Chapter 20: Jilted: Act One
12:12 P.M Day Nine
Carnival District
Zoo
Laris rested against the railing as she peered into a cage filled with several Bengal tigers. "Tell me, Lady Annabelle, did your mothers ever take you to a zoo? There were no such places in Novoselic. I only ever read about creatures such as these."
The young girl looked away from the exhibit to stare up at the Knight. "Oh, really? I'm surprised a place like Novoselic didn't have zoos. Anyways, yeah. We didn't go a lot, but my moms did take me a few times. It was always fun getting to see so many different kinds of animals!" Annabelle happily explained as she turned back to look at the tigers.
A vivid smile pulled at the Knight's face as she glanced over at the Investigator. "Ah, so you have a leg up on me, huh? Tell me, M'lady, what is your favorite animal in the world?"
"A favorite? I like so many animals. Hmm, that's a tough one..." Annabelle wondered. She seriously contemplated the question, then her face lit up with realization and she pounded her fist into her open palm. "Ooh, I know! A platypus! I remember I used to watch this cartoon that had one, and he seemed so cool! I asked my moms for one as a pet, but they said no."
Laris crouched so she was at the child's level. "A platypus, huh? That's certainly an exotic critter. Have you ever heard of a Makango?" she asked as she raised a single brow.
Annabelle's head tilted to the side. "Makango? Never heard of that one. Is that the thing that was on your armor? 'Cause I was never sure what that was even supposed to be."
"Ah. What you saw on my armor was a Skong. One is not considered an adult in Novoselic without consuming such a creature; thus, it is a rite of passage," Laris explained as she gently took the girl's hand into hers, wrapping the former around a small medallion. "This is a keepsake of knighthood. I would be happy to make you my squire. You clearly have a brave heart," she mused before gently patting the girl's hand. "As for a Makango? It was customary for those seeking courtship to capture one beforehand. A golden Makango had to be captured for those seeking a royal's hand."
"Whoa, you'd really have me as your squire? Awesome!" The young girl turned over the medallion a few times in her hand. After she finished looking it over, Annabelle quickly slid it around her neck. She looked back towards Laris with a bright smile. "So you have to catch one to get married? I hope there were a lot of them so couples wouldn't have to go sad," she said with her smile faulting. After a few moments of thought, an impish grin took over her face. "Sooo, does that mean Chloe will have to catch one of the golden ones?"
The Ultimate Knight suddenly bolted to her feet. She raised a hand to her face and blushed a brilliant crimson color. "I-I think it's a bit too soon to discuss such bold ideas," she said before her expression darkened. "Besides, my home mostly lies in ruin these days. Even if it didn't, I would never be allowed to marry or be who I wanted. It's a shame, really; I bet Chloe could catch a golden Makango if she were so inclined." She chuckled half-heartedly and forced a smile.
Annabelle giggled to herself and looked back at the tigers. "Well, you're not in Novoselic either way, and if we're still going to be stuck in here for a while, you might as well be who you want to be. Right? I don't really get it yet myself, but I know some of the others want to be in relationships so they can be happy. You should, too!" the Investigator explained cheerfully.
"Good grief, you're too smart for your own good!" Laris chuckled lightly as she folded her arms behind her back. "You're wiser than most adults, too. How are you holding up, though? I mean, with what happened yesterday and this morning... I promise I won't baby you; I just want you to know that you can talk about it if you want."
"I've seen dead bodies before. That's not really what was bothering me." Annabelle thought for a few moments before turning back towards Laris. "I already talked about it a bit with Captain, but I guess I'm just afraid about letting everyone down. I wanted to have the plan work, because it meant we could save everyone. I know it wasn't my fault, but it just felt like I had failed the others."
The Knight took a measured breath before speaking. "I know this isn't the most comforting thing to hear, but failure is a part of life. I learned that the hard way myself. The best we can do is learn from our failures and do what we must to avoid making the same mistakes twice."
Annabelle nodded slowly to her words. "Yeah, Captain said something similar about how you learn more from when things go bad." The young girl placed her index finger against her chin in thought for a moment. "I guess if both of you are saying it, it must be true, huh? Though that also means you both had to deal with some bad things happening, right?" Annabelle asked with a hint of sadness to her voice.
"I think Captain and I have our share of stories, but we try to avoid letting that consume us. Enough heavy talk for now. We're supposed to be enjoying the zoo, are we not? I believe there are more exhibits calling our name. Maybe we can even find a platypus," Laris suggested as she held out her arm in a chivalrous manner.
The Investigator beamed as she gladly took Laris' arm. "You're right, so let's get going! Maybe we can even find some Novoselican animals, too!"
1:28 P.M Day Nine
Resort District
Courtyard
The Ultimate Runner let out a deep breath as she bent over and pressed her hands to her knees. "Sheesh, where could he be? The people behind this could have at least put braille on my phone so I could actually use it." She huffed.
"Did you need help look- excuse me, searching for someone?" Sigmund's voice came from behind her.
The bob-haired girl quickly sprang into the air with a squeal and whirled around. A goofy smile spread across her face as she planted both hands square on her hips. "There you are! Just the guy I was looking for!"
Sigmund tilted his head and rested against his crutch. "Oh? What could you possibly need me for? I don't have much to offer in the conversation department; I'm a rather dull person." He lightly chuckled to himself.
"Aww, don't be that way! We're ultimates, right? I doubt any of us are dull." The Ultimate Runner chortled as she rocked back and forth on her feet. "Uh, I was hoping to ask you about something. You're like, a super Judo master, right?"
Sigmund raised an eyebrow. "Am I? Who did you hear that from?"
Shiho stuck her tongue out. "Chloe might have mentioned something. To be honest, I came to her first, but she said you'd be a better sensei. Will you take me as a pupil? Please?"
Sigmund pressed his fist over his mouth for a moment and then gently nodded. "No."
The Ultimate Runner slowly ticked her head to the side. "Can I at least ask why? I promise I don't wanna hurt anyone. I just figured that I make a pretty big target, and I wanna be able to protect myself if anything bad happens."
He let out a long sigh. "Slow down, and please don't put words into my mouth. You'll have to forgive my bluntness. There are just... several issues here."
Sigmund paused in an uneasy manner before continuing, "For starters... there isn't much I can teach you. The Judo I practice has been modified to accommodate for my circumstances." He tapped his crutch against the ground.
"So it's impossible, then?" Shiho asked quietly as her chin dipped ever so slightly. "Is there no way I could learn even some basics?"
