Touch of Heart

Summary: Kagome Higurashi, after being homeschooled for so long, moved to a new home to live with her fiancé; her 'second' family takes the initiative to place her in his school. It was bad timing, perhaps. Her family had been taken from her; she wasn't there to stop the blood.

Anime: InuYasha/Battle Royale

Couple(s): Kagome/Kazuo

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rated: M

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Field Trip to Hell

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Kagome looked cautiously at the boy she'd been assigned to sit by on the bus. He had a heavy and strong build to him and in her opinion, an intimidation factor that came with his look. Looking back down at her hands, she nervously rang them in her skirt before sighing and turning a small smile to her seat partner. "You are...Kawada, yes?"

He barely glanced in her direction as he turned his eyes to focus outside the window. The tanks and Uniform Military vehicles were more than just a little daunting, but what really got her freaked out by the whole situation was the fact that they were literally, just along the road they had been taking.

Kagome sighed, "If they had anymore Military Vehicles around, I'd think we were on base."

"Might as well be,"

Despite looking out the window, she could see his eyes were looking at her through the glasses reflection.

"Just call me Shogo, everyone else does."

Smiling, Kagome nodded, "Then please call me Kagome."

"Mn,"

"Just let me know if you need anything, Boss!"

Looking to the back of the bus, Kagome frowned. "Kazuo is bored,"

"How can you tell? He looks like that every day."

Kagome scoffed, turning her eyes to the boy in the seat across from her, she glared, it was the loud one that had caused a commotion earlier. "You said your name was Shuuya, right?" He nodded; Kagome continued talking at the small incline of the boys head. "Well, facial expressions are easily made to conceal ones feelings, that's why I don't look at his face, I can simply feel the change in his aura." Standing, she made her way to the seat where another girl sat next to Kazuo and she politely asked to exchange seats. The other girl smiled and gladly switched. "Hey, you...what's wrong?"

"Nothing,"

"Liar, you may look like you always do, but something is wrong."

Kazuo turned his eyes away from the window, glancing at Kagome; he turned his gaze to the students in the seats around them before returning his gaze to Kagome, "The Military Officials littering the streets, they're following the bus too."

Kagome turned to see what he meant, and sure enough, a Military Jeep was following closely behind the bus. Something on the panel of the bus caught her eyes and she narrowed them curiously. "Kazuo, what is that?" She pointed and Kazuo turned to see what she was looking at. A small cap had popped down to reveal a hole in the bus, but not one which went all the way through the bus, just something like a venting hole.

"Keep in mind; I don't normally take to ridding on busses." Kazuo's blank eyes kept the small vent like hole in sight before closing his eyes and turning his attention back to the back of the seat in front of him.

"I'm tired...isn't that weird?" Kagome yawned, "I slept for seven hours...but I'm still tired...but it's weird. I was fine...a moment ago." Smiling sleepily, she laid her head gently against Kazuo's lap and sighed in content as a soft and gentle hand found her shoulder. It was only a few moments later that the world around her faded into shadows.

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"Mmnm..." Kagome lifted her head and winced, 'my head hurts...and...my throat feels weird.' Her hand rose to her throat and was immediately met with the cold feel of metal. "What?!" Her eyes searched out something that was reflective and she found something else instead. The stirring kids around her were all wearing the exact same thing on their necks, leaving her with only one logical thought. She was wearing the same thing they were.

"Where is...where are we?"

"All of Us?"

"How could all of us fall asleep at the same time?! Does anyone know how long we were out? What time is it?"

Kagome quickly searched out Kazuo and made her way to an empty seat beside him. His luckies were already at his side and looking just as confused and weary as everyone else in the classroom did. She brought her hand to the color of his shirt and frowned, "You too..."

Kazuo looked her in the eyes, not bothering to question her on what she was talking about. He didn't need to; glancing at her collar was enough to fill him in.

~CLAP-CLAP-CLAP~

"Ladies. Gentlemen. If you'll please sit down…if I can have your attention, please."

Kagome turned her eyes to the man at the front of the class and wearily, she took her eyes off of him and turned them back to her Fiancé. "Kazuo?" Kagome inquired silently as to who the man up front was, if Kazuo might know him.

"..." Kazuo shook his head.

Sitting down in the seat she had moved to, she listened quietly, right along with the other students in the classroom. Once again, Shinji Mimura was situated near her, right in front of her, and to her left was Shogo Kawada. However, the only one she cared about right now was the boy to her right, Kazuo Kiriyama.

"I do so hope that there are no lingering ill effects of the gas we used. Though, there shouldn't be. That gas was designed to be aftereffect-free. It wouldn't do any of us any good to have all of our contenders hung over from a sleeping gas, would it?"

'Contenders? Sleeping Gas?!' Kagome shook her head, trying to understand what this man was trying to imply. Obviously she understood what he meant by 'sleeping gas' but what was he talking about 'contender'?

"Now let's begin, I will be your new, temporary teacher. My name in Yonmei Kamon and the only name you will call me is 'sir'. With that being all said and done, I would like to be the very first to welcome you to our little competition." He looked around the class an nodded, a sick smile on his lips. "I see you are all very attentive. I'm glad to see that. This of course means, I shouldn't need to repeat myself later. An attentive class most definitely implies that the class is efficient. As far as first impressions may go, I've got a very good first impression. Keep this up, and we might be able to spare ourselves any unpleasantness that comes from being disrespectful in my classroom."

Kagome wondered where all of this was going. She was tired of listening to this man speak as it was, but she wasn't really up to finding out what kind of unpleasantness came of being disrespectful. And she highly doubted he'd find her telling him to 'shove his prepared speech up his ass to his throat and choke on it' very funny.

"You will all, I'm sure, find the next few days to be...interesting, at the very least. I would even go as far as to say, some of you might even 'get off on it'. That is the term used in today's younger generation, isn't it?"

Kagome scoffed silently, 'Not todays, and not yesterdays.'

"In the end, I guess it's all just a matter of personal preference. I'm sure while many of you opt for foolhardy courage, many others deliberate caution...maybe a little too much, to the point of cowardice. Some are loners, and others choose to fend of forced by finding their strength in their numbers."

"What are you talking about?" Kagome asked finally, tired of hearing him drag on.

"I'm talking about how your 'friends' will become liabilities soon enough, trust is so fragile, and sanity...even more so. I never said this would be easy...your profile isn't one I recognize."

"I just transferred...today is my first day."

The man was silent for a moment, and then he burst out in a gruff and sick laugh. "Amazing, that you would transfer in today of all days. How unlucky you are. Well, you wanted to know...so here is what it all comes down to. Forty-...three...compete until a winner is finally determined. This is the survival of the fittest...or so we like to call it. Rules are as simple as this, Kill or be Killed." He chuckled, "Do unto others...just be sure whatever you do, sticks!"

Kagome's eyes widened, 'No...I know this. I know what this is!' She closed her eyes as flashes of last year's winner bore into her mind. A girl, blood covered, empty eyes...a twisted smile...and completely insane. "The Program..."

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Me: So here is chapter four, I hope you all...at least, those who are reading this story...enjoy this chapter. I'll update again soon~! Review so I know there are people reading!