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Hajime Hinata was a… special case. He was simple-minded and plain, with brown spiky hair and tan skin. He had no talents in particular and got average grades. Hajime- No, I was… well, what Kamakura-Kun would say, straight-up boring as dirt, in fact, so boring I was worth less than .0345821 dollars, which he told me he estimated.

In middle school, the very last year, my parents had to save up more than $12,000 just to get in this school, only for works of advanced math, ELA, and fucking social studies all memorized to be dumped on me. I didn't even want to go to this school, much less, due to the fact, none of my friends would be going.

And now here I am, at a party of Ultimate at a tropical beach due to somehow forgetting my school ID card. In reality, I shouldn't complain, but the people around me, Ultimates, aren't really-

"Oh? Hajime-Kun? You came?" Asked a male's voice. It was friendly and a bit whispery, but familiar. "I knew I could depend on my luck, one of the only things that make me useful! But I'm trash even with my Ultimate." 

I turned around to take a look at him, a sharp glare on my face. It pissed me off he talked, as he would only praise others and trash talk himself, along with an undeniable obsession about hope.

Nagito Komaeda. Wispy, tentacle-like hair as white as the rice I ate that afternoon, a sickly pale complexion hit his skin with greyish blue eyes staring interested at me. He was slightly skinny but most definitely taller than me. He wore a green jacket that afternoon, with his usual white red-designed shirt, black pants, and brown loafers. He and I hung out together in our rooms mostly during the night, but that was because he was less talkative at that time of day.

"A-ah, sorry, am I boring you? It makes sense since, after all, I am disgusting-" I rudely interrupted Komaeda before he could continue, sighing and giving him a small smile. His face turned a cute pink.

"Hey, Nanami-chan!" I shouted across the room. 

Chiaki Nanami. She had pinkish-white chopped hair and a matching pair of soft eyes. She wore her casual clothes, a dark green cat sweater, a blouse underneath, and a dull yellow skirt. She was calm and tired most of the time, with sweeping game references I couldn't understand. She was my best friend- along with Kazuichi-Kun and quote, unquote "baby gangsta".

"What games are we playing today?" I asked. She was the game decider, along with Ibuki, who was usually the host. Today though, Chiaki was our host.

Everyone turned quiet, expecting something big. After all, she was the Ultimate gamer. If she didn't pick something that was a challenge to her, then this over-reactive class will riot.

The class went silent. "Oh…  um, I guess… Well, I thought we could play a classic. Maybe…"She thought for a second. Did she… not pick one? "Seven minutes in heaven?"

The whole class groaned. The last time we played this, Hanamura-Kun kept on receiving the bottle, over and over and over. It felt like sexual harassment when it landed on me one time, and we sat in the closet as he tried terrible advancements. After, he joked about coming to my room at night. So I locked my room with wood and sprayed salt and holy water outside. It worked, thankfully.

"Hey! What's the big deal?" Shouted Hanamura-Kun, face wrinkled. He didn't seem too pleased with our reactions. I wouldn't be either if I enjoyed what happened the last time.

"I think we'll have fun playing a game of seven minutes in heaven," Komaeda-Kun added, the one and the only person that the bottle didn't land on. 

"YEAH! I AGREE WITH KOMAEDA AND HANAMURA! DON'T BE WEAK, GUYS. WE CAN DO THIS!" Nekomaru-Kun yelled at us, punching his balled-up fists and breaking the sound waves in the room.

We all sighed as if we just signed ourselves up for a killing game. Oh well.

 

"My turn already?" Smiled Komaeda-Kun, the red glass bottle pointed at him. "How lucky!" We watched as Komaeda-Kun and Nanami-chan sat up very slowly and walked to the closest thing of a closet the titty typhoons, the crowded weird storage room.

The door shut behind them and a timer was put on, six minutes and sixty-six seconds. Usually, that wouldn't be possible, but the shiny two-legged timer in the room proved all of us wrong.

We whispered to each other, not like they would hear us from there.

"What do you think they're doing?" Asked Kazuichi-Kun, his bright pink neon hair blinding me.

I thought for a second. Nanami-chan and Komaeda-Kun weren't very close, and only talked to each other whenever I was around or… Really, they only talked to each other when I was around, to my knowledge. They've both been classmates to each other longer than I've known them, but don't communicate much. I remember that one time when Nanami-chan and I had a conversation about which girl he liked, which ended up as a forgotten bet. Strangely enough, she said I was. 

I'll have to bring that up again sometime today…

"Maybe they're doing… y' know," Hanamura-Kun suggestively raised his eyebrows. 

"Ew, gross!" Saionji-san wrinkled her forehead. "That weirdo with the Neet?" 

Koizumi-san scolded her for calling Nanami-chan a Neet since Nanami-san's job was to play games, and that was good enough for Koizumi-san.

"Actually," Owari-san interrupted through her loud chewing sounds, "Komaeda's gay." What?

As the others soared through the sky with surprise, I took a moment to think.

In a way, it made sense. The way Komaeda-Kun waited with a slightly red face for the other guys to change into other clothes. I'd wait with him sometimes to get to know him, and when we are alone in the locker room, his face was even redder. The fact he didn't even glance at the girls in our class, saying that all of us looked "so hopeful in different ways". 

My mind went to that one night where we shared a room once due to his in the main course being too far and I didn't want something to happen to him, with that strange luck of his and everything. He talked so much that night before I drifted to sleep, and I paid no mind to his words. I can't remember what he said either… 

"Why do you know that?" I asked, giving Owari-san a curious look. She paused for a second, replying with, 

"I think I once asked him what type of women he likes cuz' Oma-Kun asked me, saying he wanted blackmail. That's what Komaeda-Kun told me as well as, 'And tell Oma-Kun that I'll leak who he has a crush on if he tries this again." Oma-Kun? That little kid that once pranked me by somehow going to the reserve course, stealing all the ties in my room and wearing them without getting caught? He gets along with Komaeda-Kun if I remember correctly, which can also explain the unsubtle way Komaeda-Kun threatened him, and he threatened nobody.

"So you don't know who he likes?" The Ultimate Imposter asks, crossed arms with a frown.

"No, I do-"

Owari-san gets interrupted by the loud screeching of the timer, falling on itself.

Nanami-chan and Komaeda-Kun walk out, smiling at each other like they had a secret. Nanami-chan was carrying a game controller in her hand still, and Komaeda-Kun's hands were in his pine green jacket.

Everyone settled down, on a silent mutual agreement not to tell him what we learned today. After all, we weren't in class. Komaeda-Kun sat down between me and where Nanami-chan began to sit.

"So is it my turn now?" Komaeda-Kun asked. Nobody responded. He awkwardly chuckled and began to say, "Of course nobody responds, after all, I am a piece of disgusting trash that shouldn't be given a chance. Let's move on to the next person, shall we?"

Nobody responded, but stared at me, the next person. "Oh… That would be me, I guess. You shouldn't degrade yourself, Komaeda-Kun." I added, spinning the bottle. I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping not to get somebody like Hanamura-Kun or Saionji-san.

It landed on Komaeda-Kun, and I wasn't too sure if that was good or bad.

"Me again? Haha… That's a bit unfair, but trash like me shouldn't have an opinion. Plus, I know Hinata-Kun won't do anything brash luckily." He stands up again with a bright smile on his face.

I sigh and stand up with him, walking to the storage room. I can already hear the mummers from afar, as well as the new addition of Nanami-chan.

I sit down on the closet floor with Komaeda-Kun. It's cold and creaks a bit, even though it's made out of carpet, not wood.

"So what do you want to, Hinata-Kun?" Komaeda-Kun asks me. I shrug and glance around.

"I don't know. What did you do with Nanami-chan?" I respond, knocking on the carpet. It makes a door sound.

"Well… That's confidential." Komaeda-Kun tells me, a smile on his lips. "It sounded like there was something more important going on outside too." I freeze. "But that's just a hopeful guess."

I raise an eyebrow. "Hopeful guess?"

"N-no! I d-didn't mean to say it like I was as i-important as you and the others, Hinata-Kun. F-forgive me-"

I sigh loudly, patting his hair. It's unsurprisingly fluffy. "I was just saying that you are right in a way. We were talking about… Something you told Owari-san once." Komaeda-Kun stops moving. 

"Something I once told Owari-san?" Komaeda-Kun repeated, "Owari-san… Oh." He widens his eyes and sweat starts to bead down his face. His smile fades away and he stares at me.

He blinks at me.

"She told us you were gay," I told him, taking my hand off his hair. 

"Oh… ah, um… I told her that because Kokichi was starting to get on my nerves- Not like he's a bad person! But, I-I'm not gay-"

"It's fine, Komaeda-Kun." I tell him, "Nobody's trying to judge you."

Komaeda-Kun looks down, covering his eyes with his eyes. His words are shaky and sometimes cut short by himself. "That's a lie, Hinata-Kun and you know it. Ever since I got here, everybody has been judging me over and over, they've all been shutting me out of the class, and even though you aren't even in our class, you know it too. T-There's only one different person… And that's you, Hinata-Kun." He looks up at me and I can see his face more clearly.

He's crying.

Was Komaeda-Kun trying to discreetly tell me something? That I was different from everyone else? Because that wasn't right. "No, you're wrong Komaeda. I'm not different from everyone else, I've been judging you since I've met you.

"For your strange belief in hope- to how you treat yourself, how you don't mind pain, how you talk with Oma-Kun and his few friends, how your smiles can be so different, how you like bagels in the morning and always get orange juice for me- To how you brush your hair out your face whenever you think too hard, and when you enjoy a conversation with me, you have the prettiest look on your face, and- And…

"I think I've deduced that I might be in love with you," I tell him, pulling him into a hug. He makes a jittery noise that I think was a gasp, and he hugs me back. "If you don't want me to, I won't judge you anymore. I'll just-" 

Komaeda-Kun pulls me away and stares into my eyes. He has stopped crying, and he smiles at me, the smile he puts on when he enjoys our conversation. Pretty and messy.

He slowly inches toward my face, as if asking for consent for something. I pull his face closer and we kiss. A sweet kiss full of love and nothing else.

We hear a screeching sound from outside.

"I don't mind you judging me, because you're different. Because you're more than just a friend to me, Hajime-Kun."

 

"So, hey… Komaeda-Kun." Hanamura-Kun starts, "Who's your crush?" He grins, teeth and everything showing. Everyone stares at him, silently anticipating.

Nagito-Kun stares at him for a second before a small smile grows on his face, and he rubs his cheek. "My boyfriend..? Well, you've already met him, Hanamura-Kun. Though I probably don't deserve him as I am a piece of trash-"

I flick his forehead and sigh. "I guess I'm the one that fills the role, Hanamura-Kun," I tell them. Nagito-Kun grumbles as he rubs his forehead and nods.

"Hey, Hajime-Kun!" Shouts Nanami-chan, rubbing one of her eyes as if to tell me she's sleepy. "I won the bet of who Komaeda-Kun likes, you owe me five dollars." Oh. 

Oh well. 










"I love you, Nagito," I told him, smiling as we left the titty typhoon. Who would've known my first love would be realized in a musical place on a tropical island with such a weird but beautiful guy? Who wouldve known...

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CHAPTER 6:

Regrets were a small matter, only important when they were taken in and mattered. Regrets were…  Regrets were used for the weak. And Kokichi Ouma wasn’t weak.

He couldn’t be. No matter what, he just couldn’t be weak.

Not when he was dropped off at an orphanage at the young age of two years old because he was “boring”. Not when he became a leader with a measly count of ten people only he could call his family, his friends.

Not when he was kidnapped with no memories and had to rely on some stupid looking flashlight that made no sense and no alibi to be true unless that monochronic metal teddy bear, Monokuma, was telling the truth, which Kokichi Ouma couldn’t tell.

Not when he was told he was in a killing game, rules aisling them up like they were on display, people always watching them as often as the moon to the Earth. With sixteen other Ultimates he has strangely never met in his entire life:

Kaede Akamatsu . The Ultimate Pianist, too optimistic for me to even say she was in the right mind. She seemed to have been acting as the leader of the group- and as a test subject.

Rantaro Amami . The Ultimate… He was charismatically calm and mysterious. He was easy to get along with but our meetings were cut short due to him being a suspicious sacrifice, as well as a plot turner. He was… useful, but not anymore.

Kirumi Tojo . The Ultimate Maid. Inclined to do anything that we asked and polite and tidy. One could say she was useful, but only when she knew what to do. She was nice and made good pancakes. If she didn’t die, then Kokichi Ouma would have more than happily enjoyed- used her.

Ryoma Hoshi . The Ultimate Tennis Player. He reminded Kokichi Oma of his grandfather- But that’s a lie, he never knew his grandfather. He acted old and depressed all the time and added nothing but the empathetic feeling. He treated Kokichi Ouma like a kid but… No, Kokichi Ouma doesn’t pity.

Korekiyo Shinguji . The Ultimate Anthropologist, but might as well be the Ultimate Brother (KILLER). He was somewhat dark and eerie, and his taste in life was… distasteful. He was a failure, an unpleasant character.

Tenko Chabashira . The Ultimate Aikido Master. A strong antipathy towards men, and a strong personality. She added personality depth to Himiko Yumeno, as well as causing some events to happen.

Angie Yonaga . The Ultimate Artist. A noxious devotion to her god, Atua. Delusional, and a bit insane could be a few words you could use to sum her up, but she was also the one that started the Student Council, which… Disbanded.

Gonta… Gokuhara . The Ultimate Entomologist, as well as a striving to-be gentlemen. He was well-liked for his friendliness and innocence that got him killed or perhaps was it for knowing too much. He was Kokoki Ouma’s… Guinea pig.

Miu Irumi . The Ultimate Inventor. She was known for being obnoxiously loud and using inappropriate language at people. She was useful in a way only when you asked her to be after degrading her or begging her.

...And that was all the people Kokichi Ouma was going to miss-

“But that’s a lie!” Kokichi Ouma shouts at the crowd in front of him, a wide, face-splitting grin forced on his face, raised arms and wide eyes. Was he regretting his plan? Did it even matter anymore? Oh well. He was too far into his plan now and it didn't even matter now, as nobody even cared for him. Plus, all those cuts on his arms, which he couldn’t even remember putting on himself, weren’t accidental.

The crowd, the rest of the survivors as well as Kokichi Oma’s enemy stood with angry eyes, as well as gaped mouths- but that was little to no importance to him, after all, he planned this.

“I’m a liar, as well as the Mastermind! Why keep to the rules when they’re so small when only we are around? Especially when I’m the mastermind too.” Ouma-Kun adds his signature laugh and gets a few new earned, hard-earned glares from the crowd.

“You- You jerk! You coward!” Shouts Momota-Kun, raising his fist.

“Come and fight me then if I’m such a coward, idiot!” Ouma-Kun yells back. Just as Momota-Kun steps forward from the crowd, Ouma-Kun moves forward in the machine and begins his initiation to his plan-

“No! Momota!” Saihara, poor Saihara tells him and moves in front of him, and the machine pulls him forward.

Ouma-Kun blinks.

Regrets were a small matter, only important when they were taken in and mattered. Regrets were… Was this a regret? Who knows? Why, certainly not Ouma-Kun! He had no idea what this strange new rotten feeling was… But that was a lie. Poor little wonderful Saihara-Kun, which he decided to spare in his original plan, made him have his very last regret.

“Welp, looks like I don’t need you anymore IDIOT! When I have Saihara… Saihara- When I have Saihara-chan as my new captive. I mean, I was planning on taking you but nope!~”

Before the others could respond, Ouma-Kun hurried with his newfound captive out. And with that, the scene ended.

 

SHUICHI SAIHARA

“Ouma-Kun?” Saihara-Kun whispered, eyes wide as the man in question peacefully drank his bottled water next to him on the wall. He seemed unusually content with it, playing with his hair over and over and over- It seemed a bit memorizing.

