Title: Battle Royale

A Naruto fanfiction by IllusoryImpurity

Main pairing: Naruto/Sasuke

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, gore, OOC, sexual content, sexual deviancy, character death.

Based off of the novel/manga/film Battle Royale.

Novel by Koushun Takami. Manga by Koushun Takami and Masayuki Taguchi. Film directed by Kinji Fukasaku. I made no profit from writing this, it is a fan work.

Chapter 1 - Do Unto Others

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Sasuke moaned softly, his mind hazy and muddled. His head was pounding. ...What the hell had happened? The brunette sat up slowly, supporting himself with his arms. His neck...he never wore anything around his neck, never. So why did it feel like...? A pale hand drifted upward, and sure enough, there was something smooth and cold resting against where his neck and shoulders met...and from the looks of it, he wasn't alone.

Upon further observation, everyone in his class...who were, oddly enough, just as groggy and confused as he was...had matching metal collars. Sasuke's dark eyes widened, and it all came back to him. His class...they had been on a school bus...they had been on their graduation trip, on their way to a neighboring town. Everyone on the bus...had suddenly gotten tired and then... That's right! They had been gassed on the bus!! Those sly fuckers...!

The Uchiha male sat up, his head spinning and his stomach turning. He needed to check on Naruto.

He forced himself up onto his hands and knees, looking around the small room. There were desks in the back of the room, grouped up as if...in a classroom? Was that where they were, in a classroom? Something was obviously up, everything felt...wrong.

When Sasuke felt a tug at his sleeve, he looked up, coming face to face with his best friend. Thank heavens...he was awake...and he seemed unharmed. That was good enough for him. Now...they just had to figure out what the hell was going on.

"N...Naruto...what happened? The bus...we were all--"

"Gassed? Yeah, I know. You know where the hell we are?" All Sasuke could offer was a negative shake of the head.

Naruto looked around the room, a frown on his lips as he listened to his classmates.

"What's going on? I...weren't we just on the bus?"

"Hinata...you alright? Hey...what's that on your neck...?

"Where are we? M-my bag is gone!"

"My phone...it's not getting any reception...and why is it so dark outside? It was noon when we left!"

"You're wearing one too! W...w-what is this thing?"

Sasuke perked up a little at the sound of steps in the hallway...from the sound of it, it was several people, not just one. The class began to quiet down. Sasuke figured they had noticed the footfalls as well.

Within seconds, the lock on the door was turned and the door was slid open, a slender, pale man stepping into the room. Following him were three soldiers, and much to Sasuke's chagrin, they were all armed heavily. ...Now he was starting to get a little worried, and where was their teacher? Kakashi was always late for stuff...but it just didn't feel right. Naruto met Sasuke's eyes. This all felt...it just felt so messed up.

A few of the students in the room sank back at the sight of the soldiers and their weapons, some whispered to their friends, and a few of the girls clung to their friends or boyfriends, fear and curiosity showing in their eyes. The students just watched, not knowing what to think.

The man walked up to the desk in front of the class, leaning against it.

"Hello class 3-B. You're such good little pupils, sitting there so quietly. No ill effects of the sleeping gas, I hope. Now...I'm guessing you're all wondering just what is going on. Well, as of today, I am your new teacher. My name is Nagato, and you can all call me "Sir". That being out of the way, I would like to be the first to welcome you all to this little...competition."

The room was silent, all eyes fixed on the man...Nagato. Sir.

Just what the hell was going on? Competition? The fuck did that mean?

"I would like you all to go to the back of the class and take a seat at one of the desks. Everything will be explained to you once you're seated." Nagato said calmly, pushing some of his long, blood red hair behind his ear neatly.

Not a single student made a move to get up.

Within seconds, the soldiers drew their guns and removed the safety, pointing them at the students.

"...I suggest you do what I told you. These guys have been itching to shoot something all day and they're testy from the ride over. Now find a seat, students.

Gasps and whimpers were heard around the room. Naruto immediately pulled a fear stunned Sasuke up onto his feet, leading him over to the desks in the back and sitting him down, taking the seat beside his companion. Sure enough the other students followed suit, finding their seats and sitting down.

