a/n: This is the fourth time I've revised this. The concept of this story was devised four years ago, and apparently, my mind rejects the very plot. Hopefully, this version of the story will work. This is the revised, revamped, and completely different story of Freezing Fire.

And it's not even called Freezing Fire anymore.

…And okay, it's not completely different. The original story took place in a camp attended by Inazuma Eleven canon characters now at high school and six OCs. [And yes, the OCs' names were all ridiculous, non-Japanese names like Rukia Nightshade, Rani Maiya, Kiki Hayes, Neci Kamlyn, Sakshi Reddy and Nixie Assane.] I'm also pretty sure none of my OCs were actually Japanese.

And before you go running away, screaming in terror, I've fixed that problem.

The plot of the original story had these six OCs go to a camp with an evil camp director where enemies had to share cabins and winning was the highest priority and those that survived would find true love.

And yes, that was how I wrote it, too.

Needless to say, it sucked. However, for some strange and inexplicable reason, my friends actually liked it. [The six people I based my six OCs off of. Yes, I was that dorky.]

And because my best friend – one of the people who loves this story the most – is turning eighteen, this is my birthday present. [And, yes, I'm aware that it's four months late, Juice.]

This story is about six girls – Katsushika Harukichi, Higashiyama Akane, Abukara Shiori, Satoya Hiroe, Arakida Seka and Ippitsusai Tsukiyama [see! They're Japanese names now!] who are basically the same characters except this time they're not Mary Sues.

Hopefully.

Anyway, the story is set at a camp and there is an evil psychotic bitch running around, but that's where the similarities end. The camp director is not evil, there are no cabin arrangements made specifically to group together people who hate each other and there are no activities vital to the plot. I tried to include the last one, but apparently, four plots is the limit, and that's only as long as two of them are sub-plots.

So, this isn't going to be as long as Freezing Fire, primarily because it's a mix of humor and drama and this careful mixture can only be maintained for so long. Hopefully, it's also easier to relate to the OCs.

This is a story about friendship, betrayal and how the simplest of actions can have unimaginable consequences. How a butterfly flapping its wings can change the course of destiny.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. [Four rewrites aside.]

dedication: To my best friend on her eighteenth birthday and to the original six that inspired this story.

summary: It only takes one spark to start a fire. – Pyromaniac, volume 1.

ignite

chapter one – anything that can go wrong

In retrospect, it all started with the silly little bet.

Everything was fine before that. Sure, her friends were running around like headless chickens trying to get into the universities of their choice and cramming for entrance exams, but it was sane. Normal.

But then Akane had the brilliant idea of playing matchmaker. After her relationship with Hiroto ended messily, she had been going around trying to set everyone else up. Hiroe blatantly refused her. Tsuki and Shiori already had boyfriends. Seka had just gone through a break-up of her own. And so it fell to Kichi to humor her best friend.

It really was a silly bet. Stupid, too. If Kichi ever needed to provide proof that her best friend had gone crazy juggling the duties of being the heir to Higashiyama Enterprises and trying to get into Tokyo University, the bet would be Exhibit A.

Well, no, Exhibit A would be those scandalous pictures Kichi had taken last week of a drunk Akane acting a little too friendly with her ex-boyfriend's best friend. Akane and Gouenji hated each other – well, Akane hated Gouenji, anyway. Kichi had noted the flicker of interest in Gouenji's eyes on many occasions.

Whenever Akane had started losing her mind, it cumulated in the bet. It started out simple, actually – all she had to do was go up to a guy and kiss him. They were playing Truth or Dare in Kichi's house and they were all probably a bit drunk and after a series of escalating dares, that was what Kichi ended up with.

She'd shrugged and agreed – it wasn't like she'd never kissed a guy before. Unfortunately, Akane had other plans.

Kichi could still remember the glint in Akane's blue eyes as the girl told her that she had to seduce Sakuma Jirou.

