ryoushi_kotaro

FIC: Hallucinations

2006-01-08T14:15:51Z

TITLE: Hallucinations
FANDOM: Battle Royale (Original Characters, Alternate Universe)
PAIRING/S: Shizuru Hanazawa / Ryoushi Kotaro
OTHER CHARACTERS: Eiji Satou, Natsuko Minami, Akemi Isamu, Nao Fuyukyou, Kanaye Yamaguchi
RATING: NC-17 (for sexual theme)
NOTES: The character Ryoushi Kotaro belongs to dreweid, while the others are copyright by their respective owners. Comments and suggestions are also highly appreciated. Also, this is an NC-17 fic, read at your own risk. You have been warned. Fic done mainly for the_crucifix, who owns all rights to the character Shizuru Hanazawa.

Cross-posted to dreweid

Shizuru Hanazawa brought a hand towards her now sunburnt face and sighed. The sun was on its brightest, and while she waved enthusiastically to her eight other friends who were currently basking in the crystal-blue waters, telling them she would join later, she had long decided not to, at least, not until the sun was practically roasting everyone within sight, even her as she retreated farther into the shade of the large beach umbrella Natsuko had brought along.

She had originally decided not to come, settling with the excuse of mountain-like homework and paperwork, but Nao, sensing that she was lying, had finally managed to coax her into joining. Shizuru wasn’t a beach aficionado anyway—she preferred being indoors, but the peer pressure was finally getting into her nerves that she relented. Fukuda meanwhile had scoffed at this, the boy having eavesdropped on her and Nao’s conversation last night on the orphanage telephone. Shizuru had merely stared at him, and walked off, a complete departure from her rather hostile behaviour to the boy on most days.

A pair of drenched toes met her eyesight as she adjusted the sunglasses she had been using as a head band. Looking up, she recognised it as a tanned Akemi Isamu, her sky blue two-piece swimsuit clinging tightly to her shapely body. Shizuru acknowledged her presence by smiling, which the girl returned. Not that she was annoyed or whatnot, Shizuru was just not in the mood to talk or socialise, mainly because of the heat that was starting to irritate her. She had merely watched as Akemi fished out a towel on her own bag, told her to come and join them, and promptly left again, running towards the heat of the sun. Shizuru sighed, and allowed her eyes to travel to the group enjoying the waters. Her eyes, however, had glued itself on a youth that on that time decided to lay his inundated body under the heat of the sun.

But this was no ordinary youth. He was a friend to her--why, they even shared jokes, fought over the simplest things like Yume’s brownies, and attended the same class. The youth who she had been staring at went by the name of Ryoushi Kotaro, and as she continued gazing at his track-trained body, lying in the sand, glistening with mixed sweat and seawater, Shizuru couldn’t understand why she suddenly felt warm inside. It was like an avalanche of sensations, and before she even knew it, her train of thought had transported her to another place.

Ryoushi mumbled incoherently as Shizuru pushed him against the wall, before allowing her lips to claim his. The familiar burn shot throughout his body once again, feeling his arousal, stimulated by the passionate sensations Shizuru was introducing him into. The gym locker rooms were sweltering on that May afternoon, but neither seemed to care. Both were soaked with sweat, but the kiss only deepened, hot and wet, done in a slipshod way that was quite understandable for first-timers. The door was ajar, but neither seemed to care—the desirous burns rushing through their bodies along with the impending danger of the situation only intensified their desires for each other.

Shizuru groaned in protest as the kiss was broken, but not for long. They had switched places, and this time it was Ryoushi who was pinning her against the wall, moving forward and kissing her feverishly. She returned the favour, entwining her tongue with his, exploring each other’s mouths for the first time. She felt his hands roughly caress her back, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra through the thin fabric of her sailor suit, and Shizuru, still kissing the boy, brought her hands on the coat of his navy blue uniform, her fingers resting on the copper buttons that technically denied her access to his body. She fumbled with the first button, and by this time Ryoushi’s hand was already on her hair, rumpling it while his other hand rested against the wall of the locker room.

It took a good thirty seconds for Shizuru to unfasten the first button, and was about to proceed to the next one when an idea struck her mind. Ryoushi moaned in protest as Shizuru’s mouth left his, and was about to grab her head and resume the passionate kissing when Shizuru grabbed hold of his coat collar, and promptly ripped it open. The buttons popped and noisily tumbled on the cemented floor, and Ryoushi could only marvel at the strength Shizuru had just displayed. His usual calm almond eyes was now smoking with lust, and, responding to the action, he shucked off the jacket, throwing it to the bench nearby.

The shirt clung to his sweaty torso, and Shizuru traced her finger on the well-built body that was standing right in front of her. The silver chain that Ryoushi wore had a dog collar as its pendant, and it glistened in the afternoon sun as Shizuru snaked her hands under the shirt Ryoushi was wearing, eliciting another throaty groan from the boy. She noted the well-muscled back and shoulder blades, traced a finger on his spine and felt him shudder. She kissed him once again, and Ryoushi responded with agitated passion, his hands now resting on the edge of her blouse.

