Hi, everyone! Sorry for the long wait. I decided to split this chapter into two because I don't think I'll be finished with it today, and I just wanted to give you guys something to read. I really hope you don't mind these large gaps between uploads, but I promise to write as often as I can. During the week, I pretty much have no time between school and sports and homework and you know, eating and sleeping and that sort of thing. Believe me, if I could stop eating and sleeping without dying in order to write for y'all, I would. :3 Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Thanks to shannonb7593 and Dark Garfield 10 for some of the ideas for this part.

Disclaimer: I do not own Corpse Party.


Ayumi lay on her bed, touching her lips where they had been kissed a few nights before. She blushed just thinking about how the brief touch of Yoshiki's lips had sent tingles down her spine. The pleasant shivers made her want to kiss him again, to knock him onto the grass of her lawn and press every part of her so close to him that they would merge into one being. She wanted to feel his breath by her ear, to slip her hands under his shirt and stroke the fine, light hairs on his back, to know every part of him. She wanted to own him, to have him belong to her.

The girl blushed in the privacy of her room at these thoughts that she was having. Ayumi still didn't understand why she was so head-over-heels for Yoshiki, who she'd never given a second thought. Satoshi was the kind, shy boy she'd been crushing on for ages, while Yoshiki… Well, Yoshiki wasn't.

But recently, she'd noticed little bits of sweetness in every gesture that he made towards her, moments of thoughtfulness that belied his tough, careless demeanor. They had once been easy to miss, but now they were so obvious that they made her feel guilty for treating him the way she used to. Holding the door, giving her his jacket, comforting her during horror movies, asking how she was doing; things that were more special because they were aimed only at her. Satoshi had always been openly kind, but he had never displayed anything more than his general kindness towards her. In fact, he treated her just like everyone else: with a detached politeness.

"When there's something strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call?" Her Ghostbusters ringtone interrupted Ayumi's musings.

"Ghostbusters!" She answered the song's question with a grin as she grabbed the phone from her nightstand. "Hello?"

"Hey, class rep!" Naomi Nakashima's voice greeted her. "You're on speaker!"

"Hi, Shinozaki," Satoshi's voice said.

"Hey, guys! What's up?" Normally, Ayumi would have been jealous that Naomi and Satoshi were hanging out together, but she had moved on.

"We're going bowling!" the two said in unison. Naomi giggled. "Wanna come?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Ayumi agreed. "I was just hanging out in my room anyway."

"Cool! So, listen… Naomi's cell phone is almost out of charge. Could you call Yoshiki and invite him?" Satoshi said mischievously. Naomi stifled another giggle.

Ayumi blushed. "Er - don't you have your phone, Mochida-kun?"

"He left it at home," Naomi piped up. Satoshi snickered.

"I'm sure you can persuade him to come," he told her. She could sense his evil grin from his tone.

"But -"

"Oh, no!" Naomi exclaimed with fake dramatics. "My phone is about to run out of battery! Bye!" Click.

"Hey!" Ayumi protested, but it was too late. The dial tone buzzed in her ear and she put down her phone. "I bet both of them have their phones," she grumbled. "They know what they're doing." Reluctantly, she dialed Yoshiki's number, her heartbeat speeding up in anticipation of hearing his deep voice.

Ayumi heard him pick up. "Hello?"

"Hi, Kishinuma-kun," she greeted him cheerfully, plastering a smile onto her face even though he couldn't see it. Thankfully, he couldn't see her blush, either.

"Shinozaki?" As always, he sounded pleasantly surprised to hear from her. "What's up?"

"Mochida and Nakashima invited you and I to go bowling," Ayumi explained. "They just called me."

"How come you're calling me?" Yoshiki wanted to know.

"Ah, um, Nakashima's phone was almost dead and - uh, M-Mochida left his at home," she answered him very unconvincingly.

There was a long silence on the end of the line. Ayumi was about to hang up, thinking that they had a bad connection, when he spoke. "O-kay, then," Yoshiki said cautiously. Then he seemed to decide to let that one go. "I'll come. Are they going to pick us up, or are we meeting them there?"

