NO NOT THE SMUTTY LEMONS!

I'm sorry for being gone for so long! School has been really biting my ass, and I couldn't find the time to produce a chapter.

Please make sure to read the A/N at the bottom. It's really important!

Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Y/N's POV

He went missing four years ago.

Fall was here, and the leaves were falling down as I stared up at my own melancholy. During the third year of high school, a boy who I knew all too well disappeared without any warning.

The only clue he left behind was a small piece of paper with the numbers arranged in a specific order: 9, 12, 15, 22, 5, 8, 5, and 18[**]. We tried it on everything like his locker. At first, we were all unsure whether the double digit numbers were supposed to be two separate numbers or not.

Kokichi left behind his phone and all of his belongings. It's like he ceased to exist. Many kids in our class didn't care that he was gone. Everyone knew him as "that guy". He was a nuisance to everyone.

Well, everyone except me.

I stayed by his side like glue. For some reason, I felt like I owed him... like he was my little puppy.

Now that he was gone, I truly felt the consequences of his absence. I was alone. For the past four years, I had isolated myself from the world, afraid that they would crack me until I broke like glass.

[Before the Disappearance]

Y/N's POV

"How did you fail that quiz again?" I asked, amazed that he could score five points out of a hundred.

"Hm?" Kokichi turned towards me, giving me that same carefree smile. "I dunno. It's just my talent, I guess!"

As we walked down the halls together for our next period, I caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled a bit like bitter lemons. The citrus scent on him was a bit strong.

It put me at ease.

"Do you remember when I was picking lemons with my family?" He sudden asked out of the blue.

"Of course!" I huffed, pouting slightly. "You wouldn't stop stuffing the things down people's shirts."

Kokichi only laughed once again, most likely imagining me squirming around because of the citrus fruits. "Nishishi~ That was fun! You actually had boobs for once!"

"Hey!" I shouted, lightly punching him on his shoulder. "Why would you remember that? You should be remembering quadratics instead!" I said, smirking a little.

"Why wouldn't I remember it?" He laughed aloud and quickly patted me on the head like I was a child. "I was having fun with you!"

"If you call my misery fun, that is." I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"AW!" He grinned, using his body to gently nudge me to the side. "You're so cute, Y/N~! Haha!"

"Mmhm." I hummed monotonously, showing my disinterest.

Before I realized it, we reached my classroom. However, before he left me, he said one thing that worried me.

"If you can do it, please, somehow, forget me."

Just like that, he left. That was the day he disappeared. He didn't return to his class. The only thing I distinctly remember from that day was the scent of lemons trailing behind as he waved me off for the last time.

***

Y/N's POV

Today was Saturday, so I didn't have to attend college. I already had finished my homework, and my work shift didn't start until tomorrow.

The town that I lived in was almost vintage. We kept the cobblestone streets for their appearance, and buildings were built closely together. Around this time of year, people could find a lot of food stalls on the sides of the street.

That was my favorite thing about this place. Not to brag, but the food is absolutely amazing, too.

There were many scents that lingered in the air, but my favorite one was the slight smell of lemons that brought back so much nostalgia.

"Oh, hello, Miss Y/N!" One of the women running the flower cart smiled. "What are you up to today?"

I smiled in return. This girl was too sweet for her own good. "Oh, come on, Kaede. You can just call me Y/N."

She smiled sweetly, slightly embarrassed. "I'm still not used to being too casually, I'm afraid." Letting out a short laugh, she continued to speak her thoughts. "So have you found him yet?"

Without her even mentioning a name, I already knew who she was talking about. "No... I've pinpointed areas where witnesses may have seen him, but so far, it all just led to dead ends."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear." Kaede said, a sad expression now adorning her pale face.

"P-Please don't pity me!" I said frantically, trying to lift the mood. "I'm fine, okay? He'll have to turn up sooner or later."

"Dead or alive." A voice muttered out. Maki stood behind Kaede, her arms crossed and her eyebrows knit together. "Sorry to say, but keep your sob stories to yourself. I can't have one of the employees crying their heart out while I'm selling bouquets."

