Picture this: You're on a beautiful tropical island that's seemingly deserted apart from you and your alleged classmates. The weather is perfect, the days are long and balmy – a vacation getaway many would never even have the opportunity to enjoy. It's the trip of a lifetime.
Except that people keep dying and murdering each other and it kind of, y'know, ruins the mood.
So when a scream rings out across the area, the old terror sets in. Only a few are close enough to hear it; Nidai, sparring with Owari, holds her still and listens. A few feet away, watching the match, Sonia and Gundam stare off into the direction it came from. The same look of disbelieving horror is set on all four faces.
"That unholy screech... must have echoed from the depths of the abyss..." Gundam mutters. He pulls his scarf over his mouth, muffling his words. "It is surely a bad omen."
"...Huh?"
"I believe Tanaka-san means that that scream came from someone being murdered," Sonia says. "And if that is so, then it is our duty to investigate!"
"Well said!" Nidai says. "Let's... GOOOOOO!"
Nidai and Owari pound ahead; though Sonia starts to follow them, she hangs back when Gundam doesn't move.
"Tanaka-san, we must hurry!"
"I would prefer not to involve myself in something so bothersome," Gundam says, but he looks uneasy. "The horrors of this realm are irrelevant to someone such as I; your human deaths and woes are too trivial to stir the Prince of Darkness."
He must not like gore, Sonia thinks to herself.
"Well, I cannot force you, but if you see the others, please let them know that something may have happened," she says. She hesitates for a second longer, then turns on her heel and leaves. Glancing back quickly, she sees him stalking away in the opposite direction, scarf flapping in the breeze. I do hope he's okay.
She spots Nidai and Owari a distance away, cursing herself for letting them get such a head start. Heels clacking on the ground as she runs, a stitch in her side, she manages to catch up just as they reach a cabin. She checks the nameplate, then does a double take.
"Souda-san's..." she whispers, her voice trailing off.
Nidai bangs on the door with his massive fists while Owari throws herself bodily against it. Sonia stays back, not wanting to get in their way. Finally, the door breaks down, splintering at the hinges.
"Oh my," Sonia says – the words escape her lips before she can stop them.
In front of her is a scene none of them could've imagined.
She almost laughs, but catches herself this time. Stay composed, she thinks. But the deer-in-the-headlights look she's getting from the two half-naked boys in front of her threatens to break her resolve. Forcing herself to keep her expression neutral, she stares, focusing on one thing at a time.
Souda's back is to her, since he's sitting on Hinata's lap, who's facing her. Bright red marks are blooming on Souda's back where Hinata's fingers are still clutching him; they're almost obscured by the deep shade his skin is turning. For some reason, there's rather a lot of blood on the both of them. If they hadn't clearly just been having some sort of illicit relationship, it might have looked like they were fighting. Then Souda's mouth opens slightly and she spots those teeth and Hinata's torn lips and, okay, there's the reason.
In the seconds it takes for her to take this all in, Monokuma's announcement goes off. The terror deepens on every face. Everyone knows that that announcement will drag everyone over here to see, and, while it's better than finding a murder for everyone who is not Hinata and Souda, it's still not something anyone would really want to see.
Footsteps declare the unfortunate arrival of the rest of the group. Everyone is asking questions, demanding to be let past the coach. Dimly, Sonia can tell that Nidai is trying to get it all under control, but her mind is racing to figure out why Monokuma would've said there was a murder when there wasn't. Was it because they were injured? Or was it just because three students showed up somewhere and he didn't actually know what had happened? Was one of them on the verge of death but managed to live?
And then, out of nowhere, it clicks. Thanking whoever taught her French, Sonia tries desperately not to laugh again.
La petite mort.
author's note: i'd let you all google it to find out for yourselves, but my author's note-loving ass can't leave it be SO "la petite mort" means "the little death" in french and is a euphemism for orgasms
and if u knew that already god bless ur dirty little well-learned heart