Full Summary: "I had never imagined this to happen. In all my life, I had never thought I'd have to kill someone, to make someone suffer. I never realized I could be so selfish." 42 students, three days, one deserted Island: welcome to Battle Rogue. Deidara Iwa, and his class, find themselves trapped on a mysterious island; Forced to fight each other till death. What happens when people refuse to kill? Will friendships be formed? Will enemies be made?

Ok, So after watching one of my favourite films of all time, 'Battle Royale', For the fifth time this week...An Idea came to my mind...

What if the Akatsuki were put in the same situation as class B?

Would they rather 'kill' or 'be killed'? O.o

So please don't think that I'm flaming them or anything...The first few characters to die will probably just be minor ones, filler characters and such...

This fic isn't a complete re-write of 'Battle Royale' I will most likely add some made-up parts, and the deaths won't be the same...

This story will be a mix of romance, horror, humour, tragedy, suspense, friendship...

Pretty much a mix of everything.

I'd also like to mention that I'm not using characters such as Naruto, or Sakura in this fic. I'm pretty much using all the rogue ninja, and of course, the Akatsuki.

But anyway, Please try to not kill me! I will stop ranting now...

I do not own Battle Royale, or Naruto Shippuden.

-Deidara's Point Of View-

"Hey, Dei...You sure you're ok?"

I leaned back further into my seat, turning my head towards my silver-haired friend.

"Yeah Hidan, I'm fine, Un..." I responded, Holding my hands over my eyes to avoid the gleaming rays of heat shining through the windows of the coach.
"Only a couple more hours on this fucking bus.." Hidan muttered, combing his hand through his slicked-back hair.

My class were on a trip to the theater. We had been looking at Shakespeare in English, and my teacher though watching one of his plays would be good inspiration to us. I didn't really care though, I had no time for the theater. I was actually planning to sneak out during the start of the play, Just to visit the art gallery next door.

My school wasn't the best of schools. The teachers weren't all that good, the food was crappy, the classrooms were grubby, and the students weren't the nicest of people.

Well, some of them were ok, I guess.

"Hey, Iwa!" A gruff voice called. I sighed, turning around, noticing an overweight, sweaty boy, sitting a few rows behind me.
"What do you want, Jirobo, un?" I drawled, glancing at the ginger-haired boy.
"Just wondering when you're getting that shitty hair of your's cut." He snickered, his stupid friends laughing along with him.

I sighed, turning around again.

Ok, So maybe they were all horrible.

I yawned, loosening my tie, and unbuttoning my collar.

"It's so fucking hot, un..." I groaned, turning towards Hidan, who was sweating like a pig.
"It's because this shitty school won't bother renting out a proper coach, with proper air conditioning..." Hidan scoffed, unbuttoning at least half of his shirt.
"I can't believe we're travelling all his way, just to watch Shakespeare, un..." I mumbled. "I mean, can't we just watch a film adaption of it?"
"Nope." Hidan smirked. "That way, you can't make them fuck up."

I chuckled at Hidan's strange way of thinking.

"Deidara, Hidan, smile!" I heard a feminine voice call. I turned my head, facing a blue-haired girl; Konan, holding a camera.

I was ok with Konan, she wasn't a slut, unlike most of the other girls in my class.

Hidan chuckled, tossing his arm around my shoulder, pulling us closer. I smiled, doing a simple peace sign. Hidan, being Hidan, stuck his middle-finger up, grinning.

A large flash went off, and Konan giggled as the photo printed out from the camera.

"You guys look so funny!" She smiled, presenting us with the photo.
"Can I keep that, un...?" I asked, taking the photo from Konan's small hand.
"Sure!" She smiled, wandering off, probably to take other photos.

I smiled slightly, staring at the picture. Me and Hidan had been close friends for years now; and this was probably one of the nicest pictures we had of each-other.

"The fuck are they doing out there...?" I heard Hidan mutter. Looking up from the photo, my eyes drifted towards where my silver-haired friend was looking at.

At least 20 army men were standing around 3 trucks, holding large guns. They were in full uniform, and all had serious expressions plastered onto their faces.

"What do you think is happening, un?" I muttered, trying to get a better look, before the soldiers became out of sight.
"Probably training or something..." Hidan replied, reaching into his bag, presenting me with a large packet of cookies.

I smirked, reaching into the bag.

"Thanks, un...".

Later

I had drifted off to sleep.

I was seriously hoping Hidan wouldn't draw on my face, or do anything cruel, which he has done many times before.

In the middle of a dream, I was interrupted by a strange clicking noise, Which seemed to be a pair of heels.

I fluttered my eyes open. The coach was surprisingly quiet; I assumed everyone else had fallen asleep too.

Feeling the sudden urge to get up and walk, I stood up, my knees unusually wobbly. I felt weak and frail, which defiantly wasn't normal.

My eyes scanned the coach, noticing all my classmates, fast asleep. Each of them were leaning over each other, snoring lightly. Some people had even fallen out of their seats, and onto the floor.

Deciding that my legs had probably fallen asleep due to the constant sitting down, I tried to walk it off, failing miserably. I held onto the arm-rests of the coach, limping along the aisle. I started to wonder if I was still asleep, for some reason this whole experience seemed like a dream.

My knees suddenly gave way, causing me to fall onto the floor. I started to panic, trying to stand up.

Just then, the same clicking noise returned, coming from behind me. Thankfully, I was still able to turn my head.

My eyes were then set on a middle-aged woman, wearing a purple suit-like uniform. She looked like she belonged in an office. The only strange thing about her though, was the large, black gas-mask, attached to her face.

I panicked as she became closer and closer. I tried desperately to crawl away, falling onto my face, once again.

For the last time that night, I raised my head, looking up at the woman. She stared at me with cold, dark eyes, kneeling down slightly. I saw her raise her arm, and I wasn't quick enough to verify what she did next.

All I could remember, was a large, blunt object, coming into contact with my head.

Then everything went black again.

Quick chapter! For once in one of my fics, the drama actually starts on chapter 1! It's a miricle!

Aha, not so much...

Anyway, I'd like to announce that I will not be killing off Hidan, like what happened to Nobu. That would just be cruel.

...And to be honest, I don't think I'd be able to write this without the humour of Hidan!

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