It's because I'm just that sadistic.

Summary: Forty young tennis players are taken to an island and forced to kill each other. Featuring just about everyone. Battle Royale story with a twist. Warning: Character deaths, obviously.

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT, nor the idea of Battle Royale. I don't even own the title of this fic. I got it from the song Battle Communication!! by Jam Project, because it's one of my favorite songs and the atmosphere fits this fic pretty well.


It was in the middle of the night when Oishi Syuichiro was abruptly roused from a sweet dream. It involved cooking and eggs—a lot of eggs. Pity it couldn't last.

Rubbing his eyes with a yawn, Oishi slowly sat up, subconsciously pondering what had, in the first place, waken him up. He was a light sleeper, and almost anything could disturb his sleep, but something told him that, this time, it was no sobbing little sister or hungry pet that caused his awakening. That something could be the hushed whispering voices he could hear around him, the nagging feeling in his gut that something was amiss, or perhaps the pain in his head, stomach and neck.

It was normal for Oishi to have headaches or stomachaches. It was not normal for him to have neck-aches. In fact, it was not normal for anyone to have neck-aches, as we can infer from the fact that no such word was even invented.

Still groggy, Oishi looked around at his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was. This certainly couldn't be his room. For one moment, he was reminded of those horribly graphic video games that his cousins loved but he couldn't stand. The large room looked exactly like his definition of a haunted place—no windows, moonlight leaking in from a crack in the ceiling, spattered spots on the floor of what looked like blood, graffiti all over the walls and—what seemed to Oishi—scratches made by the nails of someone clawing at them. The only exit was a steel door at the far end of the room, right beside a giant chalkboard. The presence of the chalkboard as well as various chairs and desks scattered around the room gave it a classroom-like appearance. Except that a classroom with no windows would be too unhealthy for the students.

All in all, it was a scene one would expect to see in horror movies like Saw. As Oishi lifted a hand to touch his neck, he felt some device made of cold metal, and shivered because this, too, reminded him of Saw. In fact, he was now a hundred percent sure that he was in a real-life Saw movie.

He was confused. Didn't the mastermind in the Saw series capture only people who did not cherish life? Oishi cherished life. He loved every minute of it—well, almost every minute of it. And Oishi also found it very hard to imagine the Saw serial killer speaking Japanese. It was just… not right.

Touching his throbbing head, Oishi turned around, surprised to see that his friends from the tennis club were also present. His eyes met Tezuka's, and Tezuka, who was at the far side of the classroom, lifted an eyebrow in an expression that meant "don't ask me, must be that Fuji Syusuke again".

Then Oishi realized that his tennis club-mates and he were not the only ones in this room.

"Hey, dane." A boy with duck-like lips tapped Oishi on the shoulder.

"Who are you?" Oishi stared in surprise.

"Well, well, isn't this Oishi Syuichiro from Seigaku?" Another voice put in. Oishi suddenly remembered that the person with the duck-like lips was Yanagisawa from St. Rudolph and the second person was Mizuki, also from St. Rudolph. He wondered what they were doing here. Mizuki had the same question.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked, kicking Yanagisawa aside to get closer to Oishi.

"Who treats his own teammate like that?" Oishi exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah, dane," Yanagisawa complained.

"Everyone treats Yanagisawa like this, nfu," Mizuki shrugged.

"I will also like to know what is going on here." A gentle, soft voice came floating from behind, sending pleasant shivers down Oishi's spine. He turned around to see Yukimura Seiichi, captain of Rikkai Dai Fuzoku.

"We are all wearing collars," Yukimura observed with his ever-kind smile.

"Wow, so we are. Mine is purple!" Mizuki cried out happily. Unable to twist his neck to such an angle that he could see his collar properly, he whipped out a hand mirror to check this new ornament. "Look, there are many buttons on it, nfu." He tried to press one of them, but stopped mid-action because someone hollered, "STOP!"

It was Tachibana Kippei from Fudoumine. Oishi wondered just how many tennis players from different schools were gathered here.

"What do you mean, nfu?" Mizuki demanded, feeling wronged because he wanted so much to try these buttons.

"Haven't you got eyes?" Tachibana shouted, forgetting to be polite in such an extreme situation. "Look, it says right here by the button: Press this and the collar will explode. You want to be blown up or what?" Because it was difficult for him to see his own collar, he picked up Ibu Shinji's collar to explain and demonstrate effectively. Since Shinji's collar was, obviously, connected to Shinji, he picked up Shinji as well.

Shinji, facing a major suffocating crisis, went on mumbling as if nothing was wrong. "Buchou, put me down, or I'll break my neck. If I break my neck, I won't be able to hang myself in the future if I want. If I won't be able to hang myself in the future, I—"

"If you break your neck, you'll be dead. You won't need to worry about hanging yourself," Kamio pointed out curtly from a corner.

"Anyway, this is a strange situation we're in. We must be careful," Tachibana concluded, putting Shinji down.

"Tachibana is right," Tezuka said righteously. "We must not let our guard down. Is everyone awake now? I remember that we were playing tennis at school, and I do not know how we got here. Do any of you have an idea?"

"We were playing tennis too, and then all went dark—oh wow, we must be kidnapped!" Saeki from Rokkaku grinned, looking quite proud of being kidnapped.

Shishido from Hyoutei frowned. "But there're so many of us. Who'd want to kidnap so many students?"

"I have a pretty good idea what this is all about," Inui from Seigaku and Renji from Rikkai both stated, standing up at exactly the same time.

"You first," Inui offered.

"No, it's all right. You can go first," Renji declined politely.

"Nah, you go first."

"No, no, you first."

"Stop acting like lovers on a first date!" Everyone yelled and threw things at them. Bane and Momo, finding themselves situated conveniently close to the chalkboard, happily picked up chalks of different colors and aimed at the two data collectors.

"You go first."

"No, you first."

"Well, we might as well say it together."

"Yes." The two turned to the others, Inui pushing his glasses and Renji smiling mysteriously. "This must be Battle Royale."


TBC. Thanks for reading. Reviews are very welcome:) This may be very long, so please tell me what you think!