Running her fingers on his body, she trailed her long fingers on his chest, feeling Ryoushi’s chest heave up and down as she continued the sensual assault. She earned a throaty growl as she rested a finger against a nipple, grazing it softly before continuing to caress his body, her fingers noting the well-muscled stomach of his, until it rested on his belt buckle. Ryoushi whimpered.

She now felt her blouse come off, and Ryoushi’s hands on her flesh as he slowly stripped her of her clothing. His hands moved on her back, and before she knew it, her bra was now drooping downwards, until she herself grabbed it and tossed it on the floor. She moaned quite loudly as his hands expertly caressed her flesh, eliciting another whimper from her as he tweaked a nipple on his fingers. The familiar burn shot through her body again, and she felt a warm feeling between her legs. It was now obvious—she wanted him.

Their kiss was broken for a split second as Ryoushi stripped off his shirt, revealing a rather well-muscled physique, a testament to his extreme track training. Of course, what could one expect? This was Kouzentaru’s track star after all, and his body certainly didn’t disappoint. The silver necklace hung on his sweaty neck, but Shizuru only had a glimpse of it as Ryoushi conquered her mouth again. She responded fervently, but before she knew it his mouth was now travelling on her earlobe, tickling her ears as she shuddered. Things were indeed getting very heated, and as his mouth went to her neck, she could only rest her hands on his hair as he continued his assault.

Shizuru gasped. The hands that were previously stroking her breasts were now replaced by a hot mouth, swirling a tongue on a nipple before suckling it. She arched her back, enjoying the sensations that she had never felt before. Ryoushi continued suckling, and she now moaned deeply, alternating between whimpers and his name as he continued assaulting her now hardened nipples. She suddenly felt light-headed, and barely noticed it when he lay her down on the nearby wooden bench.

She felt her skirt being taken off, another pair of hands travelling on her legs before the soft fabric of her undergarment was stripped off her, revealing her nakedness. The locker room was scorching, but she shivered at her vulnerability. Shizuru looked up, and saw Ryoushi looking down at him, this time with his eyes lustrous. He was undoing his belt buckle, and Shizuru, reacting to instinct, immediately got up and did it for him. From her angle she could see his stomach heave in and out as she unfastened his belt, undid the clip on his navy blue trousers and pull down his zipper. Her light-headedness overcame her again, and when she looked up, she was met by the sight of an underwear-clad Ryoushi, pushing her down once again on the bench.

He caressed her hair, traced her face with his fingers as he slowly went on top of her. The limited space of the bench proved to be a quandary, but neither seemed to care. Ryoushi, still wearing the silver piece on his neck, removed his underwear, revealing his full naked glory to Shizuru, who was breathless with lust. He placed himself on top of her, still stroking her head and tracing her face with his left hand, before resuming to kissing her, their passionate tongues intertwining with each other, their kiss hot and wet, their mouths responsive.

Shizuru closed her eyes as Ryoushi slowly parted her legs. This was it. No turning back—it was now or never. Being intimate with one of Kouzentaru’s star athletes was dangerous indeed, and the impending danger of the slightly open door proved their vulnerability, but she didn’t care.

She opened her eyes widely as he entered her, and their eyes locked. Their almond eyes seemed to soothe each other, and she winced and felt tears form on her eyes as Ryoushi continued to fully enter her womanhood. He was breathing heavily, and so was she, as he started to push in and pull out.

The necklace moved along with its owner as Ryoushi continued to move in and out, and Shizuru looked like she was enjoying the sensation, moaning quite loudly, wanting for more. He moved on a fast pace, emitting throaty growls as he went. It felt great, and as he continued to have a go he caressed her sweaty face, admiring how beautiful she looked like in ecstasy. Her slightly open mouth emitted moans and whimpers once he pushed in, and her chest heaved in and out as she reacted to the sensations overcoming her.

He was well-endowed indeed, Shizuru took note of this on the first thrust (she felt like his member would rest somewhere on her stomach) and slowly opened her eyes. Ryoushi was staring back at her with gentle passion on his eyes, his perspiring body moving back and forth—emitting moans of pleasure from her. He was a handsome fellow, his jet-black hair now plastered to his skull, the blue highlights of which draped over him like a curtain. His lips were partly open, groaning loudly as he continued the assault, his pale skin now soaked with sweat. Shizuru closed her eyes.

They were now close to the edge, Ryoushi’s movements were now agitated, ferocious like an animal, while Shizuru thrashing and moaning wildly, digging her fingernails on his back. The loud moans and whimpers of two teens in ecstasy were enough to wake the whole institution, but no one turned up. Ryoushi grunted loudly, his pace faster than ever—it was like he was running his most difficult track event yet. He carried on thrusting, and Shizuru kept moaning loudly, calling out his name.

The agitated movements were enough to send them over the edge—Shizuru screaming loudly as passion overwhelmed her, Ryoushi emitting a throaty growl as the pleasure of orgasm overtook him. The calls of names went even louder as they carried on, thrusting in and out, moaning loudly in retrospect.

It seemed to Shizuru that he was calling out her name in ecstasy.

“Shizuru—“

“Shizuru—“

“Shiz—“

“Shizzy? Are you alright?”

