Battle Royale Fan Fiction ❯ If... ❯ The Best Laid Plans ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 6: The Best Laid Plans

What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?
-"What If," Creed

WHITE

As the White Team sat by the kitchen table with Yukie's map placed in the middle, they all realized that mixing Chicken and Stars with tomato juice made for a horrible combination. But it was not the time to be picky; there were more important things to worry about.

"Since there's two guards to each boat, we may be able subdue them." Yukie drew a line from the lighthouse to the nearest guard-filled edge on the map.

"What if the others find out? They could just chase us down." As much as Tadakatsu didn't like being a kill-joy, The Program had killed anything resembling a positive mood for him. He didn't even want to attend the stupid overnight trip and look where it got them. Can't bitch about it now; he just had to hope that Yukie's plan worked.

"That's what the other students are for; we'll divide everyone up and take on the soldiers all at once."

"And hit them hard and fast." Mizuho ceased dunking the stars in her bowl and drew out Sakura's kitana. "You can't act upon what you can't hear." A rush of divine power coursed through Mizuho's veins as she delivered a spinning slash at the air. Sakura sure was lucky to get such a cool weapon. Guns were nice, but it just didn't grant her the true power that only a bladed weapon could provide. It was as if she could take on the entire world itself with her newly dubbed "Celestial Sword" and her Ivory Crusaders at her side. All she had to do now was ignored Sakura's disturbed look, their true destiny can begin.

ORANGE

They were picked clean, every single one of them. To see her friends laying there with their brains oozing out of their skulls wasn't the only thing that made Satomi's blood boil, but the fact that their bags were torn open with the contents thrown aside and picked clean. Not a single tinge of sympathy for who they once belonged to.

"Scavengers." Satomi mumbled as she shut the eyes of her friend just like she did for Keita, Kyouichi, and Mitsuru. Damn, no one was safe from this game. The glare of insanity in Kyouichi eyes and fear and desperation as the dry cleaner bag sucked itself into Mitsuru's face even sent a tinge of fear into the guys' hearts. Even with his little outburst, Satomi assumed that Kyoichi would be able to keep from snapping. And Mitsuru, Mr. Tough Guy, was reduced to the state of a frightened child the second that bag went around his head. "We're fighting back."

"What?" The declaration threw Kaori back ten feet.

"I said we're fighting back." Satomi rose to her feet.

"Yeah, we're gonna kick their fucking asses." Ryuhei cheered; he was starting to like Satomi more with each minute.

"Are you insane?" Thoughts of friends being pumped full of holes plagued Kaori's head. "Our friends are out there."

"So were mine," Satomi's mood darkened. "And look what happened to them. And the rest of them could be playing the game; forgetting that we even exist."

"But..." She turned to Tatsumichi. "Come on, Tatsumichi, you understand what I'm talking about."

"I guess." Letting out a defeated sigh, she knew he was only trying to make her feel better.

"Fine." Just maybe if she wished hard enough, Satomi would forget about the whole thing.

BLUE and YELLOW

The Blue and Yellow teams were just a pulley away from setting Yutaka's Revenge into action. When Yuuichiro thought about it, the name fit their plan perfectly and then left him with his guilt coming back to nag at him. If he just insisted on coming along with Yutaka, could it have all been prevented? Then what would Shinji call his plan? Shinji's Revenge? Or maybe nothing at all.

"It's like they all ran off in advance." Yuuichiro sighed, everywhere they looked was devoid of pulleys or they were the wrong size.

"Such a brave boy..." Mitsuko's sexy, soothing voice felt like a siren's call against the hours of silence both teams had endured. One of her hands wrapped itself around his just as he was about to retrieve his diary page from his pocket.

"Screw the paper." His blushing had died down as he got use to being around Mitsuko and Takako. It was a relief, too, he felt like such a dork every time it happened. There was still a little red here and there, but far from enough to make his face look like it was sunburned.

"What are you talking about?" Yuiichiro's voice dulled to a whisper.

"The alliance, giving Takako your gun; if it were me I would've killed them off from the inside a long time ago."

