Waiting: Part One
Disclaimer: I don't own Battle Royale or any of the characters described in this fanfic. I'd happily fight ya for my original creations tho! *Raises sickle* This is Fic will be YAOI full.
THE FIRST PERSON TO SPOT THE DELIBERATE,BUT OBSCURE MISTAKE IN THIS CHAPTER CAN HAVE A PAT ON THE BACK AND MAYBE A REQUEST FIC!
An AU Mimura x Lijima x Seto dedicated to Kinji Fukasaku and "Beat" Takeshi. (They'd prolly run a mile if they read it tho LOL)
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"Seto- S-E-T-O!" The exaggerated whisper cut through the darkness even over a smattering of footfalls and the petite boy skidded to a halt. In the bruised shafts of light that still echoed from inside the abandoned School House his face looked almost ghostly.
"Over here-hurry up!" A shimmered rustling from the bushes off to his right caused Seto to rummage in his backpack drawing out a,
"Fork....ehhh...wah!" He squeaked in protest as two pairs of strong arms dragged him off the path and into the undergrowth. A hand was clamped firmly over his objecting mouth and he could only watch as a bulky figure rolled into sight.
"W-w-what am I doing??" The boy's voice was high-pitched in disbelief and he scrambled around on the floor much like a pig searching for elusive truffles.
"Is this yours?" A calm, almost concerned question cut into the silence and the other raised his head, leaping up before his mind had a chance to even recognize who possessed his only protection. As the heaving boy's body flew toward it's blind enemy a dull thud rang out. Somewhere behind Seto's ear someone breathed, "Akamatsu...?"
Scant feet from their hiding place Akamatsu clutched his chest, looking down at the arrow embedded almost to the fletchings and with a final strangled sob he fell to the concrete. "It's for real!" Exclaimed his ignorant killer, before tearing off into the bracken ahead.
Quiet.....above the lights died one by one until just the closest classroom was lit. Kitano, the soldiers and the bodies of their two slain friends it's only occupants now presumably.
Seto felt the oppressive clasp of a palm slip away and slowly he struggled round to see two familar faces.
"Eh- Mimura-kun, Lijima. I thought you'd gone without me." The hurt was obvious in his tone.
Mimura rolled his eyes, "Iie, we need to stick together ne?" His eyes were already beyond them both, scanning the road bordering the school for other potential threats. His gaze lingered on Akamatsu's shadowed corpse for a brief second, "We have to find cover, before anyone else decides to use us as target practise."
Lijima nodded, any hints of his former joviality crushed and pulled out an already crumpled map from the folds of his blazer. Huddled in the wilted foliage Seto almost felt like a spare part and couldn't supress the hope that his bestfriends had better weapons than the one he'd been cursed with.
"Mura-kun, how about this building, it's a fair hike, but we'd be in open space so it's easy to defend." He prodded at a small rectangle marked on the crude map. Mimura let his attention waver from the track, a frown marring his lips, "I don't like the idea of advertising ourselves to the others, but I guess it'll do for now." Without another word he grabbed them both by the hands and extracted them from the twisted mess of bushes. The road ahead seemed barren and safe, but nothing was sure anymore.
They began with amateur stealth and Lijima had to choke down a gasp as another body came into view. A girl this time, face obscured by the jet black curtain of her hair, a rag-doll in pretty, little white frilled skirts. The stout bolt of an arrow through her neck had ruined any illusions that she might still be alive and Seto swallowed roughly, turning away from the sight of all that blood dyeing her pretty skirts deep red.
"Come on, we can't help her now." Mimura roused them and with a slight, reassuring squeeze of his hand and led his friends into the night.
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Lijima seemed so engrossed in the map that when the first sharp cracks of gunfire reached them it fell from his hands and fluttered to the muddied path. They each ground to a halt and just listened, both enamoured and horrified by the unusual sounds. Sunlight had finally broached the horizon a mere hour ago and it brought none of the typical relief Seto had expected. This was not a nightmare and the warm prickle of light against his back only confirmed his fears.
"I-i didn't think they'd really do it....." Seto's soft voice trailed off.
