Disclaimer; Poor, poor you! You must be so tired of hearing the same thing at every chapter of every fanfiction you've ever read. Yes, well, blame the copyright laws. So, as you all know, Satan does not own Battle Royale's original plot, and its original characters. She does happen to own the class of 40 that were thrown into the program as well as the goddamn adults that made it that way.

Note; This is an odd story, I think. It's definitely different from the ones I've seen, so far. Meh. Warnings for dry, sadistic humor and the overall violent nature of the story. It's Battle Royale, whaddya expect?

Also, changing the rules of the Game. I'm using bits from the manga, novel, AND movie for the rules and 2 'special guests', so don't get too confused. Just think of it as something totally new.

Full Summmary

A class of fortyninth graders are off on a field trip--a nice one-week stay at a small village up north. All seems fine, 'til they are gassed and kidnapped. The kids are dropped off on a deserted island, where they learn that the government had implemented a new act that was supposed to restore the hostile-youth-infested society. This is the Battle Royale act, where the kids are given weapons, some necessities, and forced to kill each other off, til there's one left.

This new situation seems rather familiar to our protagonist, Minami Akane. She and a small handful of kids already know of this act, as the act portrayed in a movie/manga/novel.

What's more is that there are 2 transfers joining their class; people who were supposedly fictional characters that had existed in the novel/manga/movie.

Implied Pairing; Kiriyama Kazuo;;OC

You've been warned.

The Class List

Boy #1 Amakura Kyoichi
Girl #1 Matsumura Azami

Boy#2 Agawa Daisuke
Girl #2 Iwaki Mio

Boy #3 Akagi Ryuhei
Girl #4 Jonouchi Ayame

Boy #5 Takamine Kenji
Girl #5 Miyazaki Miyako

Boy #6 Tanaka Matsuda
Girl #6 Moriyama Mayu

Boy #7 Kurosawa Kai
Girl #7 Kuroda Gin

Boy #8 Yamato Maike
Girl #8 Nishimura Kaede

Boy #9 Mizuno Satoshi
Girl #9 Hasegawa Hana

Boy #10 Asakura Takumi
Girl #10 Okada Makoto

A short congrats to me for getting to the half-way point!

Boy #11 Amano Yuusuke
Girl #11 Yazawa Reika

Boy #12 Yabuki Kaoru
Girl #12 Tsuchihara Aiko

Boy #13 Ishida Hiroki
Girl #13 Mutou Sakura

Boy #14 Iga Takeshi
Girl #14 Koizumi Fumiko

Boy #15 Kaneko Shinichi
Girl #15 Ito Shizuka

Boy # 16 Maeda Ryoko
Girl #16 Himuro Amane

Boy #17 Dainichi Seto
Girl #17 Sudo Ayumi

Boy #18 Shindo Naoki
Girl #18 Saito Akane

Boy #19 Fukuda Setsuko
Girl #19 Gushiken Mariko

Girl #20 Hamaguchi Satomi

Girl # 21 Minami Akane

Boy #20 Kawada Shougo

Boy #21 Kiriyama Kazuo

Chapter o1; Prelude to Annihilation

"Female student number twenty-one, Minami Akane!" Role-call. How much it disgusts me. I lazily raised my arm to tell the supervisor that I was here, and shot him an agitated glare. Really, it was like we were no better than prison inmates. Locked in a building for most of our day, given a gender and a number. Yeah, that was the one difference between prisoners and students; we had a gender to our identification, not just a number. Oh, how lucky.

I guess I should start off with a bit of explanation, huh? Alright. My name is Minami Akane, sometimes called 'Aki' when people are too lazy to pronounce the rest of my name. I'm a niner in Ishikawa Middle School, a rather normal school—as in; as decent as it gets.

You know my whole relating us students to criminals thing in the beginning? Well, I'm not too far off. See, kids have started becoming more…rebellious, more hostile towards adults these past few years, and disciplining us might as well be as hard as disciplining criminals—which I'm sure most of us were, anyways.

So you can imagine my surprise when we were given the privilege of what seemed like a nice, relaxing class trip. It's supposed to be for educational purposes; something about learning the customs and traditions of little villages up north. But come on, who can't deny that it's a nice break from school?

So here I am, in a bus full of chattering idiots I call classmates. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a 'me against the world—or at least the class' situation. I got along with enough people to make it through alive, and I've still got enemies. And they're all still idiots nonetheless.