“I’m not talking to you.” Ouma-Kun pouted, turning his face to the side. His purple eyes dimmed and he stared at his surroundings. They were in the hanger, the place Ouma-Kun has taken them to. 

“Ouma-Kun… I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a plan- But, who knows if it’d work or not!” Saihara-Kun told him, “And how would you know if Momota-Kun would agree, or if Iruma-san’s invention wouldn’t malfunction all of a sudden, or that- that... The mastermind might stop you.”

Ouma-Kun widened his eyes, blankly staring at him. But that cute look quickly faded, a wide, creepy grin grew on his face. “And, how do you know that, Shumai?” He said, his smile fading. He tilted his head and fluttered his eyelashes.

“Well… I know you.” Saihara-Kun said with confidence, a subtle smile on his face, “You… I’ve spent enough time with you to know you, more than anyone else. I know- No, I trust you won’t be the mastermind.”

Ouma-Kun sighed. “That’s so stupid, Shumai. You're too dependent, you know."

Saihara-Kun would laugh, but he knew that would give himself away, even if it was just a small laugh, so Saihara-Kun just nodded in agreement, as if to say he was too dependent.

"But," Ouma-Kun started, leaning closer to him. He smelled like his conditioner, which if Saihara-Kun remembered what it was called, he thinks it's "hustling death of Sweetman", from a company he often sees around here, Danganronpa. "Now that I think about it… You may help me more to end this game."

"You're unusually calm about this whole situation," Saihara-Kun noted, in a dreamlike jittery voice.

Ouma-Kun furrowed his brows. "So are you. Anyways, so the original plan can't work anymore because it's YOU." He said it like Saihara-Kun was part of some sort of disease. "You're the one that first told everyone the idea the mastermind was in the game, the first one to find something and put up a trap while Kayayday pretended she did as much work as you. You're the person who has been finding all the clues and uncovering all the mysteries while the others stood by and watched. You're the one… You would cause a problem in my main plan if you were there- Wait! That was the problem with my plan.” Ouma-Kun gasped. 

Saihara-Kun amusingly stared at him, but that look quickly faded. “I see.” He responded, deeply in thought.

“C’ moon, Shumai!” Ouma-Kun, “Help me win-”

“End,” Saihara-Kun corrected.

“Yeah, whatever. Help me end this fun little game!- But actually, no, don’t. It’s fun.”

 

KAITO MOMOTA

Momota-Kun groaned, blood spilling out his pained mouth. He knew he should've not minded the pain, as it just made it worse, but he just couldn’t. The pain… It hurt so much.

He sighed as it stopped spilling out, the dreadful feeling in his head somewhat disappearing. He tightened the painfully wide smile on his face as he left the bathroom, clutching his sore stomach. Momota-Kun told himself that it was fine, that this wasn’t wrong, there were more important things to be important to be thinking about, like how Ouma-Kun took Saihara-Kun and was most likely torturing him.

“Oh… Hey Kiibo!” Momota-Kun said, a wide smile on his face. He swiftly let go of his stomach.

“Hello, Momota-Kun.” Nods Kiibo, his soft voice sounding weak. He sat straight on Momota-Kun's couch, hands held tightly in his lap.

“Did you want something from me this late- How did you even get in?” Momota-Kun asked, glancing at his door. It was unlocked, and wide-open, even though Momota-Kun could remember he locked it tight. Did Kiibo know how to unlock doors now all of a sudden?

“I- Well, my inner voice was telling me to go to you- The door was unlocked when I got in, so I assumed something was wrong. It seems I was right.” Kiibo says, “You don’t look like you’re alright. And you are not alright.” Momota-Kun flinched.

“Do… I’m fine I swear to Angie’s god, I’m fine.” I reassured him, 

“Will you not talk to me because I’m a robot?” He asks.

Momota-Kun reassures him more and more and he leaves with a sigh, as simple as that. After he left, Momota-Kun made sure to lock the door, turning his head to the wild-looking bump underneath my bed. 

Momota-Kun's eyes glazed over the bump before cautiously walking towards it. But when he uncovered it from the clutches of his blanket, there was nothing but a small box. A small, tightly shut box that wasn’t always there.

He slowly opened it. Taking in the feeling of dread when a scream occurred outside his door. Yumeno-san, his mind flashed.

Momota-Kun rushed out, stuffing the box underneath his bed, to see Himiko Yumeno being threatened with a small kitchen knife, the holder… With blue hair and a wide smile on their face, Momota-Kun could only stare. Or more so, he couldn’t believe it, as it was just too out of character.

 

SHUICHI SAIHARA 

“Hey, S-Saihara-Kun…” Saihara-Kun could hear Ouma-Kun mutter in his sleep, shivering. Saihara-Kun's eyes went wide open, glancing at Ouma-Kun, back facing him and curled up into a little ball. Saihara-Kun thought for a second, to why Ouma-Kun was calling out to him this late, or why he was suddenly using formalities.

“Yes?” Saihara responded, “Is there something you want from me?”

“I-I... Had this r-really bad dream, that y-you and m-me were in that game, and-” Ouma-Kun abruptly stopped talking. And started to stretch with a groan. 

“Ouma-Kun?” Saihara-Kun called out, confused.

“Yeeeeeeees~?”He said, a wide smile breaking out on his face. Saihara-Kun sighed.

“Are you alright? You were… Calling for me.”

“But that was a lie!”

“How can it be- When- I was the one who heard you though?”

Ouma-Kun quickly lost interest, twirling his hair as he sat up, still curled up in a ball. He seemed to be thinking about something, but Saihara-Kun didn’t pay as much attention to his thoughts as he was for the way Ouma-Kun looked. He looked sick and unlike himself, with a tight frown.

“I had a strange dream.” Ouma-Kun finally said, looking into Saihara-Kun's gray eyes.

“So I’ve heard.” He muttered underneath his breath. “Yes?”

“It was about a dog jumping off a bridge-” Saihara-Kun gave him a hard look, “Geez, geez… I had a dream, a dream of you, and me.” When Saihara-Kun didn’t respond, he went on. “We were… You know what, I should just tell you later.” Ouma-Kun shooed him away, “Go… Do the plan.”

“W-Wait? Right now?” Saihara-Kun asked, brows furrowed. Ouma-Kun smiled at him.

“What? You want to stay with me, my lovely little detective lover?” 

“Yeah… I’ll go now, Ouma-Kun. Thank you for showing me how you really feel. “Saihara-Kun said, a small smile on his face as he left the hanger. He regretted that there was an empty feeling in himself as he walked out, the first person he spots being Yumeno-san.

After a small encounter with meeting Momota-kuna and Yumeno-san, a small smile grew on his face. Nobody would expect it- Not even his beloved Ouma-Kun, plus, popular characters were meant to be killed off.

… Not like he could ever kill Ouma-Kun.

 

KOKICHI OUMA

Ouma-Kun regretted the way he first approached Saihara-Kun, a wide smile on his face and lies spilling out, polluting the air. The fact that even before Akumatsu-san died, Saihara-Kun still came to him to talk, before realizing Amami-Kun was still around. The fact that Saihara-Kun didn’t ever give up on him, and… Maybe if they met outside, outside of this wretched place, Saihara would've just ignored him, called him annoying and furrowed his brows. That would’ve been better, then he wouldn’t have any regrets.

“What do you mean, Kaito?” Harukawa -san asked, red eyes glaring.

“I-I swear! It was Saihara!” Momota-Kun shouts, coughing a bit.

“This… isn’t like you, Kaito-Kun.” Saihara innocently said, sounding seriously worried. He wasn’t ever a good liar, Ouma-Kun knew, so he couldn't be lying. But Momota-Kun was right that all the facts seem to add up, with Saihara-Kun going into the apartments the same time he releases him, their plan, the external injuries and the lack of help Saihara-Kun was giving them- Or rather, switching his sides and unsure of how her death was caused.

“Why?! Why did you kill Yumeno-san?”

“That-” Saihara-Kun tries to respond, but gets interrupted.

“No, don’t respond, Shuichi.” Harukawa-san tells him, sealing her lips tightly and turning to Momota-Kun. “This isn't like you. The most likely person to have killed somebody her is that purple-”

“No!” Ouma-Kun finally speaks up, “Are you sure you didn’t see Tsumugi-chan? She, after all, doesn’t have an alibi and you could easily mistake them.”

“I have seen my-” Momota-Kun's voice breaks, “I have seen him more times then I can even count,” Ouma-Kun held back a remark, “And memorized his face!”

“Well… you wouldn’t be wrong that-” Saihara-Kun tried to speak again.

Kiibo-Kun spoke up. “It just doesn't add up-” Kiibo, oh poor Kiibo, it did. “If Saihar-Kun did it, then I would have seen him.”

“You saw Yumeno-san, right?” Saihara-Kun argues for the wrong side, a too wide but too small smile shining on his face, Ouma-Kun held back the urge to throw a knife at all of them. Actually, that could work.

“Yes…” Kiibo agrees.

“And she dies right after you leave and go into your room, right?” Saihara-Kun continued. Why would Kiibo need a room? Who knows.

“Yes… The alarm went right after I heard a door open and a scream.”

“Then…” Don’t you dare say it, Saihara-Kun, Ouma-Kun thinks, breathing stopped. “I’m the killer!” A wide smile falls on his face, “Not like this is my first kill either, you know?” Ouma-Kun regretted it all.

“I’m the one who killed poor, handsome Amami because he was getting on my nerves…” Saihara-Kun glaces at Ouma-Kun and he looks away from Saiahra-Kun's gleaming yellow eyes, “And Akamatsu-san! Or should I say Kaede? After all, she is- was my best friend.” Nobody talked, wide eyes with surprise, but no anger.

“Oh yeah,” Saihara-Kun says calmly, “By the way, I’m the mastermind.”



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There wasn’t a mistake if Shuichi Saihara had to infer for himself. There had to be no mistake, after all. After all… Mistakes like his last investigation weren’t allowed.

Shuichi Saiahra wasn’t one to make a mistake- Lying? Not easy for him but that he could handle… But mistakes were undeniably, unmistakingly, undoubtedly prohibited when it was quite an unamusing border that blocked him from perfection. With his sharp navy down to his nape, muddy grey eyes that some have mentioned shined a bright yellow when he looked them in the eye- rarely, if he must add. His eyelashes were supposedly long, and his eyes sharp as if he was looking intensely at something. He smelled like… coffee a bit, and that weird smell books gave off. His senses were sharper than normal people, though he would argue as much. 

Shuichi Saihara was a high schooler, younger than most people working under his type of work, though the police let it pass- Rather, the police needed to let him pass, as he was one of the best detectives and the only one that was able to solve the “Shuichi Saihara Case”, which they nicknamed as. It was a bit hard to deal with both his tests and education as well as earning money and having his brain be simulated, but he did it somehow- As well as his secret hobby that only his closest friends knew, like Maki or Kaede- Not Kaito, he was just too loud, even though Saihara wouldn’t say so himself.

Saihara’s mind dragged back to the topic sitting in front of him, the mistake’s purple eyes staring anticipatingly back at him. Saihara quickly turned away, face red as he pushed his cap down. He didn’t enjoy people looking at his face.

“So… Are you sure it wasn’t a mistake to bring him here?” Whispered his superior, sitting in the chair next to him. 

“...” Saihara hesitated, “... No?” Like I said, he wasn’t good at lying.

His superior sighed. “Well, this is just… Crazy isn’t it Saihara-Kun?” He did an awkward laugh and then turned his attention back to those purple eyes. “Can you speak?”

“No.” The boy said, wide eyes and blank lips. The boy seemed to be around 11 years old, though Saihara wouldn’t start guessing ages when his friends Himiko and Ryoma were shorter than the boy. 

The boy- or guy, or mistake- had twisty hair that he was currently playing with, purple with highlighted tips, as well as the same pair of purple eyes. His eyes were innocent-looking enough, though Saihara wouldn’t allow himself to judge a book by its cover. Especially in the situation he saw the boy in. The boy was given a white sweatshirt and white sweatpants, including some checkered scarf they found on the boy. 

There was something about the boy that made him less than welcomed to society, or in any place really. Even Saihara, who had a witch- mage as friend, a guy aspiring to be an astronaut, somebody that was once the culprit of some of his cases before and told him once she was an assassin that Saihara hoped was a joke, a famous pianist, and more to come, it made him a bit afraid.

It was those black wings stuck on his back, shaped like what you could call “demonic”, as well as those sharp looking horns that stayed on his head. If Saihara had something to say, it would be, “Why the fuck did I walk into an empty building that was reported as a joke, and walked in to see a summoning symbol, goddamn Korekiyo reading on the ground lie he was at a library, and this boy in the middle of the circle?” Saihara did not usually curse, but this was just one of those moments.

Of course, Saihara asked Korekiyo what and why he was doing this, and he just responded with “As always, your brain is as unique as all our other friends. I can sense amazing things from you, Shuichi.” And then left for the woods, where Saihara could only hope he would die.

He shook his head, trying to focus back on the boy. He always overthought too much.

“But that’s a lie!” A wide grin fell on the boy’s face.

“Do you know who you are? Or rather, why there are horns and wings on you?”

The boy paused for a second. “Well, I’m Kokichi Ouma- But not really. I know who I am, though I can’t remember where I live… I know Shinguji-Kun, the guy Saihara-Kun’s friends with. He said that I should stay with him, because… Well, I forgot what this was going right now.” He had an expressionless face if Saihara ever saw one.

"Maybe it was a mistake to bring him here…" Saihara told his superior. 

His superior looked at him for a second, then back at this strange purple kid. A small smile grew on his face when he did and he suddenly stopped, as if in some awkward trance.

"No." The voice of his superior told him, though it sounded a bit off. "I think you should bring him to your house." Saihara's eyes widened, looking at his superior as if he was crazy. He quickly looked away, being careful not to look him in the eyes.

"Your friend is the one who found him correct? Shinguji-Kun?" Saihara slowly, confused and unsure. "Well then, this is clearly a prank, and this guy is obviously faking those horns and wings." It didn't look that way to Saihara. "I'll leave him to you until you find your friend, alright?" A pat on the shoulder, a small smile, and the cracking of joints as his superior left from the important meeting room, and that was that.

Saihara stared at the kid for a second, and let a long, dignified sigh out before looking at the boy

“Hello. May I ask what happened before I came in? And who are you? And if you’re okay? And what the fucking hell- Excuse my language please, did Korekiyo do?”

 

Saihara woke up with a headache, a bad dream in his head fading in and out. What was the bad dream he wondered? Well, it was about a small boy, with tentacle-like hair and innocent purple matching eyes, long black wings with tints of purple and short horns jutting out the top of his head. It was about him bringing that boy home after doing a supposedly prank investigation from prank information, Korekiyo running off, leaving a summoning circle. It was about after him bringing the boy home, he had to lock his room full of his secret hobby, but not being able to find the key after. It didn’t help that he remembered feeling soft and fuzzy in his insides when he felt something warm nuzzle up to him, which was presumably the boy.

“Mhn…” He groaned, feeling something stuffed into his pajamas.

Saihara quickly opened up his eyes, widening them when he saw that same purple mistake- boy soundly sleeping. He took a second take and saw the boy’s eyes staring back at him, blinking.

“Ah… Hello?- Wait, didn’t I tell you that I would be the one sleeping on the floor, and you would be on the bed? Why are you here!?” He panicked a bit, flinching when the boy yawned.

“No, you didn’t.” The boy said, his strange, realistic wings stretching behind his back. He expressed small expressions that seemed to make a big change to Mr. Detective, watching with confusion. Saihara was pretty sure he did tell the boy that, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense for him to be on the floor like he liked it.

