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Kokichi decided that if he really wanted to, he could kill Kaito. Of course, the other boy could easily overpower Kokichi and would definitely win in a struggle, but if Kokichi had one thing he valued in his life, it was his mind. As an astronaut, Kokichi suspected that he had to know quite a bit of things for his talent and should know at least some things.
But this, he thinks, is stretching it.
"What do you mean you're not the mastermind!?" Kaito said, dumbfounded.
Kokichi sighed at this, covering his bloodied arm with his other hand, trying to ignore the pain that was errupting in it. How many times did he have to go over this in order for him to understand? "I was pretending to be one, Space Idiot. Now take this and drink." he scoffs, holding out the antidode.
Once again, he surprised him. "Wait, you didn't drink it?"
"What do you think?" Kokichi deadpaned. He decided to get onto the next topic, a difficult one, albiet perhaps not as hard at what their future ones would be like. "I have a plan."
Kaito eyed the bottle suspiciously and didn't take it, seemingly refusing something from someone he saw as the enemy. Kokichi's eye twitched. Did he think that he was going to poison him? He was already poisoned for goodness sake! He was giving him a free pass to live and what did he do? He doesn't take it.
He's cut off from his internal ramblings from what Kaito has to say. "And why, after everything you've done, should I trust you!?" he demands.
Kokichi sighs once more. "Look, you want to beat Monokuma, right?"
"Um, yeah? Look, for some apparent reason, you're not the mastermind, then go ahead."
Kokichi knew his face must have shown how annoyed he is, but he didn't really care. He was feeling dizzy and light-headed and just wanted to get this over with.
"How do you think Monokuma would feel if there was a class trial, but no one actually died?"
Kaito blinked at this, and then his jaw opens, gaping like a fish, appalled. His eyebrows are raised and he stops trying to attempt to pull out the arrow that was still in his arm.
"I'm sorry, we're going to do what now?"
Kokichi walked over to him when he saw how the other boy was trying to pull the arrow out and instead does it for him, eliciting a yelp from the bigger boy.
"We're going to pretend someone's died. Now drink this and pull these arrows out for me."
The other boy, for once, actually looks deep in thought at this, and after a minute, he sighs. "Fine. How much am I supposed to drink?"
Kokichi looked a bit downward at this, hesitating. There's shadow that plasters over his face and hides his eyes, and with his mouth pursed in a straight line, it makes the atmosphere solemn.
"All of it. Now pull this out." He looks back up and gestures to his arm, which still has an arrow at it, blatantly ignoring the other boy, despite the shock that he's radiating.
"But then you'll die!" This time Kaito actually pulls the arrow out, making Kokichi wince and blood to splatter out, landing on his already bloodied arm.
"Don't you think I already know that?" he replies. The silence that follows is uncomfortable and tense. Kaito looks at him with a strange look, a mix of astonishment, confusion, pity, and what he thinks is awe. In return, his face is as blank as stone, daring him to say something.
Kaito suddenly walks behind Kokichi. He doesn't try to do anything but stare remorsefully at him (It's genuine, for once, unlike his many other acts), not bothering to turn when he gets out of his sight. He braces himself for pain, knowing what was about to come, but still gasps when the arrow's pulled out of his back.
"I won't work with you."
Kokichi ends up turning to face him, staring at him with an indifferent look. ". . . why not?" His voice is quiet, unusual for him, but he's sure Kaito still somehow hears him. He speaks up, in a more boisterous and mocking tone (Similar to how he was before, he's sure), ashamed at what he let show. "Would you rather have Maki become the blackened?"
Kaito refused to budge and what he says next makes him stunned. "I won't agree to your scheme unless you drink some." he proposed.
Kokichi made a face at this. Of course the idiot decides that now was a great time to play hero. This wasn't how his plan was supposed to go, but he'll make do.
He gave a small sigh, feeling the effects of the poison running through his veins. Who was he to refuse a deal like this?
