Despair-ful Detective| Saioma Story| By WritingLikeVee

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POV: Shuichi

Italics mean it's Shuichi thinking , bold italics means it's his brain thinking.

—V—

I opened my eyes only to find I was sitting in the middle of the hallway in my uncles house. My buttoned-up white shirt was stained with bright pink blood, and my horrified mind could only guess whose it was. I carefully got up, trying my best not to slip on the puddle of pink that had accumulated under me, and stumbled my way to the front door. The lights were off, and when I flicked the switch I saw two dead bodies. One had its head chopped off, and the other had a bullet lodged in its back.

I stepped backwards in horror and my back hit the wall. My vision flashed pink for a moment, but then disappeared. I darted my line of sight around the room in a frantic shake before attempting to raise my hand up to cover my eyes, but in my hand was a knife.

I felt my breathing quicken, and my vision focused on the item in my possession. Then a hand was placed on my shoulder, and it belonged to a shadowy figure whose form I could only make out with the dim light behind it and the swirling red eyes that glowed at me.

"Do you see all that over there?" A voice that I recognized easily growled at me, "All that was you! It was your fault! Do you see them dead, Shuichi? Your Aunt? Your Uncle? Don't they deserve to be avenged? Don't you deserve to be punished for letting this happen?" I couldn't help but tremble and whimper a bit as I felt it tighten its grip on my arm. I don't know how, but I felt it smile at my terror. It moved itself to be pinning me against the wall, forcing me to focus on it, "You should perish just as brutally as them!"

My vision began to swirl around and around in a dizzying motion as my vision flashed pink again. The shadow figure laughed at my misery as the corpses in the background sat up and stared at me with lifeless eyes, I couldn't help but cry.

—V—

My eyes shot open as I sat up in the bed in my current room. I couldn't stop staring at my hand that had wielded the sharp object as my breathing slowly turned back into a normal pace.

...Did you really have to be that dramatic tonight? I would like to get some actual sleep for once.

What can I say? I was bored. And also it's fun to terrorize you!

Yeah, but now I'm exhausted and you're tired too. Happy now?

Not gonna lie, you've got a point. I'm beat.

Are you going to leave me alone know?

Hell nah. I'm here for absolute misery >:D

...You seriously use letters to make faces?!? I didn't even know that was possible here-

Anything is possible if it's to confuse you >:3

... I was confused as soon as you showed up... anyway can you please leave me alone now?

Heheeh never bish >:p

I shook my head in attempt to clear it, but obviously to no avail. Probably should get up and start the day, I thought as I pulled the covers away and stood up to stretch a bit.

I heard a knock on the door before it opened and Kokichi let himself in. "Morning Saihara-Chan!" He yawned, balancing the tray on his hip before entering. I noticed on of his pockets was barely keeping a bottle of some kind of soda(?) from just falling out and onto the floor.

He handed the tray to me before jumping onto the bed. "Good morning, Oma-Kun, how are you-" I started as I sat down next to him but he cut me off with a finger to my lips. "Don't talk to me until I've had something carbonated," he said blandly as he opened the lid with a sound that was a mix between a pop and a click and within a blink of an eye downed about half the purple liquid.