Karma's Cruelty

They have just finished the third trial, yet, it still felt unreal to him. He looked up to the Shrine of Judgement, looking at the shadow of the image that hounds his mind like raging wolf. “It’s all my fault,” he muttered slowly. He held his tears for as much as he is able. He did not wish to let his weakness shown. The vividness of the image still felt real. He let out a sigh, wishing for the image to disappear is short of impossible. “It’s my fault,” he muttered again. His black cape hides his face from the back view. He wished that it was him instead of her of all people. She has been kind, even to him. It comes back to before the second trial, where he wished to talk with Shuichi and Korekiyo regarding the case. His words were unsaid, until the end of the trial he could only watch despite knowing the answer. He kept silent because it felt like his whole presence is the whole reason the second trial was held. But Himiko rejected his notion of view. She disagreed that he was the reason the trial was even in the first place. She even offered him comfort, when he was in rejection with himself. She kept being kind to him, even when he was sick. He shook his head, wishing that never happened. Monokuma was cruel, letting him get the Reverse disease. His Ultimate Karma, his power, is the very reason she died. After all, he is the karma activator. People around him suffer just by him exist. “It’s unwise to be out late”, the sound of the ultimate violinist, Shuichi Saihara, snapped him out of his trance. The violinist had been a key player in their class trial. He managed to uncover much of the truth, even dejected the notion of his karma turning him into the blackened. Said violinist also chuckled, seemingly cutting a word he was about to say. “Don’t mind me,” was all he could muster. He can hear the violinist stepping away, though not before giving him a recommendation. “Korekiyo is always open to talk with. He is the ultimate therapist. I’m sure he might be able to help with your problem, Kokichi.” Then only footsteps until Shuichi was not there anymore, as his steps disappeared. He kept that recommendation in mind, but that very therapist gives some uncomfortable aura, presumably from one of his eyes being lost. Though with all this pain, perhaps it would be a good idea to seek Korekiyo’s help. He looked again at the scene of the crime. Himiko’s body. Blood. Blood. Blood. He shook his head violently, trying to snap it all away. Angie’s word rang like a sore chord. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.” Her lust for blood shows the unfathomable bloodlust, the effect of the disease on her. She had killed Himiko without a second thought, even to make the process as painful as possible for Himiko. Using every weapon in the academy just to make the point across, for the work of blood art. Kokichi shut his eyes, hearing a faint scream that was never there. It felt like he watched Himiko died, even with his eyes shut. The voices echo through his mind, sending shivers, and made his feet quake. He wished that she was never afflicted by his Karma. He wished she never had to die this cruel. “Whoever running this all, is one sick bastard,” that much Kokichi muttered under his breath. He looked up again to the crime scene, wishing he was there instead of Himiko. "Ah, there you are. Shuichi told me that you're here. I was concerned when I heard of it that I came here. He looked at the new arrival. The therapist himself decided to lend his aid. “If you wish to talk, then I am all ears. I won't force you, though. After all, therapy is best done when the patient gives their consent.” Kokichi sighed. He couldn’t undo Himiko’s death, but he can at least made said death to strengthen his resolve. To not give up on ending this game. “Well, can we talk elsewhere?" “Certainly.”

“It’s all my fault,” he muttered slowly. He held his tears for as much as he is able. He did not wish to let his weakness shown. The vividness of the image still felt real. He let out a sigh, wishing for the image to disappear is short of impossible. It comes back to before the second trial, where he wished to talk with Shuichi and Korekiyo regarding the case. His words were unsaid, until the end of the trial he could only watch despite knowing the answer. He kept silent because it felt like his whole presence is the whole reason the second trial was held. But Himiko rejected his notion of view. She disagreed that he was the reason the trial was even in the first place. She even offered him comfort, when he was in rejection with himself. She kept being kind to him, even when he was sick. He shook his head, wishing that never happened. Monokuma was cruel, letting him get the Reverse disease. His Ultimate Karma, his power, is the very reason she died. After all, he is the karma activator. People around him suffer just by him existing. [[A word struck his ears->Approach]] [[And deep his regrets be->Memorize]]

