Ah shit...

Here we go again...

Another murder, another trial.

Hmm... I'm gonna make that my motto for now.

Heh, heh...

"Time to go Ace Attorney in this bitch." I said pretending to load my gun with a clip.

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Classroom Trial...
In Session!

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"Well then, my sweet and tender hooligans. Why don't we kick things off by taking about the murder weapon." Monokuma suggested from his throne as I glanced around.

Hmm. I don't have a major lead like last time.

Gotta go big brain today.

"According to the Monokuma Files, the victim was struck in the head with a blunt object, leading to what was most likely an immediate demise." Byakuya started. "Yes, but what could it've been?" Ishimaru asked. "Hey, I bet it was a metal pipe!" Hagakure answered.

"TRY AGAIN!" I shouted, a bang ringing through the room. "Duh, right, what was I thinking?" Hagakure admit. "There weren't any pipes at the scene of the crime, so I don't think it was that." Hifumi added. "The circumference of the injury match the weight of the end of a small dumbbell." Kirigiri commented.

"Wait! You checked out her crunched-in head?!" Asahina asked shocked. "Given the blood stains we found on the carpet, I think it's safe to assume the crime was committed right there, in the girls' locker room." Celestia stated.

But, that poster wasn't theirs...

Maybe my horniness is kicking in. I don't know. I just feel like that means something.

"Thus, it's high time to name the culprit. Wouldn't you care to rack your brains, or should I just tell you who it is?" Byakuya started. "You know who did it?!" Mondo shouted with shock. "Obviously. Chihiro Fujisaki's killer is... Genocider Sho!" Byakuya exclaimed pointing forward. "Wait a minute. You mean that serial killer that was in the news? Whatever, bruh." Hagakure commented.

"But wouldn't that half to mean that raving lunatic is one of us? That's crazy talk!" Asahina retorted. "It's not that crazy..." I started drawing everyone's attention. "Togami and I found a dossier on the killer in the library." I added. "It called attention to occurring motifs throughout all of Genocider Sho's murders. Two rituals are calling cards in particular. First, Sho always a message written in blood." Byakuya informed. "Yes. Fun Back Fever, if I am not mistaken." Hifumi said proudly while adjusting his glasses. "Blood Bath Fever, ya' mean." Asahina corrected.

"The second motif is important, as it's never been released to the public at large. Without fail, every one of Sho's victims have been found crucified. Thus, having found her in such a unique state, it's only natural to assume that Fujisaki was slain by the self-sane villain." Byakuya finished. "So wait, we have an incredibly violent serial killer within our ranks?" Celestia asked. "Indeed, and she goes by the name... Toko Fukawa!" Byakuya announced. "What?! I, uh!" Toko whimpered in shock. "Hey, wait just a second! Fukawa freaks out at the sight of blood— and whoever's been killing those folks is not squeamish!" Asahina countered. "I think it would be fair to say she's a show and a no-show." Byakuya responded. "Word play, seriously? Our lives are at stake!" Hagakure pointed out.

"Oh, I've got it..." I mumbled before looking at Toko. "That file, it mentioned that they think that Sho suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, or, has a split personality." I informed. "I trust that will suffice?" Byakuya asked as Toko continued to mumbled in a panic. 'Wonder how it activates...' I thought as Byakuya 'talked' to Toko. 'Hmm. Maybe...' I thought with a smirk before creating my black and blue gun... I'm gonna call it the Codex. I pointed it at Toko before shooting a blank making her scream and faint and others gasp.

Suddenly, her body lifted back up eerily with deranged eyes and a... longer tongue.

"Guess that's my queue to tag in, ain't it, bitches?!" Genocider Sho, asked before most started screaming. "Well, ain't that a kick in the baby-maker— You figures out who I am! Behold! The Super High School Level Serial Killer, Genocider Sho! Toko Fukawa's just a crap-tastic name I was born with." Sho continued.

"What on earth's gotten into you?!" Ishimaru asked. "Not enough these days if you know what I mean, why? You volunteering?" Sho asked. "This new persona we're seeing is nothing like Fukawa." Sakura commented. "And so, we have found our killer. Fujisaki was slain by Genocider Sho. She had clear motive." Byakuya started as I began to remember what I asked Kirigiri to do.

