I arrived in Makoto's room. Byakuya and Kyoko told me they have their own business to mind. Wich is weird i guess, since i tought they would love to be the ones to investigate.
I walk myself around, inspecting. I try to check on the golden wooden sword, it was still there.
Untouched?
I lean myself towards it, and squint my eyes. The sword looks like it has been used. Look like scratched as the gold glitters look like it had been flaked away.
I walk to the small wardrobe next to the bed, opened it and found the toolkit box opened.
I examined the tools inside—hammer, plier, screwdriver, wrench, and more. I took one of them and tried to smell the scent. Smells like heavy metal. Like a sharp scent.
I read the box's description. Made with the highest-quality chromium metal. I put the toolkits back in the wardrobe and go to the bathroom. But in my way, I found some brown traces making me feel uneasy in bed.
I touch the bed, and it feels like touching some brittle, rigid, frozen blood on the bed sheet. I lifted the bed sheet and found exactly what it is, like it's intended to rub the blood there.
"That brat! Whoever kills Leon, I'll make sure he'll taste his own medicine?!" Mondo shouted. I ignored him and went to the bathroom.
As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw Leon's body. It is positioned almost similarly to Sayaka's canonical dead body position.
I walk closer and lean lower towards him. My hands roam the corpse, as Kyoko usually does. He looks battered. Like he has been in a great fight. Dozens of flat bruises without lumps.
Especially in the neck, the same type of bruise.
Leon's body is also full of non-swelling cuts. Except the ones in the heart. The cut there is deep and has sharp edges. My hands roam higher to roam his skull, this one has blue lumped bruises. One is a big cut with black, red, sharp edges, a gaping wound, like a long scratch in his chest down to the abdomen.
Did the monokuma file say he was killed by a sharp or non-sharp object?
I sit in front of Leon's body, trying to hold myself from vomiting.
"Abu." I turn my head. And in a shock, I took a few steps evading the person who summoned me.
"Mondo! What's up? Have any business?" I asked.
He just exhaled her breath, reacting to my response.
"I'm just checking. Also, are you erasing evidence?" He questioned.
"Huh? M- me?" I questioned.
"Maybe you are an accomplice of Makoto Naegi. The one who is clearly the real culprit." He continued.
"W- where is he?!?" I asked out loud.
"Let me call him." He steps out of the bathroom.
"Wai,t Mondo! Call Byakuya and Kyoko demanded that they be here." I told him. he nodded, then he just walked away.
After a while, both came with their hands on their abdomen.
"What happened, guys? And where is Sayaka?" I asked as both came to me.
"Sayaka had been locking herself in her room. She looks a bit shocked. Also, for our condition, actually, we both got a stomachache." They replied.
"It must be...!"
"Yes, Abu. They want us to lose the ability to think." They replied.
"Then let's get going. There are things I want to discuss." I approached them.
"W- wait! What's that?!" Kyoko shouted. She quickly went to the body of Leon. Pulls it backwards, revealing something behind his back.
A sentence in the wall.
"Makoto killed me." Behind Leon's back. Made from red blood.
"Guys. Look what we have here." Mondo said. He is gripping Makoto's left hand. A broken finger. And his top clothes ripped off, revealing scratches that maybe Simar Leon had, and bruises. Purple bruises and bloody lines.
"Did you beat him up?" I questioned.
Mondo shook his head.
"Why do his wounds look less deep than Leon's injuries?" I asked. No one answered.
"How did you have the idea to investigate his body?" Kyoko asked.
"I was just curious why this guy seems uneasy during the investigation. Looks like Leon gave enough fight before he died, didn't he?" Mondo continued.
"I can guarantee you, I am not the culprit!" Makoto shouted to Mondo. Mondo just smirks.
"Then, who? Then what proof?" Mondo challenged him. His mouth got shut down.
"I don't know, it might be some of you putting the body when everyone went to the dining hall. Who else is late today?!" Makoto replied.
"That's not empirical enough. Retard." Byakuya challenged him.
I'm frozen. Why does Makoto Naegi's face look like a panic face from someone who got discovered? Not as someone who is actually innocent and got scapegoated or accused of a lie. His face looks like he is someone doing sin amd got discovered.
I can't believe this. Could it be that in this dimension, Makoto became the real culprit?
!!!
Ding dong bing bong.
"Investigation time has ended. Everyone, please gather in the room with the big red door in 1st floor of Hope's Peak." Monokuma's voice.
Wait, wai,t wait, wait. I haven't done it yet!
I went to Makoto's wardrobe to take his notepad. Hoping I might find something valuable. The papers are blank.
"Hurry up." Sakura tapped my back once. And she's gone following Mondo. I brought the notepad with me.
As we walk towards the courtroom, or what can I say, except class trial. Everyone's tension rose.
Stress, despair, wrath, envy, and any other signs that represent the inflation of the cortisol hormone.
"Kyoko." I summoned her.
"Yes, Abu?" She replied.
"I know maybe this looks like I am trying to shut your talent down as the ultimate detective," I told her.
"But please, promise me. If you have something in mind, write in your notepad and give it to me. Do not talk directly. I need you to never oppose Makoto Naegi." I replied as we continued our walk.
"Why would I trust the mastermind's henchman like thou?" She smirks. I'm frozen.
"I am sorry for your displeasure. But as long as you are not trying to bring me down, I won't do anything risky." She finally replied. Fuck you,u Kyoko. You're always making me even more desperate.
"Guys. Come on." Mondo said. Pulling Makoto. Behind us is Sayaka. She looks a bit sad, or worried? Maybe she doesn't like us accusing Makoto. But what can she do except give up, when the proofs, the logic, the arguments, are opposing Makoto?
As we leave the room and get inside the lift. The tension starts to rise again. Everyone sweating. I guess this is how Messi felt in the World Cup final 2022, or Kenneth Walker in the Super Bowl final 2026, or even Georgy Zhukov in Moscow 1945.
Ding!
The lift door opened, and we walked into our seats that are arranged in a giant circle in the middle of the class trial courtroom.
"L- Leon is here as a wooden sign with a photo plate!?" Sakura surprised.
"I also don't know why it's there, Ogre," Hiro replied, confused. Monokuma is explaining to them, but I'm lost in thought.
The game's dialogue in every pra-boss-fight in the class trial session of Danganronpa game is hovering inside my head.
"And so, the curtain on our first case opened. A deadly judgment... A deadly deception... A deadly betrayal... A deadly riddle, a deadly defence, a deadly faith... A deadly... Class Trial!"