"Wow, Maki. Nice as always, I see?" I rolled my eyes, irritated.

She returned the gesture. Her arm now rested on her hip as she called Kaede in.

"I'll see you later, Y/N!" Kaede waved, a little bit sad that she was being dragged away.

***

It has been seven months since I last spoke to Kaede. I stopped tracking down Kokichi.

It was useless. In that time span, I had traveled to at least ten places around the world after hearing various witness reports of the boy.

The only thing I could identify him by now was the fleeting sound of his mischievous laughter and his purple eyes and hair. Painful memories of us resurfaced. I still remember how he held me when my mom was in the hospital for a stroke.

Even through those sorrowful moments, he still stayed by my side and shared the burden.

"Y/N! A little help?"

Before I could sink too deep in thought, my boyfriend called out for me. I turned around, forging a smile on my face. "Right, right! Sorry, Amami."

He could only smile softly as he came over and ruffled my hair. "You're still hung up about that guy?"

Feeling guilty, I vigorously shook my head. "O-Of course not! You know I like you, Rantaro!" I blurted.

His soft smile turned into a self-deprecating one once he heard my answer. "You don't have to lie to me, Y/N. I know you're still sad about it."

"N-No... Rantaro, it's not like that." I said frantically. "I'm just... I'm just tired of all of this work. All this running a bakery must be getting to me."

Staring at me for a while, he subconsciously bit his bottom lip. "Okay, if you say so. You should take the day off today, then. I'll work at the bakery by myself."

Once again, I shook my head, showing my disapproval. "I can handle it... Don't worry about me, okay?"

Hesitantly, Rantaro nodded. "Fine, but if you feel a bit faint, you're going home."

Smiling, I thanked him, and we both headed to the bakery together, hand-in-hand.

The cobblestone streets lead us to our small business. I opened the bakery five months ago, and I remember Rantaro approached me looking for a job. One thing lead to another, and now we're dating.

Not the most romantic first encounter, but it's a memory I treasure. I didn't have the nerves to tell him that Kokichi still occupied my heart. However, a part of me told me that he knows, and that thought has been haunting me for months.

Once we reached the small building, he opened the door with the keys and held it for me. "After you."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Whatever, Amami."

The smell in the shop remained the same: the scent of bitter lemons. Although Rantaro didn't know the meaning behind the scented candles that I religiously used, I did. Keeping this from him was wrong, but what was I supposed to tell him?

'Hey, just wanted you to know I use this candle because it smells like the man who I love who's not you!'

Just thinking about that made me smile which resulted with me getting a strange look from the avocado-head. Luckily, he brushed it off and continued preparations.

Getting out the lemon-scented candle, I planted it on top of the glass display.

Memories of Kokichi and I flooded back, giving me a wave of nostalgia to start my day. I looked at my reflection in the wide windows and smiled. "Let's make it another good day!"

Rantaro rested his chin on top of my head from behind and snaked his arms around my waist. "Mmhm~"

He soon released me with reluctance, and then he flipped the sign on the door so that it read "open".

As soon as he left that area and back into the kitchen, customers started to pour in. I was one of the lucky few who had gotten a chance to get featured in the town's newspapers for my culinary skills.

"Hello, may I please get some lemon bread?" A woman asked, holding her child's hand.

"Of course. How many loaves?" I smiled kindly.

"Two please."

"Alright..." I entered in the order into the cash register. "That'll be $8.59."

The rest of the day went well. Sales were even higher than yesterday, and I couldn't be happier. The sun was finally starting to set, signaling that today's work was finally over. Throughout the entire day, the scent of the lemon candles invaded my thoughts.

Kokichi always popped up in my mind, and everywhere I looked, I always hallucinated seeing him. I almost ended up bawling in front of a gentleman in his sixties because of the hallucinations.

Rantaro had pulled me back before I could cause serious harm to the business, though. I was thankful.