"And what would that be?" Sakura asked. "Fukawa did not want anyone to discover her blood-thirsty alter ego— it was her secret. A secret worth killing for." Byakuya inferred. "Not a bad theory. And kind of clever for a dude. Too bad it's totally wrong, blondie! I'm actually innocent for a change!" Sho revealed.

"Face it! Sho has—" Byakuya started but I cut him off. "Alright. It's time I get started. Togami, you've been wrong from the start. You're close but not quite! TRY AGAIN!" I said turning the Codex toward him and shooting a blank.

"Then how does it differ?" He asked. "Told ya' I didn't do it this time. Suck it, Sherlock!" Sho shouted making me burst into laughter. "But this bastard a clue, huh. I take pride in what I do. Which means I'm a stickler for the details!" Sho continued. "That's...what I was getting at." I started panting from laughing. "Th-The killing blow wasn't with scissors, it was a blunt object, the dumbbell." I said calming down. "Why go with blunt force trauma when I can just grab some skissors and pant the town red." Sho commented. "And the crucifixion didn't match up either. Fujisaki was tied up using an extension cord, but, Sho doesn't tie her victims up with anything. She pins them up with the scissors she uses." I explained tossing the Codex backs it disintegrating in midair.

"Give the kid a cigar! I use scissors on my trophies so I can stick them on my wall, don't want them crumbling heap when the cops find 'em." Sho said staring at me. "How considerate..." I said rolling my eyes. "What's the one thing all my victims have had in common?!" Sho asked slamming her hands down on her podium. "You don't kill women, only men." I answered. "Man! This kid is on fire! Yup! I only cut up the guys that get me going in the Southern Hemisphere if ya' catch my drift! Oh, I mention my naughty bits— how terrible! How terribly, horribly unladylike of me!" Sho said making me cringe.

"We are gathered here in the pursuit of justice. Your twisted kinks aren't related to the issue at hand." Byakuya scolded. "Ah, shut your hole, assface!" Sho retorted making me laugh again seeing Byakuya look offended. "Assface?!" He said in shock. "I stick to my style, even if it means I gotta blow my damn cover!" Sho stated before pulling out four pairs of scissor in between her fingers. "Dun! Dun! Dun~!"

"Where the hell'd those come from?!" Hifumi yelled. "I got more of 'em on me if anyone wants to go treasure hunting!" Sho answered. "Give it a rest! Crucifixion's your bag, scissor are otherwise. It said so in the cop's secret files!" Mondo shouted. When did he—... he just fucked up.

"Wasn't that why we thought it was the real Genocider Sho, and not some copycat?" Asahina asked me. "Give me a sec." I said putting hand on my chin. "There was one other person who knew that detail, Togami." I said looking at him for answers. "When we looked at that file together, didn't you say, 'I assure you, these are genuine. They match the copies in my study at home.'" I said mimicking his voice. "Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if you knew Sho's methods before we got here." I said but gave him a wink, making him smirk before turning straight faced.

"So we're locked in here with a serial killer and a copycat!" Hifumi shouted. "You were privy to Fukawa's secret, and hoped to pin your crime on either persona." Celestia inferred. "What have you to say for yourself?! Answer us!" Ishimaru shouted like usual, literally never helping a case...

"I say where's your evidence." Byakuya retorted. "You're not off the hook just yet. The extension cord used to crucify Fujisaki was not unknown to me. I noticed it's presence in the library where you spent a fair amount of time prior to the murder." Kirigiri added.

Wait, is she... helping us or does she actually think he did it...?

"That's your proof?" Byakuya asked. "So I killed Fujisaki in the girl's locker room, and then strung her up so as to emulate the victims of a known murderer— throwing suspicion elsewhere and covering my tracks. Does that sum it up?" Byakuya asked.

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds believable..." I said squinting my eyes. "But! The crime wasn't committed in the girl's locker room. The killer switched the contents of the locker rooms, almost successfully throwing us off the trail. Too bad! I wanted my fan service." I exclaimed. "So, Togami swapped out the rooms, then?" Sakura asked.

"Our swimsuit model poster was in the girls locker room in exchange for some weird boy band posted. I knew that wasn't how it looked the first day we discovered the second floor. Which means, Fujisaki wasn't killed in the girl's locker room, but the boy's locker room. That's the only way this plays out." I said with a smirk. "What do you mean?!" Byakuya asked with concern. "Wait. So how did that chick get into our locker room?" Hagakure asked.

