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"EVILDOERS BEST BEWARE! I AM HOPE'S PEAK SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MAGICAL BOY, INTERGALACTIC PRINCE MAHOU SHOUNEN KURO☆KOMETUTO! EN GAAAARDE! ! ! " { affiliated with dr: despair days }

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Umeko looked at the stationary in her hands and blinked curiously. The young magical boy who was often seen bouncing around the island with Nodame and the others had invited her to tea at the Cafe? She couldn’t deny such a polite and rather adorable invitation. Folding the paper between her fingers and smiling quietly to herself, Umeko ran her fingers through her hair to straighten the locks as she exited the apartment complex and headed down the road to meet Komet at the Saltspray Cafe as directed.

She hadn’t ever spoken to him before, but recalled that he was quick to come to her defense when they woke up on the island a few weeks ago. She ought to repay his kindness somehow if possible.

As the door of the cafe opened with a small twinkle of a bell chime, Umeko looked around for the young boy, vermillion eyes peering for any trace of violet or pink she could.

“Komet-kun, I apologize if I am late; Thank you so much for inviting me to join you this afternoon. Was there, perhaps, something you needed of me?”

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Komet scuttled about the Saltspray, filling his arms with various teas, sweeteners, and teacakes, preparing for the purrsonal  time he planned for he and Umeko. They had only encountered once, excluding the monomotives, trials, and such, back when they first arrived on the island. Even then, it was extremely brief. He arranged the items carefully on a nearby table then retreated to the kitchen to fetch the kettle and teacups. The boy returned just as the chime resounded and the class rep made her entrance. 

Komet stared at her at first, eyes fixated on her perfect hair then her perfect face and ultimately lingering longest on her perfect lips. An ill feeling pricked at his innards. Illicit thoughts brought his blood to a roaring boil. How dare them... with her... A hint of a grimace flickered over his features only to be quickly replaced smile wide as Black Smoke.

“Oh, no no no! You made great time! Purrfect even, hehe!” he waved her over to the table, sliding out a seat her to site as well before taking his own. “Not exactly! I just wanted to see you! I don’t get to see everyone, and you’re the first person I thought of!” 

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Eternally Ethereal | reaction

Komet finally wondered back into the apartment complex after the nighttime announcement. He hadn’t gone anywhere in particular, his feet did all the leading and such, just out of Nodame’s hair whilst she recovered. They were spending a lot time with one another already, and he didn’t want to seem too clingy. Plus, the peace and quiet probably did her better than his loud, obnoxious, company. 

Soft stench wafted into his nostrils, but Komet waved it away. Unless someone was dead, he was too tired to care.

And, of course, he spoke too soon. 

At the base of the steps, the magical boy heard someone screaming, and he sped up stairway before he could get trampled by the alerted others. He stopped on the third floor, his floor, pace slowed, preparing himself for the sight to come. He turned the corner, and his breath left his body. Why... why her?

“Stella...? H-hey... Stella...” he spoke soft and grim while approaching her body. Thankfully, Komet wasn’t frightened. 

Okay, maybe was less frightened than usual. He fought the urge to run away, to hide under his covers until someone dragged him out for the trial. To combat his remaining cowardice, he inched even closer. The only thing he could do is protect the others by finding her killer. His lack of screaming or tears didn’t mean he wasn’t sorrowed by the sight. He knew Stella (or Usou). Well, at least knew of her. She was one of the first people he met on this kooky killer island. And now she was gone...

“Miss Ethereal, he’s so sorry to see you like this. He found you so scary but sweet like... like... like, o-oh! He found you like Halloween candy!” he spoke his regards in her funny little quirk “He promises to find your killer so you can knock ‘em around in the afterlife! He promises as KURO☆KOMETUTO!”  

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NOW I’M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND

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Absolute Hissterics | motive reaction

If Komet could survive the last motive, he could definitely do it again. Yeah, yeah, Monobear did have some sensitive information and insight into his... purrsonal life, but it wasn’t dire enough for him to go batshit and kill someone in order to protect them. They were... they should’ve been able to protect themselves if this farce was remotely real. Part of him still believed that this was an completely elaborate hoax despite having found his classmate’s counterterrorizing corpse and watching another die in real time. Komet was in show business. He knew the ways of movie magic. Hell, it’s what made him magical in the first place.  Maybe, just maybe, they were on another part of the island, actually enjoying themselves. This little motive business may just be there time to go get some ice cream while keeping this despair realistic. 

