Sengoku Kiyosumi from Yamabuki was very happy after he heard the broadcast. "Lucky! I'm right here at A8." He had no map, like everyone else, but there was a sign beside him that read "A8", so he couldn't be anywhere else.
As soon as he finished the sentence, a helicopter flew over him and a large cardboard box was tossed down, landing five centimeters in front of Sengoku. He was very lucky that it did not hit his head, but not especially lucky because he was always lucky anyway.
He rummaged through the box and realized that there were a lot more clothes inside than he had imagined. "What should I wear? Hmm… might as well take the whole box with me."
So Sengoku picked up the boxful of clothing and started to leave. After all, he assumed that everyone would head to where he was for clothes, and he would rather try out everything by himself than deal with other people. Before he could go very far, however, a commanding voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Freeze! Put the box down or I'll fire!"
Sengoku froze and put the box down. It wouldn't do to do otherwise, because he knew that the voice belonged to Seigaku's Echizen Ryoma, and he also knew that Seigaku's only freshman regular had an extremely large weapon. Ryoma had left the classroom with his senpai, Oishi, but Oishi had hung around the starting point to wait for other teammates and Ryoma had been wandering about on his own for some time. By pure luck he had stumbled upon Sengoku and his box of treasures, and by pure luck his large weapon was a bazooka, so he decided to put it into use.
"Aw, don't fire at me. Here," Sengoku stuck a hand into the box and took out a black tennis shirt.
"I don't want a black one," Ryoma, seeing that Sengoku probably did not have a better weapon than his (actually not many weapons could be better than a bazooka. Though it was heavy, it was handy in many ways), began to bargain. "It's way too hot to wear black under the sun."
"But at night you can stay unseen by the enemy if you wear black," Sengoku pointed out calmly.
"True." Ryoma considered this and nodded.
"I'll give you both a white one and a black one then. You can switch." Sengoku pulled out a white jersey and handed it to Ryoma.
"Thanks." Ryoma took it with the hand that was not supporting the bazooka and stared. "Wait, this is a Seigaku jersey. Is this whole box full of our stuff?"
"Makes sense. They said they had no money, so they probably were too poor to buy new clothes and simply packed all our clothes into this box," Sengoku agreed as he looked at the black tennis shirt in his hand. "So this must be a Fudoumine jersey. Lucky! Fudoumine jerseys are so cool. I'm so going to wear this."
"Don't you think wearing other people's shirts is disgusting?" Ryoma smirked.
"No," Sengoku replied, enthusiastically taking items out of the box one by one, which resulted in clothing littered everywhere around them.
"This one has a little notebook in the pocket. Must be Inui-senpai's," Ryoma muttered, picking up a pair of Seigaku jeans. "Won't fit me. Where's mine?"
"Here." Sengoku tossed him the smallest pair of Seigaku jeans in the heap.
"Thanks," Ryoma said and put it on. The two had apparently come to a truce because trying out other people's clothes was just too fun.
"Look, this Yamabuki shirt looks so awesome with Rikkai trousers," Sengoku exclaimed and showed Ryoma his newest experiment.
"You have no fashion sense." Ryoma smirked because, though he could not see how the colors matched very well in the dark, he could imagine how terrible Yamabuki shirts would look with Rikkai trousers. Definitely not a good combination.
As the two tried out different outfits in peace (or rather, Sengoku tried out different outfits while Ryoma smirked), enemies arrived.
"Freeze! Hands up! Give us the clothes and we'll let you leave alive," someone yelled from the bushes. Though neither Ryoma nor Sengoku could see with the dim moonlight what their enemy, or enemies had as weapons, both immediately did as they were told.
Sengoku half-turned to Ryoma, confused why this boy with an apparently good weapon was surrendering. "Why don't you just shoot him with your bazooka?"
"Don't know how to use it. The booklet's in French," Ryoma explained to Sengoku under his breath. "What about you? What's your weapon?"
"It flew away," Sengoku replied, looking romantic.
Ryoma sweatdropped, too surprised to even bother to keep his voice down. "Flew away? Is your weapon an airplane or what?"
"It's a pigeon. I named her Lucky," Sengoku told Ryoma.
While Ryoma and Sengoku were discussing their lame weapons, the enemy seemed to make sure that they weren't going to fight back any time soon and approached them slowly and carefully. Because people from different schools were naturally not so familiar with each other and, with everyone naked, it was impossible to guess someone's identity from tennis uniforms, it took Ryoma and Sengoku some time to figure out just who the newcomers were. There were three of them, all looking decidedly serious.
"Ah, it's the guys from Fudoumine," Sengoku exclaimed. Indeed, the trio consisted of Tachibana Kippei, holding what looked like a revolver, and Ibu Shinji and Kamio Akira, who were both faithfully following Tachibana in his wake.
"Oh, it's Echizen from Seigaku and… you are?" Tachibana queried. Sengoku was currently in a Hyoutei shirt and Rokkaku jeans, which made it very difficult to determine who he was.
"Sengoku from Yamabuki, lucky!" Sengoku answered.
"Then why are you wearing a Hyoutei shir—Hey! What are you doing with my jacket?" Kamio shouted, seeing that Sengoku had a black jacket in one hand.
"How can you tell it's yours?" Sengoku asked in surprise. It was very dark, after all, and to Sengoku all Fudoumine jackets looked just about the same.
