30 minutes earlier.

"Maki don't be so mean to meeeeeee! Wahhhh, you're so cruel!"

The assassin only rolled her eyes in retort, choosing to ignore him for the must be millionth time during the last few minutes. Whether it was nerves or anxiety or even just to tease or purposefully ignore her, she didn't care but whatever the cause of him being such an annoying brat was tempting her to just shove him in another cupboard.

Unfortunately, they all needed him for the plan and she couldn't do that, despite how tempting it was becoming. And even so, neither of them really understood what Shuichi had asked of them, even after the fifth time of explaining it.

"Kokichi. Do you really have no clue of what this 'motherkuma' thing is in the first place?" She eventually hissed out which made Kokichi's persona almost switch instantly from a fun and teasing one to one uncharacteristically serious.

"Nu uh. Maki roll, d'ya think that he sent me away coz he's g-gonna do something stu-pid?" Sure he tried to make the sentence more lighthearted but he failed on all accounts, even accidentally letting the assassin hearing his voice crack.

"Like he would, he's Shuichi, you know he's not a killer." Her reply was quick and in her opinion, it was obvious... however, Kokichi's reply to her own was so quick and so sudden and so blunt, she was left a little out of words. "He's clever and plays on expectations, do you really think he wouldn't take that to his advantage? Heh.. heheh, now I'm being dumb!~" He powered on forward, shaking his head from side to side as he followed the written instructions and broke into the library doors, slamming them right open.

Maki trailed on, grimacing at how right the liar was. "......"

"Bookcase, right righty right, he could have been more specific!~ That would have made it so much easier, it's almost like he's trying to stall for time or something, but Shumai wouldn't do that, nu uh, would he Maki? If you're so sure!~" he wandered towards the row of shelves, following Shuichi's notes by the letter, fumbling around with various books, laughing at some of the stupid, fake titles. When suddenly there was a click and a whole section of the bookcase seemed pull forward and readjust, allowing a passageway to be seen.

He wandered into the newly formed passageway skipping and peering around the various corners as if to explore a little more into the mysterious depths. "Makiiiiiiiiiiii, it's dark in here!" He whined but that was his way of telling her that he'd found it. She quickly caught up to him, shutting the bookcase behind them in case anyone else saw.

"Hurry up already. We don't have much time."

"Fine, fine, fineee.."

It only took a few more minutes of walking and painful mysterious speculation until they broke into the mastermind's lair. The lights hung low, condemning a low and flickering blue light to overshadow everything from the floors to the monitors to the ceilings. A low buzz took control of the area sounding like a wasp but it wasn't any wasp, no it was a large scale version of Monokuma however, it was made up with wires and odd parts which glowing eyes and one crooked, broken smile.

"This is it." The assassin noted sharply, snatching the instruction piece of paper out of Kokichi's hands to receive a fake gasp of annoyance from him.

"No shit, really? I super honestly thought that this massive robot head of Monokuma was just for decoration! Seriously, I didn't even put the pieces together, just thought to myself, 'Wow, that's a very bold statement to make' and didn't think for a minute that this could be the thing we've been searching for! You're so clever figuring that out for me!" He acted around, waving his arms around in a mocking fashion, puffing his cheeks out and speaking in the most sarcastic tone of all time.

"Shut up," She murmured, pulling out her largest serrated knife and walking over to it, noting down every individual open point of which she could pierce into to destroy the darn thing.

As swiftly as she assessed the machine, it had been destroyed, the wires cut and the metal shredded. Achievement was written all over her face as the assassin admired her handywork, smirking a little as she did so.

"What did Shuichi say n-"

Kokichi raised an eyebrow at her sudden cutoff and spun around to tease her for it. "Say what? Ooo, is this a guessing game? I mean you could've made it more interesting for me~"

However Maki didn't shoot him a glare like she normally did, instead.. her hands shook as if they had been electrified as the pupils of her eyes shrank, twitching and glitching as they just stared him slight in the face. Her mouth had been forced open as if she was forcing words out of her throat.. but rupturing it in the process, only managing croaky and gasping noises as if she was begging for her life.

A small trickle of blood soon laced its way down her chin and onto the floor, forcing the first of a very soon to be swimming pool of her crimson blood out which began to form a puddle.

Kokichi noticed she was looking ready to collapse and rushed forward to support some of her weight, splattering some blood on himself in the process. "Woah, Maki..?" He questioned before finally gazing up to tremble at the sight of the blue haired, blue eyed... masochist.

Her eyes were twirling and spilling like whirlpools as she lovingly gazed down at him, wearing a smile that stretched from ear to ear, pulling her skin against her bones as he lent forward and mimicked his signature laugh, "Nishishi.."

Then there was the sound of a metal object being unsheathed as the cosplayers blade was viscously yanked out of the red eyed girl's back, her body tensing up and relaxing as the blade was removed, playing on every muscle. The cosplayer wanted her to suffer and suffer she did.. each muscle was teased and torn, each pressure point unhinged and every scar was unseemed with slashes of the knife.

Once she was done, Tsumugi laughed at her artwork and at the tearful liar who was still clinging onto the damaged dying corpse of his friend.

With one last smirk, she gave a little farewell wave and skipped out from the library with a magnificent flourish, her knife freshly dripping.

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...

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"Ow! Well, that's just plain, plain, plain rude. Who punches a girl in the face?! I was going to have some fun with you before I killed you, but you've damn-right pissed me off, so I'll get straight to the killing. That's my favourite part.."

Both knives were swung in unison however, only one made contact with the skin of the other.

A leg hit. The gape expanded yet they were too full of adrenaline to notice it at first.

Shuichi spun on the heels of his feet to scrape round and barely dodged an attempted strike against his eyes. Still, he dodged attack after attack, failing to land his own. Tsumugi was working at incredible speed, pinpointing every mark or error in the detective's movements to mentally collect a database of his weaker areas.

Then she landed a blow.

The detective's face faltered as a sharp something shot through somewhere..

He didn't know and swiped his own blade across only to meet with laughter. It was only then he saw the metal blade invading his thigh. "I want to see your face when you give in."

His leg was only a group of tissue cells.. so why did it hurt so much..? Although his vision was failing him.. he aimed a punch towards the cosplayer and launched his assault.

He missed.

Then a dagger like pain struck his gut.

Another punch was swung, this time.. it was an uppercut..

But he missed again.

He was burying punches over and over, charging his knife with hope but still he missed.. what was the point.. if he kept missing? Giving up wasn't an option so he continued on, propelling the blade forward to simply graze the cosplayer who seemed to be in a world of her own.

Pushing her forward, he lunged in again, shoving the knife towards her heart when a small tinge struck something in his nervous system.. and at that moment, numbness was the only word he could feel.. numbness. Something ached. Some.. thing..

Eyes widened as he noticed something odd on his hand.. 

Then his lips trembled as time froze when he gazed down at his hand which a knife had been embedded into, blood seeping out of the wound.. but he didn't take it in.. it wasn't happening.. 

Trickle, trickle, trickle... the pretty, poisoned crimson fell to the ground in droplets, painting a pattern most magical on the stone cold floor.

The detective's palm had been ripped apart by the knife, slashed from the centre of his palm where it pierced up until it broke open the gap between his second and fourth fingers, leaving half of his hand drooping with bones and muscle bending and snapping out from it.

"...H-Huh....?" 

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Clarenspou, thank you so much for this.. and good morning! Haha, I have been waiting so long to release this artwork and honest to god, it's worth the wait.. it's beautiful. You captured everything perfectly, colours emotions and even movement.. you're amazing, alright? Please go follow them and comment and show them love!