[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

"...Speaking of which, what the hell are you getting angry with saplings?"

Hinata thinks that sometimes it is not a good thing for one person to know too much. For example, at this moment, his group of carefree companions have not noticed anything yet, but he has long since noticed that the relationship between Komaeda and Sapling is getting colder and colder. atmosphere.

The white-haired boy who was accosted by him glanced across his eyes at him for a moment, raised the line of his lips, and suddenly sneered "heh", and turned his head away without answering.

"..."

Hinata was confused by this completely different cold response from usual, he knew that Komaeda had not been in a good mood since they were lured into the surprise room by Monokuma, at least he could maintain his usual gentle and polite manner a few days ago Unexpectedly, after the murder happened again, the guy who reappeared in front of his eyes didn't even bother to pretend.

Hinata didn't think about his abnormality in other directions, but naturally guessed along the original logic - this is the second stage of the cold war between the two, and it is starting to affect Chiyu?

Originally, in terms of the relationship between Hinata and these two people, he was more inclined to care about the gentle and harmless sapling, rather than Komaeda, a potential dangerous person who tore off his disguise. After all, someone still has various actions, words and actions. A lesson from the past... However, the design of the Surprise House cleverly separates the students who live in the Grape House and the Strawberry House. Except for Komaeda who came to her side through unknown means, Hinata cannot communicate with other boys.

As for Komaeda, of course he knows that this "seedling" can easily come here through the same means as himself, but unfortunately, as long as that person doesn't want to reveal his identity, he must be limited by the character that saplings will not easily take risks in front of everyone. So he used Nine-headed Dragon and Zuo Tianyi to contain the opponent.

"Well, it's fine if you don't want to say it." Hinata is well aware of the truth that couples quarreling and ignoring dogs, he quickly changed the subject wisely, "The stairwell hasn't been repaired, how did you come to me? Did you find any clues?"

"Well, I found it."

"That--"

"But why should I tell you?"

Komaeda looked at Hinata with complicated eyes, like disappointment after shattered expectations, a kind of condescending regret, and a kind of resentment and self-deprecation that he hid deeply, extending from the depths of his obsession .

Even if it is the loss of memory, some emotions are not eliminated so easily, and even because of the lost target, they vent aimlessly to all the existences related to it.

"No talent...Hyuga-kun." He smiled, "I went into the ultimate death room and saw some very interesting materials, including your part, Hyuga-kun from the preparatory subject, no wonder you can't tell Your talent, it turns out that you have no talent at all.”

Taking a deep look at the surprised man, Komaeda turned and left.He was also suppressing the irritability in his heart, the irritability that had been hovering in his heart since he saw the real materials.With his intelligence and sensitivity, he can be sure that the black and white bear is not deceiving himself, because these truths are the real malice.

Between the ultimate death, this is a place where only Komaeda Nagito can pass the level. Even Makoto Naegi has no such [-]% possibility, and the gift prepared for the final level is a conspiracy aimed at him without a doubt .

The mastermind behind the scenes must know him very well, Komaeda gritted his teeth slightly, because even he himself did not expect that when he knew that the students on the island, the 77th batch of Hope Peak, were all desperate remnants, his heart ached. The strong uneasiness and killing intent flashed away.

At that moment, it was as if a corner of lost memory had been uncovered. In the distorted picture flickering with black and white snowflakes, it was me who had fallen into despair and gently rubbed the cheek of Miao Mu with his palm, who was much younger than now. The junior raised his face ignorantly, and he seemed to smile casually, but he was thinking about how to occupy the other party by destroying him.

He will let him die in his arms, full of heart and eyes, and let himself occupy the other person's mind at the last moment. He will protect his body very well. Without life, there is no need to be afraid that misfortune will take him away and give him Put on exquisite clothes and lock them by their side, they will always accompany each other in the future, even if the world is destroyed.

Dark emotions.

Komaeda, who broke free from the inexplicable flash of memory, fell to the ground profusely with sweat, his whole body was soaked like water, his pupils trembled and contracted violently, barely enduring the desire to retch, shocked himself to have such a thought.

