A/N: This is a Kizami x Reader story.[Name] = Insert your name.

I can't seem to get Corpse Party out of my mind, so I wrote a story. This is an AU Corpse Party story, but the characters will be - to the best of my ability - in character. Specifically, Kizami. Keep that in mind while reading.

I also want to mention that it starts off a bit slow compared to what is to come. I've already written many chapters of this story and the pace will speed up soon.

You laid in bed, watching the shadows from the trees outside the window dance on the wall. You silently prayed that tonight you'd get a decent night's sleep but highly doubted it. For the past few weeks, you'd had nightmares that completely engulfed you in sleep, but you couldn't remember them when you woke up. A flash or two of the nightmare – the same, recurring nightmare – came back to you, causing a shiver to go down your back.

Red. It was the only thing you could clearly remember seeing: a dark, blood-colored red. But even just that was enough to scare you.

"Come on, [Name]," you sigh, pulling the covers up to your nose. "Get a hold of yourself! It's nothing but a dream…"

You'd been telling yourself this over and over again since the dreams began, but you never fully believed it. There was something odd about the dreams and how you could never remember them. It was as if they were happening for a reason. Maybe your brain was trying to subconsciously tell you something…?

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm down. There was no way you'd get any sleep in a panic and tomorrow was a really big day: your mom was getting re-married. Your dad had died in a car accident when you were little and your mother had never been with anyone else until just recently. She met your soon-to-be step-father at the carnival that came to town once a year and you couldn't be happier with her choice. You'd thought that a new man coming into your life would spell trouble – what if he tried to act like your real dad? – but it didn't. Now, you felt a little excitement over the wedding pass through you.

At this rate, I'm never going to get to…what…? Your thought drifted off as you felt a change in the air. Your blanket was suddenly much colder, feeling as thin as a sheet. It felt rough and, taking a deep breath in, you realized it smelled musty.

Your eyes popped open of their own accord and you immediately realized you were no longer in your bedroom. Instead, you seemed to be in an old, dilapidated room, with holes all in the floors and cracks in the walls. Looking around, you came to the conclusion that you were in an infirmary – one that had closed down a while ago, by the looks of it.

"I'm dreaming," you whispered to yourself. "I'm totally dreaming."

Sitting up, you realize that you are lying on a cot in the corner of the room. Your breathing becomes ragged as you wonder how you got in such a place, how your brain could ever come up with something so…unsettling.

You stand up, realizing that you now have shoes on. "Yes…" You begin saying. "This is most definitely a dream. Where did these shoes come from?"

Taking a step, you hear a sticky sound, like stepping in an old puddle of soda someone spilled. You weren't expecting that, so you took another step before coming to a stop. Looking down, you found that there was something spilled on the floor, but it was so dark that you couldn't make out exactly what it was.

As you leaned down closer to inspect the liquid, a giggle erupted within the room, filling the complete silence up. You turned around to find a little girl…or, she looked like a little girl. But she had a weird glow surrounding her…

You jumped back immediately. "S-stay away!" It's a ghost… Your mind began. An honest-to-goodness ghost! How is this possible?

But the girl wasn't listening. She was draped in a dark red dress with what looked like tears in it. Her long black hair complimented the color of the dress, but the way it made her look made your stomach churn in terror. Before you knew it, a large smile was plastered to the girl's face and she was looking right at you.

Dark red... you thought. Her dress is...the color of blood.

"You'll do the charm for me, won't you?" she asked. You could tell that she was trying to look as innocent as possible, but you weren't stupid. You knew that looks could deceive and you had an awful feeling about this girl. "I want to play with you…and your friend."

"My friend?" you asked, forgetting yourself for a moment. None of this made any sense. You had to be dreaming, but…it didn't feel like a dream. "What are you talking about?"

At that exact moment, the little girl looked at the door to the room and smiled again before disappearing. You leaned against the cot, trying to catch your now-ragged breath. Because of this, you didn't hear the door open until it was too late.

You felt a presence behind you, coming closer, but every one of your muscles locked up with fear. You found yourself paralyzed, wondering what – or who – was coming up behind you. What were they looking to do?

"Hello?"

The voice was deep, obviously male. It didn't sound hostile at all. In fact, it sounded as if whoever was behind you was simply curious about you. This shattered the ice of fear that had paralyzed you, allowing you to whip around as fast as you could.

