Mukahi Gakuto was curled up under a large tree, alone, feeling extremely cold. He had nothing to wear, and did not intend to go to the hill to look for clothes because he a) had no alliances, not having run into anyone at all, b) did not know where the hill was and c) had the complete series of Doraemon as his weapon. He had no fighting chance against anyone, not with comic books. He had survived so far by keeping a low profile and staying out-of-sight, but he had the feeling that as soon as he did get seen, he would be killed.

He wanted to cry, not only because he was cold and had no proper weapon, but also because he, as the last member of Hyoutei to leave the classroom, had been so sure that some of his teammates would stay around to wait for him.

No one stayed to wait for him.

There he had been in the classroom waiting for his turn, stuck among a group of unfamiliar Rikkai people, feeling abandoned. The more he thought about it, the more he hated his teammates for not waiting for him. He hated being alone. He was the kind of person who wanted someone to be with him anytime. He sniffled, feeling the urgent need of tissues. Being naked, he of course didn't have any of those on him. Not that he ever carried tissues with him anyway, that was for people like Choutaro.

"Getting involved in a Battle Royale is bad enough, but catching a cold in a Battle Royale is even worse," Gakuto murmured to himself as he sneezed. Having no one to talk to, he could only read his Doraemon manga, and had already came to the tenth volume. He still had a long way to go though.

"Do you need some tissues, nfu?"

Gakuto was so surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice right behind him that he literally jumped over the tree (he was very bouncy, after all). Though there wasn't anything wrong with the comic book he was reading, he quickly hid it behind his back like it was a Playboy magazine nevertheless. He looked up to see Mizuki Hajime from St. Rudolph grinning at him from behind the tree. Mizuki was holding out tissues, waiting for him to accept. A quick scrutiny told him that Mizuki did not have any dangerous weapons.

He looks dangerous. Would he really be that nice to lend me tissues? He could have poisoned them or something. Gakuto frowned indecisively as his thoughts whizzed about in his head like bees. But surely it would be too impolite if I don't accept…

"Thanks," Gakuto said as he finally took the tissues from Mizuki. Though he did not trust Mizuki (he found it very hard to trust anyone now, and he knew that Mizuki was less trustworthy than the average "anyone"), he decided to accept them anyway because he really needed the tissues, as his nose was becoming quite runny. After all, who knows? Mizuki might be a nice person really.

"Let me see… these cost two hundred dollars," Mizuki stated.

Gakuto decided that Mizuki was definitely not a nice person and he would never trust the likes of him ever again. "I'm naked. How can I have any money with me? And anyway, money won't help you here."

"You can't use them if you don't pay," Mizuki asserted, wanting to snatch the tissues back, but decided not to because Gakuto had already blown his nose with them.

The two then took a good look at each other. Being both naked, it was easy to see that anything that was not attached to the body must be the weapon. Therefore they soon saw that neither had anything dangerous and let down their guards temporarily. It was simply impossible to kill anyone with tissues or comic books, after all. Gakuto decided that he did not want anything to do with Mizuki, so he ignored him and went back to his reading, hoping that Mizuki would just go away. Mizuki, however, would not stop pestering him.

"Hey, talk to me. Stop reading those comic books, nfu," Mizuki began, kicking Gakuto from one side.

"If you're bored, you're welcome to read one of these. I've got so many." Gakuto shrugged. Chatting with Mizuki was not an option. He wished Mizuki would go away. Even without a weapon Mizuki didn't feel like someone he should hang around with.

"I don't like comic books," Mizuki declined disdainfully and insisted on kicking Gakuto and making conversation. "Hey, have you met any of your teammates here yet?"

To Gakuto, this was a touchy subject. Tears threatened to well over his big eyes, but he would not let Mizuki see them and held back as well as he could. "No," he finally managed to say. "They're so heartless. If I got out earlier, I would definitely hang around to wait for them."

"It's okay for you to stay and wait because you are small and have less possibility of being seen. Your teammates are bigger, so they might have had trouble finding somewhere to hide," Mizuki pointed out, not because he wanted to console Gakuto or anything but simply because he wanted to rub in that Gakuto was short. Gakuto seemed to find comfort in this though, and brightened up visibly.

"What about your teammates?"

"Don't know. There aren't many of us in the first place anyway." Mizuki shook his head. "Have you seen anyone else then?"

"No. You're the first I've seen since—" Gakuto was saying when he was interrupted by sudden blaring music. It was a song by the famous Japanese band X-Japan.

Gakuto and Mizuki looked at each other in confusion for a moment, wondering where it came from. Surely the hosts of the program wouldn't be sadistic enough to actually play music over the loud speakers?