"Quite simple actually." Kurogiri stared gaining their attention as I started to laugh. "Our Fujisaki... was a boy." Kirigiri announced shocking the rest. "I... I had— PFFFT! Hahahahah!" I started laughing again as Kirigiri glared at me. "S...Sorry. When, Togami told me about Sho, I went to check and see if the motifs matched up. And I definitely wasn't gonna grope a girl or a boy, so I asked Kirigiri to check." I explained while still chuckling, wiping a tear from my eye. "She was so embarrassed." I added with a smirk.

"Righty-o! Fujisaki was a dude in a dress!" Monokuma said holding up a sign that said 'Girly Boy.' "So he was cross-dressing, huh?! Oh, that's so hot! I wish I had killed him!" Sho exclaimed, Byakuya still in shock. "Yeah, but that doesn't really change the fact that Togami did it." Hagakure stated.

"Actually, it does. The shock on your face says so. The real killer already knew... Therefore, you aren't our culprit." I explained crossing my arms with a smirk. "Heh, I guess that works. You're evidence is purely circumstantial, but it clears my name. As theories go, it'll do." Byakuya said returning the smirk. "It's exactly as Null claims! I'm not the guilty party!" Byakuya shouted slamming his hands on his podium. "That said, after I found her in the locker room, I did tamper with the state of the body." Byakuya started. "You... smug bastard! You get off on this, huh?" Mondo growled. "I was testing your powers of deduction. And unnerving the killer with this late revelation." Byakuya answered.

"Y-You're still lying to us!" Ishimaru denied. "You're well within your rights not to believe me. But don't forget what happens if you convict an error. If you wish to see tomorrow, help me find the killer." Byakuya offered.

"Squarely son of a—" Mondo was stopped by Kirigiri. "Let's speak of the case further." Kirigiri replied. "Excellent. Our little guessing game is found its second whim." Byakuya responded. "I'm carrying this case yet I feel like chopped liver." I mumbled crossing my arms.

"Tell me something, how, pray tell, was the culprit able to enter both locker rooms without being shot to pieces?" Celestia asked. "Easily. I found the digital notebook's of the deceased in the foyer." Kirigiri informed. "Huh? What are you getting at?" Asahina asked. "Oh, I get it. The rules said that notebooks couldn't be borrowed, but they don't say they can't be stolen or taken." I explained. "Kuwata's digita notebook was broken, useless." Kirigiri added. "So the killer is a guy." I stated placing a hand on my chin.

"So all we really know about Fujisaki's killer right now is that he's of the male persuasion?" Hifumi asked. "Hmm. Celestia, didn't you say that you saw Fujisaki the night sh— my bad, he died?" I asked. "Indeed. He was headed somewhere. And had a long sleeve jersey stuffed into a duffel bag." Celestia answered. "Alas, we found no such shirt at the crime scene. The killer must have disposed of it earlier on. But did he leave behind any clues as it's fate?" Kirigiri asked. "If I remember correctly, we have a lot of jerseys at our disposal." Sakura started. "Yeah, and a buncha different colors, right?" Asahina added. "Hehehe! I don't even have a jersey. They don't fit me right." Hifumi stated. "Don't sound so proud." I said shaking my head. "Yeah, mine's white." Hagakure added. "You said Fujisaki was on his way to meet with someone, didn't you? So what if they picked out their jerseys together?" Asahina asked. "Yes, that's it! Fujisaki's jersey must match that of his killer!" Ishimaru stated. "You're saying, that whoever killed him, has to have a matching blue jersey, huh?" Mondo said making me and Kirigiri glare at him. "Well, looks like I'm off the hook at least. I grabbed me a black one." He added.

"YOU'RE FINISHED!" I shouted summoning the Codex and firing a blank at Mondo. "The killers always talk to much!" I added with a sinister smirk.

"Wha.. the hell... bro? You tryna start something?" Mondo asked relatively quietly. "Looks like Null caught also. Owada you just made a fatal blunder." Kirigiri commented. "Damn, right. We never revealed the color of Fujisaki's jersey, dumbass! No one said it was blue." I started making Mondo's face pale with shock. "Celestia never mention the color. Oh what a fatal blunder it is. You're not a clown, you're the whole circus!" I said leaning over the podium with a smirk, the Codex resting in my right hand.

