Not a Christmas fic...
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canonical_insanity...just something that I've been working on. Another one of my fics with an implied pairing that no-one (with the possible exception of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toukan_hime) would ever write.
Story Name: Friends are for life, even if they do lose their way...
Story Genre: Battle Royale II
Story Rating: T/PG-13
Summary: 'And the fact that he was sharing a campsite with two people that probably wouldn’t have hesitated to kick his tonsils down his throat back at Shikanotoride, one of which was being unnecessarily evasive about himself.'
Pairings: Maezono Kenji/Kasai Osamu and Shibaki Masami/Sakurai Haruya.
Disclaimer: ...I own pretty much nothing. Lyrics from ‘Seize the Day’ by Avenged Sevenfold.
A/N: ...Why do I have the urge to write these pairings? AU, because four people survived who shouldn’t have. Continuity-wise, this would never happen. Mostly because it would require Shioda Sanae to survive up to the water scene, which, considering how much of a scaredy-cat she was in canon, doesn’t seem likely. Sequel? Yes, probably.
‘I found you here,
Now please just stay for a while,
I can move on with you around.’
They set up camp somewhere near a river. He thinks that they’re somewhere in China, but geography was never his strong point. Besides, it’s not like he’d ever been taught the quickest way to Afghanistan from Sentan Island.
He can’t remember who’s turn it is to cook tonight. He hopes it isn’t Shibaki, since last time he cooked, both Sakurai and Aoi had food poisoning and threw up almost non-stop for a day and a half. Which wasn’t fun for the rest of them.
They still haven’t gotten all of the smell out of the car.
To his relief, Shibaki was nowhere near their fire when he returned to camp. In fact, no-one was. There was a pan with what looked like teriyaki cooking in it and a chopping board with a small and rather battered knife on it, but no people.
"Hello? You know, you shouldn’t leave food while it’s cooking. You might burn it."
"Is it burning?"
Maezono, looking like he’d tried to drown himself in the river, wanders over to the fire and starts stirring the contents of the pan. Once he’d managed to convince himself that it wasn’t burning and they were actually going to eat something that wouldn’t poison them tonight, he takes a battered packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and offers one to him.
"No, thanks. I don’t smoke."
"Really? I thought everyone in our class smoked. Ok, except Shintaro, but he had a tendency to tell us off about getting lung-cancer."
He notices that Maezono called Makimura by his given name and not, as their social positions would suggest, by that of his family. So either he was being deliberately disrespectful to the dead or there had been more to their social relationship than he had seen from his six months in the class.
"Maezono, who exactly do you mean by ‘us’? Because while I can imagine Makimura storming up to your little gang and saying that, I doubt Kurosawa would have let him get away with it. At least, not in one piece."
"Point taken. Ryo could be a bit like that sometimes...ok, all of the time." He amends, catching Kasai’s disbelieving look and continues.
"But, while it is quite a funny mental image, it wasn’t what I meant. You transferred in after it happened, so you wouldn’t know, but it isn’t like the five of us were born with leather jackets on and cigarettes in our mouths. Although, that’s also a funny mental image, isn’t it? And this is almost done now, so if you’ll get the others, I’ll serve up dinner."
"Alright. And don’t think this conversation’s finished, just because you decided to change the subject. I am going to find out who you really are. Count on it."
Masami Shibaki prodded his food cautiously. It looked safe enough to eat, but looks weren’t everything. Especially if he didn’t trust the cook. He glanced over to Haruya Sakurai, who was cheerfully eating his dinner in silence, and muttered.
"Haruya, are you sure this isn’t poison? After all, how well do you trust Maezono not to try and kill us all?"
"Masami, if Kenji was going to poison the food, I doubt he’d eat it. Or let Shimura eat it, for that matter. Besides, you don’t really get to criticise anyone’s cooking. Not after the last time we let you cook."
"I suppose that’s a point. There’s one thing I don’t get though. Why do you refer to Maezono as if he was your friend?" Sakurai’s smile is secretive, and from the other side of the fire, Kasai listens for any clue that he can get towards understanding who the person is under the attitude.
