PROLOGUE

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Yuuya Kizami groaned as he shut off his alarm clock and begrudgingly got out of bed. The morning was always his least favourite time of the day. It meant going downstairs to his worthless excuse for a family. Spending the day with his idiotic classmates was more preferable than five minutes with his parents. Kizami stretched his limbs before removing his pyjamas, and taking out his uniform. He always did his best to prolong dressing so he would have more time to prepare himself for the horrible task of eating breakfast with the people he was forced to live with. After pulling up his trousers, and sliding on his shirt (which he always left partly unbuttoned), he looked in the mirror as he attached his old silver chain to his trousers, smiling as he did. If there were two things he was sure he liked, it was mirrors and silver accessories. Mirrors because they showed the only person who was honest with him, himself. As for silver accessories... He just liked the way they way they looked. After he was finished, he slung his school blazer over his shoulder and walked downstairs.

His parents either didn't notice him, or pretended not to as Yuuya walked downstairs and got out some bread and butter. His older brother and sister had left for university a few years ago. While that left Yuuya with two less nuisances to deal with, it also left him to deal with his parents by himself. He sat down at the table and began eating his sandwich. His father, Seiji, was reading the newspaper, angling it so he didn't need to look his son in the face, while his mother, Shiori, was staring blankly into her cup of tea, as if it was more interesting then her own son. She probably thought it was. After a few minutes, Kizami finished his sandwich, stood up, picked up his bag, and left. His parents didn't even flinch.

Yuuya walked down his road silently, headed towards Byakudan Senior High School, the same horrid school his brother had attended. "Oi! Kizami!" Yuuya turned around to see his self-proclaimed best friend, Kensuke Kurosaki running towards him, a huge grin on his face as always. Unlike Kizami, Kurosaki actually wore his jacket properly, but still didn't wear the tie, claiming it was too tight, so his top button was always undone. Kizami inwardly shuddered as Kurosaki playfully slapped him on the back, before forcing a smile on his face.

"Hi, Kurosaki," he said. "I've really improved my stamina now!" The purple haired boy boasted. "I might be able to beat you in a race now huh!" Yuuya nodded as he pretended to listen to Kurosaki rambling on and on about God knows what, as he began wondering if anything of interest would happen today.

Probably not, he thought. Just another day. No different from the last...

(At the Kirisaki household)

"Ahh!" Tohko moaned in pleasure as Yuuya ran his lips all along her neck. "You taste so sweet Tohko," Yuuya whispered in a husky tone of voice. Tohko shuddered as his cool breath hit her neck. "Yuuya..." she whimpered as the handsome young man moved closer and closer towards her face. Tohko puckered up her lips and...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Tohko Kirisaki opened her eyes, confused when she saw Yuuya wasn't by her side. "I guess it was another dream," she said, her face flushed red. This was just the most recent of dreams she'd had about one of her closest friends, Yuuya Kizami. The most kind, charming boy she'd ever seen. Just the thought of his soft black hair, his warm smile, his toned abs...

"No!" She told herself, trying to rid herself of impure thoughts. She had to get ready for school. However, as she got out of bed and took out out her uniform, her phone vibrated, telling her she'd got a text. She open her phone, and smiled when she saw it was from her best friend Emi Urabe. She opened the text and glazed over it.

Good morning Tohko! Still having dreams about your dear Kizami? Probably, since I've been standing outside your house for the past five minutes!

Tohko slowly looked over at her clock. "8: 15!?" School starts in fifteen minutes! She'd overslept! Quickly, she changed out of her pyjamas, and hurriedly threw her uniform on, which consisted of a white sailor fuku with a green collar and a red bow, a green pleated skirt, white crew-cut socks and brown shoes.

I can't believe I spend that long dreaming of Yuuya! She thought to herself as she tied her big, white bow in her hair. It can't be healthy! I mean, who would have so many dreams like that!

(At the Shimada household)

Kai smirked at the sight before him. Tohko was panting heavily, her face flushed red, and both her shirt and skirt hitched up. "Heh, you're pretty excited aren't you," the redhead teased as he ran tongue over her pale neck. "Please Kai," Tohko begged. "I need you..." Kai's smirk grew even wider. "If you insist..." He said as he lifted up her shirt, and grabbed her soft, supple bre-

Beep! Beep! Be- Crash!

