I turned around to see Kiibo there angry "you shouldn't have opened those desks Saihara"

"Why?" I asker stubbornly "I want to- no I need to know what is going on, and none of you are telling me!" I screamed.

"And? So you open up their desks? Don't you know how that would probably make Ouma feel?" Kiibo questioned equally as annoyed as me.

"Ouma? Seriously why would this bother him so much? You guys all keep saying 'Ouma should be the one to tell you' but he clearly can't! And since Momota trusted me to take care of him since none of the rest of you will I need to know what happened!" I screamed, finally letting ny frustrations out.

"So please, tell me what happened to him! Why these desks are now empty! I need to know the truth so stop hiding it from me!" I screamed and finally stopped to see Kiibo crying.

"Please...please...I don't want to remember...please" he begged, "at first I thought I could get through this...but EVERYTHING is different now! No one acts the same anymore! I just want to forget so we can go back to how it used to be!" Kiibo sobbed.

"What if it can't? Just because you surpress those memories doesn't mean they are even a little less real" I told him quietly.

"They still are there....so you have to hold them...carry them...it may hurt...but that's what it means to move on...to recognize the good and the bad memories and instead of trying to run from them, acknowledge them" I calmly stated.

Kiibo walked over to my desk and touched it lightly, "I was friends with the person who sat here" he said quietly "just before the incident really, I finally told her how I felt, I had never been so scared in my life" he joked I could see though in his eyes how painful this was for him.

"Somehow she accepted, I had never been so happy in my life...so why....why did everything have to go so wrong? I thought we had a happy ending...I really did Saihara, these desks...are all that we have to remember them" Kiibo stated sorrowly.

"But apparently I am not meant to be happy" Kiibo said with a shrug. Poor Kiibo, now I can kind of see why he wants to protect her desk.

Kiibo just looked at me and wiped away his tears "you want to know what happened...?" He asked me "about what happened to my classmates?" He asked again and I nodded.

"Yes, whatever it was I can take it just please. Don't hide anything" I told him sternly and Kiibo took deap breaths.
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Saihara's eyes widened.

-/-/-

No way...no actual freaking way this happened to Ouma. But, Kiibo probably wasn't lying about it. He was sobbing the whole time actually.

He gave me his part though, so now I have to do mine. No matter how impossible it may seem, I need to bring Ouma back. Now the process of doing this is...well vague to say the least. I really don't know what I am doing, I wish Momota was still here to help me.

I think my first priority will be to get him to trust and open up to me, and then work towards having him tell me what happened. Because even if I now know it might still be beneficial for him to talk about it.

Because...no one actually seems able to. Maybe thats why he doesn't interact much with anyone besides Momota, because they won't or can't help him. Even if they believe they are by pretending it never happened he clearly needs someone to help him recognize and accept what happened!

Otherwise how the actual he** is he ever going to move forward? Maybe...that's why Momota trusted his care to me. Because I am the only one who won't stay quiet, I am the only one who will acknowledge the truth, I am the only one who wants to be able to save Ouma through hard work instead of biding time for an impossible goal if you take that route.

I stopped when I saw Ouma and his Mother on the sidewalk, she looked exhausted.

I ended up running up to them "hello ms Ouma, um pardon me for asking but what happened to your car?" I asked and she sighed tiredly.

"Hello, Saihara was it? I...I wanted Kokichi to get some fresh air. Being cooped up in a small house isn't good for him"she stated quicky I could tell she was lying.

"Ma'am do you need help?" I asked and she shook her head "nope...I'm...I'm...fine..." she said tiredly before I noticed her falling forward.

Did she just pass out?!

I looked over to Ouma who sighed 'I knew she was lying about how many hours she worked' he then sighed.

'Can you call an ambulance I don't have a cell phone' I nodded, oh wait he can't see that, "ok, I'll call one"