The trial ended, the execution arrives. He wouldn’t watch it, but he had to, there are other friends here that needs his accompany. Being said that Maki is going through the same thing now.

He stood at where he was, emotions all over the place and he had no intentions on tidying them up.

He’s tired but he needs to stay optimistic just like what his inner voice had told him to:

"No matter the circumstances, stay positive, cause hope can overcome everything."

But he doesn’t feel that way right now.

And its gonna stay that way for a night.

Goodbye Momota-kun, Goodbye kokichi.