"It's not impossible, but there's an even more pressing reason why I shouldn't instill you with the false sense of security that martial arts can give you."
Sigmund leaned forward.
"Listen. There is a first and most important lesson that is universal to practically all martial arts. If you ever find yourself under attack, simply run. You, Shiho, happen to be a fantastic runner. Of course, for some of us, running isn't an option, but that's another matter entirely." Sigmund finished his explanation with a wan glance at his missing leg.
The buxom runner offered a surprised expression. "So come fight or flight, I should trust flight, huh? I'm sorry for bothering you, Sigmund. It's just, after finding Otto and this morning, I feel super anxious now. Like, I always try to keep smiling, but I'm scared deep down."
Sigmund blinked twice, then let out another long sigh. "Ahh, I know there are things I should be saying to you right now, but... I'm just not the right person for it. Not at this moment. I'm sorry." Slowly, he began to hobble away.
"Hey! That's alright! Maybe we could do something else, instead?" Shiho suggested as she jogged after him. "Iunno if now is a good time for any of us to be alone, ya know?"
Sigmund turned his head around. "Shiho... at the very least, you don't have to put on a smile for me."
A sigh escaped the Runner. "Nothing good comes from moping. I'm blind, you're missing some limbs, and we're in a killing game. I'd rather live every day like it's my last one, just in case it is. That's why I try to smile, even if I don't feel like it sometimes."
Sigmund softly shook his head. "I won't call that a foolish way of life... but I disagree. I live as though none of these days will ever be my last. I can't afford to die here, Shiho, and neither can you."
He quickly gave himself a light smack on the forehead. "Oh. I ended up saying too much, after all. My bad. I shouldn't talk as if I've got it all figured out or anything." He chuckled awkwardly.
Shiho paused momentarily as she chewed on her lower lip. "I don't know about that. It seems like you have things better sorted than I do. Sigmund, if the traitor is one of us, who do you think it is? Who would do something like that to the rest of us?"
"You," Sigmund said plainly with a shrug.
A moment later, he shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, that was a bad attempt at a joke. I've never been much of a comedian."
"That's a relief. I was afraid I was gonna have to kill you," Shiho deadpanned before a playful smirk spread across her face.
"Ha. Ha." Despite himself, Sigmund couldn't help but smile. A few seconds later, he wiped the expression off his face.
The Runner continued to jog in place as she followed next to Sigmund. "Whelp, I'm glad that there might be just a tiny sense of humor in ya. Don't worry, it'll be our secret!"
2:03 P.M Day Nine
Resort District
Hotel (Lobby)
Tomoko slowly pried her gaze away from the shogi board and to the boy seated across from her. "Though I do very much enjoy an excuse to play shogi, I find myself suspicious, nonetheless. It seems the good will I built after the second trial was mostly lost after what happened last night, and yet you seem to follow me around like a lost puppy. What are you up to?" she asked as her eyes narrowed slightly at the Journalist.
Lachlan scratched his chin in thought before breaking his focus away from the game. "What, don't like the attention? I can tell you had noble intentions. Not happy you had the kid in the line of fire, but it's not exactly like any of us are safe here," he explained with a shrug. He glanced back at the board and carefully moved a piece forward a space, before sliding it back. "Tch, hard to figure out my next move. In both of these games, really."
An exaggerated sigh escaped the Shogi Player's lips as she folded her arms. "Safety is truly an illusion, which is why you sometimes have to take risky, calculated moves to advance forward. Whatever was at risk, the pay off would have been worth it to all of us. However, that is a moot point now. If there is indeed a mole, we have to snuff them out before they strike. Someone who has aligned themselves with our captors won't likely surrender themselves. You're the Ultimate Investigative Journalist. What does your gut tell you? Surely, you have at least a guess of who it may be."
"That's the thing. I don't have any one suspect." Lachlan groaned. He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, the ones that most jump to me as suspicious are people like Seikatsu. We don't know everything going on with her personalities. Outside of her, Chloe was at the scene of the crime and could have agreed to your plan to give herself an excuse for why it wasn't her." The Journalist shook his head with a sigh. "If it's not them, it could be someone who has the trust of the class. People like Soo Yeong, Churi and Kaizoku are well-liked, so they could hide under people's noses. At that point, it's just baseless accusations, really."
A sliver of a smirk appeared on Tomoko's lips. "I mostly agree with your thoughts, but I'm almost a little hurt that you don't consider me a suspect. If I were in your shoes, I'd suspect me. Though, perhaps you do suspect me and are just keeping that to yourself."
Lachlan returned with a sly grin of his own. "Well, I can't go playing all my cards at once. Either way, is anyone really above suspicion? Even the investigator?" the Journalist mused before reaching out and sliding one of his pieces forward towards the girl.
The Shogi Player unconsciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd say no one is above suspicion, except perhaps for you. Were you the one who killed Komaeda, I'm sure we would have smelled a faint hint of spices, even over the blood. I'm convinced you carry hot sauce in your pockets at all times."
"Heh. Sounds like having good taste really paid off," the Journalist remarked as he crossed his arms. "But seriously, we need to think of a good way to shrink our list of suspects. Got any place to start?"
"If it were up to me, we'd all agree to stay in the same room and only alternate for bathroom breaks till three days have passed. However, it's clear no one is going to be eager to listen to me after what happened last night. As for practical means of finding a suspect, we have a couple of options, neither of which will make us very popular. We could spy on the others or attempt to infiltrate their rooms when they're gone. It is possible our traitor may have something in their room that serves as a smoking gun. Accessing the phones of everyone would be another option, though that seems even more difficult." Tomoko weighed the options and crossed her legs.
"I'm sure everyone is going to agree to that genius plan after the reception of your last one, but maybe it's not a bad idea to do some snooping around," Lachlan admitted. He locked eyes with Tomoko with a harsh glare. "This is going to be dangerous. Even if they're not the mole, if someone catches us with some other kind of sensitive stuff, it could be the end of us."
The Shogi Player bit her thumb as her brow furrowed. "Yes, and the last thing I need is anymore bad publicity. There is something else we should keep in mind: if the mole really targets someone, there are two likely scenarios. Either they go after the easiest target, or one that could threaten to expose them. If the latter is true, we should be extra cautious. Were it me, I would remove a dangerous piece off the board, rather than an inconsequential one."
