Investigation 3-2: Answers Bring More Questions
Wake up, sillyhead. I can't believe you almost got us killed again...again...again.
Will you please shut up? I would like my beauty sleep.
You already know the answer to that. Now get your ass up.
That is certainly annoying. Hideyoshi does bring up a bring, however, I do get injuries a lot. If I was an idiot without medical knowledge, there would be no doubt that I would be dead. It surprises me that none of my wounds are affected either. Kaneshiro must really not another of his precious little 'friends' dead.
"Anno-kun, you should sleep more! You're not fully recovered from your wounds!" Half expecting Miyuki, I see that it is, however, Monokuma that hovers above me. Knowing that he can change his voice might be useful but not right now. He truly is a bastard.
"Shut up, Monokuma." It is annoying enough to have that traitor Hideyoshi in my head, I really do not need this bear ruining my beauty sleep. The more I get, the sharper my brain will be. Then I can find the fucker that killed Naoko and rip his throat out. I might get executed but then again people say I have a problem with being impulsive. Bullshit, they just don't take action and wait until everything's fucked up.
"Ah, Yuki, that would be no fun-" Hearing Akita and Naoko's voices mixed together feels like a stab in the gut. Hideyoshi is happy about that.
"Stop messing with Takayuki, Monokuma." Kira has enough with Monokuma's bullshit. She may be an idiot but she's a smart idiot.
"If you say so! Just thought I would tell you about your action now having a deadly amount of poison!" Monokuma then disappears in a voice I do not recognize but somehow it feels nostalgic. I am waiting for Hideyoshi to brag like a child that he knows and that I should be able to answer it due to my talent. That's bullshit. I may be the Ultimate Private Investigator, but I'm still human, no matter what Kotori said. Fuck Kotori.
I doubt that the poison in this action will actually kill me. Kaneshiro likes messing with people like that. I am not like Shinichi, I am a lot bigger than that poor bastard. Then again I'm a monster so comparing myself to anybody here other than Kaneshiro and the other victims of Kotori is something that should not be done. This body of mine is cursed but it is my body.
You know as well as I do that's bullshit.
Akita...she did not take being in this situation well. She must not have known about the experiments done on her. Kotori must have wanted to screw with me more to make me the only one with memories. I know that the other victim is here and still alive, but I cannot figure out who it is. Goddammit, I'm so useless!
This is no time for self-pity. Hideyoshi and Kaneshiro will not allow me to rest, so I have to stop being useless and find out who killed Naoko!...Naoko...and Kyoto is there too. But Naoko.
Every person you love ends up dead.
Shut up.
I make my way out of the cot. It feels great since, like the bed, the cot feels like a rock. Kaneshiro is rich, he can do better than this. Junko Enoshima herself would think that his treatment of us souls is cruel. And fuck Junko Enoshima. Kaneshiro and his crew of despair wannabes can suck it.
"Making our way through! We have a damsel in distress here!" Satoshi exclaims. Hayato and Minato come from behind him, with the both of them carrying the unconscious form of Ayano. She too has her action triggered. Damn, I thought I was the only one stupid enough to do that. Though I can tell that she was also attacked but in a way that is strangely nonfatal. Maybe the killer remembered the body limit but still wanted a victim so made it so that the action could potentially kill her.
Ayano Nishiki...what secrets do you have? I highly suspect she's actually a Nishiki due to the utter lack of family resemblance (and, of course, I don't believe the bullshit that she looks like her great-aunt or something). She knows more than she lets on. After all, I highly doubt she learned about Kotori's secret project by living with her, so it must have been done some other way. What secrets are you hiding Ayano? And do you know anything about that craziness surrounding Kazuhiko? Who am I kidding? Of course, she knows, she's lived it. Just who the Hell is this Kindra-
"I am sorry, I shall make my way through!" Miyuki then comes bursting in through the door with Namita. The amount of time those two spend with each other makes me know that something is up. "I shall apply the procedure. Anno-kun, may I request that you go look over Kawabata-chan?"
