(OK, just got done watching the third Final Destination movie and I think I've got some material in my head to work with another death, let's go!)

Atobe stared blankly out of his car windshield as he drove home. It had started to rain, so he turned on his windshield wipers. He sighed to himself, thinking of his conversation with Tezuka and the others not even an hour ago.

Maybe he was too hard on them. After all it wasn't their fault that Shishido had died right in front of his eyes. It was an accident.

Atobe's hands clenched tighter to the steering wheel, so hard that his knuckles were starting to turn white. A tear slid down his cheek, and his face tensed. He clenched his teeth as he remembered what had happened.

It all seemed so impossible. What are the chances that a 45 lb TV satellite comes crashing down and just happens to spear a 17 year old Tennis player, who was just happening to run by at the same moment it fell? It was just to...well thought out.

Someone must have been watching them. Watched him and Shishido go into the restaraunt, watched Shishido run out, all from up atop that one building, ready to push. Heartless bastard!

Atobe realized he wasn't paying attention to the road. He heard the car honk and he quickly veered out of the way, almost going into the ditch. His heart pounded.

He could hear the driver of the car yelling various profanities from the car, as he drove past. Atobe just put his head on the steering wheel and sobbed...

Ryoga stared out the rainy window from the safety of his brother's room. Eiji and Oishi had gone to Eiji's house, this whole thing had them so scared they didn't plan on leaving each other alone ANYWHERE. He thought about what Atobe had said, trying to make sense of it.

Ryoma's light breathing came to his ears, and he turned his head towards his little brother. The kid looked older. After a few years of not seeing the brat, Ryoga actually hadn't remembered what the little twerp looked like. Ryoga smiled and sighed.

At least in his sleep he wasn't freaking out about deaths or other weird things. But Ryoga wasn't going to put that stuff aside. He knew none of this was just a coincidence. Too many people had died in a matter of a few weeks to just shrug it all off like that.

He went over to the computer and decided to download the pictures Ryoma'd taken at the carnival...that night. The pictures immediately popped up as soom as he plugged the camera into the downloader. He scrolled through the pictures. There were a bunch. He'd been busy that night.

There was a picture of Eiji and Oishi at the snack bar. Eiji had a hot dog shoved into his mouth, while Oishi was staring at him, with shock. Ryoga laughed, as he clicked to the next picture.

Momo and Ryoma. They were standing in front of the roller coaster before they had gotten on. Ryoma had been scooped up into Momo's arms and had a look of shock/confusion on his face, while Momo was smiling that silly grin of his. Ryoga smiled, and was about to click to the next picture when something caught his eye in the picture.

He noticed that the coaster behind the two was going down one of the many slopes, and it was strangely lit up. It almost looked as if one of those overhead lights was being shone on it, picking it out among alot of other things around it. Then he looked back at Momo and Ryoma. The coaster looked as though it were being aimed and shot right at Momo's head, diagonally.

Ryoga gasped and flew from the seat, in surprise. He started breathing hard. This was getting crazier and crazier every second! Then he thought of something else.

Ryoga plopped back down into the seat and clicked through the pictures again. He got to a picture of Shishido on the roller coaster, looking back and smiling. The first thing he noticed was the intercom above his head. It was hanging down amd almost looked as if it was falling right towards Shishido.

He thought of the TV satellite falling and going through Shishido, but he quickly erased it. He grabbed his head and shook it to and fro. This wasn't happening, wasit? It made no sense.

Why was this happening?

He took a chance and looked through the pictures again and saw one of Atobe, taken before the roller coaster. He was standing in front of a game booth and staring as Gakuto threw darts at the board trying to win a prize, obviously unsuccesful. Ryoga saw a sign behind Atobe. It looked like it was swinging, but he knew it wasn't, but if it was then it would have looked like it swung down to smack Atobe in the back of the head.

But it had to be worse than that, he knew...He had to warn Atobe, he was next...

Atobe got to his house safely, after the near car accident he almost had.He turned off the engine and started to head inside. The rain had suddenly stopped, he noticed. He walked through his door and immediately headed for the back yard. His mother stopped him.

"Hello, what's the matter you look like you've just seen a ghost" she said, mixing a bowl of something that looked like cookie mix. Atobe glared at her. She obviously didn't know what he'd been through today. He sighed and answered.

"Shishido's dead" he said, closing his eyes. His mother almost dropped the bowl, her eyes wide. Atobe nodded. He said nothing else and headed for the back yard.

He was going to work on the swing his father was previously working on before he passed away a few months ago. Boy, death was just all around him this year. He opened the shed and started dragging out the supplies. He almost got knocked in the head, with the sharp swinging metal seat, that hadn't been smoothed or covered yet. That would have been a huge mess, but he caught it and set it up gently,with the seat pushed back, so it wouldn't swing.

Suddenly his phone rang. He jumped and looked down at the pocket it was in and then grabbed it. It was Ryoga. He hesitantly answered.

"Yes?" he asked. He heard Ryoga's frantic voice, then his eyes narrowed.

"What are you talking about, you think this is a joke?" he asked, turning away from the swing, his back to it now. He was getting angry at what Ryoga was saying.

"You're a prick, you think that telling me fucking lies about death is going to make me listen to what you're saying, several people have died, even one that I loved for years, and you're making fun of it!" he shouted, throwing his hand in the air.

The seat scraped across the roof of the shed, almost as if Atobe's anger was provoking it. Atobe yelled into the phone, not letting Ryoga get a word in. The seat got closer and closer. It was dangerously close to the edge, Atobe didn't notice.

At this moment Atobe's mom had opened the door to see what his yelling was about.

"What are you..." shebegan, but Atobe glared at her.

"Go back inside!" he screamed. He was about to yell at Ryoga again, but at that moment the seat swung from the roof and sliced into his neck. He had a look of surprise on his face, as his head fell from his shoulders' to the ground.

His mother screamed and dropped the bowl, running to her son.

"OH MY GOD!" She cried, her hands and whole body shaking as she stood over her sons twitching body...

Ryoga heard her over the phone and his face shadowed. He dropped the phone and listened to the screams of Atobe's mother from the other end of the line. He turned to face Ryoma, thinking he heard something stir.

He had...Ryoma was now awake and the first thing he had heard was Atobe's screaming mother. He looked to Ryoga, who said nothing. But he didn't have to because Ryoma already knew what had obviously happened...

(ok, corny chapter, butI hope you thought it was ok anyways, this was totally top of my head too, so don't be too harsh on reviews, if you hate it poor Atobe, I killed HIM! WAHHHH! I'm really evil, hehehe, sorry, I'll try to update soon! )