... And here I am, at this chapter's aftermath! I'll keep what I say short since this chapter itself is short, so here you go.

Glass-Lady-of-the-Opera: "Hopefully I will~"

liammarklh88: "Hopefully, more spotlight will be given to the other characters in future chapters. Glad you liked it overall and hopefully the next cases down the road will be better."

Meta King: "Haha, nice theory. Let us see if you're right~"

ToonGuy: "Nice thoughts~ I always enjoy seeing your reviews. Glad you liked the trial overall, and yes Akio's behavior will have to bite him sooner or later... maybe, maybe not."

TheRoseShadow21: "Haha, that's a huge compliment right there! I think anything that references Req is like a huge compliment~"

Lupus Overkill: "Oh my gosh, why another long review? I'm trying to keep my replies short XD Yes, I agree with all your points there. Hopefully I am able to do better in the upcoming trials on this story. Hopefully I can develop the characters well to your liking, and yes keep speculating~"

PainX65: "KATSURA, IS THAT YOU?! O-oh... *blushes*"

Interpretations only came into existence merely because of a thing called the mind.

The human mind is capable of many things. The brain allows us to speak, allows us to see and smell, etc. It is the mind which allows us to be who we are today, and it is the one which allows us to be different from each other.

Interpretations came into being because of humanity. It is because of the human mind that interpretations were a thing.

Watari knew that. He knew that because of the many different expressions people had towards every single concept said in this room. He knew that because of the discomfort everyone had on their faces.

Who was right? Who was in the wrong?

No one knew and can only come up with their own meaning.

"This isn't right."

The detective looked over to the side. There, he found Tomoyo, the screenwriter having shaken her head. She had her arms folded as she was staring down Akio, the actor having just laughed at Kiyoko's death so brazenly and disgustingly.

Watari closed his eyes.

This is why I called you out for being a murderer. Even if this tidbit of information Monokuma gave me isn't true, seeing you in your true colors just revealed this.

"Why would you laugh at her death? This isn't right, and you know that!" Tomoyo's face was red with anger. She was trying her best to stand up to the man. "It's not moral to laugh at someone's death, Blaise."

Akio rolled his eyes. Watari could tell that the man was insane. "She's the one who killed Wakana! Did she do anything to deserve death?"

Tomoyo shuddered at his words. The man was towering over her. She held her breath, then continuing. "This situation isn't normal. This is a killing game where Monokuma forces you to kill. In any normal circumstance Kiyoko never would've thought this way."

"How are you so sure about that?" The actor scoffed, nose wrinkled in disgust. "You never even knew her for that long."

"Why does that matter?" Tomoyo tightened her grip around her arms. "Everyone is capable of killing. It's just that these circumstances caused Kiyoko to kill… It's not like she's the only one capable of murder."

"The fact is that she still killed Wakana." The actor gritted his teeth. "Don't give me that."

Tomoyo scoffed. She glared at the man.

Kyatchi grinned snidely at the actor. "I mean, I'm more than happy to die. You'd be able to kill me much more easily than Wakana, y'know?"

"K-Kyatchi!" Ayako pouted, tears in her eyes. "D-don't say things like that…"

"Just let him speak," Viorel said, scoffing. "It's not like he has the guts to do shit like that-"

Blanchard immediately switched over. "Viorel, quiet. And it's shoot. Do not cuss in front of our masters."

"Oh shut it!"

Those two seem the same despite what happened to them.

Watari smirked inwardly at the butler, seeing him and Viorel arguing. His eyes then glanced back to Tomoyo and Akio, watching the duo who were obviously hostile with one another. He took the time to carefully observe their movements, the detective resting himself against the wall.

Tomoyo was staring at the brunette with fierce green eyes. Her lips were pursed in a frustrated, worried fashion, nose pointed at the actor. Her arms were folded, legs spaced evenly from each other. She was definitely trying to stand up to the man, looking down upon him.

Akio was obviously hostile. The brunette's eyes were fierce as well, though mainly they were shining in that of disgust and anger. His movements were boisterous, obnoxious. It was obvious that the man did not want Tomoyo to stand up to him.

Watari let out a sigh, tapping his fingers.

I guess I should turn the tide against me to make things run smoothly.

"Ahem!" The detective clapped his hands together. He couldn't help but snicker as everyone turned towards him, expressions mixed in fear, anger, worry, etc. It was obvious they didn't want to talk to him. "Can't we all play along? Didn't you guys want to fight for unity? What happened to that?"

"Shut up." Akio crossed his arms, glaring at the shorter man. "Everything's your fault."

"My fault?" The detective snorted. "You're so silly, Aki. Is it really my fault for Wakana dying?"