I nod my head in response. Normally, I would help, but it is kinda hard to do anything with no hands. Hideyoshi has made some rather...interesting comments about the lack of a right one. It is his fault they're gone. Sure, part of the reason might be to get rid of the bracelets, but there's no way I'm letting a serial killer forced into my head kill people using my own hands. The Committee would normally just give me new ones but now I have to exist without them.
Making my way out of the room, I see that fool Mirabilis is working on the graves. Why is she doing that right now? Couldn't she wait until after the investigation? This would make her a prime suspect if she wasn't such an idiot.
"Takayuki Anno..." She notices me but does not make a move. I am surprised she doesn't try to do that purification shit once again. There could be a chance she could change her mind so I make my way out of there.
Naoko...I will find your killer. I found Akita's. And this time I will allow Monokuma to allow us to solve this mystery. Even if it kills me. Kill me again and again, Monokuma, but I'll never give into this damn game or despair!
Looking over Naoko's body once again, I notice that I'm the only person in this room. I have to be real careful or otherwise, I'm screwed like Ayano. She better survive since I have too many questions to ask her.
Hideyoshi...This is like his memo except there are no staples in this school. I'm eternally grateful for that. The strange thing, though, is that Hideyoshi only kills women that are in the late teens, early adult age range. None of the victims add up to that. Naoko is too young, while Kyoto is male. This is a copycat killer if I ever saw one. Just who here knows about Hideyoshi and would actually be willing to do this? A real monster.
Naoko...Akita...Father, you were not right about me, all I am truly good at is failing others.
"Oh hey, somebody's here." Akemi and Hotaru enter through the door. Both of them are dirty as if they were looking for clues in the dirt. Hotaru better not be an idiot again and swim in that damn pool for evidence. We do not know what's in there. All we know, because we're not dumbasses, is that it's nothing good. Mitsu-cho better learn that lesson too because I won't let the love of Akita's life go off killing herself. I owe that to Mitsu-cho...
I owe her everything for what she did during that fateful March third. How did Ayano figure out about that date too?
"Hello, idiots."
"He speaks," Akemi chimes in. He might be a brat but he is one of the smarter people here, even though he doesn't flaunt it. That's smart, though, since intelligence paints a target on your back. Just look at the events that have already transpired.
That means you're screwed.
I would be a lot less screwed if you actually gave me answers for once, Hideyoshi. What caused you to be a damn monster?
I never expect an answer. Solving a mystery is never that easy. Except if you're dealing with an idiot. If Satoshi killed somebody, it would only take me seconds to find out the truth. Whoever did this is much smarter. And they clearly know what they're doing.
"Aw, save us, Ultimate Detective, save all of us damsels in distress!" Hotaru cries out. She has not changed that much. I remember that she faked being dead when we first meet her, but only Akita was dumb enough to fall for that trick.
"He's the Ultimate Private Investigator, Hotaru."
"Same thing." She puffs out her cheeks and crosses her arms much like a child. But then a grin appears on her face, so I am sure that she is purposefully hamming it up for Akemi. That boy has a habit of taking things way too seriously.
"..." I sigh. I would normally be able to take care of myself perfectly fine in these types of situations (after all, my job is dangerous, especially since people on the streets are asses to people who join the Committee), but I'm kinda lacking my hands right now. Living through this will make me more like Akita with her strangely robotic hands.
Then again, people call me a heartless bastard for helping the Committee. They don't care that I accept cases from everyone who has enough money (I have to get money somehow). Being in one of the most powerful teams in the Committee does not help matters much. We are all people who somehow succumbed to the promises of the Committee here since that's the only damn way to get into Hope's Peak. Even rebels such as Shinichi bow down to the powerful force of the Irvings. Standing up to this regime is as foolish as submitting to them.
