Hello everyone!

I know I said I was going to make a HonoMaki

BUT

The idea to make a 999 AU of Love Live was seriously the best and worst thing I could think up as I procrastinate on my homework!

So the HonoMaki will be pushed next week and every week I will update 1 or 2 stories if possible from either the zombie one or this. I think the honomaki one will just be one shot because this and the zombie one will be a very long journey.

And this AU I will do ALL 6 endings and choices will be highlighted like so [...]

I hope you will enjoy this mystery ride with me because I'm sure hyped of what I'll be able to come up with because I will still use LL characters.

For those who played, you'll be surprised who gets what number bracelet because I try to match all the original character's personality with the cast of u's

Of course, I don't own Love Live. Who the hell owns anything here except OCs wwwwwww

The sound of a ship's horn echoes throughout the room, almost shaking the whole place as the deepness beckons to a woman that's lying peacefully in a bunk bed to rise from her deep slumber. A part of her gray hair fluttered down gently and swiped across her nose. That itself made her regain consciousness.

Kotori slowly stood up, still half-dazed, but without her realizing, the roof of the bed above her was so low, her head collided with a loud thud that will surely leave a nasty bruise later on.

"Ouch, that hurts..." She muttered as she rubbed her temples to ease the pain, unfortunately to no avail.

But the pain had managed to shake off all her weariness and she finally noticed she was somewhere unfamiliar. First of all, she didn't have a bunk bed in her house, and the room was definitely a lot smaller than hers. The walls were made of a metal and only one porthole window was present just behind her.

"Where am I?...What is this place? Am I in a ship?" she wondered. Kotori has traveled a lot, either by land, air, or sea, and from the porthole and surrounding enviroment, she could conclude it was a cabin of a ship, perhaps the ones for the crew.

Beside the bed she was sitting on was a sink with a window hinged above as well as a small shelf. A picture of a large ship was present on top of said shelf. It reminded the yellow-eyed designer of a movie she saw in the past about a ship that sunk because of a big hunk of iceberg. She could only recall the scene when the male died of hypothermia by being in the water too long as her lover pushed away his lifeless body into the deep blue sea. It was a sad tale, she noted.

Across from where she slept, another bunk bed was present and there were three beds stacked up. She couldn't imagine the people that actually used this kind of bed in a cramped place like this. Every day would be torture with either a bad back or a lump on the head, just like hers. But even so, it has been kept well; it's dustless and the blue blankets covering all the beds seemed fresh; the pillow as well. There was even a blue suitcase resting on top of the lowest bed, she concluded it was probably owned by one of the crew.

She gazed to her right, where an antique stove stood in all its rusted glory. It was a bit odd considering the whole place seemed very tidy. But I guess it is rarely used. A metal teapot was placed on top of it, probably untouched.

Lastly, she gazed to the opposite side of the stove. A big metal door with the number 5 was painted on with, hopefully, red paint. Hey yellow eyes gleamed as she thought to herself, "Ah! A way out of here!"

But, as she stood up from the bed to reach the door, a loud crack could be heard. Her head spun around to find the source of the unsettling sound. Her frantic search stopped as her eyes fixated to a small crack on the porthole. The crackling continued as the fracture on the glass continued to spread to the point it finally gave in. A gush of water poured out like crazy from the hole.

"Eh?! Is that sea water? Oh no, I'm going to drown!" she think aloud as she ushered towards the door. She tried to open the door but it seems it's locked. She kept trying to pull and push the door open as her other hand banged on the door. "Help! Someone! The ship is sinking!"

As she banged away on the door, she noticed a watch on her left wrist. Though if it was a normal watch she would think nothing of it, but this watch didn't have digits or numbers on it. Only a digital number 5 was displayed. She tried to tinker with the other buttons but it didn't work.

"What a weird looking watch..." she thought to herself as she flipped over her hand to release it to get a better look, but there was no clasp or button for it to release, she tugged away at it but it didn't even budge, the wristwatch was firmly stuck to her arm.

"E-Eh?! Why isn't it coming off? Oh God..." she cried out as she kept tugging on it.

In her peak of confusion and desperation, she finally saw something from the corner of her eyes. A blue card reader or some sort was placed just beside the door. The small red light on the odd looking device suggested it was locked. There was a lever beside it, but she couldn't think of a reason why it would be on the card reader. Perhaps to register the card, like an enter button?

She flopped to the floor, disregarding the fact the room was still filling up with water. Her whole clothes are soaked and she was still baffled completely by the situation she was in. No way out. Her doom was near. She doesn't even know where she is at; she could be far away from Japan for all we know. Her thoughts were full of worries and doubts. But deep down she knows, or perhaps, she has the urge...

To seek a way out.