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“Guns? In a Japanese car chase scene? Booooring!”
Shuichi couldn’t say anything, but then he was laughing too, overwhelmed by fear and relief and anger. He had come too far to lose Kokichi now. He rolled down his window and took aim. The first several paintball shots missed. The person aimed the gun at his head and his heart stopped and it was too late to pull his head back in and the attacker--
Hesitated.
“Now!” Kokichi shouted and it shocked Shuichi enough to fire.
When Shuichi said that “Rock, Paper, Scissors” was his favorite D.I.C.E. song so far, Kokichi’d said, “Hm, I wonder if it was about you, Shuichi! Would you believe me if I said it was?”
“I... Probably not, honestly,” Shuichi had answered.
“Taking me out ?” He repeats. “I hope you mean it in the sense that you are going to kill me. Not that you are dragging me to another nightclub. Kaito, you saw what happened last time. I’ll never be able to watch the discovery channel the same way, thanks for that.”
“S-saihara-chan!” Ouma finally said. He glared up at Saihara. “No fair, you’re playing dirty! I’m the one who’s supposed to be all lovey-dovey! You’re supposed to be playing the role of the flustered one!”
Saihara frowned and made puppy eyes at Ouma. “But I like it when you’re flustered…”
"Now close your eyes and hold still for me," she instructed.
He grinned up at her, both eyes wide open, and started to wiggle obnoxiously in his seat. Right, trust issues. "One eye?" she bargained. He conceded with an exaggerated sigh.
His one available pupil traced the path of the applicator until it vanished behind the bridge of his nose. "Ahhhhhhh! It hurts, it hurts! Help! Shirogane-chan is poking my eye out!"
“I’ve decided I like the tongue piercing,” Shuichi tells him with a broad grin, and Rantaro’s cheeks redden again, and even though he looks a little exasperated it seems he can’t stop himself from smiling a little. “Also, I’m sure you’ll tell me all about the piercing later.” He hums, tracing Rantaro’s jaw with one hand. “Buuut I don’t wanna talk about serious stuff right now, so you’ll have to indulge me.”
“I heard screaming— I thought—” Shuichi stumbles over his words, prompting more laughter from Kokichi. “I thought somebody was hurt.”
“Oh, that was me. Did I scare you?” His smile is so bright that it’s blinding, but it doesn’t draw Shuichi’s attention away from Kokichi’s eyes. The bags underneath them are as just as profound as his own. Is this really just the light?
“You know, Kaede-chan, I knew your Goody-Two Shoes act was a front, but I never knew you’d go so far as to personally sell me off as a blood bank. Tell me, how much was I worth? This body, I’ll have you know, is premium quality—”
Much to Ouma’s chagrin, Akamatsu bursts out into laughter. When her chuckles die down to a more manageable state, the pianist continues fondly, “Don’t be so dramatic, Ouma-kun, nobody sold you off as a blood bank. It honestly slipped my mind to tell you— not that Saihara-kun being a vampire changes anything.”
“I really don’t get why you want me to do this-”
“I’m trying to monitor and distinguish-”
Immediately, Rantaro’s hands fly up in defense, silently gesturing for him to stop. “No, I don’t really care why. The only thing I ask in return is that you get me more of those Ube Mochi cookies by that bakery you know I like.”
Honestly, it was hilarious how addicted Rantaro was to those Ube cookies.
“Sure,” Shuichi agreed, chuckling. “But I warn you, I was trained by a national chess champion.”
Kokichi looked up at him, eyebrows raised in curious surprise. “Really? Is it your aunt or your uncle?”
Shuichi didn’t respond immediately, mouth hanging open in shock. “N-no, I, err… That was a lie.”
“What?” Kokichi’s expression was now mirroring Shuichi’s. “You’re fucking with me.”
The camera clicks on overhead.
He looks up, and his voice shakes as he says, “M-My name is, um—I mean—I’m O-Ouma Kokichi. I, well,” static crackles and he bites his lip as he feels sweat beading up on his forehead and on the back of his neck. “I really want to be on DanganRonpa to be, um, to be someone who can really j-just, uh, make everyone smile. L-Like someone who could bring everyone together! Ah, but,” his volume makes him too nervous, and his next words are spoken to his shoes. “I-I… I’d be happy with just being a comic relief character or something—I mean, if I could just make the audience laugh, well,” he smiles back up at the camera, caught up in his own fleeting fantasy, “I just… I think that’d be enough.
“I think… I think that would be really special.”
“I heard you scream.”
Kokichi stops. He’d known Shuichi had grown a lot from his first debut as a scared, meek detective, but he had underestimated how much he’d grow since Kaito’s ‘death.’ Since Kaito wasn’t around to back him up with confident assertions. “Great!” he says, turning back to Shuichi with a smile on his face. “I hope you enjoyed the show then.”
"Oh, alright. Anyways, we aren't stealing a dog of all things, Kokichi. Someone's looking for him, y'know?"
Gonta nodded. "It would be cruel! The owner is probably very worried."
Kokichi rolled his eyes and groaned. "Man, you guys are no fun at all. Anyways, if we keep the dog, I'm naming him Felony, and you can't stop me."
Hey, what fics are you reading atm? I'm curious :3
Hey! Right now definitely The Delinquents of Despair. It’s a rewrite-type fic of drv3 with new murders/mastermind/motives and done incredibly well! The moments leading up the the class trials and the whole cases themselves are rock solid and there’s some good characterisations :)
Another I read recently is Pancakes – A Love Song! An oumasai oneshot about the band D.I.C.E and Shuichi. It’s short and sweet with some really cute scenes, I don’t want to spoil anything!! A very fluffy fic :D
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“As I’ve stated time after time, I’m a student, just like all of you--” “Then prove it to me.” Kiibo pauses. “Pardon?” “Prove it to me that you can feel love, just like everyone else here.” Kokichi leans forward. “Kiss me!”
"Don't worry, it's not that much of a mystery. I mean, it's not like that pea-brain wannabe spaceman would read this section, would he? Even from beyond the grave, I can see him sitting in the Exisal, saying 'Notes about Saihara-kun? Who needs those! I'm Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars! I know my bro like the back of my hand!' Riiight?"