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Kengo’s apology sat in the air for a while. Tybalt just stood there with his mouth slightly open. Honestly he really thought everyone was okay at first. That got warped though and he became confused. His already bruised ideas of the world became worse. He felt like a child told that his parents didn’t know everything or one that was just told Santa was just his dad dressed up. Which was ironic really, considering.

Although, a few tears still dribbled down his face. All jokes aside however, he managed to stare at Tybalt with his single eye, and considered a few thoughts. He had as much a right as anyone else to know why he would murder to keep a measly secret. Especially the victim himself.

"You know how some things are worth dying for...? It's kinda like that except with murder." He managed an uneasy smile which he thought to be a cool and aloof one.

"...Some people are really ugly. I mean, not physically, but there are some examples, I mean, like me, but uh... That's not the point. Some people are disgusting, wretched creatures inside. People with lots of inner demons. I wanted to keep it a secret. All of it... But I kinda betrayed myself in the end. I promised I'd never hurt anyone again and I... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I regret doing what I did. Even if it won't solve anything. You can go ahead and hit me or vent your anger on me if you want. I'm used to it."

He couldn’t really bring himself to smile for one and just stared. It must of hurt, the execution. He caught himself glancing to his own wound barely visible on his wrist. The poison hurt sure but what about everyone else? Everyone else seemed to have more painful deaths really. 

Tybalt tried to think of something to say back and he was thinking for a good while until he managed a few small sentences.

"Kengo. Hi."

"Oh. Hey." Kengo stared for a few moments, trying to register what was going on. It was him. Tybalt. The guy he murdered. That's right, his victim. Not good. No. No good. No bueno. No no no no no. 

Kengo stared and stared. He looked good, minus the dead part. But he looked human for a dead guy, which was good. Probably.

Finally, Kengo began to cry. No holds barred. It was certainly waterworks, but there was no noise from Kengo, just tears. It was an odd sight to see a young boy cry with only one eye... 

For a few moments he stood there clutching his fists trying to stop. He sniffed and muttered a single phrase to the young man in front of him.

Yep, there wasn’t anything different about Kengo (other than the whole robot thing) she could see. For now, that was. She simply watched his actions and reactions while continuing to finish up her halo halo, making another. She hadn’t really had lunch and of course, her diet was shit. And by that, I meant sugar galore. 

She ate so much sugar... Wasn't that unhealthy for a girl of her age...?

Kengo was barely halfway done before she started making another. What the h*ck.

Slow down there, turbo... Eat anymore and you might just mess up your routine eating habits... And by that you'll probably get diabetes is what I mean.

He sighed, blowing some of his hair away with his mouth, the red finally leaving his face, but a tinge of embarrassment lay in his one eye.

Trinket had gasp as she covered the mouth area of the mask. “Oooooo,” she oo’d like those children back in school. “Now I’m just offended that you didn’t spy on me too, but it’s a win/win for me,” Trinket snickered.

I'll call you little girl if I want... Little girl!

Hahahahaha!

He laughed at his own tasteless joke, but he had to admit, it was nice seeing them again. Although, it wasn't too long before it kicked in. That stupid chip in his head would command him to bully the other students, to encourage them to kill each other... It's not like he could help it. So he decided to enjoy the times while he had it. 

Huh? Win-win she said...? What did she mean?

Win/win...?

W-WAIT, YOU BETTER NOT TELL HER! I SWEAR, IF YOU DO...!

His good eye was glowing with embarrassment and half anger.

I... I'LL BURN YOU! I'LL START WITH THE BURNING OF YOUR FLESH AND- AND I'LL KILL YOU! AGHHH!

He was panicking now... 

What...? What was that thought he had just now? Perhaps it was a feeling of despair kicking in at last... He managed to hold it back for the time being, focusing his thoughts on the drink, happily munching on his sugar filled dessert. 

Kengo turned away, his good eye facing her, and a bit of a blush coming to his face despite how inhumane he looked.

He managed to scramble out a single sentence as a weak retort.

I... I DID NOT!

He wheezed, his head spinning a bit now.

I didn't stutter, nor did I blush, no, a scientist feels nothing! NOTHING! N-O-T-H-I-N-G!

She watched him as he wheezed at the mention of the drink which caused the girl to tilt her head, questioningly. His reaction where kind of strange, but that was to be expected since… well, you know. He’s dead. With a chip in his head. A despair chip and all. Thank for telling me about that, btw. 

"Ooookay. Hang out right over there for a bit," she said, pointing to a spot that wasn’t in the way of her preferred work area. She then started to make the halo halo, catching the weird ass nostalgia that came with it. What the hell was this situation anyway? She didn’t know. 

He tapped his metal arm against the table on accident trying to grab the glass. Goddammit, arm.