"Hmm. If I was working for the likes of Kurokuma, I'd want to take out anyone who could upset or spoil the game," the Journalist agreed as he rose from his seat. "Looks like I'm gonna have to bow out of the rest of this game. I'm going to start laying a bit low, myself. Try to keep an eye out for a couple of people who would be a target. Stay safe, okay, Tomo?"
Tomoko nodded softly before allowing a tiny smirk to spread across her face. "Very well, just remember you owe me a game. I'm not in the habit of postponing a match," she said as her expression softened. "Be careful yourself, Lach. You're one of the few people here I can tolerate."
Lachlan had already started to walk off, but he stopped at her words. He peeked back over his shoulder at her with a grin. "See, this is why I love spicy things. Really does the trick at melting through those icy hearts."
"Tch. Dream on, idiot!" Tomoko huffed as she tilted her head away to hide the faintest hint of a flush on her face.
3:45 P.M Day Nine
Carnival District
Food Stands
The Ultimate Parental Figure and Ultimate Sailor found themselves in the midst of several large food carts. The various kumas running the stands seemed to pay the pair no mind as they juggled various utensils. The mouthwatering smell of grilled meats, vegetables, and sickly sweet candy wafted into the air. Despite all this, the district itself had become far more quiet in the absence of Yushikuma.
"Kaizoku, I just want to thank you for being by Annabelle's side. She really needed it. I wish I had more control over myself back then, but… some painful memories had resurfaced."
The Sailor looked up from the food stand in front of them and met eyes with Haruto. "You're welcome, lad, and don't worry about it. I don't think anyone would blame you. It was a bad situation, but at least the minnow was much stronger than most would expect from a kid her age."
"Yeah, you're right," Haruto said. For a moment, he looked lost in thought, but then he let out a soft laugh. "You know, I get the feeling you've done stuff like that before. You have this brotherly vibe to you. If you don't mind me asking, what was your family life like?"
Kaizoku noticeably stiffened at the other boy's words. "Y'know, before coming here, I thought I'd never talk about all this. Guess it's better this way," he muttered with a sigh. The Sailor shook his head before continuing. "Yeah, I have a little sister named Kaisui. After the death of our father, it came down to me to look after her."
Haruto's eyes softened. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. It must have been rough for both of you. I know it was for Sigmund. He had to look after two sisters after both of his parents died. Wait… did your mother… pass away, too? I didn't hear you mention her."
"No, she's still alive. After Dad died, she sank into a depression and never tried to get better. Anytime I tried to help her, she'd just remind me that it was my fault," Kaizoku explained quietly as he looked down at the selection of food again. "Kaisui was taking it rough, too. She was only nine when it happened, and she spent all of her time with Dad before that. I'm just glad my granddad was still around to help us out."
Haruto had closed his eyes while listening to the Sailor, but it was clear he was listening. He was taking in every detail. When he opened his eyes, they shone bright with determination. He then looked straight at the other boy.
"Kaizoku, you tried to help me when I was close to a meltdown, and you have always been there for Annabelle," he said with increasing confidence. "Now, I want to return the favor. I know it's hard to discuss, but please tell me what happened with your father. You don't have to tell me everything; I just need enough for me to help you."
The Sailor scratched his beard in thought before responding. "Well, I had been wanting to learn how to be a sailor from him practically as soon as I was able to walk. I grew up in Ine, a town where most of the houses sit on the water, so I was always near the sea. When I was eleven, Dad took me onto this boat that was docked at my family's company. It needed some engine repairs and Dad was going to show me. I got overzealous and ended up causing an explosion that burned me and... And killed my dad."
"...You remind me of someone," Haruto said. He dug into his pocket and fished out an iPhone-looking device.
"Oh yeah? And who would that be, lad?" Kaizoku asked as he raised a pierced brow. He looked down at the device rather curiously.
"Let me show you. This is a camera with a digital photo album; it takes pictures, saves them, and even prints them. I've snapped photos of every child I've helped out," he said while tapping the screen a few times. He turned the device to Kaizoku and then began to swipe at the screen.
There were hundreds of photos. Each one was a family-style photo of Haruto posing with a different child. These children varied by age and nationality, but they all had one thing in common: they were all happy. Genuinely happy. The photos scrolled from left to right as the Parental Figure continued to swipe at the screen.
A small chuckle escaped the Sailor as he looked over the various pictures. "Looks like you've done a lot of good for a lot of kids."
"Thank you," Haruto said with a warm and nostalgic smile. Eventually, he reached the end of the album, which had a photo marked "Most Recent." He tapped it, causing it to cover the screen. He then pointed at the child in the photo, a Costa Rican boy who looked to be around seven years old. He was wearing a seashell necklace, as was Haruto. "This is Kitai Riveros. Your story has a lot in common with his."
Kaizoku nodded, signaling the boy to continue, so he did. "His father was a fisherman and, like you, he wanted to follow in his footsteps. They always went on fishing trips together, but a terrible storm sunk their ship one day. The poor boy had washed up on a rock with a cave, and his father had died. He was stuck there with his corpse for a week-and-a-half until some men on another boat rescued him. Since then, he had been in a daze. He would have hallucinations of his dad and hear dolphin clicks, and the doctor visits didn't help him much. That's when I stepped in. I reached out to his mother after hearing about the incident, and she said yes to my offer to volunteer on the spot. I spent the next month or two trying to help him overcome his trauma by providing him with fatherly comfort, but then the Agents of Despair captured me."
The taller boy's expression darkened as he listened to the story. After Haruto finished, Kaizoku placed a hand on the blue-haired boy's shoulder. "You must be worried about him. It's a rough world out there right now." The Sailor's hand tightened a bit before he released the boy. "I know I've been worrying about Sui, especially since she was an Ultimate candidate, too. She might have been on that coaster, for all I know..."
"You're right about one thing," Haruto said as he put his hand on the Sailor's shoulder. "I am worried about Kit, but I'm also certain that he and Kaisui are both safe. I know I tend to doubt myself every now and then, but that's why I have you guys to snap me out of it. You can't assume the worst of things, Kaizoku. You said that you killed your father by trying to fix an engine, but there's no way you can be so certain of that. The engine could have been doomed to explode from the start. You tinkering with it could have done nothing. Heck, do you even know why it was broken to begin with? Somebody could have messed with it in a drunken stupor, or they could have done it intentionally. There simply isn't enough info for you to conclude that you caused his death!"
He then wrapped Kaizoku in a tight, fatherly hug.
