Me. Abu. Abu Al-Syaif. Man of swords. At first, I thought this name destined me to fight western's evilness. And to judge them and bring them to hell. But I was wrong.
I am destined, to use the sword to find a real sinner and execute them.
In the past, I was just no one. No freedom. But now, I am an asset. Of Monokuma, of Kirigiri. Yet, still no freedom.
"Before starting, there are several things I must do a clearance about first. The rule is simple: guess right and you'll all be safe, except the killer themselves. Guess wrong and you'll all be dead." Monokuma recited in excitement.
"Well, for me, either I guess wrong or right, I should have been safe, am I?" I whispered to myself, but no one heard it. I shook my head. Even Mukuro Ikusaba is killed. One day, later or sooner, Junko will execute me. There are no empirical proofs stating that I am distant enough from Junko for her not to gain the feeling of despair when she kills me, since she is a fucking masochist.
"Listen, everyone! Anyone who killed Leon Kuwata, raise your hand! Whoever did it!" Taka shouted.
"No one killed Leon? Okay, now it's been decided. The one who killed Leon was Mono-"
"Oi Taka. You really think the real murderer would just admit/confess his murder in front of us?" Mondo warned him.
"Stop the joke." Mondo continued.
"Save those talks for later in the official conversation. Now, let the class trial, begin!" Monokuma declared.
"I assert the one who was murdered was Leon Kuwata, of course." Taka said.
"Taka, let's stop this shit-type conversation." Mondo clenches his fist as his wrath builds up.
"Okay, so we know that Leon was killed in Makoto's bedroom." Byakuya fixes his glasses elegantly as he cites his thought.
"Don't forget to mention about the bathroom part." Hina added.
"After Abu and I smelled some scent that made us feel uneasy." Kyoko added even more.
"We haven't even checked the other bedrooms." I added.
"That's fortunate."
!!!
Our heads turn to the voice source. The blue long-haired girl, the ultimate popstar, Makoto Naegi's potential fiancée. Sayaka Maizono.
"I mean, we found Leon earlier and more easily compared to the scenario if we didn't search for it in Makoto's room first. If we started the search elsewhere, it would consume more time and energy." Sayaka explained. Sayaka reminded me of something important, but I forgot what. I checked my pocket, hoping to find anything. Huh? Empty.
What did I even bring here?
Anyway, let's focus on what's happening instead.
"Why are we wasting time here? It's clear who did it." Hina stared at Makoto sharply. He looks anxious.
"I- I swear, guys, it wasn't me!" Makoto shouted. He waved his hands.
"Yeah. We must put all the evidence together and then conclude who is the real culprit." Kyoko said. That's good, Kyoko. Trying to frame yourself as neutral.
But Kyoko must know not to give spoilers too much. She must not defend Makoto or attack him, or when she does, her contribution must be indirect.
I wrote my letters on my notepad and gave the paper I detached to Kyoko.
"What proofs?! It's clearly Makoto! Look at the dying message on the wall!" Mondo shouted.
Makoto stood still.
"Wait, let me examine Leon's body first. Look at the 3 major wounds, a big crack in his head, a long, deep scratch in his front torso, and a deep stab in the heart." Kyoko shared. Her index and thumb fingers grip her chin gently.
"Those wounds, after I examine, are created by different weapons. The crack in the head cannot be made by a sharp weapon." Kyoko continued.
"It's. Toolkit." I stated.
"Hammer, and maybe screwdiver." I continued.
"How about Leon's death cause?!" Makoto challenged.
"I mean, I know it was Leon's death cause, but my toolkits aren't dirty!" Makoto continued.
Everyone's mouth got shut.
"Especially knowing there is no water at night, how could I definitely clean my weapons if I were the killer?" Makoto challenged again.
"You could maybe clean it elsewhere. Maybe other rooms." Hina replied.
"The ones that got turned off are not the water facility but the water flow." Makoto tackled again.
Byakuya raised his hand to Monokuma.