W-Woops... T-Thank you, Kyo.

Much appreciated...

He takes a sip, and gulps nervously before replying rather abruptly. His face full of red, he yells out to her,

I-I AM NOT BLUSHING! 

Sure, there wasn't much difference in skin color despite him being dead, but... Was he really blushing...?

Then Trinket stiffened up. God Kengo was worse then the cameras. “W-wow! Wow!” Trinket exclaimed awkwardly and sarcastically. “I thought you’d be more into Kyo than me,” she said awkwardly.

Don't risk it. I don't want anything happening to anyone. Just be a nice little girl so nothing happens to you.

His tone is rather serious, but holds a tiny bit of kindness in it. Although he doesn't embrace it.

... Don't be so full of it. I didn't spy on anyone other than Kyo.

Quickly, he covers his mouth and enters a pose of surprise.

W-WAIT! YOU DIDN'T HEAR THAT!

He awkwardly stands there trying to brush off what he had just said by continuing the conversation hastily.

O-Oh... T-That's n-not good...

 Dokis. The dreaded disease that only held two cures. And for Kengo, both cures yielded despair. He'd die either way, but there was a more pressing matter at hand...

Halo halo.

Kengo wheezes suddenly at the mention of it.

He stares passionately at her, or maybe it's his passion for the drink...

M-Make the drink! P-Please!

Bluuuh. Sucks for you, you can't hurt me! Haha! 

He was on his high horse now, but jumped off on it and landed on his face. Probably. He eyed the short girl carefully... When was there last conversation...? It was probably during the trial...

That following around plan was a plan in action from the day I died... The hospital allowed me a ghostly body and I went around snooping some...

He looks away to the right hastily, his face reddening.

N-Not that I saw anything...

He coughs awkwardly, training his one good eye now on Trinket's face. Or mask. Or whatever.

TWINKIE!

Triumphantly, he stood up, a single hand on his hip, his other scratching at his face.

A pleasure to see you again, Twinkie.

"Hey yourself," she replied with a bit of a tired smile. "You know, I have a feeling the kitchen fridge isn’t the best place to take a nap." At this point, Kyo was absolutely done with being scared out of her mind, so the difference with Kengo didn’t bother her one bit. "Oh well. Since you’re here, are you hungry?" 

He stumbled to regain his balance as the plating weighed him to his left slide a bit more than usual and brushed his coat off hastily, wanting to appear most luscious clean to Kyo.

... Whatever. I just came here cause' of somethin'... I don't recall what though. Hmph...

Hungry...? 

At the mention of food, his stomach actually growled. He hadn't eaten since... Since he was dead. Had his stomach been replaced again...? Sure hopes not...

Hastily, he nods his head, a tiny bit of red flush entering his face, remembering his dokis.

Kengo’s door is wide open, and much like a bad sci-fi movie, a small amount of smoke arises from his laboratory room. 

… I’m… Alive?

He looks down at his body to find that various parts of it have been replaced with metal plates and a crude job of spray on paint that was supposed to resemble his skin color. Fortunately enough, most of the metal plating is at least covered with his lab coat and sighs, a bit relieved and approaches his mirror. He blinks his one good eye. His eyepatch was burnt off during his execution, so instead, his left is sewn shut, and a quarter of his face is covered in stitches as well. 

Kengo begins to sweat, this isn’t anywhere near right.

No. No…

NONONONONONONONONO THISISWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG!

He’s supposed to be dead, DEAD! 

… 

Bzzzt.

The sound of electricity in his skull resounded, and his thoughts finally trained down to one single word. Halo Halo Despair. 

After a few moments, he recollects himself, and approaches the kitchen a few floors down for some reason. Why was he there…? He itched at his stitched eye. Was he thirsty…? Was that even possible…?

For some reason, he craved something… Sweet. Something he had tasted in another life… What was it? What was it?! It was no use. He couldn’t remember.

He laughed silently. A hollow laughter, it was. Bitter memories of a past life itched at him, and a single letter kept etching itself into his mind.

K… K… K… K… K KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

Like a true Kyo, she parkoured all the way from the Lilac level to the ground level and into the kitchen— Was that Kengo? Great he was against the fridge. The tart she made yesterday was in the fridge. That meant she had to move the body. But that would require effort and Kyo didn’t want to exert that effort. 

Shaking his head, Kengo awoke. The kitchen... He was waiting for... Who? 

K...

He mutters the single letter and looks up to see...

K-Kyo--!

He remembers her name and barely a portion of his past life... It was... Hazey. But he remembers his kiddie-crush on her and the memory of drinking that sweet thing together.

He stands up hastily, his metal plating bashing against the fridge. Shit, Kengo. Get it together!

... Kyo...

H-Hi...