A Mastermind's Mind

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Kiibo freezes, eyes glowing a lighter neon blue; it pulses softly despite its harsh light. and He slowly steps back into the stairway, closing the door until there's only a crack with stray bits of snow slipping in.

Miu doesn't so much as spare him a glance. She's already stalked away from the stairs anyway. A bit of him registers faintly that Kokichi is looking at him, do something do something please just do something already! But he can feel his body functions stutter to a halt, pressing himself against the wall as if waiting for something.

Someone?

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Kaito looks antsy.

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Miu reaches out as Kokichi flinches back. Her gaze is ice; her grin is unnaturally wide. It's desperate, and then—

Gonta crashes out from his hiding place, toilet paper fluttering and landing on Miu's shoulders, almost lace-like, before tightening around her neck. The fear of asphyxiation and who who who?! fills her with something like fear , and behind the blurry haze of desperate gasps and pain-twisted convulsions, she can see violet irises that widen in confusion and muffled yelling.

The pain subsides, and she's hacking, gulping heaving breaths of air.

Loud sniffling sounds begin as a brown, blurry lump collapses, holding tight to what could've been her very own murder weapon. Toilet paper. What a way to go. "H-haha," what escapes her mouth is nothing short of a pained whisper, and she grasps at her heart while laughing hysterically.

"How goddamn ironic! The mastermind, someone's whose killed what now? Seven people? Saves me? Oh, i'm so fucking sorry, did I run out of use to you? Gyhahaha-haa!" She rubs her throat, looking back at Gonta, who's quiet, staring disconsoably at the murder weapon in his hands.

Kokichi for once looks completely and utterly confused for some unknown reason. She checks over her words again, mentally. Nothing he couldn't understand, unless he was feigning innocence.

"Miu," he reaches before hesitating, looking unsure of himself. "What...do you mean?" His hand is closer now; her hand is free. A tap to the arm is all it takes before he goes stock still. his eyes dart around in subdued surprise. Miu raises her hammer, swinging it around her like a maniac, successfully warding away Gonta and making Kokichi wince at every slash of the air that whips mercilessly at his face.

She grunts a bit, cackling as the hammer whips closer and closer to Kokichi's face while he was powerless to stop it. Originally, she meant the murder to be a painless one. But...

"Who is so—fucking— stupid enough to set a wallpaper of yourself into your own mastermind thingamajig?!" She taps him lightly at first with the tip, just enough to graze his skin with rough metals, beads of crimson pink stain the white clothes. Gonta is temporarily incapacitated, downed by a rogue hammer swing. For the first time in a while, Kokichi is utterly incapacitated — alone.

Kokichi realizes he is at the mercy of an insane inventory who is thirsty for his blood. He winces at the next scrape, and the next, and the next and the next and the next and the next—

She attacks with a intoxicated fervor, gleeful and excited at the cuts, happy for the sharp edges of the tool that came like that. Kokichi is quiet, hissing at every other gash or scrape, knowing that his body back in the real world was fine, was fine, was fine , but—

She raises the hammer; he winces at the sting of blood that attempts to invade his eyes. He's kneeling on the ground, as if bowing to someone, and it takes such a damn blow to his pride as he lowers his head quietly.

Kiibo...where is...

The door squeals open, hitting the wall with a hard thud, as someone dashes to Miu. They grab her from behind,causing her to growl in momentary confusion before she hits the ground with her assailant. They seem to be grappling furiously, and Gonta is shaking off his dizziness awkwardly.

Dark blue invades his vision, pain and aches everywhere. Something pink and... He hits the ground groggily. He feels like... he was bleeding out. And he was, wasn't he? The blue blob tries to gather him up in their arms; they succeed halfway.

He melts into the touch, letting out a carefully restrained sob every time the other person's clothes brush his cuts. "...ma-kun..ouma-kun..shh, you're alright, you'll be fine..." They gather up his little avatar, and run off to what he thinks is...

What he thinks is...

Kokichi falls asleep in Shuichi's arms.

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It's been so long I'm sorry ;w;