"Because, Masami, friends are for life, even if they do lose their way."
"Haruya, stop quoting Shintaro and answer the fucking question!" Sakurai, still flashing a smile, gives Shibaki an innocent look.
"But I did answer your question, Masami. It isn’t my fault that you don’t understand the answer. Besides, if you really wanted to know that badly, you’d ask Kenji yourself, wouldn‘t you?" With that, Sakurai finishes his bowl and goes into the tent he shared with Shibaki.
He smiles. Shibaki may not have picked up on Sakurai’s answer, but he had. It wasn’t as much evidence as he might have liked, but it was enough to at least speculate on some of the unexplained relationships in the class. Even if he didn’t have any clear facts yet.
He shares a tent with Aoi. He supposes it could be worse, although as he listens to the other’s snoring, he can’t imagine how. Then it hits him.
Out of a class of forty-two people, only they were left. Unless you counted the three girls that had chosen to leave and go through the tunnel. Fine, Asakura and Kyoko could take care of themselves, no problem. But Shioda? Possibly the most emotionally unstable girl in the class at the best of times, -okay, excluding Ikeda, who was now a few ashes on a deserted and half-blown up island by now- he couldn’t see her coping well with their difficult situation.
What had happened to the rest of them was worse. Much, much worse. And possibly the only thing that could make the chainsaw noises Aoi was currently making bearable.
And the fact that he was sharing a campsite with two people that probably wouldn’t have hesitated to kick his tonsils down his throat back at Shikanotoride, one of which was being unnecessarily evasive about himself.
He wakes up the next morning to find Aoi still asleep and a heated argument going on outside.
"This is all your fault! You and Kurosawa and your fucking cause! You are why we’re in this mess!"
"So how the fuck does Makimura dying become my fault, Shibaki?! If you’re going to claim that it’s all mine and Kurosawa’s fault, what did we have to do with that?! Or the boats? Or Ikeda being scared and dooming Urabe? In fact, as I remember, Kurosawa was making attempts to get her back to safety as much as you were! So it wasn’t all our fault!"
He’s never heard Shimura yelling before. Neither, apparently has Shibaki, as he steps back slightly in response to Shimura’s outburst. Not for long though, and both, not even noticing that he’s there, continue their argument. He shakes his head.
Some people can be so immature sometimes.
"Yeah, I know."
He hadn’t realised that he’d said it out loud. He turns around to find Maezono, his back to him, folding up the tent that he shared with Shimura. But it isn’t the fact that he’d accidentally called the other’s best friend immature that renders him speechless.
Maezono wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt?
He forces his eyes away from the gang member, just as he turned around. Casting a quick look over to the squabbling pair, Maezono unconsciously echoes Kasai’s gesture, shaking his head and scowling.
"Since Tetsu and Shibaki are having a lovers spat, why don’t you help me tidy up?"
"But...Shibaki’s with Sakurai, isn’t he?"
He says it almost without thinking. Because Shibaki was with Sakurai and in more ways than one too. Everyone had known that, or at least heard rumours about it, due to Shibaki’s exhibitionist and carefree nature. Then again, the same people that had insisted that Shibaki and Sakurai were together had also claimed to see several things that just wouldn’t happen in real life. Like Kitano and Kurosawa having dinner together.
So maybe not. Still, it catches Maezono off guard for a moment.
"...Probably is. But if I remember rightly, Haruya hates early mornings, so he’d be still in bed and Aoi’s snoring woke me up, so he’s still asleep too, I think. Unless it was your snoring that woke me up, but I doubt it."
He shakes his head. He doesn’t think that he snores, or at least if he does, he’s never heard anyone complain about it.
"If you think it’s bad, try having to sleep in the same tent as him. Fucking hell, he should be gagged at night.”
"And he should be blindfolded pretty much all of the time, to protect us from having to see his eyes bulge out. I mean, if they were anywhere resembling normal, those eyes should have popped out of their sockets by now. He’s like..."
"...A cartoon character." They finish the sentence in unison.
