Disclaimer: I know nothing belongs to me, I just like to play around with Kinji Fukasaku's characters (he's probably spinning in his grave right now but it's his own fault for hiring such pretty actors for his film that made me think yaoi thoughts) and it doesn't hurt anybody (unless Masanobu Ando or Taro Yamamoto read this... it might squick them a bit...but what are the odds of that, eh?) so please don't sue. No money is being made. If you intend to sue anyway then please sue all the other fan fiction authors online, just so it's fair. None of us intend to infringe your copyright, honest. Genre: Romance (ish) / Angst / PWP (sort of) Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Boys #5 Shogo Kawada / Boys #6 Kazuo Kiriyama. Kawada's POV. Setting: Classroom in headquarters Time: Before Class B are brought in and up until K&K get weapons and leave Summary: Kawada wakes up in a strange room with an intimidating boy and a horribly familiar metal collar around his neck. Notes: Yeh, it's in English and all the dialogue from the film is just the subtitles but that's because I do not speak or understand Japanese. Just go with it, 'kay? Send me all the flames you want, I think 5 & 6 make a great couple. And for all of you less-intelligent BR fans who will most probably be confused at Kawadas involvement with Kiriyama despite his thing for Keiko in the films flashbacks, I have just one marvellous word for you: BISEXUAL. Warnings: Slash / Yaoi / Boy-Boy LoveEwhatever you want to call it, this fic involves blatant homosexuality. There may be mild non-con, depending on how evil I write Kiriyama. This may be considered underage where you live, but please consider the following factors before you send me hate mail: i) I live in England, where the age of consent for two guys is sixteen, ii) Kawada has to be eighteen as he participated in a BR three years prior to the one we all know and love (and though Kiriyamas age is never specified I would guess hes about the same age) iii) they're not actually going to have full-blown sex and iv) Taro Yamamoto and Masanobu Ando are both in their late twenties now. That all okay with you? Then read! Mush!
When Kawada at last regained consciousness he wasn't in the room in which he'd fallen into the drug-induced slumber. He brought a cold, moist palm to his forehead and pressed the tips of his thumb and index finger into his eye sockets in a vain attempt to correct his vision and instinctively checked the security of the yellow bandanna tied around the back of his head to conceal a disfiguring scar above his left eye. Assured that the worn fabric was going to stay in place, he dared to open his eyes which fuzzily registered a pale-coloured ceiling in a badly lit room. He finally gathered enough strength to sit upright and found that he had been lying in the centre of what looked like a classroom, though the only illumination was provided by the slice of moonlight intruding through a gap in the blinds so his actual location was debatable. Kawada stretched his forearms out behind him and his digits met the cold floor tiles as he gradually pushed up from the ground and straightened out to a standing position, a lot of his internal effort focusing on not falling back down again as his leg muscles were still lacking feeling of any description. As soon as his arms were no longer needed to be stuck out horizontally as an aid to balance, he set about straightening his clothing (the last thing he recalled seeing before blacking out - baggy faded blue trousers with a matching jacket, a white shirt with a dark grey vest beneath) - and it was then that he felt the horribly familiar sting of cold metal on his neck. Whilst re-arranging his collar his wristwatch clicked against a steel choker he had not been wearing several hours earlier. "No... not again" he muttered to himself as he traced around the metallic band with his hand and recognised the smooth face of its detonation device on the front and the unbreakable clasp on the back. He placed two fingers down the gap between it and himself and pulled hard but it was still there. It was still real. The movement of another presence in the supposed classroom broke Kawada's chain of thoughts and he spun around on the heels of his boots to face whoever's shadow was blocking the little form of light in the surroundings. His pupils widened at a mere glimpse of the room's other occupant (this was all he got before the boy had shifted from in front of the window to lean against the opposite wall), and he inched towards the stranger to casually claim a better look. It was only on rare occasions that Kawada felt uncomfortable or awkward around other people but this boy's mere presence was imposing and he felt as though this was someone to treat with extreme caution. The boy had incredibly messy and badly-bleached hair: one half a mixture of orange and light brown, and the other half a deep black where his own natural colour was growing back in. It was arranged around his chiselled jaw line as though he had just received a two-thousand volt electrical shock but he somehow managed to make it look good.... possibly even attractive.... Kawada sharply shook his head to rid his brain of the previous thought, but the object of his attention didn't even glance at him - he just continued staring off into space and snapping the gum he was rolling around in his mouth. Shogo's eyes travelled downwards now, stopping on the boy's own that were focused on the visible section of