I grabbed the broom nearby and started to sweep the floor. Just as I was trying to reach under the table, my vision started to blur. My fingers suddenly felt ice cold, and my head was a jumbled mess. I couldn't register what was going on.

Before my vision faded out, I saw a purple blob appear in front of me despite the sign saying that the store was closed. Brushing it off as another hallucination of Kokichi, my eyes slowly started to droop.

"I'm sorry, sir, but this store is... closed..." I hoarsely whispered out.

At that moment, I felt my body go limp and my world turn black.

Kokichi's POV

I walked into the town I was so familiar with. It's been years since I've been here. I wonder how things have changed.

To my dismay, there was not a single face in the crowd I recognized. Looking across the sea of people, I tried to locate Y/N.

I felt selfish. After leaving her for God knows how many years, I return without a warning, wanting her attention. I remember the day I left Y/N after walking to her next class. I never told her that I was not going to my next period, but I somehow still felt like I lied to her.

Suddenly, as I was walking, I smelled a sweet scent. My stomach rumbled, making my face flush red slightly. Pursing my lips, I followed the smell. When I reached its origins, I saw a mob of people, crowded around this small, little bakery shop.

Deciding that it was too many people for me to wait behind, I headed off to explore. I'd return to the shop once all of the other customers disappeared.

Around the small town, I saw many people selling fruits and vegetables. Suddenly, I saw a woman holding a crate of lemons, trying to carry it somewhere. However, she was elderly, and her back could've given out any second.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I intervened, flashing a quick grin to show my friendliness.

She turned towards me, a sweet smile on her face. "Why, hello there." She greeted in return. "I'd love to make small talk, but I must deliver these lemons to the bakery over there." She slightly thrusted her head in the direction of the bakery that I had just passed.

The crowd looked like it had increased.

"It must be a pretty popular store then." I mumbled.

"Why, yes." The woman said. "They're known for their famous lemon-themed pastries. People around here always seem to gobble it up." She chuckled a bit before coughing.

Quickly, I offered to take the crate from her hand.

"Thank you, dear." Her fingers intertwined with each other, and her pale face seemed relieved. "I wasn't sure if I could carry that anymore."

We both walked towards the bakery, starting up a small chat. "So who runs the shop there?" I asked with curiosity in my voice.

"If I can recall correctly, I think it was a young lady and her boyfriend. They run the bakery together."

"Oh, must be a fun job then." I smiled, thinking back to Y/N. She always loved baking when we were younger.

"It really is." The lady sighed. "The young lady opened up the shop in memory of a friend that she had in the past. That's why the theme of the store are lemons."

"Hm..." I hummed. "That seems kinda coincidental."

Before long, we reached the back of the bakery, and the woman took the crate from me. She bowed, and soon we separated.

Throughout the entire day, I kept thinking about the "young lady" that woman was talking about. Morbid curiosity overwhelmed me.

'It couldn't be Y/N, could it? If it is... then that means she has a boyfriend.'

Letting out a sigh, I headed over to a café. It was almost full, but it wasn't nearly as full as the bakery shop. I sat down at one of the tables outside. The entire time, I sipped my Panta and stared at the bakery.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting, and the people that were once surrounding that small little shop were all gone. Sprinting out of my seat, I left a tip on the table and headed over to the bakery.

The sign on the door was flipped over to closed, and through the glass, I could see a girl, sweeping the floors. My heart fell when I realized that it wasn't Y/N. Her hair was much longer, and she was taller by at least an inch or two.

Despite the sign, I opened the door.

Before I could even ask her about Y/N, she started to sway back and forth.

"I'm sorry, sir, but this store is... closed..."

As she fell, my instincts came over, and I quickly caught her. As soon as my skin touched hers, I realized that it was Y/N. I could still feel the same heat radiating from her hand as I checked her pulse. As I was holding her, my heartbeat increased tenfold, and I couldn't help but stare down at her.

I heard footsteps running on the tile, and soon, a male with green hair came out. His face was knit with worry as he stared down at the girl.

"What happened?" He asked, quickly taking her from me.

