Dunno if I got some hate for last chapter not being accurate or something (because this was posted directly after lol) but this is the second chapter in which we see the 'reactions' (I guess) of most characters and explore the way they act a little, feel free to tell me if I'm off or something xP

Anyways, other than that,

ENJOY

Just as he was told, Genjo Sanzo dashed forth into the arena and began to look pass the canopy to find the mountain but to no vain. All he could see from time to time were the patches of a light blue sky indicating that what he couldn't identify as sun rise or sun set was actually the former. He thought through the situation quickly, never stopping his running course lest it would put him in a bad position.

I'll need to find high grounds or a clearing to find this mountain… he thought desperately searching around with darting eyes. An idea than crossed his mind, he stopped running for a mere moment and stared at the tree branches. No good. I can't climb them without having them crack beneath my weight…

Hence he continued to run again, this time basing himself off his instinct. He had been told that when he'd find the river then all he had to do was follow it to the shack – something done easily if he knew his East from West.

*-_-III-_-*

Goku was never one to back down from a fight or even shy out from instigating one – but only if his terms were met.

When he arrived to his gate, the guards told him that the cement doors would open and a siren would screech thus announcing the debut of the program and he would have to run until he would find a weapon of some sort to defend himself with. After the doors did open, he was revealed a big plain with miles separating him from the tree line of the forest – something he would need to use as cover. Remembering the words of wisdom, he began to run, heading for the nearest line of trees when something else caught his attention; a giant tree in the middle of an empty plain.

For some reason, the large plant was mesmerizing and enchanted Goku who began to trot in its direction. As he peered closer, small, light pink circles could be spotted beneath the leaves and a taste of sweet peach juice filled the boy's mouth just as a soft flower-like scent invaded his nostrils. Goku had always thought that his ability to recognize food or attribute them to people or objects was reasoned with his love of food and the fact that he was so attuned to their flavour, texture and scent but it was later revealed that he was conditioned with synaesthesia. Still the youngest B.R. participant never saw synaesthesia as a handicap like most people did and, at some point in his youth, had decided that it had become a super power since the condition could help him identify the emotions of those surrounding him once he was able to attribute a specific something to the feeling – like the taste of an avocado meant that whomever he was speaking to was lying or when he tasted strawberries, it meant whomever he was with was happy; so on and so forth.

Now that he thought about it a little more, his condition could warn him if someone was approaching or not thus he would never be surprised – lest he was distracted. Already feeling a little more confident about his odds, Goku finally reached peach tree and happily climbed the thick, curved trunk and sat comfortably on a large branch. He reached towards the green ceiling for the pink fruit that tickled the tip of his fingers and plucked it from its home before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. The monkey boy shivered in delight as the rich flavour of the fruit's juice filled his mouth and trickled down his chin. He grinned contently and continued to feast, quickly devouring all of the heavenly spheres within reach of his perch before being forced to moved if he wanted to continue to eat.

"Maybe this program isn't so bad after all." Goku chuckled jumping from branch to branch with agility.

However, as he continued to jump around, he accidently grabbed a fragile branch that cracked beneath his weight thus causing him to land face first on the ground. With a groan he sat up, rubbing his sore nose and then peered towards the broken branch. It rather even for something that was snapped off a tree and sort of resembled Nyoi-Bo – his fighting staff – if he excluded the fact that the stick wasn't polished or painted. After a moment's consideration, Goku made up his mind and took the staff in hand; it was his ideal weapon to defend himself if ever needed to – which he most likely would.

He swung it around quickly, examining the weight distribution and was rather satisfied so he climbed the tree again and resumed eating peaches.

The taste of the savoury little ball of sweetness quickly fogged Goku's mind as he continued to feast, so much so that he didn't notice the bitter taste lingering in his mouth marking the arrival of a potential threat.

*-_-III-_-*

Finally, Genjo Sanzo reached a clearing south of his gate. It was flat and empty save for a giant tree taking up space in the center. There's a health pack located in a giant peach tree North from the shack but it's in a clearing. If you ever find yourself desperate enough, or if you enter by that gate, you should grab it as quickly as you can and get out fast.

