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Title: Some Prosecutors Aren't Armed and Some Defence Attorneys Aren't Amoral...
Fandom: Crossover, Death Note (manga) and Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for case 2:4, also known as 'Farewell, My Turnabout' or 'State v Engarde', AU (for sane & non-Kira!Mikami)
Summary: Phoenix is just having a normal day. Until he meets a less than normal opponent.



Another normal day.

Phoenix Wright spends half an hour fixing his hair into its usual porcupine shape before having a quick breakfast and going to his office to check the trial times for today -contrary to what people seem to think, he does sometimes research his clients cases at other times than the night before the trial, not that it ever seems to help that much- and to see if he's got enough time to run over to the corner shop to buy another roll of bandages for the bleeding.

To his surprise, Franziska von Karma -whom he was assuming was going to take every case until she either finally beat him or left him immobile in a hospital bed- wasn't taking any of the cases today. This was both good and bad news: good in that it meant that the whip wounds that she'd given him yesterday were actually going to have some time to heal and bad in that...well, he knew how to tell when Franziska was nervous. She tended to hug herself and flinch back whenever he completely demolished her arguments and, once he'd caught one of her mistakes, tended to be so irritated about it that she made more.

He didn't know anything about this new prosecutor, this Teru Mikami guy. Fortunately, Maya had predicted this -she was actually getting good at this whole assistant thing and he'd have to thank her next time he saw her- and left a file for him. Apparently Mikami -aged 36 and originally from Odaiba, Japan- had recently moved to America after breaking up with his girlfriend, Kiyomi Takada -this was probably not true and an attempt by Maya to put some unnecessary drama into the cold facts- and was covering for Franziska for two weeks while she went on holiday with, for lack of a better word, her 'friend' Adrian.

To be fair, after the events of the Engarde case, Phoenix would be the first to admit that Adrian Andrews desperately needed a holiday. As well as rather a lot of therapy (then again, everyone involved with that case had needed therapy by the end of it...).

Teru Mikami turned out to be a slim dark-haired man who -to Phoenix's utter amazement- didn't seem to carry a weapon to hit him with. That said, he wasn't as much fun as some of his previous opponents and had objected rather a lot quieter than Phoenix was used to.

He hadn't even pointed at Phoenix once, which just wasn't normal. And he'd never raised his voice, not even when Phoenix had pressed a witness as hard as he could, as her story just hadn't corroborated with the evidence. Instead, he had politely told Phoenix to stop badgering her and asked her himself, in his one-degree-from-monotone voice if she was lying.

He had actually looked disappointed when she admitted that she had been.

And that state of affairs had proceeded to the break, and Phoenix is now wondering how to handle a prosecutor who actually did play by the rules of the court.

"Hello."

Speaking of...

"Hi, Mikami. Are you alright?"

"I am fine. Thank you. You are...very interesting, Mr Wright. You seem to be concerned with justice and truth, even when your profession on the whole lacks those qualities."

Phoenix's laughter took the prosecutor by surprise.

"You must not have met many good defence attorneys then. Or be familiar with that many prosecutors..." He drifts off, remembering Manfred von Karma, who made his whip-happy daughter look like a saint, Edgeworth look like an archangel and Mikami look like...well, like God, would be the only way to continue that metaphor.

"I do not understand what you speak of and I am not entirely interested in knowing. Just...tell me this, Mr Wright. Have you ever defended a client that you knew, in your heart, was guilty? And that if you proceeded, you would damn an innocent person in his or her place?"

Phoenix winced. The Engarde case again. It hadn't been one of his finest moments, in retrospect, but he had managed to uphold the law and protect the innocent at the end. He could at least be proud of that, right?

"I have."

"And the result?"

"I forced my own client into confessing for the murder. If he hadn't, I would have had to retract my defence and have him found guilty that way. It wasn't an experience that I'd want to repeat in a hurry, but I know that I did the right thing."

Mikami's slight smile took Phoenix by surprise. As did the hand that was extended by the prosecutor.