When Kokichi didn't put up a fight and offers up the bottle, Kaito's surprise was evident on his face. "I didn't think you would agree so quickly" He confesses slowly, almost as if he couldn't believe it himself, which Kokichi didn't doubt. He rolled his eyes.
"You have to drink at least three fourths of the antidode in order for it to work properly." he instructed, choosing to ignore him for now.
He clears his throat and purposely makes sure not to look at the taller boy in the eyes, feeling somewhat resentful at what he was going to say next, but knew it was for his plan. It needed to work.
"I need you to at least survive for this to work. I'll drink the other fourth, but it won't be as effective for me." he warns. His usually cheerful facade is replaced by a seriousness that he was sure unerved his soon-to-be acomplice. The implication that he might not make it was known to both.
The astronaut scowled at this (Kokichi knew he wasn't an idiot if he was to understand this, but couldn't he at least try more?), but drank his fill, leaving what he had been instructed for the shorter boy.
When he holds the bottle out, Kokichi swipes it and looks into it to see around a fourth had been left for him right before gulping it down. He's still tired and dizzy, but is sure that the antidode will kick in.
Kaito speaks up. "Maki-roll's going to return soon." Kokichi actually blinks at this, almost forgeting about her. Trying to formulate a new plan was tiring and making him stressed. When he grabs his chin, lost in thought, a new idea in mind, Kaito gives him a questioning look, but doesn't say anything about it. He smiles, an idea in mind, inspired by what the other boy had said.
"We need blood. A lot of it. And we can't exactly go out there to find some. I already activated the electrobomb, so whoever's watching can't see us, or else our plan won't work. The closest place I could think of that has blood would be Angie's Research Lab."
Kaito blinks at this, trying to process everything. "Okay, one, you still haven't told me about your plan. Two, why in the world is there blood in Angie's Research Lab? She's an artist!" he says flabbergasted.
"Well, I had to make a whole new plan all thanks to you!" He childishly sticks his toungue out, opting to ignore the second part for now.
Kaito gives him a look. "You were going to die in your first one!" he scowls.
Kokichi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." he waves his hand off, as if Kaito was his mother and was scolding him (It wasn't like Kokichi even had one, anyways. Kirumi was one of the closets ones he had, despite being the same age).
Kokichi ends up pointing at the hydraulic press, to which Kaito turns to face when he saw what he was pointing at.
"If Monokuma just happens to see a bunch of blood under the press and both of us are gone, what do you think will happen?"
Realization strikes up in his eyes. "He'll think someone died." he says it slowly, as if Kokichi was his teacher and any second he was going to be corrected on what he had to say.
"Yup! Besides, Angie did a buncha blood sacrifises with the Student Council." Kokichi's face scrunches up at this, remembering how he had once walked in on Angie taking everyone's blood and putting them in bags, claiming they were for Atua ("We must make Atua happy!"), the exception being Kiibo, who had been watching the proceedings, intrigued.
Kaito's face matched his and he ends up scoffing at what the supposed oracle had done. "I can't believe she actual-"
"Kaito!" A voice echos out from the bathroom. It's somewhat faint, but they both hear it just fine. They both whip around to face the bathroom's door. Kokichi internally freaks out at this and they both looked at each other, panicked. "Kaito!" the assassin calls out again.
Thinking quickly, he pulls Kaito by the arm and pushes him towards the door. When he's a few feet away, he stands beside the door, making sure that when it opens, he'll be out of Maki's sight. "Ask her for the blood bags!" Kokichi hisses, taking care to be quiet.
Kaito gulps, but nods anyways and proceeds to open the door. "Maki-roll!"
He can hear the exchange going on despite the fact he couldn't see anything. "Kaito! You're still here! Wait a minute. . ." He hears her murmur. In a quieter tone, one where he could only just barely hear her, she asks him the dreaded question. "Where's Kokichi!?"
He hopes that Kaito could lie well (That's a lie, he knows he can. How else could he have hidden his sickness?) when he hears his reply. "Him? He's . . . preoccupied."
Theres a brief pause before she answers. "He's dead, isn't he."