"That's why I wanted to tell you about Kitai. You both lived your lives by the sea and wanted to be like your dads, but you both lost them to poor circumstances. Not murders. When we get out of here, we're going to find him and Kasui." A passionate smile grew on his face. "I know he would get along with both of you so well."
"He certainly sounds like someone we'd get along with," Kaizoku said as he returned the hug. "I suppose that is just something we have to strive for."
After a few brief moments, the Sailor pulled away from the embrace."You're not the first person here to tell me I'm not to blame, and I know in the end whether I actually killed him or not doesn't really change the past. I can only keep moving forward, just with a bit less weight on my heart." The Sailor reached into his backpack, fished out an ID card, and showed it to the other boy. The ID was for Hope's Peak, class 54-A, with the name Kokai Dokuro, Ultimate Naval Mechanic. The photo almost looked like it was Kaizoku himself, save for the fact Kokai's hair was bleached blond and had his ears pierced. Otherwise, the two were almost indistinguishable. Kokai's uniform was worn improperly with no tie, jacket, or vest. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up, showing the same tattoo that Kaizoku now had exposed. "It used to be really rough seeing his face always looking back at me. Maybe I can just be glad that I did become him in a way."
"There's no doubt in my mind," Haruto said as he pointed to the sky. "Up there, he is proud of you. Even though I don't know him, I'd say you are like him, and he couldn't be more proud." He put his camera away and took a glance at the food. "Why don't we start eating? You're probably hungry. I know I am."
A tired smile pulled at Kaizoku's lips as he pocketed the ID. The Sailor nodded and threw an arm around Haruto's shoulders. "Aye, sounds good to me, lad. Let's get something before we go meet up with the others!"
4:36 P.M Day Nine
Resort District
Hotel
Fifth Floor (Room 508)
"Are you sure that you wish to know the truth? Sometimes, it is better to leave such things hidden. I cannot control what the cards will spell out," Seikatsu warned as she sat cross-legged in a chair across from the Ultimate Poet.
Utano swallowed and meekly nodded his head in response. "Yes, I have to know! I haven't always made the best impression, but I need to know if there's a chance I can make Soo Yeong realize how much he means to me. I just HAVE to have him!"
The Tarotologist eyed him curiously for a moment, as she shuffled her deck of cards. "Very well, but I hope you're prepared no matter what the results are."
"Of course. There's nothing that will stop me from showing him my love. I know that he'll understand; I just need some guidance," the Poet said as a smile crept across his face.
Seikatsu pulled the first card before examining it closely. "Well, I do have some good news. Soo Yeong seems to be very reluctant with romance, but someone very soon will capture his heart. He won't even see it coming, but someone will find their way into his heart."
The Ultimate Poet squealed in delight. "So he'll finally acknowledge my feelings?! I just knew it! I spent hours before going to sleep every night just writing poems about him, and finally that love will reach him!"
"I would advise against jumping to conclusions. I didn't specify who he fell in love with, just that someone would capture his heart," the Tarotologist said as in calm demeanor.
A flash of rage shone in Utano's eyes as his fingernails dug into the wooden table. "Are you saying there is someone else out there that deserves my dear Soo Yeong more than me?!" he nearly shouted.
A solemn expression appeared on Seikatsu's face. "Do you wish for me to continue or not? My opinion has no power here. I'm merely relaying the message of the cards."
"Just tell me how I capture Soo Yeong's attention. Nothing else matters!" Utano said as he clasped his hands together.
"Very well, just keep your outbursts to a minimum," the girl said as she pulled a second card down and laid it down on the table, scrutinizing it. "Someone will capture his affection tonight. However, what comes of such a union seems to be in peril. Great risk seems to be associated with this love."
"RISK? Nothing will come between me and Soo Yeong. I won't let anyone get between us." Utano seethed before taking an uneven breath. "I'm sorry. Please, continue."
Seikatsu hesitated for a long moment before revealing the final card and resting it onto the table. "The final card represents you, Utano. It represents the heartache you will experience seeing the one you cherish with someone else entirely. No matter how hard you try, you will never capture his heart. It will belong to someone else."
The Poet's green eyes seemed to flicker to a crimson red color as he grabbed the bottom of the table and flipped it, sending the cards flying in the process.
"W-What are you doing?" Seikatsu stammered out as she took several uneven steps backwards.
"TAKE THAT BACK!" Utano roared, baring his teeth as a look of madness shone in his eyes.
The Tarotologist shivered. "Take what back? I only told you what I saw!"
"LIES! You're just trying to get in my way. He belongs to me. Anyone that gets in the way of our love will be removed," he said as he stalked forward and pulled a letter opener out of his pocket...
5:11 P.M Day Nine
Resort District
Hotel
First Floor (Storage Room)
"I-I just can't do it. It's too much." Dolly shuddered as she stared weakly at Naruhiko.
The Punk Musician offered her a mischievous grin. "Course ya can! You just gotta use both hands for it. It might be hard at first but, with some practice, you'll get used to it."
The Ultimate Ventriloquist nervously stared at the long object before her. "Do you really think I can handle it? I've never done anything like this before. I'm afraid Becky will get upset."
"Relax! It's only for a few minutes, I'm sure she can just sit and watch us," the boy said with a grin.
"Wouldn't that be awkward, though? I'm just not sure," Dolly stammered as she cast a glance down at her trusted doll.
Becky offered a disgruntled sigh. "Would you two stop dancing around and just fucking get on with it?"
"Hah, works for me! Should I get some protection for ya, Dolly?" Naruhiko asked as he quirked a brow.
The Ventriloquist offered a meek shake of her head as she deposited Becky hesitantly onto a storage crate. "N-No that's not necessary. I can manage without."
A chuckle escaped the boy. "Bahaha! Now that's the spirit! Just don't say I didn't warn ya. If something happens, I'll take responsibility."
"R-Really, it's okay. My fingers are calloused as it is. Believe it or not, I'm tougher than I look," Dolly responded.
Naruhiko grinned as he handed her a guitar. "Hey, that's a good thing! I've seen strings totally fuck up people's fingers. It's good to have thicker skin!"
Dolly awkwardly positioned her hands around the neck as she stared up at the boy curiously. "Uh, why are we practicing in here of all places? Don't you think people will get the wrong idea?"
"What?! No freaking way! This place just has the best acoustics. I would have had the entire show here, but there just wasn't enough space!" The Musician snorted.
"That better be the case. If you try to make a move on Dolls, I'll give you another piercing. Capiche?" Becky's voice seemed to be coming from the inanimate doll.
