#mutxremundi

Continued from here!

No. No, no no. 

Not like this. Not like this. For the love of god, not like this.

Kokichi was at Shuichi’s side, immediately pulling off his checkered scarf to use as a makeshift bandage for Shuichi’s head wound. He pressed his hand against the fabric, against Shuichi’s wound, trying to keep him from bleeding.

His hand started to feel wet and sticky from blood. This wasn’t working.

Hadn’t they promised to be friends? That meant Shuichi couldn’t die here, right?

   “S-shut up, hang in there! Don’t say things like that! You’re going to be fine!”

But really, he was out of his league. He had no medical training. He had no idea what to do. Should he leave and get help? Should he cry out for help? 

What, what, what should he do?

He was already shaking, already crying. The bomb that had gone off had blown him back, too, but he was much further away and thus only had a few scrapes and bruises that were just starting to swell.

   “God damn it, so help me y-you better not give up! I’ll figure something out, just--just give me a minute!” 

Did they even have a minute? He wasn’t sure.

Papalymo hadn’t been doing nothing in his time while trying to figure out his magic again, and this just proved it. If he had been just wearing his regular thaumaturge outfit then that attack would have hurt. But he wasn’t wearing that. Instead he had been wearing Malito’s dark knight armor that he lent him since the warrior of light insisted. It wasn’t too heavy, but it blocked attacks well enough. Then again Lyse wouldn’t know that since it was currently glamoured to his scion thaumaturge outfit.

Another long-winding day at school, he thought: but thankfully, it was after school, now. Normally Seiichi would head straight to the train station so he could go home, but he decided he’ll stop somewhere to get something to eat, most likely at some ramen joint.

At he was walking, he was passing by a tennis court. There, he saw a girl that didn’t have the school uniform of his, so she must have been from a different high school. And it looked as if she was either about to play against the other person, or maybe just beat them?

“................” If she was about to challenge them, then it’d probably make for an interesting match to see. So, Seiichi heads over to one of the benches so he could sit and watch. Though, he hopes they won’t notice him, since he’s not even sure if he’s ‘allowed’ to watch.

{ 真実 } “Saihara-kun, right? I understand if you’re still a bit disoriented.”

Thankfully, their mission had been a success - Hajime had managed to snatch the remaining survivors of the 53rd season away from the watchful eyes of Team Danganronpa. After making sure they weren’t further injured, Naegi’s partner had left the kids in his care. He planned to ask them questions soon enough, but as the detective was the de facto leader, he had to start with Saihara first.

Of course they had treated their prisoner in such a crude, deplorable manner. Their lack of decency was pitiful. Procuring a small knife, any bindings on the boy’s form were sliced off. How she got here was her little secret, all he had to know was that she had snuck in and managed to get to his location.

“A laguz queen, huh? I sure like the sound of that.”