I hope I'm living up to whatever expectations you all have from this fic, if you have any at all. I'm having a lot of fun writing it so I hope I'm doing a good job! :)

Niou, being Niou, had waited for his doubles partner to exit the school before heading anywhere. On leaving the school, he'd went around to the left side of the building and had re-entered through a broken window.

Wandering the old halls, and heading to the stairs, Niou had quickly made his way to the second floor. It was in slightly better condition - most windows, while dirty, were still in one piece. Classroom doors had been left open, rows of abandoned desks visible inside, but the walls were bare and showed no signs of anyone being there. After walking by classroom after classroom, Niou had finally made his way back to the front of the school.

Casually hanging out the window, Niou watched people leave the building one by one. Niou supposed, considering that nobody so far had bothered to take a look back before leaving, that had his weapon been anything but the cleaver he'd been given, that he could have taken out a lot of competition right in the beginning. Of couse, he also supposed that had a few people taken the chance to look back, Niou himself might have been taken out before he'd even got a chance to play.

20 minutes went by before he saw Yagyuu leave the building, one of the first to actually stop stop and take in their surroundings.

"Hey sexy."

The voice from above was unmistakeable to Yagyuu, and he turned around and looked up at the window. "Niou-kun, what are you doing?" Yagyuu was looking up at his doubles partner, who clearly didn't care if he'd put himself on display for 70 other people with weapons.

"Waiting for you," Niou said as if it was quite obvious.

"That is slightly unwise," the blonde tilted his head a bit further.

"Maybe slightly," Niou said, shifting until he was sitting on the window ledge, legs dangling over, "but I'm still alive so it's not so bad." With that, Niou pushed off of the window ledge, landing in a tree that was almost too far away. With agility that would rival most others, Niou slid out of the tree and landed smoothly on the ground, a few feet from where Yagyuu stood.

"Niou-kun-"

"Let's get the fuck out of here before someone else walks out," he said, grabbing Yagyuu's wrist and dragging him off to the right, towards the apartments.

x-x-x-x

Coming closer to the cliff, Kamio caught sight of someone standing there, causing him to come to a stop. Not entirely sure of who it was, but knowing that if this person turned around they'd see him, Kamio had to think of a plan.

Fairly out in the open now that he'd moved away from the forest, he didn't want to wait around and think while someone else got their chance and took a shot at him.

What could he do? All he had was a lighter. It wasn't going to be very useful if the need for physical combat came into play. What was he going to do, hold it under someone's arm while they tried to stab him?

Thinking, thinking. This was taking too long.

And just as that thought crossed his mind, so did another. Kamio hoped this idea would work, because he wasn't going to get a second chance. Estimating the distance between him and his target, about 20 metres, Kamio broke out into a run.

15 metres. Closer.

10 metres. Close enough. Kamio threw the lighter, sending it flying past the other's head.

5 metres, and Kamio was finally close enough to his target to make out who it was, even if his best glance of their face was when they were mid-turn to see where the item that had just sailed by them had come from. Reaching his target, Kamio's hands met the lettering on the back of the other's jacket. A stumble, a trip. A fall. Kamio could see the other's hand as he failed to grasp the side of the cliff, failed to keep himself from falling to the rocks below.

Kamio had fallen to his hands and knees. Even from so many feet up, he could hear the sickening thud of the one he'd just pushed landing on the rocks below.

x-x-x-x

Like Niou, Jiroh had waited near the school so as to not have to set out on his own. Unlike Niou, though, Jiroh didn't have a long wait.

Hiding quietly behind the tree Niou would later jump down from, Jiroh waited patiently for the four people between them to leave before going any closer to the school. Once Aragaki had gone on his way, Jiroh moved up to the school so he was right by the doorway. When Atobe walked out, Jiroh grabbed his arm, latching on.

"Atobe!"

Atobe had been positive that this was someone out to kill him, positive that he was going to die not even a minute after setting out. About to dislodge the person from his arm, Atobe looked down.

"...Jiroh?"

"A-I don'twanttodieandIcan'tdothisonmyownbecausewhatif-"

"Jiroh."

"-Ifallasleepandsomeonekillsme, Atobe, pleasedon'tditchme," Jiroh's voice was shaking, his face pressed into Atobe's shoulder.

"Jiroh, let go of my arm, stop shouting, and follow," Atobe looked slightly irritated while trying to calm the blonde.

Not one to disobey his captain, Jiroh reluctantly let go of Atobe's arm and looked up at him.

"Follow," repeated Atobe, walking past the blonde and heading to the side of the school. Surely they'd spent enough time there that someone else would be out any second. Shortly after they were out of view Chinen walked out the front door of the school, carrying something that was obviously too big for the bag it was meant to go in.

x-x-x-x

Momo figured there were some people who were probably more... open... to this idea than others. He wasn't going to name names, but there were players he was sure 90% of the people here did not want to encounter.

Looking down at his map again, Momo tried to figure out where it would be best for him to head next. He'd first thought of going ahead towards the beach, but once he'd looked down and seen the side of the cliff covered in jagged rocks that idea didn't seem as good. One wrong move climbing down was sure to lead to something rather unpleasant, which Momo wanted to avoid at all costs. Looking up again at the water, something small whipped past his head. A bird? Too small and too low.

Footsteps. Running.

With no time to think, Momo's reaction was to turn around and see where the item had come from, to see who this other person was. All he saw was a small sliver of black sleeve before he felt hands make contact with his back, pushing him forward.

Stumbling a bit, he tried everything he could to keep his balance, but it was too close. He was too close to the edge and before he knew it he was falling. He tried to reach up, tried to grasp the side of the cliff, but it was useless. Fingers grazed the grass lining the top, and then let go, sending Momo sailing downwards towards the rocks.

~66 remain~