Naruhiko eyed the doll with a surprised expression. "Jesus fuck, you're really good at throwing your voice. Guess you're called the Ultimate Ventriloquist for a reason, huh?"
Dolly offered a tiny smile. "It's one of the few redeeming qualities I have in this wretched world, though if I know how to play an instrument, I might have another worthwhile ability."
"Yeesh, we gotta work on your confidence. If you don't believe in yourself, you're gonna crash and burn before you even start," the Musician pointed out. "So what's your story, anyways? It's gotta be pretty wild, am I right?"
Dolly seemed to wilt slightly as she let the guitar slump into her lap. "Not wild. If anything, it was a living nightmare. I grew up poor and my parents constantly drank every bit of money we had away. They would fly into drunken rages and I was often the subject of their torments. The kids at school weren't any better; because I was malnourished, and because of my creepy appearance, they treated me like garbage. I turned to dolls so I could have a friend to play with, someone who would actually care about me. Of all my dolls, Becky was my favorite. We went on so many adventures together, and eventually I brought her to school. I thought that maybe she could help me make more friends. They only saw her as creepy like me, and one boy tried to rip her head off," she said as tears began to sting her eyes.
"Fucking pricks!" Naruhiko hissed as he took a seat next to her on a dilapidated couch. "Kids are just fucking assholes. In fact, most of the world ain't much better, which is why ya gotta find people like me. People that'll have your back. You don't need the world; you just need the right kind of friends."
"Not much has changed, though," Dolly said as she eyed Becky with a sad smile. "Becky is still my only friend in the world. People are the worst."
The boy shook his head before throwing an arm around her shoulder. "Nah, that ain't true at all! People are shit, that's true, but you got friends. Way I figure it, we're all friends, aren't we? I mean, we've already been through so much crap together. We just gotta stick it out till the end."
The Ultimate Ventriloquist's eyes widened slightly. "W-We're friends?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Hell yeah! Who gives a shit if you're different?! That's what makes you special! People who don't understand that can go fuck themselves!" Naruhiko howled. "Now whaddya say we get started? I'd like to get some practice done before dinner!"
A rare, sincere smile spread across Dolly's face as she gently clutched at the guitar. "R-Right. I'll do my very best."
5:49 P.M Day Nine
Resort District
Hotel
First Floor (Kitchen)
"Ewww! What's the smell?!" Annabelle whined. She covered her nose and regarded Soo Yeong, who stood preparing some sort of dish.
A chuckle escaped the Plastic Surgeon as he glanced at her with his visible eye. "Steamed broccoli. It seems my choice in dinner doesn't quite appeal to you. What does your family make back home?"
The Forensic Investigator shrugged halfheartedly before hopping onto a nearby counter. She kicked her legs back and forth. "All sorts of stuff, though I'm not really big on most veggies." she said with a look of disgust. "Say, Doctor Yeong, can I ask you something SUPER important?"
"Why of course. What's on your mind, Annabelle?" the Surgeon asked as he reached for a small bowl.
Annabelle's brow furrowed. "If we get out of this mess together, and I don't develop much, can you give me really big breasts when I turn eighteen?"
The normally collected man nearly dropped the bowl as his visible eye widened. He then let out a weak chuckle. "Why in the world are you even thinking about that? I think it's a few years too early to worry about such things."
"Aww, but that's what everyone says! I wanna be super stacked when I get big! Chloe, Shiho, Laris, Seikatsu, and Tiana all have big breasts! I wanna be just like 'em!" she said as she pumped her fist into the air.
Soo Yeong shook his head as he carefully filled his bowl and faced her once more. "There is a notion that being petite or being curvy is the only way to be seen beautiful, but beauty is all about self-confidence. You don't have to be busty in order to achieve that."
The Forensic Investigator offered a small pout. "I know, but I bet having a pair of big tatas would make me feel REALLY confident."
"Let nature take its course first. If you feel that way in the future, we'll discuss it then." The Surgeon offered her a warm smile as he collected a fork.
"Fine! I guess that's better than a no," Annabelle muttered as she eyed the bowl in his hands before crinkling her nose. "Bleh! Is that all you're eating?"
The Ultimate Plastic Surgeon chuckled as he held the bowl up playfully. "Yes. I'm eating rather light, as Churi and I have plans this evening."
"WOAH! Hold the phone! You and Churi are gonna do grown up stuff together? Like Chloe and Laris?!" Annabelle squealed giddily as she hopped off the counter.
The dark-haired man shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing of the sort. I understand that Churi has feelings for me, and I thought I would convey that I appreciate those feelings, but that I can't return them in a cordial way."
"What? Why not?" Annabelle asked as she followed the tall boy's stride.
"Romance is just a dangerous thing to focus on at this time and, as vain as it sounds, I often feel that people long for my company because of my appearance and nothing more," the Surgeon responded as he took a seat at a small table.
The tiny Investigator wiggled into the chair next to him. "But that's not fair! You can't just make such assumptions without giving people the chance! Churi is the Ultimate Love Guru for a reason! Do you think she would be shallow?"
Soo Yeong stabbed a piece of broccoli before popping it into Annabelle's mouth, causing the girl to flail and squirm until she finally swallowed it. "You're a little meddler, aren't you? You might be right, though. Perhaps I have become too jaded; the world tends to do that to people after a while. No matter what happens, I will make sure she has a nice evening before I let her down."
Annabelle cringed as she made a smacking sound several times. "I think you're just a big scaredy cat! Who thinks so much about mushy things? Just let things play out, sheesh!" She huffed as she rose from her chair and stomped out of the kitchen.
The Plastic Surgeon watched her with a bemused expression as he took a small bite of broccoli. "Just let things play out, huh? I suppose there's no harm in letting things take their course."
6:20 P.M Day Nine
Resort District
Hotel
Fifth Floor (Room 503)
Chloe offered a mischievous smirk as she stared intently at Tiana, who sat next to her on the couch. "Oh, I've seen that look before. It doesn't take a psychic to know you're here looking for something. What's on your mind, darling?"
The Dominatrix took a moment to take a deep breath. "First of all, thank you for agreeing to talk with me on such short notice..." Tiana said before shaking her head. "Ugh, sorry. Usually, I'm not so nervous about this kind of thing, but I know I need some advice. Girl to girl, you see."
"There's no need to be nervous. I'm quite adept at keeping secrets." She chuckled lightly as she picked up a tea cup and took a small sip of its contents. "Just take your time. I'll provide you with whatever help I can."