"I believe that you Americans make this gesture with those whom you hold in respect. I do not agree with defence attorneys in general, and we shall always be on opposite side of the courtroom, but...providing that you hold to your moral code, I do not see why we should be enemies on a personal level, Mr Wright."

He shakes Mikami's hand, wondering why he had to wait two years to find a completely honest prosecutor.

"You have my word on that, Mikami. We can be partners in finding the truth and upholding justice."

"Indeed."


Title: The Companion Policeman
Fandom: Crossover, Death Note (manga)/Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Death Note (AU, although...Nine could well have taken Matsuda as his companion before he met Rose. We don't know. *shot*)
Summary: He had come out of one war, only to enter another. This time, however, he was not alone.



It had been just after his regeneration, when he was still reeling from the unspeakable things that he had been forced to do in defence of the galaxy, when he wandered over to Tokyo in search of an alien object.

This object had been a slender black book. It was resembled a 31st century communication device, actually. They would write the name of the person whom they wanted to contact in the notebook and the person would get the equivalent to an electric jolt (or a sharp pain rather like a bee-sting, you could set it to anything you wanted, really) and know that someone was trying to contact them.

However, these books were different. These ones were dangerous and killed all whose names were written in them. Which is why, when he went over there to pick up the items, his path had crossed with a police officer who was investigating a case where a young man -barely a child really, even in human terms- had used it to try and enforce his own justice and morality on the world. He had already killed hundreds, if not thousands of people and the cop -young and still idealistic though he was- had been just as determined as the Doctor himself to stop the alien object from falling into the wrong hands.

Interestingly -as this was 21st century Japan, which wasn't a time period usually associated with belief in anything, let alone the paranormal- the man had believed him when he'd claimed that he was a 900 year old alien and had allowed the Doctor to take the 'Death Note', as he called it, on board the TARDIS without any further action taken by the police.

However, he had also asked for one trip in return. He had told the Doctor that he didn't mind where or when, just as long as it wasn't in the here-and-now and there was just something that looked so familiarly broken about him -the Doctor had seen that look himself in the mirror so many times during and after the Time War that he couldn't possibly mistake it- that he had agreed to it almost instantly.

And that was why Touta Matsuda -for that was the young police officer's name- was in the TARDIS.

"So, you're like a policeman for all of space and time, right?"

In a manner of speaking, that was his current job. Making sure that nothing disappears or explodes before it's supposed to. It hadn't always been his job -once upon a time, Gallifrey would have had an entire department, staffed by hundreds of qualified Time Lords specialised in the removal of dangerous articles from unstable societies, each with a huge file of paperwork that they would have to fill in for every incident- but now...

Now there was only him, doing the job of his entire species by himself.

Not that much of a change there then.

So he nods in answer to the human's question and takes him to see the stars.


Title: The Line In the Sand
Fandom: Death Note (manga)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None. Yay!
Summary: Ide can't tell whether Matsuda's the best policeman he's ever met, or the worst. He has a suspicion that it may be both.



There is a line between personal and professional.

All of the members of the task force know this, but in this case, against the greatest mass-murderer in Japanese history, only Matsuda has to promise to keep them separate and to dance on that line. Aizawa calls it idiocy, he can't see how Matsuda could feel even slightly benign towards a monster like Kira; Mogi says nothing -as usual- and Soichiro believes that it shouldn't matter what Matsuda thinks as long as he does not allow it to affect his job as an impartial upholder of the law, which he hasn't yet.

Ide thinks that trying to call Matsuda an 'impartial' anything is a waste of time. Matsuda loves or hates everything to an extreme degree, with nothing in between. Unlike pretty much every adult in the world, Matsuda has no shades of grey. In a way, he envies Matsuda, because if his personal beliefs clashed with his professional duties in a case that was this crucial (but then, all murder cases, and indeed, all cases were crucial), he's not sure if he could keep investigating the case.

