A/N: Dang, I didn't expect this to take up a lot of my time. I decided to split this large chapter into parts instead. Not to worry, hopefully the other parts won't be as long as this cesspool of nonsense. My Chiaki POV is... very different now that I look at it. From my understanding of UTDP Chiaki, she's a combination of her SDR2 and Despair Arc renditions so I figured that I fuse the two characters together instead. I might have botched up her character but that's up to you guys to figure that out.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

An intense and banshee-like scream accompanied by furious electric guitar strums and drum hits bounced around the walls of the sleeping supreme leader's room. What even was that ungodly noise? Right. It was his and, to an extent, everyone nearby's alarm clock. He definitely should replace everyone's alarm clock with that sound. He could picture the screams of his various schoolmates with this rude and loud awakening. However, that would need to be put in Kokichi's Bucket List of Evil Plans For The Future. He can't do a major project and a minor prank like this at once. Switching alarm clock sounds can come later.

Today was the start of the Preparation Phase. He had three days to prepare for his master plan to "sabotage" Chiaki's party. Kokichi quickly got up from his bed and stretched his short figure upwards to pop his stiff bones. He then opened a small refrigerator that he had "acquired", popped open a can of Panta and chugged the refreshing drink down. He kicked the door of the refrigerator to close it and proceeded to freshen himself up for another school day.

School? Nah. He's got bigger fish to fry.

"Time to get down to business."

Classes in Hope's Peak were extremely dull and monotone. The teachers would just drone on and on and on about subjects that the majority of them don't even comprehend or enjoy discussing with their students. Seriously, what do they even know about engineering or agriculture? Even if they did have some sort of master's degree or whatever they present to prove that they are knowledgeable on the subject, it's not as if those were supposed to be common knowledge if you are an Ultimate. Your talent is your future. You go to Hope's Peak because of that talent. You continue to study in Hope's Peak to showcase and develop that talent. Some people knew that Hope's Peak isn't just some research facility. They would say that the school existed for Ultimates who were shunned by their talent to coexist with other Ultimates who suffered the same fate. That was highly debatable however. The people knew that there's some creepy old bozo out there will follow your every step and observe you like you're some lab rat in a laboratory experiment.

Or maybe that creepy old bozo is like the camera for a third-person shooter game and you're the point of interest for that camera.

And whatever Kokichi's doing right now, is exactly that.

Chiaki didn't realize that someone was tailing her and Nagito as they were going towards their classes until her fluffy-haired companion pointed it out after he looked at his left and saw that there was an extra shadow behind them.

"Huh, would you look at that." he said, stopping in his tracks which made the dozy gamer holding a Game Girl Advance to her face bump into his back and lose her footing from a very minor concussion. "How lucky of me to suddenly look to my left. It appears that someone was following us, Nanami-san."

After pausing her game, Chiaki turned around and saw a grinning Kokichi with his hands on his hips. "Were you following us, Oma-kun?" she asked calmly to their stalker... or so she thinks.

"Nuh-uh!" the smiling boy quickly replied. "I was just admiring Hope's Peak behind your backs. Just kidding! That was a lie."

"...So were you following us or not?" Chiaki asked again, wanting to not waste her energy trying to comprehend the supreme leader. She needed her limited energy points to deal with her classmates and be a class rep to them.

"Maybe~." he vaguely responded to the slightly annoyed sleepy gamer. As much as she loved mystery games, figuring out the mysterious and vague words that Kokichi weaved was just too mentally taxing. She'll try to solve them once she had the energy to do so, which will most likely never happen... probably.

"Nanami-san, you should just go on ahead." an unknown person said to her. Huh? Oh, that was Nagito. She forgot that he was even there. She mentally apologized to the white-haired boy. "I think he wants to talk to trash like me."

Chiaki didn't like that statement but she just wanted to go her class and continue her sleep there. She feels calmer and at ease when surrounded by her friends. Was that her environmental attribute?

"Ok..." she said while trying to stifle a large yawn with her hand. "...See you later then, Komaeda-kun." she waved mindlessly to Nagito and Kokichi as she tried to walk to inside the academy with an unbalanced gait and stride. She wonders if she finally became a zombie like in those survival horror games...