*click*
He glanced up and saw Mimura holding a handgun, not intentionally pointed at them, as he studied it with a practised eye, but it sent a jolt of panic rushing through his short frame nonetheless, "Mimura-kun!"
Lijima was already discarding his own weapon, a jitte in disgust and couldn't supress the smile that broke out on his usually cheerful face.
"Don't go thinking this is our salvation. Those were Shotgun blasts right now and I swear I heard an automatic in the night. Who knows what the others have got." Lijima's expression faltered, "But, it's better than nothin? I mean s'not like we can go in and blast Kitano, but..."
Suddenly Mimura's eyes widened and he nearly dropped the gun, reaching up to clutch at his collar, "Ne, that's how you do it...." He pocketed the gun and stomped over to Lijima, snatching his pen and map away. He scrawled on the back, "Mics in the collar- it makes sense ne?"
Seto blinked and shrugged, Mimura had always been so logical and he knew to follow both his friend's suspicions and subtle orders whenever they arose. He shot Lijima a fearful look, but the other boy was mouthing, "What now?" Mimura tapped his hand and they reached up tentatively, both curling their fingers round the metal necklaces.
"They know exactly what we're doing. It's so fuckin simple- I don't know how it took me so long to figure out." He seemed quite enraged at himself, even more than Kitano maybe.
"Don't be so hard on yourself." Lijima offered, but Mimura wasn't listening. He'd already dropped to his knees and was tearing the zip back on his bag, as if their lives depended on it. Seto mused with a smile that now perhaps they did.....
"No, No! Those bastards took it." Mimura slumped forward and pushed his bag further into the brown slurry. In an instant Lijima was by his side, peering worriedly down at the slightly older boy, "What?"
"My laptop, if only it was still here....I could've rigged it up to....I guess it doesn't matter now does it?" He stared back up at Lijima, catching the shock reflected in his ebon eyes.
Seto bit his lip convulsively as another muted boom bounced across the hills, joined by a chorus of smaller, but no less deadly smatterings of gunshots, "We have to get out of here." Mimura was on his feet before Lijima could offer any assistance and he beckoned them on as if this was only a minor setback in some great scheme of things. Seto couldn't be sure, but as they fled towards the small rectangular hope he could have sworn he saw the first shine of tears in Mimura's eyes.
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The factory was littered with spare auto-mobile parts, all around them were strewn just the tools that would've affected Mimura's hyperspace rebellion so well. If only they had the vital ingredient. If only they had the third man, but wishes were not horses and they would just get slaughtered if misery took over.
Mimura took the lead as they rounded the open doors, the low-ceilinged building was bathed in shadows and despite all of Lijima's reassurances did not seem to be the impregnable fortress Seto had hoped for. It was however better than nothing and if push really did come to shove then Mimura was almost convinced he could defend them all.
He remembered the solitary glimpse of a certain scruffy-looking transfer they'd caught as he strode purposefully away, cradling his pack as a mother would it's infant. He was a chilling sight to behold in the moonlight and in another place, with another personality Mimura couldn't deny that he may have found Kazuo Kiriyama attractive. He was the push that turned into a shove though and at the back of his mind Shinji had a strange terror of the silent one.
He could never betray it to Seto or Lijima. It was his duty to lead them from this chaos and to the future they deserved.
"Mimura?? Are you deaf? It's clear upstairs." He blinked rapidly, diffusing the fog of contemplation and nodded to Lijima who hung precariously over the edge of a railing on the higher tier, "Alright, we'll hole up here until I can figure something out ne?"
Seto raced past him with a quick thumbs up and joined Lijima, already pulling off his damp blazer to fasten it round his waist, "Hai, anything's better than that heat." Mimura's heart flickered just a fraction at the cheerful facade his petite comrade had plastered on to reassure them.
With a discreet sigh he walked over to the stairs, the choir of distant cries and gunfire nearly drowned out by Seto's upbeat ramblings. It could be so much worse, It could be so much worse, he repeated it silently, within the depths of his mind as a mantra and made the solemn promise as Yukata and Lijima came into view, both sat expectantly on a battered, old storage box.
"If we leave it'll be together."
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