Shizuru opened her eyes. The sun was relatively fine to the skin by now, but the one thing she had noticed was that she was now lying on the sand, her hands on her head, panting rather loudly. She looked like what Kyo had referred to as crude pornstars on a low-budget video. Shizuru gave a start—what the hell was she doing in a position like this?

“You okay?”

She reddened. It was Ryoushi who had spoken to her. What a complete idiot of her to find her in such a position. Shizuru mumbled incoherently as she stood up, brushed sand off her skin and bathing suit. Ryoushi offered a hand, and she took it rather bashfully as he helped her sit down. Shizuru turned to her bag, pretending to look for something, while trying to hide her reddening face.

A beach ball tumbled towards them, followed by a yelp. It belonged to Eiji Satou, who chose that time to appear beside Ryoushi. “Ryo!” The smaller boy said in a childlike manner. “Come on, Ryo, Kanaye and me are waiting for you—Oh, right, hi Shizuru!” Eiji grinned. Ryoushi, in retrospect, smiled and ruffled his best friend’s hair.

Shizuru smiled back. “Hey, Eiji.”

“Now come on, Ryo! I’ll wait for you there—Shizuru, join us!” Eiji waved, and left. Shizuru waved back, as well as Ryoushi, and as she made a motion to stand, her thoughts still on the vision that appeared on her sanity earlier, the track star spoke, and then laughed as he took off.

“I’ve never seen you that pleased earlier.”

((OOC: Ok, let's consider this a late Christmas present to Kristin (the_crucifix). Failing that, as I have a bad feeling about the quality of this fic, at least I tried my best. There you go, Kris, though I highly doubt I'd write another smutfic again--this took me three months to write, mind. Anyway, enjoy! ^_^))

Chapter 1

2005-12-22T03:27:21Z

TITLE: The Plot Thickens
RATING: GP
PAIRINGS: None. Original Characters condensed from Version 3 of br_roleplay
NOTES: The characters of Yukie, Sosuke, Satomi and Ryoushi Kotaro are copyright by dreweid, the characters Akemi and Utsumi Isamu, as well as Cho, Shenji and Mura are owned by katiroth, and the character Eiji Satou owned by relm. Characters used with permission.

CHAPTER 1

May 7, 3:15 AM. Somewhere in Tokyo.

“Tokiya, over here, quick. Help me out with this!”

The man called Tokiya ran, nearly dropping the cup of coffee he was enjoying right before his companion arrived. Theirs were the only establishment left open for that night, but with a good excuse—they had received notice that they would be having a patron at this time of night, maybe it was the perky lady who had called them up earlier, for all they know. Tokiya hurried over, and was met by two armed men beside a military truck, his cohort huffing and puffing loudly while hauling something out of the truck.

“Tokiya, I said help me out here!”

The radio was on, he had left it open to keep off his drowsiness, and partly because the winner of the Program was to be announced today. The armed men remained immobile, Tokiya shooting them awkward looks as he assisted Yukio, his companion, extract the quite hefty package from the truck. Having been in this funeral business for five years now, Tokiya was quite used to this—meanwhile, the music from the radio was disrupted by a hurried-sounding man, annotating rather loudly.

"I'm here at Tokyo International Airport, where this year’s winner of Battle Royale is about to be announced! Details are quite sketchy at this moment, all we know is that it's a girl, and that the game came right down to the wire! As usual, students were taken to an undisclosed location where they fought until the end—"

Both men seemed to have frozen on their trail. The Program results had never ceased to amuse them, and it was most probable that the whole country was tuned in to their television or radio sets by now—The body bag they were heaving now lay on a stretcher Tokiya brought with him earlier, and without further ado, the two armed men returned to the truck, and promptly drove away.

"And this just in...this years winner has been reported as having no injuries, an insane feat for any student!"

“Holy shit.” Yukio pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket, and promptly lighted it. “No injuries! A new record, that one would be.”

Tokiya, however, was scrutinising the package—or the body bag, as they call it. There was a tag on the zipper, and, taking it on his calloused hand; he read the tag. Meanwhile, Yukio cursed loudly—the radio died out again, just as the winner’s name was to be announced.

KOTARO RYOUSHI
Boys # 4
Ninth Grade, Class 3B, Kouzentaru Tokyo High
Time of Death 2:35 A.M., May 7

The Program logo was emblazoned on the tag as well. Tokiya pushed the stretcher towards the morgue, and was about to pull the zipper down, just as Yukio followed him on the room, tugging at the surgical gloves he had worn by then. The cigarette was still chomped between his mouth, but neither men didn’t care. Tokiya was now unzipping the bag, and, upon finishing, poked the exposed arm softly.

“Flesh still warm—looks like this is one of the finalists, Yukio. Whatd’ya say?”

Just then, an SUV pulled up right in front of the establishment. The two men hurried to the entrance door, where they were met by a middle-aged woman, with sunglasses on. Normally it would’ve been odd to wear one, especially since the sun was nowhere to be found, but this was no ordinary woman. This woman was Arisu Isamu, a mortician by profession, the owner of the establishment. She nodded to the two men in front of her, and promptly headed to the morgue, where, upon seeing the body, she let out a soft whimper.

