Disclaimer: I do not own Battle Royale or any of the characters; this is just a fan fiction. However, I do think Yuko Miyamura is really cool and I keep finding myself wondering how on earth Oneesan ended up presenting the BR instruction video, so this is my idea.
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Oneesan’s Story.
In the small television recording studio the director was talking to a cameraman, while a few minutes away, in a dressing room, a vivacious Japanese girl was adding the finishing touches to her glittery make-up. She had perfect, black hair just below her ears and a choppily cut fringe, as she checked herself in the mirror she hummed, her voice was high but pure. Wearing green camouflage shorts and laced up army boots with numerous bracelets on her slim arms and glitter around her eyes she was a contradictory sight.
There was a knock at the door and a voice called “They are ready for you now, Oneesan.”
She turned away from the mirror and grabbed the knife-belt that was on a chair next to her, strapping it into place quickly, and then reaching for the flat-topped army hat. As well as the shorts and boots she wore a revealing, bright orange top that bore the English letters ‘BR’ and had ‘www.BR.com’ tattooed on her upper arm.
Oneesan jammed the hat onto her head, quickly checked herself in the mirror than left the room. When she emerged in the recording studio a new air of purposefulness filled it as lights were moved and sound levels checked.
The director, a woman with tiny eyes and severe lips approached Oneesan and asked her to move over to the set. “Here is where you will be, we have done this in rehearsals so we want to get it done in as few takes as possible. The stuff with the blue screen was all finished yesterday, is there anything you want to ask?”
“No, I’m ok” replied Oneesan.
“Good, I’d like to start with the introduction first please. Ok, places everyone” and she strode away as Oneesan stood behind the table and fixed a smile on her face.
“Take one!” said the director.
“Konichi wa!” trilled Oneesan, her smile wide as she introduced the Battle Royale Act, a government act introduced on in an attempt to cure the ‘rebellious youth’. At 22, and obviously no longer at school, Oneesan was far too old to become one of the unfortunate 9th grade students who were chosen, one class each year, to be sent to some remote location where they would kill each other until only one remained.
As an actress in a country that had banned rock ‘n’ roll and did not hold entertainment in high esteem Maiko Takami had found it almost impossible to scrape a living, especially as here unusually high voice made her unsuitable for most of the sober government news broadcasts. However, one day as she was waiting outside of an audition and talking to her friend, a smartly dressed man came up to her and gave her a small card with a phone number on.
“Call this number and say you would like a audition,” he had said, and so she had. That had been 5 years ago, the audition had gone well and Maiko had been offered the job without ever being told what it was, only how well it would pay, and that it would be for the government. She had accepted as she had been on the verge of being chucked out of her apartment and was told she was now the presenter of the Battle Royale instruction video, one to be made each year.
As she signed the contact she was told she must change her name for all of her government dealings, to preserve anonymity, and so she became Oneesan. She was also told she was not allowed to speak to anyone of her job, and she knew if she broke that part of the contract she would very likely wake up with a gun to her head, or just not wake up, so she pretended to people she had come into a inheritance if they remarked on her wealth.
“Ok, that was fine”
The directors voice brought Oneesan out of her reverie, she had hardly even noticed the time pass as she went through the details of the metal collars like the fake one she wore around her neck, except unlike hers they were designed to detonate at the touch of a button. She had also explained about the supply bags and the random selection of weapons, she still held a huge axe in her hands.
“Now we are going to do the roll call”
“Ok, I’m ready whenever you are” said Oneesan as she mentally called up the list of students she had memorised. She thought she recognised the name Shogo Kawada from a previous game, but of course nobody could be unlucky enough to manage to win a game and be reselected.
“Take one.”
“You will leave in number order, and when I call your name I want to hear a nice big ‘here!’” Oneesan paused for a second, briefly wondering the fate of the students whose names she called then carried on, “Boy number 1: Akamatsu, Yoshio. Girl number 1: Inada, Mizuho. Boy number 2: Iijima, Keita…..”