"I really am acting silly about this. I guess I'm just not used to feeling butterflies in my stomach." Tiana placed a hand onto her cheek with a sigh. "Might as well just come right out with it. I'm falling in love with Haruto."
A trill of laughter escaped the Fashion Designer as she set her cup down. "My, I didn't expect you to declare it so boldly. I can certainly see the chemistry between the two of you. Despite having very different talents, you both are genuinely concerned for the well-being of others, namely Annabelle. Tell me, have you expressed your feelings for him, yet?"
Tiana quickly took her own cup and took a sip. "That's the problem. I've never been afraid of dominating people because of my talent. However, when it comes to talking to Haruto, I just dance around the subject," she explained as she sat down the cup.
"Well, there seems to be another issue as well. Judging by what happened with Tomoko, it seems that he may have some personal issues to sort through. He seems quite mature for his age, but I'm not sure relying on flirting will work for someone like him. I know this might be the most meaningless kind of advice, but I would continue reaching out to him. Take things slow; relationships are different for everyone. A guy that carried you around like that during the second motive is a keeper. He risked his own well-being for yours. I'd say make your intentions clear, but don't smother him. Let him decide if he wishes to reciprocate," Chloe said as she rested a hand against her chin.
The Dominatrix gently took ahold of the other girl's hand and lightly squeezed it. "Yes, that does sound like the best course of action. I can't just worry about my own feelings. If he is going through something, I should try to be there for him like last night." She released the Designer's hand and once again took a sip of her tea. "I ran into him after the whole incident. It was heartbreaking to see him so upset over everything. It didn't feel right to tell him then, so I kept it to myself."
Chloe offered a knowing smile. "You really have it bad for him, don't you? Listen. Actions always speak louder than words. Just be there for him and let him be there for you in return. Don't be afraid to open up to him. You want him to start thinking about you like you're constantly thinking about him, right? Relationships are give and take; let him take interest in your life. A girl shouldn't have to do all the work."
Tiana chuckled for a moment as she set down the cup again. "You're right. I wouldn't want to ruin things between us, after all," she mused while tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Tell me, Chloe, have you taken to anyone here as well?"
"It's funny you ask that. I've been in relationships in the past, but they were usually just frivolous and nothing more than a mere night of passion. I've never actually slept with someone without sex being involved," Chloe admitted as a tiny smile pulled at her lips. "Last night, though, I lay with Laris and held her all night. I was doing it for her benefit, but I think, deep down, I needed it as well. There's something indescribable about waking up and feeling the warmth of someone you care about in your arms."
"You and Laris? I see. I had thought she had eyes for Shiho. I even ended up giving her some advice, too, though I hadn't really wanted to go meddling in her love life." The blonde nodded with her own knowing smile. "I have spent my entire career as a Dominatrix laying with people, being there for them. Never anything sexual, mind you, just some comfort to help them carry on with their lives."
The Fashion Designer offered Tiana a wink. "I'm glad you're finally thinking about yourself. As important as it is to tend to others, you have to look after your own needs too," she said as she reached out and patted Tiana's hand. "If you and Haruto decide to get physical with one another, don't hesitate to ask me for advice. I'll give you a few tips to blow his mind, along with other things."
A faint blush spread across Tiana's face and she giggled. She carefully stood up from the couch and straightened out her skirt. "Thank you so much for lending me your ear this evening, as well as the advice. I'll definitely try to put it into practice. I may just take you up on that offer as well, though I'll wait on that for now."
"Of course, darling. I almost feel like a big sister, offering advice. Why don't I walk with you? I don't like the idea of anyone being alone outside this room during this motive," she said as she stood up, brushing her own clothes off.
Tiana nodded as she turned back towards the raven haired girl. "Yes, this motive is a bit of a concern, isn't it? I would appreciate your help very much. I feel a little silly since it's only one floor down, but you can't be too safe, especially given our circumstances."
Chloe reached out and gently patted the other girl's shoulder. "There's no reason to take unnecessary risks. Not till this blows over, at least."
7:04 P.M Day Nine
Amusement Park District
Trolley
Churi let out a squeal of delight as the trolley she and Soo Yeong were seated on whirled throughout the center of the amusement park. "Oh my goodness, would you look at all the lights? It's so beautiful at night. It almost looks like a cluster of stars."
The Plastic Surgeon regarded the Guru with a fond smile as he watched her enthusiastically peer around the moving trolley. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Churi. I wasn't sure if you'd accept my invitation in the first place."
"Are you kidding?" the Love Guru asked with a laugh, as she gently squeezed one of the Surgeon's arms. "I never thought in a million years you'd ask me out like this. I-I'm sorry for not having the courage to ask you myself, and for putting Kaizoku up to it."
"You're fine, Churi. In fact, I'm actually really enjoying myself. It's nice being around someone who can find bright spots in any situation. This is far better than sulking back at the hotel, don't you think?" the Surgeon said with a small smile.
The Guru responded with her own bright smile. "Of course. I know we have the mole to worry about, but we can't let that consume us. That would just be giving the bear what he wants."
Soo Yeong smiled sincerely as he relaxed into his seat. "You really are a breath of fresh air, Churi. Can I ask you something? Something that might be a bit personal?"
"Sure! What do you want to know?" Churi questioned while giving the Surgeon's arm a squeeze.
The Surgeon self-consciously adjusted his combed-over hair. "...Why me? Is it just because of the way I look? …I'm sorry, I know that's a horribly conceited thing to say. I'm just so used to people judging me for my appearance. I fear that's the only thing Utano sees when he stares at me. He doesn't care in the slightest about who I am, but rather how I look."
"Well, I would be lying if I said it wasn't part of it," Churi admitted shyly. She closed her eyes and opened them again after a deep breath. "I mentioned this to you what feels like forever ago, but I do mean it. 'The soul is the most important part.' I truly believe that. While you are attractive, that is just a small facet of who you are. You have shown yourself to be one of the kindest and most thoughtful men I've ever met."
Soo Yeong's visible eye widened in response. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't seem to find the right words. He tentatively reached out and took one of her hands into his. "I know we've been out here for a few hours already, but what would you say to another trip around the park? I'm not ready to go back yet," he admitted.
Churi's face began to heat up as she moved a bit closer against the Surgeon. "I'd say that sounds wonderful to me. I know you were worried about this - so was I, honestly - but I'm having an amazing time. It'd be a shame to end it so soon."