But he knows that Matsuda does not have that choice; that there just aren't enough of them working against Kira as it was, and that, despite his lack of experience and respect for the more tried-and-tested methods that the rest of the team use, Matsuda has been a useful and resourceful member of the team throughout the case.

He's not sure that he can bring himself to call Matsuda one of the best policemen in the world yet though. In a way, he is -they all are, since with L's help, they have been closer to catching one of the smartest criminals in history than anyone- but...it doesn't seem to fit Matsuda.

In Ide's professional opinion, it'll take at least six months after the end of the case for Matsuda to realise just what the team will have done by beating Kira, and maybe then he'll feel a bit better about what they had to do.

Maybe.

It was still too early to tell right now.


Title: The Returnee
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows, ties into my Ninth Day of Linking Fic.
Summary: By the time Susan comes back to fight, Hogwarts has changed a little. And the DA has changed even more.



The first thing she notices when she comes back (still got her wand, hasn't she? Good, then she might as well get started) is that the DA's grown since she left Hogwarts. She catches Ernie's eye as she helps him fight off a werewolf and he yells at her.

"You're late, Susan!"

She grins. She is late, but not too late. She had promised to return when the battle started -she couldn't take a year at Hogwarts knowing that she was stuck under the thumb of the monsters that murdered her aunt in cold blood, she isn't that brave- and here she was.

"I think that you should be grateful that I came back, Ernie. Besides, looks like you don't need my help with all of those new recruits that you've got. I...hey, were those two wearing Slytherin robes? Since when did the DA take Slytherins?"

Ernie's grin was a touch wider, the 'I know something you don't' look that she'd become very used to (particularly when they had been doing Potions homework, as he had always been the best Hufflepuff in the year at that) and found incredibly annoying.

"You've missed a lot."

"So I see." She retorts sharply, most of the edge in her tone being from the fact that she'd just evaded a charge from another werewolf and cut it (she doesn't really have much of an opportunity to tell whether it's male or female, and she doesn't much care in any case) along its side as it passed.

The pair of them hold their position for a little while, Ernie yelling insults at every opponent that dares attack the two of them, and Susan tries to hide the fact that her wand arm is becoming tired and that the last Death Eater (she removed his mask, in order to make him less terrifying, but she didn't recognise his face) gave her a rather nasty burn on her shoulder (he was aiming for her head and she side-stepped it, but didn't quite get out of the way in time).

There's a break.

Ernie tells her that they have to run and get inside before the fighting restarts, and she does it.

She sees Anthony first -he smiles at her, looking rather distracted, and asks Ernie if he's seen someone called Daphne, to which Ernie has to shake his head- and then she finds Terry, leaning against the wall, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest to tell her that he's still alive.

"That's the thing with those Ravenclaws. They have no stamina."

It's a Slytherin girl and she's grinning. Terry opens one eye to glare at her.

"Daphne, go find Anthony and snog him in a corner somewhere. That's an order."

She salutes, mockingly and walks off.

"Yes sir."

After Daphne leaves, he stands up, smiles at Susan -it isn't as warm as his usual smile and she wonders just what he's gone through for the past year, while she's been running like a coward- and they walk out to meet the end of the Wizarding World that they knew together.


Title: What Happened After the Himalayas
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: If you know what 'The Year That Never Was' is, then you're probably okay. Might be AU (and is according to the canon storyline).
Summary: Torchwood Three weren't designed to cope with this alien.



The Master executed Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper and Gwen Cooper two months after the decimation, right in front of Jack, and televised it for all the world to see.

Gwen had screamed, only once, as the Toclafane moved in on her. Owen had winked at Jack and mouthed something that looked like a question, to which the former leader of Torchwood had nodded and whispered something else in reply. Then he had held out his hand to Toshiko, who had taken it and both closed their eyes.

They hadn't screamed.

Ianto, now the only surviving member of Torchwood that hadn't been captured, knew exactly what Owen had asked, and just what Jack had replied. In his bunker, in what used to be Canada (he's stirring up resistance, just like Jack would have wanted), Ianto says the same thing that Jack did, knowing that it was likely that he wouldn't live to see it.

