DISCLAIMER: The story and none of the characters belong to me, I know I know, copyright stuff and blablablah, but let's just joke a bit. We must admit: Ando is certainly hot, yes, but really girly too. Sorry, because of that, I thought about that fic... Anyway, it takes place near the end of BR's story, and I changed a few of the events... So well, let's see, we could say it's a PG 13. Yeah I think it’s something like that. Oh yes also, I hope you will understand my words, because English isn't my mother tongue... So now read it, and (hopefully) enjoy it!
Additional: (Mistress Nakiko) With Hikari's permission I've betaed her fic: (It was originally in French and translated by Hikari to English) So please read on and enjoy ^___^
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Nanahara closed his eyes in an ultimate breath. Between grass and dead bodies of some of the last participants, there were only two left. Hiding in a ditch, smelling Mimura's blood still warm nearly, Kawada reloaded his weapon; he was looking for the movement of some messy red hair between corpses, under the sunny sky of the last day of the "game". A sweaty tear slid slowly along his bronzed face. This was his last bullet, his last chance. But he thought hopefully that his enemy, after the deadly burst he inflicted on Shuya, would be in the same situation. Plus, number five had already hurt the leg of his adversary.
BANG
Balls flew all around Kawada. He rolled in the grass, trying to find the slim silhouette of his enemy. Between a couple of branches, a shadow appeared: Shougo shot at it, but missed his target. Kiriyama darted a cold (but still beautiful) glance at him, and after he had thrown his empty weapon, the insane one started running. Kawada left his shotgun on the floor, now empty as well, and ran after him. The volunteer wasn't really fast since he was injured, and soon, his enigmatic pale face was contorted with grief under the weight of his rival.
Unarmed, they used their hands. Kiriyama's injury wasn't a big deal for him, and he struggled like a wild beast, trying to catch Kawada's neck and fighting him at the same time. The bronzed one pinned the other one’s abdomen under his legs, but whereas he had a stronger body, he had many difficulties stopping the aggressive attacks from the red one. A couple of minutes passed; then number six put his anorexic white hand on the face of his adversary. The stronger boy had a frozen feeling; he shook his head to get the bony hand off, and continued hitting him.
The volunteer kept fighting with one hand, his other one on the face of the stronger boy, but he couldn’t stop the attacks anymore… Then Kawada touched blindly by accident Kiriyama’s torso. He felt instantly that something was going wrong under the insane student’s shirt… Something in his hand… Like a lump… Quiet faint, but real… And also pretty much not masculine… The psychopath opened his eyes, and threw the other teen on the ground. He was pressing his hand on his shirt, the one which was on Kawada’s face just a second before, and his face was curiously getting rosy. The older boy, as stunned as the other, had his eyes strangely open for an Asian guy. He looked at his shaking hand, and at Kiriyama. He couldn’t believe it.
“Are you…? … It can’t be…” he whispered
But as quick as he had thrown Kawada on the grass, the other student jumped on him suddenly. He hit number five’s head. The bronzed boy had tears in his eyes because of the pain he felt. But in one movement, he caught Kiriyama’s shirt, and a couple of buttons, weaker since the fight, the cloth tore away. Kiri’s naked skin appeared under the sunlight, exposing a quiet feminine hidden part of “his” body. Again, the insane student’s look showed surprise. But now, the face of the teen was as red as “his” hair.
Kawada had his eyes as open as possible; he didn’t looked like an Asian anymore. Since Keiko’s death, he hadn’t been in such a situation until now. He didn’t know what to think about, and was frozen. But Kiriyama, who had not lost his insane sense, tried again to punch his enemy in the face with her right hand. Shougo grabbed strongly her arm, and the left one too, which came soon after the first. He was again on the red one’s abdomen. She struggled so strongly that he forced her to lie down completely on the grass. Kawada could feel the female muscles of the boyish girl against his chest. His bronzed face was practically nose-to-nose with hers. He felt the faint and warm breath of “Kazuo” (or whatever could be her real name). Kawada whispered with his strong voice:
“Excuse me but I don’t want to fight against a girl again.”
Kiriyama raised her eyebrows; surprise was on her (pretty) face; although she was still mute. Kawada looked at her, more and more, he thought she was feminine. He even thought that maybe, he could have known her real nature the first time they eyes met, in the dark classroom of the island, when she flashed her famous cold and evil glance at him…
A thought went through his head: maybe she was attractive. He shook his head. No. Impossible. It’s insane… Although he was looking conscientiously at her mouth, from what faint breath was going out, her rosy and wet lips… His heart ran a championship when he felt a lump rising in his pants, quite different from the ones on Kiriyama’s chest. Kawada darted a deep glance at her. Her expression wasn’t as usual; nearly kind. She had stopped struggling, and was almost normally smiling.