"Then it's decided. The nights here are unseasonably cool, aren't they?" the Surgeon asked as he extended his arm before resting it around her shoulder. "If you get cold, you can lean on me for warmth."
"I suppose it's because we're so close to the ocean." The Guru felt a cool breeze blow against her exposed arms. "Well, if you're going to offer, I'd be more than happy to take you up on that," Churi mused. She started moving even closer to Soo Yeong's side.
A chuckle escaped the fair-faced young man as he gently squeezed her. "Churi? Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun."
The Guru smiled softly. She quietly watched the lights of the park move by, while the trolley made its way down the tracks. "Especially since coming here. Thank you for inviting me along. This really is far better than spending my time fretting in the hotel."
"Sometimes we all need an escape. Tonight, we'll just enjoy this moment; tomorrow, we can go back to worrying about the killing game and everything else," Soo Yeong said as he leaned into the girl, oblivious to the shadow that quietly stalked from the back of the trolley.
6:24 A.M Day Ten
Amusement Park
Central Plaza
"Gosh, you guys are gonna have to pick up the pace! I'm not even going half of my full speed!" Shiho exclaimed as she crossed the threshold connecting the Resort and Amusement Park District. She jogged in place as she heard the footfalls many strides behind her.
Naruhiko grunted. "God, I think my fucking chest is going to explode. This is what I get for smoking… so damn much." He wheezed as he tried to keep up with Kaizoku.
"Come on, lad, we've barely even started. I may not be as fast as the lass, but even I'm used to working all day long!" The Sailor let loose a hearty laugh, though his mirth faded when he looked over his shoulder at Naruhiko with a hint of worry. "But seriously, are you doing okay, Naru? Want us to stop for a bit?"
The Musician smiled through gritted teeth. "Course not! I got this shit! I'm not some punk bitch!" he yelled as he continued to kick his aching legs forward. "How does someone so short and busty move so damn fast?" he managed between breaths as they crossed through the threshold Shiho had reached several seconds earlier. The Runner bounced in place until they were again caught up. "Shiho, how much more do we have left?"
The blind girl grinned. "Oh, we're just starting. The plan was to start at the hotel, run to reach this district, do a lap around the amusement park, and finally stop once we reach the hotel again. We'll keep it easy today and only do a single lap!" she exclaimed as she gave the pair a thumbs up.
Kaizoku snickered in response. "Sounds good to me. Think you'll be able to handle that one, old timer? Or should I just start carrying you now?" the Sailor teased as he slapped Naruhiko on the back.
"Oh fuck me," Naruhiko wheezed as his face grew very pale. "No fucking way."
"Aww, it won't be so bad, Naru! Worst case scenario, I'll carry both of you boys! I'm tougher than I look!" Shiho said, flexing her little arms.
The Punk Musician swallowed a lump in his throat. "No, it's not that. Zoku, look!" Naruhiko yelled as he pointed towards a crumpled form that lay about a hundred feet away on the cobblestone pathway.
Kaizoku's eyes lit up in shock. "What the hell? Dammit!" The Sailor swore as he took off running towards the person.
"G-Guys? W-What's going on?" Shiho stammered out in confusion.
"Sorry to say our exercise is over for now, Shiho," Naruhiko said as he reached out and took her hand. "Looks like we have another damn murder on our hands,"
"W-Who is it?" Shiho asked nervously as she was guided forward by Naruhiko.
The pair arrived a few moments after Kaizoku to see the body up close. There on the ground lay the still body of the Ultimate Poet. His cap was nowhere to be seen, and his hair was unkempt. A manic smile was plastered across his face, but his neck lay twisted in an unnatural manner.
"Utano..." Naruhiko breathed as he stared down at the cold form of the deceased poet.
"What happened to him?" Shiho asked in a shaky breath as she clutched Naruhiko's arm.
Kaizoku rested a hand over his chest. "I'm no expert, but even I can tell the lad's neck is broken. Why his body was left here in the middle of the plaza is beyond me."
Before anyone else could respond, they registered a cry of anguish in the distance.
DING DONG! A familiar chime played before Kurokuma's voice filled the dimly lit park. "Bahahaha! A nice dose of murder is the best way to start the day! Rise and shine, losers. Time to greet the day with despair! I wouldn't waste time on breakfast unless you wanna face another death game. Time is ticking!"
"What the shit? Forget that bastard! There's someone else out here! Motherfucker, someone might be in trouble!" Naruhiko gritted his teeth as he wheezed while barreling off towards the source of the sound.
Shiho held her hand up in a panicked manner. "N-Naru wait! Come on, Captain! We can't let him go off on his own!" she said with her voice cracking as she jogged after the Musician.
"This is a nightmare." Kaizoku spared one last look at the body of the Poet before turning on his heel and following suit. "Wait up, guys! Don't do anything to risky."
The trio only made it about a thousand feet before they arrived at of one of the trolleys that periodically circled the park. It was momentarily paused along the track. However, even by the dim light of the rising sun, the group could see a horrific sight.
There, seated at the front of the trolley, were two more bodies. The first was the Ultimate Love Guru, who lay slumped in a chair with her throat slit from ear to ear. Her once lovely dress was stained a striking pink color, and her eyes were shut, though a pained grimace still rested upon her pale face. Laying next to her, on the floor of the trolley, was none other than Soo Yeong. A butcher's knife was embedded into his thigh and a grotesque wound could be seen along his right shoulder. He, too, was pale, but his chest was still rising and falling. Despite losing blood, he still seemed very much alive.
Almost immediately, another chime filled the park. Kurokuma's voice echoed in the distance. "Wowza, that makes two stiffs back-to-back, with a third on the verge. Way to spice things up!"
"God dammit!" Naruhiko yelled as he slammed his fist into the side of the trolley car. "Who the fuck did this?!"
Kaizoku rushed onto the trolley and crouched beside the Plastic Surgeon. "Shit. Lad, are you still with us?" he asked frantically as he pulled the cloth off of his head and began to press it against the wound on the boy's shoulder.
Soo Yeong offered a ragged breath as he weakly lifted his chin. "K-Kaizoku? ...So I really did hear someone. Ch-Churi... That monster killed her and left me like this. Please, you have to make sure Utano is caught. He's lost his mind..."
"I don't think you have to worry about that," Shiho sniffed softly as she wiped at her milky eyes.
"Why is that? Did you already apprehend him?" Soo Yeong asked between sharp breaths.