"You're going to win, right?"

"I promise."
He didn't live to see it, or even to meet Martha as she spread her message of hope through his area. A group of Master sympathisers firebombed his bunker three weeks later. Jack never found out about it and had always assumed that the alternate Ianto had been there, somewhere, cheering on the Doctor before that timeline had been erased from history.

No-one ever knew.


Title: Speech And Silence
Fandom: Crossover, Battle Royale (manga) with Power Ranger elements
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Severely AU...no sense...absolute emo...misuse of the 'timey-wimey ball'...you know the drill by now, right?
Summary: Hiro knows -unlike her younger counterpart- how she feels about Shinji. She's just not entirely sure how he feels about either of them.



She had promised herself that she'd never say it.

Because she didn't believe in it, and he would only take advantage of her if he had known -or had he known? Shinji had always been a little too clever and it had always driven her crazy- and even when he was dying on her carpet, she'd kept herself from saying it at the very last moment, waited for him to break her heart all over again with it -but he hadn't, had he? He'd said something about her being pretty cool for a girl and that they had both been fantastic, but he hadn't said what she had been dreading that he'd say, the real reason that she had been reluctant to fight him, underneath her excuses about him being a better fighter than her (because she'd never cared about that) or that they had been friends (because she'd fight anyone if they gave her a reason, and Shinji had given her more than one), she had been afraid that Shinji would have tricked her with it, said he loved her and then killed her when she hesitated.

In the two years that had followed, she'd wondered if the feeling had even been mutual -it would have been better if it wasn't genuine, if he was just as good an actor as Mitsuko, and had figured out that the way to crack her was by taking it slowly and giving her a lot of attention- and it had been on the top of her little 'to-do list' to find out -right after 'save Megumi, save the Republic' and 'beating Kiriyama in a straight fight', one of which she was more optimistic about than the other (since Hiroki couldn't beat Kiriyama in a fair fight, and she wasn't as good at him when it came to fighting without a knife in her hands)- because she didn't like leaving questions unanswered.

After two days, she may have her answer.

Although...she doesn't remember being as obvious about her crush as that version of herself is. She doesn't even think that Yoshimi was that fucking obvious.

Of course, it's been a while since she last saw Yoshimi (oh, and she's still so guilty about that too, as if she could have done anything about that shape-shifting monster that turned into Yoji) so she might not be that bad at hiding it.

It was only obvious to her because she'd gone through pretty much (not exactly, not anymore) the same thing herself.

Title: An Uneasy Companion
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, takes place during Season 1.
Summary: Nine kind of wishes that he could have made life on board the TARDIS a little easier for his new companion. It was just his luck that his first adventure with her happened to involve the last remaining Dalek in the universe (The symbolism of Adam, I think is lycoris' idea originally, but I can't remember).



He'd never had a companion with political legitimacy before.

Harriet had been surprisingly quiet as she stepped on board the TARDIS -he could have left her to lead the country, but according to what little he knew of his history, she wasn't supposed to lead the country just yet (there had been something about her taking control after the demise of President Winters, which hadn't happened yet) so he decided, where better to give her some experience in alien encounters and life-or-death decisions than right there on the TARDIS with them- and while she'd been as helpful as possible (meaning that she hadn't allowed herself to be killed on the first adventure, which made her more useful than some of his previous companions), the fact that she was travelling with an alien and a woman young enough to be her daughter did seem to make her a little uneasy.

It was a shame that they had came up against the only Dalek still in existence as part of her first trip with him, however, as not only was he hoping to show her (and Rose) that there were good aliens out there, but they both also had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing the more vicious part of his personality come out for a visit.

Rose had taken it in her stride, but Harriet kept giving him slightly worried looks and writing things down on her notepad -she'd explained it as a memoir, added that, at her age, she couldn't afford to forget anything and he'd smiled and pointed out that he was more than 900 years old (because, for all of the time he had spent around humans, he'll still never understand how they live less than 100 years and still manage to finish anything, he's not sure that he'd know where to begin if he knew that he only had a short lifespan in which to do everything) and she'd smiled back and said that he looked good for his age and they'd dropped the conversation there- and he may have to promise her that he wasn't going to snap and do something that would lead to her (or Rose's) untimely death.

