Disclaimer: I officially own the Rekai tentai! I signed the contracts with their previous owners this after noon! Or...I would have if my pen hadn't broken.

Yeah, right, I own no such thing. Just daydreaming...or nightmaring I guess...is that a word? No...that's not a word...OKAY! I own the word Nightmaring! There. A new verb to add to the already piling collection of nonexistent words!

Kit: You're rambling.

Notes: To add to my already piling collection of fanfiction I'm currently writing, a long with every other thing I have to do in life, I'm adding another story!

Isn't summer great? I love it, at least. But that's only because I finally get the chance to write all these stories that I've had in the mind and works for years. So here we go!

Warnings: This story does have character death in it! Oh, don't act so surprised, you must have read the title if you're reading this! And geez, it's not like it's a "end of the story" death-cliffhanger!

I mean, it's right in the- ...uh...you'll see what I mean.

More Warnings...that don't have so much rambling following them: This story is rated for violence, death, angst, yaoi, and morbid happenings. One last time: Violence, Death, Angst, YAOI YAOI YAOI, and morbid happenings.

Get everything? Good.

Summary: The game of death begins with a single scream, a single knife. Those who are tagged do not become "it" as with the childish ningen game. Those who are tagged will be lost to life forever. Those who are tagged must die.

Key:

'thoughts'

:Telepathy:

"Speech"

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The Game of Death

Prologue

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?POV?

A single, heart-wrenching scream echoes across the snow-covered lands. Birds, once peacefully asleep take flight in the dead of night, frightened by the death call.

The scream slowly fades from existence as seconds of painful time pass. It leaves behind nothing to remember, nothing to see, nothing to hold on to but a broken memory of a past life.

Warm blood flows over my hands and down my wrists, staining the sleeves of my clothes. Some drops to the ground, an eerie painting of splattered red on white. It's the last beautiful thing my victim will ever make.

And it is made by blood; her blood.

Slowly, I pull the blade from within her body, listening as the dagger slides soundlessly from her ribs, leaving behind nothing but the soft sound of blood filling her dying lungs.

Swish...Swish... A lullaby to the bloodthirsty.

Her body falls to the ground with a resounding, lifeless thud. Her light colored clothing is laid about her, soaking in the blood of its now-dead owner. Her beautiful, silky hair is strewn around her face and upon the ground. It mingles with the white of the snow and the red of her blood, painting the picture of a perfect death.

Looking down at the dagger, I begin to wipe it off with the hem of my clothing, leaving deep red splotches among the dark coloring. I take care not to wipe off all the blood. If my plan is to work, I must execute it with the utmost care and correctness.

They must not know.

I sheath the dagger and turn, leaving behind the once-beautiful, life filled body behind. As I walk, it begins to snow ever so lightly, a funeral to the fallen.

"The game has begun."

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Don't panic, don't panic! The first chapter will be coming out almost immediately after this one. If anything, there may be a day's delay but no more. You needn't kill me for:

1. An extremely short chapter

2. the death of an unknown character

3. An unknown murderer with hardly any clues (if any), and

4...no, I think that's it...anything else I need to be killed for? Yeah, yeah, just leave it in a review.

Hope you guys enjoyed the morbid-ness!