CH 1 -- Smells Like Dead Teen Spirit -- PART 3
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"EXCUSE ME?" Miki asked again, taken aback.
Igi was dead? Igi was dead? Yes, she didn't like him (that was putting it lightly), but he didn't deserve death! Maybe...
"Let me repeat: Igi is dead! And you--" The purplenette shoves a slim fist into Miki's chest, "killed him! Because you were to lazy to hide it away from your cabin!" She belts, her pale purple short hanbok ruffling.
What? By my cabin?
"...show me." The worker asks, confused. God dammit, why'd I say that!?
Jinju grumbled, pulling the redhead's ascot. The attendant was mumbling about how much a sicko she was. God... she goes to sleep... for however long she did, and someone dies?
These kids need Jesus.
The shorter girl (Jinju Hain was 5'3, according to the E-Pad) had successfully pulled the redhead out of her cabin. And that's when Miki saw something in the corner of her eye.
The body is crumpled up, and there is blood covering their thick neck. They are lifeless, as they lay in the garden near. Their body is relatively new, still having their brown eyes full of vigor. Their gray hair has shards of glass weaved in.
The victim is the (former) Ultimate Judge, Igi Hotei. A male at the young age of sixteen, he believed in ideals and the stone cold truth.
"Oh." Miki says, noticing the corpse. "I... I didn't do that." She stutters, god, what happened?
The other girl gave a sigh of annoyance. "Sure, keep on telling yourself that. Imagine what the others will say when they find Igi's corpse..."
"Imagine what the others will say when the find out your really a bitch..."
God, are we four? That doesn't matter, she began it...
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DING, DONG, DING. "A body has been discovered!After a brief period of investigation, there will be a camp trial! Use your time wisely, campers..."
Natsusuki shot up like a bullet. "Body! Oh goodness someone is--!!" Natsusuki leaped out of bed, still clad in the pajamas Monokuma had given them all. A dash to the door, he slips on his black boots, not bothering to tie the laces.
Oh my god, who was it...? At this point, he didn't care who it was. It could be Miki or Kyojin or Nekuta, or anyone, he would burst into tears.
He ran faster, even though he was actually quite tired. Did he care? No. Would it fuck up his sleep schedule? Yes.
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Igi Hotei... Igi Hotei was dead. He barely knew Igi, but he definitely nice and assertive. But why would someone have the gull to kill him? Hell, why would anyone kill? Yes, a way out but...
He glanced at the deathly quiet Jinju, he purple hair (usually in a bun) was dangling at her thighs. Her purple hanbok was still on, but it was messily put on, like she was in a hurry. Goodness...
Then there was the shocked Miki, still in her mustard yellow sailor dress and red ascot. Her arms crossed her chest, looking like an even mix of her usual annoyance and the new shock.
"Igi's dead." Miki said, trying to keep a poker face. "Monokuma sent everyone a 'Death File #1' on our E-Pads."
>>Obtain: Death File #1!
E-Pads? Is that the weird I-Pad thing on my bed side table?
"Yes, and she did it." The shy girl states, pointing at the other female.
"W-We don't know that, Jinju. We just found him... and we'll learn later, ya know! We can't accuse her without any evidence, I think it would be pretty disappointing for poor old Igi to see."
Jinju huffed, walking off. "Whatever. I'll see how the others are doing."
Miki glanced at Natsusuki, and likewise with Natsusuki. "Natsusuki, check the corpse. The file says he was strangled, but... why's there blood around his neck?"
Natsusuki bent down to Igi's body, noticing the blood covering his neck. Pressing his ring finger against Igi's neck... he... "I don't feel any cuts on his neck."
"Duh, it says he was strangled."
"Not helping, Miki."
She snickered, and bent down as well. She glanced around his body, trying to find anything of real value. "Hey, do you notice the shards of glass? It's like... all in his hair." She says running a hand through Igi's gray hair.
"Shit!" She squeaks, pulling her hand back. "See? Shards of glass." She says, revealing her finger, pricked with blood.
