Broken Lie

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V3 SPOILERS ARE IN THIS FANFIC! DON'T SCROLL DOWN IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE GAME!

The supreme leader let out a big, nice sigh. "Nothing better than a cup of Mom's tea in the early morning, nishishi!~" Miu groaned in response. "Are you autistic or what? It's fucking 10am. You shoulda came here a whole lot earlier, fuckass!"

If you didn't guess, two platonic enemies sat beside each other, eating breakfast that they successfully missed. Nobody knows what's on Iruma's mind, but Kokichi certainly didn't just oversleep. He just took a longer time preparing, that's all. Because if he wouldn't, that one passing person would know his secret. And getting the lie he kept on himself for 15 years because of one certain assasin would really be sad. Well, maybe not for Ouma.

A hit in a shoulder. "Ay, gremlin! Don't just space out, this makes the girl genius uncomfortable!" Annoying. "Well, it's not like you talked to me! Even if you did, your voice makes me want to puke!" Iruma looked like if mushrooms are going to grow on her head any minute. "But... I did talk to you..." Then she came to her usual self, like if nothing happened. "Well, little cunt, Imma going to ask again! What do you think about love? Just give me normal answers!"

That question startled the supreme leader. Why would she be interested in it... Might as well troll her. Kokichi carefully opened some sort of encyclopedia that he always takes with him. Open it on the random page, and it says just what you need to hear.

So, he opened the book and started reading. "Love. Love encompasses a variety of different emotional and mental states, typically strongly and positively experienced, ranging from the most sublime virtue or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection and to the simplest pleasure.' But it isn't really necessary to have if you are a loner, right? Right, Iruma-san?" Kokichi giggled, setting his bright purple eyes on the inventor's face. Ouma thought that she won't really give him attention, since she is an ignorant brat. But, appears that he was kinda wrong.

"Damn, Cockichi, if you're a fucking loser, don't go around talking like every virgin is a tragic victim, while reading some sort of Wikipedia shit! That's bullshit! Just go and fuck someone, for God's sake! Do you want the girl genius to set you up with something?!" Her glare split the leader in two halfs. A thought appeared in his mind, slipping away this instant. No, no. He needs to play it off easy. "Oh yeah? Well, sure, I'd love to know if robots have dicks! Kee-boy, come here, honey!" That should make it.

"Well, I'm gonna be the first who learns it!" Miu, with an offended look, stood up from her chair and with a great bang on the door left the cafeteria. Quietly admiring her forms, Kokichi smirked. Now he can finally think alone, without any loud creatures to bother him. Think about what would happen if he wouldn't be able to defend his secret back then.

It all began when Maki-- "Wow, that cake is so delicious!" Kokichi smiled, licking his lips from the delicious chocolate cream. I guess he doesn't want anyone to know about it. Not even you, my beloved reader. Isn't that despair-inducing? Your husbando doesn't want to tell you secrets.

Done with his and Miu's meal, he washed his plate (leaving Miu's on the table, of course, since he is a true gentleman) and left the cafeteria to go and deal with his own stuff. The first thing on the list is to bother Kiibo, that one robot he likes to tease. In fact, they are very alike, but that doesn't stop Ouma. Nothing does.

Where can Kee-boy be? In his room, in his research lab, in the courtyard? Seriously, there are so many options, he can be anywhere in the school! Asking someone will do. For example...

"Akamatsu-san! Hello-o!" He sprinted to the blonde girl, nearly pumping into her. "Ahh, Ouma-kun! Please be more careful! You can get seriously hurt, and that won't be all that good!" Then, she noticed the eager look in Ouma's eyes. "Huh? Do you need something?" Ouma took a big breath. "Have you seen Kee-boy anywhere?"

Kaede blinked several times, processing what Kokichi just said. "Kiibo... I'm pretty sure he's with Iruma-san right now. What do you need him for, though?" Supreme leader faked a disappointed face, not to give suspicions. "Nothing... Wahhh, Akamatsu-san! I need Kee-boy more than Iruma-san does! Give him to me, pretty please?" The pianist looked on the shota and sighed, a little irritated. "I'm sorry, but I need to meet up with Saihara-kun. Later..." The girl went away.

Click.

After spending at least a day escaping even his name, it failed. Now, the supreme leader is probably blushing like crazy. On full speed, Kokichi dashed to his room and locked himself up. The only thing on his mind was... Shuichi. Saihara-san.

Shuichi... Who is he, really? Just some stupid detective, that is Ouma's reason to live. You know how many people have a really crappy meaning of life? Yeah, Kokichi is one of those creatures. But somehow, he is really okay with seeing a mortal being just like him as a full alive god.

Ouma sat by the door, trying to cover up the bright pink blush on his face with makeup. "Ugh... And what if someone saw me? I am just so hopeless. Why can't I be like the others?"

But it's hard to not be a white crow when your backstory and feelings are just mere lies, created my your pathetic, unneeded existence.

Author's notes:

Hey, this is bad. Wow.