#islandsofdespair

Kazuhiko stood in the kitchens, mixing slowly.  Gone was the fire that used to consume him while he baked.  Akito was gone...Akito who was sweeter than anyone here.  Who liked his sweets.  Who rode the Ferris wheel with him.  

He piped the dollops of meringue batter on the baking sheet as he shuffled through the kitchen, sighing heavily.  Adrian was still kind...and of course he still had Takumi...and the explorers club...that stupid idea to try to keep them all together.

"Kazuki can fucking die though."

The phrase was odd on his tongue...he didn't have experience wishing anyone ill...nor experience cursing.  What could he say, he was sheltered.

Everyone knew he was here.  He hardly left the kitchen , except to ride a few rides.  His smile grew weak and his eyes had bags.  Sleep came very rarely.  The piles of cookies and cakes grew higher...but there was almost no one left to eat them.

[ The house of mirrors. At moonlight, it was kinda creepy. But I liked it. The whole room is still trashed from the murder, but the body... is completely gone. All the mirrors had been fixed, presumably by that bear. 

I look at Mien's mirror. It's staring at me... I don't believe in ghosts, but... it's like it's smiling at me. That's... that's not even everything. I feel like every single mirror is staring at my soul, judging me.

It really isn't my fault, you know. It really isn't. But still... I don't believe in stupid ghosts, so I just keep moving.

My mirror.

I want to know what's in that secret passageway... It was not related to the case, yeah, but still... it's a secret I want to figure it out. But I'm guessing it's still locked... but why?

What's in there? 

I just keep looking at my mirror, when I see the spirits of all my friends behind me. Judging me.

Kazuhiko walked into the room, hearing the news.  But that couldn't be true...right?  There was so many more fun times to have....everyone loved Akito.  He was so good....he...no, he had to see...it was probably a mistake...it had to be.

As Kazuhiko walked in he sunk to his knees.  "Akito...wake up Akito, right?  This is all a joke.  We had more time to spend together, right?  I...I made more of those gelees for you....I made cookies and cakes and everything you liked....please don't go...please don't leave me now..."  Big, fat, ugly tears began to fall from his eyes.  He sobbed, unable to move for a few minutes, only crying and clutching the body.

He wiped the tears from hsi eyes, and got up.  How could they just leave him here, like this?  He was the sweetest...the gentlest of them.  This wasn't fair!  That bastard Kazuki...no one liked him!  Why couldn't he die!  Why couldn't anyone else but him die!

He stood up, shaking with a rage he had never felt before.  Despite Kazuhiko's wishes, he knew how Akito felt towards romance.  And he knew the motive.  It was easy enough to put two and two together.  He was half French for god's sake.  This kind of intuition was in his blood.  It's either Mien...or it's Kazuki.  And with Kazuki collecting evidence, someone else had to.  he would not let Akito's memory be disgraced.

[ Eeh. Pretty boring. I'm not sure if I should investigate this, since I framed something... But, you think I'm gonna let the idiots investigate this bullshit? As if! I'm going to investigate this right, I didn't actually get to investigate this...

So let's see. I bow down to the body, and... I make his body face me. It looked like it was hiding or something, that's pretty bad. His eyes were closed, so... 

I open them just for a while. Yup.

Then, closely I close them again... ]

"Requiecast in pace. I always wanted to say that."

[ Yeah, I actually did. Now, let's stop this silliness and let's investigate. I touch his whole body, no stone unturned - every single pocket, every single wound, everything.

Early morning, after the trial of Athena, any one of the current resident's of Monoworld's castle could find this small letter under their door.

"Hello everyone!  This is Kazuhiko speaking!

I realise we have all been through a most trying time together these past days, and depression is easy to succumb to.  But I stress we musn't lose hope, because that will only breed further unrest.  Instead, I propose we join together to have some more fun with our time, and become closer to one another.

Thereby, I propose the start of the Monoworld Explorers Club!  Together, we willspend time together riding rides, trying the different foods of each new land, taking photographs and writing journals on the park, and more!  In addition to being fun, it couldn't hurt to have a better idea of the parks layout, even if the possibility of escape is slim.  And of course, with me heading the club, refreshments will always be accounted for!

[ Now that was fucking awesome. Man, these executions are just... getting way cooler with time. But hey. It's pretty... gore-y, still. Kinda gross. But still... Hey. I want that coffee. And I'm still disappointed by a lot of things.

Chiemi said I couldn't talk, so I won't. I'm pretty okay, though. Thanks for asking. But... what's up? What's up. I don't know. It's like... i don't know. I want to watch an anime or some shit, maybe... Super Friends or whatever. Is this even an anime?

I feel like smoking, too. But let's be a good friend and eat some candy cigs that she gave me. Because I love candy cigs. Not really. But hey. Candy fucking cigs are the best.

Did she poison this? ]

[ Why I am at the singer's door? I just had this sudden urge to visit it, somehow. It's weird - it's like I have this feeling on my throat, just... dry and dead, every time I pass by here. So, I don't believe in ghosts or any of this crap, that's bullshit. But... I don't know, nobody is watching it, right? Just a dumbass starring at a door, that's it. And even if ghosts exist, they can read minds, right? Whatever. Let's just... talk.

I hated you. I hated you so much, singer. No one ever supported me, I was abandoned all the time. Nobody wanted to be friends with "the blue-haired weirdo" and my parents... well, what can I say? Abandoned me too. But you, singer. You? Never. You had everything in your hand.

One day, in seventh grade, I think... Nobody noticed me at all. Until one day, I broke my own arm on purpose, so I could get at least a bit of attention from everyone. And I got 18 cards, that I keep under my bed until this very day.

But still... I think it was not hatred I felt for you, but yes, jealously. I wanted to be like you, but in the end, all turned into hate when you did that murder.  I understand your point of view, you were scared, but still. I would be okay if you just murdered someone and confessed, but you lied.

But even though. My respect for you, which was... a lot, just went all away at the trial. I respected you a lot, singer. You were my inspiration, and I just felt so betrayed. 

But in the end, does it matter? Does it matter that I feel this way? I... honestly don't know.