There's another pause. "Maki-roll, you trust me, right?" Kokichi raises an eyebrow at this. Was he guilt-tripping her?
He hears an "Of course" as a response. Huh. He was.
"Can you go to Angie's Research Lab? I don't know where exactly they are, but there's going to be a bunch of bags of blood in there. Can you grab them and bring them here? Oh, and make sure to bring other stuff. I don't really care what it is as long as there's blood."
Hmm. Kokichi can't help but think to himself that if he tried more, the astronaut could be a great liar.
"I'll do it. Just. . . don't die on me, okay?" he almost snorts to himself at this, covering his face with his hand. What a great moment to say something so cheesy. But at least she was smart enough to know of his condition as well.
"Of course! But. . ." When Kaito trails off, Kokichi's posture goes straight up at this, alarmed. What was the idiot going to say?
"What is it?" It seemed as if Maki had the same thoughts.
"If anyone ever finds out about you coming here to try and kill Kokichi. . . can you not tell anyone about this? It's. . . apart of my plan." Kokichi blinks at this and almost immediately internally scolds himself for not thinking of it earlier. How did Kaito manage to come up with that before he did?
"Sure. Stay safe." And just like that, she's gone it's quiet again. He stops leaning against the wall and stands up straight, hearing a couple of bones crack. As he inspects himself, he notices that he's still bleeding from his arrow wounds, the blood sticky on his fingers.
Shaking his head, he looks around and picks up the camcorder, which he had securely hidden in the room. He hears the door open as he's setting up the camera, but doesn't really care enough to turn around.
"You've still haven't told me your plan." Kaito's voice grumbles. He's currently behind him, watching him try to find a good angle for the camera. "But I'm guessing it has something to do with the press."
"No shit, sherlock." Kokichi points out. It's true, the placement of the camera and the way it's facing the press makes it a bit obvious.
He decides to just tell him it. "I'm going to record this and you're going to go under the press. Yeah, yeah, I know," Kokichi waves off Kaito's dismayed look. "Set up your jacket so one sleeve is hanging off the edge. Oh, and make sure the hole the arrow left behind is visible."
"I can't believe I'm doing this. . ." he hears the astronaut grumble, but does as he's told. When he's lieing under the press, a bit of sweat pooling at his forehead from what was going to happen next, he reveals the next step.
"We're going to make everyone think you're the victim. I'm going to start this camera and lower the press at the same time. Whatever you do, do NOT move. We only have one chance to do this right so. . ." Kokichi trails off at this, causing Kaito to stop staring at the press that was hauntingly staring back at him and look at Kokichi to hear what he has to say. He gives a small sigh and continues.
". . . you're going to have to trust me."
He returns to staring up at the press. "Never thought I'd hear you say that." Kokichi silently agrees at this.
"I'm going to start the press." he says, noting the way Kaito braces himself and closes his eyes. He turns away and stares at the buttons in from of him, and presses the 'start' buttom on the camcorder and the one to start the press simultaneously.
As the press starts to lower and the camera starts to record, he feels a bout of nervousness, and it ends up leaving a terrible feeling in his gut, and, for a second, he's not sure if he's able to do it. (His shaking hands didn't help either). When he's unable to see Kaito's body, he stops both the camera and press.
It's quiet. But a few seconds later, there's a deep breathe being exhaled from under it and Kokichi ends up slumping down in relief, letting one out too.
"You can get out from under there now. Didja really think I'd let you die like that?" he exclaims boldy in order to hide his anxiousness. His voice cracks midway and he cringes at it. He hears Kaito scoff at the provoke, but thankfully not bother to answer, instead choosing to crawl out from under the press.
There's an uncomfortable silence as they both stare at each other. Kokichi grins at the astronaut, one that's so big, it cuts into his cheek bones and hurts to keep it there. He's staring at the other boy's similar purple eyes, so bright, but also a haunting gaze that, unintentionally, showed his dreadfulness at what was about to come. Sure enough, it did.
"Was it a lie?"