This was bad, real bad. He'd known something was wrong, and if the line of guns pointed at the class of ninth graders wasn't enough...that Nagato guy...

...He was just smiling calmly the whole damn time.

Sasuke looked at Naruto, their eyes meeting. Neither dared speaking just yet.

Once all of the students were sitting at their desks, Nagato tipped his head to the side and looked over the teenagers.

A hand was raised into the air a few seats away from Sasuke and Naruto, and it only took a few moments for the boys to realize that the trembling hand belonged to none other than one of smartest girls in the class, Haruno Sakura.

Nagato turned his attention towards the girl, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, what is it?"

"...I..." Sakura began, letting her hand down. "...I don't understand. The...the guards, the weird collar...what kind...of competition is this, exactly?" She asked, her voice shaking in places. It was obvious that she was nervous.

Nagato sighed softly, his arms crossed over his chest.

"...It's rather simple, young lady. It's a game of survival. Kill or be killed."

The class broke out in shouts.

"What?! No way, this has to be some kind of sick joke!"

"I-I don't understand Sir, you can't mean that!"

"T-The Program?! We're on The Program?!"

"Let us out you bastards!!"

Some of the teenagers stood from their desks in protest, anger and fear written on their faces. Sasuke stayed in his seat, frozen. Kill or be killed...kill...or...no way.

This couldn't be real, no way in hell...right...?

His dark eyes widened in panic.

Right?!

A warm hand closed around his own, and he looked up, seeing Naruto staring at him in concern.

"I-I..." Sasuke forced out, barely heard over the sound of his classmates shouting. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by the sound of multiple gunshots. Screams and cries broke out in the class room. Sasuke brought his arms over his head, clenching his eyes shut as if to block out the gunfire. Naruto gripped Sasuke's hand tighter, his own shoulders tense and his eyes shut tight.

Chunks of ceiling tile and plaster rained down upon the desks, a thin cloud of dust around them. Sasuke flinched when a large piece of ceiling tile fell onto his desk in front of him. When Naruto opened his eyes, that was when he realized that the guns had been pointed at the ceiling.

The room was quiet again.

No more outbursts. No more students shouting to be let out.

After what felt like forever, Nagato looked up at the students, still composed, but clearly unhappy.

"...I trust...that there will be no more outbursts? This time it was the ceiling, next time, it could be your foot, or...maybe your head."

Not a sound.

Their new teacher gave a small smile, his eyes gleaming in the flickering classroom lights.

"Good. I know this is a lot to absorb in one sitting, students, and I wouldn't want you zoning out on me. Perhaps...a visual will help move all of this along. Gentlemen?" The sickly looking man directed his gaze to the soldiers with a tiny smile. The one to the far right nodded and walked over to the door, opening it and walking out into the hallway.

Naruto took that moment to give Sasuke's hand one last, gentle squeeze before releasing it. He didn't want the brunette getting in trouble, that was the last thing he wanted to see. This teacher...he just wasn't right in the head. He knew that the man wouldn't even blink if one of them were shot or killed...he could see it in the dude's eyes. Death was something that this Nagato guy was used to seeing, and he wouldn't hesitate to blow someone's head open were he given the chance.

Within a minute, the soldier returned with three others in tow, making it six total guards in the room. The new three were carrying a large, long bag on their shoulders, and Sasuke knew what it was immediately.

A body bag...and it looked heavy.

The bag was dropped on Nagato's desk, and the pale man stepped to the side, looking out at his class as the guards began to unzip the black bag. Sasuke could hear his blood pounding in his head.

It wasn't real.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, itwasn'treal!

It couldn't be real! This couldn't be happening!!

As the bag was pushed open, terrified gasps and shouts echoed in the small room.

"K-Kakashi-sensei! Oh my god, no!! Kakashi-sensei!!" Sakura screamed, her bright eyes wide with terror.