“But that’s a lie!” The boy smiled, a wild grin falling on his face. Saihara’s face grew into a grim expression, a frown with furrowed brows. “Oh, C’moooon! Nobody likes stupid expressions like those, though that’s a lie.”

“Can you please tell the truth, it’s giving me a headache this early. And can you get off of me, please?” Saihara asked politely.

“Why would I tell the truth if it’s what you want? It makes me feel sick just thinking about it!” 

“That’s a lie, correct?” Saihara asked, earning a wider grin on the boy’s face. “Alright then..? You still haven’t answered me about your name..”

“That? Wow, you can’t even guess! Aren’t you supposed to be a sir detective! I even gave you my name last time, geez… I feel so unloved!” The boy cried, small tears crawling down his face. Saihara couldn’t help but feel sorry, noting down that boy didn’t care whether he cried or not, or smile- In fact, he just seemed to speak whatever came to mind, but that could also wrong, because every lie he tells seems to be calculated- But that wasn’t what Saihara was supposed to be thinking right now. He ignored the fact that he also knew Saihara’s job.

Saihara thought back to last night, the bright lights of the detective's meeting room, and the surprise coming back to his face to see such a small boy with dark wings and horns. The name he gave back then… Was Kokichi Ouma.

“Remember, I’m a liar! So trust every single word I say and eat it!” The boy said.

Was he hinting at something? Saihara thought too hard for a second and had a thought. If he was a liar.. then wouldn’t that mean he could be contradicting himself one time after another? He told us, my superior and I, that his name wasn’t Kokichi Ouma, but he also said it was. He told us his name first though, but then told me it was a lie. So… Was it a lie or not?

“Is your name… Kokichi Ouma?” Saihara asked, hesitant and unsure. He had too much going through his head. 

“Wooooah~ You got it correct, but is that really my name?” He said, “I don’t have a name, but I guess it can be that.” Saihara paused for a second and went out his head.

“W-What did you just say..?” An unequal smile came upon Saihara’s face, his brows furrowing.

“I just said I don’t have a name. Are you mute or something?” The boy- Kokichi Ouma- asked, leaning forward. It didn’t help when Ouma grazed his hand across-

“Uh- Can you please move?!” Saihara asked, uncomfortably shifting backwards. Ouma paused, widely blinking as he hesitantly got off. Saihara noticed how confused he looked, but didn’t say anything.

“Can you answer some other basic questions as well, Ouma-Kun?” Saihara asked, getting up.

“Uh- No.”

“How much do you remember?” Saihara asked, helping the boy shakingly get up.

“THat’s a very bad question! I can’t remember anything about my past other than my body’s knowledge. Want me to tell you the size of my dic-'' His words sounded like a lie, but Saihara didn’t question it. It just gave him something to work with.

“N-No thank you. If you can remember yourself, can you tell me how old you are or any other basic knowledge that would be helpful for the police?”

“My age?- That’s a new one. I’m most definitely 12 years old!” That made sense- “That’s a lie! I’m 17 years old, but I bet you believed me! I like Panta so make sure to give me all of those and I’ll be very happy~!”

“Oh. Alright then…” Saihara muttered, “Are you friends with Korekiyo?”

“Hmm... Depends. Are you friends with me?”

‘No-”

“Then I’m not friends with him. He was just there reading when I woke up.”

“Is… that a lie?”

“Depends.”

“Do you know why you have those… strange wings and horns on the back of you?” Saihara meticulously asked.

“Of course I do! Do you take me for an idiot?” He did an exaggerated gasp and shook his head like he was disagreeing with the detective.

“W-What? No- Can you tell me why you have those- those things?” Saihara asked.

“Depends.” Saihara wished he would stop saying that.

“Wait- Are you hungry? I can give you some food if you want.” Saihara said, getting ready to leave the room.

“Oh,” Ouma said. “Yeah, I guess I am a bit. Though that’s a lie. I can’t even eat.” Saihara ignored the lie- after all, everyone had to eat at some point in their life- And went out of the room to go make something. “And please, for god’s sake, don’t poke around in my room.”

Saihara had a thought, clicking in. He decided he wouldn’t mind trying it out, after all, it has worked before.

 

He left Kokichi Ouma, the strange short purple-headed, winged boy his age alone, which wasn’t the best idea if he knew things, but Ouma thought Shuichi Saihara knew nothing.

“Well, what to do now?” Ouma asked himself silently in the now quiet room. He looked around and thought deeply for a second.

This was a mistake, he thought. He wondered back to his memories of home.

Kokichi Ouma was a demon, a very well organized demon that lived in the uptown part of hell- But that’s a lie, as he wasn’t a demon and most definitely did not ever go to hell. In fact, he was just a human- though that’s another lie. Kokichi Ouma was a certified S-class liar- though that’s a lie in a lie in a lie! There wasn’t such a thing. He was certainly not a liar though-

Ouma decided he should stop thinking, as his head was a bit busy lying to itself. He decided to let his voice do the introduction.

“...My name is Kokichi Ouma- though that’s a lie. I don’t have a name. I was sent here to the human world for a certain quest that is unallowed to be said out loud- you’d understand if your life was on the line. I’m not certain if that one’s a lie, though I wouldn’t count on it. The point is that I must talk to this Sahara guy till the rest of his short life- And turn him into a demon. How, or why- Is all classified.” Ouma ended his talk in one breath and looked keen-eyed around the room.

It was a simple room, not clean or dirty, and more empty than anything else. There was a shelf full of Danganronpa bear things- Ouma thinks they’re called Monokumas’, all different but looking the same. There was a small desk that sat in the very corner of the gray walled room, full of paper works and stacked to the ceiling with books. There was a black shelf of course- but it was empty, with only one book that read, “FRIEND OBSERVATION”. Ouma picked the book up and it fit right into his hands.

He opened up to the first page- And to his surprise, he saw a familiar name. Kaede Akamatsu.

“Huh?’ Ouma gave himself a blank face as he slowly blinked. “I thought she died!” But that was a lie. He knew she went on an important mission only the most musical skilled could go on, but he didn’t expect to see her so soon, and it’s only been 9 years!

Everything was written in Saihara’s strange handwriting., about the angel herself.

Kaede Akamatsu

Female_ 167cm_ March 26_ Blood, O

Likes: Piano, Playing Famous pieces, Speaking casually with friends, PInk

Dislikes: Bicycles, Shyness, Other leaders, Shotput balls, Suicide

Has one twin sister, to be unnamed.

They must’ve been talking about Junko? Did Kaede tell him? But it says unnamed…

ACTIONS TO BE NOTED:

 

  • When first meeting her, she seemed to go immediately to me. Says it looked like I needed friends.
  • When she was 9 years old, she often speculated on the idea of marriage between us.
  • When she was 10 years old, she seemed to have started her hobby of piano, saying she was naturally gifted. *No 10 year old could play Mozart memorized, even most prodigies. She told me to keep her hobby a secret.
  • When she was 11 years old, she started to get the idea that I was focusing my attention on detective works. She helped me get my job by talking to my Uncle.
  • When she was 12 years old, she kissed me. Then I got the idea we were just friends.
  • When she was 13 years old, she forced me to confess to a girl I liked- She thought I liked her. And the supposed “crush” announced that she has had a crush on me for a long time.
  • When she was 14 years old, she forced me to break up with the girl. She seemed to dislike how she seemed to be so similar to herself but didn’t say anything.
  • When she was 15 years old, she seemed to be wasting more money. She seemed to be frustrated about something, but I didn’t say anything.
  • When we were 16 years old, we began to grow apart. I told her something and she seemed threatened by it.
  • When we turned 17 years old, she forced me to be her best friend. When she tried to play me music to make me fall asleep, it didn’t work.

 

All of the other friend things went similar to this, and Ouma began to recognize most of them. 

Maki, a sister-like friend, a demon to Ouma before she went on a mission including high-rate murder. In the book, she did nothing but watch him for the sidelines for a long time, before Saihara decided to speak to her, and they became close friends. Ouma had to read that passage again since nobody since it was a known rule that one could never spot her if she was hiding.

Miu, a vulgar demon that he often had insult fights with went on a secret mission including her inventing skills. In the book, Miu first threw a strange, different dimension-looking mechanic, but it didn’t work. That seemed impossible, as her devices always worked- in both the human world and ours, and they were always amazing, even Ouma had to admit.

Rantaro, another demon Ouma once crushed on when he was younger, until he disappeared without notice. They were very close, like brothers, him and Ouma. It made his heart fall a little when the book, Saihara notices how Rantaro always talks about “Kichi”, a close friend to him. Rantaro… So this is where he went.

Ryoma,  an angel, the shortest kid that was great at playing tennis, but gave up on it to the path of- What was he even doing before he disappeared? He just disappeared one day after saying he had nothing to live for. In this book, it gives Ouma an in-depth explanation of how he slowly started to beat Ryoma at tennis, and then Ryoma got back into it.

Tenko, a demon that often acknowledged him as a girl- from what type of creature he was. She left after going on a mission requiring her power skills that she could use in the open to defend our greatest and youngest mage and angel, Himiko. Himiko was sent on a mission to use her magic on something, to be left unsaid. The book said they would talk to him after a long day right before work and try to pull some magic tricks on him, like the hypnotizing tricks she’d use or the card game where she would earn herself a sharp knife underneath the cards. In the thing, it said that no matter how many times she did- Or tried- She couldn’t get the cards or watch, or anything to work around him. Tenko would even fight him some days after and leave him confused and stressed.

Tsumugi. A fun demon Ouma met when he was younger that didn’t seem to have a clear identity, where she was fun to mess around with because she liked to go into the human world without permission, liking to dress up as them and pretend to be them. In the book, it explains how much she likes to dress him up in weird clothes. Those days, he got free clothes.

Angie, a demon Ouma met when going up to heaven in a church. She left him alone like all his other friends for a reason, going in need of her painting and her… cult stuff. In the book, it explains how he first met Angie in a church, painting in absurd poses with Korekiyo and his sister. Saihara meets them through prank investigations… Like how Ouma met Saihara.

An ink of confusion, fear, and another feeling crept into his mind. All his friends were demons, and all of their tricks weren’t working on him… Ouma was sent here for a reason, and if known of his friend’s powers were working…

Ouma read on, not paying attention to the person next to him.

Gonta, somebody that followed Ouma around like a mosquito, an entomologist as well. In the book, it explained when he met the angel in the woods, without any shoes and carrying a box full of bees. Saihara seemed unaffected by them somehow, which was not normal.

Kiibo, who in the book, often hung around with Miu. Ouma hasn’t heard about him ever, which was a bit strange. He seemed to have a prosthetic arm and leg, a robotics nerd, and was rather into Japanese traditions and foods, as he would come to school in a kimono, but then get corrected he was in a girl’s kimono.

Then there was Kaito, somebody that Ouma argued with much and went somewhere he could spend his days before dying of sickness. It’s saying that Kaito, Saihara, and Maki often stayed up all night together working out or talking about life. It suits them, in a way- The supposed quiet detective, the assassin that often threatened others, and the charismatic astronaut-wishing guy that had few years left to live. 

Ouma flipped to the next page, wide-eyed, seeing the title in sloppy cursive.

Shuichi Saihara

Male_171 cm_September 7_Blood, REDACTED

Likes: REDACTED

Dislikes: REDACTED

Has one Detective Uncle, Two Famous parents

ACTIONS TO BE NOTED:

  1. There is nothing to note down.

Ouma found it a bit strange how there was a page just for Saihara himself.

“So you finished,” Saihara said, bored eyes as he breathed down Ouma’s neck. “Did you recognize any of them?”

Ouma blinked.

“You don’t have to answer. I already know.” Saihara said, “Kokichi Ouma. Male, 156 centimeters, born on June 21, and is a demon- Or rather, an incubus. But you’re type would be more of a succubus, wouldn’t it?”

Ouma heard the front door open, and Saihara stood up. “Well, it is a weekend, and my friends are here, so let’s ignore the conversation. C’mon, let’s go introduce you again.”

He gave him a small kiss on the lips and left, leaving Ouma with a sick feeling of dread in his stomach.

Chapter Text

Maybe, Saihara thought, it wasn’t a mistake to bring Ouma here.

"Hello, Kaede.” Saihara shyly smiled towards the girl as she slowly took off her shoes and smiled back. It was a confused smile like she was trying to figure something out, with a hint of hatred. How refreshing. It was always that way after Saihara shared his secret hobby with her, and he didn’t mind. It was always funny how much their friendship has changed over the years.

“Hi, Shuichi… You don’t have to sound so formal with me anymore, after all, I’ve known each other for more years than I can count with my fingers.” That was her funny way of reminding him that even though they’ve known each other for only 9 years, she has watched him for longer, always trying to observe… Saihara snapped his head out of his thoughts.

“Hey, Shuichi!” Banged Kaito, pulling himself out the doorway and almost bumping into Kaede. She gave him a friendly smile and let her guard down. Saihara knew she didn’t like him very much, but at least he was much easier to manipulate.

Kaede was barely shorter than him, a blonde string of hair jumping out on the top of her head, hair brushed out her face with a silver, beautiful music clip he gifted her. It fits her, he has to admit. She wore a pale pink jumper, shorts to a shirt, and had magenta tights underneath and an orange bracelet. She wore her usual loafers and had her usual hands tapping on herself like playing a piano, like usual.

Kaito was taller and had a stronger physique than both of them, spiky offish purple hair protruding out with extra gel, as well as a small goatee. His skin was a bit pinkish, and he had determined, sharp eyes that Saihara felt matched that wide grin on his face. He wore a white patterned shirt with a pale, thin jacket. He had a long purple jacket over that one with one hand out, inside was a unique outer space pattern, He seemed to dress up as he would have usually for school as if he was too lazy to wash his clothes and change.

Maki quietly nodded, red eyes staring at him like she was anticipating something. Straight cut brown hair in pigtails, scrunchies matching her eyes. She wore a red buttoned-up shirt with a black skirt, a black knitted sweater on top. Her thigh-high red socks matched her scheme. She held Kaito’s hand and forced him to walk out the doorway.

“So the whole gang is coming today?” Kaito asked, his grin reaching its world record height. 

“Yes, I needed to ask Korekiyo something… A bit strange.” Saihara told them, a cuss threatening to come out.

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing too crazy, after all, I’ve handled every note and every high key!” Kaede smiles. Saihara awkwardly laughs, trying to reach for a hat that was not there.

“Well… You’d be quite shocked that this wouldn’t be our average, everyday piano-” That made Kaede flush a bit, “You’ll- You’ll understand.”

“Do you need any help with it?” Maki asked, her kindness reaching through. Saihara thought for a second. He thought… And then decided.

“This might seem a bit strange to ask, but have you ever heard of somebody named Kokichi?” They all paused, widening their eyes.

“...Kokichi?”

“What about his last name?” Maki said quickly, rushing for an answer. 

“Kokichi Ouma. Short, and rather cute-”

“Cute?” Whispered Kaede, “He’s cute? Well, he is a succubus…”

“Purple hair, innocent-looking eyes, likes to lie, and-”

A small falling sound came from upstairs, slowly to downstairs, stumbling and falling and jumpy and very loud. A small purple boy came around the corner, running to them. His wings and horns are still there, and an excited, smiling face showing. It would’ve made his heart skip a beat… And it did a bit.

He paused, staring wide-eyed with the people in front of him.

They did the same.

“K-Kokichi..?” Maki said, voice hesitant and slowly approaching him. The boy dashed to her and jumped.

“And here he is?” Saihara said, fumbling a bit. He didn’t expect him to run down here and show himself. “Are you alright Ouma-Kun?” Ouma didn’t react, and Saihara decided not to bother him while Ouma shoved himself towards Maki, hugging her into a tight trap.

“Woah! Wait… Is that you, Ouma-Kun?” Kaito asked in a hesitant voice, wide eyes. 

“No.” He whispered, eyes on them, as if in a trance.