When you saw him, your mouth fell open of its own accord. This guy was…a hunk. Like, make you start to drool, total freaking hottie, hot. You silently wondered how exactly your brain worked. One minute you were dreaming about a freaky ghost-girl in a creepy, forgotten infirmary, the next you were standing before one of the most handsome guys you'd ever seen in your life. Is my brain trying to give me a knight in shining armor? You wondered.

The young man was pretty tall, about six feet if you had to guess, and slim. He was wearing a school uniform, but his blazer was draped across his shoulder instead of on his arms and his long, white, button-up shirt was untucked, the arms rolled up to his elbows. The first few buttons at the top of his shirt were wide open, revealing a bare, muscular chest. He had shaggy black hair that looked like it had a blue tint to it and deep, brown eyes that sparkled. You decided you liked the turn this dream was taking...

"Wh-who are you?" you asked, your heart shuddering hard in your chest.

With a small smile, he answered, "I'm Kizami Yuuya. I apologize if I've scared you. I've been trying to keep quiet so others won't hear me, especially those ghosts…"

It seemed almost as soon as your heart began kicking into third gear, it stopped in its tracks again. "Ghosts…? You mean, that really was…?" You trailed off, your mind going blank.

"Are you okay?" Kizami asked, stepping toward you. "Did you…just arrive here?"

You look up from the floor when you see Kizami move toward you out of the corner of your eye. Without thinking about it, you moved backward, out of his reach. A small frown appeared on his face, but he stopped coming toward you, which made you feel better. "I… I don't know where here is!" You exclaimed suddenly, feeling light-headed. "I don't know what's going on. Do you know where we are?"

Another small smile played on Kizami's lips. "I do."

You thought he would explain things to you, but he didn't speak another word. Feeling awkward in the sudden silence, you ask, "Well?!"

Before you knew it, you were in Kizami's arms, his lips lightly brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Heavenly Host Elementary School. Come find me later."

A sudden bright light exploded outside of the room and –

You sat up in bed. In your own bed. A flash of lightening had just lit up your whole room, the thunder sounding seconds after the flash. That's probably what woke you up, you thought. You looked down to find that every inch of your body was covered in sweat and your hair was sticking up in every direction. You laid your head in your hands and struggled to catch your breath, your mind reeling.

"What…the hell…was that?" you breathed. As you thought back, you realized that a lot of the details of the dream were already disappearing from your memory. You couldn't remember how big the room you were in was or just how tall that guy…what was his name again? Groaning, you turn over to your side table, where you keep your lamp and dream journal. Just as you are about to pull the chain on your lamp, something outside the window catches your attention…

For a moment, you sit completely still, wondering whether or not you should look at it. One time, when you were ten, you went to stay over at a friend's house one night. You were woken up in the middle of the night by your friend's older sister, who said she'd heard something strange outside. Handing you an aluminum bat, your friend and the rest of her family – her older sister and grandmother – walked into the living room.

You eventually followed them, but they'd already started going through the rest of the house, checking all the windows, leaving you by yourself. As you sat there, a feeling of unease came over you and the hairs on your arms stood on end. Somehow knowing exactly what was happening, you slowly looked toward the back door, which was completely made of glass…

…and locked eyes with a strange man, standing on the back porch to look in.

You've had a problem with uncovered windows from then on. Luckily, your friend's dog caught the peeping tom and hurt him bad enough to keep him away. The next morning, you and your friend had gone outside to play and found a blood trail leading down her driveway. Examining her dog, you found blood on his muzzle, confirming your theory that the dog had gotten the strange man.

But as you sat in bed, half-turned toward the window, you froze completely. The first thing you thought was, why are my blinds drawn up? I never leave them drawn up… Which was closely proceeded by, what do I do? If there's someone standing outside my window, watching me, what's going to happen if I look over at him?

Your eyes felt like they moved at the pace of a snail, but you didn't care. You were so scared you could barely think straight. Finally, they came upon the window and –

"AHHHH!"

A scream burst its way out of your mouth before you could stop it. Indeed, in the window stood the figure of a man, who was looking in on you. As quickly as you could, you reached over and turned your lamp on, eyes going straight back to the window. You saw a quick flash of a blackish-blue color before the figure completely disappeared. A shiver made its way down your back and you suddenly realized your teeth were chattering. What in the hell was going on?

Suddenly, your door burst open. A small squeak came out in response as you jumped up off the bed. You were ready to fight or flee in an instant, thinking that whoever it was at your window had somehow made it into your bedroom.