The ‘cartoon character’ in question emerges from his tent moments later to yell at Shibaki and Shimura, who were still arguing, making him try to conceal a laugh behind his hand. He looks over to Maezono, who seems torn between enjoying the morning’s ‘entertainment’ and kicking some sense into all of them.
"You didn’t answer my question last night."
"Which one? The one that you said, or the one that you meant?"
"Is there a difference?"
"Well, the one that you said was ‘who do you mean by us?’ but I think that the one that you meant was a bit more like ‘what were you before you became a revenge-crazed bastard?’. At least, it looked that way from my point of view."
"And no," a quick smile flashes across his face at Kasai’s worried glance, "I’m not going to get into a fight with you if you stop skirting around and actually ask me. Although, if you ask Tetsu, he probably would. Mostly because he doesn’t like you, but there’s something else too."
"And you changed the subject again. Evasive much, Maezono?"
"I’m trying to make a point here. Since this is possibly the longest conversation without swearing that I’ve had for about a year, it’d make me feel better if you stop making comments and let me get on with it. Anyway, getting back to my not-so-random tangent, I don’t think the others actually could remember who they were before Shinjuku. Possible exception of Naoki, but he was nearly impossible to predict. I can remember, so I don’t get pissed if people ask me."
"As for the answer? As well as what it has to do with Sakurai?"
"I should have thought it was obvious by now. Are you sure that you aren’t an idiot?"
Starting to walk off, Maezono calls back from over his shoulder.
"And stop taking advantage of the fact that I’m not wearing a shirt! I know that you’re staring!"
That was the last straw, as both of them start laughing, drawing annoyed looks from Aoi, Shimura and Shibaki, who assumed that they were laughing at them. Finally, Kasai manages to answer between laughs.
"It’s not like I wanted you to notice that I was staring! Which I wasn’t, for your information!"
"Sure you weren’t. And Shibaki and Haruya didn’t have sex last night either, right?"
On that note, he moves off to load the tent into the car, leaving Kasai just as confused and more than a little freaked out.
I had a conversation with Maezono that didn’t involve him trying to kill me. And my life just got that bit more weird...
toukan_hime) would ever write.Story Name: Friends are for life, even if they do lose their way...
Story Genre: Battle Royale II
Story Rating: T/PG-13
Summary: 'And the fact that he was sharing a campsite with two people that probably wouldn’t have hesitated to kick his tonsils down his throat back at Shikanotoride, one of which was being unnecessarily evasive about himself.'
Pairings: Maezono Kenji/Kasai Osamu and Shibaki Masami/Sakurai Haruya.
Disclaimer: ...I own pretty much nothing. Lyrics from ‘Seize the Day’ by Avenged Sevenfold.
A/N: ...Why do I have the urge to write these pairings? AU, because four people survived who shouldn’t have. Continuity-wise, this would never happen. Mostly because it would require Shioda Sanae to survive up to the water scene, which, considering how much of a scaredy-cat she was in canon, doesn’t seem likely. Sequel? Yes, probably.
‘I found you here,
Now please just stay for a while,
I can move on with you around.’
They set up camp somewhere near a river. He thinks that they’re somewhere in China, but geography was never his strong point. Besides, it’s not like he’d ever been taught the quickest way to Afghanistan from Sentan Island.
He can’t remember who’s turn it is to cook tonight. He hopes it isn’t Shibaki, since last time he cooked, both Sakurai and Aoi had food poisoning and threw up almost non-stop for a day and a half. Which wasn’t fun for the rest of them.
They still haven’t gotten all of the smell out of the car.
To his relief, Shibaki was nowhere near their fire when he returned to camp. In fact, no-one was. There was a pan with what looked like teriyaki cooking in it and a chopping board with a small and rather battered knife on it, but no people.
"Hello? You know, you shouldn’t leave food while it’s cooking. You might burn it."
"Is it burning?"
Maezono, looking like he’d tried to drown himself in the river, wanders over to the fire and starts stirring the contents of the pan. Once he’d managed to convince himself that it wasn’t burning and they were actually going to eat something that wouldn’t poison them tonight, he takes a battered packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and offers one to him.