Walking was hard when she was under a sleepy status effect so she took a quick nap inside the school building while standing to recover her energy points. She was thankful that she had an energy recovery skill so that she wouldn't need to buy any potions since she lacked the gold coins to buy some. Maybe she would need to slay some nearby orcs or trolls in order to get those coins...

As the two watched the stumbling and zig-zagging Chiaki enter the building, Kokichi nudged Nagito with his finger and signaled him to their usual meeting spot. The white-haired boy simply shrugged and followed the supreme leader towards the school building and made a turn as they passed by the napping gamer.

After passing by a number of people going to their respective classrooms, they finally arrived at their meeting spot. This spot was claimed by the supreme leader because it was near a vending machine and because not many people go to this place at this time. Not to mention, the lighting in the area was dim enough so they wouldn't be noticed by the one-track-minded visitors. Kokichi cracked the bones of his knuckles and psyched himself up for a mental chess game with Nagito.

"Nishishi... I never knew you could lie so well, Komaeda-chan!" the supreme leader remarked with mock praise. "Did you lie to protect Nanami-chan from me?"

"Worthless filth like me couldn't lie as well as you do, Oma-kun." the white-haired boy happily refuted with a raised hand. "I only sent her inside so she can sleep at peace, away from my disgusting stench."

The other only raised his index finger towards his grin in response to his partner's self-deprecating rebuttal. "Well, were it any other person, I would've thought that degrading comment was directed at me. Not that I deny it or whatever. After all, I am an evil supreme leader. I prey on the most innocent and kindest of souls, like Nanami-chan or Fujisaki-chan for instance, then I make them my servants." the supreme leader blatantly stated with a menacing smirk. Kokichi's eyes darkened and narrowed and directly addressed the other. "But you're not one to look down on other Ultimates like that, isn't that riiiiight~?"

"You know me too well." Nagito replied, agreeing with Kokichi's analysis. "I expected nothing less from the Ultimate Supreme Leader!" he exclaimed with genuine praise which was unlike the other's mock appraise before his. "Anyway, was I correct in assuming that you have some business to do with trash like me?"

And with that, Kokichi quickly masked that smirk and transformed into a childlike expression and tone. "Yup! I need help from Komaeda-chan!"

Nagito let out a sigh and dropped his gaze to the floor. It seems like he was disappointed but what he felt didn't matter. He had other ways to force Nagito into cooperating. Time to have some fun messing around with the Ultimate Lucky Student!

"Is this about Nanami-san's party?"

"Hmmm... That and one other thing."

"Huh? What else would I have that you need?"

"Information."

"What?"

"I know that you have info on all of them, including Hinata-chan. I want some of that juuuuuicy and delicious dirt!"

"...What made you think that I would have blackmail material on them?"

"Nishishi... Maybe your luck?"

"Ah, you really shouldn't rely on me if that's your answer..."

"Really~? Cuz, I think you're very reliable, Komaeda-chan!"

"Even so, I don't understand, Oma-kun... I thought you came here to discuss how you want me to invite you to Nanami-san's party? If that is the case, why do you need to know their secrets? Are you... planning to blackmail us in the future?"

"Wooooah, slow down there, tiger! That's too many questions! Besides, you really shouldn't try to question or predict what I do, Komaeda-chan. You can try and hide that info from me by dodging the question, but I will get that info. With what you know about me, I can prove to be very capable. That being said, wouldn't it be a better idea if you just gave me what I want right now?"

"...I see. I still don't get the point, however."

"Just trust me! And that's not a lie! I swear on my dead dog's grave!"

"...But you don't have a dog...?"

"Ding-ding-ding! That's three points for Komaeda-chan! And since you know that, then you must know a lot of things about me and your group, riiight~?"

"That's a bit of a stretch to assume that, don't you think?"

"Wow, you're awfully stubborn, aren't you? You're being quite protective of your friends' secrets."

"What do you mean, Oma-kun? Shouldn't I be more mindful of how my fellow classmates' feelings if I intrude on their privacy?"

"Is that so? I thought you lacked empathy, Komaeda-chan..."

"..." Nagito stayed eerily silent after that remark while the other was smiling cheekily with his arms held high. Kokichi already knew that he placed a check on the other's pieces by targeting a sensitive topic. He played along the lucky student's gamble to tire him out of the topic and finally found an opening to drop that bomb of worms. It's only a matter of time before Nagito spills the beans.