“Why- Where- Why are you here, Kokichi?”Maki asked, shoving him off her. Even when remeeting him from a long time ago, she shoves him off? That would confuse me if not for her cold side, but I don’t think that was it. Ouma flashed them a smile.

Maki’s face was rather full of emotions, unlike her usual self. It was between confusion, happiness, and a bit of anger. Kaito was rather shocked, with an angry face. And Kaede..? She seemed to have a small smile on her face, though Saihara couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. She was still tapping her fingers against her arm.

“I…” Saihara spoke up, everyone turned their head to him, “I met him with Korekiyo for some reason, and he was alone and brought him here on instinct.” Saihara didn’t know if it was a mistake, but it seemed best to lie in this situation. He wondered how fake that lie sounded.

“Saihara’s lying!” Ouma shouted, a clearly fake, extremely worried smile on his face. “I was sent here on a mission and asked Korekiyo to help me! I don’t know why he’s lying.”

“Saihara wouldn’t lie, Ouma-Kun. Don‘t ruin the moment!” Kaito argued, a small smile on his face now, “It’s… So like you to lie- Damn, you have no idea how much I missed your lies.” He put his hand in his face, and Ouma wouldn’t- He couldn’t try to correct him now.

Kaede did not seem as fooled. “A mission? Did they send- Oh god no…”

“What’s wrong, Kaede?” Saihara asked.

“Nothing…” Kaede forced a smile, though her eyes didn’t match. “Ouma, let’s talk privately later.” Kaede gave his hand a small squeeze and a tight smile. Ouma felt like she has changed a bit since their first meeting, back in their homeland. She used to be less cautious, less worried-looking and more friendly. 

Something changed.

“So you took Kokichi home on instinct?” Maki muttered, patting Ouma’s head.

“Yes. It must’ve been because I was curious about his strange wings, or why he was alone with Korekiyo. Korekiyo ran away into the woods before I could ask him.”

“So Korekiyo was the one that… That dude.” Kaito said, “He summoned a demon.” 

“Yes. Figuratively, that he’s a demon.” Maki quickly added.

“He clearly has wings and horns.” Saihara quietly told himself. They didn’t seem to hear him, fortunately.

 

The others- Saihara’s other friends- soon came with shock and pleasant feeling for the arrival of Ouma, as well as an ability he learned they had: The ability to deny anything Ouma says or tries to explain to them. They repeatedly ask him about Ouma and advise him to do- To do nothing. As suspected as those dear friends of his, always trying to keep his trust but make sure they do their job.

He has a shy, awkward smile. His friends are so stupid.

After a meeting with Korekiyo, does Saihara learn why Ouma came here. They were still trying to do their quest. The quest by the late queen of their world. How pathetic.

His thoughts reeked with negativity as the others left when the sunsetted, staring at Ouma like he didn’t know. He scoffed inside his head. It was always like this with his friends. They came to do something and decided to stay because of him. They’ll just send more and more and more.

It sounded a bit fun if he was truthful, but why would he condemn to human feelings right now? Saihara did a hum as he washed his dishes, hearing the static sound of the TV in his secret hobby room. He knew Ouma was snooping around, like he seemed to do plentiful. Not like Saihara mind. Ouma was a bit, unlike the others. Maybe it was that he was a succubus. Or that the others seemed to give him none to some trust, despite their closeness. Or maybe because… Saihara felt he should keep that one a secret.

After he finished, Saihara took a deep breath and sighed, entering his secret hobby room. Unsurprisingly, there he saw Ouma, standing, watching what was in front of him. It was a little bit of a fun expression, which Saihara looked at with honor.

Ouma looked horrified.

“Hey, are you done or do you want me to wait outside?” Saihara asked casually, planting a kiss on the back of Ouma’s hand. Ouma quickly pulled his hand away and rubbed it against his- Rather, the clothes Saihara gave him. For some reason, his hand hurt a little bit and there was a strange pattern on it.

“What is this..?” Ouma asked, voice shaking. It was fitting, Saihara thought. The guy stopped functioning as Saihara’s secrets unraveled. “Who- Who are you?”

“Hm? What do you mean? I’m Saihara Shuichi, a part-time detective, and highschooler, though a more fitting question might be for your case, What are you ?” Ouma cutely flinched the second Saihara said that.

“Is that what we’ll be doing?” Ouma awkwardly laughed, staring down. His eyes were wide and the wings on his back were slightly covering him as if he was trying to protect himself from something. Maybe it was the wind, after all,  Saihara didn’t give him very thick clothes, and the weather in this room seems a bit colder than the others.

“What… are you?” Ouma asked, taking a step back the second Saihara decided he wanted to step oh so slightly forward. Ouma barely misses the bookshelves, stacked with books about the strangest things, like blood-red bottles and ancient books that Ouma has never seen before, and he hits the wall. “What is this room?” He asks after a long silence.

“How do you know I won’t lie,” Saihara asks, but then it clicks in his head. “Oh right, I forgot Succubus can control the mind.” Ouma didn’t say anything on how a human could figure that out, because that would lead him to another question. “That is what you did to my superior, am I correct?”

“... Are you stalling?” 

“No, not really. Well, how should I answer this? Hmmm…” Saihara says out loud, face tinted red as if embarrassed. That’s something Ouma has noticed Saihara does a lot, he would show emotion, but not extensively feel them. And his head was a bit messed up, Ouma remembered noticing back when they were at the police station yesterday, at least the parts in Saihara’s mind Ouma could reach.

“On September 7th, the year you were born, don’t you remember a certain rumor going along? Back when the queen was alive and the king was lost?” Saihara asked. Ouma paused, wondering why he was suddenly so off-topic.

Back then, when all his friends and him were given their names, the queen was as healthy as what a queen should be but wasn’t seen in public for around ten months.  The king disappeared the very beginning of that year, and everybody was running wild where the angels lived because their king went to go visit the queen and has not returned yet. There was a floating rumor among the adults the children often had to hear.

“Yeah, there was one.” Ouma nods, “About a secret child the queen had.”

Then something exploded Ouma’s head.

 

“Hey Korekiyo, are you sure it was a good idea to bring in Ouma? I know you’ve been secretly watching the other world, everyone does.” Asks Kaede, a worried expression for his friend.

“I’m not sure about his situation, like the rest of you,” Kiibo started to say, “But I’m pretty sure everything Ouma was saying was the truth.” He glanced away the second Miu started to yell the other direction, telling her to stop yelling perverted stuff at the birds. 

“Oh, we know!” Angie smiles at him, doing a strange cat-like laugh. “We know, know, know, know just like Atua!”

“Please do not talk about a non-existent god in the cult you recently joined, Angie,” Kirumi tells her, her sharp eyes watching the others, back straight.

“Please sit down, Kirumi,” Maki says to the white-haired girl. She does exactly that without looking away from the others.

“Then why did you..?”

“Because Gonta and the others are trying to help Kokichi and Saihara!” Gonta says, a wide smile on his bright face, pushing his glasses in. He enjoyed wearing glasses although his vision was very good because they made him seem more like a gentleman. “Kaede  told Gonta to pretend we didn’t know because although lying is bad, Kokichi can’t know the truth because then Saihara might discard him!” A smile showed on his face.

“Neh…”

“Quiet degenerates! Himiko’s trying to sleep.” Tenko yells, louder than both of them.

“That’s not sitting, Kirumi, that’s kneeling. Stop it.” Rantaro tells her with a nice smile, scratching his wasabi colored hair. Kirumi starts to stand again.

“You mean about who Saihara is?” Kiibo says, then going back to yell awkwardly to stop Miu from going to talk to the couple kissing over there. 

“I honestly don’t know why the queen in your guys’ place decided to make Saihara live in this world. I mean, he’s the only royal child, since all of them have been having a hard time breeding, even if he is illegitimate.” Kaede says eyes tightly shut, “He’s sweet, kind, and… “ She opens them with a glint of fear, “So very cunning. He’s fit to be the next king”

Tsumugi shivers, remembering those golden eyes, the same color of the king of the angel’s, and that navy blue hair, dead pale skin just like the queen of theirs.

“Huh? Don’t you guys know the reason they sent him away, Kaede? Oh right. You were the first one, so of course, they wouldn’t tell you.” Kaito laughs.

“There was a reason?” Kirumi asks, her sharp eyes tearing towards the spaceman.

“Please sit down normally on the grass, Kirumi,” Ryoma tells her, patting to a place next to him and smoking his candy cigar which he somehow got his hands on. Nobody questioned it.

“He plainly was the illegitimate child of the queen of the demons, and the king of the angels. That’s why he resembles both of them. They were so scared of the king’s disappearance, they hid him away. They didn’t kill him because he was the only child born as a royal for a long time, and they didn’t want to risk it.” Tsumugi says.

Most of the others flinch the second they hear that again. It scares them so much that their friend, Saihara, had that much power, and he knew it. The demons and the angels back in their kingdom thought they didn’t, which just made it all the worse. None of them have ever seen Saihara’s transformation, but they were sure it was beautifully scary. Between an angel and a demon. They were surprised that it had never happened before.

“You’re lucky you’re the prime minister’s daughter in the demon’s place.” Groaned Kaito, “You probably know more than me.”

“Hey! I just learned about what Saihara was and what to do when I meet him, and how I should try to bring him there so he can rightfully claim the throne! And maybe become the future prime minister.”

“You have no words, you probably won’t get it from all your sneaking out and cosplaying.” Rantaro jokes, earning a … thrown shoe in her bag to his face.

“I wonder how much information Ouma has heard…” Maki said, red eyes staring up at the fading blue sky.

“Why do you say that, Makiroll?” Kaito asks.

“D-Don’t call me that…” Maki says, “D-Do you want to die?”

“She says that because Ouma is one of those special Succubi, a real beauty to the world,” Korekiyo said, putting his hand out as if showing an art piece.

“Oh. Right.” Kaito says, “I always forget that with the way he acts.”

“Talkin’ about Cockichi, space fucker?” Miu said, approaching them. The couple was gone and Miu had a wide grin on her face. Kiibo scolded her a bit.

“Heyo, Miu!” Angie waves, “We were talking about Atua’s greatness. Do you want to join?”

“We were talking about Kokichi and Saihara positions before and after this incident.” Kirumi corrects.

“I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Ryoma says. 

“Probably sucking dick,” Miu tells them, hand on her hips and a wide grin on her face.

“You’re disgusting, thinking about degenerates! And in front of Himiko, too. I can’t believe you.” Tenko shrieks. Himiko groans and opens her eyes.

“He’s probably telling everything to Kokichi, and Kokichi is probably being scared to death. My head definitely hurt when Shuichi told me.” Kaede tells them, “Then- Wait, maybe we should go back?” She started to tap her hands on her arm, feeling a beat but not quite getting it.

“What, are you worried that your psychopath fucking crush is going to do something to the innocent Lil’ purple rat?” Miu sneers, a creepy smile plastered on her face.

“Oh no,” Rantaro says, “We… should go and check them.”

Kaede tapped her hands on her arm quicker, hoping nothing had happened.

 

"I… are you really the prince?" Ouma stood still, unable to look away from the eyes of Saihara. They were bright golden.

"May I reintroduce myself?" Saihara didn't wait for a response. "I am Shuichi Saihara, a part-time detective and highschooler for an elite school. One could also say I qualify as the Prince of both kingdoms, demon or not. My mother threw me away after finding out who the father was, as the king of demons was feared. But one could wonder why he left and where he went. An easy, simple question that is when using deductions. He was waiting for me.

"I guess my mother forgot that my- The king of demons was the most powerful creature to have ever met the face. He could one too many things and had one too many secrets. He was waiting for me, and after my mother dumped me with the humans, I met the king of demons- Who I enjoyed calling Dad. He's probably coming home soon after an overstay at work. I should go make him food, it's a wonder he hasn't been found out yet- Oh, sorry, am I rambling?." Ouma wondered if he would meet the lost king of demons.

Ouma watched the navy blue-haired boy bow a little in front of him and then approach him with a frighteningly awkward, blushy smile. "It seems my mother sent my official royal concubine this time." Saihara sighed.

"W-what?" Well, he wasn't wrong, Ouma thought, but to put it in delicate terms, that meant he had to have thought about what to do with him. Because he was unlike all of Saihara's friends, he was supposed to be some lover for him when he went to claim his position. Was he going to send Ouma back? Was Ouma going to be punished for not being able to bring Saihara over in the end? Was he going to die-

"What to do," Saihara said, "Should I go back now? Or should I stay here and pretend to be a human?" Saihara seemed to carefully approach him, as if he were a deer in headlights, and kissed the back of Ouma's hand lightly this time. Strangely enough, it hurt a bit and Ouma bit his lip.

It took Ouma a second to realize, "Are you asking me?" He asked, in a very dumb way. Why would Saihara ask him? 

"Well, you are supposed to be my future lover, as I've granted, so I believe I'm supposed to make you happy so you don't leave," Saihara explained, an expression on his face that made him look like a clueless child. 

"Ah." Ouma had no words. 

The doorbell ringed once, then twice. And then it started ringing at a rapid speed, with no rhythm or rhyme. It was annoying, rude as well. Saihara sighed. "That sounds like they're back."

"Do you mean your friends?" Ouma asked, happy the highschooler's focus wasn't on him anymore. He swore those bright, yellow eyes were memorizing him for some reason.

"Probably. Let's go downstairs, shall we?" Saihara asked. Ouma nodded.

They carefully stepped down the stairs, dodging the small bumps in the wood that you could easily trip on and went to the door. 

“Why didn’t you just call me like you usually do when you leave something- Why is everyone else here as well, Kaede?” Saihara asked, looking out the door. They were all crowded around. Gonta was staring at a flower in his front yard, Himiko was drowsing to sleep like she had no sleep last night, like always, Ryoma was hidden somewhere in the crowd, and Kaede stood in the front like she usually did.

“I purposely left that there, you know that!” Kaede flushes, “ And I’m here to ask if you want Ouma to come with us, since… you know. It’s been a long time we’ve met, and we forgot to ask you that.”

“Oh- Um, do you want to go with them? They’ve been here for a long time and know things, and… They have interesting stuff they can show you.” Saihara said, getting out the way.

“Oh- Um-”  Ouma’s eyes were wide, “No, I’m good.”

“Are you okay, Kokichi?” Gonta asked with a worried expression. “Gonta thinks Kokichi’s a bit pale.” Ouma was always pale, a sickly pale. But Gonta was probably right, after all, Ouma knew that Gonta had 24/7 vision.

“Of course not!” Ouma shouted in more of a whine. The students stared at him, “I’m dying right now! Look at my arms and head, I’m bleeding!” He, in fact, wasn’t bleeding. But he gave a shocked, innocent look and spread out his arms, as well as the wings on his back, almost punching the wall. 

The others didn’t seem satisfied with that response

“Oh- Well, um, do want to at least talk with any of us before we leave?” Kaede asks.

“Well… there is one thing on my mind right now, but Saihara-chan will have to go!” Ouma said, bouncing up and down like some hyperactive kid. Saihara awkwardly stood by him, thinking things up and down in his head.

“Oh? Should I go upstairs then so you can talk?” Saihara asks him, tapping lightly on Ouma’s shoulder. 

"Uh-" Ouma flinched, eyes wide when those golden eyes bore into his own. Ouma paused, unmoving. Seven seconds crawled by before Saihara spoke up.

"I'll… go upstairs then." Saihara tells him, "And don't worry, I’ll leave my window shut." Ouma nods silently, watching as he leaves.

Ouma slowly shut the door and stared up at Kaede, arms tapping quickly against her arms, a mixed look on her face. Her head seemed up in jumbles, confusion, and fear.

"He did something, right?" She asked, " Are you hurt? What did he tell you? Are you scared?" Ouma watched the others do nothing and look at him eagerly.