The person that they had picked up in Utah -he'd called himself Adam, and the Doctor is wondering if this is becoming a bit symbolic, with him and Rose as Adam and Eve, Harriet playing either Lilith or God and him tempting them all with the knowledge that there's life outside their own little world.

But of course, this would make him the villain of the whole thing, and he had enough guilt on his conscience without being responsible for that as well.


Title: The Beginning
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for both OotP and DH, ties into both the Ninth Day of the DA and 'The Returnee'.
Summary: Anthony can see the symmetry. He just wishes that he could see the point.



The three of them were almost inseparable.

Almost.

If he screwed his eyes shut and imagined hard enough, it was just like the old DA, with two of them busy with girlfriends and the other left on his own, objecting to the racket.

Except...Michael wouldn't be objecting, because that would have implied that he was there to object. And Anthony had seen his body -both him and Terry had always been slightly envious of Michael's charm and good looks, and now he was dead and both of them were still alive, and it wasn't fair since he knew that Michael had been a better duellist than Anthony himself was, that he was only alive because Professor Trelawney had hit his attacker with a crystal ball (he needed to compliment her on her aim at some point, because that was really awesome) allowing him chance to pick up his wand from where it had been knocked out of his hand and hex the bastard with as much force as he could- so he couldn't even imply that.

He saw Susan (please don't say that Terry's dead too, because Potter's victory isn't worth the deaths of both of his best friends and Anthony's still sceptical as to whether it was even worth Michael's death, for that matter) but she was looking for Terry as well, and he passed his worry off as being concerned for Daphne, since she's better at worrying about Terry than he is (he still remembers back in fifth year, when the rest of Ravenclaw were siding with Marietta over the DA, that Susan talked Ernie and Justin into letting the three of them stay in Hufflepuff, and had been willing to let Padma and Luna stay in her room, but they hadn't been interested, until it all blew over because she didn't want to see any of them hurt because they were more loyal than everyone else in their House and Anthony had proceeded to warn Terry that if he scorned that one, there wouldn't be a single place in the world, Muggle or Wizarding, that she wouldn't eventually track him down) so he might as well leave it to her.

A few minutes went by while he helped Seamus carry an unconscious Dean into the Hall and asked one of the Healers to help him, although to be honest, if he was out in the battle without a bloody wand (and yet he lived and Michael didn't, and Anthony thought that was kind of unfair, but such is the way of life, and all that nonsense that defies logic and reason) then he's lucky that he's only unconscious. And then he saw Daphne (her robes are barely recognisable as Slytherin green anymore, but he's aware that his own robes are hardly the shade of blue that they were this morning either) and waved to get her attention.

Maybe they could still get that trip to Hogsmeade that they'd agreed to -after all, he hated to let down a pretty lady, and he had almost promised her that they'd go- after all.


Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for everything but the Secret Reports, may be AU (because Minamimoto defies you radians and your inferior perception!)
Summary: Uzuki wanted a promotion. This was not how she expected to get it.



By the time Uzuki woke up, the post of Conductor of Shibuya had been vacated.

She woke up in Udagawa -she didn't remember going to sleep there, but there's no timer on the back of her hand, and her wings are still in one vaguely useless piece, so she hasn't been shoved back into the game- with bruises absolutely everywhere and the biggest headache that she had ever had.

"Hey, Uzuki. Nice of you to wake up."

Fine, make that the second biggest headache that she had ever had. Kariya looked in even worse shape than she felt -like an elephant Noise had thrown him into some electricity pylons and then tried to stamp on him a few times- but to her slight amusement, he was still holding that damned lollipop.

"What happened?" She remembered fighting the two Players at Towa Records, talking about the O-Pins, promising to make Shibuya a better place -there had been some pain and then she couldn't feel anything, as if someone had injected her with anaesthetic. Everything went red and then she woke up.