He tilted his head. The grin that was previously there shrinks into a small, knowing smile. On anyone else, he was sure it would look comforting, but he's sure that on him it appears menacing and sinister.
(Somewhere, in a very small corner of his mind, he suspects that he's just too good at being bad and too bad at being good)
"You're going to have to be more specific! What exactly do you have in mind?" he chortles.
Kaito's staring at him, weirdly, as if he had just said that the world had ended. Though, all in all, the world did end in a shower of meteors. (But who was he to trust anything Monokuma said? Maybe that was all a lie. Or was he thinking too hard about it?)
"Everything. Was everything you did a lie?"
Kokichi stares neutrally at him, a poker face as still as stone. He's awfully good at it too, remembering a time when he beats everyone in DICE at it. He's also reminded of a time where he didn't have to lie every second of a day, a time where there was 16 people alive, not 7. And, as time goes on, he doesn't know if it'll turn to 6, or 5. For the worst case scenario, it might even turn to 0.
It bothered Kokichi a lot, not being able to predict what was going to happen, but he'll manage.
Somehow.
"What do you think? You can't believe everything I say. I am a liar, believe it or not." he recites it as if it was line that he had perfected in a play, one of those famous ones where everyone would stand up and applause at.
Kaito rolled his eyes, but doesn't say anything, instead staring at him. He's actually startled by what he asked next.
"Why do you keep lieing?"
Kokichi pursed his lips, staring at the other boy with an indifferent look, eyes showing nothing but curiosity. "Why not?" It's the easiest question he could think of while observing the other boy's actions.
Kaito doesn't look phased at his dismissiveness, for once, to which he's slightly annoyed and frustrated at.
"Is it to make yourself seem evil?"
Kokichi raises an eyebrow at his accuracy and smiles, somehow feeling his heart drop at how close he is, yet so, so far. He ends up smiling wider at the thought of it, ignoring how the smile it cuts into his cheekbones (He ended up perfecting the look in his bathroom, watching himself smile late in the night when he should have been sleeping. It resulted in dark, dark bags, aching cheeks, and a great mask. He wonders how no one's noticed yet).
At that very moment, he decided to teach Kaito a lesson in lies, purposely starting off in what seemed to be a different topic in order to infuriate the boy.
"Unlike what you think, I'm not the only liar here." The silence he gets makes him resume. "In case you haven't noticed, my lies are obvious, but for others, theres might not be. Everyone here, whether they think so or not, is a liar.
He sees the way that Kaito's fists are clenched, but doesn't do anything.
"Image, for instance, somebody tells a girl that their dress is beautiful, but in reality, it's hideous, wouldn't that be a lie? But what if they really think it is beautiful? Does that make them a liar?" He tilts his head. "Does that make them evil? What if somebody happens to tell someone the truth, but not all of it? Would that be a lie?"
There's another shadow covering his face, and with the small smile on it, Kokichi is sure it looks menacing. "Does that make me evil?"
Kaito looks done with him, the beginnings of a scowl on his face. "Just tell me. In the beginning. Did you really think the killing game was fun?"
At those words, he can feel the disgust building up in him, and he knows the resent on his face is visible and looking so genuine, so he somehow (But not really) ends up surprising himself with his answer.
"How could a game you're forced to play be fun?"
He stops talking after that and refused to look at the other boy, much less talk, to the other's dissatisfaction. Kaito eventually gives up trying to weasel answers from him and there's a dreadful and awkward silence blanketing the atmosphere, and somehow, it almost feels despairful (He wonders to himself why out of all the words, it had to be this one. He can't help but just think that it felt right).
The footsteps that are heard are almost silent, being small thuds. Then it's quiet, but as it gradually becomes closer and increasingly louder, it reminds him of the Grim Reaper, silently but slowly awaiting them for their soon to be deaths.
When a "Kaito!" echos out from the bathroom, he doesn't bother to follow the other boy and eavesdrop. Instead, he justs sits behind the camcorder and fiddles with it, waiting, his throat sore and a heavy feeling suffucating him.