"Of course it is!" The actor took a step forward, almost ready to grab at the detective's throat. "You were the one who spouted that bullshit about me being a killer in the first place! That fucking led to Kiyoko believing in that bull!"

Watari frowned.

He does have a point. Oh well, no use trying to deny it.

"Even if that's the case, there's also to note of the motive Monokuma gave us beforehand. If Kiyoko wasn't the one to kill, then it might've been someone else… Maybe Wakana, if by any chance?"

Akio's eyes widened. "Of course not! That's impossible."

"Are you in such denial over Wakana…?" Tomoyo was saddened, face hanging low. "Don't you understand? Anyone could kill."

Watari sighed. He supposed he truly had no say in the argument at all.

"But who would kill Wakana?" The actor was livid. "That's sick! Wakana literally did nothing wrong!"

"Reality is just like that." Tomoyo pursed her lips. "You think that reality's fair to us? We're in a killing game for Christ's sake."

"C-can someone stop them…?" Masako asked, fearful as her eyes darted back and forth. "P-please don't fight…"

"Please, you two need to stop fighting." Hitomu tried to call out to the duo, but they weren't listening. They were only glaring at one another. "Tomoyo, Blaise!"

"Nothing's working." Yume frowned. "Should we just leave them?"

"I don't think we can." Keishi's eyes were downcast. "The exit isn't anywhere in the vicinity."

Shinjimae was hugging tightly onto Saki. "Oh, p-please hurry up w-with the exit, Monokuma…"

"I can't believe you're like this!" Tomoyo was frustrated, hands clenched into fists. Her eyes were watery. "Why are you like this? Isn't it obvious that Kiyoko wouldn't have done such a thing in normal circumstances?"

Akio rolled his eyes, a snort escaping his lips. "That's stupid. Kiyoko's already shown to us how much of a fucking idiot she is. She'd kill over anything."

Misaki's eyes widened at this. "Blaise, you're going too far!"

"What?" Tomoyo was trembling. "A-are you serious?"

"Of course I am!" The actor laughed. "She's an idiot! She deserves her fucking execution-"

It echoed throughout the entire room.

A loud, sudden slap.

"T-Tomoyo!"

Akio's cheek was red. Tomoyo's hand was red as well.

The poor screenwriter's face was riddled in anger, the actor on the other end expressing shock. The duo were caught in a crossfire, and everyone didn't know what to do.

"How could you say something like that?" Tomoyo began, her voice shaky. She couldn't register the fact that Masako and Misaki ran over to her side. "Every life is precious, don't you know that?"

Akio couldn't help but bite into his lips, a pained expression crossing his face. "Tomoyo…"

He really messed up. Watari sighed, then clearing his throat. "Aw, are you two fighting already? Can't you just kiss and make up?"

The screenwriter frowned. "Watari… Please, not right now."

Watari snickered, amused as he eyed the dejection in Tomoyo's eyes. "Why? Can't we all just get along? I know reality is cruel and we're not as friendly as some of us would like, but to fight right now is quite petty, don't you think?"

Hitomu raised a brow. "What does that mean?"

"Well, obviously, because we're in this room?" Watari threw his hands out. "We're in the place where we subject people to execution, right? This place is filled to the brim with memories of death."

Yume squinted. "How… dramatic."

The detective chuckled. As dramatic and exaggerated as it sounded, it was his way of shifting the atmosphere. "Come on, my dear Ultimates- is it really the time to fight? Remember, Aki, Moe, you two are fighting right in the middle of the crowd here."

Silence.

That seemed to stop the duo, both of them having turned away from one another.

… Just as I predicted. Watari smirked, clapping his hands. "Now that wasn't so hard, right?"

"I'm just glad they stopped arguing," Misaki sighed, shaking her head. "Sheesh… This isn't good for anyone's health. Hey, does anyone need a DNA test?"

Shinjimae frowned. "Uh… No thanks."

Hitomu smiled over to Watari's way. With cats on his arms, he headed over to the detective and leaned to the wall. "Thank you for stopping those two."

The detective smirked. "Why are you thanking someone like me? I only did that for my own benefit, not for anyone else's."

"Understandable." The cat keeper chuckled. "Thank you nonetheless."

… He's too nice for his own good.

Watari sighed, wiping the dust off from his clothes. It was now dead silent. The silence looming around the room was killing him. It was suffocating, to say the least.

A sudden static noise was heard throughout the room.

"Ow…" Masako moaned. "My ears…"

"Ugh!" Ayako stomped her feet on the ground, pouting. "Stop this! It hurts!"

Surprisingly, it did and was, however, replaced by Monokuma's voice.

"Alrighty, I got the shit all ready to go! You guys want your well-deserved sleep, right?!"

Everyone was silent. They did not know how to respond to that question at all.

"I guess that's a big fat yes then! Alright, hold onto something or shit because you're going back to reality!"