"Ah," Gakuto exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "It's my cell phone. I changed the dial tone last week, so I completely forgot—"

"Wait," Mizuki broke in, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "You're naked. Where do you keep your cell phone?"

"Well," Gakuto explained innocently, "don't you think my hair looks nothing like normal Japanese hair? I blame it on my private hairdresser." He let down his red hair, which was actually a wig, and revealed normal black hair and a cute little red cell phone.

Mizuki's jaw dropped to the ground. Though as a lover of beautiful things Mizuki was envious that rich Gakuto had a private hairdresser, he was sensible enough to realize that he would much rather do his hair himself than have a hairdresser with such horrible styling sense.

Meanwhile, Gakuto was ecstatically screaming away on his cute little red cell phone. "Hello? YUUSHI! I miss you guys so much. Uh…huh? Really? Okay. Wait for me. I'll be there right away. BYEEEE!"

"Hey, keep it down. People will know we're here," Mizuki whispered, motioning Gakuto to be quiet. "If they know we're here, with our weapons we are as good as dead."

"It's all right." Gakuto hanged up with a big grin. "Yuushi said that he ran into a group of people who all have terrible weapons. They think that nobody has received good weapons, but the collar still works, so they say that it will be better to get everyone together and find a way out of this. I'm meeting with them. Are you coming? Yuushi says the more heads the better."

"Of course I'm not going with you. You shouldn't trust your teammates that easily, you know." Mizuki frowned. "It can be a trap for all I know. And anyway, why does Oshitari have a cell phone too?"

"Well, people don't usually have blue hair, you know… Yuushi's hair is also a wig," Gakuto explained, looking more embarrassed by the moment.

"What? Do you have the same hairdresser or something?" Mizuki had always had pride on his data-collecting abilities, but he now realized that there were still many things he didn't know.

"It's not actually like that," Gakuto told him, lowering his voice. "This is a secret, so don't tell anyone else, okay? You see, our buchou is losing hair, but he doesn't want the other students to know about it, so he wears a wig. Then he got sick of being the only one who wears a wig and ordered everyone on the tennis team to wear one too so he wouldn't feel lonely."

Mizuki's jaw dropped to the floor again. He had just heard probably the biggest secret on this entire island, and yet he had no notebook to write in. He felt devastated. Gakuto lent Mizuki his cell phone so that Mizuki could send a message to his own cell phone to remind himself of this important piece of information, but it seemed that the cell phone could not reach anyone outside of the island (After all, if it could, Gakuto could have called his parents for help). While he was attempting to make it work and failing miserably, Gakuto noted a large eagle flying past their heads and was staring at it with fascination.

"We must be at somewhere outside Japan," Gakuto remarked to Mizuki, who was still frustrated over the cell phone.

"I'm hungry," Mizuki commented as he gave up working on the cell phone and watched the eagle swirl around them. It looked so big and fleshy. "What do you think an eagle tastes like?"

"Don't know. Might as well try cook it." Gakuto picked up one of his hundreds of comic books and aimed it at the eagle. The comic book got stuck in a tree after hitting the eagle, while the eagle promptly fell to the ground.

The two then looked at each other again, because they had come to the sudden realization that after doing a lot of meaningless things, like killing eagles, together, they really had no reason to stay here hanging out with each other anymore now that Gakuto had received a summoning from his teammate. The time for them to part ways had come.

They have not really spoken to each other before, but for some strange reason a bond was formed in the past few minutes. It could be because they had seen each other naked and therefore had nothing to hide. Or it could be because in such a place while it was easy for friends to turn into enemies, it was also easy for the "whatever" people to turn into friends. Or it could be neither of these, but only because Mizuki had learned about the top secrets of Hyoutei from Gakuto. Well, yeah, it was only because Mizuki had learned about the top secrets of Hyoutei from Gakuto.

"Since Yuushi's met a group of people, they can all help us cook this," Gakuto suggested, trying his best to make an invitation that didn't seem too awkward. "So are you coming with me or not? You may never get another chance to taste an eagle, you know."

Mizuki raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'm coming with you, nfu."

Hour 3

40 contestants remaining.

TBC. Thanks for reading! Reviews are very welcome.

To loove it!!: Yeah, that yakiniku episode was hilarious xD KFC means Kentucky Fried Chicken. It's the place where my friend and I always hang out and plan who to kill next. We figured we should give that place some credit:D

To Crazy Rabid Bunnies: I can't log in too sometimes. I wonder why? I've never tried the biscuits there though...

To s-a-w: Thanks for the review:D I don't eat there much either. Usually we just sit around and order nothing. The people behind the counter must hate us.