Ryo…

Tokiya and Yukio could only watch as Arisu pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, and she started poking the pale flesh, indicating to them the smile that was on the body’s face. Muttering softly as she worked, she heaved a sigh of relief upon noticing the moist lips of the corpse. Good, those bastards still had an ounce of respect for the dead on them. She scrutinised the open wound on the neck, and noticed the burn marks on the area, choking down the urge the cry. She then took out a clipboard, wrote out her findings, including the bloodied track shirt, pants, and muddy shoes, and ordered Tokiya to take the camera from her office.

“B-but madam, the gov—“

“Now.”

Moments later, Arisu’s hand was poised on the camera button, while the two men behind her watched helplessly. He didn’t deserve this. The boy was kind, sweet, gentle. No one deserved to die like this. No one. Without batting an eyelash, Arisu held down the button.

***

May 8, 9:34 AM. Kouzentaru, Tokyo, Japan.

Satomi stared at the bulging folder in front of her. It was torn in different places, completely worn out. The outside was littered by the ‘Confidential’ sign, along with the Program logo. Sosuke had arrived last night, gave her this, and promptly left again. Not that she cared, though. The once lively abode their family lived in now was devoid of any sign of happiness, for a good reason. Her brother—the only boy of the family. Dead, pronounced dead a day ago.

Sighing, she extracted the contents of it, and sat down on the chair in front of the desk. The laptop hummed, resting on the desk as she read the contents of the folder. The room she was in was colored in different shades of blue, signs of disarray all over it—thrown clothes, shoes, even underwear. The bed itself was messy, a track bag lying open on it, books, notepads and pens strewn all over. A tatami mat, however, was lying on the floor, neatly folded. Normally Satomi disliked being here, the paint colored blue and all, but this was no ordinary room.

It was her brother’s room. Ryoushi’s room.

The folder contained the information, file and photos of the recently concluded Program. Satomi could see the class picture, the files of the students—and promptly looked for her brother’s. It was a known fact that the local high school was this year’s host for the Program, and her brother was one of those included. She sighed, peered over the files, and finally saw her brother’s. Pieces of paper were stapled to it, and, leaning over, Satomi started to read.

BATTLE ROYALE CONTESTANTS
Boys # 4

Kotaro Ryoushi

Height: 183 cm (6 ft.)
Weight: 59 kg (130 lb.)
Extra-Curricular Activities: Varsity track team
Primary Talents: Inherent athleticism, leadership skills and trustworthiness
Primary Weakness: Anti-authority tendencies, difficulty in concentration, irritable and straightforward tendencies.
Designated Weapon: Electric Cattle Prod
Pertinent Background: Athletically gifted, possibly the most athletically gifted of all current contestants (ref. Track team). Parents: Yukie, restaurant owner (ref. Kouzentaru business ventures) and Sosuke, former military official (ref. official list of generals of the Republic). Father is known to exert anti-authoritarian tendencies (ref. resignation / rebellion). Belongs to the largest class clique (ref. The Rebels), close friends with Satou Eiji (ref. separate file). Subject suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Conclusion/s: Late elimination due to neutral status in class. Striking features and athleticism may be a factor for subject’s survival. Probable anti-government tendencies if subject survives.

Satomi fought valiantly the urge to cry. Her brother was grinning at him on the photo beside the informations, innocent, unknowing of what would happen to him. The way the file depicted his brother nearly made her vomit. It was like he wasn’t a person at all—just a simple contestant on some silly game. Satomi continued reading the papers stapled on the file.

MAY 5, 4: 23 AM

Kill – Boys # 8 Shubuki Tyojo (lacerations, gouging injuries)

MAY 6, 11:05 AM

Kill – Girls # 1 Akashita Asuka (gunshot and crossbow injuries)

- Kill attempt by Boys # 8 Shubuki Tyojo, fell unconscious after Pub bombing

TIME OF DEATH – 2:35 AM MAY 7 (5TH PLACE OVERALL)

She could only widen her eyes and breathe heavily. So Ryo had killed someone. Maybe self-defence, her mind argued. But still, the thought of her brother killing somebody was revolting. And only the game could instigate and allow him to do that. He was on the top five, though. Satomi thumbed through the official results and found the names Hanazawa Shizuru (4th) Yamaoka Michiko (3rd) Tsukamoto Tetsuo (2nd) and Isamu Akemi (1st).

Was the Program this harsh that Ryo was forced to kill in order to survive? She skimmed a few files, and read ‘psychopathic tendencies, schizophrenia, attention-deficit disorder’, terms she thought could only be found on her psychology class. Battle Royale warps minds, turns a regular, innocent student into a killing machine, a monster. By the time the students stepped on the island, their fates are already sealed. Death lay in front of every student, and it was only a matter of time until they actually meet it.

The laptop emitted a faint sound. Satomi looked up, and was met by the smiling faces of Ryo and Eiji. This was his computer, after all—but a new mail notification startled her.

She clicked on the button, and started reading.

