Yaaaay, an actual chapter! This was actually bits and pieces of two chapters that I just crammed into one after uploading the half of the last chapter I had. I'm hoping to update at least every few days to get this going again! I obviously see this fic going on for a while - I'm 11 chapters in and I've still got 64 people to kill off! - but I'm hoping, hoping to actually be done it this year. Will it happen? I'll try.

After he was able to calm down, the reality of what he'd done set in.

He'd pushed-

He'd. Fuck.

Momoshiro. They'd never really gotten along, but this.

He'd pushed Momoshiro off the cliff.

Blood rushing to his head, as soon as he'd made contact with Momoshiro's back, Kamio had dropped to the ground. He hadn't moved in what felt like forever. He kept replaying the scene over and over in his head. The initial push, the quick glance into terrified eyes, and the sickening crunching sound that came once it was all over just repeated over and over in his head. Slowly slipping out of his daze, and coming back to the awful reality that was this "game", Kamio quickly realized staying huddled in his current position would make him a rather easy target. Knowing now that this was very, very real, he stood up on shaky legs and headed back the way he'd come.

Walking back towards the forest, Kamio wasn't sure what to do. Did he want to go in and risk running in to someone? Did he want to avoid it and risk running into someone? His choices were fairly limited. Every step felt like it took forever, eyes darting in all directions to make sure nobody was around. Finally deciding to avoid the forest altogether and go around it instead, and also wanting to avoid the school, Kamio changed his direction and headed left instead.

x-x-x-x-x

He'd overslept, nearly missing his bus, and had gotten off two stops early. Amazingly enough, he'd made it to the second bus, the one to take him to this place, on time. Unfortunately by this point, the only free spot was next to Sengoku. After protesting that he should be allowed to sit in the aisle, Kirihara reluctantly look the seat beside Yamabuki's redhead and spent the next three hours silently agonizing over the nap he was missing out on.
Thus, not in a good mood to begin with, Kirihara's day just went even further downhill upon hearing that "Hyotei asshole" explain the rules. While he was sure he could beat most people in a tennis match, save for Yukimura, Sanada and maybe Yanagi - although he was getting close with the last one - and while he could get carried away in a match, Kirihara was entirely unsure of his ability to actually kill someone. He may be a bit terrifying, but he wasn't a murderer.

That said, there were definitely people he could see as murderers now that the possibility had been brought to light, and Kirihara's plan was to avoid them at all costs.

Kirihara had gone into the first house he'd come across. The door had been slightly ajar, enough for Kirihara to slip in without having to move it at all. The entire house was coated in dust, and every step he took kicked more into the air. Making his way through the kitchen and down the hallway to the back of the house, Kirihara was careful to peer into every room, making sure nobody else had decided on the house as their hiding spot. He wandered up to the second floor, becoming increasingly careful now that every step he took caused the old floorboards to creak.

The second floor was dimly lit, with only a small amount of light streaming in through a window that had been mostly boarded up. The hallway led right, and Kirihara came to a stop at the end of it. Peering in, he saw a dresser and a dressing table on the wall across from him. A bed was against a wall to the left, a small nightstand at the head of it. At the foot of the bed there was a small table draped with a yellowed tablecloth and a small chair by a window. At the right side of the room was a closet, beside the door was an empty coat rack.

A sudden crash from downstairs made Kirihara jump, looking behind him to make sure it was not actually someone barging up the stairs. Escape now not an option, and wanting to make the least noise possible, Kirihara looked around the room frantically. The closet and under the bed were both out - they were far too obvious. Looking around, his only other option was the table.

Shuffling over to it quickly, he shoved the backpack in and then crawled underneath the small table. Backpack now stuffed between wall and feet, Kirihara was in a kneeling position, his arms crossed and resting on the seat of the chair. It was cramped, sure, and he was uncomfortable, but he didn't necessarily deem it a bad thing. Hopefully anyone inside would glance over the table and continue on - after all, half of them were too big to fit under the table without the chair there in the first place. Kirihara, for once, was thankful he was so tiny in comparison.

x-x-x-x-x

Dan Taichi was currently completely and utterly lost. He'd put his map down for all of 2 seconds to tie his shoe, heard a gunshot, and then took off without it. Not bothering to go back and search for it - and not entirely sure which direction he'd even come from to begin with - he'd just kept on wandering, hoping nobody would come across him before he found a safe place to hide. Behind him there was an apartment building, and up ahead he could see water. Not sure what to do with himself, he'd just begun wandering aimlessly without thinking. Walking closer to the cliffs, he could feel the breeze coming in from the water. He hadn't realized before how warm he'd been. Thinking the beach couldn't be too bad of an idea, at least given the circumstances, Dan headed north, a bit past the apartments, to a slope that led down to the beach.

Taking a quick glance down the slope, and looking back behind him, Dan made his way down the slope. It was steeper than it looked originally, and it took some balance to stay upright, but eventually he made his way down to the bottom, stumbling a bit one he hit flat ground again. He could see the waves crashing on to the beach, and at that moment wished desperately that the water wasn't just out of bounds.

Pulling the straps of his backpack tighter, Dan surveyed his surroundings. There wasn't much around save for rocks, water, and the cliff running the whole way down the beach. Not many options down here after all, but it was much cooler and most likely less populated. It was a fairly open area, and the side of the cliff wasn't exactly the prime getaway path if you were in someone's line of vision.

With one last glance around, Dan headed away from the slope and started down the strip of beach. He could only hope things would go well.

~64 remain~