And he did. Not in the way Kokichi expected however.

"Aha...!" the silenced Nagito let out a choked laugh, his body suddenly jolting and his thin facial muscles twitching like he was just struck with lightning. It was as if he was trying to keep himself from laughing but it was very clear that he was failing in that endeavor. Another and more accurate way to describe the scene that was unfolding before Kokichi's eyes is to imagine a demon possessing Nagito. That's how disturbing it was...

"Ah-hahahahaha! Impressive as always, Oma-kun! To think that someone like me could ever hope to protect the Ultimates' secrets by avoiding the question, you proved me wrong by turning the odds to your favor! Such talent! Such... great hope!" the deranged Nagito shouted in excessive praise and joy, wrapping his lean arms around his body as drool and sweat decorated his face. "It is truly an honor to be a worthy trial for the Ultimate Supreme Leader and to catch a glimpse of such great talent! Yep, I really am lucky!"

"Sooooo, is that a yes or a no?" Kokichi asked with a blank smile on his face, a little unnerved by the sweating and salivating Ultimate fanatic.

"I didn't say I wouldn't cooperate, did I? I just wanted to see that talent of yours at its best. The party would be but a mere stepping stone for your greatness! I would gladly help to make sure that your hope would shine the brightest amongst all the other weak hope." the white-haired boy said with unexpected enthusiasm and fervor.

"Greaaaaat~! Let's begin..." the smirking supreme leader said while extending a hand towards the other. "...partner."

With some reluctance, Nagito took the extended hand but as soon as he did, he winced in pain and pulled his own hand back. The poor boy turned his back and proceeded to kiss it while mouthing off several "Ow!"s.

"Nishishi... Were you "shocked", Komaeda-chan?"

Kokichi couldn't help but extend his wide grin even further. With its width, his face became distorted and that innocent grin transformed into something else entirely...

Something sinister.

"...Nanami-san. Wake..."

Chiaki let out an annoyed growl and shifted her head away from the person poking her. Can't she get one wink of sleep for once? She was just getting into that dream where she was a mage in a party to fight the Hydra. The beastly creature was only down to one blow to a supercharged beam and then she and her fellow members would gather the treasure that lurks within the swamp. It was a really hard fight and she didn't want to suddenly quit out of that dream game. There were no save points or save states during that battle and she didn't feel like going through that again. The more they kept poking her, the more her HP went down. She wanted that treasure and she was gonna get it. Now. Not later. But now.

"...wake up... need you..."

"C'mon, just six more turns before I unleash the beam..."

"I'm... till... got it?"

"Five more turns..."

"One."

"Four more turns..."

"Two."

"Three more..."

"Three."

"Two more..."

"Four."

"One...!"

"Five!"

"NOW!"

And just as she waved her gold staff that had a pink heart on top in a circle to prepare her supercharged beam, her dream world shook. Wait, that can't be! The battlefield didn't have an Earthquake hazard. At this rate, her other party mates would die from this earthquake! She already used all of her All Revive spells and she would be brought down to critically low health! Not only that, but her beam would be delayed by an extra turn if she took damage this turn. With her party mates dead and a trembling mortally injured Chiaki left, the Hydra, giving a sadistic grin, raised its clawed hand with a purple venomous substance dripping from the sharp and jagged claws, and gestured one clean slash to the fragile mage. She hugged her glowing staff close to her body, shut her eyes tight and prepared for an overkill from the beast.

"I'm sorry everyone. I didn't plan ahead enough. I failed you all..."

What was supposed to be a good dream, quickly turned into a nightmare for Chiaki.

The monster gave out one last roar and the mage tightened her grasp on the staff-

*slap*

"...Huh?" she felt a part of her cheek go sore from a Wake-Up Slap. Weird. She expected to have her head ripped clean off by that slash attack. "...I'm not dead?"

"Huh?!" Hiyoko spat at her angrily. "Did you seriously think that a slap like that would kill you?! God, you're even weirder than that nasty whore when she trips!" She went behind her target and gave a slight shove to the magically clumsy Mikan to prove her point.