"It's because I trust them." Yuuichiro stopped himself. "Ok, maybe not Kazushi and Hiroshi, but you got to give people a chance. Innocent until proven guilty."

"Cute. Did you come up with while polishing your little halo?" Was this boy for real? Why wasn't he drooling over her, making lewd comments or offering favors for a "peek of pink." She wouldn't be surprised if he had wet dreams of Shou when she thought about it. "Don't you remember? Kill or be killed."

His eyes gave off a tinge of pity. "That's what they want us to think. Pick on whoever is weaker, work yourself to death, judge everyone, The Program's no different. I mean, except that you have to kill people."

"..."

"It's just like with Megumi's sister. Some of the boys on my block use to harass her until she cried just because she they thought she was a whore."

"Do you trust me?"

"Unless you prove otherwise."

"So innocent." Mitsuko's lips curved into a sad little smile, kissed him, and she walked off.

*****

"Stupid Kazushi." After looking over her shoulder for the fifth time without a single pervert in sight, Takako decided that the coast was clear enough for her to finally answer the call of nature behind a small grove of trees. Just a little more effort and Shinji's plan (if it worked) would get them out of this Hell. "You'd think he'd get the point by now."

Even in this death trap he made another pathetic attempt with the promise of getting a motel room and showing his appreciation for her help. God, when was that prick going learn? Hiroshi respected her privacy and he was a thug who beat up other kids and once stole three-hundred dollars worth of fishing tackle. At least she had the chance to do something, no matter how mundane, in peace.

"Time to go back." She sighed, pulled up her panties, and got slammed face- first into a tree by Kazushi.

"Sorry about your face," Takako felt the cold, hard steel of Yuuichiro's gun (that he swiped the second she hit the tree) pressed against her neck and the blood from her nose running down her face. His whispering was like needles scrapping along the flesh of her ears. "But you've said no to me for the last time."

"Let me go you son of a bitch!" Grabbing a handful of her hair with his free hand, he yanked her close enough for his tongue to lick the back of her ear.

"Yeah right." Even imagining that it was Hiroki who passionately sniffed her hair did little to ease her stomach. "All I have to do is blow a hole in that pretty little head of yours in self-defense. Everyone knows how much the big bad robo-bitch hates me and having that slut on your team isn't going to help you either."

"Damn you." Don't cry, it'll only egg him on. For a brief second, her scalp stopped hurting from her hair being so greedfuly pulled. Any hopes she had of Kazushi conscience getting the better of him were dashed to bits as he seized the front of her top, pulled her so their faces met, and kissed her hard. "Hiroki..." It was no use, no amount of imagination could convince her that it was him. Her dearest friend would never hurt her while sticking his slimy tongue down her throat.

She felt her lips bruising from the impact of Kazushi, her gag reflex moments from being triggered, and now the taste of blood splattering into her mouth and Kazushi corpse falling to her feet. "Mitsuko, what are you doing here?"

Her teammate gazed with an emotion that Takako couldn't quite recognize as Mitsuko wiped her sickle that had previously been imbedded into the back of Kazushi skull against the grass.

"You lying bitch." Megumi yelled; her eyes fixated on the blood oozing from her teammate's head. "Hiroshi, grab her."

"Shit." Takako grumbled, attending to her nose bleed.

"I knew you'd try to destroy us." Megumi's hands trembled in a mix of anger and fear as she held out her diver's knife. Those idiots just had to let their penises do their thinking for them. Maybe if she was a skanky, big-boobed sexpot they would've listened to her and Kazushi would still be alive.

"Megumi, stop it!" Yuuichiro tried to wrestle the knife out of her hands.

"Let go you little dweeb." Summoning all of her strength, she snapped the knife out his grasp, accidentally slashing his face. That sweet, innocent face of his. It'd probably scar thanks to that little bitch. Mitsuko brandished her sickle; screw the allegiance, it was time to pay Megumi back.

"Nice try, bitch." Out of nowhere Hiroshi flanked and sent one of his fists right into her stomach.

"Shut-up, all of you!" Shinji shot a bullet into the air. "What the Hell is going on here?"

"They killed Kazushi." Megumi turned to her team's leader, pointing at Kazushi's corpse.