"Bye." I know I need to examine Kyoto's body to find the fucker that is responsible for all of this. Not seeing his body for myself would cause me to be at too much of a disadvantage.
At the edge of the forest, I see that Takara is waiting to guide anybody willing to look at this crime scene through the dense forest. His talent is finally useful. Only if he could find some more evidence, but the evidence seems to never be treasure. Damn these specific talents.
I would never say it aloud but there is a great dread inside me, which Hideyoshi loves to be a brat over. Takara and I are the only ones from our group left alive. There's no doubt that the mastermind is targeting us. And targeting us is actually a pretty damn good idea for the culprits. It's no coincidence that the ones able to freely talk have been the victims three times in a role. If I could open my mouth, there is a good chance I'll be dead. So that's annoying.
"Any leads?" Takara mouths to me. I shake my head. Personally, I find having a lead this early in a case would just bind your vision, so only noobies who have no idea what they're doing do that.
It actually feels good to have Takara close to me. Out of all the people alive, besides Mitsu-cho since I'm cursed to work with her (and there was not a single day that Akita would not stop gushing about her), Takara is the one that is...least annoying.
Just admit your friends already, dumbass. You didn't admit that about Shinichi and look what happened to that traitor.
Takara smiles at me. It sucks that everybody, mostly Namita, keeps stealing his notebook, he actually has some good ideas. While the two of us would hang out with Kyoto, Shinichi, and Naoko, we would usually let him have it. Kyoto would sometimes steal it to fully diagram our plan of action. He also consumed way too much caffeine when he was alive. I love my coffee, but it was insanity! Even when I have to pull two all-nighters in a roll I don't consume that much!
Since Takara is not much for conversation, I decide to pull out my handbook. It is hard with no hands for reasons even a toddler would be able to understand. Luckily I have been practicing. Balancing it behind the two stumps of my hands, I use my face to get the correct tabs open. I look fucking ridiculous but it must be done. This costume is not helping matters.
Truth Bullet #17-Kira's Account
During the time of the attacks, Kira Iwata and Mitsuru Banda were alone in the Hospital. Mitsuru Banda went to go get Kira Iwata food but has not been seen since.
Truth Bullet #18-Hidden Stash of Handbooks
In one of the rooms in the old building, there is a pile of poorly hidden handbooks. It consisted of ones for Mitsuru Banda, Hayato Akimoto, Minato Ueda, Satoshi Nakajima, Kyoto Kamui, Takayuki Anno, and Yasu Matsuhita.
Monokuma gave all of them spare handbooks before the investigation started, as to not 'mess' with evidence.
Truth Bullet #19-New Attack Victim
Ayano Nishiki was attacked by an unknown party. She was stabbed in the shoulder and had her action forcefully activated. Whoever did so did not intend to become the killer themselves.
Because of fast assistance, Ayano Nishiki was able to survive the attack.
Truth Bullet #20-The Weapons
Miyuki Kobyashi reports that there are no weapons missing from the time she checked on them before.
The weapons are all over the place, most likely caused by the earthquake.
New handbook? I don't remember that. Monokuma must still have been his usual bastard self and gave us new ones while we were out. Goddamn bear. Even when he is not screwing with us, he's screwing with us.
Bastard? You're one to talk.
Seeing that I am inside myself, Takara gently places his hand on my shoulder. Both of us stare at each other but Takara moves his hand away. That was totally not a gay moment.
I ship it.
Shut up.
"We're almost there," he continues to mouth to me.
"Hold it!" Monokuma then appears in front of us. Goddammit, I really don't want to see his face again. Monokuma is the one who caused all of this. He was stupid enough to get somebody he liked killed too. He can never be Junko Enoshima. The mastermind is clearly trying awfully to emulate one of Junko's many personalities.
"..." We both do not give him the reaction he wants. We're both smart enough to not give into Monokuma. I'm not stupid enough to kill for Monokuma's motives. It is like wishing for something from a genie, just because you know you'll get your wish, there's no guarantee that it won't be twisted in some way.
