He made it. He escaped the endless torture. He could finally live a normal life after years of being a rat in a laboratory.
But freedom is only an illusion, especially when your saviour might be trying to send you back.
~~Pregame Warning~~
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He burst into an empty classroom, throwing his plastic bag onto the ground and snatching a whiteboard marker from the teacher's unoccupied desk. Ouma didn't know how long he had before the lockdown ended, but it would most likely end with the students being sent home after a police interrogation again.
The boy grabbed a black, red and green marker before scribbling on the whiteboard, wiping away the English work already there. He needed to figure out if each murder had any connections. There had to be something. Writing down everything he could think of, Ouma felt tears streak his cheeks as he realised one connection between both Harukawa and Akamatsu.
Him.
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The door creaked as it slid open, allowing Amami to step inside and approach the small, crying boy. "What are you doing?" He asked, emerald eyes sliding to the whiteboard and taking in the sight.
"Try-" Ouma cut himself off with a sniff as he tried not to cry. "Trying to figure out why they died."
"What does red and green mean?" Amami stood by the boy's side.
"Red was Harukawa's favourite colour and green was the only other colour here so I used it for Akamatsu. I don't know how to spell their names..." He felt like it would be offensive if he tried to write their names and failed, they didn't deserve to be remembered incorrectly. Ouma frowned at the board and whimpered. "All my friends are dying..."
"Maybe not. You're missing one more connection." Amami gently took the black marker from Ouma's hand and began writing beneath his notes.
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Ouma frowned. "Then why aren't you dead?"
"Maybe someone doesn't know that I know," Amami shrugged. "Or, they need a better opportunity to kill me? I'll be careful, don't worry. No one will get one over on me, little dude." He ruffled the boy's hair but Ouma couldn't smile. "Does anyone else know?"
The boy hummed. "Just..." He froze, eyes wide in terror. "Shuichi! No, no no no no! He skipped school, he's at home! What if he's alone?!" Ouma scrubbed the whiteboard clean with his sleeve before grabbing his plastic bag and trying to run home, but Amami grabbed the back of his collar.