"Is it true? What Makoto just said." Byakuya asked Monokuma. There is no other way except asking the housekeeper.
Monokuma nodded slightly.
"Then it isn't me!" Makoto clapped his wooden dock hard.
This is it!
This is the moment for me to expose that truth bullet!
"How about the brittle, rigid,d frozen dry blood stain. There is a stain on the underside of the bedsheet, which was only discovered after lifting one side of the fabric. And it's blood." I challenged.
"And if there is a metal scent, I promise it's the metal itself." Makoto countered again.
"Chromium doesn't have taste and smell!" I countered. He looked down, and he took steps backwards.
"No! It doesn't explain anything!"
"It it it it does not explain anything!"
Makoto keep repeating the same message.
"I am not the killer!"
I thought the canonical boss-fight type like this doesn't exist in the live-action version due to it looking unrealistic. But...
"You're just spitting nonsense!"
"Stop the utter nonsense!"
This is clearly PTA, panic talk action.
"I am safe! Am really safe!"
How do I counter this in live action where a joystick isn't available?!
Think think.
"I am sure those proofs are fake!"
"No, they're not." Byakuy stepped inside.
"Yes, they are!"
"They do exist."
"But they're made up!"
"Empirically, it's yours."
"Shut up!"
"Sorry, why is it not substantial?"
"Shut your bitch ass up!"
"Isn't this a sign of defeat?"
"I did not kill Leon!!"
"Then why did your toolkits smell like blood, and there is a brown blood stain on your bedsheet, and it matches Leon's fatal wounds?" Byakuya shouted at a slow pace.
Crack.
Makoto frozen. He is really frozen.
"J- just admit you killed Leon!!" Hina yelled. Tears down her face. Sayaka also cried, but more silently. She clenched her fist hard.
"What a poor Leon. Makoto must have taken him by surprise. He didn't even have a chance to resist." Chihiro said emotionally.
Now is the usage of "evidence of struggle" truth bullet.
"I'm sorry, but we found out Leon was beaten up." Mondo. The one who finally brought the truth bullets.
"But I feel that Leon's injury is kinda weird. It's very unsettling, but I just haven't figured out why." I rest my chin in the grip of my index and thumb fingers.
"That's not important at all! What's important is that Makoto also endured the same kind of injury! There is no way there have been no fights that have occurred between Makoto and Leon Kuwata! Mondo shared his tthoughtin a fiery spirit.
As soon as he said that, all of our eyes moved towards Makoto.
He has already put his clothes on since the first time we're here. But it's no use. We already won. Haven't we?
"Makoto." We called him.
He finally gave up and undressed himself.
His torso was full of bruises and cuts. With sharp edges, showing the fibrous skin.
"But it does not look deep. Like, how does Leon hurt him not badly if Leon is an athlete?" I asked.
"That's... because Makoto attacked first!" Toko shouted.
Makoto shook his head in fear. The fear of getting caught, that's what I read.
"Leon attacked me first!" He shouted. Suddenly, he looks shocked, and he covers his own mouth.
"Ahh... didn't you just realise what you said, Makoto?" Byakuya attacked again. Kyoko, beside me, calmly watches. Is she really betting on my knowledge?
"You just indirectly confessed that you killed Leon Kuwata." Byakuya tightened his grip on Byakuya's dock.
"Are you guys done? I'm bored of this shit. Go start the vote." Monokuma continued.
I turn my head to Byakuya on my left side and Kyoko on my right side. She gave me a note from her notepad.
T- this!!
"Naegi is innocent. I believe it." Written.
Then, all of the proofs and explanations are in the letter.
It- it can't be!
"Makoto! Idiot, Makoto, idiot!" The unusual high-pitched voice of someone.
Thud.
Sayaka hugged Makoto tightly. Tears were coming down her face.
"Why, why! Why are you doing this? You should have accused me of being the killer instead! I didn't remember rubbing your toolkitono your bedsheet! I also didn't remember writing "Makoto killed me" behind Leon's back! You didn't even mention us swapping bedrooms!" She cried louder. Throwing weak fists at Makoto's body.