***

May 7, 5:42 AM. Busan International Airport, Busan, South Korea

Akemi strode back and forth, her eyes tired, breathing heavily. The flight to America she was in suddenly had to do an emergency landing fifteen minutes after leaving, and they were stuck in Busan, South Korea, the pilot informing them that they would be notified once the problem was sorted out. Utsumi, her mother, went to nurse herself with a cup of coffee, while Mura and Shenji were sleeping on the chairs on the waiting area. Cho was sitting, wide-awake, and was staring at Akemi as she paced back and forth.

The sound of footsteps alerted the two. Akemi turned, and was met by someone who looked extremely familiar—a middle-aged lady, with sunglasses on, though her hair, which was usually kept neat, was dishevelled.

“Aunt?”

Arisu Isamu smiled. “Yes, it’s me. Congratulations, by the way.” Behind her, several airport workers and people started queuing up, ready for the day ahead. Arisu fumbled for her shoulder bag, while Shenji and Mura stirred, but continued dozing off.

Cho stood up. “Good Morning, Miss Isa—ah, madam.” Arisu had raised eyebrows at her, and mouthed something that she didn’t understand. A surname, most probably.

“Zazen. Arisu Zazen.” Just then, Utsumi arrived, holding two cups of coffee on her hands. At the sight of Arisu, she broke into a half-run. Arisu was there—her sister was there. But what was she up to? Remind Akemi of the past they were leaving behind?

Arisu nodded to Utsumi, and returned her warm handshake. The sun was starting to peek through the wide windows of the airport, and just then, a female voice sounded throughout the facility.

“Calling all passengers of Nippon Air Flight 321, please proceed to Gate number 4. The plane will leave after 10 minutes. Nippon Air Flight 321, please proceed to Gate number 4.”

Mura and Shenji sat up, rubbing their eyes. At the sound of the lady, Arisu quickly pressed a small envelope on Akemi’s hand, gave a final nod to Utsumi, turned on her heel and left. Utsumi could only wonder what Arisu was up to—Cho looked on, obviously bewildered. Meanwhile, the PA system sounded again.

“Come on.” Utsumi heaved the two bags that contained hers and Akemi’s things. The other three followed suit, while Akemi followed her departing aunt with a confused look.

Thirty minutes later, 30,000 feet up in the air, Akemi’s eyes widened as she saw what the envelope contained. Utsumi, Cho, Mura and Shenji were all asleep beside and behind her. The envelope contained a letter from Arisu, and a photo.

Akemi:

Terribly sorry for what happened. However, I urge you to fight for it. You’re en route to America now, so fight for what you think is right. Fight for it, Akemi. If you need my help in some way, you know where to find me.

Arisu

P.S. Enclosed is a photo you might need for motivation.

Akemi tore the paper that contained the photo Arisu was referring to, and let out a small whimper.

It was a photo—a captioned photo of the fifth placer. One of the rebels, Ryoushi Kotaro.

To be continued.

Comments and suggestions are highly encouraged. Apologies for the major crappiness. -_-

Requiem Aeternam (Prologue)

2005-09-18T14:17:11Z

[This will be the start of a series of fics regarding Ryoushi's demise. It is a personal project of mine, (though you could say Katy had a hand here XD)seeing that Ryoushi had been a part of me for the three months I'd played him. This is his requiem, and critiques would be highly appreciated. By the way, this is also dedicated to everyone, especially Katiroth. ^_^ ]

PROLOGUE

Yukie stirred. The evening air was cool against her skin, and as she indolently reached out to feel the body of her husband beside her, she felt nothing. Sighing, Yukie turned, hot tears forming on her eyes. Sosuke had buried himself on work three days ago, and she had heard nothing from him except from a phone call yesterday, informing her and their daughter Satomi that he’s “alright, there’s no need to worry about”. Satomi had slammed the phone down, and returned upstairs, to her brother’s room, where she had relocated.

The curtains flapped silently against the wind. Mumbling slightly, Yukie opened her bleary eyes, and was met by the faint light of the buildings on the window. She shook her head, and was about to return to sleep when a voice spoke.

“Mom.”

Yukie’s eyes widened. There, sitting on the foot of the bed, was her son, Ryoushi. The youngest member of the Kotaro family was dressed in white, and though he was sitting there serenely, with a smile painted on his handsome face, Yukie could see the wall and dresser behind him. Nonetheless, her yearning for her son had overcome all qualms, and without more ado sat up straight, reaching over for her son.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I can’t be long.” Ryoushi smiled, and stood up, leaning against the wall beside the window. “I just want you to know that I love you very much, you, Dad, and Satomi. I wish I had said this sooner, but I’m thankful he allowed me to do so before I go.” He moved his head upwards, and smiled again.

Unknowingly, Yukie’s eyes brimmed with tears, the emotions she had been trying to control earlier breaking down like an avalanche. It flowed down gently on her cheeks, as she watched her son smile at her.

Ryoushi had moved towards her, until he was sitting right beside her. Yukie longed to reach for her son, but somehow she cannot do so. She simply gazed with her tear-stricken eyes as Ryoushi extended his hand, and lightly wiped away the tears from his mother’s eyes, continuing to smile in the process.

“Always remember Mom, I love you, Dad and Satomi very much.”

