❀ The Disease Called Love [Oumasai/Saiouma] ❀

No Breath Can Be Taken

✧ Chapter 41 ✧
[ No Breath Can Be Taken ]
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[ Shuichi's PoV ]

A blur.

That's all it ever was..

As Kokichi and I were dragged away.. everything seemed to pass by in a flash of light. My thoughts. My feelings. My memories. Was this what it was like to die? To see your life flashing before your eyes as you stare at the dark blue sky?

The journey to the Hospital was a long one, but Kokichi never lost his grip on my hand. We were forced into a small truck, with tinted black windows and a small space to fit two people at the back. Monokuma sat in front beside an unknown driver, seemingly excited about the prospect of driving to our demise.

While we were dragged away by the Beast, Monokuma, had tied Kokichi and my hands together. When I questioned the bear about it... he stated that it was for a purpose.

"I don't like the sound of that purpose," Ouma muttered to me while we were in the truck, "Whatever it is, he's hiding something. He lied. And I hate liars."

During the whole journey, Ouma's personality seemed to have become cold and he looked slightly paler than usual. As if everything he had planned did not go the way he had hoped it would. He kept scratching his arm, running his fingers across the skin as if out of habit.

I could feel his hand trembling with either shock, or the fact that Rantaro's blood was still trapped under his short nails. He was so quiet, I couldn't help but worry about him. But I didn't know what to say, or how to comfort him. I couldn't even comfort myself.. I was so lost in my own thoughts, that I didn't realise that he broke the silence, "Thank you, Shumai.. for.. y'know. Trusting me."

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him, "Shumai? Since when do you call me that?" I chuckled, as Kokichi seemed to relax. Maybe if I don't show how afraid I am.. would that help him?

"I dunno," he sighed, leaning against the backrest, "That's a nickname I just thought about. Why? Don't you like it?" he started to smirk, but I shook my head. "You can call me whatever you want, Ouma."

He sniffled before suddenly giggling. "I'm not crying, if that's what you're wondering.."

Even though he looked happy, that statement sounded half hearted, as if he didn't seem to have the energy anymore. I didn't know how to react to this Ouma. This strange personality of his. It was as if the realisation of Rantaro's betrayal had broke him; turned him into something else.

Ignoring the ache in my heart, I pulled him in for a kiss, realising that I had never felt love in such a long time.

Even Kokichi seemed surprised.. by what? I don't know. Maybe I had held in all the affection I had for him for too long. I didn't fall in love the moment I saw him. But I also didn't fall in love the moment I kissed him a mere hour ago.

I fell in love the moment I started to realise how much he cared. Even though he chose not to show it. We held the kiss for a moment, before slowly pulling away. His face was flushed with red as he ran his hand across his arm.

I glanced at the gesture, noticing that strange scar he had.. but I turned my attention away from it as soon as Ouma spoke up once more.

"Hey Saihara-chan, are you okay?" I heard the other boy ask over the sound of the engine. "You've been quiet about your feelings y'know?"

I paused, realising that he was now staring at me with a look of concern, his face still tinted with a faint blush. "Don't get me wrong," he giggled, "I love your kisses. But you're being clingy and I don't like that."