Kai Shimada's alarm clock flew towards the wall and smashed into several pieces as Kai lowered his arm. "Dammit..." He said as he groggily stood up and put the pieces in his bin. That was the fourth alarm he'd broken that month. And the second this week. "Kirisaki..." Kai groaned as he remembered the person his dream revolved around. She'd plagued his mind for almost a year now. He barley enjoyed his multiple girlfriends anymore. Shrugging, he slipped on his black shirt and necklace, before putting on his shirt and blazer over that, not bothering to button it up.

Why her? He thought as he rolled his sleeves up and clipped multiple black bracelets on his right arm. He'd fallen for a girl who he wasn't sure even liked him as a friend. What makes her different? She doesn't even like me! She preferred guys like... Shimada ground his teeth in frustration. She loved him. That tall basterd. Mr. Perfect. The so called "clean and spotless" Yuuya Kizami. Kai pulled up his trousers, tightened his belt, and slapped on his watch before walking downstairs, a sour look on his face. He walked straight to the door, not bothered with breakfast, picked up his bag and opened the door. "I'm off!" He called, even though he knew parents were asleep, and shut the door.

As he began walking towards school, he noticed two familiar people in front of him, bickering. "I'm telling you Ryosuke, trying to stop me at this game is pointless!" Tomohiro Ohkawa warned. His best friend, Ryosuke Katayama, simply scoffed. "Come on Tomohiro. You do remember what happened last time you said that! I beat you so many times the PlayStation couldn't even keep up!" He taunted. "You're both pathetic," Kai groaned as he walked past. The two gasped in shock. "Try beat us in Call of Duty! Then we'll talk!" Katayama said angrily. Shimada simply ignored the two as he walked off.

"Does he seem little depressed to you?" Tomohiro asked. "Why are you asking me? He's YOUR boss!" Ryosuke said. Shimada often used Ohkawa to run errands, in exchange for free games. "Maybe someone mentioned Yuuya," the brown haired boy suggested before the two continued their journey.

(At Byakudan Senior High School)

Masato Fukuroi was walking through the gates, early as always. Unlike several of his friends, he was wearing the full uniform, fully buttoned, tie done, and shirt tucked in. As the student council president, he needed to set an example. His glasses gleamed slightly in the sunlight as he looked up at the school and smiled softly. He loved the quiet, calm atmosphere of the school before most of the students got here. He intended to go to the library and study for a while. However, a familiar voice made him turn around.

"Fukuroi!" Mitsuki Yamamoto, the student council secretary, ran up to him. As usual, her curly brown hair was tied with two round hair accessories. Fukuroi's face immediately lit up. "Ah! Mitsuki! I didn't expect you this early," he said. "I have to make sure your doing your job right?" Mitsuki replied. "Come on! We've got lots of planning to do for tomorrow!" She walked past Fukuroi, heading for the student council room. "Huh? What's tomorrow? Wait up!" Fukuroi yelled as he ran after Mitsuki.

Those two don't know when to shut up...

Kai's mood slowly worsened as the two behind him rambled on and on about games. That's the only thing they ever talk about. Games and virtual girls. Too chicken to get some real ass, Kai thought. Thankfully, they were now at the gates. Suddenly, the two stopped talking and ran ahead of the redhead. "Kurosaki!" Ohkawa called, having seen Kurosaki and Kizami walk in. "How you doing?" Kurosaki asked cheerfully. "Not bad!" Katayama replied. "So, how was that game I let you?" Before Kurosaki could replay, Tohko and Emi appeared around the corner. "Hello everyone!" Emi greeted, joy radiating from her as always. "How are you guys?" Tohko asked. "Not bad," the three boys said at once. "What about you Yuuya?" Tohko asked, a hint of red on her face. However, to her surprise, Kizami completely ignored her. Instead, he was focused squarely on Kai. The two tallest of the group were just staring blankly at each other. No emotions on either of their faces. Until, a smirk appeared on Kizami's face.

"Nice to see you're alright Shimada. You didn't seem so well when we meet yesterday evening," he said, his smirk never once leaving his face. Kai stiffened as he remembered what he had seen yesterday.