He stood up, gave a final smile, and walked towards the window, still being blown by the breeze. It was only then that Yukie realised her son was leaving her, and promptly reached out.

“Ryo!”

The boy turned, but did not made any move but to smile. Turning again, he had disappeared just as the final breeze swept towards the whole room.

“Ryoushi!”

“RYOUSHI!”

Yukie had screamed. It all seemed so real, so bona fide. She breathed heavily, and buried her hands on her face. Her son had spoken to her, and he even wiped his tears away with his hand. Remembering all this, Yukie brought her hand on her face, and the wintriness of the skin seemed to soothe her emotions. It was as if Ryoushi was there, telling her to calm down, like he used to do when she flares up in anger.

But he was here earlier. Yukie looked around, and saw nothing. Nothing to support her argument. The windows were opened, the wind blowing against the curtains freely, and as the memories of what Ryoushi said to her dawned to her subconscious mind, the tears had started to flow again.

Those were hysterical sobs, ricocheting back and forth on the room as Yukie let her emotions get the better of her. Sitting on the bed, her body shook as her lamentations intensified, the name of her youngest son recurring from her mouth every now and then. Yukie had been waiting for her son’s return for the past three days, him having been kidnapped, and thrown into the Program three moons ago. All the while she had hoped that he would survive, and now, that hope clung helplessly on her heart. She missed her son, missed his presence around the house and the restaurant the family owned. No one in Kouzentaru High knew what really happened, except for the fact that the whole ninth-graders of Class 3B had been removed from the registrar’s list of enrolled students, and section 3C taking up the vacated station.

It was a day ago when Yukie dared to visit the school. She passed through the corridors absentmindedly, her handbag on her shoulder as she desperately looked for something that would somehow hand her clues on what had happened to her son and his whole class. She only received blank and curious stares from the students and staff, no one was allowed to speak any details, even rumours, about the ongoing program. Hopeless, Yukie ventured to the old classroom of Class 3B, only to find it locked, and receiving a glare from the school janitor who chose that moment to appear beside her.

All her anticipation extinguished, Yukie started to walk towards the school gates, thinking of heading towards a nearby shrine to meditate, when a large banner tacked on a bulletin board called her attention. Scrutinising it, Yukie found that it was the track team bulletin board, and saw that the Hall of Fame had been modified; instead of five names, there were only two. The number one, two and three spots had been swathed haphazardly with paper, but Yukie could see that the number three spot carried the name Eiji Satou, number two belonged to Tetsuo Tsukamoto, and number one—Yukie whimpered as she read her son’s name emblazoned on black letters, the paper posted over it doing little to conceal the name.

The feeble attempts to forget Class 3B brought Yukie close to tears. Not wanting to see her on a such condition, Yukie ran towards the gate, passing through the puzzled-looking school guard. It was too much for the woman, and as she halted, panting, she found herself in front of the local shrine, silently offering comfort to her bruised soul. Memories of her son washed through her as she ascended each step, tears forming gradually on her eyes.

The phone rang.

Yukie’s thoughts were dissipated when the shrill ringing of the phone pervaded her ears. One, two, and on the third ring Yukie gingerly stood up and left the room, descended the traditional staircase and with shaking hands brought the receiver on her ear.

“Hello?” Her voice was shaky, uncertain.

“Good morning, Mrs. Kotaro.” A woman’s voice spoke on the other line, a voice that was particularly familiar. “I am Miss Kasumi Ren, Ryoushi’s adviser. I must say, I am remarkably proud on having watched over his developments for the past three days.”

The Kotaro matron could only breathe heavily. Something was amiss, and Kasumi Ren’s voice was incongruously animated.

“Ryoushi had served the Great Japan, Mrs. Kotaro. And in doing so, just three minutes ago, he had expired peacefully. The exact time of demise was 2:35 AM.”

Yukie thought the earth had caved in around her. Her shrill breathing had increased rapidly, tears sinuously emanating from her eyes as she held the receiver with her shaking hand. No, it cannot be. Ryoushi isn’t dead. He’s alive. He even spoke to her earlier, so he isn’t dead.

But what about her reverie earlier?

“His body, Mrs. Kotaro, will be shipped early this morning to the local temple. And I must also add that he did a rather noteworthy performance, reaching fifth place overall. The winner will be announced soon, so I’d recommend to tune in to the news.”

Kasumi Ren seemed to have noticed the woman’s silence.

“Mrs. Kotaro, Ryoushi had a great run, and I am sure that he is happy where he is now, having been served the Great Japan. Well then, I’d hang up, and expect the announcement of the winner later on. Good day to you.”

The line went dead.

Yukie barely heard the beeping tone of the phone as she silently cried, the receiver still held close to her ear. It was all making sense to her now—Ryoushi had appeared to bid her goodbye. Yukie felt her knees buckle as she oozed down to the Tatami mat floor of the house, her strength finally failing her. Her only son was dead. Ryoushi was not coming back.

Her blurry eyes sought the portrait of her son, but it only made her weep intensely than ever. Ryoushi’s smiling face, wearing a traditional Japanese ensemble staring back at her, lamenting at the fate that had befallen her son. Amidst the silence that conquered the whole house, Yukie’s sobs pierced the stillness of the night.