"I don't know," she replied, relieved that the conversation was continuing normally.

"I guess I'll walk there," Yoshiki said. "Are you walking?"

"Probably."

"All right, then. I'll see you!"

"Not if I see you first," Ayumi joked.

"You're on!"

They hung up, both with fluttery feelings in their chests.


By half past three, Satoshi, Naomi, Ayumi, and Yoshiki had all reached the bowling alley and were setting up a game. They were messing around by putting strange names into the computer.

"Boys versus girls," Ayumi announced once they had started the game. "Whoever loses has to do whatever the winners say." She had chosen a pink and purple bowling ball that was slightly lighter than the others. It embarrassed her a little that she wasn't strong enough to lift some of the heavier balls, but she tried to ignore it. After all, she could make up for it by winning.

It's UltimateSuperBowler5000's turn, the screen said.

"That's me!" Satoshi crowed. "Prepare to witness my incredible skill!" He grabbed his lime green and turquoise ball and flung it with all his might down the lane. It immediately rolled into the gutter and continued until it dropped out of sight. Everyone snickered, except for Satoshi. "I will make up for that with my next shot," he promised, picking up his ball as it was delivered by the machine. This time, the ball sent one pin flying and dropped out of sight again. The fallen pin rolled into its neighbor, which wobbled and fell.

"Wow, Satoshi. That was brilliant," Naomi commented drily as Ayumi and Yoshiki laughed hysterically.

"I'm not warmed up yet," Satoshi explained loftily as he returned to his seat.

It's BowlingBeauty's turn, said the screen.

"Yes!" Naomi exclaimed, rushing to get her bright orange ball after taking one last sip of Coke. She positioned herself carefully at the edge of the lane and made sure she had a tight grip on the ball. She swung her arm back, then forwards, and released the ball. The orange blur raced down the middle of the lane and crashed into the frontmost pin, which crashed into the pins behind it. After a few seconds, all the pins were down.

"YEAAAHHHH!" Naomi whooped with glee, bouncing up and down.

Ayumi jumped to her feet and squealed, "You got a strike! You got a strike!" while Satoshi and Yoshiki sat flabbergasted.

"In your face!" Naomi exclaimed as she skipped over to them, a huge grin on her face.

"Beginner's luck," Satoshi scoffed.

It's StrikeKnight118's turn, the screen said.

Yoshiki leaped to his feet. "I got this, Satoshi!" He scooped up his dark red bowling ball and hurled it down the lane. It collided with three pins, sending them flying. The second time, he knocked down two.

"Impressive," Ayumi said sarcastically. Yoshiki punched her lightly in the shoulder as he sat down beside her. She shoved him back, and he wrapped one arm around her, straitjacketing her so she couldn't fight back. "This is abuse!" Ayumi squealed as he tickled her with his other arm.

It's ThePhantomOfTheAlley's turn, said the screen.

"I'm ready!" Ayumi cheered. She rolled a strike, much to the boys' chagrin.

The game continued. When it was over, the boys had a collective score of 102. Yoshiki had scored 68, while Satoshi earned a whopping 34. Meanwhile, the girls had scored a 186: Naomi with a 87 and Ayumi with a 99.

"I was so close to 100," she grumbled.

"What are you complaining about?" Naomi asked, smirking. "We won! Now we get to tell Kishinuma and Satoshi what to do!" On cue, the boys groaned in unison.

"How did you beat us?" Yoshiki wondered aloud, amazed. "And how the hell did Shinozaki score the highest?"

"Hey!" Ayumi protested. "I scored highest 'cause I have mad skills!" Yoshiki snorted at her wording. It was so unlike her to speak that way.

"Let's go grab a bite to eat," Satoshi suggested. He hoped that the girls would forget about their prize. If they remembered, they would no doubt make he and Yoshiki do something embarrassing.

Of course, a plan was already forming in Ayumi's diabolical mind.


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