"Yep, yep!" Ouma smiles widely, "Y'know, you could've just asked me those questions when-"

"Of course Saihara would tell him something important," Maki scoffed, "Kokichi is… a special type of succubi, after all, having to dedicate his entire life to whoever takes the throne."

"Actually," Kirumi clarified, “It appears that Shuichi did something to the back of Kokichi’s hand. It has the king’s emblem imprinted on it.” Ouma eyes strayed to the symbol. He didn’t realize it earlier, but it looked unsurprisingly pretty. For a king’s emblem, he means. 

It had navy curvy paint strokes surrounding a dark circle, strange symbols sprang around and a large crown in the center, white and very intricate. 

Ouma quickly remembered that Saihara also kissed the back of his other hand, and Ouma breath hitched when he looked at that.

Strikingly sharp bright yellow lines painted themselves like a triangle, a white circle in the center, lines swishing around like patterns and another large crown in the center, a pure dark black, sharp and almost labyrinthine-like pattern inside. With both of these symbols, that meant Saihara was claiming something, because he marked Ouma, somebody meant to serve the king of demons, with the mark of both the demons and angels. That meant Saihara was claiming something nobody could refute because it was the reason everybody was trying so hard to make him come back and become.

“I guess… all it took was Kokichi, huh?” Rantaro asked, a bittersweet smile on his face.

“Shuichi’s claiming to be both the king of demons and angels, or at least, the prince,” Ryoma observed, pulling out another candy cigar.

“So he’s finally decided?” Kaede asks, “Because of Kokichi? That doesn’t make sense. After all, Shuichi just met him and he didn’t even consider it when I asked him.”

“Though I don’t want to talk to you, you ugly male, what did that degenerate tell you?” Tenko asked her question in disgust, her face morphing into how she felt.

“That was what I was going to tell you, you moody jerks!” Ouma said, “But that’s a lie. You guys are even worse than moody jerks, you’re worse than trash. All of you!”

“Get to the point, you shota,” Miu grumbled.

“Sure, you dick whore,” Miu disgustingly moaned as Ouma continued. “Saihara-chan told me about everything, uh- Did what you see on my hands by- y’ know, and then told me to make a reaaally stupid! Decision. It was soooo stupid I wanted to go back.

“He made me decide if he should go take the throne or stay-”

“Ah.” A new voice. It was deep and was slightly soothing. Ouma glanced over to take a glance, a bit surprised to see such a familiar person.

The man looked young, but he was older than all of them. He was tall and looked muscular, but Ouma couldn’t quite tell underneath his black suit and red tie. His black hair was cut to his nape, and a bang went to his ear. He had sharp red eyes, thick eyebrows, and a sturdy straight face.

“What a crowd. My son must have a lot of friends.~” The man says, a small smile falling onto his face. Everyone in the front flinched, suddenly feeling a yarn of despair grow in their stomach. They all had a feeling… They knew who this was. “And I can sense you all know him quite well. So well, you know exactly about his origins.” Fear grew on their face. The man approaches them, looking at every single one of them.

“You must be Akamatsu-san, that amazing pianist that my son talks a lot about. You must be Yonaga-san, the artist who enjoys telling about your gospel. And Gokuhara-Kun… I remember you from when you were younger, I saw you once before I left.” Ouma’s breath hitched. “Little Yumeno-san, and Chabashira-san, raised by the more religious angels I remember. Oh, I don’t recognize you.”

“I-I’m Kiibo, sir. Kiibo Idabashi. My dad’s a professor and studies in… more demonic creatures. I became friends with Shuichi with our similar interests.” Kiibo said quickly, staring up at him with a look of respect.

“And then Momota-Kun, and your girlfriend, Harukawa-san, who used to stalk my son. I remember the stories he’d used to tell of a little red-eye. Tojo-san, who I’ve already met cleaning the house. Shinguji-Kun. I remember first meeting you being turned into the police, then I had to bring you back and learned you were my son’s friend. Irumi-san, always sending my son porn, which I don’t appreciate, you know.” The others gave her a weird look. “Amami-Kun, with your sisters. Hoshi-Kun, it isn’t good to be smoking with fake candy. Shirogane-san, always giving my son clothes, thank you for that. And… Oh.” 

The man, who was probably the lost king, stared blankly at Ouma for a second. “They finally sent you Ouma-Kun. My son was waiting for you for a very long time. You have your mother’s hair and eyes, and your skin is definitely from her. You have her height, and I remember from Tojo-san telling me about you a bit, how much you would lie, that’s something your mother would teach you. Too bad she was forced to marry that shitty man that left. It’s a good thing you’re exactly like her though because of that.” He was waiting for me? That means he knew I was coming? What.. What does that mean? “Oh sorry- I must be rambling. My son rubs off on me. Talking about my son, he wouldn’t give his heart to anyone else before he knew the right person came, I felt his mark from all the way at the police station. Remarkable, my son is!”

Ouma flinched when the man, Saihara’s… The king to the demons and the man who was teaching his wife’s affair child, reached his hand to look at Ouma’s hands. He seemed to look a bit sad when he saw both the marks.

Then the door opened.

“Oh, hey dad.” Saihara waved, face turning a bit red as he walked towards him, “How was work?” Saihara grabbed the man’s bag and smiled brightly at him, waiting for a reply.

“It was average. The boss kept praising me and gave me more stuff. I thought about slicing off his head, but instead decided to make his tongue get cut off using magic, after all, traces are bad.” Ouma flinched when he heard those words.

“Oh dad, you know you could have just killed him. After all, they’re so replaceable.” Saihara says, golden eyes on red. Ouma decided never to leave Saihara until Saihara decided to take these marks off. He didn't want to die.

The man patted Saihara’s head with a wider smile. “Oh yeah, your friends are here with Ouma-Kun."

Saihara turns to the others as if just remembering about them. "Oh right. Are you done with your talk?" He was asking Ouma, and not the others. Ouma silently nodded, jerking a bit when Saihara put his hand over Ouma's hand, brushing it a bit. Ouma instantly grabbed it, then looked at his hand in shock of what he just did. It was a succubus's job to do that, not any other demons. Though one could argue that Saihara has more abilities than him.

Ouma wanted to be the top though, even if he was a succubus, even if he couldn't- 

He dragged that thought out his head and stared at the others. It was a little frightening whenever his thoughts carried out like how a lustful persons' would work. It happened naturally, like his powers.

"Well, you kids can leave- or join us if you want to, because I need to talk with these two." He smiled their way, before turning away and locking the door after both came in without a second thought. He didn't allow any of the others to think about if they wanted to join or not.

Saihara let go of Ouma's hand, and suddenly Ouma felt it was empty now. He hated that feeling, and Saihara along with it, for casting that weird possession mark on him. But then he remembered it was his duty to do that, to allow himself to be controlled by Saihara, and Ouma hated that.

Saihara put his hand back to Ouma's hand.

"So, as you most likely have thought of, I am Shuichi's dad, though we are not related. I am a full-time detective and work with the police, and maybe sometimes partake in suspicious activities to see what drugs there are, so I can use them on other people." The man says with a smile not fitting for that sentence, "My name is unnecessary, as you can just call me dad." Ouma blinks, but quickly nods his head, unsure of what to make of this situation. His head was fuzzy and he wasn't able to think of anything.

"Have you decided on whether I should stay here or come with you, Ouma-Kun ?" Saihara asks. Ouma stares at him, golden eyes staring gently at Ouma, like he was glass, like he was a pet-

"I'll decide tomorrow." 

 

Ouma sighs softly in the warmth of Saihara, feeling up his body again for the 4th time and wrapping his legs around the sleeping boy. He hears him grumble a bit, thick eyelashes fluttering right before Ouma saw golden eyes, making Ouma submit his entire mind to them. Bright white horns and a small halo hanged from Saihara's head, and four somewhat large, white wings on his back, incredibly beautiful wings.

"Good night, Shumai!" Ouma says, a bright smile hinting to show on his face. Saihara is glad he decided to fall for Ouma the second he learned the Ouma was a succubus and was prepared just for him his entire life even when he wasn't there.

"...You're lying." Saihara says, lightly kissing Ouma on the lips, pulling their faces closer together. "It's morning. Let's get dressed, darling." Pink tinted Saihara's cheeks as he stretched up, and made a quiet yawn. He looked at the bed. It was a bit messy and the fluffy purple sheets with dinosaurs (Ouma insisted on getting them because now, it would piss off everybody except for the ones who knew Barney, and the complex reason between drugs and how it was hosted on a kids show.) was wrinkled a bit on their queen-sized bed that they didn't quite fill up, probably from last night. 

Saihara sighed as he grabbed some clothes the servants prepared last night and started to shift Ouma to move when he didn't. Something Saihara noticed was that Ouma would always wake up earlier, but never get out of bed. It was like Ouma was chained with handcuffs to him sometimes.

Ouma softly moaned when Saihara's hand grazed against his overstimulated chest, and he turned, glaring at his king. "C'mon, darling, get up. Or do you want me to fuck your slutty self so hard you won't be able to yourself? I would love that so much, seeing you laid out in front of me, shivering in fear that I can kill you anytime I want."

"I will never get used to you calling me that without a change in expression." Ouma openly says, "Or that you enjoy to threaten me with sex. Succubus are made to have sex and have a strong fertility rate, bitch." Saihara softly laughs, pulling his husband closer till he's up and sitting at the edge of the bed. He quickly dresses himself, making sure to button up every single button and the navy tie was symmetrical.

"I'll be sure I'll enjoy it as well, darling." Saihara hums, letting his breath tickle Ouma's neck as he silently brings a sleeve onto Ouma's instinctively stretched out arm. He puts the other one on with the shorter boy's submission and slowly buttons it. There's a reason Saihara ordered- asked the servants not to come in in the morning.

"Hey, what about my pants?" Ouma asks, eyes glazed over. He rubs them like a cat.

"Today, we'll be having that party in the afternoon till late, so I hope I didn't push you too hard last night." He gives Ouma a soft smile and kisses his lips, not enough to work up Ouma but enough to not seem like a child's.

"Where's my pants?"

"We'll be having it in the Angel's kingdom, and see the beheading of my mother and the king of angels, which I'd rather not call my father, since dad wants to see them die over and over and over and- Sorry. Dad will be giving me the crown afterward so I'll officially become the king. During that, I want you to stick close with Maki, okay darling?" Saihara overviews.

"Okay, my lovely personal dildo. Can I have my pants now?"

"After that, there will be lunch and I'll meet people I want on my good side and people I want down the toilet, eating their own eyes for entertainment."

"My love, I will let you do whatever you want to me if you give me my pants."

"I love you too," Saihara says as he throws Ouma his pants, kissing him in the cheek after he puts it on. "Also, all that work was for nothing because the servants will come to do that."

"I wonder how many young ladies wish to be in my position," Ouma says, exaggeratingly sighing, "What despair they'll be in after finding out the Prince is such a fucking jerk! Wahhh! I never signed up for this!"

"Can't wait to see how you'll do with our child," Saihara says, grazing his hand over Ouma's chest again, down to his thigh, grabbing ahold of it. Saihara kisses the man once more before licking Ouma's cheek.

"Minh…" Ouma groans, "Stop it! I wanna eat and then go run away to another country!" Uh oh, Ouma thinks when Saihara pauses. He looks at him with his golden eyes, the ones that always made Ouma flinch just a bit and stop like a deer in headlights.

"If you did, I would kill any person close to you and chase you down, and when I find you, you'll be locked up and see me every day with a different woman until you're begging me to fuck you again, to love you again," Saihara says before twisting his lips in a small smile and kissing Ouma on the lips. Saihara was always this way since Ouma was almost raped by a guy Ouma watched Saihara kill over and over, stab him in the throat, gouge out his eyes, and- Well, it was a little too gruesome for him.

Saihara was just always a bit like it though since the beginning, after Ouma told him to finish his high school years and then go with him and all his friends, and his father, back to their kingdoms, Saihara's rightful kingdoms.

"I love you too, Shumai," Ouma says, wrapping his arms around his king. "Can I go eat now?"

"Let's go together," Saihara says quietly.

"...Alright. And I won't run away. Don't worry. Why would I when we have sex every day, when you look at me with those loving eyes, when you do those things I like?  I would kill myself before you could find me and make me have your child if I didn't love you."

"I know." Saihara hums, "Plus, I love you too much to do anything to harm you."

"...I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

Saihara kisses him, and Ouma kisses back.



...Ouma wasn't a mistake in the end.

Chapter Text

There wasn’t a mistake if Shuichi Saihara had to infer for himself. There had to be no mistake, after all. After all… Mistakes like his last investigation weren’t allowed.

Shuichi Saiahra wasn’t one to make a mistake- Lying? Not easy for him but that he could handle… But mistakes were undeniably, unmistakingly, undoubtedly prohibited when it was quite an unamusing border that blocked him from perfection. With his sharp navy down to his nape, muddy grey eyes that some have mentioned shined a bright yellow when he looked them in the eye- rarely, if he must add. His eyelashes were supposedly long, and his eyes sharp as if he was looking intensely at something. He smelled like… coffee a bit, and that weird smell books gave off. His senses were sharper than normal people, though he would argue as much. 

Shuichi Saihara was a high schooler, younger than most people working under his type of work, though the police let it pass- Rather, the police needed to let him pass, as he was one of the best detectives and the only one that was able to solve the “Shuichi Saihara Case”, which they nicknamed as. It was a bit hard to deal with both his tests and education as well as earning money and having his brain be simulated, but he did it somehow- As well as his secret hobby that only his closest friends knew, like Maki or Kaede- Not Kaito, he was just too loud, even though Saihara wouldn’t say so himself.

Saihara’s mind dragged back to the topic sitting in front of him, the mistake’s purple eyes staring anticipatingly back at him. Saihara quickly turned away, face red as he pushed his cap down. He didn’t enjoy people looking at his face.

“So… Are you sure it wasn’t a mistake to bring him here?” Whispered his superior, sitting in the chair next to him. 

“...” Saihara hesitated, “... No?” Like I said, he wasn’t good at lying.

His superior sighed. “Well, this is just… Crazy isn’t it Saihara-Kun?” He did an awkward laugh and then turned his attention back to those purple eyes. “Can you speak?”

“No.” The boy said, wide eyes and blank lips. The boy seemed to be around 11 years old, though Saihara wouldn’t start guessing ages when his friends Himiko and Ryoma were shorter than the boy. 

The boy- or guy, or mistake- had twisty hair that he was currently playing with, purple with highlighted tips, as well as the same pair of purple eyes. His eyes were innocent-looking enough, though Saihara wouldn’t allow himself to judge a book by its cover. Especially in the situation he saw the boy in. The boy was given a white sweatshirt and white sweatpants, including some checkered scarf they found on the boy. 

There was something about the boy that made him less than welcomed to society, or in any place really. Even Saihara, who had a witch- mage as friend, a guy aspiring to be an astronaut, somebody that was once the culprit of some of his cases before and told him once she was an assassin that Saihara hoped was a joke, a famous pianist, and more to come, it made him a bit afraid.

It was those black wings stuck on his back, shaped like what you could call “demonic”, as well as those sharp looking horns that stayed on his head. If Saihara had something to say, it would be, “Why the fuck did I walk into an empty building that was reported as a joke, and walked in to see a summoning symbol, goddamn Korekiyo reading on the ground lie he was at a library, and this boy in the middle of the circle?” Saihara did not usually curse, but this was just one of those moments.

Of course, Saihara asked Korekiyo what and why he was doing this, and he just responded with “As always, your brain is as unique as all our other friends. I can sense amazing things from you, Shuichi.” And then left for the woods, where Saihara could only hope he would die.

He shook his head, trying to focus back on the boy. He always overthought too much.

“But that’s a lie!” A wide grin fell on the boy’s face.

