AN: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE DELAY BUT THIS ISN'T DEAD AND NEITHER AM I

Sorry for the radio silence for a long while, but I've been busy studying for my exams coming up soon and really haven't had much chance to write. I haven't given up on this yet though and I'm looking forward to get into the action. I hope this chapter can suffice for now - sorry it's a little short and not too much happens. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be coming, but I promise it's on the way at some point.

Just before we were due to meet up, I locked myself in the bathroom in the lobby and set out everything in my pockets on the floor. I was pretty surprised by the wide array of items. While I talked to everyone, I'd taken the liberty of emptying their pockets. I studied them intently. I couldn't take any chances in this kind of situation. Most were harmless, but a few had me worried. Tsubasa had been carrying around a strange looking ritual knife, Akari had a lot of concealed weapons, and Mikoto and Kyousuke both had genuine pistols. Stealing from everyone, of course, had been easy. Tsubasa, though, twitched a little, but didn't actually seem to recognise there was an issue. His sixth sense was undoubtedly sharp, but it wasn't a danger if he didn't even realise it himself. It looked like a lot of people here had the potential to be dangerous. Satisfied, I gathered them all up again, humming to myself. We all met up in the gym once more. Everyone was still very on edge. I carefully placed back the contents of everyone's belongings in exactly the place I snagged them from, pretending as if I was just talking to each individually. Finally, the last person, Mikoto, swung open the door and entered.

"Before we discuss our findings..." I begun, clearing my throat. "I'd like to request that everyone hands in any weapons they have on their person." Stage two of my plan. Several people exchanged glances. Immediately, Kyousuke and Tsubasa handed in their weapons without a second thought, placing them on the ground. Wow. Impressive. So the two I was most afraid of were also the two most honest. After a bit of a pause, Mikoto handed his gun in too. To show my sincerity, I rooted through my pockets, placing down ten knives, three guns, and a taser.

"Jesus, Ren." Kyousuke whistled. I put down five more knives. "...Jesus, Ren." Followed by a revolver. "JESUS, REN!"

"I'm done, I'm done!" I quickly assured him. I flashed a glance at Akari, who had grit her teeth. I was immediately on my guard. My plan, of course, was to root out potential murderers. Only I knew what everyone was carrying now. If someone refused to give up their weapons, something was definitely up. Finally, Akari handed in the knives on her garter, the ones on the bottom of her shoes, and, to my relief, the ones concealed in her panties, which she managed to retrieve by pushing down on her dress a little. How did I know they were there? Uhhh... Ren sense. Now I was satisfied. Everyone had committed to the truth, and de facto to not murdering, even the more suspicious members of our class.

"So... like..." Yuuna began, still looking a bit shook up by the idea that so many of us had weapons on hand. "We need to get rid of them, right?"

"Gimme a D!" shouted Natsumi.

"D!" Tsubasa called out.

"I!"

"I!"

"E!"

"E!"

"DIE?!" Nagi cried, taking a few steps back."

"Yeah! Die, weapons! Haiiiiyah!" Natsumi pointed at the weapon pile with her pom poms.

"Dude... they're not moving..." Bianka offered, wide-eyed. "I think they might already be dead..."

"In any case..." Mikoto sighed. "We don't have the proper resources to dispose of these things. My suggestion is we use up all the bullets on Izanagi and bury them in the snow with him."

"I-I would most certainly die!" I much preferred Mikoto when he wasn't teasing his brother like this...

"If it's disposing of things, leave it to me!" A now regretfully familiar cheerful voice popped out of nowhere. We all turned, now not even surprised to see Monokuma standing there. "We wouldn't just let the bins get full, it's unhygienic! Anything you throw in the trash will be taken away after precisely one hour, no matter what it is! Of course, that means you'd better be careful what you throw away."

"That... sounds useful, but also scary..." Momoka voiced her concern.

"Now that that's over with..." Mikoto grinned at us all. "I found something good."

"What... your porn stash, you creep...?" Hekate glowered at him.

"I wish all my porn was here." He shrugged. "No internet? How's any decent man gonna survive? I mean, at least you've got Edward to schlick yourself to."

"Get on with it!" Haruka demanded, obviously disgusted.

"Yeah yeah." Mikoto rolled his blue eyes. "Well, I found a garage."

"Wow! What's in it?!" Momoka beamed, hope radiating from her expression.

"Well, I dunno." He looked toward me. "I'm not the Ultimate Thief. I'm gonna need some lock-picking talent."

"Oh, maybe that's what this key's for?" I swung a golden keyring on my finger, much to everyone's shock. "What? I got it off Monokuma."

"...Let's just say I'm glad you're on our side." Yuuna coughed.

"I think we should go check it out." Kaori suggested, still a little in awe of my thievery. What did they expect?

"To the garage!" Natsumi called, shaking her pom poms high. Suddenly things were getting a lot more interesting. What would we find in this garage? Something Monokuma wanted to keep us from, that was for certain.