There on the desk, laying face up with his head hanging back and tilted towards the mortified students, was their teacher. From the way that half of his upper face was missing and chunks of brain matter plopped onto the classroom floor, he'd suffered a fatal gunshot to the head. Sasuke sank back in his seat, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Kakashi-sensei, the man who had always offered to lend a hand with homework after classes ended, the man who had helped him with his studies so many times was lying in a body bag on a desk, his brain falling like pudding to the tile below. Sickening, wet plops were heard, and it was just...so...so...

...Real.

"You know why he's here, children?" Nagato's mockingly calm voice came.

A smirk rose to his face.

"Because he was dead set against you being brought here. His last words were 'I'd rather die than let you do this to them', and he intended to fight for you. Unfortunately for him, we decided that it would be best were he...out of the way. He really adored you all, you see. You were his pride and joy as his students. Pity."

Hinata, a shy, sweet girl, bent over the side of her desk and emptied her stomach, sobs wracking her frame. A red haired girl by the name of Karin let out a cry when some of her classmate's vomit landed on her shoes.

To think that the only time the students would ever see their sensei's face would be when he was lying on a desk, limp and lifeless, his left eye hanging out of it's socket grotesquely.

"Sensei, please let us see your face! We're so curious! That mask hides too much! Come on, pretty pleeease?"

"Haha, another time, Sakura-chan. Another time."

Naruto looked away as they zipped up the body bag, unable to watch. It was just too horrible.

"So...do I have your attention now? Good. Any other questions before I continue?"

After a tense moment, one student spoke up.

"...S-Sir? Where are our belongings...? The bags we brought?" A male student inquired quietly.

Brave.

Their teacher's smile grew slightly, which did nothing to ease the tension.

"Ah, you had me at Sir. And you are...?"

"In...Inuzuka Kiba, Sir."

"Your belongings have been stored away. If you live, you take them home. If you die, they'll be sent to your parents or burned."

Sakura looked down, suddenly remembering the cookies she had baked just for the trip.

What a terrible waste.

Nagato sat down on the edge of the desk, watching the soldiers carry Kakashi's corpse out of the classroom.

"Wait...why would you burn them?" An athletically built boy named Lee asked warily.

Nagato chuckled lightly.

"Well, did you see what happened to your sensei? Some parents are bound to resist, and so we...take care of them if they do."

"T...t-take care...of..." Sakura stuttered, sinking in her seat.

Every single student knew just what he meant by those words.

"Our parents...were....were any of our parents...?"

"I suppose you'll find out when, or if, you get back home."

No one argued.

Their teacher stood up straight, looking over the teenagers he was to...look after.

"Now, I'm going to go over those collars around your necks. They're quite interesting, actually. You'd better pay attention. I'll make it short. They're shock-proof, water-proof, and they're how we track your location. They also monitor vital signs, and that's how we know when you die. You try to escape, they explode. If you try to take it off, they explode. You enter a danger zone, which I'll go over in a moment, they explode. And...oh my, how rude. Talking in the middle of a lesson. I don't allow such disrespect in my classroom!"

A boy named Hachiro Daichi turned around to face the angered teacher, eyes widening.

"I-I was just--"

"No excuses. Class, I think a demonstration might be nice. You want to see how those collars work right?"

No one said a word, but they knew what the guy was getting at.

Daichi froze. His girlfriend of nearly two years, Kazue Junko brought her hands up to her mouth and shook her head, terrified for the male.

"H-He was just talking about The Program! The Program! P-please don't hurt him!" She cried, watching as he pulled a small remote from one of the desk drawers.

"Does that make it any less disrespectful?" He asked, smiling as he hit the red button on the remote. "Ten seconds."

Everyone was silent.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Daichi brought his hands up to his neck, beginning to sweat. At that point, Junko began to sob, knowing she couldn't do anything for him. It was all over.

Beep...beep...

The quiet beeps began to get faster, and as they did, Daichi's panic grew. He was clawing at his neck, panting and sweating. He had to get it off! He was going to die! He stood, nearly knocking his desk over, and ran over to Nagato. He fisted his hands in the redhead's coat, shaking him.

Beep...beep...beep

"Turn it off, TURN IT OFF!!" The teenager screamed, tears pooling in his eyes.