"You manipulate the crime scene so I can graduate, didn't you?!"
She turned to us, still holding Makoto's hands.
"Me. Vote. Me!" She cried. Makoto looks surprised.
"I am the culprit! I was the one who killed Leon! I. Did. Kill. Him!" Sayaka cried out loud.
"Is- is that real?!" I asked in curiosity.
Kyoko tapped my upper arm. Pulling my sleeves.
She gave me a notepad.
"Yours?" She shook her head.
I took it.
Goddamnit! I totally forgot about this shit!
Sayaka sobbed her face. Crying.
Makoto has calmed himself down and adapted to his shock.
Then, Makoto smiled gently.
"It's okay, Sayaka. You don't need to claim a sin that I did. I know you love me, but it doesn't mean you should sacrifice for me." His touch was rubbing her cheek. What a respectable acting talent in terms of effort to flip the table, Makoto.
"N- no...! This isn't what I'm expecting to do!" She yelled at him.
"Abu!" I turn my head to the voice source.
Byakuya.
"What's that in your hand?" I raised my arm, asking him to wait.
"This is Makoto's notepad..." I cited. Everyone's listening.
"It was Kyo-" Kyoko turned her head against me. Warning me to stop.
"Sorry. I shaded in the top sheet with a pencil. And these are the words that explicitly showed up." I start to read it aloud.
"Come see me in my room, check the nameplate to make sure you don't get the wrong room, okay?" Kyoko's head suddenly lifted. She turned her head to me, wanting to intercept.
"Trust me," I whispered. In a very low decibel. Almost unhearable for Kyoko.
"Who did write this?" I announced my question to the whole room.
A hand was raised.
"Show the sheet first." It was Makoto who said it. Almost Perfect.
I lift the sheet high. Showing almost all the letters.
Makoto looked lost in deep thought. Sayaka's hands are moving. But locked under the tight grip of Makoto's hands. Come to daddy, Makoto.
"It was,e Makoto said.
"Was all that written here I recited. Was it all written by you, Makoto?" I continue. He nodded.
"No less, no more?" He nodded.
Perfect.
I release my left hand that was covering part of the sheet.
!!!
Everyone looks shocked. I know Kyoko was smiling here.
"Sayaka." I point to the previous part with my left index finger.
"S. A. Y. A. K. A." I read it slowly.
Makoto's face suddenly turns pale blue.
"That's not empirical! Anyone could have written that!" He countered.
"But only you who did confess it. Also, I saw Sayaka's hands were moving, but locked by you." I replied.
"N- no way!" He stepped back. Pull Sayaka closer to him.
"I guess confessing defeat is not a choice now, Mr Makoto?" I smirked.
"This- this ain't happening!" He yelled. He pulls Sayaka tighter into his embrace.
He raised his left hand, a screwdriver aimed at us.
Kyoko gave me another paper. Then I read it.
"Sayaka and Makoto swapped their bedroom at night. Sayaka invited Leon and quickly attacked him with Makoto's toolkit. And Leon is dead. Then, she brought him to Makoto's room. Either inside the bathroom or outside. She cleaned it with her dirty clothes. And put it back. In the morning, after they swapped bedrooms, Makoto didn't report it. Hemanipulatese the scenery. He wrote "Makoto killed me", harm yourself, and injured Leon, not knowing about post-mortem, and rubbed the toolkits with the bedsheet. And since the start, Makoto has been acting suspiciously to attract people to accuse Makoto." I read it fully.
"Is it all?" Sayaka nodded.
"I swear to god on Makoto's wisdom in heaven in the future when he dies, and I swear in his life and happiness. Not a hundred per cent accurate, but you got the main part right." She told us. We all nodded. That's really a trustable oath. Because she dared to say that, meaning it cannot be untrue.
"So the only antemortem wounds on Leon are the bif scratch in his front, the heart stab, and his head blow?" I raised my hands. She nodded again.
