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The Truth Behind the Blackened

A/N: Hey everyone! Owner 2 here, this fic is still located in the killing game. It's placed between the 2nd last and last trial in the canon game. This is where Y/N is the blackened and killed Sonia in order to protect his boyfriend, Kazuichi from her. I don’t want to spoil much of the fic, so enjoy reading!

WARNINGS: Death, Killing, Violence, Just normal Danganronpa violence.

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Kazuichi’s eyes widened with a mix of terror and disbelief as he stared up at Y/N, his boyfriend and the last person he could have ever imagined would be the blackened. 

How could he be capable of such a heinous act?

As they went through the trial, he found himself struggling to keep himself together in front of everyone. He wanted to believe that Y/N was innocent, although there was a sufficient amount of evidence that led all back to Y/N. He couldn’t bear to see Y/N go through the trial with such a confident aura. 

“Y/N What are you doing? Don’t just stand there and let them put words in your mouth, tell them how they're wrong and it’s all bullshit!” he yelled, balling both of his fists tightly.

Y/N looked up at Kazuichi, their eyes locking for a moment before quickly breaking away. Kazuichi could see the hope in Y/N’s eyes, he felt his stomach turn. Did Y/N purposely hurt Sonia, was there any real motive behind it? He was so unsure, his mind was filled with too much already. He just wanted an explanation from his boyfriend.

“Why did you do this Y/N!?”

“How could you?!”

“How could you do such a thing?!”

“GODDAMNIT, just ans-”

“ENOUGH! It was all for you Kazuichi. I killed Sonia for you. If I hadn't, you would have been in her place instead. She tried killing you, that’s why I needed to get to her first.” Y/N spoke frantically as he cut off a panicked Kazuichi.

Everyone fell quiet once hearing Y/N’s sudden outburst, trying to process what had just happened. Kaziuchi just stood behind his podium. He felt a mixture of emotions as he listened to Y/N’s explanation. He was relieved that Y/N wasn’t trying to hurt him, horrified at the idea that he could have been in Sonia's place, and disbelief that his boyfriend had gone to such extreme measures to protect him.

“That’s not a well detailed explanation at all Y/N, how did you know that Sonia was going after Kazuichi? Do you have any evidence? For all we know, you could just be trying to get out of this mess.” Nagito retorted, raising a brow with a small smile.

Y/N groaned softly, rubbing his head a little bit as he calmed down. “Sonia was trying to kill Kazuichi. She had a vendetta against him and was willing to kill him at whatever costs. I killed her in self defence of somebody else who was bound to be killed by her first. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t plan it, but Sonia was a threat to Kazuichis life. I had to protect him. Sure I don’t have any solid proof, but even any of you could see the hatred in her eyes everytime Kaziuichi was in the room! She said multiple things, even made threats. You were all there for that! She was definitely capable of anything that she put her mind to. Murdering Kazuichi was one of them. I don’t care whether I die or not. I’m just glad I was of value to your life Kazuichi, and was able to help you survive that little longer.” He sucked in a breath, clenching his fist slightly.

“How cute? Anyways, this is starting to get a bit sappy. Everyone gather your bearings, it’s voting time!” Monokuma declared.

Little icons of the students popped up on the screen of each podium, the classmates who had passed being blanked out. Everyone looked down, selecting who they wanted to vote for whilst Soda was in absolute tears at this point. His hand shakily hovered over his own icon before pressing it. He knew it would do nothing, it was absolutely pointless. But he always had that little bit of hope within him.

Once everyone casted their votes, Y/N popped up onto the screen. “Y/N!” a desperate cry from Kazuichi could be heard as he ran over to his boyfriend, hugging him tightly. “It will be alright Kazu, I love you very much. Promise me you will do your best to survive and live on?” he questioned him. The other gave a small nod, sobbing as he grabbed onto his shirt tightly. 

“It’s punishment time!” Monokumas voice rang throughout the trial room.

Within seconds, Y/N was gone from Soda’s sight. He dropped to his knees, he couldn't dare look at the view in front of him. After a few minutes that seemed like a lifetime, the trial was finally over. Y/N’s dead body laying in front of them.

When they all exited the room, Kazuichi just sat there, looking at the ground. He was absolutely and utterly torn. He couldn’t believe that the only person that he trusted and loved here was now gone.

Masterlist    

- Written by Owner 2

[forbidding-souda]

Hey! Idk if you're still using the prompt list from the beginning of the blog, but could I have a KazuichixReader for #33 - "I'm awake, I'm awake!", preferably gender neutral? (Also jsyk one of your links in the masterlist is broken - SDR2 Boys reacting to S/O dying their hair)

33: “I’m awake, I’m awake!” Kazuichi Souda

Oh, thank you for telling me ^^ I forgot I changed my blog name haha my bad. And yes I’m still doing the old prompt list :D

I also got the phrase, “kaleidoscope of butterflies” from another fanfiction but I have no clue which one and it’s way too beautiful of a phrase to me to include without noting that I didn’t come up with it.

