Momota's POV:

~1 Hour Before Fifth Trial~

"Are you ready?" I asked Ouma was leaning over as I got prepared to rip the arrows out of his back, "just do it already" he grunted, the poison was already taking its work, his eyes had heavy bags and he seemed tired, I could tell he was fighting just to open his eyes, not to mention crouching so I could remove the arrows.

"Ok," I muttered, I was hesitant whether or not to warn him, "on three," I told him, Ouma nodded, "one...two...THREE!" I screamed and ripped the arrow out, Ouma screamed in agony as the blood flowed out harder against the wound, his shirt getting stained.

I quickly grabbed the bandaids nearby to stop the blood flow in time for me to get the second arrow at, "one...two...THREE!" I screamed and ripped the arm one out, Ouma whimpered, as he looked back at me, he looked like death.

"Ouma? Ouma can you hear me?!" I asked, he wobbled as he nodded getting up as we headed towards the door, he kept tripping and seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness, by the sixth time he fell on the floor, "Ouma?" I asked he looked at me dazed I don't think he could even really hear me as I grabbed onto his arms and started to drag him out towards the hydraulic press.

"Hey, Momota...do you hate me?" Ouma muttered, his eyes looking off somewhere, he must have been really out of it, I didn't know whether or not to question him...he was about to die. I was about to kill him.

"I don't know" I answered, Ouma just glanced at me, "you're...you're lying..." he mumbled, I just kept moving as fast as I could, the blood from his wounds were staining the floor. I wonder if I would even have time to try and clean that up.

We arrived at the press.

Ouma got up, he was still wobbling but he insisted he could do it, I then laid down on the press, Ouma had to remind me to leave one of my sleeves on the outside so everyone knew for sure it was me that had died. 

I just nodded, the press was cold even if my shirt and jacket muddled it, or maybe it was because of how terrifying it was that Ouma could just not stop the press. Finally, Ouma looked at me, his fingers on the buttons for the setup camera and hydraulic press, "do it" I told him and he pressed it.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity, I could see everything flash before my eyes and every single nerve in my body was telling me to roll off, to run, run before I died already but I held firm as Ouma finally-FINALLY paused both the camera and the press.

I quickly got out relieved...as Ouma looked at the press terrified.

Maybe that's when it sunk in. He was going to die. And he knew it. He had planned this...but I doubt he had thought it through...he headed down the stairs slowly, he mumbled something to himself as he removed his shirt, I could see his bloodstained back clearly, he avoided making eye contact with me.

"We don't have to do this you know? There might be another antidote-" I started, "you and me both know there isn't..." Ouma remarked. I didn't say anything "just flush it..." Ouma told me, finally looking up. I was expecting fear, confusion, maybe some kind of resolution in his eyes as he was about to march towards his death.

He...he looked determined at first. Like he was confident in what he was about to do...but if you looked you could see it. Maybe because of his confession may be only five minutes ago, but I could see his fear. He masked it well, but impossible I guess not to fear death, even if you know what you're dying for is for a good cause.

He walked towards the press, never hesitating for a second as he laid down, I walked up and approached the button. I couldn't see him from under the press. I pressed the buttons deciding not to warn him, maybe it would somehow make it better?

"I don't want to die" Ouma muttered to himself as my eyes widened. I wanted to say something, god knows I wanted to say something to him.

But the only piece remaining of Kokichi Ouma was a bloody mess.

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When I walked into the room I could feel myself sweating. It wasn't fear, just...I don't know. How do you talk to someone who you were mortal enemies within a death game, a person who seemed to believe in everything you hated? That person who you ended up killing, not out of hatred or anything like that...but because you agreed to his plan. A little voice in your head asking who that boy really was, if I could have helped them even a little when it was too late.

That boy was alive. Yet at the same time, we never would find ourselves in the situation we were back then. We aren't the same people at that moment, it was like the walls had been broken down a few for him, that maybe just maybe I could have gotten through to him before I inevitably killed him.

But...that wasn't that moment. It was a blessing for sure but still left me with what-ifs.

He was sitting there, he just smiled and waved. He seemed similar to how he was back then, minus how he looked like shit, to say the least. He was in a wheelchair so that was new for sure, and he seemed to be experimenting with ponytails as he tied his hair back. He just smiled at me the same, the kind of smile he usually made after he just told a lie.

How are you doing that? You're still doing that. I guess I really shouldn't be surprised. "Ouma" I greeted, "Space Idiot" he grinned, I smiled. He was still getting on my nerves. For once I'm glad he is.

"How are you?" I asked Ouma shrugged, "I'm being held here against my will and got slapped across the face by the emo," Ouma said nonchalantly, "other than that it's pretty good" he finished.

"Saihara slapped you?" I asked, "oh yeah he held a knife to my throat," Ouma said, "what?" "Or maybe he just finally came out as a sadist" "A sadist?" "Nah he was just mad at me" "Well I could have-" "No it definently was the knife" Ouma lied. I felt my mind turning circles just to understand what the heck he was saying.

Typical Ouma.

"Hey, do regret what happened?" I asked seriously, Ouma looked at me dead in the eye, "does that matter?" he asked, "kind of, your death wasn't just your death" I reminded. Ouma looked down, "if you're regretting revealing yourself it was inevitable due to Saihara being-" he started, "no, I'm asking if you regret having to die," I asked.

Ouma looked down.

"I would have died, either way, at least I went out with a bang" Ouma grinned at me. He just grinned, "if you're ok with all that then...why did you agree to meet me?" I asked. 

"Who knows?" Ouma asked.

"You can tell me why you know, we've been through a lot to get where we are now, I know we weren't friends but we can be friends now if you want" I offered, reaching out my hand, Ouma looked at it for a bit before smiling, it was different than the last one, a bit sadder.

"Sorry, I don't want friends Space Idiot," he told me.