-A Few Weeks Later-

I yawned as I finally got woke up once again in the warehouse, yesterday Momota had forced us to have a bad movie marathon, or rather his favorites. I think even Yonaga got tired of it and she always seems perpetually happy which is weird and personally the Emoji Movie is going to scar me for life. What is wrong with americans and what they find entertaining? (Hah get is cause they're Japanese!.....I'll stop talking now)

I opened the giant door and closed it, I had basically moved in here in a sense since....nope nope not now, now is not the time. I shook my head to try and get them out of my head.

I sighed grabbing a soda and staring at the piece of hair that I still had. My time limit is almost up...ugh darn Momota and the whole class getting me distracted...I don't know what happened to be honest. It's almost like every time I tried to sit down and work on figuring out who did it they barged in and dragged me off to whatever activity or event they planned no matter how many times I told them I was busy.

Honestly this is only going to make it harder for me to discover the person who killed them and save all their butts from them. I grabbed a soda and sighed. Well....ok I need an idea...wait a second...the warehouse may be abandoned but there are still security cameras outside!

I got up and looked outside the door and sure enough the same security camera I used to try and hit with a rock along with DICE back when we were in elementary school was still there.

Oh my goodness thank you Atua for all of us having horrible aiming. I then climbed the pole it was connected to and pulled it down and into the warehouse. Ok now I just need to download the footage from....aww shoot I don't even know what day to look!

I pondered that for a second as I took out a laptop from my bag that Chiasa had given to me for my birthday a few years back and connected it to the camera to download the footage.

Ok now what day....wait I never told anyone I got accepted into Hope's Peak, not even DICE cause I was planning on telling them during Takara's party...which means they could have only known I was in their class on my first day of school.

I grinned to myself at a small victory. I'm coming for you.

*bzzz*

Huh? I opened my phone to see a text from Saihara.

Saihara wants to hang out NOW? I felt myself blushing a little for some reason though. Weird....

I grinned and shut my phone off as I got a bunch of cardboard boxes and hid my computer and the security cameras under it. Now I just need to pray the police don't arrest me or take the camera away. Oh no wait a second...I was still wearing the same clothes from the day before. And I left all my hygiene products in...that forsaken place. I took a deep breath and headed back to he**, or in this case home.

It was in an even worse part of town than the warehouse, which was saying something. Just a tiny rundown apartment not that there was anything wrong with that. Other than I am pretty sure the last person to live in our apartment was murdered in the house.

Along with some of our neighbors are connected to the mafia and some I think are murderers. Totally safe. Totally.

I used the fire escape to get up to our room and opened the window to once again get inside my bedroom. Please don't make a loud noise, please don't make a noise at all!

I pleaded the door as I shut it quietly. That was my first mistake.

"Kokichi?" I turned around to see my 'mother' at the door. F*ck.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU F*CKING BRAT?! YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO DO YOUR CHORES AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN GONE TO WORK TO PAY THE F*CKING BILLS HAVE YOU?! I ASKED YOU TO BUY ME A BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL AND INSTEAD YOU RUN AWAY YOU B*STARD! I WISH I NEVER HAD GIVEN BIRTH TO SUCH A PATHETIC USELESS CHILD LIKE YOU! I'M NOT EVEN SURPRISED YOUR F*CKING FREAKSHOW OF FRIENDS COMMITED SUICIDE RATHER THAN DEAL WITH YOUR A** EVERY SINGLE DAY"

I gritted my teeth as she dragged me by the ear towards the living room. Oh please let him be in a bar, please let him be in a bar, "look who finally crawled back!" Oh f*ck me...

My father was lying on the couch drunk as he glared at me and my mother shoved me into the glass coffee table shattering it. Ow...I think the glass stabbed me....again....the b*tch needs to stop buying glass tables if she's going to slam me into them every g*d da** week.

"Honey get me my belt" my Dad said and I immediatly started sprinting towards the door but then he grabbed me by the collar and shoved me to the floor pinninh me to the ground.

"Honey you broke it the last time you beat his a**" she then left and came back with a....IS THAT A F*CKING FRYING PAN?!

"This will probably work better" she said as I continued to punch and kick my father desperate to get out of here as soon as possible.

My father raised the pan and....

-/-/-/-

I basically dragged myself to the theater to see Saihara waiting for me. He looked like he was about to greet me when he caught a look at me.

I imagined my face looked like a bloody mess cause of the wacks he got into my head, wouldn't surprise me if I had a concussion along with the fact my arm was hurting like he**. Aww let's just say it, I look like sh*t.

"Hey Saihara whatcha looking at?" I asked spitting blood out of my mouth, "what HAPPENED to you?" He asked I shrugged "pigeons, what movie are we watching?" Saihara blinked in shock from my probably non chelant attitude about looking like I just came back from he**, which I had, and kept examining me "forget the movies, we need to bring you to a hospital!"

"Don't be a drama queen Saihara, it's just a few bruises..." I then tried spinning around to prove it "see I'm fine-" I apparently overstimated the power of adrenaline and fell over.

"Yeah...no, come on get up I'm taking you to the hospital" I groaned as I took Saihara's hand. His hand is warm...I felt myself blushing again for some weird reason as he started walking with me to the nearest hospital while I still continued to nearly fall over several times due to me fading in and out of consciousness with Saihara having to catch me last minute.

"Get on my back, I'll carry you" Saihara said after the 17th time. I blushed, no way he actually means that I shook my head "I'm fine Saihara" he shook his head "Ouma you keep nearly falling over it's safer this way, besides I think your leg is also bleeding so walking isn't helping your injuries" I groaned and complied to tired to argue at the moment.

Why is he so warm...? Or am I just cold? Probably the second one. It sounds less creepy.

I don't know when, but I fell unconscious some time on the way over.

-/-/-

U

gh my head...someone get me an aspirin...I woke up in a hospital room with a bunch of bandages on. I don't remember checking in...did Saihara actually carry me the whole way?

I then noticed a note next to the bedside table.

Woah he actually cares....I hugged the letter and sighed. Oh no wait a second...I then felt my eyes widen like saucers when I finally realized it.

I liked Shuichi Saihara.

I am gay.

I'm part of the skittles gang now....oh shoot.