>>Obtain: Shards of glass!
"Dunno what that means. Maybe he likes glass accessories in his hair?" Natsusuki joked, trying to make light of the situation.
Miki gave a slight smirk. "I think something's up," She says, getting up. "But... it could just be... just that."
"That?" Natsusuki asked, looking at her. "What do you mean by 'that'?"
Miki glanced off. "I can't explain it. It's like... unrelated, I suppose." She says, making thing more vague than they should be.
Natsusuki got up as well, dusting off his knees. "Yeah, I'm going to investigate more places, okay?"
"Okay, I guess."
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❇️❇️❇️❇️ Denki Roka-ki❇️❇️❇️❇️
DENKI WAS IN SHOCK, FRANTICALLY INVESTIGATING THE KITCHEN. She knew something like this would happen, but now? Goodness...
"Now, if Denki was a murderer... where would I hide my evidence? Hmmm..." She hummed, looking around the Mess hall's kitchen.
"Is anyone here?" She heard aloud, from the other room. It sounded like one of the boy's, so maybe...?
"Denki is!" She chirped, making a b-line for the trash.
She heard the door make a click, and she she stopped for a bit. Who was...?
"Hey Denki," She heard the voice that was distinctly Natsusuki. "... why are you in the kitchen?" He asks, directly asking why she was nearing the trashcan.
"... Denki is looking for evidence."
"In the trash?" He asks.
"Yes."
Natsusuki sighs, and comes over. "I hate to be 'that guy', but... why?" He, again, asks.
Denki gave unsure smile to him, "I saw the body here, and then it disappeared when I got back." She answers. She remembers the first time she saw the body, spiraled up against a chair in the mess hall. She ran into the restroom to hide, her heart pounding.
"Wait, WHAT!?" Natsusuki blurted.
"Yeah, Denki was surprised as well!" She squeaks back, awkwardly 'smiling'. "So that's why Denki is investigating the kitchen!"
>>Natsusuki obtained: Disappearing Body!
"Huh." He mumbled, shaken still.
"Denki was going to look in the trash to see if they left any evidence there." She mumbles, looking in the trash.
That's when Denki saw it. A glimmering and broken glass like object, the brim covered faintly in blood. Was... was that...
"Natsusuki! Look!" She booms, picking the broken object up, and it was a broken drinking cup. "A bloody cup! This has something to do with the murder, ya know!" She says, showing it to the blunette's face.
>>Natsusuki obtained: The Broken Cup!
"Thanks!" Natsusuki gleamed, looking at it.
Denki awkwardly smirked. "Yer welcome."
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Natsusuki decided the last place he should check was Nanamiki's cabin.
"Nanamiki? May I come in?"
"Do you know who killed that baka Igi-chan?" He heard the cosplayer whispering, thankfully the punk was able to hear because of his adept hearing.
"No, but I need your help."
Nanamiki opened her door, a bit disgruntled. "...I guess, Natsusuki-kun."
"Thanks a bunch, Nanamiki, this is important."
He walked in, noting all the anime memorabilia and cosplays. He counted Love-Live, Inu Yasha, hell, even that weird Korean manwha* Killing Stalking.
Nanamiki Sai was a Anime and pop culture connoisseur.
"What did you wanna know?" She asked, "I know many things. Kawaii things mainly."
"What was on Igi's writing you were reading yesterday?"
"Oh, those? Just some stuff about his job, his girlfriend, and other stuff. Oh and plans for-"
"Ding, dong, campers! Time is up! Everyone report to... MOUNT MONOKUMA FOR THE CAMP TRIAL!" The monochrome bear yells on the monitors, with... was that a martini?
What use does alco- why was he questioning Monokuma again? Whatever...
"-murder." She finished, walking Natsusuki out of her cabin.
>>Obtain: Nanamiki' information!
...Murder?
Oh... Oh my god... Well, time to go to the mount, he guessed.
✨✨✨✨CULTURAL NOTES✨✨✨
*Manwha are Korean comics, made specifically in South Korean.
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