See, the bus was divided into territories, so to speak. The borders are blurred, but it's obvious that the division is there. Like many (if not all) schools out there, we have cliques. Maybe not as…developed as other schools, but we've got them. The bus displays a more general division among the cliques; the good, the bad, and the weird.

The good kids are the kind that are either 'nerds'; people who only care about not getting in trouble ad marks, or people who are actually nice, and maintain good marks. The sit in the front, away from the bad kids, and close to the teacher.

The bad kids are…the bad kids. The flunkies, druggies, prostitutes and bullies. (Aw…it's a mini poem!) They are the kind of people you really don't want to get involved with if you plan on leading a nice, safe life. They obviously sit in the back, away form the teachers.

And the weird kids probably aren't all that weird. I can say that we're more of the neutral type. Yeah, I'll have to say I belong to this 'clique'. The weird kids are neither all good or all bad. Some of us flunk, but most of us have decent grades. We don't always stick to the rules, and we don't always do the wrong thing. We sit in the middle—the blur of a more definite border.

Who were 'we', you wonder? 'We' are myself, Takamine Kenji (male student #5), Amano Yuusuke (male student #11), Ito Shizuka (female student #15), Himuro Amane (female student #16), Hasegawa Hana (female student #9), Iwaki Mio (female student #2) and Sudo Ayumi (female student #17). We were all clustered together, chatting loudly about video games, mostly. Yeah, aside from Shizuka, we were all gamer kids. At the moment, we were arguing over DDR. We're such geeks x3.

"But…the songs are poopy!" Kenji complained. I reached over the aisle in between the columns of seats to smack him on the head. He called my writing poopy once.

"Nuh-uh! You probably got a crap version!" Argued Yuusuke, who was apparently a DDR fanatic. I don't know how he's supposed to be able to play on Standard mode though--he's pretty…horizontal.

"He's right, ya know." Amane added with a small smirk. "You've never really been good at picking stuff." That included girls, too. Almost all of the girls he dated weren't exactly…good girls. Now, I'm not his mother or anything, but some of those girls were total bitches.

"Shaddup." Kenji crossed his arm over his chest and sulked, already knowing what Amane had implied. Yuusuke, who sat next to him, patted him on the back.

"At least you get the girls." Yuusuke sighed with self pity. I can't say that Yuusuke's totally helpless with girls. No, he's had way more girlfriends than I have video games. The problem? They never lasted. He was either too protective ('I want a boyfriend, not another father'), too 'passionate' ('jeez, we're just kids. He sounds like he wants me to marry him!'), or just too corny ('You are my other half? No thanks.').

All of us couldn't help but laugh as he brought that up. Oh, poor, stupid un-little Yuu.

So that was sort of how our conversations changed directions. We pick on Yuusuke. Well, ok, maybe not always. We're not that mean. Just me xD

We chatted come more about other things, like our classmates ('ugh, Sakura is such a skank. It's so obvious that she whores herself'), our teachers ('Watanabe is such a pedo!'), and other such random things that don't really include people that we personally know. ('Gargh, you have no idea how many people I'd slaughter just to get a hug from DeG's Kyo!' 'Actually, we do.')

I hadn't noticed that time had passed by so quickly, as it usually does when I'm doing something interesting. It did take a while, but I soon realized that it had gotten dark, and that the chatter had quieted down. I frowned and raised my wrist to eye level, checking the time. It was only about 9 PM. I dropped my arm, which heavily landed on my lap. Why did I feel so sluggish? Not even tired. Just like I weigh a zillion times more than I really do.

With much strain, I turned my head to look around the bus. Everyone was asleep.

…Oh. So that's why is was so quiet.

Heh.

But still, it didn't make me feel any better. How could I have not noticed that things have gotten quiet, that my friends have drifted off to sleep? I'm not that slow--actually, I'm pretty good with noticing things. And why was everyone asleep to begin with? It's so early!

I know for a fact that almost all of us stay up much later than 9 on a regular basis.

I furrowed my brows, trying hard to think. But my mind was working as slow as everything else. I couldn't really pin it down, but this whole thing felt familiar to me. I know that it's never happened before to me. Was it something I heard on TV?

Instinctively, I arched my neck, trying to get a look at our driver. I didn't know why--maybe it was to check whether or not we were still moving.

Oh, well, I couldn't really tell if our bus driver was actually driving, but I did figure out something…crucial. He was wearing a gas mask.

I wanted to scream, hiss, kick and crawl my way out, suddenly, as I realized how much danger we're in. But I couldn't. Instead, my already failing vision just blurred, and blacked out.