"I can confirm it." Koda chimed in, whilst scowling and crossing
her arms. "Kowai good." She gave a half glare, which was more of a
level stare that implied Koda trusted Kowai most.
Kowai clasped her hands together and beamed. "Kodaa! I can
confirm she was with me too. Koa is innocent as w-" Suzume wagged
her index finger, and interrupted. "No. No. No. You two clearly
LIKE each other. We need an unbiased third source."
Kowai sighed in frustration. "Ughhh. Fine. Did anyone hear
us?"
Suzume noticed Majikaruman holding a strange cream-colored
sheet of paper. "Majikaruman! What do you have there?!" she asked
anxiously. "Is that something important to the case?"
Kowai Kurai's POV
Kowai cast Hisoka an annoyed look with a certain message
behind it. Just show them.
Koda turned to look at Majikaruman, her face contorted into a
confused expression. "Wha?" She murmured, cocking her head to the
side as she pondered what could be written.
Majikaruman
Dōseiai-shadearimasu
I felt myself at a crossroads, metaphorically speaking. It could
be one of these two... if I show them, they'll likely think...
Either way, he lives... i know what to do, hopefully this doesn't
ruin everything. "It's the map 'Soka mentioned. I can see what
Megami is getting at, and this supports it. There's a vent between
the party room and... their room." I gave Megami a narrow look to
make sure she knew what I meant.
Suzume was obsessively gnawing on her nails now.
OHNONONONONONONO. NO. NONONO. "F-F-Five minutes?" she choked out.
"There's no way... no way we can do this in time. We're... we're
all doomed. I'm so sorry... nothing short of a miracle could
possibly save us all..."
Kowai looked disappointed. She yawned, slowly stood up taller, and
tilted her head. "So, you guys have no idea who did it?" Her wide
eyes blinked with a certain curiosity to them, and a smile
stretched its way across her face. Slowly, she reached for her bag,
and dumped out boxes and boxes of matches. She then dropped the bag
on the floor.
Suzume was shaking. Her eyes were wide in horror.
"I did it!" the purple-haired girl chirped all too cheerfully. "I
killed Femi and Amano."
Koda gave her death screech. Through Koda's but one thing was
repeating. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Koda felt
sick. Sicker than she had ever felt before. Kowai? Kowai? Them...
of all people? Koda's head was now spinning.
Outwardly, Hisoka kept a calm expression. Inwardly- he wasn't sure.
He had known, of course. He was the one who told her to kill him.
He was the one who brought around Femi's death.
It make his stomach lurch a little bit.
He glanced at Koda and Suko. It had almost been them. If he'd known
that Kowai had already killed Amano...He would've only given Suko's
name.
Kōun
no Megami
All I heard was something from Niwa, before I blacked out. I wasn't
conscious, but I knew what I was doing. I always did it when
something made no sense. If I can't understand something, I get
angry. When i'm angry, I usually slam my head into something. Hard.
A lot. Buraddo Jemu
Koda touched a hand to her head, before swinging her head around to
hear what the noise was. Her heart skipped a beat, before she
realized Megami was definitely alive, likely fainted.
"How did she do it?" Suko asked suddenly. They looked up, cocking
their head to the side. "And why? Why Femi?" There was no emotion
to their voice.
But Hisoka looked away anyway.
"The vents, obviously," Niwa scoffed. "She crawled through them and
set him on fire." He shot Kowai a look of contempt. There
was an underlying fear to them, but-
"Puhuhuhu~ Voting Time rapidly approaches~"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Kōun
no Megami
I felt consciousness return, seeing the brown of my podium with a
small trickle of blood. "W-we know who-o did it. That's w-what
matters." Buraddo Jemu
"No." Suko shook their head. "That's not what matters. She killed
Femi. I want his killer torn to bits." Their eyes burned
with darkness. "I want her dead in every way that
matters."
Hisoka observed them.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature