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Katsuki had reached the conclusion that he didn’t deserve to live occurred the moment Calypso told him he was hurting Katsurou by even committing the murder. That...That broke him. Effectively, him dying saved everyone from something terrible happening to them all. And he was okay with that. 

What they hadn’t seen on the screen was the fact that Katuski had laid there, bleeding out for 5 minutes in excruciating amounts of pain before succumbing to the blood loss and trauma from being bisected. Who knew the heartbreak of losing Katsurou was worse than dying? He was certain the other wouldn’t approach him when he saw him...He just had to accept that when he woke up in a couple of minutes.

Death was numb, blinding and oddly calming. The pain went away immediately and he felt at ease...No one else was there...Was there? 

He listened, and nothing. 

It was quick, but the moment Katsuki opened his eyes, he registered the blinding light of the ceiling as he laid there on the ground. He really hoped he didn’t come back as a ghost...He raised his hand and found it to be a bit transparent...Not all there. He groaned and closed his eyes again. Katsuki Sho was an idiot for thinking he could be the good guy and potentially save everyone from what Ayato and another person was planning, and he was sadly wrong. He hated the fact that he could only get a little information out of Ayato before he died and went back to his body. I-It wasn’t right! Katsuki tried to get angry at himself, but he couldn’t find the energy to do so.

So...He just laid there on the ground for a bit, rolling over to his side (surprised to find himself still together and not in two pieces) and held his knees close to his chest. He didn’t know how long he’d laid there. Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? For all he knew, no one had decided to murder after that and just live out the rest of their days. Katuski just hoped Katsurou hadn’t become reckless.

Was there ever a simply way to react to someone lying dead on the ground, covered in roses and blood? Of course there wasn’t. Life always had to show Katsuki that it wasn’t fair, and that death was always around the corner wherever he we went. What was he expecting? Someone killed once, abet, it was on accident, but of course someone would kill again. That bear got to someone. Someone’s secret was worth killing over, and he didn’t like the fact that it could be anyone. 

He had only looked at Roxy’s body for a moment before covering his mouth in shock, trying not to gag on the metallic smell of blood mixed with the roses. The blood looked well blended in with the color that it almost didn’t look like blood at all. But Katsuki knew. He ducked behind one of the counters in the room and screwed his eyes shut, holding back a sob and scream.

No no no no one was supposed to die, why were they killing each other?! In the back of his mind, there was something picking and eating away at his consciousness, his breaths getting shorter and heavier. Katsuki was panicking again. He’s not going to be of any help with the upcoming trial...

Natsuko was in shock. Not about Ohito, because admittedly she didn’t care about him at all- he was only fun to mess with- but her secret was going to be broadcast throughout Japan? Well, it was okay if everyone in here knew, because she didn’t care what they thought, but her fans? What would her loyal, devoted fans do if they realized...?

Haha, just kidding. She didn’t care about that either. In fact, the more controversial she became, the more fans she would acquire. And she loved drama and the attention she got from others defending her. Plus, it wasn’t all that bad of a secret, considering it happened years ago, so she brushed it aside. It was a simple, understandable mistake, and if she cried enough to the public and made excuses, she’d surely be forgiven.

That aside, the motive drop meant another body would be soon, and that meant the place would be messy with blood yet again- not her favorite thing in the world. 

However, there was one tiny thing that piqued her interest... 

Natsuko, admittedly, wanted no part of the trial. It was silly, and dumb, and she didn’t do her hair right, so it had been bugging her the whole time. On the bright side, she had a new admiration for Eita. What a good kid- obeying her ridiculous whims and whatnot. On the other hand, she hated the “knight”- could you really call him that?- more than ever.

So, she headed towards the second floor, but found no rooms to her liking, much to her dismay. Instead, she spend a good six or so minutes staring at the elevator door and hitting the button “DOWN” more times than she could count. It didn’t seem to work, but maybe if she was persistent- or rather, annoying- enough, it might do something?

Nope, it didn’t. But what instead happened was likely her looking like a fool to anyone who passed by. She didn’t care- when did Natsuko ever? She just continued pressing the buttons with more and more gusto the more time went on. 

“Come on, come on, come on!” 

Natsuko held her breath and glared at the other students. She looked lovely, as per usual, and even went to lengths to do her hair really nicely for the event. So why, out of all the people in this damned place, was she NOT elected the prom queen- or even the king, for fuck’s sake. She’d be happy with any title so long as a crown was on her head. 

Granted, the winners were now blinded, but Natsuko wouldn’t have minded the repercussions of fame. Just so long as she got to live in the moment, to be the center of attention. But now she knew just how her classmates felt about her; she’d have to step up her game just a little and outdo Peach Law next time. 

Well then. His mind was kinda foggy. He didn’t know exactly how he’d ended up in this gym, but he was here and so was seventeen classmates. Katsurou didn’t know if they recalled anything or not, but he wasn’t about to go around asking on the off chance that they arrived through normal means and he just fell asleep or something. Whatever the case, the answer eluded him.

So instead, he went off to the smoothie bar and started making himself a smoothie. A nice healthy drink of the fruity variety. As he turned off the blender and began to pour it into a glass, he noticed that a nearby student had thrown him a glance.

“Oh, hey there.”

Katsurou wasn’t rude. If somebody was there, he was going to be nice and offer them one as well.

“I suppose while I’m here, d’you want a smoothie?”

Well, this was certainly not going to plan. The funeral planner had simply been walking down a school hallway, when she noticed a bouquet of flowers set up for decoration purposes. But... They were all in the wrong order. Who had even arranged these? It was like they’ve never seen a good bouquet in their life! She stopped, looking to the left and then the right to make sure nobody was there, before stepping over and sorting them into a prettier pattern. 

However, her hand slipped, and she accidentally knocked the vase onto the floor, water spilling everywhere. Oh. She crouched down to pick it up, but as she started to straighten herself, she slipped on the water. Roxi hit the ground with a thud, and with her height it resembled a tree collapsing.

“Ah, son of a b...”

She soon realised that someone was there, and quickly changed her aggressive tone and expression