Battle Royale Fan Fiction ❯ If... ❯ Nothing Personal ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 9: Nothing Personal

"So when you fall to the ground,
and finally get back to reality,
And no one at all is around,
So tell me how does it feels to be the enemy?"
-"Enemy," Sevendust

RED

"Ah, perfect." Toshimori mused as he came across a motorcycle helmet when his team took a rest stop near an abandoned garage. He picked it up and examined it like a fine diamond. "No more worrying about any head shots."

He wasn't sure why the motorcycle it belonged to was now drawing his attention away from putting the helmet on. The domestic models never did much for him, but this one was different. He couldn't quite make out the name, Har-something or other, but this was a machine that radiated the strength and power of the most deserving. Damn those lower-class thugs for claiming it as their own.

"What's with Toshimori?" Fumiyo, who had replaced her ruined skirt with a pair of jeans, whispered to Shuuya.

"I think he's in love." She tried to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing to no avail. This was more of Yuka's territory, but it did Shuuya's heart good to see his teammate smile. "Friend." He said in a creepy voice, mimicking Toshimori's movements as he ran his hand across the motorcycle.

"You're horrible." She was going to kill Shuuya for making her laugh so hard that she snorted and had tears coming down her eyes.

"Hey, what are you two idiots laughing about?"

"Nothing." She managed to say after two attempts between fits of laughter.

Toshimori just simply grunted and put his new helmet on. "I wonder if it would be legal to get my collar off first and then kill them."

ORANGE

The more he thought about it, the more Tatsumichi wondered what it would feel like to wrap his hands around Satomi's neck. What gave that creepy bitch the right to abandon Kaori? When you're part of a team you work together, just like in basketball. Then again, if he was such a great team player, then how come didn't do a damn thing?

Maybe if he was blessed with a sub machine gun and thought of fighting back and raiding garages for food first, she wouldn't so high a mighty. Even Ryuhei was following her around like a puppy, as if she was a member of his little crime family. Just another pinch of salt to rub into the wound of resentment.

Satomi turned her head to check on him, her face looked like a bit of sadness was peaking out amongst her tough demeanor only to immediately be shoved back down with a cold determination. She motioned her teammates to come up and pointed her weapon to where she wanted them to look; some new yellow-collared victims had just arrived.

YELLOW

They were going to make it. They were really going to make it. Megumi tried to contain her glee and keep from skipping as her and Hiroshi made their way to ravine and help set Yutaka's Revenge (or Kaori's Revenge as she dubbed it) into action. No offense to Hiroshi, but she didn't see why she couldn't go with her dear, sweet Shinji. After all, it was her diver's knife he was using to cut the line. Shinji just flashed one of his world famous flirtatious smiles, gave her his gun to protect herself with, and she forgot every thought that was in her head.

She gazed upon the Desert Eagle as if he had just given her the Hope Diamond and cradled it close to her chest. "He really does care." She could just imagine the tears of joy running down her family's faces as their little girl returned home safe and sound. She'd just have to hide out for a bit until it all blew over and then they could return to their lives. Hiroshi would probably find another gang to hang with and who knew; maybe Shinji would come to return her feelings towards him. Mrs. Megumi Mimura, it had such a nice ring to it. She turned her head, no sign of Shinji. While he had a longer way to walk, it still disturbed her. Who knew which teams had surrendered to the game and were now thirsting for their blood.

"Umph!" Shinji's cry and rather nasty thud filled Megumi's ears as threw her rationality out the window and ran to the sound.

"Megumi, wait!" Hiroshi cried out only to be ignored. "Dumb bitch." He sighed and went after her before she could get herself killed.

"Shinji! Are you oka..." Megumi's feet came to a screeching halt, forcing Hiroshi to almost trip over himself when he attempted to keep from ramming into her. Except for the paleness growing on her face, almost every function in her body had given up. "Sa-Satomi..." Even one simple word was almost painful to utter.

"Sorry." Pulling the trigger, Satomi had managed to blast enough holes into them and the bomb Hiroshi was holding that the only thing they could do was get caught in the blast and send the Orange team flying back a few feet.