Komet took the envelope with a sigh. What secret could they possibly find? He was an absolute hero, an innocent protector of man, a precious sinless prince from outer space, completely spotless.

...except for that. 

“I... I... No... I... h-h-how!?”

The boy’s eyes widened. His fingers slowly curled around the note as if to throttle the life out of it. He didn’t understand. The most carefully guarded secret of his career, his life even, just shared to him by a walking shitstain parading as a school chaperon. His florid face began to bleed over his makeup. All he could wonder was how? How did he even find this. The only people who knew where the people he threatened to take away, and even then, they weren’t even supposed to know. Maybe getting rid of them could’ve been an improve me. They probably squealed, the leeches, still bleeding me even now.

Komet was too lost in his own internal fuming to notice the danger Nodame has but herself in. It wasn’t until Chika’s shout, that brought him back into the explosive real world. 

“NODAME!”

Komet screeched on the top of his lungs. He sped over to her, almost tripping in the process, dropping to his knees to see if she was at least breathing. Through thick sobs and soft hiccups, he found her pulse and exhaled with shaky relief. 

“Nodame... why!? You can’t do that!” he screeched, pulling at her limp arm “That all that he wants, our emotions o-out of control! First you try to harm him, and next, you’re going to kill someone! You’re not gonna leave me here! No one deserves that! I... I-i mean, we... none of us can brave this without you!” 

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Salty & Sweet | Closed (Seiji)

Now that we’re still alive and got some time to ourselves, let’s talk about... aaaall that that just happened back there. Your, uh, performance, if you will. Okay, I get it; alien kid with no concept of human social cues despite being on Earth for, what, three years? But, for the love of everything cosmic and gimmicky, you gotta cut back on the tears. A hero’s tears are like a unicorn’s, rare and precious, used for the pinnacle of emotion.  But you, dude, your tear ducts on gonna strike after this. If you’re gonna keep callin’ yourself a Cosmic Chevalier or whatever, stop the waterworks. It’s not helping. Get your shit together. You have to get tougher. You need to get-

“Ice cream. I need to get ice cream.”

I was gonna say ‘serious’, but whatevs... 

Komet’s wandering feet conveniently placed him in-front of the Saltspray cafe. He hadn’t eaten much since he’d gotten here, only nibbling on some light snack just to say he ate something. This, on top of all this live or death nonsense, left the boy a hollow shell of what he once was... a less hollow shell. In terms of hollowness, he was a brittle boy that would no down crumble into Komet crumbs if someone so much as looked a him funny. He inched past the foreboding coffee machines and scuttled towards the the freezer. Glancing back at the panties, he wonder where the stock came from if they were preeeettty much isolated. 

Another wonder for another time. 

The magical boy stacked tub after tub on top of one another then dumped them on a nearby shelf. He didn’t even know what flavors he picked, but there was no such thing as bad ice cream. Next, he reached for a bowl the size of his head. He had absolutely no one to tell him he couldn’t have head-sized, last meal worthy ice cream. He wondered how many scoops to get. 

Well, there’s, uh... one scoop for every hour Mr. Terrorist’s body stewed before you and King found ‘em! Or... One scoop for every time you and Nodame cried! Or, oho, one scoop for every spike rammed into the Boxerchick!

“I think I lost my appetite.”

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The Sharpest Lives | Ch1 Execution Reaction

Komet couldn’t breathe. 

His head was spinning. 

Every inch of him was numb and growing number by the second. Heaven knows it took his all to keep standing. From the moment Monobear mentioned an execution through the deliberations to the very moment it actually happened, he was silent. He didn’t know what to make of this. In the back of mind, he hoped, he waited, he wanted to hear the director call cut. He struggled to find this all real. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be real.

As soon as they were released from the travesty, Komet nudged (and possibly shoved) his way to Nodame. He couldn’t do this anymore. At every turn, he found himself breaking. Soon enough there wouldn’t be anything left of him, but a corpse, killing fodder for the next harrowing motive. He curled his fingers around the end of her shirt and buried his face into their back to hide his forming tears. 

“N-nodame... dame... C-can I stay...” he blubbered between sloppy blouse staining sobs, clenching tighter “C-c-can I just... st-stay with you tonight? I don’t want anyone to kill me... o-or you! OR ANYONE I JUST... I-i don’t know anymore!”

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「 Chapter 1 | Body Inspections // Nodame+Komet」

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Nodame found themselves becoming increasingly tense as time wore on because how much time did they really have? The idea of heading straight towards this examination with little to no proof on who the actual killer was made her nauseous. Despite how everyone was coming together as a group and finding evidence alongside their peers, it left Nodame with very little options to investigate on her own. 