He tries to think of another subject and ends up thinking about what they have to do, and god, (He briefly thinks about Angie and almost smiles before remembering the bright, bright pink surrounding her still form, along with the statues hauntingly hanging upside down, and it drops) there's a lot of work. Doubt bubbles in his gut and and the questions overcomes his thoughts, not much of a relief from they had just talked about.
What if one of them died before the trial?
What if somehow Monokuma found out what they were doing? Heck, he might havealready know. Just because he activated the electrobomb didn't mean that the mastermind didn't know.
What if they just can't do it?
He wonders what will happen when everyone comes and sees all the blood, but no body discoverment anouncement like he planned. Maybe Monokuma would appear and he'll laugh at them for trying to trick him. He thinks about how they'll fail, how there's not a chance it'll work, how they'll both be dieing for noth-
"So what do we need to do now, sidekick?"
He's so startled that he almost jumps. Kaito's eyebrow is raised when Kokichi whirls around to face him. His shoulders sag in relief when he sees it's only him. He tries to calm his racing thoughts by looking at what the astronaut had.
There's three bags that he could see through which are filled with blood in his arms. A large, woven bag in bright colors that clashes with each other is next to each to the bathroom door. It's hideous and he briefly wonders where Maki had found it before he remembers what the astronaut just called him.
"Did you just call me your sidekick?!"
There's a smirk on Kaito's face and the glee is apparent in his voice. "Of course! We're partners in crime now, aren't we?"
"Uh, no way! Why would I want to join a group with you in it?"
(It's almost as if their previous conversation had disappeared and the tense silence that was there was gone. Kokichi's glad for this and doesn't bother trying to bring it back)
Kaito sulked. "Why wouldn't you want to join it!?"
"Maybe because for every person you name your 'sidekick', you see them as troubled and try to keep encouraging them to have faith in themselves and others?"
The other boy pouted at this, but didn't deny it.
Rolling his eyes, Kokichi walked over to look inside the hideous bag (his back hurts like hell, but he needs to make sure everything is perfect) and lo and behold, there's a pile of bandages on top of what appeared to be three more blood bags, enough for a body. Interestingly enough, there was also a dagger inside it, which Kokichi assumed she got it from her lab.
He holds the bandages up and gives Kaito a questioning look, to which he answers.
"Maki-roll put those there since she wanted me to bandage my arm up." Of course, how could he forget the idiot got shot too?
He furrowed his eyebrows in thought for what they had to do next. "Hey, Space I-"
He's cut off by some coughing from the taller boy, and his face is as blank as stone when he sees the blood spurting out the other boy's mouth and landing on his arm. He doesn't blink when it splatters of his white (it's pink, now) shirt. It takes a few minutes for it to stop, to which they both say nothing.
Kokichi briefly thought about how they both looked. With his blood-stained uniform and pink trailing out of Kaito's mouth, he had no doubt they both looked like a mess. He'd suddenly gotten another idea.
"You know, before we put those on, we could make it look like a body was dragged." Kaito gives him a questioning look and he rolls his eyes, clarifying the answer. "Everyone's going to think someone died, right? We might as well make it look the effort. Now, drag me to the press."
He raises his arms and the astronaut gives him a strange look. "You know, I shouldn't even be surprised anymore by all the strange things you've made me done. . ."
Within a couple minutes, Kaito has dragged him from the bathroom over to the press, a bloody trail being left behind.
"Hey now you can actually say you've hid a body for once!" he chirps up when they're almost at the press, ignoring how the dragging made the ground scrape at his back.
The taller boy rolls his eyes once more, grunting with the effort of dragging him. "Why would I want to say that!?"
When they finish, he looks at the scene and he's reminded of how much blood he's lost (He's starting to feel light-headed again).
"Hey, bandage me up now." Kaito says, facing away from him and looking through the (hideous) rainbow bag of supplies, pulling out the bandages.