"Eeek! I-I'm soooorryyyyy! P-p-please don't l-look, N-N-Nanami-san!" the whimpering nurse who had her legs spread on the ground by the legs of Chiaki's chair cried out as she tried to cover her exposed undergarments with her hands, but to no avail. Hiyoko was snickering at the two while Chiaki just stared blankly at the struggling Mikan, confused but for a different reason than what most people would think. How did she even end up flashing her garments to Chiaki from a shove from behind? Did she glitch out or something?

The utterly perplexed gamer only scratched her head in response to all these strange events. She thinks she's still dreaming so she just rested her head on her desk to go back to her other dream. Although, she doubts she'll spawn in the same area as before, not that she didn't not want to return there. She heard rumors that people who "die" in their sleep, die in real life. She also heard that real life doesn't have any restart options. Once you die, you are booted out of the game and the game will delete itself. She loved permadeath games, but with the memories she spent time gathering and the bonds she tried to form with her friends? Dying seems like a bad idea already... she thinks.

"Saionji-san? I don't believe that was a good example of Tsumiki-san tripping..." remarked Sonia who was smiling awkwardly at the scene before her. It seems nobody noticed the gamer drift back to her much wanted sleep. Finally. Time to-

*slap*

Chiaki felt another burning sensation on the other side of her cheeks. What was even happening right now? "...What kind of dream is this...?" she asked to the person who slapped her, who was the same person who gave her the first one.

"You know what?! Forget it, I'm done waking up this braindead bitch! Let's go ask for help somewhere else, Mahiru-nee!" Hiyoko angrily shouted as she pulled a very confused Mahiru by the arm outside their classroom.

Hold it.

The last thing Chiaki remembered was sleeping near the school entrance. How did she end up at their classroom? Also, where was Nagito at? Ah, right. He was talking to Kokichi about something. Maybe they carried her here and proceeded to talk elsewhere or maybe she was simply sleepwalking? It's not the first time she did the latter. That seems like a good enough reason so she'll just leave it at that one.

"N-Nanami-san? Are you a-a-alright?" a very concerned Mikan asked her while being supported by the arm by Sonia. She seems just as confused as Chiaki towards this problem.

"...I don't know. I was asleep by the school entrance and I suddenly woke up from somebody slapping me when I was supposed to be ripped to shreds by the Hydra..." she paused. "...I think."

"I am confused..." Sonia added her opinion to the conversation. "A Hydra is a creature of Greek mythology, correct? How were you supposed to be reduced to "itsy-bitsy pieces" from a foreign creature? I see no Hydra here, Nanami-san."

Ignoring that "itsy-bitsy pieces" remark, Mikan spoke up with reluctance. "U-umm. I th-think Nanami-san was j-j-just having a-a n-nightmare..." the stuttering nurse paused and thought about what that meant. Her face paled from the implications of her nightmare. "E-eeeek! I s-spoke out of turn! I-I-I'm sorry!" Oh. That wasn't the case, it seems.

"Tsumiki-san, we didn't deny you your right to speak, did we?" the blonde princess said to reassure the bawling nurse, her doll-like hand caressing the unevenly cut and unkempt hair of the other. The nurse still continued to weep. "However. A nightmare that includes a Hydra? My curiosity is piqued, Nanami-san. Have you seen one before?" Sonia's eyes sparkled with childlike interest of the unknown.

Chiaki's eyes lit up in excitement as well, that is, if one would squint. Her sleepy and slow tone contradicts the enthusiasm that her words have. "Yeah. Hydras are very hard to find and slay but they drop the best loot!" she "shouted" in a pitch that was half a decibel higher than normal. She let out a proud huff. "I've slain a total of 100 Hydras just with my special edition golden Jewelsword Staff!"

"Wow! That's amazing, Nanami-san! Please indulge us with your grand adventures of hunting a hundred Hydras with your most trusted weapon!" the very impressed royalty most excitedly requested, wanting to hear more of Chiaki's otherworldly tales.

The sleepy gamer smiled and actively retold her grinding sessions for getting a very rare drop from the Hydra's loot. While she was telling her story, Chiaki was glad that Sonia wasn't weirded out by her enthusiasm on the beauty of video games. She wasn't the first person who appreciated those stories like Sonia. There were other people too that enjoyed her eagerness to discuss her hobbies as they understood how it felt to be attached to something and wanting to share their attachment to other people so they can see what you see. She would often talk about the good things this game had, the best parts of that game's story, the art and music that most games have.