Kichi groaned and leaned her head against the window, watching the scenery flicker by. "Why am I even here?" she moped, seeing trees stretching out into the endless distance.

"You're the one that said that seducing Sakuma-san required careful planning and a proper environment," Hiroe said flatly, flipping through a sports magazine.

Kichi frowned, "When did I say that?"

Hiroe paused and thought for a second, "I'm pretty sure you were drunk."

"Why do you people let me talk when I'm inebriated?" Kichi wailed, sniffling with fake sobs.

"Because it's so very amusing," Akane's head popped up from the seat in front, grinning a shark-toothed smile, "And where did you learn the word 'inebriated' anyway?"

"Fuck you," Kichi hissed and made a rude gesture. Akane just laughed.

"You might want to save that for Sakuma-san," Seka's head joined Akane's, smiling sweetly.

At the front of the bus, Kichi could see the boy in question turn, frowning slightly, as if he'd heard his name being called. Luckily, he was distracted by the sight of Kidou and Fudou fighting and Kichi could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shut up!" she glared at both of them, "If you keep on shouting at the top of your voice, he'll hear you!"

Akane shrugged, "I don't particularly care." She smirked and turned to face the front of the bus, "Hey! Guess what, people! Kichi's going to sed–" Kichi quickly clapped a hand on Akane's mouth, restraining her.

Twenty people stared back at them, curious. Kichi gave a strained smile, pretending like her face wasn't discovering new shades of red. Akane made a muffled sound that Kichi took to be laughter.

Slowly, they all turned back to face the front, though Kichi could see Tsuki's stifled giggles from her position next to Midorikawa and Shiori smirked at her before continuing her discussion with Reina.

"I am going to kill you," Kichi hissed into Akane's ear before letting her go.

"I'm so scared," she said nonchalantly, turning to sit properly in her seat.

"No, seriously," Kichi informed her solemnly, "I'm going to hire an assassin – no, that would be too quick. I'll hire a psychopath. A psycho killer. A psycho serial killer."

Akane's scoff told her what the dark-haired girl thought of that threat and Kichi glared at her before settling back into her seat and watching the scenery go by, her mind on vengeance.

She had no idea how prophetic her words would prove to be.

The camp was small and boring and Kichi spent the first half-hour praying for something, anything to happen.

"Why did we come here, anyway?" Tsuki said, eyeing the surrounding foliage with critical gray eyes, "The forest is creepy, the beach is full of sharp rocks and the humidity is frizzing my hair!"

"Kichi wanted a proper environment to seduce Sakuma," Akane informed her, flipping through the brochure they'd been given upon arrival. The small, mousy-haired director of the camp had given them the brochure, the list of planned activities and their cabin arrangements before setting them loose to wander the area.

"You call this a proper environment?" Shiori laughed, scanning the commons. It was in the shape of a rough circle, with logs surrounding the bonfire in the middle. On one side, the six four-man cabins, the administrative building and the canteen were arranged as a barrier between the woods and the commons area. On the other side, the commons opened up into a few dirt-packed fields and the rocky beach.

"Next time, sweetie, buy some candles and rent a penthouse," Shiori advised her.

"And what do you know about seduction?" Kichi growled, irritated that a stupid dare had led them to this backwater camp.

"A lot more than you," Shiori said, smug, "I, after all, have a boyfriend."

"Or you say you do," Akane muttered under her breath. They had still not met Shiori's boyfriend – she was keeping his identity secret from all of them. That naturally led to suspicions.

"Shiori's many things but she isn't pathetic enough to make up a fake boyfriend," Hiroe said calmly, watching the impromptu football match that was taking place on the field. It was shirts against skins and Kichi noted appreciatively that Sakuma was on the skins side. The late afternoon light glinting off the ocean really did wonders for his muscle tone and his eyepatch led a rather mysterious air to his whole appearance…

Kichi ruthlessly severed that train of thought before it could go any further.

"Thank you," Shiori smiled, "At least someone believes me – hey! That was an insult!" Hiroe just smiled at her.