window behind the blinds on the opposite wall. He was dressed very differently to his observer - a black dress jacket which hung awkwardly over his very pronounced shoulder joints and half-concealed a white shirt with the top two buttons left undone. He too was wearing the metal necklace. His trousers were also black, but fairly tight in comparison with what he wore on the upper half of his body and showed off the thin legs inside and the blue slip-on shoes with immaculate white socks beneath. The boy was almost dangerously thin, emphasised as he shook one of his bony hands from the over-sized jacket sleeves to scratch the underside of his chin. Kawada himself could never be sincerely described as overweight by any stretch of the imagination, but where he had muscle tissue on his limbs the boy just seemed to have skin. Just as Kawada finished his observation of the room's occupant, their eyes met each other's across the dimly lit space. The light clung to the boy at strange angles, making him look like a stereotypical scarecrow with unruly hay for a hairstyle and sticks for arms and legs. The only hint that this person was alive lay in his dark eyes, for the sockets were lined with deep purple rings of deoxygenated blood and his facial skin was paper-like and just as pale. The connection between the pair lasted a little too long and Kawada was about to say something when the door at the opposite end of the classroom clicked open and somebody new walked in. This man was clearly several decades older than both of them, the lines in his face showed at least forty years and he was clad in what looked like a grey tracksuit and was loosely gripping an A4-sized clipboard in his left hand which was resting at waist height as he traipsed towards the desk in front of the room's chalkboard. He was shortly followed by two men clad in camouflage jumpsuits, the later of the two to enter the room supporting a rifle with the heel of his palm as the barrel lay across his shoulder. They didn't stay for long, they were simply muttered to under the grey-tracksuit-wearing-man's breath, handed a clipboard and lightly pushed through the door within ten seconds. Still, the appearance of armoured soldiers set the two boys on edge and it was barely moments before the man sensed their tension. "Boys, number five, Shogo Kawada," he called out as he made his way towards them with a slight limp, "and boys number six, Kazuo Kiriyama. It's a pleasure to have you both with us. I trust that you both understand why you've been brought here," he added and gestured at their collars with the end of a well-chewed biro. He turned to face Kawada "It's not government policy to force students to play more than once but we needed someone to tip the scales and winners like yourself should do so." Instead of the outburst the man seemed prepared for, Kawada simply hissed through his teeth "Then why's he here," titling his head in Kiriyama's direction. The boy in question raised his head at the mention of his own name. "He requested an invitation, you could say," and the man's upper lip curled into what could almost be described as smirk. "You're reacting surprisingly calm, Shogo. Considering what happened to you last time you visited this island. Looking out for another Keiko?" Kawada clenched his fists so tight towards his legs that his fingernails were beginning to draw blood from his palms, but he forbade himself to rise to the man's taunting. To distract himself, he glanced toward the other boy and received an almost insane smile from him beneath the static mess of hair, a shock in comparison with his former cool behaviour. Realising he wasn't going to get the desired violent response from Kawada, the man cleared his throat and continued speaking. "You will both be participating in this year's Battle Royale, along with the usual fifteen-year-olds whose bus will be here shortly. I assume you both know the drill - three days, danger zones, random weapon selection and so on, but the students will be viewing an instructional video upon arrival to refresh your memories. We can't rig the game to ensure you get anything good to fight with, but I feel confident you'll both be imaginative." The man made his way to the door once more, and just before he clicked it back on its rusted hinges, he peered around the corner. "They'll be here in half an hour," he notified them, before disappearing into the corridor. As soon as he was totally certain they would be free of interruptions, Kawada turned to Kiriyama and slowly made his way towards him. The manic smile remained on his face, not even fading slightly with the growing aggression in Kawadas stance and the appearance of someone about to tear the whole building down with his bare hands. Why the fuck did you volunteer for this?Ehe spat disgustedly at Kiriyama, grabbing his victim by the shoulders and pushing him up against a nearby wall. Do you have any idea what this is like? Do you?E Still Kiriyama said nothing, just continued smiling and looking at Kawada with an facial expression that bordered worryingly on bloodlust. I asked you a question,EKawada went on. Are you insane, or just stupid?E His question was cut short by a sharp shiver down his spine, caused by the feeling of one of Kiriyamas long, thin fingers tracing circles on his stomach through a gap in his shirt buttons and over the thin vest in between the two of them. Kawada looked down, and then back up at Kiriyama whose expression had changed to that of a madman to one