While that was a good trait for her to have, it distanced her from the majority. Chiaki didn't have any friends nor best friends prior to coming to Hope's Peak. Other people gave strange or disgusted looks at the gamer because of her talent. It was great to have a talent, that was a fact that she and the others didn't deny, but deep inside she knew that by talking about her amazing feats as the Ultimate Gamer and by talking about her video games, it was like she was shoving her talent to the forefront of their brain; like she was just telling them how talentless and boring they were compared to her. Of course, she didn't really mean that but that talent chained her down to that popular belief. Her life became all about video games. When talking about Chiaki, you talk about the Ultimate Gamer. Chiaki Nanami, the human being who had wants, thoughts and feelings like other human beings, was forgotten and became Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer and video game nerd.

Before she became friends with Hajime, who was a part of that majority, she didn't think that much about how the others would feel when she got so into her talking. She always envied of the freedom that people like Hajime had. It was by spending time with her talentless friend that she realized how hard his life was, and how hard and painful it was for him to be close with an Ultimate like her. She didn't mind his lack of talent. Actually, she loved Hajime for being... Hajime. She loved that smiling person who didn't mind her when she was talking incessantly about video games and her fellow lonely Ultimates. Yet... She wanted to know if he felt the same way she did. She wanted to know if Hajime liked her for being her.

She wanted to know if Hajime was faking that sweet, sweet smile just to make her feel happy...

That would suck... really suck if he did though. It wouldn't just be worse than a Game Over, it would be the worst possible ending ever.

Therefore, in order to avoid that, she manipulated her brain, like how she manipulated the RNG in her video games to make the random drops go in her favor, into thinking that Hajime wasn't faking his smile.

Yeah. It was better and happier that way.

No more single-player games...

No more loneliness...

No more lies...

Chiaki's train of thought was stopped by a creaking sound of a sliding door and a very loud group of familiar voices just beyond the classroom door. The three people in the room looked over to the door to see who just came in.

"Hmhmhm! What do we have here? Why wasn't I invited to this thre-"

"OK! That's enough from Teruteru-chan now. We'll be right back after these messages!"

"Well, that makes all 15 of us."

"Don't you know how to count? Komaeda's not here yet, dumbass!"

"Wh-Who cares about that guy anyway?! He's nothing but trouble!"

"Isn't he supposed to be one of the first people here among us?"

"Maybe he just went to the cafeteria to grab a lil' bite?"

"Your eyes have grown weaker, Owari. We were just by the cafeteria!"

"I can attest to that. I was just by the cafeteria as well after you two loudmouths left."

"Yeah, uh, why are we concerned about that creepy pervert?"

Everyone sans Nagito soon went to their respective seats. The chatter amongst the other students didn't dial down though. Seeing this as her cue, Chiaki assumed her position as their class rep and stretched her limbs to diminish the atrophy from her earlier nap time to address her fellow Ultimates. She needed to act as the leader amongst the group if their teacher wasn't present for homeroom. She knew that Chisa was always busy, hence the early voting for the class rep position.

Chiaki went to the front of the class and cleared her throat, signaling that homeroom was in session. She tried to raise her voice to the same level as their teacher but her throat wasn't that leveled up yet. She made a mental note to train with Ibuki to develop Chords of Steel.

"Okay everyone! Before we start discussing the party, does anyone remember the last time they saw Komaeda-kun?"

The group all had the same answer in their minds: the last time anyone saw him was yesterday. That's fine. She just had to approach from another angle then.

"...Has anyone seen Oma-kun today?"

"The fuck? What does that prick have to do with where Komaeda is?!" Fuyuhiko shouted in confusion. Apparently, the others had the same question in mind as well. The two have similar traits and... tendencies but no one has ever seen them together before nor had Nagito claimed a connection with Kokichi. It was logical to ask what the connection was between them.

"Before I came here, Komaeda-kun was with me. He told me to go on ahead since Oma-kun wanted to talk to him about something. It seemed important so I decided to let them have their privacy..."