"No, thanks. I don’t smoke."
"Really? I thought everyone in our class smoked. Ok, except Shintaro, but he had a tendency to tell us off about getting lung-cancer."
He notices that Maezono called Makimura by his given name and not, as their social positions would suggest, by that of his family. So either he was being deliberately disrespectful to the dead or there had been more to their social relationship than he had seen from his six months in the class.
"Maezono, who exactly do you mean by ‘us’? Because while I can imagine Makimura storming up to your little gang and saying that, I doubt Kurosawa would have let him get away with it. At least, not in one piece."
"Point taken. Ryo could be a bit like that sometimes...ok, all of the time." He amends, catching Kasai’s disbelieving look and continues.
"But, while it is quite a funny mental image, it wasn’t what I meant. You transferred in after it happened, so you wouldn’t know, but it isn’t like the five of us were born with leather jackets on and cigarettes in our mouths. Although, that’s also a funny mental image, isn’t it? And this is almost done now, so if you’ll get the others, I’ll serve up dinner."
"Alright. And don’t think this conversation’s finished, just because you decided to change the subject. I am going to find out who you really are. Count on it."
Masami Shibaki prodded his food cautiously. It looked safe enough to eat, but looks weren’t everything. Especially if he didn’t trust the cook. He glanced over to Haruya Sakurai, who was cheerfully eating his dinner in silence, and muttered.
"Haruya, are you sure this isn’t poison? After all, how well do you trust Maezono not to try and kill us all?"
"Masami, if Kenji was going to poison the food, I doubt he’d eat it. Or let Shimura eat it, for that matter. Besides, you don’t really get to criticise anyone’s cooking. Not after the last time we let you cook."
"I suppose that’s a point. There’s one thing I don’t get though. Why do you refer to Maezono as if he was your friend?" Sakurai’s smile is secretive, and from the other side of the fire, Kasai listens for any clue that he can get towards understanding who the person is under the attitude.
"Because, Masami, friends are for life, even if they do lose their way."
"Haruya, stop quoting Shintaro and answer the fucking question!" Sakurai, still flashing a smile, gives Shibaki an innocent look.
"But I did answer your question, Masami. It isn’t my fault that you don’t understand the answer. Besides, if you really wanted to know that badly, you’d ask Kenji yourself, wouldn‘t you?" With that, Sakurai finishes his bowl and goes into the tent he shared with Shibaki.
He smiles. Shibaki may not have picked up on Sakurai’s answer, but he had. It wasn’t as much evidence as he might have liked, but it was enough to at least speculate on some of the unexplained relationships in the class. Even if he didn’t have any clear facts yet.
He shares a tent with Aoi. He supposes it could be worse, although as he listens to the other’s snoring, he can’t imagine how. Then it hits him.
Out of a class of forty-two people, only they were left. Unless you counted the three girls that had chosen to leave and go through the tunnel. Fine, Asakura and Kyoko could take care of themselves, no problem. But Shioda? Possibly the most emotionally unstable girl in the class at the best of times, -okay, excluding Ikeda, who was now a few ashes on a deserted and half-blown up island by now- he couldn’t see her coping well with their difficult situation.
What had happened to the rest of them was worse. Much, much worse. And possibly the only thing that could make the chainsaw noises Aoi was currently making bearable.
And the fact that he was sharing a campsite with two people that probably wouldn’t have hesitated to kick his tonsils down his throat back at Shikanotoride, one of which was being unnecessarily evasive about himself.
He wakes up the next morning to find Aoi still asleep and a heated argument going on outside.
"This is all your fault! You and Kurosawa and your fucking cause! You are why we’re in this mess!"
"So how the fuck does Makimura dying become my fault, Shibaki?! If you’re going to claim that it’s all mine and Kurosawa’s fault, what did we have to do with that?! Or the boats? Or Ikeda being scared and dooming Urabe? In fact, as I remember, Kurosawa was making attempts to get her back to safety as much as you were! So it wasn’t all our fault!"