This is despair?

It turns out... On this island, except for the sapling and the "traitor" hiding among them, they are all such dirty monsters.

Komaeda Nagito felt extremely sick.

So, Naegi-kun, why did you come to this island?

Komaeda Nagito is very observant, and his memory is quite good. He remembered the incompatibility and incompatibility of Sapling at the beginning of his appearance, as if the other party was an unplanned character at all.

You are a student of the 78th class, you are my junior, and you are probably also my past lover. More importantly, you still defeated the hero of despair. How would you treat those of us who have gone astray? "Seniors"?

You will definitely save us, even if we are hopeless, he couldn't help thinking, but this is wrong, excessive kindness will only help the evildoers, you who have never experienced this kind of darkness will never understand, people infected with despair It's just a filthy pool of mud that stains everything they touch, and you shouldn't get your hands dirty for us.

You should go back, leave me, and return to your righteous companions.

Even watching from far away is better than it is now, we should stay away from each other.

You are the child of light favored by fate, and you should not be contaminated with the darkness that does not belong to you.

Komaeda has always wanted to have his happiness, but if he is destined not to have it, at least he hopes that he can watch the sapling continue to be happy as before.

In fact, he is very clear about the core of this cannibalism game. Whether it is Monokuma, Usagi, Sapling, or the mastermind behind the scenes, none of them has the ability to kill himself and the other desperate remnants of the 77th issue. "The guy will not take the initiative to kill them, that person probably approached them with the purpose of "saving".

The only ones who can kill them are themselves.

What is the purpose of this game?Komaeda Nagito sneered slightly.

Maybe it's a battle royale where the winner is exempted. When they kill each other until only the last person is left, that person will get something... But why is this? The winner is the lurking "traitor".

So, it's for "cleaning up".

Let them... clean themselves up.

Ordinary people would probably be angry or terrified when they came to such a conclusion, but Komaeda was different, he thought very calmly, this was just what he wanted.

He even disliked the fact that the process of eliminating the murderer round by round is too procrastinated. Unfortunately, most of the prisoners in this round are not "traitors", otherwise it would be better for everyone to wipe out the whole army together.

but it does not matter.

In the next round, as long as he designs a situation in which no one but the "traitor" can survive, won't he be able to resolve the immediate stalemate?

On the contrary... Naegi-kun might be sad.Perhaps this would be the only regret in Komaeda's heart, he slowly lowered his eyes, the emotions in his eyes flickered, and then he smiled and sighed helplessly.

This kid, it seems like he was destined to conquer him, how could he just happen to be one year younger than himself, enter the Peak of Hope, and become a "lucky" junior like him?Thinking about his lost memory, he must have nothing to do with him.The character of the seedling is almost grown according to his favorite appearance, like a green sapling exuding the breath of the sun.

Komaeda didn't know that when he made up his mind, in another place in this world, the sapling who had just escaped from the vortex of memory fell to the ground.

The cold light from the cold instrument illuminates his pale and haggard face. No matter how strong his willpower is, he is still just an ordinary person. He has received the memories of 15 people falling into despair at one time, even if he can still maintain his own consciousness. Mentally it's really hard to load.

Perhaps this has long been expected by Enoshima Dunko. Her talent enables her to easily create the situation she wants to see, and all the seemingly casual details are woven into the most sinister cobweb.

"Welcome to start the 'New World Program' electronic student handbook."

Inorganic electronic sounds echoed in my ears.

"Your permission mode is administrator mode."

Can't pass out, they're still waiting for him.He shouted hoarsely in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound due to the splitting headache. The sweat that oozes flowed down his neck and gathered deep in his collarbone, and his slender five fingers grabbed the ground convulsively...

"Good evening, Mr. Naegi Makoto."

The electronic sound fell silent, and the program repeatedly scanned the seedlings, waiting for an order, but the comatose human being did not make any sound, his breathing was very thin and messy, his thin eyelids covered the light-colored eyeballs, sweating Beads are adorned on the wet eyelashes, like a drop of tear.

A program is different from a human being. A thought has passed through a human mind countless times. Others can read it from his eyes and demeanor, but it still doesn't know it.

