Ouma's POV

There are different kinds of stupidity I found out during my time spent with idiots. Also known as DICE. 1) Being a bad student, and by that, I mean answering your science test with the motifs in the Odyssey. Whatever that thing is. 2) Those who think the earth is flat, and 3) people who despite all reason and logic decide to go against everything and follow their own beliefs. Course the number three idiots often end up being heroes, if they succeed yeah I wouldn't call them an idiot. If they succeed.

I was stupid. 

So stupid.

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I tapped my pen against the notebook, it was beginning to be littered with the number of entries and the length of them. I'm starting to wonder if whether or not I should request a second notebook once this had been finished, and if I do then the consequences it could have.

Turns out I wouldn't have much time to think about this.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

I quickly buried the notebook behind my pillow as the door opened, Maiko stepped in and I could tell she was on edge immediately as her eyes seemed to avoid looking into mine at all costs.

"Whatever you're here to ask, the answer is no," I told her immediately, Maiko looked at me finally, "I'm afraid this one isn't optional Ouma" she apologized. I barely held back my groan as she sat down, "everyone in your group has already had a meeting with another participant planned, or has already had one...except you" she told me.

"And that isn't going to change," I told her, flashing her one of my signatures smiles "I normally would ignore this, it's often that some members just simply shouldn't or don't want to meet...and I can see why and will give both parties time till eventually, they have to talk...but I think it would be good for you," Maiko told me.

"My answer is still no," I told her, "Ouma it will just be this one time, I want you to meet with Shuichi Saihara," she told me. My eyes widened, "absolutely not" I quickly told her, I could feel my heart accelerating, stop it.

"Ouma, when Saihara woke up one of the first things he heard from anyone, was you shouting at him that he's to blame for something he did, don't you think he deserves an explanation or an apology?" she asked.

"No, not really" I answered innocently, barely hiding the disgust in my voice. Maiko just sighed, "Ouma, soon everyone in your game is going to have a group meeting," she told me. My eyes widened, "everyone? " I asked. 

"It's a protocol, you can't avoid it," she told me, "it has to happen before anyone can leave," she told me, "so I'm in prison now? That's nice" I told her, "what? No- It's not going to be that bad Ouma" she told me, she seemed tired.

Good.

"Meeting with Saihara at least this once, or any other member, we can change them if you want, will help you when you enter the room since well..." she trailed off, unable to find the words to finish her sentence.

"Because I'm everyone's favorite?" I asked grinning. Maiko looked guilty, "it's nice to have a friend or at least someone you can be comfortable within that meeting," she told me. I brushed her off.

"So you want to prep me for the slaughterhouse?" I asked Maiko bit her lip, "you were always going to have to face this Ouma unless you want to be here forever I suggest you work out your problems" she told me exiting the room fast, juxtaposing her slow entering.

I bit my lip, I could almost taste blood with how hard I bit down. I gripped the sheets of the bed, staring down at them. I took a deep breath, "you don't even have to do anything to make me feel like shit do you Saihara?"

A-Are...a-are you o-ok?

Don't ask.

Y-You, d-don't like S-Saihara do you?

Wow, congratulations captain obvious.

W-Why do you h-hate him?

Because he's stupid.

B-but he's a d-detective...

Makes his crime even worse.

P-Please just t-tell me...

He's stubborn, a hypocrite, and ruined everything for me. Yeah, he is my favorite person ever.

O-Oh...

Just leave me alone.

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The room was cold and dark, the large windows didn't provide any sort of light that seemed to warm the area as I walked around the room. I was confused at first until I looked down and saw it.

My killing game outfit.

I could feel my heart beating rapidly, the pain searing through my chest as I looked for any sort of exit, finally, I could remember where I had seen this place before. I saw the podiums with the signs, I could see the framed pictures of everyone colored over in blood. They were crayon-like drawings as if little kids had fun over the fact we were dead.

I felt sick.

"No no no no!" I screamed as I desperately looked for the elevator. I can't be back here. I can't be back in the killing game. This can't be real, this can't be happening, I woke up, I was ok, I was going to be ok, it was over it had to be over because otherwise what did I die for-

I don't want to die. Please don't make me die again world, I don't want to die, I'm still not ready to die.

"You're a murderer" a voice accused, it was cold and emotionless yet it still sounded exactly like him as I looked behind me.

It was Saihara.

"Hey, Saihara Chan...w-what are you saying?" I asked, hating the fact that I had stuttered. Saihara didn't hesitate to walk up to me his cold amber eyes glaring down at me. He was back in his game outfit too.

"You killed them Ouma," he told me, he looked down at me as if I was some sort of pest, I shook my head "I-" I quickly started, "you killed them all without any regrets, you're evil" he spoke his voice was full of malice.

"I didn't have a choice-" I tried to argue, backing away from Saihara, I could feel the fear creeping down my spine. He didn't turn away or hesitate.

"You're alone Kokichi, and you always will be alone" he whispered, my eyes widened as he shoved me and I fell back, I felt cold metal against my back as I was back in the press, it was inches away from my face.

"NO! STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed, Saihara didn't look guilty. He just watched, not even smiling.

"This is what you deserve," he told me, I could feel tears in my eyes as the metal press smashed against me, his last words reaching me.

"Did you really think I could've loved you then?" he asked, his voice wasn't the same malice as before, just as if he was asking if I wanted to have more salt with my food. I didn't have time to answer.

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No. I didn't. 

I was just stupid.

Just a stupid hope. A stupid little fantasy I made up inside of my head, I...I didn't really believe it either.