"I can't believe we have to switch the point of view again. At least this one ain't dead. Yuki-chan, you're...something of a hairstyle is the closest to an ahoge around here. Get out of that ridiculous outfit, we need people to take this trial seriously." But did you not give me this outfit for a trial? I could question Monokuma's logic all day, but I'll get nowhere with a despair like him.
"..."
"Will you two say something!?"
"..." I point to the action that is placed around my neck. Monokuma really is an idiot. Sure, Takara can talk, but he...actually, I have no idea why he won't talk. I'm not the type of person to butt into somebody's business when it has nothing to do with a case. That's called being an asshole.
"Fine!" Monokuma throws my old clothes. Sure, they smell and look like shit, but it is better than whatever this thing is. I may not believe in an afterlife, but, if there was, Akita would be laughing her ass off looking at me right now. He jumps into the bush head first and gets stuck. After waving his legs a little, he disappears. Why is he doing a comedy routine during a time like this?
Takara waits for me while I undress and put on my old clothes. God, they feel like shit. But they always feel like shit. It is good to have my coat back. It surprises me that Monokuma didn't burn my clothes or something useless like that. To make me feel despair or some crap.
We make our way through the forest where I spot the remains of an obvious trap. Whoever fell for this is a special type of moron. Kyoto is smarter than that, so why is he dead? Goddammit.
Takara waves to me and starts going his way back. I find a part of me is hoping that he does not get attacked for being in the forest all by himself. That isn't like me, isn't it?
Being careful, I make my way down the hole. There is only one person down there, Tsukiko Oda. I cannot understand how she, Miyuki, and Namita can handle all of these crazies the way they do. And I remember Mei not shutting up about the band she manages, First Light. It was so goddamn annoying.
"Takayuki? How is everyone else?" Tsukiko is like a stereotypical mom, always caring for everybody in the group, especially those younger and smaller. Seeing all of this death must be hard on her. Well, no shit, it is hard for everyone. Even the mastermind. That's how he gets hard after all.
I cannot answer her so I just make my way over. There is no need for any awkward conversation that I can easily avoid.
Kyoto's body may look like Naoko's on the surface. It is clear that the slow death was an accident and it was supposed to not be like this. There is no pain on his face while Naoko was slowly tortured to death that she would rather fall into the depths of insanity than cling to hope. There's something not right here. Where are Kyoto's clothes anyway? And why is there a mix of blood? Finding the culprit would be so much easier if we could do the proper procedure.
Of course, whoever did this doesn't know what they're doing. Stop trying to copy me try-hards.
There is one thing that is bothering me, however: Where is Mitsu-cho? Akita would kill me for not making her beloved my first priority. Naoko is my first priority. Damn Hideyoshi for not giving me the information I need.
"Takayuki!" Satoshi grabs onto my wrist but cannot get a good grip. He rather grabs onto my sleeve which works much better. Seeing Satoshi this serious actually gives me mood whiplash. I cock my hand to the side as Satoshi guides me to the exit.
I mouth "where are you taking me" but Satoshi does not know how to lip read. Satoshi must have found something so I decide not to put up a fight. This might be the break that we were looking for in this case. There's always that single piece of seemingly unimportant evidence that screws the culprit over. Oops, I forgot about that, or some stupid shit like that. So many times I have found that to be the case.
Satoshi drags me to the upper level of the library. This is definitely not related to the case. Why was I such an idiot to trust Satoshi to help with things? He is literally the butt monkey of this universe.
"Leaving."
"Wait, Takayuki! Look!" Like a little child wanting to be noticed, Satoshi starts waving his arms around. He sighs as he walks toward one of the bookcases. Then, to my surprise, it opens up to reveal a door behind it. Damn, Satoshi was actually useful for something.
"Oh."
