He rushed into the room and Kokichi slammed the door behind him. “If you break it I’ll be forced to kill you,” Kokichi slowly opened the door, seeing Shuichi holding a plate of food, and his eyes widening. “Just promise, okay?” Kokichi pleaded to the detective. Kokichi slowly made his way to the door, speaking in a much softer tone, “Just…promise not to laugh.” Shuichi sighed, “I know you must be starving, so please, let me give you some food.”
“Go away! I’m dead!” Kokichi shouted at the door, stomach growling almost as loud as he was talking. Also some milk at Yumeno-san’s suggestion…” The voice belonged to Shuichi Saihara, the boy detective that Kokichi adored most of all. “Oma-kun, are you okay? You didn’t come to breakfast…” the soft voice permeated through the door, hitting Kokichi’s ears with enhanced ease. So here Kokichi would sit, away from everyone else, until this wretched potion wore off. He needed to be feared and hated for his plans to work, and adorable cat ears and a tail were absolutely not according to plan. It was true that Kokichi was pretty much the social pariah of the group, but that was according to plan. Kokichi stared at his ears and tails and wondered how the hell he was supposed to go outside looking like a weird human-cat-hybrid without becoming the laughing stock of the killing game. The supreme leader drank it and it tasted suspiciously like Panta, which was not a fact that he hated by any means, but it did lead him to believe that the potion was decidedly non-magical. So it certainly wasn’t Kokichi’s fault when he whined to the mage to show him the real stuff and she begrudgingly gave him one of her prized “potions” as proof. It was a great show, but noticeably lacking in the real magic department. He had a grand time watching the magician saw the aikido master in half, stick swords through her, and even pull birds from her ears. The previous day he had chosen to harass the sleepy Himiko in her lab, forcing her to do a magic show for him, with the assistance of Tenko. Kokichi Oma was part cat, and he had absolutely no idea how this had happened. They were also infuriating, but not nearly as much as the tail swishing behind him. They were adorned with dark, violet tipped fur, identical to the color of the hair on the boy’s head. “How the hell did this even happen?” Kokichi glared at the mirror, examining his furry cat-like ears sitting on the top of his head. BUT that being said I still wanted to try writing it. Ahhh here’s a Neko Ouma story I gave up on :P I’m not a huge fan of the neko thing, like it’s alright, but it’s often overdone.
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