"I-I don't know." I said, shrugging. "She just kinda fainted, and I just kinda caught her."

He stared at me like I had two heads. "She must've been exhausted from the hallucinations of that friend who left her a few years ago."

My heart felt like it stopped. "Really?" I acted innocently. "I know I'm just a mere stranger, but can you tell me about it?"

The man in front of me sighed, staring down at Y/N's pale face. His hand caressed her cheek, and I felt something painful snap inside of me.

"I think it was a few years back." He started. "Y/N said that she had a very close friend. I was never told his name, but she always described him as being a mischievous little brat with a mop of purple hair on his head."

I subconsciously pouted. "Oh really?" I asked, sounding a bit shocked. "He must've been a real fun person then."

He stared at me for a while, seeming curious as to why I added my own commentary. "Anyways, she identified him by the smell of lemons. Despite loving grapes, the boy's family owned a lemon business where they grew lemons and sold them on the weekend.

"Y/N always loved the smell, so she decided to open up this bakery. She told me it's been her dream since she was little. Almost all of the pastries on the menu include something lemony on it."

"A lemon farm, huh?" I asked, feeling nostalgia flood back.

"Well, after the boy disappeared, Y/N couldn't stop crying. She hated that he left her. She convinced herself that she hated him."

'Ouch.'

"No matter what she said, she always mumbled about him when she thought I didn't notice. She's so hung up on him that she can't even work properly. All day, she was thinking about him and hallucinated seeing him." He finished, finally stroking Y/N's hair.

I could only stare at her face. The story felt like it was squeezing my heart. I tried to be so funny during those high school years to hide my depression. I had lost so much during that time, and up until junior year, I had always thought of Y/N like a little sister.

That all changed when she comforted me after my dog passed away from old age. Everyday, Y/N brought me a bento box since I didn't have time to pack my own. She cared for me.

Of course, I rarely ever touched the food. Starving myself was my punishment. To hide my pain, I casually flirted with Y/N, and she always took it like a joke.

"If you got lost in my eyes, you need to find a new map. Using a used tissue isn't going to help, sweetheart."

Soon, the casual flirting changed, seeming to have a deeper meaning behind it. Y/N never caught on, and I was relieved that she didn't.

However, my growing feelings wouldn't be suppressed. I found myself staring at her a lot more often. The sister image of her in my mind started to fade. With these feelings came great waves of pain.

I couldn't have her. She deserved better.

As the days wore on, I couldn't help myself but touch her whenever I could. I purposely brushed my hand against hers whenever I got the chance, and I found myself hugging her more often. One time, I even pinned her against a locker and said that there was a piece of lint in her hair.

Of course, there was a hidden motive in it, but I just couldn't tell her. I was afraid of rejection.

Because I couldn't have her, and my feelings never stopped growing, I disappeared. If I saw her again, I wouldn't be able to control myself. She had me wrapped around her finger, and she didn't even know it.

Falling in love with my best friend was something I didn't want to do. It would only hurt both of us.

Finally snapping back to reality, I saw the man starting to carry Y/N. I intervened.

"If it isn't too much trouble, may I carry her into the back room?" I asked.

He looked at me weirdly. "I don't even know you, and you're trying to carry my girlfriend to the back?"

"Girlfriend, huh?" I said, my voice soaked with bitterness. My eyes glanced towards his name tag.

'Rantaro Amami...'

Amami sighed for the millionth time before muttering out. "Yeah, but I was planning on breaking up with her today."

My eyes widened. Of course, happiness overwhelmed me, but in an instant, it disappeared. She would be devastated. The image of her crying face haunted me. It's the same face I imagined when I thought about disappearing.

After all these years, I was still madly in love with her.

"Why?" I asked at last.

"I can't compete." Rantaro said. "I can't compete with that guy who she's thinking about. Her thoughts are filled with his image. I only fill at most five percent of her heart. The rest goes to him."

Suddenly, I felt my heart swell. My entire body temperature rose, and I felt my face burn up. I bit my lip, staring at the girl.