"If we're here, all we can do is make the best of a bad situation," Seka said reasonably. Kichi gave a sigh of relief – at least Seka was on her side.

"And how do we do that?" Tsuki asked, pinching a lock of limp blonde hair between her fingers and looking irritated.

"We can entertain ourselves by watching Kichi try to seduce Sakuma by the end of this trip."

Kichi's sigh turned into a groan.

"What do I do, Hiroe?" Kichi said plaintively, "I don't know the first thing about him."

Hiroe looked up from where she was digging into her suitcase and shrugged at Kichi, "You know that he's an internationally famous football player."

"That's just it!" Kichi wailed, "He's a celebrity and how did I ever think I could do this?"

Hiroe raised an eyebrow, wondering where Kichi's sudden inferiority complex had come from. "Kichi, you're practically a princess," she enunciated. The House of Katsushika was an ancient noble family and although her father had left it years ago, Kichi still had the wealth to back up her family name.

There was silence from the other side of the room and Hiroe rolled her eyes before digging through her suitcase again. She could've sworn she'd packed a softball somewhere…

"What if I don't do it?" Kichi speculated, "I mean, it's not like I have to, or anything."

"If you don't do it, then Akane has the right to decide your punishment," Hiroe said absentmindedly. There was again silence as Kichi contemplated the utter horror that would be Akane's punishment.

Hiroe paused in her search to smirk – Akane would be quite vicious, especially after Kichi decided that if she had to suffer, then the rest of them would suffer too, and dragged them all here.

"Hiroe," Kichi whined, flopping her head over the railing of the top bunk to give Hiroe an upside-down pout, "Help me!"

"How?" Hiroe asked, unable to hide the small grin. Oh, the situations Kichi got herself into… "I've never had a boyfriend. You're better off going to the others for help."

Kichi groaned, "Considering how Akane's relationship ended, she's the last person I'm asking for help. Tsuki-chan and Midorikawa-san just whisper sweet nothings at each other. I'm not quite sure Shiori even has a boyfriend. And I don't want to bring up Suzuno-san with Seka because I'm pretty sure she'd skewer me."

Hiroe nodded in silent agreement – Suzuno's break-up with Seka had been brutal and the mere mention of his name caused Seka to go into a cold fury.

"Roe-chan, please," Kichi made puppy-dog eyes at her. However, with Kichi's current, contorted position, it just looked deformed.

"I don't know what you want me to say!" Hiroe said, irritated at Kichi and her inability to find the damn softball, "If you don't know anything about him, find out! Go talk to him. He's undoubtedly going to find it strange if some random girl comes up to him and starts seducing him. And you only have like five days, you know."

Kichi groaned again, "I'm doomed."

Hiroe ignored her dilemma, smiling in victory as she finally found the softball. At least something was going right today.

"Who're you texting?" Shiori didn't look up from her phone at the sound of the overly curious and hyperactive voice.

"Isn't Midorikawa-san supposed to have you on a leash?" Shiori asked, "It's detrimental to our safety to have you running around."

"Haha, Shi-chan," Tsuki rolled her eyes, "You're hilarious."

There was a pause where Shiori contemplated various insults and waited for a reply to her message.

"Who are you texting?" One thing that they could all count on was Tsuki's persistence in sticking her nose where it didn't belong.

"My boyfriend," Shiori said curtly, hoping the harsh tone would drive the blonde away.

"Ooh, you mean he's real?" No such luck.

"Of course he's real, I'm not sending texts to myself!" Shiori snapped back. She was tired of her friends sniping at her and inserting 'imaginary' in stage-whispers every time the topic came up.

Tsuki shrugged, completely missing the anger in Shiori's tone, "Akane doesn't think he's real but Roe-chan says to stop bothering you about whether he's real or not. Kichi-chan just wants to know who he is – she's incredibly nosy like that."

"Pot meet kettle," Shiori muttered, finding it very amusing that Tsuki called someone else nosy.