The class stayed silent after she said that. Upon examining their expressions further, their faces were partially blue and their eyes were... bulging?

"CODE RED! CODE RED! IBUKI. EXE IS FAILING AND CAN'T GET UP!" a foaming Ibuki said while trying to imitate those announcers that said "DANGER! DANGER!" in some military shooters.

"What's wrong? Is... something the mat-?"

"Don't you realize... what this means, Nanami?" Peko interrupted her with rare trepidation laced in her blank tone.

"No, I..." Chiaki paused for a moment to think harder about this. She tried to remember if Nagito acted strange prior to this day. Nevertheless, it was hard to pinpoint when Nagito's strange behavior became more strange. He was hard to understand sometimes. "...I don't. Should I be worried?"

"Worried? WORRIED?! CANCEL THE PARTY, NANAMI!" Kazuichi shouted while hiding his face under his beanie. If he was a Koopa Troopa, jumping on his beanie might cause him to hide his entire body under it. Wait, that's not the issue here! Kazuichi just said that she should cancel the party! She can't just cancel it but she needed to know why she has to.

"Cancel the party? Didn't we already agree to holding a party a month ago?"

"I-I-If I may answer..." a shaky Mikan tried to answer. Chiaki gave her the signal to continue. "...w-we should li-listen to Soda-san."

"I don't wanna agree with this stinky pig shit, but she's right. If you want to live longer, stay away from that gremlin." Hiyoko warned their class rep darkly with her threatening words of "advice".

"...But he won't hurt us, will he?" Chiaki calmly replied to her classmates' warnings. "We can't just cancel the party because Komaeda-kun spoke with Oma-kun. They won't do anything dangerous... I think."

"Perhaps, you should take this time to realize how flawed your words are." Gundham refuted. "The Prince of Lies is always lurking within the shadows, searching for a suitable prey to spit its virulent tongue on. Considering how he already sunk his fangs on our helpless and demented ally, it would only be a matter of time before he learns of our banquet. When the moon glows brightly on the night of our gathering, he would unleash his venom upon us all!"

Chiaki opened her mouth to answer but she was interrupted by a chuckling white-haired boy opening the door to their classroom. The others looked at him suspiciously, locking their glares at him to prepare for a missile strike, yet their target paid them no mind. Knowing his luck, even he was capable of sidestepping a homing projectile.

"...I agree with our class rep. We should not avoid this opportunity for your hopes to shine even brighter!"

The others didn't trust that statement. They knew that some plan was already being set behind their backs. Nagito was cunning and so was Kokichi. It's natural that they doubt the lucky student, especially after his conversation with the supreme leader. Chiaki had some doubts too but that's normal, right? She wanted to trust him, so first, she needs to dispel this doubt that looms over the others and herself.

"Fuhahahaha! Splendid! It appears the traitor has decided to show itself after all! Had you stalled for more time, I would have sent my Four Dark Devas of Destruction to annihilate your infected body! Surrender your corrupted soul to me now and I may grant clemency towards your punishment."

"Alright, time to spill. What were you two assholes talkin' about?!"

Nagito managed a calm face and a happy-go-lucky expression as he walked his usual stride towards his spot at the back of the class. "Whoever do you mean, Kuzuryu-kun? I spoke to a lot of people on my way here."

"Don't play dumb with me, you motherfucker! You know exactly who I am talking about!" Fuyuhiko had half a mind to rush towards Nagito's seat and grab him by the collar of his green oversized hoodie but after he looked at the general direction of where Peko was, he apparently dismissed the thought.

"And you don't even talk to the others aside from us!" Kazuichi added, pointing a finger towards the white-haired boy who remained smiling even under constant suspicion.

Before Nagito could talk, Chiaki raised her hand to calm her classmates down. "Komaeda-kun, earlier you told me there was something you and Oma-kun discussed. I understand if you want to keep your conversation with him a secret but please tell us if he is planning something for our party. If he wants to be with us, I will personally send him an invitation." she paused for a moment to load up her next words. "We're just concerned about the party..."

Nagito let out a sigh of disappointment and rubbed his head. "Ah, so this was what got you Ultimates riled up? How disappointing..." His condescending expression and insulting remark struck an angry chord among the crowd. Not long after, his look of disappointment transformed into a bitter smile. "...for me to be a bother to all you symbols of hope. I truly am worthless trash."