But as she lingered, something felt off. As if there was something missing. Physical evidence was vital to finding out who had murdered their classmate… but there had been a struggle. She thought, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Someone had obviously fought Sadao Isayuki and someone had managed hurt him. Kill him even. It doesn’t seem possible considering he was part of the Special Defense Forces. He wouldn’t go down without a… Nodame blinked at the soft epiphany. A fight. There was a fight and -

“Oh my god.”

Her breath caught in horror, quickly realizing that their window of opportunity was slowly closing on them. Who knew if they would be able to check later or if the murderer would have hidden any evidence of it! They already had a head start compared to everyone else and Nodame was losing time. Hastily, she conversed with Monobear and after a rather lengthy argument, Nodame acquired what she needed. As if holding a weapon, she wield the Megaphone with fear and awe. She knew what she had to do but what about the details?

 Komet apparently caught up to speed with her plan and pulled her aside and they talke They had no time to waste. She cleared her throat and opened her eyes, determined.

“I know this is asking a lot but due to the lack of time to handle this situation in a more sensitive manner, we don’t have much of a choice. I will be conducting the inspections in the Citizen Square! For those of you who value their privacy, we can move to the Conference room for a individual, private search that will be conduct by me personally!”

She hesitated, looking down at Komet whom nodded and gave her a rather cheery smile. Yeah, it definitely helped to have him by her side.

“My own search will be conducted by, um, Komet-san who volunteer for my sake. If you don’t submit to a body inspection, you are liable to be labeled suspicious and it won’t help anyone if we can’t clear your name! We just… we want everyone to be free from any suspicions, so please consider submitting to the body inspection.” 

She bit her lip and continued with the details, “Each search is to inspect for any injuries or bruises on the body. If you have any, you are to explain the circumstances behind them. After everyone has been searched for appearance, we will do a few exercises to reveal anything we might have missed such as sprain ankles. The short exercises will be five jumping jacks and traditional morning stretches. You don’t have to excel at these so long as you show you are able to move.

“At trial, I will describe any body inspection that seems relevant to the case and I will list the names of those who did that submit to the test. This is one of our best options to catch the killer… and I hope you realize that too.”

She bow, lowering the megaphone solemnly.

“Thank you for your time.”

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For those submitting to the Body Inspection Publicly, Please Reply to this Thread. To those submitting to the Body Inspection Privately, Please Submit to Nodame’s Submission Box. Please be honest with your inspection. Also note there will be no information–aside from the case–that will be given without IC/OOC consent.}

“Nodame-dame-dame! I’m ready! I’m totally fine with an inspection!” Komet interjected, waving his hands and bouncing about. 

 It wasn’t like he had anything to hide. With a knit brow and nimble fingers he began undo all his ribbons and buttons and zippers and the like. His costume was a lot for one person. One he was, completely undressed, he posed... rather awkwardly; the island’s air was a lot cooler than he remembered.

“Ta-da! If I’d planned, I woulda worn my kitty boxers, hehe!”

He proceeded to do his exercises as speedily as possible before any of the more modest students could see. Aside from having all the muscle mass and leanness of a withered bean sprout, there were no distinguishable anomalies,  scars or bruises of any kind on the magical boy’s body. 

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The silent they received echoed.

Nodame knew others were speaking. She could see the sneer in their expression, to see the panic, and fear. She could see their mouths moved, but not a sound came out. She realized that as her anger fled her, abandoned her like they were abandoning him - the boy on the ground, the dead boy with the ghost of a smile on his face. What was left was a bitter ache where her heart was suppose to reside but was thus abandoned as well. They passed her as if she was a ghost, as if she was the unseen and the unheard, and maybe she was at this rate.

Tears left drying streaks down her face, her eyes burning from those still unshed and those that were too tired to come. So she stood there, stood as Hayato gave her a hesitant glance and passed her, stood as Rie passed her with a sneer and all the others that fell into place. Because no one would answer her because everyone wanted a happy ending. Even if that happy ending included the end of someone else’s. Her knees gave in and she kneel towards the ground, unable to stand the sight of the others, or her own self-defeat. 

This was it, wasn’t it? This was the end? This is what it’s going to come down to? Self-preservation? She thought, her lips still parted to scream but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. Why deny the truth when it’s right in front of their eyes? Her hair shadowed her eyes, the burden of truth weighing down on their shoulders and she breathed a prayer that maybe it wasn’t so bad. That maybe she could still do something.