“Do you know who you are? Or rather, why there are horns and wings on you?”

The boy paused for a second. “Well, I’m Kokichi Ouma- But not really. I know who I am, though I can’t remember where I live… I know Shinguji-Kun, the guy Saihara-Kun’s friends with. He said that I should stay with him, because… Well, I forgot what this was going right now.” He had an expressionless face if Saihara ever saw one.

"Maybe it was a mistake to bring him here…" Saihara told his superior. 

His superior looked at him for a second, then back at this strange purple kid. A small smile grew on his face when he did and he suddenly stopped, as if in some awkward trance.

"No." The voice of his superior told him, though it sounded a bit off. "I think you should bring him to your house." Saihara's eyes widened, looking at his superior as if he was crazy. He quickly looked away, being careful not to look him in the eyes.

"Your friend is the one who found him correct? Shinguji-Kun?" Saihara slowly, confused and unsure. "Well then, this is clearly a prank, and this guy is obviously faking those horns and wings." It didn't look that way to Saihara. "I'll leave him to you until you find your friend, alright?" A pat on the shoulder, a small smile, and the cracking of joints as his superior left from the important meeting room, and that was that.

Saihara stared at the kid for a second, and let a long, dignified sigh out before looking at the boy

“Hello. May I ask what happened before I came in? And who are you? And if you’re okay? And what the fucking hell- Excuse my language please, did Korekiyo do?”

 

Saihara woke up with a headache, a bad dream in his head fading in and out. What was the bad dream he wondered? Well, it was about a small boy, with tentacle-like hair and innocent purple matching eyes, long black wings with tints of purple and short horns jutting out the top of his head. It was about him bringing that boy home after doing a supposedly prank investigation from prank information, Korekiyo running off, leaving a summoning circle. It was about after him bringing the boy home, he had to lock his room full of his secret hobby, but not being able to find the key after. It didn’t help that he remembered feeling soft and fuzzy in his insides when he felt something warm nuzzle up to him, which was presumably the boy.

“Mhn…” He groaned, feeling something stuffed into his pajamas.

Saihara quickly opened up his eyes, widening them when he saw that same purple mistake- boy soundly sleeping. He took a second take and saw the boy’s eyes staring back at him, blinking.

“Ah… Hello?- Wait, didn’t I tell you that I would be the one sleeping on the floor, and you would be on the bed? Why are you here!?” He panicked a bit, flinching when the boy yawned.

“No, you didn’t.” The boy said, his strange, realistic wings stretching behind his back. He expressed small expressions that seemed to make a big change to Mr. Detective, watching with confusion. Saihara was pretty sure he did tell the boy that, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense for him to be on the floor like he liked it.

“But that’s a lie!” The boy smiled, a wild grin falling on his face. Saihara’s face grew into a grim expression, a frown with furrowed brows. “Oh, C’moooon! Nobody likes stupid expressions like those, though that’s a lie.”

“Can you please tell the truth, it’s giving me a headache this early. And can you get off of me, please?” Saihara asked politely.

“Why would I tell the truth if it’s what you want? It makes me feel sick just thinking about it!” 

“That’s a lie, correct?” Saihara asked, earning a wider grin on the boy’s face. “Alright then..? You still haven’t answered me about your name..”

“That? Wow, you can’t even guess! Aren’t you supposed to be a sir detective! I even gave you my name last time, geez… I feel so unloved!” The boy cried, small tears crawling down his face. Saihara couldn’t help but feel sorry, noting down that boy didn’t care whether he cried or not, or smile- In fact, he just seemed to speak whatever came to mind, but that could also wrong, because every lie he tells seems to be calculated- But that wasn’t what Saihara was supposed to be thinking right now. He ignored the fact that he also knew Saihara’s job.

Saihara thought back to last night, the bright lights of the detective's meeting room, and the surprise coming back to his face to see such a small boy with dark wings and horns. The name he gave back then… Was Kokichi Ouma.

“Remember, I’m a liar! So trust every single word I say and eat it!” The boy said.

Was he hinting at something? Saihara thought too hard for a second and had a thought. If he was a liar.. then wouldn’t that mean he could be contradicting himself one time after another? He told us, my superior and I, that his name wasn’t Kokichi Ouma, but he also said it was. He told us his name first though, but then told me it was a lie. So… Was it a lie or not?

“Is your name… Kokichi Ouma?” Saihara asked, hesitant and unsure. He had too much going through his head. 

“Wooooah~ You got it correct, but is that really my name?” He said, “I don’t have a name, but I guess it can be that.” Saihara paused for a second and went out his head.

“W-What did you just say..?” An unequal smile came upon Saihara’s face, his brows furrowing.

“I just said I don’t have a name. Are you mute or something?” The boy- Kokichi Ouma- asked, leaning forward. It didn’t help when Ouma grazed his hand across-

“Uh- Can you please move?!” Saihara asked, uncomfortably shifting backwards. Ouma paused, widely blinking as he hesitantly got off. Saihara noticed how confused he looked, but didn’t say anything.

“Can you answer some other basic questions as well, Ouma-Kun?” Saihara asked, getting up.

“Uh- No.”

“How much do you remember?” Saihara asked, helping the boy shakingly get up.

“THat’s a very bad question! I can’t remember anything about my past other than my body’s knowledge. Want me to tell you the size of my dic-'' His words sounded like a lie, but Saihara didn’t question it. It just gave him something to work with.

“N-No thank you. If you can remember yourself, can you tell me how old you are or any other basic knowledge that would be helpful for the police?”

“My age?- That’s a new one. I’m most definitely 12 years old!” That made sense- “That’s a lie! I’m 17 years old, but I bet you believed me! I like Panta so make sure to give me all of those and I’ll be very happy~!”

“Oh. Alright then…” Saihara muttered, “Are you friends with Korekiyo?”

“Hmm... Depends. Are you friends with me?”

‘No-”

“Then I’m not friends with him. He was just there reading when I woke up.”

“Is… that a lie?”

“Depends.”

“Do you know why you have those… strange wings and horns on the back of you?” Saihara meticulously asked.

“Of course I do! Do you take me for an idiot?” He did an exaggerated gasp and shook his head like he was disagreeing with the detective.

“W-What? No- Can you tell me why you have those- those things?” Saihara asked.

“Depends.” Saihara wished he would stop saying that.

“Wait- Are you hungry? I can give you some food if you want.” Saihara said, getting ready to leave the room.

“Oh,” Ouma said. “Yeah, I guess I am a bit. Though that’s a lie. I can’t even eat.” Saihara ignored the lie- after all, everyone had to eat at some point in their life- And went out of the room to go make something. “And please, for god’s sake, don’t poke around in my room.”

Saihara had a thought, clicking in. He decided he wouldn’t mind trying it out, after all, it has worked before.

 

He left Kokichi Ouma, the strange short purple-headed, winged boy his age alone, which wasn’t the best idea if he knew things, but Ouma thought Shuichi Saihara knew nothing.

“Well, what to do now?” Ouma asked himself silently in the now quiet room. He looked around and thought deeply for a second.

This was a mistake, he thought. He wondered back to his memories of home.

Kokichi Ouma was a demon, a very well organized demon that lived in the uptown part of hell- But that’s a lie, as he wasn’t a demon and most definitely did not ever go to hell. In fact, he was just a human- though that’s another lie. Kokichi Ouma was a certified S-class liar- though that’s a lie in a lie in a lie! There wasn’t such a thing. He was certainly not a liar though-

Ouma decided he should stop thinking, as his head was a bit busy lying to itself. He decided to let his voice do the introduction.

“...My name is Kokichi Ouma- though that’s a lie. I don’t have a name. I was sent here to the human world for a certain quest that is unallowed to be said out loud- you’d understand if your life was on the line. I’m not certain if that one’s a lie, though I wouldn’t count on it. The point is that I must talk to this Sahara guy till the rest of his short life- And turn him into a demon. How, or why- Is all classified.” Ouma ended his talk in one breath and looked keen-eyed around the room.

It was a simple room, not clean or dirty, and more empty than anything else. There was a shelf full of Danganronpa bear things- Ouma thinks they’re called Monokumas’, all different but looking the same. There was a small desk that sat in the very corner of the gray walled room, full of paper works and stacked to the ceiling with books. There was a black shelf of course- but it was empty, with only one book that read, “FRIEND OBSERVATION”. Ouma picked the book up and it fit right into his hands.

He opened up to the first page- And to his surprise, he saw a familiar name. Kaede Akamatsu.

“Huh?’ Ouma gave himself a blank face as he slowly blinked. “I thought she died!” But that was a lie. He knew she went on an important mission only the most musical skilled could go on, but he didn’t expect to see her so soon, and it’s only been 9 years!

Everything was written in Saihara’s strange handwriting., about the angel herself.

Kaede Akamatsu

Female_ 167cm_ March 26_ Blood, O

Likes: Piano, Playing Famous pieces, Speaking casually with friends, PInk

Dislikes: Bicycles, Shyness, Other leaders, Shotput balls, Suicide

Has one twin sister, to be unnamed.

They must’ve been talking about Junko? Did Kaede tell him? But it says unnamed…

ACTIONS TO BE NOTED:

 

  • When first meeting her, she seemed to go immediately to me. Says it looked like I needed friends.
  • When she was 9 years old, she often speculated on the idea of marriage between us.
  • When she was 10 years old, she seemed to have started her hobby of piano, saying she was naturally gifted. *No 10 year old could play Mozart memorized, even most prodigies. She told me to keep her hobby a secret.
  • When she was 11 years old, she started to get the idea that I was focusing my attention on detective works. She helped me get my job by talking to my Uncle.
  • When she was 12 years old, she kissed me. Then I got the idea we were just friends.
  • When she was 13 years old, she forced me to confess to a girl I liked- She thought I liked her. And the supposed “crush” announced that she has had a crush on me for a long time.
  • When she was 14 years old, she forced me to break up with the girl. She seemed to dislike how she seemed to be so similar to herself but didn’t say anything.
  • When she was 15 years old, she seemed to be wasting more money. She seemed to be frustrated about something, but I didn’t say anything.
  • When we were 16 years old, we began to grow apart. I told her something and she seemed threatened by it.
  • When we turned 17 years old, she forced me to be her best friend. When she tried to play me music to make me fall asleep, it didn’t work.

 

All of the other friend things went similar to this, and Ouma began to recognize most of them. 

Maki, a sister-like friend, a demon to Ouma before she went on a mission including high-rate murder. In the book, she did nothing but watch him for the sidelines for a long time, before Saihara decided to speak to her, and they became close friends. Ouma had to read that passage again since nobody since it was a known rule that one could never spot her if she was hiding.

Miu, a vulgar demon that he often had insult fights with went on a secret mission including her inventing skills. In the book, Miu first threw a strange, different dimension-looking mechanic, but it didn’t work. That seemed impossible, as her devices always worked- in both the human world and ours, and they were always amazing, even Ouma had to admit.

Rantaro, another demon Ouma once crushed on when he was younger, until he disappeared without notice. They were very close, like brothers, him and Ouma. It made his heart fall a little when the book, Saihara notices how Rantaro always talks about “Kichi”, a close friend to him. Rantaro… So this is where he went.

Ryoma,  an angel, the shortest kid that was great at playing tennis, but gave up on it to the path of- What was he even doing before he disappeared? He just disappeared one day after saying he had nothing to live for. In this book, it gives Ouma an in-depth explanation of how he slowly started to beat Ryoma at tennis, and then Ryoma got back into it.

Tenko, a demon that often acknowledged him as a girl- from what type of creature he was. She left after going on a mission requiring her power skills that she could use in the open to defend our greatest and youngest mage and angel, Himiko. Himiko was sent on a mission to use her magic on something, to be left unsaid. The book said they would talk to him after a long day right before work and try to pull some magic tricks on him, like the hypnotizing tricks she’d use or the card game where she would earn herself a sharp knife underneath the cards. In the thing, it said that no matter how many times she did- Or tried- She couldn’t get the cards or watch, or anything to work around him. Tenko would even fight him some days after and leave him confused and stressed.

Tsumugi. A fun demon Ouma met when he was younger that didn’t seem to have a clear identity, where she was fun to mess around with because she liked to go into the human world without permission, liking to dress up as them and pretend to be them. In the book, it explains how much she likes to dress him up in weird clothes. Those days, he got free clothes.

Angie, a demon Ouma met when going up to heaven in a church. She left him alone like all his other friends for a reason, going in need of her painting and her… cult stuff. In the book, it explains how he first met Angie in a church, painting in absurd poses with Korekiyo and his sister. Saihara meets them through prank investigations… Like how Ouma met Saihara.

An ink of confusion, fear, and another feeling crept into his mind. All his friends were demons, and all of their tricks weren’t working on him… Ouma was sent here for a reason, and if known of his friend’s powers were working…

Ouma read on, not paying attention to the person next to him.

Gonta, somebody that followed Ouma around like a mosquito, an entomologist as well. In the book, it explained when he met the angel in the woods, without any shoes and carrying a box full of bees. Saihara seemed unaffected by them somehow, which was not normal.

Kiibo, who in the book, often hung around with Miu. Ouma hasn’t heard about him ever, which was a bit strange. He seemed to have a prosthetic arm and leg, a robotics nerd, and was rather into Japanese traditions and foods, as he would come to school in a kimono, but then get corrected he was in a girl’s kimono.

Then there was Kaito, somebody that Ouma argued with much and went somewhere he could spend his days before dying of sickness. It’s saying that Kaito, Saihara, and Maki often stayed up all night together working out or talking about life. It suits them, in a way- The supposed quiet detective, the assassin that often threatened others, and the charismatic astronaut-wishing guy that had few years left to live. 

Ouma flipped to the next page, wide-eyed, seeing the title in sloppy cursive.

Shuichi Saihara

Male_171 cm_September 7_Blood,  REDACTED

Likes:  REDACTED

Dislikes:  REDACTED

Has one Detective Uncle, Two Famous parents

ACTIONS TO BE NOTED:

  1. There is nothing to note down.

Ouma found it a bit strange how there was a page just for Saihara himself.

“So you finished,” Saihara said, bored eyes as he breathed down Ouma’s neck. “Did you recognize any of them?”

Ouma blinked.

“You don’t have to answer. I already know.” Saihara said, “Kokichi Ouma. Male, 156 centimeters, born on June 21, and is a demon- Or rather, an incubus. But you’re type would be more of a succubus, wouldn’t it?”

Ouma heard the front door open, and Saihara stood up. “Well, it is a weekend, and my friends are here, so let’s ignore the conversation. C’mon, let’s go introduce you again.”

He gave him a small kiss on the lips and left, leaving Ouma with a sick feeling of dread in his stomach.

 

Maybe, Saihara thought, it wasn’t a mistake to bring Ouma here.

"Hello, Kaede.” Saihara shyly smiled towards the girl as she slowly took off her shoes and smiled back. It was a confused smile like she was trying to figure something out, with a hint of hatred. How refreshing. It was always that way after Saihara shared his secret hobby with her, and he didn’t mind. It was always funny how much their friendship has changed over the years.

“Hi, Shuichi… You don’t have to sound so formal with me anymore, after all, I’ve known each other for more years than I can count with my fingers.” That was her funny way of reminding him that even though they’ve known each other for only 9 years, she has watched him for longer, always trying to observe… Saihara snapped his head out of his thoughts.

“Hey, Shuichi!” Banged Kaito, pulling himself out the doorway and almost bumping into Kaede. She gave him a friendly smile and let her guard down. Saihara knew she didn’t like him very much, but at least he was much easier to manipulate.

Kaede was barely shorter than him, a blonde string of hair jumping out on the top of her head, hair brushed out her face with a silver, beautiful music clip he gifted her. It fits her, he has to admit. She wore a pale pink jumper, shorts to a shirt, and had magenta tights underneath and an orange bracelet. She wore her usual loafers and had her usual hands tapping on herself like playing a piano, like usual.