"My precious Yuki told me where to find this!" Satoshi exclaims. I don't even have to use my talent to know that's bullshit. I stare at him, making him clearly uncomfortable. "I concede! I found it!"
It confuses me, however, that Satoshi decided to show me and right now. Monokuma might figure out we found this. Wait, Satoshi is the one that found it first, Monokuma clearly knows about us having this knowledge. The only reason I can think of for that wannabe psycho to not kill or punish us for this is that he wants us to discover it. This is not like the door in the secret passageway.
The both of us walk into this room. It is like a room that a creep would have. The aura is something that reminds me of Hideyoshi, now we just need clown motifs and dead bodies everywhere.
Excuse me, I'm not like that. I may be a clown, but I'm not a child.
Yeah, Hideyoshi, I remember you as a child, you were way smarter then. Why the Hell did you betray us? Forget it, I'm dwelling on memories that don't matter again. My father would be disappointed with all three of us.
I take one of the books on the bookcase and flip to one of the pages. There is a strange liquid on it that I don't want to even think about. I've seen enough crime scenes to know what this is.
Dear Diary...or whatever the fuck you call this nowadays,
...Gosh, why does Kaneshiro wants us to keep diaries all the sudden? He was like...here, diary and you better write in it! What a pain in the ass. Why do Despairs like us need these kinds of things? Isn't this what hope-filled idiots are supposed to do? I'm a ringleader for God's sake, I just want to have fun, call the shots and all of that bullshit! This is boring!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! This is so fucking boring! Kill me already! Stab me twenty-one times and beat me senseless with a baseball bat! God, who would be stupid enough to do that? Maybe that fucking idiot Yanagi or whatever. What was his first name again? Kazu...Kazu...Kazuhiko! Yep, Kazuhiko Yanagi! He has done it before. Wait, didn't his last name change or something because of our second lord Kotori? Whatever.
I mean, don't do that but please do. Lady Junko says that the greatest despair is one's death but it has to be rewarded. Like starting a Killing Game or some stupid shit like that. But only Kaneshiro has the power to even think about doing that. Kaneshiro...how much I fucking hate Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro. Kaneshiro.
HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE
...Hate...No, that's not right. How can my stupid brain even think about hating our lord and savior? The one that will show the world salvation through the Dangan Ronpa project! No, hate isn't the right word. It is love! Love makes the whole world go round! All hail our lord and savior, Kaneshiro Kazuma!
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
This is definitely Akita but why is she a despair? This must be related to Personality Experiment #045. Of course, Hideyoshi would know, but, no, he must act like a child and not tell me anything, even though both of our lives are on the line. We might be the same person now but I will not accept that.
The basis of Personality Experiment #045 is abuse. Kotori's real purpose was to give the subjects Dissociative Identity Disorder through less than savory means. She would then manipulate their alters into giving her the results she wants to impress her bosses. Kaneshiro happily helped with his brainwashing techniques. One of the things she wanted to do was give teenagers this disorder to spite the psychologists of the olden times that were too busy arguing whether or not this disorder exist to see that the world was ending. They had what you would call priorities. Who cares about the world when I have my research? Fuck those guys.
For the psychologists that were decent human beings, it was hard to get research due to the rarity of the disorder. Children are more likely to develop DID, but teenagers and adults can develop it on rare occasions. Of course, fewer people believe them than the small number of people who believe the children. Society sucks.
Moral of the story, Kotori Hiraoka deserved to die.
If you think that one more time, I swear to God, I will make you witness March third in your dreams again.
"Does this help the case?" Satoshi asks. His eyes are sparkling like a little child. I shake my head. "Dammit!"
A thought then pops up in my head. Each shelf seems to be a different person so...
Don't read my diary, asshole.
Then you shouldn't have written one.
Taking the first one out of its place, Satoshi watches me in anticipation. I flick the page to find...
Nothing.
I flip all of the pages to see that there is nothing.