"What?" Blanchard frowned. "What does that mean-"

The butler was unable to finish his sentence, the room starting to shake.

A second later, the room collapsed.

Everyone was screaming. The room was falling, and the Ultimates were falling as well.

Watari looked down, eyes slightly widening as he noticed the room changing back into its original state.

The room had changed in an instant, and the detective was unable to question it as he fell right to the ground, landing on his back.

"Ow…"

"Monokuma, you ass…"

Watari rubbed his bosom, hearing the others groaning around him.

"The room changed so quickly… It's like nothing happened…"

Watari had to agree with that statement. He brought himself to his feet, eyes darting back and forth around the room. Yes, everything looked the same as it was earlier- the same basketball hoops, the same empty court, the same everything.

Yes, everything looked the same as they had first saw it.

"How strange," the detective said, murmuring under his breath.

"I'm going to go."

Watari looked back. He saw Yume who was rubbing her eyes, dragging herself outside of the gymnasium.

Kyatchi stretched his arms out, having easily picked himself up from the ground. "That trial bored me to death. I'm gonna go."

Keishi averted his eyes. "Same…"

It didn't take long until he saw Kyatchi and Keishi taking their leave as well, everyone then then beginning to follow suit.

They are exhausted from the trial, so I suppose it makes sense.

The detective chuckled inwardly to himself.

He soon found himself alone.

Watari sighed, stretching his arms out. He rubbed his eyes as he looked around the room. Seeing nothing suspicious in sight, he made his own way out of the room.

He contemplated for a bit whether or not he should rest, but after a while he decided best that sleep was important. He was supposed to investigate inside of the library tomorrow as well, a few books having caught ahold of his interest.

The man frowned as he headed over to the dormitories, his mind rolling around Wakana and Kiyoko.

Wakana Takane, the Ultimate Florist.

Though Watari wasn't close to Wakana as Akio was to her, he knew that she seemed a bit too good for this world.

The innocent were usually the ones who suffer the most- and that statement always held true to him. Those who were killed were usually the ones who didn't deserve death, and the ones who were alive were those whom others can deem as very 'death worthy'.

Wakana was your everyday, average person. If it weren't for her title as an Ultimate, she'd be the sort of person people would easily pass by on the street. She was someone whom people see everyday- a friendly, sweet person who had interests a normal person would have.

Kiyoko Yamagiri, the Ultimate Recreation Worker.

She was someone who was close to Tomoyo, and she was someone whom Watari seemed to have heard of fairly well.

She was loved by people and although blunt, was very protective of those she loved. She was a person whom people can look up to. Someone to be admired.

She was a person everyone could admire. A hardworking and straightforward individual that even Watari found himself attracted to.

Or, someone he used to admire.

Watari frowned. He stopped right in front of his dorm room, the door right in front of his face.

His stomach churned. He felt his grip on the door handle tightening.

A moment passed before he let out a sigh.

There is no use thinking about this now.

Watari inwardly slapped himself on the wrist, turning the handle and opening the door. He quickly headed inside. The door was shut behind him.

The dark blue walls were the first thing that welcomed him. The light hanging from above brightly colored the room, especially his white blankets and blue pillows. Though the light was blinding, Watari adjusted to it fairly easily. He headed over to the mattress and sat down comfortably.

Watari glanced over to his desk, noticing the clutter of notes and papers on top. He could see that his pen was still open, the cap to the side.

It most likely dried out, huh.

Watari grabbed ahold of his MonoPad, then moving it at the top of the mess. He then headed over to the closet to loosen himself up, taking out a few layers of clothing. Feeling much more relaxed, the man headed over to the restroom.

The sink was turned on, and the man washed his face. His hand moved over to the toothbrush and toothpaste.

Having cleaned himself up, the man headed straight back to the bed, rolling down and wrapping the blankets around him. The lights were turned off.

The detective stared at nothing but darkness, his mind tugging at him in the process.

There is no doubt that everyone will be much more hostile towards one another. Decebel and Ayako are most likely going to be shunned, nonetheless Tomoyo and Akio's relationship now down the drain.

Hitomu will definitely try to unite everyone together nonetheless. I'm not sure how well he'll actually fare with doing such a thing- the mindsets of the others are quite unstable right now. I might have to check on them myself.

… I can expect Monokuma to message me tomorrow. I'll plan what to do from there. For now, settling on finding information from what the library has given me will do.

With those thoughts in mind, Watari eased himself. It was later that he found himself falling down into sleep.

... And that's it! I know this chapter was short, but fear not! Hopefully you, er, liked Watari's perspective on this. I'll try to provide you all a lot of content in the later chapters. Anyways, I'm out! I don't want to make a chapter lengthy from my rambling XD