"But you can't just leave her." I reasoned, despite my heart saying otherwise. "She'll be heartbroken."

He suddenly glared at me, and I glared back. "You know what? Carry her into the back room. I'm done with taking care of Y/N. She can take care of herself and her illusions."

He roughly shoved her towards me, and I caught her. As he was leaving the shop, I yelled at him.

"What is your problem? Y/N clearly has some form of PTSD about someone leaving her, and you actually have the pride to abandon her?!" My grip on the back of Y/N's shirt tightened as my anger flashed over my eyes.

"And who are you to judge me?" Rantaro asked, narrowing his eyes. "You're that guy that she mentions right? Well you can take my leftovers. She's a mess anyways, and she's not mine to clean. Call me when she's normal."

The shop door closed with a bang, and I was left alone with the girl I fell in love with in my arms. Slowly, I carried Y/N into the backroom.

There was a small bed and other pieces of furniture. I set her down and pulled a chair over. I exhaled, not noticing that I was holding my breath the entire time.

Quietly, I held her hand. It was warm. I smiled at the sight, a fuzzy feeling blooming within me.

I held her hand close to my face, silently praying that she would wake up soon. My heartbeat accelerated, and I slowly let go of her land. Leaning towards her face, I found myself staring intensely at every feature.

Temptation crossed onto my path, and I just couldn't resist it anymore. After debating whether I would be willing to risk our already-broken relationship, I grabbed both of her wrists for balance and leaned forward. Soon, I felt her lips on mine, and an incomprehensible emotion filled me.

I found myself subconsciously mumbling her name. The kiss was sweet, and I could taste a trace of citrus on her lips.

As soon as I heard her moan, I pulled away as quickly as I could, my face so red that it could put a rose to shame. I backed up all the way to the wall, a feeling of guilt rushing over me. I had just kissed her on an impulse.

What's worse?

I didn't have her consent.

While I was plotting my next disappearance, her eyes slowly opened. Her face was flushed, and her lips were slightly parted. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes were disheveled.

For some reason, this turned me on.

Y/N's POV

My eyes were half-lidded has as I looked around the back room.

'Why was I here?'

I found myself touching my lips.

'Why were they so moist? I hadn't put any chapstick on all day...'

As my vision cleared, my eyes focused on someone in the room. Upon instinct, I grabbed a blanket and covered myself, feeling self-conscious.

When I saw their face, I froze. My eyes widened as tears filled my eyes.

"Please tell me..." I mumbled quietly, removing the blanket from my body. "That you're not just another hallucination..."

I got out of the bed, making my way towards the figure. Although I had just recovered from passing out, I found the strength to limp over to him.

As soon as I stood only inches away from him, I looked up into his eyes. They were the same ones I remembered five years ago. "Kokichi... is that you..?" I said weakly, trying to find solace in the mystery person.

"Y/N..."

As soon as my name left his mouth, I wrapped my arms around him, scared that he'd disappear if I let go. Warm tears rolled down my cheeks, and I felt his arms rest on my waist, too.

He buried his nose in my hair, and I felt him inhaling my scent. I did the same, taking in the smell of his cologne that had that same faint trace of lemon.

After about five minutes, I pulled away, and we stared into each other's eyes. I bit my lip, memories of him leaving me coming back.

I curled my hands into fists and lightly punched his chest as he stared at me sadly. "Why did you leave me?" I cried. "I-I was so lonely, you big idiot!"

"I'm sorry..."

"You never told me that you'd leave!"

"I'm sorry...

"I COULDN'T LIVE A NORMAL LIFE WITHOUT YOU!"

"I'm sorry!" He pulled me close again to avoid seeing my face. I knew how much he hated it when I cried.

Once again, we pulled away. I walked over to the bed and sat down, and he followed. Sighing out, I asked him the question I've been wanting to ask him for so long.

"Why did you leave?"

He glanced at me sadly, but there was a hidden kindness in his eyes. "I left because I was in pain."

"What?" I raised my eyebrows and took his hands in mine. "Then you should've told me! I could've helped you through it."