"What are you getting at, bro?" Mondo asked in a higher pitch. "It seems you've dug your own grave, Owada." Kirigiri answered. "I didn't dig nothin'!" Mondo exclaimed. "You poor sap. I'm afraid you did." Byakuya started. "The logic of your feint was very sound. You gave him just enough rope to hang himself." Celestia added. "So to speak." Kirigiri agreed. "No, you're wrong! My friend Mondo would never stoop to homicide! Tell them how wrong they are!" Ishimaru shouted marching over to Mondo, whose head was down in shame. "This is all a mistake! It has to be! I don't know how you guessed that the shirt was blue, but that doesn't mean you murdered Fujisaki!" Ishimaru continued grabbing his collar. "It's not true! He's innocent! Why are you all trying to frame him?!" Ishimaru asked.

"I'm doing my job. Either way, we have to be completely sure. Let's go over this one more time." I said rolling my eyes. "This will prove if my verdict is right on the money." I said giving a smirk.

"It was nighttime. Fujisaki left the storage room, duffel bag in tow. He left with a blue jersey inside of said bag. Fujisaki headed toward the boys locker room, but how was 'her' digital handbook able to get 'her' inside? Plot twist! She's a dude! Someone was in the locker room, waiting for him. Whoever Fujisaki met with, is the killer we're looking for. He grabbed whatever was handy, in this case, a nearby dumbbell, and attacked. Once the deed was done, he need to lead us off his trail. So he switched the contents of the two locker rooms. To get into the girl's locker room, he grabbed either Maizono's or Enoshima's handbooks, which we learned were in the foyer. That's who the killer managed to swap the two rooms. That about right, Mondo Owado?" I asked.

"You're a clever guy... Null... you got me. Yeah, I did it." Mondo admit. "Mondo... what are you saying?" Ishimaru asked. "Yo, Monokuma. Enough dicking around. Just let 'em cast the damn votes already." Mondo said sadly. "With pleasure!" Monokuma said throwing away a jar of honey. "No, wait!" Please, don't do this!" Ishimaru shouted.

"Give me a break. He confessed! Alright, twerps! You know the drill. Place your vote a—" "PLEASE, NO!" Ishimaru yelled.

"Votes are in! Shockerū! Owada and the locker room with the dumbbell! Believe it or not my rag-tag bunch of character tropes, excluding Null-y boy, the vote wasn't unanimous! Ishimaru, voting yourself guilty was noble but stupid. Good thing the others had their act together, or you'd all be folded!" Monokuma announced. "I can't believe it... I refuse to believe he's... a killer." Ishimaru said in shock. "I'm sorry, bro." Mondo spoke quietly. "WHY?! WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING?!" Ishimaru yelled grabbing Mondo's collar again. "WHY DID YOU MURDER HIM, MONDO?! WHY?! TELL ME! MAKE ME UNDERSTAND! WHY'D YOU DO SOMETHING SO HORRIBLE?!" Ishimaru asked as Mondo's lip trembled.

"Poor guy. Must be something to traumatic to talk about. Guess I'll have to spill the beans for him!" Monokuma said before holding up a card, reading 'Why did Owada kill Fujisaki?'. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away there lived a boy named Chihiro Fuji—" Monokuma was stopped by me.

"Please just get to the point." I asked. "Way to kill the mood. Basically, Fujisaki braved through the last motive and used his secret of being a male for positive self-improvement! The nerve of that guy! Anyway, he decided to start hitting the iron with testosterone-fueled gusto. But the question remained, who ever to choose as his mentor?" Monokuma explained. "Yeah. Me. Fujisaki trusted me enough to tell me the truth." Mondo agreed. "Bikers are rather known for their 'My word is my bond' speel. Then on top of that, Owada here is a manly specimen. Once you get past the blunt and brovad. He was a goal for Fujisaki to strive towards. I feel like I'm on a role here with all this juicy exposition. Let's chase down memory lane some more! This time we'll check out—" I stopped Monokuma again.

