/This is my first fan fic for Corpse Party... So... I hope it isn't to bad. I just went back, and redid it, fixing everything, and also trying to space it better.

"Yuuuuuuka." Kizami called, dragging the name out. "Yukaaa. Come out. Your supposed to obey me as my little sister." He says, a knife in his hand, as he walked down the hall of Heavenly Host.

Yuka hid behind some fallen wall, holding her mouth, tears streaming down her face. "Come on. How about if you come on out right now I won't kill you." He smirks, walking near to where she was hiding.

What would she do if he found her? There was no way she could outrun him with him so close by. She closed her eyes, holding her breath. That was a mistake. The action caused her to starting coughing from her sore throat. "So that is where you were!"

He starts to laugh crazily, walking over to the pile, Yuka standing up, and backing away, "Onii-!" She screamed as loud as she could. Halfway through her voice cracked, stopping her and causing her to cough.

He laughed, "How many times do I have to tell you? I am your oniichan."

She whined, turning to run away. Before she could even start he had grabbed her. "We need to stick together right? I don't want you getting yourself killed.." He dragged her by the arm, while she screamed and struggled.

His hand was tightly wrapped around though, and his fingers bruising into the skin. "T-that hurts.." She sobs, not knowing where he was taking her. "Plea.. Please... I need to find..." She gets slapped hard across the face, nearly giving her whiplash. A large red hand print stung her right cheek.

"I am your only brother!" He yells, having stopped dragging her. She had gone quite in fear, scared of being hurt further.

Her whole body was shaking. His mood suddenly calms down dramaticly, as he continues to roughly pull her, "Now come on.." She starts to go with him, though it was not like she had much of a choice.

She was going to die. She knew it. He was going to kill her and she would never get to see her onichan again. Or go home and see her parents. She would be stuck here, in agonizing pain, forever.

This caused a new burst of tears to fall down her eyes. She went with him, hoping on the way to where he was taking her she would run into her oniichan, and he would save her. Though... The thought crossed her mind what if he killed him? And it would be her fault he was dead. She didn't want him to die. She loved him... More then she should.

She wouldn't know what to do if he died... She didn't think she could carry on. Though if he was killed here by Kizami then she would be next. She wouldn't have to long to mourn over her oniichan. Her thoughts were stopped as she was thrown into a room. He shut the door behind her, calling from behind the door, "Now be quite! And don't try leaving... I will be back in a moment."

With that she heard footsteps walk away. Now was her chance. She pulled on the door. It wouldn't budge... He had somehow jammed it. She pulled with all her strength but... She was nowhere near strong enough. Pulling, she started to feel exhausted. And she still had to pee. She falls to the ground by the door, hugging her knees, sobbing. She just wanted her oniichan. She softly called for him, begging him to save her.

When she looked up, she saw she was in a large room, with classroom chairs everywhere, scattered. She gave a shaky gasp. Blood soaked nearly everything. In the corner lay a pile of bodies. She stood up, going closer to inspect, though she had no idea what urged her to do so. When she got to the bodies, bile rose up in her throat and she started to puke, sickened. The bodies had all been eaten on, half devoured. Each had stab wounds, ranging from their stomachs to their legs and necks. The people were hardly recognizable as once being human. Their was bite marks on some of the arms, where the skin had been ripped off, leaving teeth marks. The bottom ones looked older, but the newer ones were still bloody and fresh, as if they had just died. The bodies didn't scare her that much.. What scared is what.. Or who could have done this.

She runs to the teachers desk of the room, jumping over the holes, to hide. She sunk down, crawling under. Her mouth had a horrible taste from puking, and she felt weak. She still felt sick to her stomach though as if she was about to puke.

The feeling of peeing was overwhelming. She couldn't hold it much longer. She felt as if she was about to explode.. No one was in the room. Though the dead bodies felt as if they were watching her. It did cross her mind once to pee in the corner. But she couldn't do it with the bodies right there. Spirits could be watching. She didn't want anyone to see her pee. She would just try and hold it. As long as nothing made her jump or frighten her to bad. Which the chances of that, where she was, was high.

Hair stood on ends when she heard footsteps walk by the room. She went still, staying hidden. He was back, to kill her. It had to be him. As she sits there, she sees a flash on the wall. What?... Then another flash.. Someone was taking photos. Who would do something like that? She remembered who. As she heard the footsteps walk away, she hesitated for a second. Even if he was creepy, he could still help her. "Help!" She screams, as loud as she can, her voice nearly going hoarse. She hears the walking stop, and for a moment it was silent. Then it starts again, heading back. "Hello?" The voice calls out, pulling on the door handle. "P-please.." For a few moments there was just the sound of scratching. She wondered what was happening.

By this point, she decided to come out of hiding. She slowly walked to the door. "Wait. I'm opening it." He called, still making the scratching sound. The scratching stopped suddenly, and the door started to open.