Kaito was taller and had a stronger physique than both of them, spiky offish purple hair protruding out with extra gel, as well as a small goatee. His skin was a bit pinkish, and he had determined, sharp eyes that Saihara felt matched that wide grin on his face. He wore a white patterned shirt with a pale, thin jacket. He had a long purple jacket over that one with one hand out, inside was a unique outer space pattern, He seemed to dress up as he would have usually for school as if he was too lazy to wash his clothes and change.

Maki quietly nodded, red eyes staring at him like she was anticipating something. Straight cut brown hair in pigtails, scrunchies matching her eyes. She wore a red buttoned-up shirt with a black skirt, a black knitted sweater on top. Her thigh-high red socks matched her scheme. She held Kait’s hand and forced him to walk out the doorway.

“So the whole gang is coming today?” Kaito asked, his grin reaching its world record height. 

“Yes, I needed to ask Korkiyo something… A bit strange.” Saihara told them, a cuss threatening to come out.

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing too crazy, after all, I’ve handled every note and every high key!” Kaede smiles. Saihara awkwardly laughs, trying to reach for a hat that was not there.

“Well… You’d be quite shocked that this wouldn’t be our average, everyday piano-” That made Kaede flush a bit, “You’ll- You’ll understand.”

“Do you need any help with it?” Maki asked, her kindness reaching through. Saihara thought for a second. He thought… And then decided.

“This might seem a bit strange to ask, but have you ever heard of somebody named Kokichi?” They all paused, widening their eyes.

“...Kokichi?”

“What about his last name?” Maki said quickly, rushing for an answer. 

“Kokichi Ouma. Short, and rather cute-”

“Cute?” Whispered Kaede, “He’s cute? Well, he is a succubus…”

“Purple hair, innocent-looking eyes, likes to lie, and-”

A small falling sound came from upstairs, slowly to downstairs, stumbling and falling and jumpy and very loud. A small purple boy came around the corner, running to them. His wings and horns are still there, and an excited, smiling face showing. It would’ve made his heart skip a beat… And it did a bit.

He paused, staring wide-eyed with the people in front of him.

They did the same.

“K-Kokichi..?” Maki said, voice hesitant and slowly approaching him. The boy dashed to her and jumped.

“And here he is?” Saihara said, fumbling a bit. He didn’t expect him to run down here and show himself. “Are you alright Ouma-Kun?” Ouma didn’t react, and Saihara decided not to bother him while Ouma shoved himself towards Maki, hugging her into a tight trap.

“Woah! Wait… Is that you, Ouma-Kun?” Kaito asked in a hesitant voice, wide eyes. 

“No.” He whispered, eyes on them, as if in a trance.

“Why- Where- Why are you here, Kokichi?”Maki asked, shoving him off her. Even when remeeting him from a long time ago, she shoves him off? That would confuse me if not for her cold side, but I don’t think that was it. Ouma flashed them a smile.

Maki’s face was rather full of emotions, unlike her usual self. It was between confusion, happiness, and a bit of anger. Kaito was rather shocked, with an angry face. And Kaede..? She seemed to have a small smile on her face, though Saihara couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. She was still tapping her fingers against her arm.

“I…” Saihara spoke up, everyone turned their head to him, “I met him with Korekiyo for some reason, and he was alone and brought him here on instinct.” Saihara didn’t know if it was a mistake, but it seemed best to lie in this situation. He wondered how fake that lie sounded.

“Saihara’s lying!” Ouma shouted, a clearly fake, extremely worried smile on his face. “ I was sent here on a mission and asked Korekiyo to help me! I don’t know why he’s lying.”

“Saihara wouldn’t lie, Ouma-Kun. Don‘t ruin the moment!” Kaito argued, a small smile on his face now, “It’s… So like you to lie- Damn, you have no idea how much I missed your lies.” He put his hand in his face, and Ouma wouldn’t- He couldn’t try to correct him now.

Kaede did not seem as fooled. “A mission? Did they send- Oh god no…”

“What’s wrong, Kaede?” Saihara asked.

“Nothing…” Kaede forced a smile, though her eyes didn’t match. “Ouma, let’s talk privately later.” Kaede gave his hand a small squeeze and a tight smile. Ouma felt like she has changed a bit since their first meeting, back in their homeland. She used to be less cautious, less worried-looking and more friendly. 

Something changed.

“So you took Kokichi home on instinct?” Maki muttered, patting Ouma’s head.

“Yes. It must’ve been because I was curious about his strange wings, or why he was alone with Korekiyo. Korekiyo ran away into the woods before I could ask him.”

“So Korekiyo was the one that… That dude.” Kaito said, “He summoned a demon.” 

“Yes. Figuratively, that he’s a demon.” Maki quickly added.

“He clearly has wings and horns.” Saihara quietly told himself. They didn’t seem to hear him, fortunately.

 

The others- Saihara’s other friends- soon came with shock and pleasant feeling for the arrival of Ouma, as well as an ability he learned they had: The ability to deny anything Ouma says or tries to explain to them. They repeatedly ask him about Ouma and advise him to do- To do nothing. As suspected as those dear friends of his, always trying to keep his trust but make sure they do their job.

He has a shy, awkward smile. His friends are so stupid.

After a meeting with Korekiyo, does Saihara learn why Ouma came here. They were still trying to do their quest. The quest by the late queen of their world. How pathetic.

His thoughts reeked with negativity as the others left when the sunsetted, staring at Ouma like he didn’t know. He scoffed inside his head. It was always like this with his friends. They came to do something and decided to stay because of him. They’ll just send more and more and more.

It sounded a bit fun if he was truthful, but why would he condemn to human feelings right now? Saihara did a hum as he washed his dishes, hearing the static sound of the TV in his secret hobby room. He knew Ouma was snooping around, like he seemed to do plentiful. Not like Saihara mind. Ouma was a bit, unlike the others. Maybe it was that he was a succubus. Or that the others seemed to give him none to some trust, despite their closeness. Or maybe because… Saihara felt he should keep that one a secret.

After he finished, Saihara took a deep breath and sighed, entering his secret hobby room. Unsurprisingly, there he saw Ouma, standing, watching what was in front of him. It was a little bit of a fun expression, which Saihara looked at with honor.

Ouma looked horrified.

“Hey, are you done or do you want me to wait outside?” Saihara asked casually, planting a kiss on the back of Ouma’s hand. Ouma quickly pulled his hand away and rubbed it against his- Rather, the clothes Saihara gave him. For some reason, his hand hurt a little bit and there was a strange pattern on it.

“What is this..?” Ouma asked, voice shaking. It was fitting, Saihara thought. The guy stopped functioning as Saihara’s secrets unraveled. “Who- Who are you?”

“Hm? What do you mean? I’m Saihara Shuichi, a part-time detective, and highschooler, though a more fitting question might be for your case, What are you ?” Ouma cutely flinched the second Saihara said that.

“Is that what we’ll be doing?” Ouma awkwardly laughed, staring down. His eyes were wide and the wings on his back were slightly covering him as if he was trying to protect himself from something. Maybe it was the wind, after all,  Saihara didn’t give him very thick clothes, and the weather in this room seems a bit colder than the others.

“What… are you?” Ouma asked, taking a step back the second Saihara decided he wanted to step oh so slightly forward. Ouma barely misses the bookshelves, stacked with books about the strangest things, like blood-red bottles and ancient books that Ouma has never seen before, and he hits the wall. “What is this room?” He asks after a long silence.

“How do you know I won’t lie,” Saihara asks, but then it clicks in his head. “Oh right, I forgot Succubus can control the mind.” Ouma didn’t say anything on how a human could figure that out, because that would lead him to another question. “That is what you did to my superior, am I correct?”

“... Are you stalling?” 

“No, not really. Well, how should I answer this? Hmmm…” Saihara says out loud, face tinted red as if embarrassed. That’s something Ouma has noticed Saihara does a lot, he would show emotion, but not extensively feel them. And his head was a bit messed up, Ouma remembered noticing back when they were at the police station yesterday, at least the parts in Saihara’s mind Ouma could reach.

“On September 7th, the year you were born, don’t you remember a certain rumor going along? Back when the queen was alive and the king was lost?” Saihara asked. Ouma paused, wondering why he was suddenly so off-topic.

Back then, when all his friends and him were given their names, the queen was as healthy as what a queen should be but wasn’t seen in public for around ten months.  The king disappeared the very beginning of that year, and everybody was running wild where the angels lived because their king went to go visit the queen and has not returned yet. There was a floating rumor among the adults the children often had to hear.

“Yeah, there was one.” Ouma nods, “About a secret child the queen had.”

Then something exploded Ouma’s head.

 

“Hey Korekiyo, are you sure it was a good idea to bring in Ouma? I know you’ve been secretly watching the other world, everyone does.” Asks Kaede, a worried expression for his friend.

“I’m not sure about his situation, like the rest of you,” Kiibo started to say, “But I’m pretty sure everything Ouma was saying was the truth.” He glanced away the second Miu started to yell the other direction, telling her to stop yelling perverted stuff at the birds. 

“Oh, we know!” Angie smiles at him, doing a strange cat-like laugh. “We know, know, know, know just like Atua!”

“Please do not talk about a non-existent god in the cult you recently joined, Angie,” Kirumi tells her, her sharp eyes watching the others, back straight.

“Please sit down, Kirumi,” Maki says to the white-haired girl. She does exactly that without looking away from the others.

“Then why did you..?”

“Because Gonta and the others are trying to help Kokichi and Saihara!” Gonta says, a wide smile on his bright face, pushing his glasses in. He enjoyed wearing glasses although his vision was very good because they made him seem more like a gentleman. “Kaede  told Gonta to pretend we didn’t know because although lying is bad, Kokichi can’t know the truth because then Saihara might discard him!” A smile showed on his face.

“Neh…”

“Quiet degenerates! Himiko’s trying to sleep.” Tenko yells, louder than both of them.

“That’s not sitting, Kirumi, that’s kneeling. Stop it.” Rantaro tells her with a nice smile, scratching his wasabi colored hair. Kirumi starts to stand again.

“You mean about who Saihara is?” Kiibo says, then going back to yell awkwardly to stop Miu from going to talk to the couple kissing over there. 

“I honestly don’t know why the queen in your guys’ place decided to make Saihara live in this world. I mean, he’s the only royal child, since all of them have been having a hard time breeding, even if he is illegitimate.” Kaede says eyes tightly shut, “He’s sweet, kind, and… “ She opens them with a glint of fear, “So very cunning. He’s fit to be the next king”

Tsumugi shivers, remembering those golden eyes, the same color of the king of the angel’s, and that navy blue hair, dead pale skin just like the queen of theirs.

“Huh? Don’t you guys know the reason they sent him away, Kaede? Oh right. You were the first one, so of course, they wouldn’t tell you.” Kaito laughs.

“There was a reason?” Kirumi asks, her sharp eyes tearing towards the spaceman.

“Please sit down normally on the grass, Kirumi,” Ryoma tells her, patting to a place next to him and smoking his candy cigar which he somehow got his hands on. Nobody questioned it.

“He plainly was the illegitimate child of the queen of the demons, and the king of the angels. That’s why he resembles both of them. They were so scared of the king’s disappearance, they hid him away. They didn’t kill him because he was the only child born as a royal for a long time, and they didn’t want to risk it.” Tsumugi says.

Most of the others flinch the second they hear that again. It scares them so much that their friend, Saihara, had that much power, and he knew it. The demons and the angels back in their kingdom thought they didn’t, which just made it all the worse. None of them hav3e ever seen Saihara’s transformation, but they were sure it was beautifully scary. Between an angel and a demon. They were surprised that it had never happened before.

“You’re lucky you’re the prime minister’s daughter in the demon’s place.” Groaned Kaito, “You probably know more than me.”

“Hey! I just learned about what Saihara was and what to do when I meet him, and how I should try to bring him there so he can rightfully claim the throne! And maybe become the future prime minister.”

“You have no words, you probably won’t get it from all your sneaking out and cosplaying.” Rantaro jokes, earning a … thrown shoe in her bag to his face.

“I wonder how much information Ouma has heard…” Maki said, red eyes staring up at the fading blue sky.

“Why do you say that, Makiroll?” Kaito asks.

“D-Don’t call me that…” Maki says, “D-Do you want to die?”

“She says that because Ouma is one of those special Sucbi, a real beauty to the world,” Korekiyo said, putting his hand out as if showing an art piece.

“Oh. Right.” Kaito says, “I always forget that with the way he acts.”

“Talkin’ about Cockichi, space fucker?” Miu said, approaching them. The couple was gone and Miu had a wide grin on her face. Kiibo scolded her a bit.

“Heyo, Miu!” Angie waves, “We were talking about Atua’s greatness. Do you want to join?”

“We were talking about Kokichi and Saihara positions before and after this incident.” Kirumi corrects.

“I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Ryoma says. 

“Probably sucking dick,” Miu tells them, hand on her hips and a wide grin on her face.

“You’re disgusting, thinking about degenerates! And in front of Himiko, too. I can’t believe you.” Tenko shrieks. Himiko groans and opens her eyes.

“He’s probably telling everything to Kokichi, and Kokichi is probably being scared to death. My head definitely hurt when Shuichi told me.” Kaede tells them, “Then- Wait, maybe we should go back?” She started to tap her hands on her arm, feeling a beat but not quite getting it.

“What, are you worried that your psychopath fucking crush is going to do something to the innocent Lil’ purple rat?” Miu sneers, a creepy smile plastered on her face.

“Oh no,” Rantaro says, “We… should go and check them.”

Kaede tapped her hands on her arm quicker, hoping nothing had happened.

 

"I… are you really the prince?" Ouma stood still, unable to look away from the eyes of Saihara. They were bright golden.

"May I reintroduce myself?" Saihara didn't wait for a response. "I am Shuichi Saihara, a part-time detective and highschooler for an elite school. One could also say I qualify as the Prince of both kingdoms, demon or not. My mother threw me away after finding out who the father was, as the king of demons was feared. But one could wonder why he left and where he went. An easy, simple question that is when using deductions. He was waiting for me.

"I guess my mother forgot that my- The king of demons was the most powerful creature to have ever met the face. He could one too many things and had one too many secrets. He was waiting for me, and after my mother dumped me with the humans, I met the king of demons- Who I enjoyed calling Dad. He's probably coming home soon after an overstay at work. I should go make him food, it's a wonder he hasn't been found out yet- Oh, sorry, am I rambling?." Puma wondered if he would meet the lost king of demons.

Ouma watched the navy blue-haired boy bow a little in front of him and then approach him with a frighteningly awkward, blushy smile. "It seems my mother sent my official royal concubine this time." Saihara sighed.asked.

"W-what?" Well, he wasn't wrong, Ouma thought, but to put it in delicate terms, that meant he had to have thought about what to do with him. Because he was unlike all of Saihara's friends, he was supposed to be some lover for him when he went to claim his position. Was he going to send Ouma back? Was Ouma going to be punished for not being able to bring Saihara over in the end? Was he going to die-

"What to do," Saihara said, "Should I go back now? Or should I stay here and pretend to be a human?" Saihara seemed to carefully approach him, as if he were a deer in headlights, and kissed the back of Ouma's hand lightly this time. Strangely enough, it hurt a bit and Ouma bit his lip.

It took Ouma a second to realize, "Are you asking me?" He asked, in a very dumb way. Why would Saihara ask him? 

"Well, you are supposed to be my future lover, as I've granted, so I believe I'm supposed to make you happy so you don't leave," Saihara explained, an expression on his face that made him look like a clueless child. 

"Ah." Ouma had no words. 

The doorbell ringed once, then twice. And then it started ringing at a rapid speed, with no rhythm or rhyme. It was annoying, rude as well. Saihara sighed. "That sounds like they're back."