Keiko’s face appeared a second in Kawada’s head. Grass was shining around them, and trees were slowly swinging because of the wind when he put his lips on Kiri’s, starting an energetic exploration of his new friend’s mouth, who curiously did the same thing. He let her hands go, so she put one on his spiky hair, and let the other slide on his torso, towards his belt. The boy used his own in finishing undoing her shirt, making a more developed analyse of her chest.
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Kiriyama had forgotten her painful and injured leg, but then Kawada got off her black trousers. She grimaced quickly with pain, but the brunette had enough time to see it. He said sarcastically, hoping she would speak after that:
“Did I hurt you already?”
The young girl smiled, stood up to kiss him, but didn’t say a word. Kawada picked up his own trousers, already on the grass for a while, and used it to make a sort of bandage for his friend’s leg, as slim as the rest of her all body.
“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, nothing looks broken.”
She nodded as an answer, making Kawada sighed silently. Suddenly, he opened his dark eyes, thinking about something. Kiriyama raised her eyebrows, looking at him. She just received a silent smile from her friend. He lay down again on her to make a new saliva exchange, and a new body analyse.
But the extra time he got wasn’t long enough for Kawada to find out a solution for the problem he thought about: even if he was provident, he had’t thought about an important item in his packing. Especially with a girl. For a couple of minutes Kiriyama made her hand slide on his torso lower and lower, winking. She changed it soon in a bored and impatient look… Maybe this irresponsible guy hadn’t thought about condoms.
Kawada scratched shyly at his head, and the volunteer crossed her arms. He gave her a reproachful look, saying hey, if you want to say something to me, open your mouth and do it you crazy mute psycho! … Even if he was mute himself now... In fact, he thought also that Kitano should be disappointed for a while now, hearing just kisses in the collars’ microphones… Maybe did he thought they were unblocking a washbasin instead of fighting?
This reminded him that they had still the metal collars around their neck. He took several minutes to get them off, and it was time, because since he threw the tiny bombs away, they switched on an blew themselves up, a couple of meters away from the teens, in a faint noise of explosion. Maybe, Kitano was fed up of their plumbing stuff, so he decided that this year, BR wouldn’t have any winner… But in fact, BR’s committee would think they were now dead, so they could take all the time they want to… Well, do what they want. Kiriyama thanked him with a smile, and made a love bite on his neck. Their freedom would now be guaranteed… But soon she gave him again a reproachful look. Kawada rolled his eyes.
In his mind he remembered suddenly something that Nanahara had told him when they were hiding in the clinic. They were talking about potential allies, and his friend spoke about Shinji Mimura, whose body was still lying near the two teens left. According to number fifteen, Shinji was a nice guy, even if he was such a playboy, having plenty girlfriends in the same time… Whereas thinking about the fact that he was between the thighs of his friend’s murderer, Kawada stood up quickly and ran in underwear to the hacker’s corpse. After several seconds, searching in the boy’s right pocket, he brandished proudly a pack of condoms. “Boy” number six sighed happily, and invited her friend in her arms, trying again to steal a fictional chewing gum from his mouth…
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Time passed. Kawada looked up from his red lover, and saw his friends’ dead bodies, lying sadly on the grass in a blood pool. He realized that he was bonding with someone he had barely met two days ago, in quite inappropriate conditions, who killed his last close friends and tried to do the same thing to him. But anyway, he forgot all about that stuff when his lips met hers again.
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Once the cycle of life was perpetuate, Kawada, exhausted of fighting during two days, (and of course, also because of something else) went to sleep happily in Kiriyama’s slim arms. The girl lay her head on the warm grass, caught her breath, and started thinking. She had suddenly changed her attitude with her own deadly rival, turning her insanity into nymphomania. Plus, now, she was thinking. This unexpected metamorphosis was only caused by one person, the one who was peacefully resting into her arms, the one she was caressing the spiky dark hair. She raised her head, and looked at his tired breathing movements.
Why the hell did she accept a lay like that, in fact?!
She flinched as she felt her friend’s warm breath on her neck… She made her hand slide slowly on his head… She didn’t volunteer Battle Royale to end like this… Her hand was on his cheek His breath was so close… And now on her lover’s neck where his skin was less bronzed because of the collar… She tightened as strong as she could.
You can’t change people like that!
THE END
Hikari