A breath, a flick of one's tongue in annoyance. How many days has it been since their last encounter? It felt like weeks. Years. Eons. "It was only a day wasn't it?" Kokichi mumbles, staring at the ceiling in a mixture of confusion and grief. Goddamnit. Moments like these were the worst, secluded up in his mess of a dorm, left to his mind. To wander. Aimlessly. How many letters were in aimlessly anyways? Standing, the smaller boy yawns. "I have nothing better to do..." He promises himself, his usual smile finding its place among his others features. "I mean, who wants to hang out with that dummy anyways? I'd do him a favor to grace his presence." A lie. At least it would save his sanity.
Footsteps echo much louder when you're alone. As if it was to scare you. Warn you. "You're not safe, get out." His stomach was flipping.
"Kiibo." The name tasted bitter on his tongue, making him almost gag in disgust. What a waste of space, his existence purely being to live a normal life. Kokichi despised that. However, as many times as he promised he wouldn't go, he found himself standing at Kiibo's doorstep. Painfully needy, as always.
He knew as well. He always did, what Kokichi needed. An awkward smile and a gesture into his room signaling that Kiibo understood. Maybe he was dumb to let Kokichi in. Maybe it was out of pity. But maybe... He actually cared.
The knife felt much heavier in his pocket after that thought.
"Kokichi, this isn't good." Kiibo started, his hands delicately taking the others, fingers intertwining in a confusing fumble of digits. "You always come over, when you're scared. It hurts me to see you in pain. Why can't you just let me in, I can help you!" The robot pleaded, Kokichi flinching back in a mixture of emotions he didn't understand. Was it disgust at how pathetic the other looked? Or was it something completely knew, something that the shorter didn't know how to comprehend?
It took three sharp stabs to the chest to immobilize the other, any screams muffled by the others handkerchief. He twisted the knife deeper, so damn close to just finishing him off. But as well thought out as the plan was, he didn't expect a hand to reach up and caress his face, muffled words spewing out between a disgusting blue liquid.
"I know you had a reason for doing this Kokichi."
He didn't.
"I'm sure that this will make you feel better,"
It won't.
"I love you."
The knife was plunged into Kiibo's head, effectively shutting the robot up for good. He felt dirty, his white clothes stained with what could only be described as blue blood. He felt dirty, the way he kissed the others lips. Needy, lovingly. He wondered if Kiibo had always been this cold.
Nothing could prepare the other for the stream of tears streaming down his face, the soft broken sobs accompanying the faint hum of broken electronics.