(The day before, after school)

"Ahhh! Another day done!" Kai said as he walked out of school. His pay from his last modelling job had come last night, and he brought a brand-new silver pendant that he hung from his necklace. He had turned even more heads than usual, and he was pretty sure that Kirisaki had snuck a quick look too, so he was in high spirits as he made his way home. However, as he turned the corner, he noticed someone walking in front of him. The person looked around, then quickly ducked into an alley. The person was far away, but he was taller than Kai, and had a Byakudan blazer over his shoulder. And Shimada only knew one person who was taller than him at school.

"HA! As if this couldn't get any better!" Kai laughed. He knew Kizami had a thing for silver jewellery as well, and couldn't resist the opportunity to make his rival jealous. He quickly ran down to the alley, and saw Kizami further down, crouched down with something in his hands.

"Oi! Kizami!" Kai called, a huge smirk on his face. "Check out what I've got!" The redhead's smirk grew wider, when Kizami turned around. However, his grin immediately fled from his face as he noticed what was in Kizami hand. "What... What is that?!" Kai yelled, his face noticeably more pale than before. In Kizami's hand, was the lifeless body of a cat. A kitten. One could say that Kizami simply found it dead, but the scratch makes on his hands made it obvious who was responsible.

"What the hell!?" Kai shouted. To his shock, Kizami simply smiled. "Shimada! I didn't expect to see you here," he said casually. Then he noticed Kai's necklace. "Nice necklace," he said, pointing at it. "You're a psycho!" Kai accused. "It was hissing at me, so I made it stop," Kizami replied. "You're sick!" Shimada said as he threw his fist at Kizami. To his surprise, the taller boy simply caught the fist, and then grabbed Kai's neck. "Ghh! Y-You...!" Kai grabbed Kizami's fingers and began prying them from his neck, only to be punched in the stomach.

"Ghhh!" Kai cried as he fell to the ground. Kizami stood over him for a few seconds, before kneeling down and putting his head right next to his ear. "I'd advise you don't tell anyone what happened here," he warned, before standing up and walking away, leaving a groaning Kai.

(Present)

"Huh? What are you taking about Kizami?" Kurosaki asked. "I encountered Shimada on the way home from school. He seemed rather pale," Kizami replied, a dark grin on his face. Kai growled angrily, and might have attacked Kizami right there and then, when the bell ring, signalling the start of homeroom. "Are you okay Shimada?" Emi asked. Kai glared at Kizami one last time, before turning away. "I fine," he said as he walked away, trying to suppress his anger, and trying to forget the small shred of fear he felt when he looked into Kizami's cold, grey eyes.

(After school, at the student council room)

"Remember what tomorrow is Mr. President!" Mitsuki said as Fukuroi was about to walk out the door. "Hmm? What's tomorrow?" He asked. "Please tell me I can kick you," Mitsuki said in an eerily sweet voice. "Absolutely not. Now what's going on tomorrow?" Fukuroi replied, managing to keep a professional air about him. Until Mitsuki kicked him in the shins.

"Ow! No violence in the student council room!" He cried. "It's your fault for forgetting the cleaning day!" Mitsuki huffed, her arms crossed across her chest. "Cleaning?" Fukuroi asked. "Cleaning! Look at this place! It's full of balls! Is this the equipment shed?!" Mitsuki yelled. "Oh yeah... You asked to schedule a cleaning day," Fukuroi said, his memory of the event returning. "You completely put it out of your mind didn't you," Mitsuki accused, as she raised her foot. "No! I'm sure I pencilled it in somewhere! You're requests are important to the student council!" Fukuroi hurriedly said. "You're a man, not a corporation. Talk like one," Mitsuki said. "Fine! I forgot okay!? As if I don't have enough on my plate in the first place! Do you know what I'm expected to do?!" Fukuroi yelled, before quickly adding, "I'm sorry..."

Mitsuki thought for a little while, before smiling. "Enough for me," she said. Fukuroi sighed. "I just don't ge- Huh?" He said when he registered what she said. "Tough love from your trusted clerk," Mitsuki replied, a warm smile on her face. "Just admit your mistakes and move on. Although, the manley approach to presidency has its merits too," she added. "Mitsuki..." Fukuroi said, his cheeks slightly red. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again!" Mitsuki ordered, the same person she was earlier. "I... got it..." Fukuroi sighed, exasperated.

