Pair of fics that I found on my computer and never posted...
Title: The Last Man Standing...
Fandom: Battle Royale II
Characters: Ryo Kurosawa, flashback cameos by Naoki Jo, Tetsuya Shimura, Kenji Maezono and Jun Nanami.
Claim: General.
Prompt: Ten of Swords
Word Count: 730 words.
Rating: 15/T/PG-13.
Warnings: Character death, quite a lot of violence and some mentions of possible alcohol abuse by a minor. Oh, and spoilers for a significant minority of the movie.
Before this, he wouldn't have thought that Nanahara could have possibly taken anything else from him, that his life could have been ruined further. His close family were dead, his remaining aunts and uncles hated him, and there was absolutely nothing that he could do to fix it.
So he hadn't tried. He'd got into fight after fight, with no purpose other than to get away from the fact that he felt responsible for it. Because he lived, while they died. And if he had been thinking straight -but he hadn't, not since Christmas- he'd know that there was absolutely nothing that he could have done to stop them from going to the buildings on that day, even if he had guessed that something bad would happen if they did.
After one particularly vicious fight, he'd been sent to the 'loser school'. And most of the people there had fitted the description.
Most of them.
Not all. He hadn't expected to make any allies there, never mind meet anyone that was like him. And they were. For all that they were all completely different in terms of personality -not that anyone else had ever noticed- they were all broken in a similar way. Jo hid it under cynicism, Nanami under his amorality, Maezono hid it by not saying anything to anyone unless he absolutely had to and Shimura hid under the fact that no-one would even approach him if they wanted to keep living, but it didn't matter.
It also never mattered that they probably weren't the best friends in the world either.
Whenever they had tried to have an actual conversation, there had been a massive argument, usually ending up with Maezono going out to wherever the fuck he went after arguments (he had heard more than a few rumours that people had seen someone that looked remarkably like Maezono in the arcade playing DDR in the early hours of the morning, but the mental images involved were too unbelievable, even if it was true, so he had ignored it), Shimura leaving to his now empty room, Nanami climbing out of the window to slip out the back way and get drunk and Jo taking a couple of painkillers for a headache and passing out on his bed.
Or Kurosawa's bed, depending on which was closest.
That had just been the arguments that involved all five of them. He had argued with Jo several times over how exactly they planned to get their revenge -Jo wanted to finish high school first, while he would have been happy leaving Shikanotoride halfway through the school year to hunt down Nanahara on his own- and he had lost track of the number of times that he'd heard an argument, usually followed by the crunch of someone's face hitting the wall from the next room.
Once, after Shimura had found and torn up an old picture of Maezono's from before Shinjuku, there had been a fight that everyone in the school had heard and both of them had been sent to the hospital for about a week. It had taken a further month for the pair of them to clean the last bloodstains from the walls and the furniture. Takeuchi had also given them detention for a year, which had been pointless as neither of them would have ever turned up for it.
And then they'd put all of the bloodstains back in the room the next night when Maezono had 'accidentally' snapped one of Shimura's model planes in half, which had led to another fight, another hospital trip and another year's worth of detention. After that, the pair of them had settled down slightly, although they had still argued a lot.
But despite the fact that each of them had secretly disliked the other four; despite the fact that Jo and Nanami had wanted to go back to their old schools, Maezono had actually wanted to return to the rugby team -although it had taken a lot of alcohol to get him to say that, and even more to say that to him- and Shimura...he had never had any idea what Shimura actually wanted; despite all of that, they had still been, for lack of a better word, his friends.
And Nanahara had decided to take them too.
But this time, Kurosawa Ryo was in a position to do something about it.
Title: Fatalistic Inevitability
Fandom: Battle Royale II
Characters: Haruka Kuze.
Claim: General.
Prompt: Strength.
Word Count: 342 words.
Rating: 12/T/PG-13
Warnings: Character death and spoilers for about half of the movie.
I'm going to die.
From the moment that we were forced into uniforms, almost three days ago, I have been trying to come to terms with the fact that, even if everyone else escapes, I am still going to die. Even if the terrorists didn't get me, even if the soldiers don't get me, I don't even have until the end of the week to live.
I've always considered my 'problem' no more than an incidental genetic annoyance. I have to watch what I eat and take regular injections. Compared to the problems that some of the class suffered with -not least the fact that at least half of them needed anger management, and several were almost sadistic in the way that they took their anger out on the rest of us- I've always considered myself kind of lucky because I'm not that abnormal.
And now it's almost over. Most of the people I wished that I had taken more time to know are dead by now. Some of them are dead because they chose to die, and as well as killing themselves, were willing to sacrifice their partners as well. I'm not sure that I could have ever done that. Who am I to decide whether or not he died? I don't see myself as having that right.
I don't believe anyone should have that right.
Some people died because their partners panicked. Okay, I'm fairly sure that if Shioda hadn't freaked out on the beach, Shimura would probably only have lived a few more hours anyway -and I'm determined not to say 'good riddance', even though I thought that he made Kurosawa and Nanami look friendly-, but Urabe and Totsuka would probably have gone along with what their friends wanted. They would have lived, at least for a little while and they never got that chance.