Satomi had opened the television upstairs.

“…this year’s winner is Akemi Isamu!”

Upon hearing this, Yukie’s sobs intensified as she sat there, weeping over the son she had lost.

“Always remember that I love you, Mom. You, Dad, and Satomi.”

He was not coming back.

Entry # 4

2005-05-05T10:34:17Z

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((OOC: I took some time off to learn some Japanese words—accidentally. I was testing our new printer earlier and was printing one of Ryo’s entries when my cousin, who I forgot was studying Japanese, saw it. She corrected the entry and warned me about referring to myself, or rather, my character, as ‘Ryo-kun’, because, I found out, that using that honorific to refer to yourself is considered very rude in Japan. This rule is also applicable to other honorifics such as ‘-chan’, ‘-sensei’, ‘-san’, ‘-sempai’, ‘-niisan’, ‘-neesan’ and others. She referred me to this site that provides translations for Japanese anime, and I learned my lesson there. And, BTW, it just so happened that the site also offers the English translation of the first ten chapters of the BR novel! I was just plain stupid not to notice that it had been posted on battleroyalefilm.net ages ago. Anyway, if you would notice, I edited my signature to simply ‘Ryo’. If you want, you can refer to Ryo as Ryo-kun. I just thought you all ought to know. ^_^))

It’s final. The class trip would be tomorrow. Must finalise the things that I would bring tomorrow, as I would, as usual, be fucking late, as this stupid alarm clock would not work—or is it just me refusing to be bothered by the alarm’s fucking noise? Anyway, Ms. Ren made us work on some ancient Japanese literary pieces that I didn’t even know existed. The strange thing is, she’s very lenient today—and she’s forever smiling at us, which is odd as fuck, I’m telling you—Ms. Ren smiling at me? Something’s up, I’m fucking sure about that.

There was a small squabble at the school corridors earlier between Asuka and the Italian girl, Bella. I was seriously considering sticking my nose in, but when I saw Barbie’s high-heeled shoe flying towards Bella, I heeded Kanaye’s suggestion and headed to the classroom instead. Ayumi told me ages ago that Asuka’s high heels are dangerous, and besides I don’t want a fucking shoe heel sticking from my eyes, thanks. I have yet to ask what’s the fucking reason behind that fight.

I dropped by Eiji’s house to deliver his tracksuit, which had been stuck with me for a week. Thankfully Sakura wasn’t there, so I’m temporarily safe from her disastrous pan slamming. I did some serving at the restaurant, since I’m too tired to cook or to tend to several tasks. There was a customer who was a fucker from his looks, and proved himself to be one by trying to have one of the waitresses sit on his lap. But heck, by the looks of it, my parents doesn’t seem to mind—after all, the restaurant’s open to the public, and the two seem to like it.

I’m planning to watch a movie and eat my fucking heart out later. I’m thinking of an action flick, more or less like one of those Korean action movies that Satomi had been suggesting. It’s more of a fucking opinion I know, since she herself visited Korea many times, so I couldn’t blame her if she ever did become a fan.

So—if any member of the gang reads this, I was thinking if we could all sit near each other—it’s fun, and besides Ms. Ren wouldn’t mind—I heard she wasn’t going to ride with us, the fucker. And no, I’m not planning to annoy Barbie— I’ll leave it up to Nao and Shizu. I’ll just eat along—Eiji, I’m sitting beside you, are you ok with that?

I’ll see you lot on the bus tomorrow then.

</text>((OOC2: This will be considered as Ryo’s last ‘formal’ journal entry, since he leaves his laptop behind when he went to the class trip, and even though he can use Eiji’s laptop (hehe), it’s obvious that he cannot update while in the middle of the program—and whoever heard of internet access on a deserted island? But I dunno how Mimura and the others did it. However, if I feel like it, I’ll be posting a journal entry as Ryo, just for fun, lol.))

Entry # 3

2005-05-04T13:03:52Z

Yume had been chosen as one of the class representatives. That's good, I've seen potential on the girl ever since classes begun. Now I hope I would get the other class rep position-I mentioned it to Satomi earlier and she thinks it isn't bad after all. Eiji however feels that the position should make me fucking popular with the female population-with the other levels included. Now it really isn't bad after all. Haha. I'm such a prat.

However, Barbie had classified me as one of her enemies-ever since she had read the infamous LiveJournal chat that Nao, Shizu, Akemi, Eiji and I had been engaged to. The girl's fucking fuming, and had been following me around ever since. I'm getting the feeling of being stalked. Shit. Good thing Nao warned me about leaving my bag unattended-my change of clothes are there, and I don't want itch powder strewn all over it. I'm not going to use the fucking lockers anymore, and Eiji should know about this, but I should tell that it involves love letters.

Personally, I think there's no fucking reason for Barbie to be annoyed with me. It was more or less like a misunderstood conversation-bet she didn't know that I could be a very no-nonsense person sometimes. I actually find myself thinking about her-but that shouldn't suggest I'm fucking falling for her. It's much like some sort of a friendly attention-seeing all the pranks she does at class, she reminds me of the blondes portrayed on those Hollywood films. Don't get me wrong Asuka-I fucking love those kinds of movies. Lol.