But it was only your mom.

"Mom…" you moaned, feeling your body sag in relief.

She quickly pulled you into her arms, pulling you to a sit on your bed. "What happened, sweetheart? Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yeah," you breathed, catching your breath now that you felt safe again. "It was so…weird, though. And freaky."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

You shook your head. It might have been better to talk about it, but you'd rather save it for a friend. You definitely didn't want to mention anything about the shadow you saw outside your room. It had to have been a figure of your imagination, you thought, and decided it would just worry your mom for no reason. "I don't really remember a lot about it. I just know it scared me."

Your mom stroked your hair as she rocked you back and forth. "Would you want to come sleep out on the couch? My bedroom is just a few feet away…"

A thought suddenly occurred to you and you pulled back from your mother, so you could see her face. "What time is it?"

"It's just after six, sweetheart."

"Mom!" you exclaimed, hopping up off the bed. "Go get back in bed right this instance! You need your sleep for the wedding."

Your mom laughed to herself and stood up to take your shoulders in her hands. "[Name], that dream must have really shaken you up. The wedding isn't until tomorrow."

"T-tomorrow?" you stammer, your mind racing. No, there was absolutely no way you'd gotten the days switched. You thought back to yesterday, when you picked up the wedding cake after school from a local café just down the road. "That's not right. Today is Saturday, the day of your wedding."

"Honey, are you sure you're okay?" your mom asked again, sticking the back of her hand to your forehead. "You seem really shaken up. I assure you that my wedding is tomorrow. I wouldn't forget that kind of thing, would I? And how can we have the wedding today without the cake?"

You just looked at your mom for a moment, completely puzzled. When you finally came back to reality, you ran off without thinking about it, going all the way to the kitchen. As soon as you made it through the door, you stopped dead in your tracks.

The cake wasn't there. It was supposed to be right there on the kitchen table, but it wasn't. Your hands went up to your face of their own volition and you murmured, "Am I still dreaming? Is this not real? It…can't be…"

You heard your mom's footsteps right before she spoke. "[Name]! What are you doing? Do you have a fever?"

You barely heard what she said, though. You were wrapped up in your own mind, pondering the situation. This doesn't make any sense. I either have to be dreaming or… Could I have, somehow, dreamed about what would happen today beforehand? Like déjà vu?

You knew it would take some convincing to get your mother to calm down, so you quickly thought of an excuse and sold it like a champ. "I'm fine. I think I was just having a case of déjà vu, that's all. I didn't get very much rest last night, either, so I'm a bit groggy. I remember now, today is Friday." Your mom gave you a puzzled look, but you continued talking before she could say anything. "Oh, that means I need to get ready for school! I'm going to be late!"

You took off like a lightning bolt to your room, quickly grabbing your uniform and heading into your bathroom, which adjoined your bedroom. The small, white and blue bathroom was always one of your favorite places. You would come in to take a hot bath when you were stressed, allowing the steam to work its magic on you. But there was no time for relaxation this morning.

You quickly took a shower, got dressed, and put your make-up on. Your uniform consisted of a white top with red cusps and a red collar, a red skirt, white mid-knee socks, and black slippers. Your student ID was pinned to the bottom-left corner of your shirt. As you looked in the mirror, you felt a sense of dread. Is it just me… you thought, or do my eyes look…duller this morning?

Your cell phone suddenly began to ring, causing you to jump. You physically gave yourself a shake before answering it. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you, [Name]?! We all agreed we would meet at the park at 6:30!" Your best friend, Hania, yelled at you.

You sighed, taking the bridge of your nose in between your index finger and thumb. Your head was beginning to ache. "I had…home issues. I'm sorry. I'll be there in, like, ten minutes, okay?"

You could practically hear the scowl Hania wore over the phone. "I'll let Rio know, but I don't think she's going to wait any longer than that, so hurry. And you know Rio will do the charm with or without you."

It was your turn to scowl. Ever since Ryota let it slip that he had a crush on you, Rio had had it out for you. It was no surprise that Rio was completely and totally Ryota's…but he wasn't hers. Any time a girl hit on Ryota, they risked getting fired at by Rio. She'd even been so cruel to one girl that she had to move away.

"I told you," you began, "I will be there as soon – huh?" You brought your phone away from your ear to look at it. Hania had hung up on you. That wasn't like her… Then again, she was around Rio. No telling what she'd be in for if she had stayed on the phone when Rio wanted her off it.