"Get off! Get back! No one can touch Sayaka!" He shouted.
Sayaka's face turns worried.
"Makoto." No answer.
"Makoto." No answer.
"Makoto!" She slapped his face. Tears were coming down her cheeks.
"Just give it up!"
"B- but-"
"Then it explains it."Byakuya finally initiated a conversation.
"Why do Makoto's injuries look less deep. It was hesitation! Self-harm" Byakuya point his fingers at Makoto.
"And why most Lof aeon's wounds looked unnatural! Post-mortem! Beaten up after death,h" Byakuya continued.
"Yeah! I also suspect the death message Leon wrote! It was on the wall behind his back! If it were a dying person, it would be more pragmatic to write it on the floor or on the wall where his hands are available without moving much due to blood loss! Hina joined too.
"S- Sayaka. T- tell them they're wrong. Tell them t- that I- I was the culprit!" Makoto trembles. All those acts he put up from the start begin to shatter.
"I'm sorry." Said Sayaka with her head down. Then, she raised one of her clothes. It's the same clothes that Monokumaa gave us. A closet full of identical clothes.
This one isn't washed.
This one isn't clean.
It's red.
She raised it as Messi did on 23/04/2017, El Clásicoaises it high.
"S- stop it!" Makoto confiscated it. Sayaka doesn't resist. But it was too late. Everyone already saw it. Makoto's grip on the clothes loosened slowly.
Sayaka raised her head. Her mascara had run, creating dark rivers down her cheeks. But her eyes are bright.
Smooch.
She, she, she. Kissed him.
Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty seconds. Then, she released it.
"Promise me, Makoto." She smiled peacefully. Both her hands rub Makoto's cheeks.
"Move on. Fall for other girls." She continued. Makoto's tears are falling down.
"But- my confession of my willingness in the classroom-" Makoto pulled Sayaka closer.
"Ssshh. I am also willing to die if it were for you,u Makoto." She smiled. "Tehee~"
She released the hug. Pushed Makoto away.
"Goodbye."
And, Monokuma did it. The bang of the gavel.
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Grab!
The
cowboy-type rope caught her neck. Makoto tried to catch her. Failed. Too late and too fast. Sayaka is already getting pulled to the punishment room. The chain that is trapping her neck tightened around Sayaka's neck, jerking her backwards as the bright courtroom dissolved into a dark hall that is pulling Sayaka further and further. Makoto's scream faded behind her, swallowed by the howl of wind rushing past her ears.
She got dragged fast.
"Occupied." As the punishment room closed. Makoto ran to the punishment room.
"Open it! Execute me instead! Please!!" He begged.
Then, everyone's eyes went to the screen. Their faces look scared and traumatised. While Makoto a true despair.
Sayaka, tied with a cable in the middle of a performing stage. On the right, two dancing puppets, on the left, the same quantity.
Thousands of Monokuma move like ocean waves, with their glowsticks. Their red eyes are like parasites filling the whole place.
"The last song." The screen said.
The song starts to play, and the wooden puppets dance. And the Monokumas are dancing. Row after row after row, a packed audience with the glowsticks raised to the sky. Swayed in a wave pattern.
Then, the cable tightens. Sayaka looks pale blue. The wooden puppets dance faster and faster. The cables were holding her, wrapped really tight around her waist, wrists, ankles, and allover the body. She stood straight like a mannequin. Chin up. Shoulders back. Pin the pole in the middle.
The place where the lightning was turned off. Except Sayaka'e highlight.
Then, the cable brightens. Slowly bit steady. Bright, green-yellow colour. Then, slowly the light of the cable turned bright. Very, very bright.
The electricity, i.e. thee humming, as the concert continues. And it's too bright for us to see exactly what is happening. As the buzz hums louder.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds.
I guess it'll take a long time.
After thirty seconds, the brightness finally darkens as the burnt cables weaken. Showing Sayaka's body shape. Black.
Then, she did collapse into a mountain of white dust.