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Alibi

Tags: non-au & fluff. Cast: Ouma Kokichi & Kiibo. Pairing: Ouma x Kiibo. Story Summary: Now is the final countdown of Chapter One. Ouma Kokichi is one of those hiding in his room as he waits with the music and noise drowning his ears for his lonely death, until an unexpected visitor comes with a purpose unknown. Warnings: Slight madness and paranoia towards death. Kiibo is referred to as "they." Author's Note: For the beginning of story, I do not remember the exact words used within the actual game; therefore, I used substitutes that fulfill the same purpose. Word Count: 2.7k (about 14 min).

"So you want to know my alibi?"

"Yes. Where were you at the time of the murder?"

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I am just searching for the right words. It's rather difficult to explain... I was just... just in my room..."

"Nishishishi. This is all getting rather exciting." His purple eyes laid upon the countdown displayed so conveniently on the monitor. The smile that was formed fell from his face to a frown. "Although, if it ends like this then it's boring. So boring. It's not even a game anymore just a massacre. Boring." He plopped his light small body onto his plain bed and tucked his arms behind his head. As he stared at the empty ceiling, a smile reappeared slowly as the gears turned within his head. "Unless, someone murders someone." Was the darkly whispered foreshadow of fate. "Promises are meant to be broken after all. Who knows, someone may come in and murder me. Nishishi! I would love to see them try."

Music blared from the speakers, menacing and annoying; the monitor flashed images of colorful group murders swiftly. The teen felt no worries. Though startled, he could feel his mind counting down the seconds as he continued to gaze at the ceiling. One. Two. Three... The seconds until death accompanied by the tune. Maybe it would have been maddening if he wasn't already mad.

Click. He could have sworn he heard something. Clatter. Clatter. His eyes slid unamused to the door. "So they're out there waiting, huh? How boring. Whatever. If they want to bring hell then let them. I won't go down easily." With those last words, he closed his eyes. Heavy trembling breaths. The illusion must stay strong.

BANG!!! The teenager snapped to attention and jolted to a sitting position. Though the bed was very comfortable, it now felt as if it was the hardest of rocks. The door to his room was blown open wide and what stood there was not a white and black bear horde but rather one robot, the robot. His lips parted to a scream. "AHH!!! THE TERMINATOR'S HERE!!!!!" His voice cut the music but did not faze the stern look of the bright blue eyes that rested upon him. Slowly, the robot approached him and he backed away. This continued: the robot's advancement and his retreat. What was this? Why? Was this... fear?

His tiny back pressed up against the wall with his legs against his chest, and the robot came closer still with unreadable eyes and an unmovable expression. Dry was his throat so he tried to swallow, but the lump was hard and heavy. Instead, his mouth hung open breathing in the air of tension. They joined him upon his bed and kept on coming till they seated before him. Only a foot separated them from each other and kept their legs from touching.

"I can't..." Came the voice that sounded so human but so soft. Their black hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders firmly. He was certain they could feel his heartbeat emulating. Where were these hands going to go? His neck? His waist? He waited. There was nothing he could do. There was nothing he wanted to do. His mind was blank.

Instead, he observed the unreadable eyes for the determination of murder. He was very much suprised by what he found. Those eyes began to shake as hard as he was. Then, their true strong voice stated their purpose. "I can't stop hearing this song!! It's driving me crazy!! Please I beg of you to help me, Ouma-kun!"

"Eh!!" Kokichi found his voice once more. "That's what you knocked down my door for! You're so dumb, Kiiboy-chan! Solve this yourself!!" With that, he knocked off the hands that gripped him and formed his face into a scowl.

Kiibo's hands fell into his lap and began to fidget with each other. They confessed. "Well, I... I don't know what I can do..."

Though he was not in his best of moods, Kokichi slyly drew closer to Kiibo's face and whispered. "Welp, I suppose I could give you a hint. You just need to kill someone." He observed the eyes widen and their trembling stop. Satisfied, the teen postured into a straight back with crossing his legs and cracked his neck hidden under his checkered scarf.

"Don't suggest such a thing in such a manner! Even in this situation, murder is unacceptable!" The robot bellowed their beliefs with mild annoyance written all over their face. This was one of the moments Kokichi was glad that robots could not spit. They were close; too close.

Instead, he muttered dryly and looked away at the wide open doorway. "So you would rather sit here and die at the hands of Monokumas?" Thanks to Kiibo, they were in even more danger and a quicker death, but he decided against mentioning that.