"When will we get to meet him?" Tsuki asked, bouncing up and down.

Shiori eyed her suspiciously, before shaking her head, "I don't know. We'll have to set a date." And inside her head, she thought, never.

"Did he come to this camp?" Tsuki asked eagerly.

"Why don't you go bother someone else?" Shiori huffed, letting her irritation mask her surprise – Tsuki's intuition, as always, was dead-on.

"Like who?" Tsuki asked, watching Shiori's phone as it beeped with a reply. Shiori carefully tilted it so that Tsuki couldn't see the sender and typed back.

"Like…Akane," Shiori picked a name out of thin air, concentrating on her message, "Why don't you go ask her what's going on with Gouenji-san?"

As she suspected, Tsuki latched onto the merest mention of gossip, her gray eyes glinting, "What's going on with Gouenji-san?"

"They're spending a lot of time together," Shiori told her, smirking when she remembered the photos Kichi had taken. They had yet to confront the dark-haired girl about them – the two of them had decided to wait until after the bet. Shiori, because she couldn't care less and Kichi because she wanted blackmail after the whole seduction thing.

"But…Akane-chan hates Gouenji-san," Tsuki said, worrying her lip between her teeth, "Ever since first year."

"Ah, but does Gouenji-san hate Akane?" Shiori said slyly. It was enough to bring a smirk to Tsuki's face.

"They spend all their time fighting," Tsuki pointed out.

"Akane will self-combust if she has no one to fight," Shiori laughed, one eye on her phone, waiting for a reply, "Look at her last boyfriend – Hiroto-san gave her everything she asked for and we all know how that ended up."

"Yeah," Tsuki said mournfully, "Poor Akane."

"I thought it was hilarious."

"Shi-chan, that's mean," Tsuki narrowed her eyes, "Akane-chan and Hiroto-san were together for a whole year, and for them to end up like that…"

Shiori just waited with a raised eyebrow.

Tsuki folded, "Alright, it was kinda funny."

Shiori laughed and turned back to her phone as it beeped with another text. Luckily, Tsuki didn't notice, her eyes narrowing as a smirk spread across her face, transforming her features into a shark's predatory grin.

"Akane and Gouenji, huh?"

Shiori made a mental note to apologize to Akane after this whole thing was over.

"Hello," Kichi smiled and hoped that it didn't look as artificial as it felt. Sakuma looked up from his dinner tray and just blinked at her.

"May I sit here?" Kichi kept grinning, trying to keep the blush off her face as she held her dinner tray.

Sakuma blinked some more, clearly surprised, before giving her a tentative and confused smile, "Sure." Kichi sat down, inwardly relieved – if she had to stand another second, she was pretty sure her legs would've given out in nervousness.

"I'm Katsushika Harukichi," Kichi dropped the grin – it was hurting her face.

"I know," Sakuma smiled at her and Kichi felt her face grow warm, "You're in my class, Katsushika-san."

"Please, call me Kichi, Sakuma-san," Kichi fervently hoped that she wasn't as red as she thought she was.

"And I see you know who I am, Kichi-san," Sakuma said, and the glint of amusement in his one visible red eye told her that she was fighting a losing battle. "May I know what prompted you to come sit here?"

"I…" Kichi swore she heard Akane's pealing laughter in the distance, "I just wanted to get to know you."

The whispers had already begun as people turned around, wondering why she was sitting with Sakuma. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kidou and Fudou approach their table before Fudou saw her and stopped, yanking Kidou back. He smirked at them before pulling Kidou to a different table. Genda followed them, a raised eyebrow speaking volumes about his bewilderment.

"Oh," Sakuma replied, clearly not knowing what to say to that. He blinked and looked at something behind her, his amusement becoming more pronounced, "Your friends are looking at us and laughing."

Kichi felt her face grow hotter, "Ignore them." She kept her eyes trained on her dinner tray, using a spoon to prod the cup of jello. "I – um," Kichi stuttered – what the hell was she supposed to talk about? "Who won the game?" she finally blurted out, cursing Hiroe and her stupid advice.

