So this one is a bit angsty, but in a bit of a character study-ish way. I don't even know how to classify this one.
Also, just a note, but most of these are non-despair AUs (save for this one). I probably should've said that earlier lol
The minute Kyoko saw her NG Code, she knew that she wasn't going to be leaving the Final Killing Game alive. It took her all of ten seconds to handle; she'd been in situations like this before. She would still dedicate herself to her work. Even as she investigated the mystery they were put in, though, a small part of her mind counted down the minutes to her death.
Of course, being who she was, she left nobody the wiser about her code. There was no way she was going to allow anybody to put themselves in danger for her sake, not when she could do something about it. This matter was time-sensitive; she needed to do what she could in the time she still had.
She pieced together the identity of the killer bit by bit, writing down all of her observations in her journal, one nearly identical to her old journal, the one Makoto found in the locker in Hope's Peak. It was as clear as she could make it in there, easy for anyone to interpret. Even if she didn't live long enough to show her findings, she trusted that her friends would find her journal and do so themselves.
At the moment, she was a bit in limbo with her investigation. There weren't any new murders to inspect, not until after this time limit, when the body would be hers. What a cruel irony for the only one doing any serious investigating. And since she had the time now, she would do her best to protect her friends.
Speaking of, she walked down the hall on the defensive, looking for Hina and Makoto. There wasn't any way she could leave without seeing them once more. They had to know that she entrusted her hope to them, even if they didn't know what was going to happen. All of this was just a plan she set in motion on the very probable chance that she wasn't able to make it out.
She ran her thumb over the label of the bottle in her hand. Seiko developed the medicine herself, of course. It was a shame that Seiko couldn't use it herself, but she was not a victim of the poison. A couple pills tumbled into her hand, and she took them dry. She needed to hope that they worked, and even if they didn't, she had everything in place so everyone else could make it out alive.
Hope. She never knew how important it was until she met Makoto. Thanks to him, she was able to open up to others, become more emotionally invested in certain matters. If there was anyone apart from her grandfather she would miss the most, it would be him.
It was perhaps an understatement to say that she was a little in love. To be frank, she was more in love than she'd ever felt. It was scary, especially in situations like they constantly found themselves in. She was able to get past his supposed death back in Hope's Peak, but she couldn't help but wonder how he would react to her real death. That is, if her plan failed.
She wanted to find him once more, before the time limit passed. She wanted to tell him a million things that she never had the courage to say. She wanted to be bolder than she was in the past.
But she also had to keep hope that she would live to see another day, even if that day wasn't tomorrow. She had to place her hope in him, that he would end the game as quickly as he could.
She couldn't think of anyone better to do just that.
Ahhhh only one day to go
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