"You don't understand Tomohiro. Miko is MY bride!" Katayama said as he walked in the room, followed by Ohkawa. Both, like Fukuroi, were wearing the full Byakudan uniform. "As if! Besides, you've got that Sakura girl. Don't you dare two-time her!" Ohkawa replied. "Everyone knows it only gets good when you have three girls!" Katayama scoffed. "Sounds like you to are having fun! Is it a game?" Mitsuki asked. "Ohh, do you want in on this Yamamoto? It's a game where you use a stylus to kiss and massage girls. And you can go out with three at once!" Katayama told her, getting excited. "I'm glad you're having fun... but keep it to one girl you lowlife!" Mitsuki said as she kicked Katayama in the shin. "Ghhh!" He cried out as he grabbed his leg. "You two remember what tomorrow is right?" Mitsuki asked. "Hmm? What's tomorrow?" The two said in perfect synchronisation. "Ohh boy..." Fukuroi sighed as Mitsuki cracked her knuckles.

(Elsewhere)

Tohko took a deep breath as she stood outside class 2-4. She'd been putting it off for far too long. It was time to ask his best friend. Tohko looked around for him, until she finally found the boy she was looking for. "Kurosaki!" She called out.

Kensuke Kurosaki was in his chair, packing his bag. Hearing his name being called, he got up and went over to Tohko. "Hey Kirisaki! What's up?" He asked. "Quick question," Tohko said. "Is Yuuya seeing anyone?" Kurosaki's grin turned into a puzzled frown. "No, I'm pretty sure he's single. Why?" Kensuke asked. "Heh... I guess I have my sights set on him I guess," Tohko said with a slight blush on her face. Kurosaki's frown turned back into a smile at those words. "Really? That's great! Oh, but..." he trailed off, his grin faltering. "What?" Tohko asked, worried. "Kizami isn't a particularly... social individual," Kurosaki said. "Going out with him might not be that fun for you." Tohko shook her head. "But I hear that despite his obvious popularity with the ladies, he hasn't so much as touched anyone," she insisted. "Isn't that a bad thing?" Kensuke replied. "Not really. It gives him a nice clean image," Tohko finished. "Well, I'll definitely be rooting for you!" Kurosaki said, his grin having returned. Tohko smiled. Not only did she confirm Yuuya was single, but she got his best friend blessing too!

Suddenly, the door flew open, and the dreaded "Hell-girl Mitsuki" entered the room, followed by Fukuroi. "Ahhh!" Kurosaki cried out, startled. "Cleaning day Kurosaki! Ring a bell?" Mitsuki asked. "I told you I've got club today!" Kurosaki replied, shuffling towards the door. "Too bad! You're helping!" Mitsuki declared as she grabbed Kurosaki by the collar, and began dragging him out of the room.

"Fukuroi, help!" Kurosaki pleaded. "It's best to just give in..." Fukuroi advised as he began following the two. "Can I come?" Tohko asked. "The more the merrier!" Mitsuki shouted over her shoulder. Tohko walked out the door... and slammed right into Kizami, who was walking past. "Are you alright?" He asked, his hand out stretched, his eyes full of warmth and compassion. "I-I'm fine!" Tohko reassured as she accepted his hand and stood up. "We were just going to clean up the student council room. Want to help?" She asked hopefully. Kizami thought about for a minute, before giving her a nod. "Great!" Tohko said, a smile on her face.

"Oi! Watch where you're going Yamamoto!" A familiar voice yelled. "Sorry Shimada!" Mitsuki called as she continued dragging Kurosaki away. "How are you Kai?" Fukuroi asked, a smile on his face. Despite their conflicting personalities, Fukuroi and Kai were surprisingly close, arguably best friends. "Sup Fukuroi," Kai greeted. "You getting things going with the Hellgirl yet?" He teased. Fukuroi blushed intensely. "I-I... I don't know what you talking about," he said, trying (but failing) to keep his composure. Kai smirked at him, and was about to carry on, before he noticed Tohko.