"It's 100% better than the alternative." Was the rather solemn reply as if Kiibo already accepted their fate. The fate of being victims. That just made him chuckle.

"What about my hands?" Kokichi met their gaze once more. Alarm was present in those crystal eyes, but they did not comment nor move from the spot they occupied. Rather, they waited with clenched fists and tightened lips as if they wanted an explanation. A reason to defend their life. That simplicity amused him greatly and the smile returned to his face. The teen raised his right hand and touched Kiibo's cheek with his small index finger. He dragged it down following the black line within the crack on their face. As it dropped to the edge of their chin, he spoke once more. "You know I can kill you now. I promise to make it nice and painless. As long as it's fun for me that is."

Kiibo still did not flinch. With really no reason that Kokichi could see, they just slightly shook their head. "No way. Even if you are a robophobic, you wouldn't do that, Ouma-kun."

"Shi..." He returned his hand to his lap and pouted. "Well, whatever. It was a lie anyway. Killing you would take way too long and be a waste of effort." He could see the "I knew it" reflecting through the scowl that formed on their face, though most likely the reason he gave injured them greatly. He let out a little yawn. Bored from this conversation, Kokichi decided to return to the original topic. "Anyway, to solve the noise problem can't you just clog your ears or something?" After saying such, he examined the strange ears that Kiibo possessed: black circular and what looked like ear muffs devices covered where his ears should be. He kind of regretted asking that question now.

The robot looked down at their hands and answered. "Um, well. My "ears" are located on my hands along with my senses of touch and smell. So it's rather difficult." He followed their gaze to the robotic black hands resting on their dark grey plated legs. They were twitching every couple of seconds at some of the higher tones of the songs. Now that their attention was brought back to the music, Kokichi observed that their face also flinched in small ways by the corners of their lips and eyes. Interesting.

"Ja, what about this?" Without any hesitation or giving Kiibo a chance to react, he lunged forward and cupped their hands with his own. If the robotic parts could tense, he felt it within the fists not much larger than his own. As a reassurance, he smiled selflessly.

"Ou- Ouma-kun!" With every right, Kiibo was startled by the strange and unpredictable movements of Kokichi. But they did not attempt to wiggle their hands free, rather they looked as if they were unable to process such a situation. What a weird act was before them, thus they tensely waited.

"Nishishi!" He guided their hands to be in the middle of them as if the space that was there existed just for this moment. Once more, he was reminded that this was a bed, a comfortable bed, by the sheets tickling their hands. As a distraction, he asked of the robot. "What do you think, Kiiboy-chan? Works?"

Kiibo closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Ah, yes. Somewhat. It's not as loud as it used to be." The hands slowly unwinded from the fists that they were. Kokichi was surprised; he suddenly realized that their hands were not cold like metal should be but rather contained a warmth he found himself longing to hold onto. Soothing, but he must not let them know.

"Still though. Kiiboy, you are so lame. Why are your hands those critical parts? One chop, and you're disabled in three different ways." Kokichi giggled his tease and watched the robot sigh once more, not of relaxation but rather disappointment.

"You're being rude again." Kiibo muttered to the teen and opened their eyes to rest upon their hands again. They tried to explain the importance of their hands to his indifferent ears. "My hands were built for functionality and comfort, while including fifty different functions. I find no problem with them."

He just rolled his eyes unimpressed. "Lame." That word escaped his mouth and the robot obviously flinched at the harshness in his tone. They did not say anything; however, to protect themselves. They merely soaked in his "robophobia" without a word but was saddened nonetheless. The music continued to haunt the silence between the two. Kokichi breathed in and out, and slid his eyes over to the brightly flashing screen. "Kiiboy-chan, it's almost time."

"Indeed." Was all the robot could muster to say, not moving a single inch of their body. They just remained slumped and miserable.

Eyeing them, Kokichi groaned and slumped his back against the wall. "What a boring game. Three days of life to be ended so abruptly. I wish it could continue."

His complaints stirred Kiibo to meet his eyes. He saw thoughtful thinking and processing running courses through the programing. He smiled a hidden smile. Finally, Kiibo placed their thoughts before him. "Even though it is a low probability, I can say I feel similar; however, that would mean someone would be sacrificed for our own survival. That is unacceptable." They were firm and resolute, without a trace of the misery that remain before. The robot was so easy to direct.