I take another book to find there was nothing. Then another, and another...now this is what I would truly call a waste of time. There is no time to look through all of them and this has nothing to do with the case. Naoko would not like to hear that I had failed her due to focusing on empty diaries.
See, I told you not to read them. You really should listen to me more. Without me, you're just another useless nobody-
"Leaving," I say again. Satoshi attempts to get me again but I make it out of his grasp just in time. This would be a good time to check the Hospital to see how most of the other students are doing. Well, we're in horrible conditions, but let's see whether or not they're less horrible.
It is less chaotic in the Hospital than we left it. Namita and Miyuki are looking over to three injured, sharing the same cot. Am I the only one who finds this behavior extremely suspicious?
Anyway, I see that the three people bed-ridden are all asleep. Kira must have fallen asleep after I left. I would hate that feeling of being confined to a bed, unable to do anything but stare at a boring ceiling that may or may not fall and kill us.
"Anno-kun, why are you back so early?" Miyuki asks.
"Well, the time limit must be nearly over. Monokuma seems to be giving us extra time due to...um...you know." Namita does raise a good point. This case required a lot more walking back and forth than the rest of them. It is really annoying. I much prefer it when this amount of walking is not needed.
I tilt my head towards the direction of Ayano. Asking her how the Hell she knows all these things would be really useful. And she, like me, has personal involvement in this case. I have Naoko, she has Kyoto. The killer really chose the wrong person to mess with. After all, Kotori turned both of us into freaks of nature.
"Oh, um, Monokuma said she wouldn't be waking up until the trial is over. Said something about having some other health reason why she can't wake up. Doing tests and stuff."
"...That sucks." There goes my plan. Ayano could be helpful during trials, so it would suck to have another person that is not entirely insane be taken out of commission. Whoever this knows what they're doing sometimes but fails helplessly during others. Sounds like a smart first-time killer.
"Anno-kun, Nakahashi-chan, we should go to the old building before the trial starts," Miyuki suggests. The three of us then make our way out of there. Miyuki is clearly disappointed about leaving the injured behind, but she must want to add something to the investigation.
You know as well as I do that something is going to go horribly wrong.
Hideyoshi...please...just shut your trap.
The three of us make it out of the building to see that Mirabilis is still working on her little art project. Doesn't she realize that she's wasting precious time by working on something that doesn't really matter in this place? Monokuma will probably tear them all down to make us all feel despair.
"Hey, Mirabilis, do you want to come with the three of us?"
"I'm almost done with my duties..." Mirabilis is not paying attention to us. She truly is an idiot but with that wand, she is dangerous. I do not want to know the side effects of getting hit with that thing in my current condition. Having a concussion in this game is the last thing I want.
"Well, um, Satoshi is still inside that building. I guess you two can take care of yourselves."
Now in the room where Yasu and Satoshi were shot, and most of the others drugged, I find that there is nothing but the entrance to the trial grounds and a new, fresh coat of red paint.
"Oh, hello, kids, do you wanna go to the trial room early?" Monokuma questions us. He comes from behind us, but only Namita is scared. She starts hugging onto Miyuki for comfort.
"Monokuma, why would you let us do that? There must be a motive for you." Miyuki is being forward. I would not want to be the poor bastard she is addressing whenever she does this. Her red eyes remind me of edgy anime characters that have them shine whenever shit is about to go down.
"Why? I have no interior motive? Wait, why was that a question? Oh well, I just don't question Requiem at this point. She makes so many damn mistakes, she better start working on that rewrite-"
"Huh, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing, nothing, only the readers will understand. Now voila!" Monokuma tries to snap his paws (something he does way too many times and is getting on my nerves at this point) and the door opens. Only an idiot would not get a bad feeling about this.
Looking at each other, the three of us take a gulp. This can only be something really, really horrible. The mastermind really loves screwing with us. And this childish attitude of his makes me sick to my stomach.