And as expected, Nagato made no move to deactivate it. The soldiers watched him warily, but made no move to attack the boy. Nagato was far stronger than he looked.

Beep...beep...beep

Daichi turned to his classmates, hysterical.

"Help me! Please help me!!"

Junko just kept sobbing, choking on her breaths.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I'm s-so sorry Dai...!" She forced out, trembling violently. She felt so incredibly helpless.

Sakura turned away, crying into her hands. She just couldn't watch. A few of the other students did the same, unable to watch their friend die. Some just looked on at the sight, horrified and disturbed, but unable to look away.

What could they do?

Nothing. That was what.

Neji, one of the students who was on the soccer team with Daichi, glared at his desk, his expression pained. He wanted to...he did...but...

"Help me! Junko!! Anyone!!" Daichi pleaded, the beeps getting faster and faster.

Beep...beep...beepbeepbeepbeep...

The male fell to his knees, sobbing. His face was contorted with fear and agony. He was going to die and not one of his friends, not even Junko, would even try! Not even Junko!!

"HELP MEEEE!!" He screamed, his voice resonating in the room and making several of his classmates flinch and look away.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep--

The sound of the collar exploding was a combination of a crack and a bang...but...wetter. Hinata brought her hands up to her ears with a cry at the sound, her eyes shut tight, as did Junko. Daichi's head flew back, blood splattered over his neck and uniform. The male's head had nearly been blown off of his body, and a good chunk from the front of his neck was gone. A strangled sob was the last his classmates heard from him. His eyes were wide and fixed on the ceiling, and his body began to sway a bit.

Not...not even Junko...

His dead body fell forward, his head hitting the tile with a sickening crack. Sasuke looked down at his desk, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Daichi...Daichi was dead. Their classmate was dead.

Deaddeaddead.

Junko let out an ear piercing wail, sobbing and choking for air.

"DAICHI!!" She screamed, dragging her manicured nails down her face, unable to control her cries. Sakura stood and ran over to her, uncaring if she was punished. Die now or die later, why not do something nice first?

She wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl, rocking her. Junko buried her face in Sakura's shoulder, coughing as she tried to get some air into her lungs as she cried.

Naruto, who hadn't looked away once, was just...disgusted. How could their "teacher" do something so cruel? It was just...barbaric. He felt bad for Junko though, she and Dai had been so...in love. It was sad. When he thought about what he would have done if Sasuke were the one in the front of the class, the one crying and begging for just one friend to run up and hold his hand in his painful final moments...Naruto knew right then and there that he would be the one to protect Sasuke. He wouldn't let him die, not here. Not like that.

Their teacher looked down at the teen's body, his eyes drifting over the puddle of thick, red blood.

"...What a mess."

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Boy #8 - Hachiro Daichi dead.

24 students remaining.

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BUUURP.

Please review. Reviews make me happy, and when I'm happy, I write.

Some of you may be thinking "How could the class, especially Junko, just sit there while Daichi was so scared?"

Well, think about it. He was hysterical, and really, they couldn't do anything. Besides, they just saw their teacher's dead body, and it wasn't just a corpse from natural death, a fourth of his head was gone and his head guts were like...dripping out. They were scared and numb, and they didn't want to be the next one with their collar activated. In the movie, it's pretty much the same, only the student the teacher killed with the collar thing just...ran around like a crazy animal and begged to be helped. Even then, not one person made a move to help. Not his best friend since elementary, no one.

Junko feels like she betrayed him in the end, wishing she had at least tried. You'll see more of her later, but the main focus will be Naruto, Sasuke, and the other actual Naruto characters.

You will notice that I will go a bit deeper with pretty much every other character, but one of the students had to go. Bye bye Daichi. I'll also be writing up little profiles for the students in order of their number at the end of each chapter, because the manga does that and it's just a good idea. Some may be dead before I write their little bio. I want you all to know the characters, to sympathize with them, even the OCs. So at the end of every chapter starting in Chapter 2, I will have two bios at the bottom, one boy and one girl. If the story ends before I get all of the profiles out, I'll make a special chapter with every single one in order.

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