So sometimes, no matter how powerful a person is, he is still powerless.

Such is the cunning of despair.

The fourth referee ended, Tanaka died during the execution, and Sonia took in his hamster.

The atmosphere among the people was gloomy and cold, this time even the always active sapling didn't say anything to comfort him, he just rolled his eyes and observed something thoughtfully, Komaeda glanced at them indifferently, turned and left indifferently.

"...What's wrong with Komaeda-kun?" Qihai showed a worried look, "Naegi-kun doesn't look right either."

Hinata seemed to want to say something, but stopped for a while before saying discouragedly, "Leave them alone."

"But……"

"I'm a little tired." Hinata said this, showing a tired expression, nodded apologetically to her, and then left.

The cold night wind blew away people's hearts.

In the silent night, the silvery moonlight filled the earth, but because of the layout of the wooden house, most of the pool was covered by shadows.

The sapling disguised as something unknown was sitting by the window, his legs dangling leisurely, and he watched playfully the white-haired boy standing alone by the corridor, not hiding the sharp malice in his eyes in the dim shadows.

"What are you thinking?" He was very curious, his voice raised high, and he asked meaningfully, "Komaeda-kun... Senior, after reading that file, you seldom talk to me. Are you harboring a grudge for concealing it? Don't like me?"

Floating water waves made clear water sounds in the still night, and the shadow of the moon was pulsating in the black pool. Komaeda stood still for a while, then sat down, stretched out his fingers casually to shatter the pool of silvery moonlight, and smiled noncommittally. laugh.

The boy snorted, and changed to a more aggressive posture with his legs crossed, his fingers resting on the cold window frame, his eyes were almost alluring, full of evil spirits, it was impossible for a seedling to have such an expression, such Quirky eyes.

Komaeda lowered his eyelashes involuntarily, and a haze flashed quickly in his eyes. He found that he couldn't see others acting recklessly with the appearance of a sapling, and his despicable and selfish possessiveness was clamoring for displeasure.

"Are you behind the scenes?" He asked softly.

The man laughed out loud, as if hearing an interesting topic, he didn't answer Komaeda, but tilted his head playfully.

"Probably? You might as well guess more."

Fake Seedling paused for a moment, he thought of a topic that would definitely arouse Komaeda's interest, and the smile on his lips suddenly widened.

"By the way, he's coming back soon." A tacit secret word, the other party narrowed his eyes slightly, and made a provocative gesture of shooting a pistol at the moment Komaeda suddenly crossed his line of sight, "Tomorrow, maybe in the afternoon , or maybe in the morning, who knows? You must be looking forward to it."

Looking forward to it?

Komaeda thought for a moment, thinking about what he should do, and decided not to think about such a wicked topic.

If Hinata was present and knew about his mental activities, he couldn't tell whether he should give priority to tying him up without saying a word, or complain about how people like him sometimes reflect on their own wickedness.

Although these two people don't really want to admit it in their hearts, they are such a relationship that can see through each other's nature from time to time, no matter when they appreciate each other or hate each other, they don't delay these.

Komaeda didn't want to talk much.

In the eyes of others, his impression is probably always a bit eloquent. In fact, words are just a tool for him to achieve his goal. When he doesn't need this tool, he is more used to being quiet, and his handsome eyebrows reveal a cold look. breath.

The fake sapling disappeared at some point, he didn’t need to reappear, and Komaeda didn’t care, anyway, this island was the opponent’s home field, if he hadn’t been forced to show up by some means according to the rules, he would have known that the students on other occasions I can't even move him.

He is not unfamiliar with the feeling of being helpless when he is driven to a desperate situation by fate. Even though years have passed, many memories of his youth are still vivid in his mind.

Komaeda thought it was ridiculous. Many people have heard the story of taming a baby elephant. There are many people who think that the beast is stupid. He didn’t think that he himself would escape from prison. A person's life is in danger, and love creates fear and worry, so even though there are many thoughts circling in his heart, how to save himself, how to detach himself, he is very unwilling... subtly and quickly dispersed like a mist, leaving only a tired indifference, he does not want to played.