You got nothing else to do. Follow Monokuma. Right now.
Hideyoshi, a piece of shit that he is, has a point. Miyuki is the first one to go, while Namita is in the middle. I take the end as Monokuma closes the door behind us. It is too late to turn back from our horrible decisions.
In the trial room, the first thing I notice is the trial grounds. The strangest thing is that there are three new podiums in the middle. I know what that means, for I'm no idiot. One of them has blood dripping onto it from the ceiling...Well, it's getting on everything actually, but I am trying to be poetic here.
On the ceiling, I see different parts of a woman in the chains. Every one of her limbs is wrapped around in a different chain. Her arms, legs, torso, and head are all clearly separated from each other. There is a clear hole in the middle of her torso as well. Like...Naoko...I could see that her eyes are wide open and full of despair. She, however, has no gag over her mouth. And, of course, she was stripped down to her underwear. There is no doubt that whoever killed her enjoyed driving her to the darkest depths of her mind...whoever did this truly was a monster.
Sorry, Akita, I've failed you once again. Mitsu-cho is dead.
Dun dun dun. Surprise, surprise, we get Takayuki Anno narration! And so many answers but more questions. Because I love screwing with you guys.
Thank you so much, dashunterman, for sending in Mitsu-cho. ;) Okay, Mitsuru Banda. It was a blast writing with her, but all good things must come to an end.
None of the deaths in this fanfic are pretty. No instant death for all of your precious children.
Oh yeah, this updated fast. Like seriously I'm just on a writing spree right now! Here's a lot of new content for the Committee Saga! :D
Reviews~
mayurie-The killer is still overkill. Takayuki is gonna destroy them too. Stop killing the love interests dammit! Poor Ayano cannot have her revenge. No good things can happen to her. Well, I've got a good idea of who the killer is. ;) Thanks. That's my job, to make all of you suffer. I'm way too stubborn to let anything bring me down.
TheRoseShadow21-Don't worry, I forget everything too. Thanks. Well, Mitsu-cho ended up dying. Goddammit, Mitsu-cho. They do all deserve better. Typos are part of the charm of the first draft. Thank you. :D
AnonChan1-Triple murder. Everything went wrong. Takayuki was just in normal cuffs. And he's purposefully not giving the audience Naoko's chest size since he's a...gentleman? Akemi: The Ultimate Ass. Well, here's more Takayuki! Inside his brain! I love me some Gravity Falls. Minato is glad they didn't end up like Mitsu-cho. Everything is foreshadowing? Foreshadowing. Ya, foreshadowing. ;) Nobody is doing well. Mitsu-cho, I don't remember food being in the trial room. Well, we found her. HHHHMMMMMMMMMMMM. I AM. Dammit, Mitsu-cho, you got yourself killed! Oh, you will one day. One day.
mayurie-No thank you to everything in this story.
Scissor-Snipper-Yes, I am, how did you know? This is bad for my heart too. Thanks for pointing that out, I will fix that in the rewrite (because why edit when you can write more stuff you have to edit later?).
BIBOTOT-Oh, still not caught up. ;) I await your reaction to...well, everything. Akita certainly is...something. I love my insane daughters. Don't tell Mirabilis that, she'll probably purify you (and now I'm gonna ship this crack ship). Oh, Kyoto will be useful later...considering he's dead. Dammit, Kyoto, why?! Oh, don't worry, only three people are dead. Satoshi has his moments. He may be an idiot but he's a badass idiot.
SanityRequiem-Oh, look, me. Also I have an AO3 account now so this story will be put up on there once I finish editing it. Since, you know, AO3 is like the Fanfiction that's taken more seriously.
LostOne'sWeeping-We're just summoning Rachelle everywhere in this chapter. Yes, they'll react in a very calm and collected way this chapter since nothing bad happens. Yes, you're my apprentice, Rachelle. I shall teach you all of my evil ways.