"What?" Sakuma asked, confused.

"The football game," Kichi said, "Who won the football game?"

"Oh," Sakuma laughed, realizing she was referring to the match that afternoon, "The girls' team."

"The girls' team?" Kichi frowned, "I thought you were playing shirts on skins." Her face turned a brilliant shade of red when she said 'skins' but thankfully, Sakuma didn't seem to notice. Kichi wondered what was wrong with her – she had never felt so much like a child.

"Yes, but the girls were all on the shirts side," Sakuma said, smiling. He had a nice smile. The edge of it crinkled up to where the metal eyepatch bit into his cheek, covering his right eye. Kichi wondered what had happened to it. "We couldn't exactly ask them to strip, now could we?" His tone sounded…flirtatious.

Kichi breathed a silent sigh of relief – if he was flirting with her, this would be so much easier.

"Urabe-san would've been more than happy to," Kichi pointed out.

"Only if Ichinose was here, which he isn't," Sakuma countered, "Besides, Touko would rip all our heads off." Kichi laughed, thinking of the pink-haired daughter of the former Prime Minister and her spitfire temper.

Sakuma's eyes again drifted past her shoulder and the laughter in his visible eye become more pronounced.

"You're trying not to laugh," Kichi accused, poking the jello with so much force that her spoon broke the surface.

"I'm sorry," Sakuma said, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

"No, you're not," Kichi pouted.

"Alright, I'm not," Sakuma conceded, "It is very amusing."

"Bastard," Kichi muttered, still refusing to look at him.

"Why are you really here, Kichi-san?" Sakuma asked her, looking like he was a few seconds away from bursting into laughter.

Kichi froze. She was frantically trying to think of a reply when the lights suddenly went out.

There was a half-second of silence before pandemonium broke out. People screamed and shouted and there was the dull scrape of chairs against the linoleum as the camp counselors that were watching them tried to restore order.

"Oh, great, we don't even get electricity twenty-four seven," Kichi grumbled in the dark, irritated at the blackout, yet grateful that it had provided her with a distraction.

"If you hate it so much, why did you come here, anyway?" Sakuma asked reasonably.

Kichi flushed, thankful that he couldn't see her. Somehow, she thought to seduce you wouldn't go over so well.

The lights flickered once and came back on, lighting up the small canteen. People's shouts died down as the counselors took control and reassured people that it was just a blackout.

Then someone behind her screamed again and Kichi instinctively turned around. There, on the opposite wall, painted in something that looked eerily in blood was a word.

BEWARE.

There was a strange symbol drawn below it. A murmur of whispers spread through the room again as people wondered what was going on, panic and hysteria rising yet again.

"KOGURE!" Otonashi Haruna's voice cut through the shouts.

"It wasn't me!" the short, blue-haired prankster denied, and for a moment there was silence. Then Midorikawa took a bite of his food and coughed, eyes watering as he immediately searched for a jug of water.

The tension in the room immediately dissipated as Haruna's eyes narrowed in disbelief and Kogure smiled sheepishly, Midorikawa pausing between gulps of water to glare at the prankster. Sakuma laughed, "Well, he certainly scared the hell out of me."

"Yeah," Kichi said absentmindedly, ignoring the chill that ran down her spine. "So, I'll see you later?" she asked, getting up before Sakuma remembered that he'd asked a lot of questions and gotten no answers.

"Yeah," he smiled at her, "We're in the same cabin."

Kichi froze, halfway in the act of standing up, "We are?" She tried to remember the list that was posted on the bulletin board outside the administrative building, but couldn't recall who else was in her cabin, besides Hiroe.

"Yes," he affirmed, "So I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

"Yeah," Kichi grinned at him, "A lot more." She left him sitting there, stunned at her innuendo as she walked away with a smirk on her face.

"Well, you look happy," Seka raised an eyebrow as Kichi neared their table.