I don't have to worry about that. If Haruya dies, it won't be my fault. I know that.
Fandom: Battle Royale II
Characters: Ryo Kurosawa, flashback cameos by Naoki Jo, Tetsuya Shimura, Kenji Maezono and Jun Nanami.
Claim: General.
Prompt: Ten of Swords
Word Count: 730 words.
Rating: 15/T/PG-13.
Warnings: Character death, quite a lot of violence and some mentions of possible alcohol abuse by a minor. Oh, and spoilers for a significant minority of the movie.
Before this, he wouldn't have thought that Nanahara could have possibly taken anything else from him, that his life could have been ruined further. His close family were dead, his remaining aunts and uncles hated him, and there was absolutely nothing that he could do to fix it.
So he hadn't tried. He'd got into fight after fight, with no purpose other than to get away from the fact that he felt responsible for it. Because he lived, while they died. And if he had been thinking straight -but he hadn't, not since Christmas- he'd know that there was absolutely nothing that he could have done to stop them from going to the buildings on that day, even if he had guessed that something bad would happen if they did.
After one particularly vicious fight, he'd been sent to the 'loser school'. And most of the people there had fitted the description.
Most of them.
Not all. He hadn't expected to make any allies there, never mind meet anyone that was like him. And they were. For all that they were all completely different in terms of personality -not that anyone else had ever noticed- they were all broken in a similar way. Jo hid it under cynicism, Nanami under his amorality, Maezono hid it by not saying anything to anyone unless he absolutely had to and Shimura hid under the fact that no-one would even approach him if they wanted to keep living, but it didn't matter.
It also never mattered that they probably weren't the best friends in the world either.
Whenever they had tried to have an actual conversation, there had been a massive argument, usually ending up with Maezono going out to wherever the fuck he went after arguments (he had heard more than a few rumours that people had seen someone that looked remarkably like Maezono in the arcade playing DDR in the early hours of the morning, but the mental images involved were too unbelievable, even if it was true, so he had ignored it), Shimura leaving to his now empty room, Nanami climbing out of the window to slip out the back way and get drunk and Jo taking a couple of painkillers for a headache and passing out on his bed.
Or Kurosawa's bed, depending on which was closest.
That had just been the arguments that involved all five of them. He had argued with Jo several times over how exactly they planned to get their revenge -Jo wanted to finish high school first, while he would have been happy leaving Shikanotoride halfway through the school year to hunt down Nanahara on his own- and he had lost track of the number of times that he'd heard an argument, usually followed by the crunch of someone's face hitting the wall from the next room.
Once, after Shimura had found and torn up an old picture of Maezono's from before Shinjuku, there had been a fight that everyone in the school had heard and both of them had been sent to the hospital for about a week. It had taken a further month for the pair of them to clean the last bloodstains from the walls and the furniture. Takeuchi had also given them detention for a year, which had been pointless as neither of them would have ever turned up for it.
And then they'd put all of the bloodstains back in the room the next night when Maezono had 'accidentally' snapped one of Shimura's model planes in half, which had led to another fight, another hospital trip and another year's worth of detention. After that, the pair of them had settled down slightly, although they had still argued a lot.
But despite the fact that each of them had secretly disliked the other four; despite the fact that Jo and Nanami had wanted to go back to their old schools, Maezono had actually wanted to return to the rugby team -although it had taken a lot of alcohol to get him to say that, and even more to say that to him- and Shimura...he had never had any idea what Shimura actually wanted; despite all of that, they had still been, for lack of a better word, his friends.
And Nanahara had decided to take them too.
But this time, Kurosawa Ryo was in a position to do something about it.
Title: Fatalistic Inevitability
Fandom: Battle Royale II
Characters: Haruka Kuze.
Claim: General.
Prompt: Strength.
Word Count: 342 words.
Rating: 12/T/PG-13
Warnings: Character death and spoilers for about half of the movie.
I'm going to die.
From the moment that we were forced into uniforms, almost three days ago, I have been trying to come to terms with the fact that, even if everyone else escapes, I am still going to die. Even if the terrorists didn't get me, even if the soldiers don't get me, I don't even have until the end of the week to live.
I've always considered my 'problem' no more than an incidental genetic annoyance. I have to watch what I eat and take regular injections. Compared to the problems that some of the class suffered with -not least the fact that at least half of them needed anger management, and several were almost sadistic in the way that they took their anger out on the rest of us- I've always considered myself kind of lucky because I'm not that abnormal.
And now it's almost over. Most of the people I wished that I had taken more time to know are dead by now. Some of them are dead because they chose to die, and as well as killing themselves, were willing to sacrifice their partners as well. I'm not sure that I could have ever done that. Who am I to decide whether or not he died? I don't see myself as having that right.
I don't believe anyone should have that right.
Some people died because their partners panicked. Okay, I'm fairly sure that if Shioda hadn't freaked out on the beach, Shimura would probably only have lived a few more hours anyway -and I'm determined not to say 'good riddance', even though I thought that he made Kurosawa and Nanami look friendly-, but Urabe and Totsuka would probably have gone along with what their friends wanted. They would have lived, at least for a little while and they never got that chance.
I don't have to worry about that. If Haruya dies, it won't be my fault. I know that.