He’s never heard Shimura yelling before. Neither, apparently has Shibaki, as he steps back slightly in response to Shimura’s outburst. Not for long though, and both, not even noticing that he’s there, continue their argument. He shakes his head.
Some people can be so immature sometimes.
"Yeah, I know."
He hadn’t realised that he’d said it out loud. He turns around to find Maezono, his back to him, folding up the tent that he shared with Shimura. But it isn’t the fact that he’d accidentally called the other’s best friend immature that renders him speechless.
Maezono wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt?
He forces his eyes away from the gang member, just as he turned around. Casting a quick look over to the squabbling pair, Maezono unconsciously echoes Kasai’s gesture, shaking his head and scowling.
"Since Tetsu and Shibaki are having a lovers spat, why don’t you help me tidy up?"
"But...Shibaki’s with Sakurai, isn’t he?"
He says it almost without thinking. Because Shibaki was with Sakurai and in more ways than one too. Everyone had known that, or at least heard rumours about it, due to Shibaki’s exhibitionist and carefree nature. Then again, the same people that had insisted that Shibaki and Sakurai were together had also claimed to see several things that just wouldn’t happen in real life. Like Kitano and Kurosawa having dinner together.
So maybe not. Still, it catches Maezono off guard for a moment.
"...Probably is. But if I remember rightly, Haruya hates early mornings, so he’d be still in bed and Aoi’s snoring woke me up, so he’s still asleep too, I think. Unless it was your snoring that woke me up, but I doubt it."
He shakes his head. He doesn’t think that he snores, or at least if he does, he’s never heard anyone complain about it.
"If you think it’s bad, try having to sleep in the same tent as him. Fucking hell, he should be gagged at night.”
"And he should be blindfolded pretty much all of the time, to protect us from having to see his eyes bulge out. I mean, if they were anywhere resembling normal, those eyes should have popped out of their sockets by now. He’s like..."
"...A cartoon character." They finish the sentence in unison.
The ‘cartoon character’ in question emerges from his tent moments later to yell at Shibaki and Shimura, who were still arguing, making him try to conceal a laugh behind his hand. He looks over to Maezono, who seems torn between enjoying the morning’s ‘entertainment’ and kicking some sense into all of them.
"You didn’t answer my question last night."
"Which one? The one that you said, or the one that you meant?"
"Is there a difference?"
"Well, the one that you said was ‘who do you mean by us?’ but I think that the one that you meant was a bit more like ‘what were you before you became a revenge-crazed bastard?’. At least, it looked that way from my point of view."
"And no," a quick smile flashes across his face at Kasai’s worried glance, "I’m not going to get into a fight with you if you stop skirting around and actually ask me. Although, if you ask Tetsu, he probably would. Mostly because he doesn’t like you, but there’s something else too."
"And you changed the subject again. Evasive much, Maezono?"
"I’m trying to make a point here. Since this is possibly the longest conversation without swearing that I’ve had for about a year, it’d make me feel better if you stop making comments and let me get on with it. Anyway, getting back to my not-so-random tangent, I don’t think the others actually could remember who they were before Shinjuku. Possible exception of Naoki, but he was nearly impossible to predict. I can remember, so I don’t get pissed if people ask me."
"As for the answer? As well as what it has to do with Sakurai?"
"I should have thought it was obvious by now. Are you sure that you aren’t an idiot?"
Starting to walk off, Maezono calls back from over his shoulder.
"And stop taking advantage of the fact that I’m not wearing a shirt! I know that you’re staring!"
That was the last straw, as both of them start laughing, drawing annoyed looks from Aoi, Shimura and Shibaki, who assumed that they were laughing at them. Finally, Kasai manages to answer between laughs.
"It’s not like I wanted you to notice that I was staring! Which I wasn’t, for your information!"
"Sure you weren’t. And Shibaki and Haruya didn’t have sex last night either, right?"
On that note, he moves off to load the tent into the car, leaving Kasai just as confused and more than a little freaked out.
I had a conversation with Maezono that didn’t involve him trying to kill me. And my life just got that bit more weird...