The priest stared at the tree in consideration, sure everyone was running around looking for a weapon or something useful, he also had no knowledge whether people were actually going to try to kill each other – excluding the ones that were supposedly insane – but there was also the fact that the program had just started. He continued to run the pros and cons in his head before finally shrugging it off with difficulty and dashing towards the tree.

I'll just get the health pack and go south… Genjo told himself as he ventured closer. He soon stopped noticing two silhouettes at the bottom of the tree, his blood froze immediately as did his course of action, I need to—

He looked around frantically but there was nowhere he could run to in time to hide without being seen and risking someone trailing however, he also didn't have a weapon to fight with immediately.

The shack is South of here… He looked up quickly and noticed the peak of the mountain. I'll need to pass by them…if I'm fast enough, there will be a significant distance between us giving me the time to—

He heard a familiar feminine sounding shriek and saw one of the two figures be propelled quite a distance from the vanquisher. Genjo immediately knew that one of the two silhouettes was Yaone Noname but he had no idea who was the other; one thing was for sure, he was rather strong.

I have to keep going…

The priest saw the vanquisher run towards the young woman desperately trying to stand and swing something at her causing her to shriek before landing a blow. He winced at the sound it made.

No…I can't…I have to go—

"No!" Yaone screamed from afar. "Help! I need help!"

I can't…

"Help!"

She'll need to die anyway if I want to live…

"Please!"

It's better this way…

"Anyone!"

"Oh god damn it!" Genjo growled dashing towards the fight taking place.

As he got closer, he noticed how Yaone's face was badly beaten and the bruises that covered her body which shocked him but what was worse was finding the one who had done it to her. The little monkey-boy, the youngest participant, was standing over her, a staff-like branch held high above his head ready to swing it down onto the girl's head. What was all the more shocking about Goku was that there was a foreign look in his eyes, one of total rage, hate and insanity – something that wasn't shown in any of the three pictures taken of him for his profile.

"No one's going to hear you!" Goku laughed hysterically, his eye twitching lightly, "You dumb bitch! Die—"

Before he could deliver the coup de grace, Genjo delivered a heavy blow to the boy's face sending him flying a few meters away, landing on his side with a heavy oomph. He barely had time to look at Yaone, who was frozen in awe, that Goku had jumped to his feet and retaliated. Genjo was soon showered with a heavy rain of fast thrown punches that he barely had the time to dodge thus forcing him to back away from time to time which, if he didn't stop, would end up with him being pinned to the tree.

"Damn it! I thought you were just some innocent kid!" Genjo cursed and finally retaliated with another heavy blow to the face.

Something about his words seemed to stick into Goku's mind which caused him to regain his sanity for just a moment. He gripped onto Genjo's shirt, staring at him with pleading eyes, "I-I don't want to do this—" but a shudder took over and Goku was as insane as ever.

Confused and unsure what to do, Genjo continued to evade the fast combinations thrown in his direction as he thought of something to do. He always thought he never had a problem with killing mostly because he had taken so many lives when the little war against the program had taken place; however, this seemed to be much different. They had all been thrown in an arena, they barely knew each other and it wasn't like they were fighting for a cause thus Genjo Sanzo had no reason to want to take away their lives – if he excluded the fact that, to survive the program, he would have to be the last one left standing.

Suddenly, he felt something hard against his back and Genjo knew he had reached the tree. Just then Goku's fist came hurling at his face and avoided it just in the nick of time which also allowed him to move away from the compromising position; he also noticed an opening to the back of the boy's head which he took without second thought. The blow was much more powerful then the two others he had given before thus knocked the monkey-boy out immediately.

For the second time that day, Goku fell face first on the ground however, unconscious this time. Genjo panted heavily and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he was about to leave the peach tree when he remembered the health pack. Yaone Noname was already gone by then hence he had no reason to be in a hurry to evacuate the premises just yet and decided to scout the tree for the health pack.