"Do you mean your friends?" Ouma asked, happy the highschooler's focus wasn't on him anymore. He swore those bright, yellow eyes were memorizing him for some reason.

"Probably. Let's go downstairs, shall we?" Saihara asked. Ouma nodded.

They carefully stepped down the stairs, dodging the small bumps in the wood that you could easily trip on and went to the door. 

“Why didn’t you just call me like you usually do when you leave something- Why is everyone else here as well, Kaede?” Saihara asked, looking out the door. They were all crowded around. Gonta was staring at a flower in his front yard, Himiko was drowsing to sleep like she had no sleep last night, like always, Ryoma was hidden somewhere in the crowd, and Kaede stood in the front like she usually did.

“I purposely left that there, you know that!” Kaede flushes, “ And I’m here to ask if you want Ouma to come with us, since… you know. It’s been a long time we’ve met, and we forgot to ask you that.”

“Oh- Um, do you want to go with them? They’ve been here for a long time and know things, and… They have interesting stuff they can show you.” Saihara said, getting out the way.

“Oh- Um-”  Ouma’s eyes were wide, “No, I’m good.”

“Are you okay, Kokichi?” Gonta asked with a worried expression. “Gonta thinks Kokichi’s a bit pale.” Ouma was always pale, a sickly pale. But Gonta was probably right, after all, Ouma knew that Gonta had 24/7 vision.

“Of course not!” Ouma shouted in more of a whine. The students stared at him, “I’m dying right now! Look at my arms and head, I’m bleeding!” He, in fact, wasn’t bleeding. But he gave a shocked, innocent look and spread out his arms, as well as the wings on his back, almost punching the wall. 

The others didn’t seem satisfied with that response

“Oh- Well, um, do want to at least talk with any of us before we leave?” Kaede asks.

“Well… there is one thing on my mind right now, but Saihara-chan will have to go!” Ouma said, bouncing up and down like some hyperactive kid. Saihara awkwardly stood by him, thinking things up and down in his head.

“Oh? Should I go upstairs then so you can talk?” Saihara asks him, tapping lightly on Ouma’s shoulder. 

"Uh-" Ouma flinched, eyes wide when those golden eyes bore into his own. Ouma paused, unmoving. Seven seconds crawled by before Saihara spoke up.

"I'll… go upstairs then." Saihara tells him, "And don't worry, I’ll leave my window alone." Ouma nods silently, watching as he leaves.

Ouma slowly shut the door and stared up at Kaede, arms tapping quickly against her arms, a mixed look on her face. Her head seemed up in jumbles, confusion, and fear.

"He did something, right?" She asked, " Are you hurt? What did he tell you? Are you scared?" Ouma watched the others do nothing and look at him eagerly.

"Yep, yep!" Ouma smiles widely, "Y'know, you could've just asked me those questions when-"

"Of course 

Saihara would tell him something important," Maki scoffed, "Kokichi is… a special type of succubi, after all, having to dedicate his entire life to whoever takes the throne."

"Actually," Kirumi clarified, “It appears that Shuichi did something to the back of Kokichi’s hand. It has the king’s emblem imprinted on it.” Ouma eyes strayed to the symbol. He didn’t realize it earlier, but it looked unsurprisingly pretty. For a king’s emblem, he means. 

It had navy curvy paint strokes surrounding a dark circle, strange symbols sprang around and a large crown in the center, white and very intricate. 

Ouma quickly remembered that Saihara also kissed the back of his other hand, and Ouma breath hitched when he looked at that.

Strikingly sharp bright yellow lines painted themselves like a triangle, a white circle in the center, lines swishing around like patterns and another large crown in the center, a pure dark black, sharp and almost labyrinthine-like pattern inside. With both of these symbols, that meant Saihara was claiming something, because he marked Ouma, somebody meant to serve the king of demons, with the mark of both the demons and angels. That meant Saihara was claiming something nobody could refute because it was the reason everybody was trying so hard to make him come back and become.

“I guess… all it took was Kokichi, huh?” Rantaro asked, a bittersweet smile on his face.

“Shuichi’s claiming to be both the king of demons and angels, or at least, the prince,” Ryoma observed, pulling out another candy cigar.

“So he’s finally decided?” Kaede asks, “Because of Kokichi? That doesn’t make sense. After all, Shuichi just met him and he didn’t even consider it when I asked him.”

“Though I don’t want to talk to you, you ugly male, what did that degenerate tell you?” Tenko asked her question in disgust, her face morphing into how she felt.

“That was what I was going to tell you, you moody jerks!” Ouma said, “But that’s a lie. You guys are even worse than moody jerks, you’re worse than trash. All of you!”

“Get to the point, you shota,” Miu grumbled.

“Sure, slut.” Miu disgustingly moaned as Ouma continued. “Saihara-chan told me about everything, uh- Did what you see on my hands by- y’ know, and then told me to make a reaaally stupid! Decision. It was soooo stupid I wanted to go back.

“He made me decide if he should go take the throne or stay-”

“Ah.” A new voice. It was deep and was slightly soothing. Ouma glanced over to take a glance, a bit surprised to see such a familiar person.

The man looked young, but he was older than all of them. He was tall and looked muscular, but Ouma couldn’t quite tell underneath his black suit and red tie. His black hair was cut to his nape, and a bang went to his ear. He had sharp red eyes, thick eyebrows, and a sturdy straight face.

“What a crowd. My son must have a lot of friends.~” The man says, a small smile falling onto his face. Everyone in the front flinched, suddenly feeling a yarn of despair grow in their stomach. They all had a feeling… They knew who this was. “And I can sense you all know him quite well. So well, you know exactly about his origins.” Fear grew on their face. The man approaches them, looking at every single one of them.

“You must be Akamatsu-san, that amazing pianist that my son talks a lot about. You must be Yonaga-san, the artist who enjoys telling about your gospel. And Gokuhara-Kun… I remember you from when you were younger, I saw you once before I left.” Ouma’s breath hitched. “Little Yumeno-san, and Chabashira-san, raised by the more religious angels I remember. Oh, I don’t recognize you.”

“I-I’m Kiibo, sir. Kiibo Idabashi. My dad’s a professor and studies in… more demonic creatures. I became friends with Shuichi with our similar interests.” Kiibo said quickly, staring up at him with a look of respect.

“And then Momota-Kun, and your girlfriend, Harukawa-san, who used to stalk my son. I remember the stories he’d used to tell of a little red-eye. Tojo-san, who I’ve already met cleaning the house. Shinguji-Kun. I remember first meeting you being turned into the police, then I had to bring you back and learned you were my son’s friend. Irumi-san, always sending my son porn, which I don’t appreciate, you know.” The others gave her a weird look. “Amami-Kun, with your sisters. Hoshi-Kun, it isn’t good to be smoking with fake candy. Shirogane-san, always giving my son clothes, thank you for that. And… Oh.” 

The man, who was probably the lost king, stared blankly at Ouma for a second. “They finally sent you Ouma-Kun. My son was waiting for you for a very long time. You have your mother’s hair and eyes, and your skin is definitely from her. You have her height, and I remember from Tojo-san telling me about you a bit, how much you would lie, that’s something your mother would teach you. Too bad she was forced to marry that shitty man that left. It’s a good thing you’re exactly like her though because of that.” He was waiting for me? That means he knew I was coming? What.. What does that mean? “Oh sorry- I must be rambling. My son rubs off on me. Talking about my son, he wouldn’t give his heart to anyone else before he knew the right person came, I felt his mark from all the way at the police station. Remarkable, my son is!”

Ouma flinched when the man, Saihara’s… The king to the demons and the man who was teaching his wife’s affair child, reached his hand to look at Ouma’s hands. He seemed to look a bit sad when he saw both the marks.

Then the door opened.

“Oh, hey dad.” Saihara waved, face turning a bit red as he walked towards him, “How was work?” Saihara grabbed the man’s bag and smiled brightly at him, waiting for a reply.

“It was average. The boss kept praising me and gave me more stuff  I thought about slicing off his head, but instead decided to make his tongue get cut off using magic, after all, traces are bad.” Ouma flinched when he heard those words.

“Oh dad, you know you could have just killed him. After all, they’re so replaceable.” Saihara says, golden eyes on red. Ouma decided never to leave Saihara until Saihara decided to take these marks off. He didn't want to die.

The man patted Saihara’s head with a wider smile. “Oh yeah, your friends are here with Ouma-Kun."

Saihara turns to the others as if just remembering about them. "Oh right. Are you done with your talk?" He was asking Ouma, and not the others. Ouma silently nodded, jerking a bit when Saihara put his hand over Ouma's hand, brushing it a bit. Ouma instantly grabbed it, then looked at his hand in shock of what he just did. It was a succubus's job to do that, not any other demons. Though one could argue that Saihara has more abilities than him.

Ouma wanted to be the top though, even if he was a succubus, even if he couldn't- 

He dragged that thought out his head and stared at the others. It was a little frightening whenever his thoughts carried out like how a lustful persons' would work. It happened naturally, like his powers.

"Well, you kids can leave- or join us if you want to, because I need to talk with these two." He smiled their way, before turning away and locking the door after both came in without a second thought. He didn't allow any of the others to think about if they wanted to join or not.

Saihara let go of Ouma's hand, and suddenly Ouma felt it was empty now. He hated that feeling, and Saihara along with it, for casting that weird possession mark on him. But then he remembered it was his duty to do that, to allow himself to be controlled by Saihara, and Ouma hated that.

Saihara put his hand back to Ouma's hand.

"So, as you most likely have thought of, I am Shuichi's dad, though we are not related. I am a full-time detective and work with the police, and maybe sometimes partake in suspicious activities to see what drugs there are, so I can use them on other people." The man says with a smile not fitting for that sentence, "My name is unnecessary, as you can just call me dad." Ouma blinks, but quickly nods his head, unsure of what to make of this situation. His head was fuzzy and he wasn't able to think of anything.

"Have you decided on whether I should stay here or come with you, Ouma-Kun ?" Saihara asks. Ouma stares at him, golden eyes staring gently at Ouma, like he was glass, like he was a pet-

"I'll decide tomorrow." 

 

Ouma sighs softly in the warmth of Saihara, feeling up his body again for the 4th time and wrapping his legs around the sleeping boy. He hears him grumble a bit, thick eyelashes fluttering right before Ouma saw golden eyes, making Ouma submit his entire mind to them. Bright white horns and a small halo hanged from Saihara's head, and four somewhat large, white wings on his back, incredibly beautiful wings.

"Good night, Shumai!" Ouma says, a bright smile hinting to show on his face. Saihara is glad he decided to fall for Ouma the second he learned the Ouma was a succubus and was prepared just for him his entire life even when he wasn't there.

"...You're lying." Saihara says, lightly kissing Ouma on the lips, pulling their faces closer together. "It's morning. Let's get dressed, darling." Pink tinted Saihara's cheeks as he stretched up, and made a quiet yawn. He looked at the bed. It was a bit messy and the fluffy purple sheets with dinosaurs (Ouma insisted on getting them because now, it would piss off everybody except for the ones who knew Barney, and the complex reason between drugs and how it was hosted on a kids show.) was wrinkled a bit on their queen-sized bed that they didn't quite fill up, probably from last night. 

Saihara sighed as he grabbed some clothes the servants prepared last night and started to shift Ouma to move when he didn't. Something Saihara noticed was that Ouma would always wake up earlier, but never get out of bed. It was like Ouma was chained with handcuffs to him sometimes.

Ouma softly moaned when Saihara's hand grazed against his overstimulated chest, and he turned, glaring at his king. "C'mon, darling, get up. Or do you want me to fuck your slutty self so hard you won't be able to yourself? I would love that so much, seeing you laid out in front of me, shivering in fear that I can kill you anytime I want."

"I will never get used to you calling me that without a change in expression." Ouma openly says, "Or that you enjoy to threaten me with sex. Succubus are made to have sex and have a strong fertility rate, bitch." Saihara softly laughs, pulling his husband closer till he's up and sitting at the edge of the bed. He quickly dresses himself, making sure to button up every single button and the navy tie was symmetrical.

"I'll be sure I'll enjoy it as well, darling." Saihara hums, letting his breath tickle Ouma's neck as he silently brings a sleeve onto Ouma's instinctively stretched out arm. He puts the other one on with the shorter boy's submission and slowly buttons it. There's a reason Saihara ordered- asked the servants not to come in in the morning.

"Hey, what about my pants?" Ouma asks, eyes glazed over. He rubs them like a cat.

"Today, we'll be having that party in the afternoon till late, so I hope I didn't push you too hard last night." He gives Ouma a soft smile and kisses his lips, not enough to work up Ouma but enough to not seem like a child's.

"Where's my pants?"

"We'll be having it in the Angel's kingdom, and see the beheading of my mother and the king of angels, which I'd rather not call my father, since dad wants to see them die over and over and over and- Sorry. Dad will be giving me the crown afterward so I'll officially become the king. During that, I want you to stick close with Maki, okay darling?" Saihara overviews.

"Okay, my personal dildo. Can I have my pants now?"

"After that, there will be lunch and I'll meet people I want on my good side and people I want down the toilet, eating their own eyes for entertainment."

"My love, I will let you do whatever you want to me if you give me my pants."

"I love you too," Saihara says as he throws Ouma his pants, kissing him in the cheek after he puts it on. "Also, all that work was for nothing because the servants will come to do that."

"I wonder how many young ladies wish to be in my position," Ouma says, exaggeratingly sighing, "What despair they'll be in after finding out the Prince is such a fucking jerk! Wahhh! I never signed up for this!"

"Can't wait to see how you'll do with our child," Saihara says, grazing his hand over Ouma's chest again, down to his thigh, grabbing ahold of it. Saihara kisses the man once more before licking Ouma's cheek.

"Minh…" Ouma groans, "Stop it! I wanna eat and then go run away to another country!" Uh oh, Ouma thinks when Saihara pauses. He looks at him with his golden eyes, the ones that always made Ouma flinch just a bit and stop like a deer in headlights.

"If you did, I would kill any person close to you and chase you down, and when I find you, you'll be locked up and see me every day with a different woman until you're begging me to fuck you again, to love you again," Saihara says before twisting his lips in a small smile and kissing Ouma on the lips. Saihara was always this way since Ouma was almost raped by a guy Ouma watched Saihara kill over and over, stab him in the throat, gouge out his eyes, and- Well, it was a little too gruesome for him.

Saihara was just always a bit like it though since the beginning, after Ouma told him to finish his high school years and then go with him and all his friends, and his father, back to their kingdoms, Saihara's rightful kingdoms.

"I love you too, Shumai," Ouma says, wrapping his arms around his king. "Can I go eat now?"

"Let's go together," Saihara says quietly.

"...Alright. And I won't run away. Don't worry. Why would I when we have sex every day, when you look at me with those loving eyes when you do those things I like?  I would kill myself before you could find me and make me have your child if I didn't love you."

"I know." Saihara hums, "Plus, I love you too much to do anything to harm you."

"...I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

Saihara kisses him, and Ouma kisses back.



...Ouma wasn't a mistake in the end.

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Uh... so I don't know if you're reading this, but I need help. So anybody expecting a chapter, don't worry, I'm working on it, it's going on. Okay, anything past this is for SHSL_ SHITPOSTER, it isn't anything personal really but just some thankfulness for him liking both of my things, or stories, or whatever you call them. 

Okay, SHSL_SHITPOSTER. So do you have any normal names, it doesn't have to be your real name but some alt name or name you like? Just a question for something I'm doing in the future. I'm just doing this to thank you and some other people, you can tell me if you don't want to do it if you want to.

And can you tell me anything physical you'd give Ouma? That'd help me a lot. Thanks for reading this and I hope you, and everyone else confused about why I posted this has a good day.

 

 

 

 

 

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