-Mod Souda

His fingers dance around your figure, fighting the urge to yawn in case it would wake you.

Wind blows through the windows, the breeze causing you to shift, scaring him a little. Oh, what time is it?

He gets up, his bare feet patting against the floor, to look out of the window. His hair brushes with the wind as he spots out all of the lights from the summer festival. 

Alright, so he was a little excited, dancing back and forth between the window and your sleeping body. 

Originally, he invited you to go to the festival with him. You declined his offer. It broke his heart. He was wondering why his proposal was denied. Was it him? His stench? Did you just not like him?

But you told him after awhile. 

“It’s not you, Souda! I just...” You twiddled your thumbs and shuffled in place. “I can’t go out in public, not as a place like that. There are too many people for me to be comfortable.”

And he understood completely. Well, he understood somewhat. Sympathy, not empathy. 

So now he stays with you, watching the festival from the window as you sleep from behind him. 

What time is it?

Oh! It’s time!

He screams your name, jumping on your sleeping form. “Wake up!” 

You blink. It’s the first thing you do. One more thing you saw? His hands pushing on your chest like he was giving you CPR.

“I’m awake, I’m awake!” You call out loudly, pushing him away.

Perhaps, though, being angry isn’t the most satisfying reaction. He is a bit sensitive. You make sure to not show how irritated he made you, putting on a small smile and sighing. 

“What’s the dealio, Kaz?” You ask.

He didn’t want to annoy you, and he refused to believe you’d ever hold something like this against him. It is definitely worth waking up for. 

But a kaleidoscope of butterflies bursts within him when you make eye contact with him. It’s the way you lazily smile that brings him warmth. Your selflessness, your kindness to him. It’s all what makes you special to him.

The tiredness in your eyes disappear when the first firework erupts in the sky.

A small gasp leaves your lips. 

He grabs your hand, taking you from your bed, and leading you to the window. Outside the air is fresh, and the clouds in the sky are whisky and grey. The only lights are from the houses and the rainbows in the sky. They flicker with thought, popping loudly and crackling as it descends before another wave comes.

The two of you stand close. Your shoulders touch, and you are positive that he feels the same connection as you. You can almost kiss him. 

Instead, you put one foot on the window’s seal, climbing up on it.

“S/O, what are you doing?”

Your window isn’t at the front of your house, and the exterior has a small brick fence around it, to which you jump onto. Doing that fills you heart with exhilaration. Once misstep and you could fall. You look back at him, the spark of a firework illumining you from behind.

You looked like an angel.

“Are you gonna join me?”

His shocked expression was the only answer you received, and then a yelp of surprise when you jump his way. Onto the roof. He can see your dangling legs until you pull yourself up.

The rooftop was where all of your parties took place. For all of your life you had found that being up their was the only joy life could bring you. It makes you smile to look up at the city, to where all of the people sit in groups and laugh together. To watch and observe is your specialty.

He can see your head dangling down, hair spiked, as you look at him. “Are you coming or not?”

How was he to get there? Jump on the fence and then the roof? Seems ridiculous. But if you could do it then... maybe he could, too?

You watch with amusement as he hops onto the fence, placing his feet on top of it with a horrible sense of balance. 

And when he jumps, arms spread out in front of him like a cat, you hook one of your hands around his forearm. His jumping ability is much better than yours. He makes it well without much of your help. And he crawls up the rest of the way.

The fireworks up here seem brighter than before, and much larger, too. Their colors varied significantly. Ranging even a few different shades of each color of the rainbow.

A few other people have been up here with you. All of them are out of your life now, drifted apart from your lack of communication and public outings. 

So now it’s just Kazuichi Souda up on the rooftop with you, the two of you celebrating the summer festival.

Is he patient enough to deal with you, too?

“This is where I take all my friends.” You say, calmly. “Of course, you are more than a friend to me.”

He wasn’t sure if he was capable of even jumping up here. More than a friend, you had said. So you did know that he was asking you out on a date. Well, of course you did. Why wouldn’t you have?

Despite having those intentions, you bluntly stating that you consider him more than a friend made his heart levitate. You really are peculiar, aren’t you?

A small wave of anxiousness flutters against every muscle in his body when you turn to look at him. Is this about the time two people would kiss? Is that what people do... on dates? The idea made him uncomfortable, if he was being honest.

But instead, you turn away, smiling to yourself.

“Thank you for waking me up, Kaz. That was very nice of you.”

You don’t really like fireworks. Never will you tell him that, though.

“I- uh- you’re welcome, S/O!”

Again, you look at him, eyes sparkling with admiration. There are no words on your mind. Only emotions. Gratitude, specifically. And the feeling of being safe. Welcomed.

“Let’s do this again, okay?”