"I'll take it that my advice worked," Hiroe grinned at her as she sat down.

"Yeah, it worked," Kichi said, "Did you know that Sakuma-san's in our cabin?" Akane looked about two seconds away from collapsing due to lack of air, her face bright red as she tried to muffle her laughter.

Hiroe laughed, "I was wondering how long it'd take you to find out."

"I was betting that you wouldn't realize until you actually started seducing him and realized that his bed was in your cabin," Tsuki interjected.

"I have such supportive friends," Kichi said flatly. Tsuki refused to meet her gaze, skewering a tomato slice with a small grin on her face. Seka just smiled innocently at her, completely ignoring Shiori, who was doubled up in silent laughter next to her. Akane took a deep breath and completely lost it, her giggles causing Hiroe's smile to widen.

"You – ohmigod you should've seen his face," Akane gasped out, tears streaming from her blue eyes, "His face." She collapsed into another fit of giggles while Kichi glared at her, not amused.

"I hate you all," Kichi frowned, eyeing her dinner mournfully.

"We love you too, Chi-chan," Seka beamed at her.

Kichi poked her jello again and resisted the urge to bury her head in the ground until this whole thing was over. Maybe after this camp, her parents would let her buy a one-way ticket to the Caribbean.

Akane settled back among the pillows – two of which she'd stolen from Gouenji – and stared up at the low ceiling, trying to figure out what was bothering her.

Below her, she could hear the sounds of Natsumi and Midorikawa getting ready for bed, while Gouenji climbed the ladder on the opposite bunk bed. He saw his pillow-less bed and turned to glare at her, a glare she happily ignored.

"That was scary," she heard Natsumi remark and she leaned over the side of her bunk, listening to the conversation.

"Dinner, right?" Midorikawa laughed nervously, "Kogure outdid himself this time."

"I wonder how he managed to get out of his seat and paint the message in such a short time," Natsumi's voice sounded like she was frowning, "The blackout was only for a minute." Gouenji was still glaring at her, arms crossed, but Akane continued to ignore him, the spark of foreboding growing stronger.

"When have we ever figured out how Kogure plans his pranks?" Midorikawa shrugged, "I only wish he didn't dose my food with chili sauce – it took me fifteen minutes to get rid of the taste."

Natsumi laughed but Akane tuned it out, closing her eyes as she searched for whatever was bothering her. Something was wrong, she knew it, she just couldn't explain what –

"I've seen that symbol before," Akane's eyes shot open, remembering the haphazard symbol that had been drawn underneath the warning. Below her, Natsumi stuck her head out.

"The one that looks like an X mark with a squiggly line down the center?" Natsumi arched an eyebrow, "I haven't seen anything like it. You know what it is?"

"I've seen it before," Akane repeated, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to think of it, "I just can't remember where."

"If only this camp had wifi," Natsumi groused, sparking a round of lighthearted teasing as Midorikawa laughed about her refined tastes. Akane ignored them, but she could ignore Gouenji no longer – his stare was about two seconds away from burning a hole through her shirt.

"What?" she snapped at him, opening her eyes.

"Nothing," Gouenji shrugged, "It's just that you make thinking look so hard." Akane pressed her lips into a thin line as Midorikawa broke off from his argument with Natsumi to let out a heartfelt groan.

"Please don't tell me you're going to start this now," Midorikawa begged. Natsumi let out a resigned sigh.

"Start what?" Gouenji looked bemused.

"Fighting," Natsumi said flatly, "I'd like the cabin standing when this whole thing is over." Natsumi glared at her, which Akane thought was extremely unfair. It wasn't her fault that Gouenji was such an ass.

…And fine, maybe she had blown the first fight out of proportion – he hadn't meant to drop ice cream on her favorite shirt and he'd apologized but by the time Akane had cooled down, Gouenji had apparently decided that he liked antagonizing her.

It was totally not her fault.