"I wrote 'in the rhythm' on it with whiteout. Of course I can tell," Kamio explained disdainfully and snatched his jacket back. "Don't you ever dare touch my jacket again, pervert."
"But I've always wanted a black jacket so much," Sengoku whimpered, looking pitiful.
"You can have mine. It's okay, I don't need it," kind-hearted Tachibana assured him.
"Oooh! Thanks! I'm so lucky," Sengoku cried and put on Tachibana's black Fudoumine jacket.
Meanwhile, the two long-time enemies, Ibu Shinji and Echizen Ryoma were having a glare-at-each-other contest between themselves. Ryoma, on seeing Shinji, picked up his bazooka and pointed it at his head, just to show Shinji that he had a better-looking weapon than his.
His desired effect was achieved. Shinji gaped at the bazooka in awe and started mumbling under his breath. "Wow, you have a bazooka. That's really an excellent weapon, that bazooka. You know, the three of us were discussing our weapons and all of our weapons were pretty much useless, and so Tachibana-buchou said that it couldn't be a coincidence and that it might be that everyone's weapon was just as useless as ours, and so we decided to look around and see if everyone had useless weapons as well so we could make sure that we were right, but now I see we must be wrong, because you have a bazooka. Look, Tachibana-buchou, he's got a bazooka. What should we do? It seems that we must be very unlucky because all three of us have useless weapons. Are we going to die, buchou? Look, buchou, his bazooka is so big and—"
"Shinji! You should have kept that a secret! Fudoumine is not going to win this way now everyone knows that we have terrible weapons," Kamio screeched and put his head in his hands.
"Ah sorry, it sort of slipped out by accident. You know, there were many other times that I accidentally said something I shouldn't have, like that time when Tachibana-buchou's little sister was sleeping and Kamio-kun—"
"Eh? You don't have a good weapon? Then what's that you're holding?" Sengoku asked Tachibana, eyeing the revolver-shaped item in his hand.
"Well actually it's a banana," Tachibana admitted embarrassedly. "We call it Tachi-banana."
"—Kissed her face, and I saw him do it, and I promised Kamio-kun to keep it a secret, but the next day by accident I—"
"I was really shocked when I realized that my weapon was a banana, so I—What? Kamio kissed An, you said?" Tachibana gasped and turned to Kamio in full anger.
"I didn't really mean—aw, buchou, really, I'm sorry," Kamio stuttered, sending Shinji death glares as he tried to back away from the fuming Tachibana. Shinji, who caused all the trouble, ignored him and was already chatting happily with Sengoku as if he had nothing to do with Tachibana's and Kamio's fight.
"So you guys all got useless weapons too? I got a pigeon. She already flew away," Sengoku said to Shinji, relaxing once he knew that the Fudoumine people could not do him any harm.
"Yeah. Mine's a box of cough drops. It's good because if I get thirsty when I ramble on I have something to eat, but still, compared with Echizen's bazooka, mine is just plain lame." Shinji sighed.
"He can't use it anyway. He doesn't understand the instruction booklet because it's in French. If he knew how to use that bazooka, do you think we would still be alive?" Sengoku shrugged.
"You don't have to tell him that," Ryoma yelled from aside.
"Oh, so he can't use it either. That way, Tachibana-buchou was right—we all have horrible weapons. Kamio-kun got a set of earphones. We were really jealous of him because we thought he could spend the rest of his life listening to his favorite music, but then he pointed out that it's pointless to have earphones if he doesn't have an MP3 or iPod, and he was right. Well, of course, we can strangle people with the earphones, but it will be so hard because we'll have to sneak upon our victim from his back, and that is quite difficult. So does that mean that everyone's got useless weapons? Should we go look for other people so we can make sure?" Shinji mumbled and mumbled and finally came to a stop. He looked expectantly up at Tachibana, waiting for him to answer his question.
"We can't be completely sure though. We might just be the unlucky few who have the worst weapons, and we can't take risks in such a situation," Tachibana, having finished scolding Kamio, pointed out. "I know that Sanada from RikkaiDai has a samurai sword, and that alone is already a better weapon than all of ours put together. We have an advantage though—there are five of us. We can form an alliance called 'Shitty Weapons are Awesome Team' (SWAT) or something. It will be hard for anyone to beat all five of us if we unite."
The others considered what Tachibana, who loved uniting people and team pep talks, said and found this agreeable. After all, to protect themselves they needed strong weapons, so they might as well work together to rob other people of their weapons. One could always betray the team after he attained a good weapon anyway.
"So SWAT it is. Where should we go if we want to rob other people's weapons?" Sengoku exclaimed brightly.
"I think we should just stay here. People will come on their own accord because they want to get dressed. We can bargain with them with these clothes, and maybe we can get some good weapons even without using violence and robbery," Tachibana suggested. "Also, the others do not know that Echizen cannot use his bazooka. We can scare them into handing us their weapons if it's necessary."
"Good idea, buchou," both Shinji and Kamio cried out enthusiastically. Being Tachibana-worshippers they would probably cry out "good idea, buchou" even if Tachibana had suggested that they all jump off a cliff, but in this case Tachibana's words did make sense, so Ryoma and Sengoku also agreed.
Therefore, the five sat down on the ground to wait for their future victims to appear, Ryoma holding his bazooka, Sengoku holding the box of clothes, and Tachibana pretending that his banana was a revolver.
SWAT was formed.
Hour 2
40 contestants remaining
TBC. Thanks for reading! Reviews are very welcome.
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