Naruhiko shrugged out of his jacket as he climbed onto the trolley and knelt beside the wounded Surgeon. "'Fraid it's too late for that. Someone already got to him. Right now, we just need to focus on keeping you alive until the others arrive."
"I suppose we should get you moved to the first aid building before anything else. Since you're the expert, I'll leave it to you, but about the knife in your leg..." the Sailor muttered as he cast a wary look towards the embedded weapon.
Soo Yeong gritted his teeth as he weakly stared down at the knife. "I was afraid to remove it out of fear I'd bleed out. Get me to the first aid building and we'll remove it from there," he said in a pained voice.
Shiho wiped her eyes before straightening up. "Guys, I-I'm only really good at one thing. I-I'm gonna go find the others. No matter what Utano did, we can't let a killer get away. I'll guide them back to Utano with my sensors."
Kaizoku carefully placed an arm under Soo Yeong's legs and wrapped the other around his back. Trying to be mindful of the wounds, he hoisted the man up and got off of the trolley. "Come on, Naru, let's hurry!" the Sailor shouted as he started sprinting away.
? Survivors Remain
OMAKE
The camera turned on to show a green room filled with people. The frame focused on three people: a medium-height young man with black hair, a young woman with blue hair, and a young man who was smaller than the woman. All of them stood in front of the camera with smiles on their faces. "Hello, everyone!" the three greeted in unison.
"I'm Mikhail Mischak, and I played the Ultimate Taoist," Mikhail stated.
Miyaki's smile grew. "I'm Miyaki Hanao, and I played the Ultimate Circus Performer."
René waved at the camera. "And I'm René Musil! I played the Ultimate Exterminator."
"And this is the Post Game Talk Show!" the three introduced.
"We know that Tiana and Haruto have been the hosts for the past two shows, but they decided to pass the torch over to us three for today," Miyaki explained.
René nodded, practically bouncing where he stood. "And that's because today is the cast party for 'Sea of Tranquility!'" The people in the room cheered loudly.
Misuzu threw her fist in the air. "So many months of hard work have paid off!"
"I no longer have to play a psycho!" Dylan cheered.
"At least you died, Pipsqueak," Yukiko retorted. "Crit left in sequel bait for my character. I'm going to have to come back and play a fucking sociopath."
Natalie poked her head out of the crowd. "Watch the language! Kids might be watching this!"
Yukiko rolled her eyes. "If parents are letting their fucking kids watch the show, they can handle hearing me say fuck a few fucking times." An audible groan came from Natalie.
"Anyways," Mikhail interjected, "I think the people at home would probably like to see just how we're celebrating our show's finale."
Shohei stumbled on screen, hanging off of Zalicka. Both looked very inebriated. "By getting wasted!" The taller of the two cheered.
"Hell yeah!" Zalicka shouted, raising her hand in the air.
Miyaki chuckled nervously. "Please keep in mind that we have teens here."
"Yeah, don't scar the kids for life," René reprimanded.
Dylan, Sierra, Mirielle, Alex, and Ren all shouted, "Too late!"
Alex tapped his chin. "Although, I don't think my character was too traumatized."
"I had to see my girlfriend be covered in blood," Sierra claimed.
"We had to film an execution that ended with all of our limbs being switched around," Ren argued.
"Are they really arguing over who's more traumatized?" Hikari questioned, glancing up at Evan. Her boyfriend had an arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Evan nodded. "That seems to be the case."
"I had to film a scene where I violently attacked the sweetest girl in the whole cast, shortly after learning her leukemia was getting worse," Dylan added. The room became silent at that.
After a few seconds passed, Kakeru spoke up. "I think Dylan wins being the most traumatized by this show." Everyone mumbled their agreements.
"Speaking of Mallory, we want to thank you all for your kind words and prayers for her," Lee interjected, a small smile on his face.
Miyaki nodded. "Even though she couldn't be here tonight, she is getting better."
Before anyone else could speak up, the door swung open. A disgruntled Jason and Juzo were standing there, holding a passed out Anh. "There's my boy!" Zalicka cheered, stumbling over to the two men.
A loud whoop could be heard among the crowd. "Jason's here and he brought a cake!" Amare cheered.
"A beefcake, that is!" Lia added. A few people groaned at the joke while Juzo simply blushed.
"Why are people getting drunk?" Jason questioned. "I thought the kids were going to be here."
"We are," Ren stated, waving at Jason.
Mirielle let out an exaggerated gasp. "Our poor fragile little minds are being warped by all the drunkards. Catch me, Sierra." The smaller girl held out her arms and fell back.
"Well, we hope you all enjoyed this little peek into our party," Mikhail said, regaining the camera's focus. "But we should probably wrap this episode up."
"Ah, do we have to stop so soon?" René whined.
Miyaki glanced back at the party. "I think we should. Otherwise, we might traumatize our audience even further."
From the back of the room, a drunk Choko could be heard shouting, "Yeah, Tae, take it off!" A few seconds later, a pair of black pants flew onto René's head. Miyaki and Mikhail both snickered while the smaller boy threw the pants onto the floor.
René blushed wildly. "Yeah, we should probably end this now." He turned his attention to the camera. "Well, this was the Post Game Talk Show."
"And we'll see you all after the next episode," the trio said in unison, waving at the camera.
*AN* I wanna thank the betas as usual for the fantastic work and Fee5H and PettyPunk for writing the scene with Haruto/Kaizoku. Again I'd like to thank Bellatrixshine for another great Omake!
Review Section:
Blazerxz
Hey a Mastermind needs someone on the inside to make things go smoothly =)
Fee5H
My favorite part of your theories is that no matter whether they are right or wrong, they're always well thought out and logical. Good job as always bud and thanks again for your help this chapter!
The Celestial Sky Dragon
Bahaha I'm trying to pace these relationships in a different way in this fic. I feel like that feels more natural :P
TJMike
Well if he was the traitor, his neck just got snapped bahahaha.
NSPunny
What's always fun is to take several characters and make many of them suspicious so that not just one person stands out.
StoryProducer214
Look forward to your reaction after this chapter hehehe
JCW18
Well there's less possibilities now that the body count is going up hahaha
bellatrixshine
Everyone in this story needs hugs pronto! Thanks again for another wonderful omake, you rock!
Raz The Giant
She was indeed referring to a certain tactician. ;)
doomqwer
That's usually how it goes isn't it?
MudkipOfDespair
Gotta love some fluff before the despair sets in! :D