You didn't hang out with Rio because you wanted to, only because Rio happened to be friends with your friends. You and Hania usually stayed with Norio and Masayuki, while Rio, Ryota, and Mei hung out together. Occasionally, your group would switch things up and do something new, but it didn't happen very often.

You walked out the door to your bedroom and into the living room, where your mom was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. "[Name]?" she called.

"Yes?" you answered, turning to look at her.

She peeked out from behind the newspaper. "Would you please run by the store and pick up the stationary I ordered? They told me they will only hold it until the end of the day and if someone else wants it after that, it'll be gone."

"Mom!" you groan. "I'm already late meeting my friends. We had something planned this morning. I might not even make it as it is."

"It won't take long," she insisted.

You knew how this was going to turn out. If you kept putting up a fight, your mom would go on the offensive and threaten grounding – or worse punishment – if you didn't do it for her, which would, in turn, cause a giant fight. You'd be late to meet your friends, grounded, and feeling like crap. So you decided it was better to give in than to argue.

You quickly rode to the store on your bike, running inside. People were giving you funny looks, but you didn't care. You were in a hurry. You ran straight to the office, where you were given the package but informed that you'd have to pay for it at one of the checking lines. There were only two lines open and each one had at least five people in it.

Why are there so many people here, today of all days? you thought as you made your way into the first checking line. You felt a scowl set in your face, realizing that you would be late to meet your friends.

A sound at the cash register caught your attention, bringing you out of your thoughts. The cashier – a young woman with short, black hair that had pink tips – had her hands held out in front of her, backing away from the register. She called over a manager and you heard her stammer out an explanation as to why the register was sounding off.

"I-I have a customer who n-no longer wants an item. I t-tried to void it, but it j-just…did this!" The way the woman was acting made you guess that she was a new employee and was still learning how to use the register. The manager, a middle-aged man, proceeded to type something into the register, but it let out what sounded like an alarm.

Ugh! You felt your temperature rising as your frustration grew. At this rate, I won't just be late to meet Hania and the others, but I'll be late for school as well…

Just as your mood was about to plummet, however, a girl in uniform came from the back of the store and opened another line. You had already started walking over there before she made it to the register. You felt your mood completely turn around, hopeful that you could make it to meet your friends in the park.

The cashier rung up your package and placed it in a bag before taking your money. You quickly picked it up before waiting for her to return your change. She seemed to have a little difficulty counting the change, though, and you rolled your eyes in frustration.

Suddenly, you stiffened. When you rolled your eyes, you'd caught a glimpse of something in the window and it reminded you of the figure you'd seen outside your bedroom window earlier that morning. Your eyes had come to rest on the cashier, but you quickly made them dart back to the store's front window…

…and your own reflection stared back at you.

Relief washed through you and you were finally able to relax. There was nothing strange going on; it was just your imagination. How could I have been so silly?

You took your change from the cashier, thanked her, and hurried as fast as you could back home. Your mom was walking down the front steps as you neared your house and an idea struck you. Peddling as fast as you could, you didn't pull up to your house. Instead, you threw the package as best you could while maintaining the bike's steering. Surprisingly, it landed right at your mother's feet.

She looked up in surprise and you couldn't help yourself, you started laughing. When she blushed, it only made you laugh harder…until you ran into a bush. You found yourself in a heap on the ground before you even knew what was happening. From down the street, you heard your mother laughing hysterically.

"That's what you get for trying to scare me!" Your mother's tone was playful. "Love you!"

You groaned as you stood up, the places where you'd hit the ground sore. It didn't hurt very badly and you didn't think you'd hit the ground all that hard, so you brushed yourself off and hopped back onto your bike. "Love you, too!"

Without another second, you immediately rode to the park near the school, the place you and your friends had agreed to meet up in. Each of their bikes were locked up in the bike rack with chains, so you knew they were here. You hopped off your bike and chained it up along with the bikes of your friends. Then you proceeded to go into the park.

But you saw no one. "Hania! Norio! Masayuki?! Anyone here?" No answer. "Seriously, you guys, if this is a joke, just stop." Still nothing. Looking toward the field to your right, you noticed what looked like bags lying on the ground. Feeling a bit worried, you ran over to inspect the items…and found that they were your friends' bags.

"Rio? Ryota?! Mei! Anyone, answer me!"

But, as you would soon realize, there was no one there to answer you.

Told you it was a bit slow, but it picks up in the next chapter. I'd love to know what you think :)