Anything.

And that’s when her ears perked at the sound of screaming that soon dwindled down to whimpers and falsified laughter, hollowed and fearful, and she turned and saw the tiny hero alone, and trying to cope as the others tried as well. She heard his words and wondered how a hero, all disguise and no reveal, could feel under their costume. She wondered if she could ever keep a mask on for so long. Their own would break in the end, if not already. And Nodame only wanted for him to keep his on for a little longer. To keep the illusion that their was a hero amongst them.

“K-Komet... Komet-san…” 

She reached out to him, hands slow and hesitant, wondering if he’ll reject her touch, reject her essences like the others. Their heart ached even further, just by the mere thought. But she continued because what else could she do but try? 

Her lips curled up in a blatantly broken smile but she still did so. “H-Hey you! It’s alright, we’re both still here and we’re both still friends. W-We’ll,” Her voice hitched with repressed tears, still smiling, “W-We’ll make it out of here just fine. But until then, we should go on an adventure.”

She nodded along with her own words, as if indulging him, but there was a silent plead for him to indulge her. Let her pretend that she could still help, she could still protect those around her however she could. After all, what could they really do when they were all alone? Oh god, they were all alone, weren’t they? She moved to embrace him, pulling him to their chest, hoping it was the right thing to do.

“W-We’ll find out who did this and we’ll send the bad guy far, far away… where they’ll never hurt us. We’ll investigate and become even better heroes than we are now and if anything tries to stop us,” Her voice cracked, “I’ll just protect you. Okay?”

Komet delirium-backed snickers dissolved into heavy sobbing. He knew all this emotion or pretending wouldn’t get anyone anywhere. In fact, it made things worse. He was wasting time. Every second spent with theatrics helped the killer. Despite this, that couldn’t stop the tears. He wept for Sadao. He wept for the others. He even wept for the killer. They fell for monobear’s trap, putting the killing game into motion. It didn’t justify the crime, but the intent to kill... had been understandable.

He felt someone approach him, and they boy jumped, easing somewhat once he recognized it was Nodame. He had let her down twice now. Seems they had a knack for finding Komet at his worst, when he was nothing but a sniveling snot-nosed child instead of the superhero he claimed to be. He quivered into their embrace, staining her shirt with still-sliding tears. He tried to speak, but all his strained throat could muster was a dried out squeak. He nodded instead. 

If Komet were dreaming, that would make Nodame a figment too, and he didn’t want that. She grounded him, kept him in his skin. Who knows what he’d do without them. He rather not think about that, to be honest. If he had any reason to keep going, it be them. They didn’t deserve any of this. No one of them did. He attempted to speak once more, his voice small and fragile. 

“No, I’m suppose to protect you...” he mumbled, word muffled by her frame “I’m sorry. I’m so so so so sorry, Nodame. I-i just got too w-worked up. I didn’t think this would actually happened... someone believed him and... and...” He latched onto them to prevent another weeping wave. After a good minute of slow breaths and mental reassembling, Komet looked up at her, eyes ruddy but determined.

“No matter what it takes, we’re gonna find the bad guy and win! No more victims! Only heroes!”

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Pink Ponies, Happy Thoughts | reaction

“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH”

Komet hadn’t stopped screaming, a wild, unyielding cry pitched in the key of despair sharp. They reverberated against the alley walls and crashed against his skull for deathly headache. Maybe, if he kept screaming, he was bound to wake up from shock! Any second he’d wake up in a cold sweat! But not in that musty dorm room, his real bedroom, with his favorite goose-feather pillows and Stardust… (oh God, where was Stardust when he needed him!? ) 

What’s more grizzly than a corpse, right? Especially one found under rubble with pipes and blood! He’s never had dreams so demented! Thoroughly convinced this was all just a bad dream, Komet kept screaming. He even pinched himself all the while for good measure. Instead, a speck of dust brought his shrieking to an even louder choking halt. He stumbled back into a classmate and admitted a small rasped squeak as if “the killer” were behind him. (Well, he wasn’t wrong.) Maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t tried hard enough! This was no problem at all@ He was still dreaming! Boy, this was some deep sleep, amirite? He shook his head, giggling now, in complete denial. 

“ ♫ This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening! La-la la la la! NOT HAPPENING. I’M GONNA WAKE UP AND BE HOOOME-HOME-HOOOOOME! ♫ “  

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