"Fuck you," she hissed at Gouenji, and threw a pillow at him for good measure. Unfortunately, Gouenji caught the pillow and grinned at her, his objective achieved.

Akane scowled and turned away as Natsumi and Midorikawa climbed into their beds, turning the lights off. She resisted the urge to throw another pillow at Gouenji, who was looking far too pleased with himself, and drifted off to sleep, her dreams haunted with vaguely familiar symbols and memories blurred with time.

"You're late," she voiced her displeasure as soon as the man walked through the door, her fingernails tapping polished wood in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Kuraki-hime," the man bowed, low, "I had to clean out the cafeteria. Someone had splattered paint all over a wall." She smiled, slow and dangerous, as she followed his line of sight to the empty red paint can in the trash.

"It was time that the world knew I was back," Kuraki said simply.

"None of the children are Serpentine members," the man pointed out, his blue eyes gleaming as he pushed up his glasses, "They don't recruit them that young anymore."

"I know," she said curtly, "The message was not for them."

"Then who was it for?" the man asked, running a hand through his blond hair, clearly agitated, "The rest of us are loyal to your cause, Kuraki-hime. We have given you no reason to distrust us."

"Oh, I know," Kuraki smirked, "And I know that you'll be willing to do whatever it takes to get me back to Tokyo and regain the throne of Serpentine. But tell me – did you notice the expression on the camp director's face when the lights came back on?"

"Nakanishi?" the man frowned, "She looked…worried." His tone changed as he realized what Kuraki was trying to point out, "She's a Serpentine member?"

"A supporter of Shidehara," Kuraki snorted contemptuously, "She will have to die."

The man paced nervously after she voiced her demand, "I – yeah, I guess we could do that. But that would put our schedule off by a few days – we need to wait till the kids leave."

Kuraki laughed at that – they were still new recruits, she supposed, but to not see what Kuraki had grasped in a half-second of illumination…

"I want you to check the register," Kuraki grinned again, the feral smile lighting up her dark red eyes, "There's a carbon copy of Maiko walking around – and I want her dead."

…will go wrong

a/n: And thus ends the first chapter! Hopefully, you liked it. If you didn't – well, no one's forcing you to read.

Some points, in order to clarify things that might have been a little disjointed [if you need any further clarification, a review or a PM would do]

- Tokyo University is supposedly very hard to get into.

- Yes, Akane's former relationship with Hiroto will be clarified, but later. And Akane is slightly crazy. This is nothing to worry about.

- And yeah, when I mean prophetic, I mean there will be a serial killer. Just wait for it.

- Shiori's secret boyfriend will be revealed to. As will the fact about whether he's real or not.

- The House of Katsushika is old nobility. Kichi's father got kind of disowned but he still has a hefty inheritance, even if he isn't on speaking terms with his family.

- The origins of the symbol will be revealed in due time.

- The woman's full name is Kuraki Hana. Serpentine is a super cool, infamous, mysterious organization. Its aims will be given later. Sata Shidehara is the current candidate most likely to rule Serpentine. Nakanishi Miya, the camp director, is her supporter. I will not being going in depth on Serpentine politics in this story, but basically Kuraki wants Shidehara's job. And she thinks that killing off her supporters is going to send the right message.

- You will find out who Maiko is in the next chapter.

-There are twenty-four kids [including the six OCs] that are attending the camp. The eighteen canon characters, for future reference, are: Gouenji Shuuya, Sakuma Jirou, Midorikawa Ryuuji, Raimon Natsumi, Yagami Reina, Saginuma Osamu, Nagumo Haruya, Suzuno Fuusuke, Fudou Akio, Genda Koujirou, Kidou Yuuto, Urabe Rika, Kino Aki, Otonashi Haruna, Kogure Yuuya, Zaizen Touko, Kiyama Hiroto and Kazemaru Ichirouta.

Those important to this plot [those that get mentioned more than twice] are: Gouenji Shuuya, Sakuma Jirou, and Suzuno Fuusuke.