At the tip of the moon, the cool air still had the moisture of the waves, and soon a white line appeared at the junction of the sea and the sky, and the misty vision gradually turned into bright and brilliant, as did the temperature.

A new island will be opened on the new day after the referee. People who have long been accustomed to this rule got up early that day, but they waited in the restaurant for a long time and did not see Komaeda and Naegi. The situation of the response made those who recalled Komaeda's abnormal behavior yesterday feel uneasy.

The scope of Jaba Walker Island is too large, and I don't know where the two have gone.

Hyuga pondered for a moment: "Let's go to the new island first."

The newly opened island seems to be buried with more core information that imprisoned them here. They were disturbed by the dolls made on the assembly line in the monochrome bear production factory, and anxiously speculated about the destructive killing of the monochrome beast. Whether the device also came from here, everyone hurriedly looked for clues on the island.

What made everything even more chaotic was that Komaeda seemed to have explored this place a step ahead of them, and left behind a few messages full of strong provocations, which made him want to find out the "traitor" among the crowd. It is obvious, but he is not such a character that can be dismissed so easily, and making troubles makes people quite anxious.

Until the fire that started in the warehouse.

Hinata was stunned for a moment, it was Nanami's anxious and decisive action that awakened his attention, and so did the others behind him, but their momentary pause was not in the same sense of panic as Hinata, but closer to an unconscious trance, It seemed that they had experienced the scene in front of them and were familiar with it to the bone.

"What to do...the fire can't be extinguished..."

All the fire extinguishing bombs were thrown into the fire, but the vigorous fire did not show any sign of decay. The oncoming heat wave scorched the air, black smoke filled the air, and the burnt smell filled the nostrils. You could almost feel the change of oxygen. It's pretty thin.

Everyone looked at the warehouse helplessly, they didn't know what would be destroyed by the fire, they were just instinctively uneasy.

Until the emergence of seedlings.

No one could see when the brown-haired boy came over. He separated the crowd crowded by the door, and the joyful fire was reflected in the depths of his pupils. The orange-red fire was hot and evil, as if the light in his eyes Burn out.

Reason is also burned to ashes at this moment.

He didn't wait for others to react, he rushed into the fire scene at leisure, let the flames wrap his body, the burnt railing collapsed behind his figure, sparks splashed, and even more smoke and dust were raised.

"Cough...cough cough!"

The flames crackled, the black smoke dazzled the eyes, and the naked skin was quickly burned by the high temperature, exposing the scarlet charred flesh, blood mixed with thin tissue fluid dripping down... Even if this is not a real body, the pain It has also been so real that people can't tell the difference. In a sense, this state of mentally recognizing that one has suffered great harm is even more deadly.

Miaomu was in pain, he was in excruciating pain, the thick smoke obscured his vision, he could only run in the fire by instinct, and from time to time something burning on him fell on his body, hitting his spine with pain, and his throat hurt. Almost all smelled fishy.

He didn't dare to cough hard, let alone breathe violently, his chest was so painful that it was about to burst, but even his shoes were almost burned to pieces in an instant.

No...don't leave me, Komaeda-senpai, you can't do that.

The sadness and pain in his heart made him unable to care about anything. Since waking up, what he saw on the monitor was the scene of the other party being caught in the fire. Seedling only felt that it was nothing more than burning inside. The fire was such a terrible fire. Like a recurring nightmare, he dared not take a step back, let alone stop, for fear that the difference between one step and the other would be the difference between life and death.

Komaeda Nagito's consciousness was a little drowsy, probably because the poison he had hidden in the fire extinguisher began to vaporize and spread, he closed his eyes slightly, and his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the voice of seedlings, but how could this be possible?There was already a sea of ​​flames around, Komaeda arranged everything very well, no one broke in.

...It's not that I don't want my life.

He couldn't help thinking self-deprecatingly.

Whenever he was immersed in ease and couldn't help but have a little extravagant hope in his heart, the roller coaster of fate would always throw him from a high place at will.Perhaps this is the curse brought about by his talent, making all his treasures too easy to get and too easy to lose.