The health pack hadn't been too difficult to find, it was in the hollow of the tree which probably the home of a small rodent or even an owl. Conveniently, the pack came with a strap thus he slipped it around his left arm and head to have it hang on his back allowing his hands to be free.

Now that the pack was found and settled on his back, Genjo had no further reason to stay put in the given location and decided to head south towards the river. However, he stopped himself as he passed by Goku who still layed unconscious on the ground feeling a pang of guilt and worry.

He's out cold… he thought moving closer. If I leave him here…others can get to him and kill him…Yaone might even come back to take this as an opportunity…

He stared quietly for a moment before shaking his head.

Come on Genjo! Stop being an idiot! The whole point of this is to kill all your opponents! He's one of them!

But the more he stared at the innocent form of the monkey-like boy, the more he felt guilt and drawn to aid him somehow even if they had battled moments ago. He struggled with his thoughts again all the while staring at Goku before concluding that he was being much too king in the current situation and that it would eventually turn against him. He scooped up Goku in his arms, hauled him over his shoulder and began to trot south-wards towards the tree line.

His main priority was now the shack.

*-_-III-_-*

Yaone had taken advantage of the sudden arrival of Genjo Sanzo. Due to the situation, she hadn't been expecting anyone to come to her aid because it was just a stupid idea – then again, Genjo Sanzo was a priest.

She had made it into the forest again and vowed to stay in the cover of the greenery for as long as possible until she found a weapon – a knife maybe – and then she would be ready to fight and kill others. It had been just her luck to be chosen by the government to participate in the B.R. program but when she thought about it, her luck had been in the gutter ever since her parents were murdered before her eyes.

Sudden flashes of that moment took hold of her vision also returning with the ancient feeling of rage, hurt and obsession for vengeance. She stopped running abruptly and held her visage, stabbing her nails in her face, as she groaned and desperately tried to will the memories away but they were too powerful and she was too angry to let them go. Yaone felt them take over her body and cause her to shake horribly as the temporary insanity took over and before she knew it, she wanted to kill everyone – blaming them for her serious misfortune because she wasn't yet able to blame herself.

With a heavy roar she dragged her nails down her face, leaving scratch marks that would eventually disappear if the amount of time necessary was given. Without realising it, that roar had attracted the attention of another contestant passing by in the area. He crept up from behind her and grabbed her long, painted hair, pulling it roughly before stabbing three needles in her neck repeatedly until she fell from his grip – dead – on the ground.

Cho Hakkai stood above the corpse with a sickening grin plastered on his face, with a few drops of blood adding to the horrendous image of his insane self. He chuckled leaning down and examining the wounds he had provoked on his unsuspecting victim.

"Parallel puncture holes the diameter of needles on the right side of the neck," he chuckled passing his fingers over blood swelling from the many holes. "They ripped through her skin and veins but more importantly her windpipe which was quickly filled with blood…final analysis: the victim drowned from the blood filling her lungs."

His fingers suddenly stabbed into the torn flesh creating bigger holes and then he began to repeat the motion until he managed to severe Yaone's head from her body – laughing all the while as if he were a kid playing in a sandbox.

"Oh this is so wonderful…" he chuckled liking the blood from his fingers. "I'm definitely going to have so much fun…"

Nine participants remainning

For those who read Battle Royale, yeah, I totally inspired myself from the book when it came to enumerating the remainning amounts of participants xD

I wonder if I can actually call them participants since none of them are willing or anything...I mean, they were brutally ripped out of their homes and shoved into an arena...

Anyways, tell me what you think and, again, feel free to correct my accuracy!

There's one last thing I want to point out about your suggestions to get me have the characters be more like their actual selves, if someone else contradicts what your saying (so like Reviewer A says 'Goku's not whimpy enough' and Reviewer B says 'Goku is wayy too whimpy') then I won't change anything because I technically won't know who's right or not...

Anyways (again), I hope you enjoyed this chapter and found yourself to be rather entertained xP