As soon as the white-haired boy went on to his self-deprecating comment, the others let out their sounds of disgust and irritation. Chiaki kept up a straight face and addressed Nagito.

"Does this mean that whatever you two discussed wasn't related to the party?"

"I don't know what Oma-kun is planning but I can assure you that whatever we discussed today doesn't involve the party."

Chiaki let out a relieved sigh. If she was being honest, she might have considered postponing the party because of Gundham's foreboding words. She was happy to know that their worries or concerns were all for nothing. "Thank you, Komaeda-kun. At least, now we can continue on with the party."

Nagito chuckled. "Please, Nanami-san. Disgusting vermin like me don't deserve your words of gratitude..."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Can we talk about the party now? Ibuki's getting bored with all these stuff about Nagito-chan and Kokichi-chan..."

"Ok! Now about the party..."

"Please release me from this torture..."

That was the only line of thought that was present in the vast mind of Kokichi. Nothing else mattered. His classmates, his plans and even the dirt he got from Nagito didn't matter in his brain. He just mentally begged for sweet, sweet freedom...

...freedom from the after class meeting of his fellow classmates.

"...any thoughts, Oma-kun?"

Kokichi heard Kaede ask for his opinion but he only let out a childish moan. What?! She asked for his thoughts and his thoughts were moans and groans! He had other more important things to do Atua-damn it! He was planning to escape Hope's Peak to gather his the other stuff that he needed to "sabotage" Chiaki's party after his earlier meeting with Nagito but his "luck" somehow made the four lovebirds of his group appear, preventing him from thinking of a proper hiding place. Bullshit! Their meeting spot didn't have a hiding place planned in case of "emergencies" since almost no one comes to that place but the four people he least expected to show up at this place came for a Atua-damned drink from the vending machine!

"Well, well, well! Karma's a bitch, huh?!"

Kokichi mentally cursed Shuichi's keen eyes and Kaede's sensitive ears. He could have easily avoided the three slowpokes but Maki was there with them. Trying to do anything funny while cornered by four people will only get him into a stranglehold by the assassin. He'd rather take a black eye from Kaito instead of a crushed windpipe any day, without a doubt. Kokichi's right eye may have looked like a black hole from the Ultimate Astronaut's Meteor Strike but what's a black eye gonna do anyway? As if they heard that insulting question in his mind, the four of them roped the struggling and whining supreme leader into class. Attending class was akin to voluntary torture. They knew that and yet they subjected him to that torture under the guise of competing with the near perfect attendance of Chiaki's group. Since when was having complete attendance a competition in Hope's Peak anyway?!

There was one thing that was for certain. They will pay for this. No one messes with the Ultimate Supreme Leader without a few scars in both mind and body.

"Oi, you havin' an orgasm over there? Fuckin' work that tongue already so we can get out! I got some things to invent over here!"

Kokichi let out another childish moan and slammed his head on his desk from that painfully familiar vulgarity of Miu. That's all her mouth's good for anyway.

He swears he'll burn this academy to the ground someday. But not until he's satisfied with the pained cries and howls of his schoolmates from his evil plans. Day by day, the supreme leader's mind and sanity grows thinner and thinner playing with these idiots all the time. He'll eventually snap but he has to persist for now.

He'll finally get his satisfaction once he sees Chiaki's perfect group crumble to pieces from the bugs of Gonta's exhibit.

After a very long and excruciating torture, Kokichi felt more tired than usual; all vigor and drive were siphoned from his body just from that boring-ass meeting about the party. He decided to call off their scheduled meeting with Nagito since it was already getting really dark and that his mind just wasn't up to dealing with the white-haired boy. Nagito was very disappointed but the supreme leader didn't give a single crap about what that guy thinks right now. He's very exhausted and he just wants some Atua-damned rest.

He still had plenty of time to prepare after all.

After passing by the usual scene of Hajime and Chiaki doing whatever they were doing by the fountain, the supreme leader arrived at his dorm and didn't even bother to lock the door this time. He immediately flopped down and sprawled his body over his unmade bed and drifted back to his land of magical land of ponies and rainbows.

"Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

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