"Don't know yet. I tried phoning the Iron Coward, but her phone doesn't seem to be working. Or she's been Erased." He looked rather nonchalant about the prospect, particularly as she knew (and he probably knew that she knew) that Ms Konishi had been his original partner, back when he was a Player (and Uzuki herself hadn't died yet). Then again, all of the interaction between the pair of them that she had seen suggested that the pair of them despised each other -with Konishi being even more icily polite than usual, and Kariya trying to humiliate her by forcing her to lose her temper at him- and he had been furious (more so than Uzuki, who had just considered it part of the job) when he had found out that she had tricked them with the fake Rhyme Pin, so maybe he actually didn't care that she might have been Erased.

The Shibuya that they woke up to was a mess.

They found a few Wall Reapers -in similar shapes to the pair of Harriers, but still out cold- at Shibu-Q Heads, but there weren't nearly as many as there should have been (and Uzuki started to have the horrible suspicion that every part of Shibuya would turn out to be the same way), and Konishi was nowhere to be found.

To her surprise, Kariya insisted on going to Cat Street, since there didn't seem to be any Players around anymore, and he really wanted a coffee (she thought that he was lying on that last one, because she's never seen him drink coffee before, but she let it slide). Once in the cafe (which was open, for once), he spent more time talking to the owner (where has she seen him before?) than actually buying the drink. She couldn't hear what they were talking about, but she heard Conductor Kitaniji being mentioned a few times.

"Tell Phones and Beat that we said hi, aight? 'Cause I know that you're going to see them before we do." After Hanekoma had chuckled and agreed, Kariya came back with a drink in each hand. After passing one to Uzuki, he sighed.

"Looks like you might get your wish."

"Oh?"

"According to Hanekoma, apart from Minamimoto, who's going to need some time off to recover from the glitches that he caused in his Data when he came back as Taboo Noise, we're the two highest ranking Reapers in Shibuya."

She almost choked on her coffee. She had waited for two years to hear him say that, but she hadn't expected it to be under these circumstances.

"WHAT?!"

"The way he tells it, the Conductor and the Composer were playing a Game, with the whole of Shibuya at stake..."


Title: The Cycle
Fandom: Battle Royale II
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to the beach scene, will make very little sense to even most people who have watched the movie (although, that's hardly surprising, is it?)
Summary: Oddly enough, Shintaro had promised her that he wouldn't do this to her.



She couldn't believe this.

He'd promised her that history wouldn't repeat itself, that he wouldn't be like that (and she doesn't want to think about it but she can't not once the connection's been made between the two) that he wouldn't die and leave her all on her own. He had lied to her.

Just her father. Just like all of the others.

And now she was on a boat -Mukai was sat next to her trying to cheer her up, to console her, but she was past that, she didn't want to be cheered up, or to be consoled, she just wanted to be allowed to shut the entire universe out (because this always happened when she let people in, they always left or died and she'd be left to regret it afterwards)- and then the terrorists started firing and she tried to look away.

It saved her life, but she didn't see it.

She didn't see anything.

And when her boat blew up, less than ten minutes later, she's very slightly relieved. At least that means that no-one else will lie to her.


Title: The Police Box to Nowhere
Fandom: Crossover, Battle Royale (movie)/Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for pretty much all of the movie (except the ending), AU and having seen only a little of the Seventh Doctor.
Summary: The Doctor is feeling lonely. There are three Japanese students on a small island who will change that.



The TARDIS lands.

When the Doctor walked out to get his dimensional bearings -because he was trying to fix the chameleon circuit and he may have ended up tinkering with the engines while he was there (as not all parallel universes had to involve evil versions of his companions, necessarily)- the first thing that he saw was the truck filled with various explosives.

It reminded him of Ace for a moment -he wondered how she's doing back on Gallifrey. Maybe he should visit her soon, after all, he had promised that he would keep in touch when he left her- except the voices were definitely not female. There were three of them, all very excited and they were all speaking late 20th-early 21st Japanese.