And he can only bear this price without any resistance.

Komaeda slowly tightened his trembling fingers. His left hand was nailed to the ground by himself with a knife, and it was very painful, while his free right hand was holding a rope hanging from a sharp silver gun. He felt his own His physical strength and consciousness were dissipating rapidly. If possible, he hoped that he would wait for the poison to spread completely and paralyze his five senses before letting go, so that when the murder weapon penetrated his body, it would not hurt so much.

His whole body is like a bow that has been stretched to the extreme, it is so tight that it may be on the verge of breaking at any moment.

In an instant, many pictures flashed through his mind, and sometimes he was so discouraged that he questioned the meaning of his own existence, whether it would be better for others in this world without him, but his pride and will quickly overruled it. This cowardly escape thought.

Even within his own limitations, Komaeda believed in the limitless potential of human beings.There will be more people in this world who are more powerful than him. Despair cannot harm him, disaster cannot destroy him, and fate cannot shake him!

For this, Komaeda felt very sorry and relieved.

"Talent is such a good thing..." He murmured to himself, with death on his pale cheeks, "Even if I die, I still want my wish to be fulfilled."

The reasoning of the next school-level referee is doomed to be unsolvable!

"You're not right, how can death help you get what you want?"

The low voice came to my ears, hurried, difficult, hoarse, with a deep sigh.Hearing the sound, Komaeda suddenly opened his eyes wide, he had already lost his eyesight, his vision was pitch black, and he vaguely sensed that someone seemed to be beside him.

"Death is just the most helpless compromise. You haven't lost yet, are you going to admit defeat?"

Komaeda only felt that the five fingers of his right hand were crossed by the fingers of the other hand, and then he realized that he had loosened the rope at some point.But the murder weapon fell, why didn't it hurt at all?If the feeling of touch disappeared, he would not know that his hand was being held, and the hand pierced by the dagger was still stinging hotly.

It seemed that tears were falling on his cheeks one after another, and the young man's voice was choked with strong accusations.

"Senior, you can't do this. It's too much. You were the one who provoked me first. How can you leave someone willful?"

is that so?Komaeda didn't remember.But that didn't stop him from being happy to hear it.

This made him feel that his life was like a big dream, even if he couldn't get it in the end, at least he wouldn't be ignorant of what he wanted and what he would do.

"You are my senior, and I have always listened to you. Even, even if you deliberately told me not to forget you and always remember you at that time, I would have listened... But I actually don't want to listen to you at all."

Seedling's voice lowered, but it was still very clear, as if it was whispering slowly in his ear.

"I don't want to remember the scene of you leaving me in such a tragic way. It makes me very painful and regretful...I don't want our memories to become like this. I hope that whenever I think of you, I will see you What came out were some pictures full of happiness.”

So, this time, you should listen to me.

Seedling stared fixedly at Komaeda's face, the white-haired boy closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep, but he knew he wouldn't open them, his blood-stained face made him look ashen The cold and hard, only stained blood stains are so bright that it hurts the eyes.

"It would be great if you could act a little later. I haven't told you the truth about this world. In fact, we are all in a world of game programs. Now I have the authority of the administrator. As long as half of the people in this world If you agree, you can stop the school referee and forcibly wake up all the living...all the living people." A stream of blood gushed out of his throat, and the seedling paused for a long while, still lying on Komaeda's body, smiling wryly Said, "It's all my fault for not being up to date. I came too late."

The sharp gun of Gungnir almost pierced his chest and got stuck in the ribs of his chest, but the chest and lungs seemed to be severely injured, and his body temperature lost rapidly with the massive blood loss. He had difficulty breathing, and every breath was tearing Cracking pain, the smell of blood filled the mouth and nose.

"Yes...I'm sorry, even if I may live up to your expectations and never wake up again, I want to gamble again." He murmured, clasping Komaeda's cold fingers tightly, "Even if I die in this world, Ms. Yueguangyuan said that human beings still have a deeper world of consciousness, but there is a great risk of getting lost... You found me three years ago, so let me find you now."