He shook his head, his purple hair falling over his face. "No, you don't understand, Y/N." He squeezed my hands tightly as he stared into my eyes. "I was in pain because I love you."

"What?" I whispered, staring at him. "You're lying again, Kokichi." I accused.

"What if I prove that I'm not?" He asked softly, taking both of my wrists and pushing me down on the bed.

"Kokichi, what are you--"

"Shh..." He shushed soothingly, his eyes coated over with warmth. "Just let me take care of you..."

Before I could process what was going on, I felt soft lips collide with mine. I felt urgency in his kiss, and one of his hands let go of my wrist to caress my face. Before he could continue further, I stopped him.

"Wait... What about Rantaro..?" I asked, feeling guilty about betraying the boy.

Ouma bit his lips, trying to find the right words to say while slightly pulling away. "I'm sorry, but he broke up with you."

I nodded. He was bound to leave after all, and for some reason, the pain wasn't as strong as I thought it'd be.

"I understand if you think this is too sudden--"

"No..." I interrupted, mustering up the sweetest smile I could. "I have you, right? If so, then kiss me, Kokichi."

He returned my smile, climbing back on top of me. "Of course. I'll always be by your side from here on out. I promise."

With that, he resumed the kiss, his hunger apparent as soon as our lips crashed together once again. The kiss was even more intense than before, and I couldn't help myself but to return the eagerness.

I used my free hand to hold onto his soft hair. The touch of it reminded me of the times I used to ruffle it up.

Without realizing it, I let out a small moan. "K-Kokichi... Mmm..."

As soon as that slipped out of my mouth, I could feel the heat between the two of us rising.

"Y/N... you're not being fair... saying my name like that..." He deepened the kiss, and his mouth left my lips and explored my neck. My hand reached out and grabbed his shirt, tugging it ever-so slightly.

He seemed to catch on, and he pulled it off. My eyes glazed over his slightly toned chest, and I could feel my face heating up even more if that was possible. Slowly, he threw off my apron and teasingly pulled up the bottom of my dress over my belly button.

His fingers danced over my thigh, and I felt a cold chill slide down my spine. I let out a soft squeak once he touched my inner thigh, and his hand only moved up from there.

I stared up at Ouma, panting heavily. Both of my hands were now tangled in his hair, and he hesitantly pulled away after lustfully caressing my skin.

"A-Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, pulling away slightly. "I don't want to hurt you..."

Without warning, I flipped him over so that I was above him. "Please... don't leave me waiting on you again..."

A hesitant smirk crossed his face as he once again took control, flipping me over in the process. As he grabbed my covered breasts in his large hands, he whispered in my ear, making me, feel hot in various areas.

"I love you, Y/N."

His fingers moved to lay on top of my lace underwear, and he started to pull at them teasingly.

"Say it." He said with a sexy grin on his face. "Or else you won't get what you want~"

Sucking in my pride, I whispered out weakly, completely under his control. "I love you, too, Kokichi. P-Please--"

"Say no more." He said softly with a mischievous smile.

With that, my night of indescribable pleasure began as our moans of each other's names filled the air. This was a night that I would treasure forever, and I will never forget this special moment that the two of us shared together.

And I will specially never forget the scent of bitter lemons that lingered in the atmosphere when we first made love to each other...

[**]= I love her

I'm very sorry that this took so long. I underestimated the workload that my school gave me, and now I'm just drowning in homework.

Linking to that are two more pieces of bad news:

1) I'm losing inspiration for Danganronpa/falling out of the fandom.

2) I won't be able to finish your requests.

I'm dearly sorry for those who have waited for their requests to be done. I'm just near my breaking point, and requests are the last things I want to worry about. I will only be able to write a few more chapters (at most 3 including this one) within the remainder of 2018.

Once again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience! Once this book is completed, I'll make a poll chapter to choose the next fandom :)

Remember, I love you guys so much! Please be patient with me when I don't update, too. Anyways, see you guys in the next update!

-TJ-