"At least help me too!" he exclaims as well, as much as his pride didn't want him too. Together, they both bandaged the other up, Kokichi covering Kaito's and him doing his arm and back. He could feel the blood seeping through them in his back, but he didn't really care, despite the risk of an infection (He was just dragged on the ground, he's be surprised if he didn't get an infection).
After the process, he puts his arms over his head, feeling satisfied at the way they crack, also gaining Kaito's attention.
"Let's make a body!"
The astronaut rolled his eyes at the cheerfulness of the morbid statement. "Are we just going to put the blood under the press?"
Kokichi made a noise of agreement, indicating how he was spot on. "Yup! Well, I'm not. You are!"
Kaito rolled his eyes again, but obliged, placing them in the press (He also puts the bag the stuff was brought in there as well. It was a good way to hide evidence, after all), and when it's not visible in the camera, Kokichi put a thumbs up.
When the other boy is by his side once more, Kokichi unpaused the camcorder and the press once more, giving a silent wince at the SPLAT that echos around the room. He made sure to pause the camcorder after it with great care, letting out a small breathe he didn't realize he was holding. That was when he finally decided to look around and he feels his stomach drop.
The aftermath was hideous and made him feel queasy. It looked real, the bright pink blood contrasting and painting the darkly colored room. Kaito's sleeve jacket was poking out, blood staining the very edges. He felt himself pale a bit, and saw Kaito out of the corner of his eyes, grimacing with his face a shade of light green.
If he didn't know better, he would have thought someone had died, but he did know better. He still felt sick. In a small part of his mind, he thought about how it should have been him there before quickly pushing the toxic thought out of his mind before it grew.
Kokichi decided at that very moment to initiate the next part of his plan. So, after yanking off his scarf, he starts to unbutton and take his shirt off.
Kaito looks perplexed at the very action that he was doing. "Um!? What in the world are you do- Ack!" He smirked at the way how the bundled shirt hits his face, his bare chest visible for the taller boy to see.
A giggle escaped his throat, sounding very carefree and not as someone who had almost (and might still be, if the antidode didn't work all the way) died. He threw his scarf at him as well, watching it flutter towards him.
"Nishishish~" The astronaut looked unamused. "What. The. Fuck. Why did you just take your shirt off?"
"It's evidence! Now, go flush it down the toilet." Here, Kaito gives him a strange look. "Why?"
He smiles, but doesn't give an answer. The other boy rolls his eyes, but went to do the task, walking with his back to him, causing the smile to fall and be replaced with a determined and focused look.
Turning to the woven bag, Kokichi looked in it and grabbed the dagger in it. He walked (limped, really. His back hurted like hell) towards the press, eyeing the power cord that was attached the press. He started sawing it with the dagger. It took a three or four minutes until he finished cutting all the way, which during that time Kaito had returned and quietly watched.
"So" the astronaut said when he finished. "What now?"
Kokichi let out an exaggerated sigh. "Now, we hide." After dropping the dagger near the torn power cord, and with no other explanation, he started walking (limping, again) towards the exisal, his goal obvious to the only other person around.
When they're both in front of it, he brings a hand to his chin and wonders. He was in no condition to be climbing it himself. Suddenly, feeling a burst of inspiration, a wide grin lit up his face. He swore he saw Kaito shiver in anticipation at his face in the corner of his eyes (Scratch that, he definitely did).
Out of nowhere, he jumped on the other boy's back, surprising him and eliciting a yelp from him. He let out a "Nishishish~!" at this, a smirk residing on his lips.
"What are you doing!?" Kaito freaked out, barely managing to hold on to him, lest he fell down. Kokichi was glad he did, not feeling like getting a concussion added to his list of injuries.
He rolled his eyes at how appalled he was. What did it look like he was doing? "You're going to carry me up there! Now, giddy up, Minion!"
He felt how indigant Kaito was at the nickname, but only heard a huff in reply. He was then surprised when the other boy adjusted him so that he was on his back, piggyback style, and actually started climbing up the exisal.
They ended arguing with each other while the taller boy scaled the exisal.