"He tried to rape me." Takako pointed fiercely at her nose. "You think I did this to myself?"

"Bull. You were totally sucking his face."

"Why you little..." Oh how tempting it was to grab her by her shirt and scream into her face.

"Don't take it so hard, Takako," Mitsuko said between wheezing for the air that was knocked out of her. "It's not Megumi's fault that she doesn't want to share her little Shinji-Poo with any of the other sluts out here."

Megumi's face flared up. "Th-that's not true."

"Then I guess you don't go to his games just so you can stare at his ass."

"Hey, it's a nice a...Shoot her, now."

"Both of you, please." Yuuichiro ran in front of his teammates. "We can talk this out."

"Fine." Shinji turned to him. "We'll start with Yutaka's death and I want the truth this time."

"I told you, he lost his bag and ran off."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"He wouldn't let us. By the time we got to him, he was already dead."

Shinji gazed back at him, then Kazushi, and the rest of the team. "Fine." He lowered his gun. "You have a five minute head start and if we find you again, all bets are off."

"I see." Yuuichiro went back to help the girls get back on their feet.

"Mitsuko," Mitsuko turned toward her teammate. "Why did you help me back there?"

"Because he reminded me of my father."

PINK

Since neither her nor Hirono had any medical experience, it was decided that it would be better for them to sit in the waiting room. Yumiko had never been much of a fan of The Housewife Journal, but it sure beat pacing around the room worrying her head off.

"Oh, that looks so good." A decadent chocolate mouse and peanut butter cake drew her in. "Yukiko would just love it." She impulsively began to tear the page out and stopped in her tracks as the memory of Kamon's announcement came to haunt her. "Damn them."

"Yumiko?" Hirono who was laying on her back on the floor with her feet propped up on a chair. "You alright?"

"I just remembered something, that's all." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand; her teammate just shrugged and went back to her copy of Pop Idol.

"I wonder if ol' Pizza Face knows that her precious Junya just got engaged to his manager."

"I didn't know you were into pop music."

"That stuff's for fags. Now metal, that's real music. I have a cousin whose in the black market music business. Sure I can't understand what Rob Zombie or Fear Factory are saying, but it's worth it. They could be singing about bunny rabbits and taking their grandmas shopping for all I know."

"Hirono, Yumiko." Shougo walked in, ignoring how bloody his shirt and hands were. "You can see her now."

The two ran off like a child meeting their beloved father coming home from work. "Chisato, thank god you're alright."

Chisato smiled back at Yumiko from the stretcher she was sitting on. Her bloody uniform was ditched in favor of a white, puffed, short-sleeved blouse; imitation leather sandals, a pair of clam- diggers, a bright, colorful butterfly hair clip; and a torso covered in bandages. "Thank Shougo for that." A dreamy look flashed in her eyes when she said his name. "You two wouldn't have a mirror would you?" They shook their heads. "Oh. It's not on crooked, is it?" She adjusted the hair clip.

"What are you talking about? I thought you liked Shinji."

"Hey, I'm a girl, I can change my mind."

"I'd fuck him." A sly smile crept upon Hirono's face.

It didn't even help to ease Yumiko's discomfort. "Doesn't it seem a little weird that he knows so much?"

"Maybe he's just smart." Chisato's love-struck demeanor began to fade.

"Or how he could shoot Kyouichi without flinching."

"I killed someone and I don't see you bitching about it." Said Hirono.

"Well...You're a thug, it's expected of you."

"Oh. So only goody-goody little prisses are allowed to have feelings?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" Shougo's sudden presence caused Yumiko to jump. Regaining her courage, she fearlessly turned toward him.

"What I mean is what are you doing here? You sure seem to know a lot for someone who was held back a year."

"Yumiko, you leave him alone!" Ignoring Chisato, she went on.

"How could you know about ducking under the windows or setting the trip wires?"

"Maybe because I played the fucking game last year." He pointed to the scar on his face. "And spent nine months in the hospital, reading survival manuals, knowing that my father, girlfriend, and classmates were dead."

"I..." Yumiko head went down like a guilty child. "I'm sorry."

End of Chapter 6. 30 Students Remain.