So! We have characters starting to pair up. I think it'll make it more interesting this way. My sister keeps yelling at me re: "You threw Momo off a cliff?". Ah, well. It had to be someone. xD I have been sick lately, which is the reason for a lack of updates. I do have chapter 8 mostly written, it pretty much just needs to be typed. Hopefully I'll have it up pretty quickly. :D


Kai leaned back against the cool rocks, and was just in the middle of bringing another rice crakcer to his mouth when he heard a sickening crash just outside of his current hiding spot.

Closing his eyes and dropping the cracker, Kai threw his hands against his ears in case there was going to be another, but after five minutes had still heard nothing else. Taking his backpack off his lap and dropping it at his side, Kai got to his hands and knees and slowly crawled over to the opening in the rocks. He knew he didn't want to see what had made the noise - there had been cracks, snaps and a rather large thud that had accompanied all of it - but something inside him told him he had to, even if it was just out of morbid curiosity.

Peering out and looking over to the right, Kai had to do everything not to be sick. Sprawled out over the rocks was a heap of what used to be, judging by the jersey, a Seigaku regular. Bones jutted out from odd angles, limbs twisted in directions that definitely weren't normal and... blood. There was blood everywhere. Kai could see it even feet away from the body, dotting the ground in some places and soaking it in others. Judging by what he'd heard, Kai had known that the impact was hard, but he hadn't pictured something like this.

Pushing himself back onto his knees and throwing one hand over his mouth in the process, Kai moved back into the cave until he was back near his things. Propped up on his elbows, he just stared out to the beach, eyes wide.

Who was that? Not that he'd been overly familiar with any of the Seigaku members to make a guess, Kai had a feeling that even if he had, it would be rather difficult to tell now. Had they fallen? Maybe someone pushed them. Or... did they jump? Maybe the thought of killing their friends was enough to make this person just give up.

Whatever the reason was, there was now someone dead on the beach, and Kai realized that unless he wanted to stay in the vicinity of smashed-up Seigaku players, he was going to have to find a new spot to camp out.

x-x-x-x

Once he'd looked the map over thoroughly, Inui had decided that heading to the shops would be the best decision. Upon hearing what they were being thrown into, he'd calculated his chances at winning... and strongly preferred not to think of the number he'd come up with. The game being as unpredictable as it was, Inui made his calculations as best as he could and, reluctantly, left the rest up to luck and chance.

Wandering into the main row of shops, Inui walked through carefully until he found what he was looking for - the pharmacy. However old and abandoned it may have been, it could never hurt to look. The windows had been boarded up, the door at one point had probably been as well but was now left wide open for anyone to enter. Upon entering, Inui saw that the place had obviously not been touched by anyone in a while - and this included the others he'd arrived here with.

Excellent.

Steping in further, Inui wandered through the rows of shelves, finding most either empty or littered with garbage. The first aisle he walked down was mostly for pain relief - pills that were long expired, creams that had dried up and pads and packs of which none were useful. Coming to the end of the aisle, he managed to pick up a tensor wrap and some safety pins. The next aisle covered coughs and colds, with a small section of cotton swabs and cotton balls at the end.

Every so often Inui would stop and listen, to make sure no one else had come in while he was picking through items. He'd been lucky so far, although he couldn't figure out why no one else had thought of this as a first step. It just seemed logical to him. In any case, he went to continue on, but stopped when he saw someone walk by the front door. Quickly recognizing the other as Yamabuki's captain, Minami, Inui waited until he was sure Minami was a few stores away before he went down the next aisle.

Vitamins. Inui was hoping the two aisles after this would prove to be slightly more useful.

x-x-x-x

Ohtori had pulled himself away from the safety of the bushes he'd been hiding in for what seemed like the last eternity. After a couple hours, he'd convinced himself he could only hide in one place for so long before someone caught on or came looking. Reluctantly leaving the small hideaway, he ventured out carefully looking for somewhere else to hide, likely for the night.

Unfortunately, Ohtori noted, this new spot was rather hard to find. He found it hard to deem any space as safe when he knew there were so many others with him doing the same. Any noise he heard while walking through the forest sent him running behind trees or, in the case of gunfire, froze him completely.

It was beginning to get dark, and Ohtori didn't really want to be stuck in the middle of a forest at midnight, even on a good day. This forest, it just so happened, was filled with potential killers, and made Ohtori like the idea a great deal less. Thinking of where to go, Ohtori decided finally to just leave the forest entirely. He was sure that once he was out of the mess of trees and had a clear view of things, that something else would come to him.

x-x-x-x

What the fuck was this? Staring down at his weapon, Gakuto was, to put it simply, fucked.

After setting off from the school, he'd gone around behind the building and made his way into a small forest. Thanking God for his althletic ability, Gakuto quickly made his way into one of the trees, climbing as high up as the branches would allow him to, and hiding himself as well as possible.

Opening the backpack again, he reached in and pulled out his "weapon", which was realing nothing more than a small sewing kit. What the fuck was he supposed to do with this? He'd seen other people leaving - some you couldn't quite tell what they had, but others had weapons that didn't quite fit in the bags, so he had some idea of what he was up against. That one guy from Higa had what looked like a metal pole, and one of the Kisarazu twins had a sniper rifle... but here he was, in a tree, with a fucking sewing kit.

Looking down, Gakuto could somewhat make out the ground below him - there was certainly enough of a view that had someone walked by he'd get a good shot at them... but of course, that was only an option if he'd been given something decent.

This, he was sure, was planned by Kantoku. It was probably payback for telling him music wasn't a real class.

Fuck.

~66 remain~