#nova e. sinclair

Warm, Michi’s smile was warm. It was different, but the same from before all the murder and terrible things started there. “Okay” Hikari’s voice was barely above a whisper. It was nice to see that smile again, it lifted something in the pit of her stomach. It felt like something was caught in her throat, a little voice saying maybe there was still some hope left after all.

Of course the weird government bastard had to ruin the moment. She rolled her eyes as he approached, lowering herself slightly to get in a battle ready stance. She looked at him with disgust and contempt, he really pissed her off. “Are you stupid or something? It was pretty obvious Watanabe wasn’t gonna be any fucking help. Only an idiot would think otherwise.”

Putting on a tone mocking of his she put a finger to her face. “Oh uuuuuwu, maybe you both deserve to die, uuuu listen to me, respect me, I’m a fucking moron who wants to sound like he knows shit because he’s a piece of shit in power uuueeu oh, fear me uuugu” She laughed, making sure to stare him right in the face while she did. “If anyone deserved to die here pal, it’s fucking you asshole. Nothing says scum of the earth like serial killer that specializes in murdering kids, you sick twisted bastard!”

Raising one hand it seemed like she was going to shift gears into the defensive, but instead she flipped him off. She wasn’t taking none of this old bastards shit. “Eat an ass scum, if I had it my way you’d wish it was you that drowned. Even if it ain’t my way, I’m still gonna make you eat and choke on those words fucker!”

The cosplayer was ready to say her answer.

Until she heard everyone else's.

She didn't answer Nova when he offered her his ID card, she only yelled at him during that time.

The cosplayer tensed up when she felt someone touch her, she didn't want to be touched right now, but she didn't reject it either. Michi's anger flared up again, but this time she wouldn't let it escape, she wouldn't take it out on her friend who only wanted to console her.

The brunette grinded her teeth as she heard the cracking of bones and breaking of glass, only stopping to look up after the sounds could no longer be heard. She nodded to Hikaru thanking her, but being touched right now made her feel worse. If he loved me so much, why did he kill someone to do it?

She stood up noticing the ID card on her podium, Michi checked her pocket to find that hers was still there, only realizing that it was Novas. Suddenly, she remembered his words, she was so blinded by anger that his words didn't reach her until now. 'Please, at the very least, take this. If you go into my room, everything will be explained. I just… In case I don’t have time here'

She wiped her remaining tears away, "I want to be alone, sorry." She said quietly to Hikaru before grabbing the ID card, she turned around and stopped.

She suddenly remembered something very important.

Swifty, she pocked the other ID card and gripped her podium tightly, glaring at the monos. "Hey!" Her voice was shaky, yet strong "I have a few questions for you, concerning the Mastermind Vote!" She announced, if somebody like Nova could kill Dorobo and make such a straight face, then why couldn't one of their 'friends' have been the mastermind behind it all.

It was time to vote, but Michi didn't want to believe it was Nova. There wasn't even a high chance it was him either, so it's not like she was fooling herself. No, she had to make sure that Hikari was wrong, that they were all wrong.

Michi turned to Nova, her eyes glassy from tears that may or may not fall; "Nova, did you do it? Did you kill Dorobo Fujiyama?" The cosplayers voice was firm, there was no room for kindness right now, she had to know the truth, she had to know who was the one who truly broke her trust.

Eisuke frowned tiredly at Nova's vote; didn't he JUST PROVE it wasn't him?

"Dude... I just went out of my way to prove to YOU that I was innocent and that the notebook wasn't mine... Ask the dragon or any of those other woodland animals, I haven't left the radio room in DAYS... I didn't even know Dama-san was the one who'd been murdered... It was already ruled out that I couldn't have killed Dama-san... Do I honestly look like I could kill anyone right now...? Let's be honest, I'm sleep deprived and haven't eaten... Besides, how would you know if I even had the strength to kill him? Dama-san is a brick house. There's no way I could have killed him in my condition. You have no evidence and no proof that it was me and the only evidence you DID have has already been discredited as mine."

Eisuke finished, his hands gripping the podium as his arms and legs started to shake a bit from the energy he used to argue and defend himself.

"Hell, if you wan't further proof, HERE..."

Eisuke pulled off his headphones and sweater and placed them on the podium before removing his t-shirt, revealing a thin physique with arms that very minimal amount of muscle. He stood with his arms out and turned around for everyone to see; no bruises. None. Not on his arms, his chest, his back, OR his waist. He then turned back to Nova and put his arms back down again.

"What else do I have to do to prove to YOU that I'm not the one who killed Dama-san? Or ANYONE for that matter? Nair-san. You. Have. No. Evidence. Against. Me. So stop trying to pin something on someone who is clearly innocent..."

Eisuke ordered before he reached over and picked his shirt back up again. Once on, he grabbed his headphones and his iPod and pulled out the holding case for the device, sliding it back on his arm and slipping his music into it.