"Excuse me."

One of them pointed a gun at his head, while the other two continued to load up the truck and he wondered just what the three of them were planning to do with that truck full of explosives. They were crude -he'd expect that the three of them had only barely finished making them- but there was enough to destroy a large building.

"The communications should still be down, right? So they can't hear what he's reporting to them?" The taller of the two unarmed humans questioned, a slightly worried tone to his voice, and the boy with the gun winked at him.

"My virus worked perfectly. They can't hear or see a thing outside of the school. Besides...I don't remember seeing him in the classroom. And he doesn't look like a soldier to me." To the Doctor, he added, "I'm going to lower the gun now. If you make any sudden movements...well, we'll have to see what happens."

And then the gunfire broke out.

The two unarmed boys -because now he could see them clearly, he doubted that any of them were much older than fifteen- ran for cover behind the truck. The gunman yelled at them that they were idiots, that if 'that transfer kid' fired at the truck, they'd both go up with it.

He shouldn't have done what he did next.

But...it has been an awfully long time since he had more than one companion (he couldn't count the brief adventure he went on with both Mel and Ace, since all three of them had known that it would be Mel's last) and if he did go to visit Ace, she might like the fact that he had found someone in the myriad dimensions who seemed to be as interested in explosives as she was.

So he invited all three of them aboard, removed the odd looking tracking devices from around their necks and the four of them went on their way together, leaving a very confused Kiriyama behind wondering where his next three victims had gone.


Title: The Best Laid Plans
Fandom: Battle Royale II
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to the beach scene, ties into 'Deceiving By Appearances' (Day 1)
Summary: He hadn't planned any of this. How could he?
Notes: I started with Tetsuya, so I decided to finish with him too. Thank you for all of the kind words, the opportunity to read new fic (everything I've read has been amazing, and the chance to write in fandoms that I haven't tried before. :D



For all of the promises of revenge, the cultivation of the attitude and even the damned haircut (which, six months later, Tetsuya still thought was a bad idea); he'd missed one tiny little issue with his plan.

Most of his plans hadn't generally involved him being fifteen when it was actually his turn to do something. Or that he'd be connected by collar to the most annoying girl that he'd ever met, or that two of their classmates were lying dead on the floor back in a classroom on the mainland. He hadn't much liked Fukuda, and he had hated Makimura (the preachy attitude was bad enough, but if he had tried to set his pet psycho on them again -either of them, since both Shibaki and Aoi covered the bill- Tetsuya would have had to kick him. Preferably while wearing spiked trainers, probably stolen from Maezono -since his own spikes were worn out and his roommate had been the type to keep spares), but...he hadn't wanted them dead.

And then the boats had started to explode.

Twelve people, all dead in the space of about five minutes (and he couldn't help but look to see if the others are okay, Kurosawa's in the same boat, but he didn't think he could handle seeing any of the other three die and -get a grip, Shimura, for fuck's sake, what kind of violent delinquent are you if you can't even handle this?- but they seemed to be fine).

They landed on the beach.

There was running and over the explosions of the mortars, he heard gunfire and he thought that he heard Maezono screaming (if he doesn't look around, he could pretend it didn't happen, because he should have planned for this and he didn't and that made it his fault as much as Nanahara's) and then Shioda's running back towards the boats (what is she doing? This isn't the type of beach trip where she can get away with that without being shot) and he had to run after her, but he couldn't catch her (because even if he hadn't been a heavy smoker, she was the fastest girl in the damned class and he was never that good at running) and then...
And then the explosion hit. Right next to him. And it burned all over and he knew that his planning skills were worth absolutely fuck-all in the real world.

But, for all of the pain, he didn't regret a thing. If he regretted promising to avenge his father, then this would mean that he regretted coming to Shikanotoride and meeting so many new people. And he didn't, so he couldn't regret it.

Although...he did sort of regret not putting a damned leash on his partner.

He should have planned that.