Through the phantom pain that kept trying to devour him, his words mute. He could not even said anything, till he almost suffocated from it. [[And finally, a word escaped him->Mutter]]

“It’s unwise to be out late”, the sound of the ultimate violinist, Shuichi Saihara, snapped him out of his trance. The violinist had been a key player in their class trial. He managed to uncover much of the truth, even dejected the notion of his karma turning him into the blackened. Said violinist also chuckled, seemingly cutting a word he was about to say. [[He shot back->Disregard]] [[He was silent->Suggest]]

The notion of regret swallow him whole. Reality acts as if he was a sin to exist. Even the small glimmer of hope, of love, he could have, must be taken away. It must be took with zero consent, with a way to inflict depths of despair. He screamed to the skies. [[And a familiar voice snapped him->Approach]]

“Don’t mind me,” was all he could muster. [[He can hear the violinist stepping away, though not before giving him a recommendation.->Suggest]]

“Korekiyo is always open to talk with. He is the ultimate therapist, after all. I’m sure he might be able to help with your problem, Kokichi.” Then only footsteps until Shuichi was not there anymore, as his steps disappeared. He kept that recommendation in mind, but that very therapist gives some uncomfortable aura, presumably from one of his eyes being lost. Though with all this pain, perhaps it would be a good idea to seek Korekiyo’s help. [[He contemplated on his choices.->Contemplate]] [[He left per Saihara's suggestions.->Leave]]

He looked again at the scene of the crime. Himiko’s body. Blood. Blood. Blood. He shook his head violently, trying to snap it all away. Angie’s word rang like a sore chord. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.” Her lust for blood shows the unfathomable bloodlust, the effect of the disease on her. She had killed Himiko without a second thought, even to make the process as painful as possible for Himiko. Using every weapon in the academy just to make the point across, for the work of blood art. Kokichi shut his eyes, hearing a faint scream that was never there. It felt like he watched Himiko died, even with his eyes shut. The voices echo through his mind, sending shivers, and made his feet quake. He wished that she was never afflicted by his Karma. He wished she never had to die this cruel. “Whoever running this all, is one sick bastard,” that much Kokichi muttered under his breath. He looked up again to the crime scene, wishing he was there instead of Himiko. He rather be the one wounded up dead, than her. [[And a voice called to him.->Leave]] [[And he took a hidden knife.->Attempted Suicide]]

"Ah, there you are. I was concerned when I heard from Saihara that you were at the Shrine, that I decided to come here." He looked at the new arrival. The therapist himself decided to lend his aid. “If you wish to talk, then I am all ears. I won't force you, though. After all, therapy is best done when the patient gives their consent.” Kokichi sighed. He couldn’t undo Himiko’s death, but he can at least made said death to strengthen his resolve. To not give up on ending this game. “Well, can we talk elsewhere?" “Certainly.” [[END OF STORY. START ANEW?->Start]]

He tried to stab himself with a knife he took secretly. Though, his will faded for a moment, and at that point, a hand caught his. The gaze of a one-eyed man, a man whom lost his eye to cure his sister, looked at him with sincere sympathy. [[He remained silent.->SilentToKorekiyo]] [[He gazed back, enraged.->Enrage]]

"We need to talk." That was all the one-eyed man could muster, hands firmly gripped the knife. The boy sighed, knowing it would be useless to try fighting. [[END OF STORY. START ANEW?->Start]]

"Why do you disrupt me!?" He yelled. "I entrust you value life more and understood better, Ouma," he responded, dark. "I never had a reason to value mine! I'm a murderer! I only bring forth pain!" The yelling was loud, and surely, would attract attention in this godforsaken place. A shrine that had been forsaken. (t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")+(t8n-time:3s)[[The one-eyed man sighed.->SilentToKorekiyo]]