"Damn." Tatsumichi muttered as he and his team, now adorned with a few cuts and bruises of their own, picked themselves off the grass. He shook his head and failed to make everything stop spinning. Just what the Hell did The Program give Hiroshi? Apparently something powerful enough to blow him and Megumi to bits. It's a good thing they were far enough away not to be taken with them.

"There he is!" Ryuhei shouted and fired a few missed shots at a now fleeing Shinji. Tatsumichi's head had finally stopped spinning, but it didn't make anything better. This was too unreal, like some crazed, drug-induced nightmare, seeing a cool, confident tomcat like Shinji struck with a look of horror on his face and now running from two people who he could easily take down if they were back at school.

"Fools." Megumi's dieing voice caught their attention. Being the closest to her, Ryuhei was the first to arrive at her side, not realizing that he was cradling her head with one of his hands as he knelt by her. "We cou...ld've st...stopped them..."

"What?" Not a single word escaped her lips. "Megumi!" His other hand grabbed her bloody, mangled top and he shook her violently. "Stop who? You got to tell us?" By then he realized she was already dead. For a second Ryuhei could swear that he heard two voices on the verge of yelling at each other, but he wasn't too so sure.

He gently poked at Megumi's corpse, hoping/fearing that it would spring up when he least suspected it. Who would've thought that seeing a person die would be so shocking? He didn't have to see Kaori get her neck blown open and once he got over it, seeing Kazuo tear the eye out of some loser who crossed his path didn't seem so bad. Then again those people lived to tell the tale. Hiroshi and Megumi were never going to get up no matter how many times he poked them. “Fuck, Ryuhei, you going to start wussing-out and crying like a little bitch?" He slowly turned his head away from her. "You'll get use to it. Just few more corpses and you'll never have to think about it again." Yeah, that was it. He had to be hard; just like Mitsuru was always musing about. Most of the kids were just a bunch of wusses, his team could take them on.

"You ruined everything you bitch." Tatsumichi wrapped his hands around Satomi's neck and slammed her to the ground. "I think it's about time you stepped down."

"Go to Hell." Her icy stare was as strong as ever despite the lack of air in her lungs and having her machine gun being knocked out of her hands.

He wasn't going to let her go now. Not until that cold, hateful gaze of hers had died and she was put in her place. "Not until you surrender."

"Fuck you."

"That's not the answer."

"She said, "fuck you"!" Ryuhei delivered a powerful blow to Tatsumichi's back with a fallen branch large enough to serve as a walking stick. It broke in half on impact, but not without forcing Tatsumichi hands off Satomi's neck. Shame he couldn't shoot the dumb jock in the head without his collar blowing up. "If you want to die, fine. Just don't go dragging us along with you."

Tatsumichi dodged the next strike and punched him in the face. "Are you blind? She's a fucking psycho."

The tips of Satomi's shoes made swift and brutal contact with Tatsumichi's groin, forcing him to the ground, squirming like he did to her. "Then you come up with something, genius." She gave him a minute to catch his breath. "It's not like you have anything to lose." Tears of rage fell with every word from her eyes. "No friends, no ties, come on big boy tell me what you would've done."

"Yeah, you tell him boss." Tatsumichi's silence was more than enough to pay Ryuhei back for the massive shiner forming on his face. Serves him right, he was no better than Mitsuru, his step dad, or any of the other thugs that could only think with their fists and used him as their personal punching bag.

Sure you had to prove yourself worthy of moving up on the social food chain, but at least think before you do it. Ryuhei was smart enough to know he wasn't strong or smart enough to make it through and Satomi was their only hope of getting out of here alive, but that self-righteous prick couldn't see it.

"I...don't know." Her words and tears struck Tatsumichi harder than any of the blows he received. "Fine. I'll help you."

She only nodded and bent over to get Megumi's gun. "You can have it if you want. It should still work." She tossed it to him. It clicked when he pulled the trigger. "And if you want what's left of the bullets, all you have to do is ask."

YELLOW

After all this time. After all the work they put into Yutaka's Revenge, it died before it even had a chance to take its first steps. Shinji buried his head into his hands and sighed. "I'm sorry, Yutaka. I'm so sorry."

"Shinji!" Shuuya ran up and hugged him tightly before he had a chance to react. "Thank God you're still alive."

"Yeah." He hugged him back. "Same here.

End of Chapter 9. 25 students remain.