"Get to the point again please, the theatrics are unnecessary." I said with a bored look. "Oh, come on, Null! I'm just having some fun. Sheesh! Fine. Check it out! Owada killed his own brother!" Monokuma revealed making most gasp.

"My big bro was like a god to me. He created the best damn biker gang in all of Japan. So of course I'd joined up. But bro was top dog. I was his number two. When it came time for him to hang up his colors I was supposed to take his place as the boss. I wasn't him, you know— not even close! Felt like such a failure next to him— such a fake! On the night of his retirement party, I challenged him to a street race. I was so desperate to win, I started pullin' some really reckless shit. And that's when... he died that night, saving my stupid ass. 'Don't let the gang go to hell, Mondo... We worked too hard. Promise me. As a man.' He said. I'm such a weakling..." Mondo explained before punching his podium. "I'm pathetic... I couldn't man up to my own feelings! But Fujisaki... this little dude with so much to lose... he had the balls to face his fears and beat 'em. I was jealous of him, alright? I was so... freaking jealous. Cause he was stronger! ... I crushed his head in... because he was brave! I killed someone who came to me for help— someone who looked up to me! He was more a man than I've ever been!" Mondo's said shakily, his eyes going glassy.

"And then, after you killed Fujisaki, you broke his digital handbook to hide his secret. Isn't that so?" Kirigiri asked. "The other handbook I found in the foyer, the one that I assumed belonged to Kuwata, was yours I guess. You took it to the sauna, hoping the heat and steam would ruin it. You probably did the same thing to Fujisaki's. That would explain why we weren't able to track his handbook down. You broke it before disposing of it." Kirigiri explained. Mondo and Ishimaru began crying as I glanced at Fujisaki's portrait at his podium.

"Boo-hoo-hoo! As much as I love watching men weep like damsels in distress, it's punishment time! Don't look at me like I'm singling out pompadour Jr. here. This punishment is meant for all humanity! Despair is your birthright!" Monokuma said making my head start to hurt.

What the hell?

"And what does that mean?" Sakura asked. "Huh? What's it mean? It's gibberish, okay?! It was the first damn thing that came to mind! What?! You think I'm going for a Pulitzer?!" Monokuma asked angrily. "Hmph. I am going to survive this! That's all the rest of you need to know." Byakuya said with his eyes closed. "You're a hoot, Richie Rich. I like the cut of your jib!" Monokuma commented. "Just so were crystal clear on this, Monokuma. The moment I'm declared the winner, I'm going to find a way to end you, little demon! And I swear on my good name!" Byakuya declared. Monokuma began cackling in response. "Warning! Badass alert! Look at you with your sweeping proclamations! Aw, the big part thinks he's people! That's so cute!" Monokuma said continuing to laugh. "Who are you calling a big part?" Byakuya growled.

"Now then, it's time for you-know-what!" Monokuma said spinning on his foot. "No! Not yet!" Ishimaru shouted. "I've prepped a little special sumn'sumn' for our Super High School Level Biker! Spoiler! I think he's gonna dig it! What'd ya' say, Owada? Give me five, bro-sef! Get read for Hell On Wheels!" Monokuma announced. "Don't do this! Take me instead!" Ishimaru shouted, but it fell on deaf ears. "Well! Let's send him off with a bang. Punishment~ Time!" Monokuma said spinning on his tippie-toes. "I'm begging you not to kill my friend!" Ishimaru said leaning against Monokuma's throne.

"I hope you'll forgive me, big bro. I promised you man-to-man but I let you down." Mondo said clenching his fist. Ishimarus screamed once more before Monokuma pulled out his mallet.

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"Try not to mourn your lost pal too deeply, Ishimaru. I'm sure his soul's gone on to a 'butter' place." Monokuma teased as Ishimaru wept.

This is going too far. People's lives... their emotions... their feelings... all just mean nothing to him. Damnit...

I'm tired of this shit.

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I was in my dorm room, sitting on my bed in just my boxers and black shirt.

I was resting my arms on my knees as I hung my head. I picked up my handbook and looked at the deceased students so far and clicked my tongue.

I was about to put it down but suddenly the screen went black. I raised an eyebrow before the screen turned back on and a red timer popped up, counting down.

"What?" I asked in exasperation. I stared at it for a little longer before setting the handbook down. "Could care less..." I said lying down and pulling the blanket over my body.

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