("Jeez, you're so light. How many pounds are you?"
"Hey, my weight is perfectly normal for a 17 year old! You, however, are fat."
"You're 17!? You look 12! And I'm not fat! Astronauts have to train everyday!"
"Whatever you say, fatso.")
He let out an "oof!" when the other boy unexpectedly dropped him into the exisal's cockpit, a pout leaving his lips. He frowned at the limited space and at how cold it was against his bare skin, swearing to himself that it used to be larger before somehow. Kaito gave a sigh as he sat there with him after closing the exisal's cover, almost squishing Kokichi half to death in the process (It made his arm hurt, but who was he to point that out?).
After a brief struggle, it resulted with one of his legs draped over Kaito's and an elbow in his chest, to which he gives a huff at.
Spotting the 'mute' button for the microphone on the dashboard, he took great care to press it to avoid being overheard before turning to the other boy and giving the next step of his plan away. He put his arms around his head (he barely managed to do it, the action being odd since he was still shirtless) and let out a blinding smile (one that really didn't match the circumstances).
"We're gonna go to the courtyard now!"
He decided to start with experimenting with the controls in order to figure out how to move the exisal. He saw how Kaito doesn't bother to help him, instead opting to watch, which Kokichi was glad for. He tried to ignore the cold walls of the exisal surrounding them, attempting to hide his small shivers.
It seemed as if his efforts were in vain, however, when he heard the other boy sigh and start messing with the buttons on his long-sleeved dress shirt. Within a minute, a shirt was thrown at his head, to wish he's ashamed of letting out a small shriek. A small chuckle followed it from the astronaut, to which Kokichi pouted at, making him snicker even more.
When Kaito saw him holding the shirt, he rolled his eyes. "Aren't you going to wear it? I'm tired of seeing your ribs." There's a scowl in return when Kokichi felt a poke at his chest.
He huffed, beginning to button the shirt on over himelf, finding the easy task hard with their limited space.
"I'll have you know that I do 100 pushups a day! Then, every other day, I do 200 sit ups!" he falsely boasted, feeling smug at the obvious skeptic on the other boy's face. He'd finished buttoning the shirt, feeling a little embarrased at how long the sleeves were and how they covered his hands.
Kokichi began moving the exisal and then there was a silence which then followed. For once, it was comfortable instead of tense, which he felt relaxed at. When they arrived at the courtyard, he decided to lay back and watch the stars shining brightly in the night sky, a sight he felt calm at. He saw Kaito copy him as well.
No matter how pretty the stars looked, he couldn't let his mind wander. How in the world were they going to survive in the trial? It was going to be him against everyone, even his beloved Shuichi, who unlike everyone else, actually gave him a chance. He gave a small, solemn smile at this to himself, not caring if the astronaut just happened to see it for once.
He ended up stargazing for a while, looking at the bright, white dots (even if they might've been fake), but noticed how quiet it was in the exisal. And boring. He decided to ask a question to Kaito, who was currently pretending to sleep next to him, knowing it would get a reaction out of him.
"Who do you think's going die first?"
Predictably, one of Kaito's eyes open and stares at him, unamused.
"Don't say that." There's an anger in his voice that's slowly rising.
Kokichi shrugged. "Maybe neither of us would die!" he exclaimed.
It's unspoken to the both of them of what was most likely going to be the inevitable. He pondered to himself for a second about how everything they did would be tied up in a big bow, somewhat like a present, but would eventually become unwrapped and torn with the upcoming class trial that was going to follow the next morning.
(Or maybe afternoon? It might take awhile for them to figure out what had happened, possibly a day or too. He hoped they wouldn't have to stay in the exisal for that long)
They stopped talking after that, and, somehow, he drifts off into a light sleep, his head leaning against Kaito's shoulder. He dreams (or is it a nightmare? Nevermind, he's too tired to think about it) about an "Upupupu!" and a rocketship shooting off into space, a red ERROR appearing and bright pink covering its only window, the stars shining brightly around it, not fitting the circumstances.