"Hey Kirisaki! How you doing?" He asked, instantly turning his charm on. "Fine," Tohko said, her mood instantly soured. "You going somewhere?" Kai pressed. "We're going to clean the council room," Tohko replied. "Cleaning? I could help!" Kai said. "Really?" Fukuroi asked, surprised. "Sure!" Kai insisted, his trademark smirk on his face. Which was instantly wiped off when he noticed Kizami standing next to Tohko. "I-I can be quite the effective... cleaner..." He managed to say, his smile strained and forced. "Well, one more pair of hands would be okay," Tohko said as she walked in the direction Mitsuki went, with Kizami, Fukuroi, and a now reluctant Kai following.

(Later)

The group (after running into Emi) reached the student council room, where Mitsuki, Kurosaki, Katayama and Ohkawa were waiting. The next hour was spend cleaning, with the group of nine joking (and in Kai's case flirting) the entire time.

"That's it," Kai said as he put his broom down. "Thanks for the help everyone!" Mitsuki thanked. "No problem!" Katayama said. "Well, I should go. I'll have to jog home to make up for the practice I missed," Kurosaki said, glaring at Mitsuki. "Wait!" Emi said, as everyone was getting ready to leave. "There's something I'd like to try," she said as she unzipped her bag, and pulled out a white, paper doll.

"A paper doll? Not this stuff again Emi," Ohkawa sighed. "But this a real cool one!" Emi protested. "It's called, Sachiko Ever After! I found it on a blog! If we do it right, we stay friends forever!" She explained. That last part definitely caught everyone's interest. The group had been together for a year now, and had grown pretty close to each other in that time.

"That's a neat idea Emi! I'm in!" Mitsuki said. "You can count me in!" Tohko also said. "Sure!" Katayama and Ohkawa said at the same time. "It could be fun!" Kurosaki yelled excitedly. "Why the hell not?" Kai said. Both Kizami and Fukuroi nodded after a moment's thought. "Excellent!" Emi said, a huge smile on her face.

"First, we all hold onto the paper doll," Emi explained. The other eight drew closer and each took hold of a section of the doll. "Then, we each chant, Sachiko we beg of you, nine times in our head, once for each person in the room. Then, we tightly grab, the doll, and pull. Got it?" She asked. Everyone else nodded. The nine students then closed their eyes, and repeated the same sentence in their heads a total of nine times. "Everyone done?" Emi ask. When everyone nodded, she continued with her explanation. "Now, make sure you have a tight grip. On three, pull! One... two... three!" As the group pulled on the doll, the temperature suddenly dropped. It was ice cold. If anyone had breathed, they could have seen their breath. It only lasted a second though, and by the time the temperature was back to normal, the doll was in nine pieces.

"Make sure you keep your scrap safe!" Emi said as everyone put their pieces of paper in their pockets or their student id's. "Well, now that that's done, I should probably get back. I don't want my parents worried," Kurosaki said as he began to walk towards the door. "Wait..." Kizami's deep voice stopped Kurosaki in his tracks. "What?" He asked. "Do you feel that..." Kizami said, his eyes aimed at the floor. Everyone stopped moving. There was a faint vibration in the floor. Kai rolled his eyes. "It's just a little tremble. Nothing too bad." The second those words left his lips, the floor began shake violently. "W-What's going on?!" Mitsuki asked, hanging onto a nearby table. "It must be an earthquake!" Fukuroi concluded. "Everyone! Stay calm!" A second later, a massive crack appeared in the floor. "What the hell!" Kurosaki yelled, as the crack began to widen, revealing a dark abyss. Tohko was unfortunately the closest, and she quickly lost her balance.

"AHHHHH!" She screamed as she windmill her arms, desperately trying to regain her balance. "KIRISAKI!" Kai ran over to her and grabbed her hand, trying to pull her back. However, the ground of the entire classroom suddenly opened up. There was nothing for the students to stand on or hold onto. "AAAAHHHHHHH!" The group screamed as they fell into the dark, and seemingly bottomless pit. A few seconds later, the floor seemed to grow back, the hole gradually disappearing, leaving no trace that anything had happened, that nothing was wrong. Those nine students were soon going to wish they had never performed a charm. Especially this one...

A/N

Welcome to my brand-new story, Corpse Party: A tale from Byakudan High! I've had this on my mind for a while now, and I'm glad I've finally set myself the task of writing it. Leave a review and tell me what you think, and what you may want to see.

I look forward to following this story with you!

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