Kokichi sat back up and cheerfully spoke in light of their situation. "Well, at least we will go together. Will you fight, Kiiboy? Rocket punch?"

"I can't fight..." As if they were hiding something, Kiibo's voice trailed off absentmindedly. Though he had to admit curiosity, the teen did not want to heard some long story nor fight to hear it. Just was not enough time. There would be plenty more time in the afterlife.

So, he adjusted. "Then the only use for you is a shield. Nishishishi! Make sure to protect me well, 'kay?" The light jab was greeted by a gasp from the robot. How diabolical of him to suggest such a position for the lowly them. He was impressed by himself. He truly is the ultimate evil supreme leader.

"I wish I could take offense; however, I am more durable than you so I can actually shield you for a while." They accepted his words with saddened truth. Kokichi meant it as a joke but Kiibo was so serious. He was even more startled by their hands. Kiibo adjusted their hands to where they were locked together with Kokichi's. The robot continued their plea with a new form of purpose. "Yes, I will try to protect you and when that happens, make sure to run. As long as you keep moving you will have a greater chance for survival."

He narrowed his purple eyes and squeezed Kiibo's hands in return. "Stupid Kiiboy. I'm not running."

His declaration must have been so outlandish to Kiibo that all they could do was squeak. "Eh?" Or maybe they were blind to the truth. But either way annoyed the teenager greatly.

"I'm not going anywhere." Kokichi looked away and puffed his cheeks a little. This robot was just so dumb. "I said we will go together and that's not a lie. If you think about it practically, I would just be forestalling the inevitable. A waste of time and boring."

Kiibo tried to reason with him. "But Ouma-kun-" Kokichi silenced him with a stern gaze. That was all it took.

Then he relaxed his muscles and pondered some thoughts, all the while reading the robot for fear or something else. "Though I never got to do what I wanted to do in this place, I would rather die here. That would really piss off someone in particular. Doing such is an act of rebellion, don't ya think?"

"I don't understand your logic, but in any case..." Kiibo shook their head and a smile formed on their face at the childish teen. They finally completely stopped trembling. "It was somewhat a pleasure knowing you, Ouma-kun."

"The pleasure was all mine, Kiiboy-chan! That's a lie, though!" One minute left. The music continued. Though they ignored what he said, Kokichi observed Kiibo's eyes close as if they were waiting for the death to come or maybe to salvage the last moments of life. Regardless, he had no intention to do the same. His heart pounded with such painful apprehension, but still he did not close his eyes nor move them from the robot's death-like face. Their hands gripped each others tighter and tighter. The music continued. He shifted himself into a new postion mirroring Kiibo's before him. Carefully, Kokichi drew himself nearer to them. It was almost time. Time to depart from this world. But still, the teenager had one last wish. He was so close their noses almost touched and he mindlessly wondered if Kiibo could sense him; sense him and his desire.

Ding. Ding. Dong. Dong. "A body has been discovered. Everyone please gather in the library."

"Eh? What?! A body?!!" Kiibo's eyes snapped open so fast, Kokichi had no time to react. Their close gaze only locked for a minute before the robot peeled away, unaware of the other's motives no doubt. They jumped off the bed and began to pace in confusion.

Kokichi grumbled. "That means someone was murdered, doesn't it?" He was sour but he stood up as well. Already missing the moment, the warmth, the safety, and the desire.

However, he pushed those wants to the back of his mind as Kiibo's expression turned to horror and they gasped. "Oh no! That's terrible!! Let's hurry, Ouma-kun!" With that, they dashed to the entrance of Kokichi's room.

"Wait, Kiibo." Kokichi commanded and the robot halted. He waited until they turned around and looked him equally in the eye. "Can you keep this meeting private? It would really dampen my image if it was heard that I had to protect a fearful and powerless robot in my last moments."

"Oye! That's not what happened! What are you trying to pull, Ouma-kun?!" As Kiibo asked him that question, Kokichi lightly skipped by them out into the main entryway that connected all the dorms together.

"Nothing! Nishishishi!" He giggled and dashed away down the stairs, while tossing out the last few words. "Just don't expect people to believe you, I'll deny it with every lie I got!"

"Get back here!!" With the robot in hot pursuit, Kokichi headed to the murder more excited than ever. The game was continuing, not only the killing game, but his own personal one that only Kiibo and him were a part of. His true enjoyment.