of a nymphomaniac. The pairs breathing had become shallow and rapid and their combined heartbeats were in danger of being heard in the adjoining room if they became any louderEwhich certainly wasnt being aided by Kiriyama left index finger working its way towards the fastening of Kawadas belt as his other palm moved up underneath the obstructing layers of fabric to touch the taut muscular frame beneath. As hard as Kawada tried to resist the urge to take a more active role in what was going on (partly assisted by the fact that he couldnt believe what was happening) the scent of Kiriyamas hair and sweat and the sensations the boys digits were creating over his abdomen were proving too much for him and both of them were soon locked together at their mouths in a starved kiss. Though Kiriyama may have seemed physically weak due to his incredibly lean figure, he found it easy to overpower Kawada and within seconds the two of them were on the floor, number six pinning number five down with his thighs at either side of the others torso and the heels of his palms restricting his partners shoulder movements as he arched his back to lean into another passionate kiss. Kawada himself began to tear at the back of Kiriyamas black jacket and thrust his own forearms into the sleeves to pull it away from its owner. When the offending article of clothing was removed it lay absentmindedly across Kawadas shoulders which seemed to enrage Kiriyama as he immediately swiped it away with one flick of his bony wrist and went back to his oral assault on the inside of Kawadas neck. Kawada instead focused his attention of Kiriyamas back and soon found his hands tracing the joints in his worryingly emphasised vertebrae, which made the recipient moan through a mouthful of hot flesh. Kawadas hands then started sliding lower until he came to the beginnings of Kiriyamas black trousers which were clinging to the emaciated body by some strange contradiction of gravity as there was a space between body and material that Kawadas palm fit easily through and came shortly into contact with what felt like silk boxer shorts. His breathing increasing in speed and decreasing in depth, he slowly slid his hands under the waistband and was being cautious until he received an ardent bite on the chest and he dug his fingernails quite deeply into the skin tissue beneath. More in a state of shock than pain, Kiriyama jerked upwards and gazed down on Kawada who had the traumatised appearance of someone whod just tripped over a once sleeping male tiger at which he couldnt help but smirk. Jesus, Im sorry..EKawada muttered as he pulled his arms back towards his own body and ran the fingers on his right hand through his black spiky hair. He looked upwards, hoping that Kiriyama would finally say something to him. Trying to encourage him, he went on: just, if you hadnt bitten meE. No response. Kiriyama just kept the eye contact between them, until his pupils widened and teeth were exposed in his insane grin and he let out a slight laugh. He eventually placed his left index finger over Kawadas lips, dragging it down past the other boys chin, across his prominent Adams apple and into the sensitive hollow between larynx and breastbone. His tongue followed the trail soon after, then back up the neck to trace the curve of Kawadas left ear and back to the mouth for another exploration of the wet recesses therein. It was only then that it struck Kawada that, judging by the way Kiriyamas left hand was tugging down the zip of his trousers as he undid the remain fastened buttons of his own white shirt, that he was about to be screwed by someone hed met barely twenty minutes ago and whose voice he hadnt yet heard form any coherent words. Though the situation alone may have been exciting, he couldnt help but be reminded of their location and the purpose of their being there as his fingertips met the cold steel of Kazuos metal collar as he haphazardly ran his fingers through the mess of orange hair whilst the boys head moved lower down his body. Kiriyama must have felt him tense up slightly but even as Shogo raised himself onto his elbows to find his new friend slowly inching down his blue trousers and simultaneously pushing up his navy vest he couldnt force a word from him EKiriyama just inquisitively raised a dark eyebrow and smiled wryly. Kawada tried to sit up further, but before he knew what had happened hed been slammed back down onto the hard tile floor again, now with the other boys knees restraining his chest as his undressing continued. Though his heart rate began to quicken in pace again, it was in fear instead of arousal EKiriyama was freakishly strong for his stature and Kawada didnt think he would have the strength within him to hold him off should the situation get any more out of hand. As though Shogo had internally jinxed himself, the situation rather speedily got less acceptable as Kiriyamas skeletal fingers folded around his neck in a fatally strong grip. Strangely, however, they didnt stay gripped around Kawadas oesophagus for more than a second or so and instead became focused on the clasp on his metal collar as Kazuo dug the points of his elbows into Kawadas shoulders to limit struggling. Relieved that he could now breathe but was still in great pain due to the pressure on his torso and abdomen, it took several seconds for enough oxygen to flow into his brain before Kawada finally realised what Kiriyama was doing.
He was trying to remove the collar to trigger the explosion.