I dozed off at Math class today. I hope the teacher didn't notice it, seeing that she's kind of aloof when it comes to her teaching, but I shouldn't get my hopes up. I bet I would be fucking summoned to the faculty office tomorrow for 'disciplinary actions', as Ms. Ren puts it. Bullshit. Maybe I'll try to cut classes again, shouldn't I? It wouldn't hurt, since we're just all practically waiting for that fucking trip to get into fruition. Plus, classes recently are fucking boring, and add to that Ms. Ren-shit, I must cut classes anytime soon.

I already have plans after this trip- going to Eiji's for a visit (and not to mention free food hehe), hang out with the gang-maybe some clubbing would do. I'm going to talk to Hisashi about track meet-ups though-the projects and activities Ms. Ren and the others pile on us, I can't fucking concentrate on two different things at the same time. I can attend a few sessions, but I doubt it would be a regular one-I would be working my ass off most of the time with these projects.

I should be going to the restaurant though-my parents would fucking kill me if they don't see me there anytime soon. If anyone reads this, classmates maybe, I'll just see you tomorrow on the class of doom. Haha.

{Ryo}

Entry # 2

2005-05-03T12:17:18Z

((OOC: Bear with me... hehe ^^))

Guess what. Ms. Ren told us today that the trip would be postponed in a few days time. That's bullshit. And she's indicating that I may be the chosen class representative. Bollocking shit. Fukuda would fit the role, thank you very much. Ask Shizuru, but she's uberly irritated with the man, so good luck.

Ms. Ren kept bashing on us earlier though, which was kinda fun. Nao told me its one of the effects of her menopausing. I was dying to insult the shit out of her earlier, but well, Eiji distracted me by telling me something-- Henji peering on Akemi's skirt.

The pervert needs to control himself. I mean, its Akemi. Henji got a slap, though, and as far as I know it echoed throughout the whole classroom. Haha, 'twas fucking funny, Henji's cheek reddening and all. Moral lesson: Never wear short skirts on a classroom that has pervs in it. I suspect he'll be going to the loo once again for a wank.

I'm fucking hungry. I haven't eaten in what seemed like an eternity. I think I can't even walk from the school to the restaurant-- guess I should hand over my duties for today to Masako. Meh, whatever.

Eiji mentioned about Sakura thinking that I'm cute. Shit, that wok she bonked me on the head with was darn large. And it hurt-- for a second there I thought I was going to fucking lose my memory. I did pass out, though, and woke up with a blinding headache.

So Eiji telling me that Sakura's looking forward to my visit would sound suspicious. I wouldn't want a rice cooker bonked on my head, thank you very much. Maybe I'll just wear a helmet when I go there. It's the least I could do to protect myself. Meh, it's obvious that I'm traumatised, ne?

Apparently I'm now included as one of 'The Rebels'. Nice, since Nao, Shizu and Eiji are there, but fuck, I don't care what they brand us or what. But oh well, the name sounds pretty cool-- don't tell the group I told this, or you'll be fucking dead. Haha.

And fuck-- I can't believe what those three (Nao, Eiji, Shizu) are talking about on LJ. It's um, well... brilliant. Shit. Haha.

{Ryo}

Entry # 1

2005-05-02T17:04:48Z

((OOC: Treat this as Ryo's own LJ. My notes and comments should be encased on parentheses just like this one. ^^))

So. What would I write here? Anyway, Eiji and Nao persuaded me to do this, and as the obedient friend that I am, I did. Speaking of which, Eiji left one of his tracksuits on my bag—seems like he mistook mine as his. Since we’re going to meet tomorrow for this damn school trip, I’m bringing this with me. And, by the way, I now got my laptop back after breaking it for the nth time. Satomi told me earlier that I should take care of it, but I guess I would somehow find a way for this to go kaput.

Tomorrow would be our annual school trip. The itinerary isn’t revealed yet, but I’m guessing it would be boring museums and nature walks again, just like last year. Bullshit. I mean, we’re high school students, for crying out loud—we’re not middle school pupils. I’m bringing my laptop with me then, if that would be the case (it surely would be). The last thing I wanted to do on a fucking school trip is to take notes and listen to boring lectures about senseless things.

I haven’t even packed my things for that trip. Guess I would just have to grab things here and there, shouldn’t I? Fuck, Ryo—that would earn you another scolding from your mother! The last thing I wanted to happen is for her to pack my things for me. I shiver at the thought of that. I haven’t got any spare bags with me, so I’ll be using the track bag. What would I bring then? Change of clothes, food, water, laptop, track shoes, glasses, and fuck, a notebook. That would be it.

Eiji mentioned about the program, though. I checked the calendar earlier and saw that we’re a bit early for the usual schedules of the Battle Royale. Satomi’s fucking lucky, though, she had graduated just before the program was instigated. Nao, however, staunchly believes that the BR’s going to be implemented any time soon. Life’s a bitch. The whole class was talking about the Battle Royale, and it drove me crazy. This country’s going to the dogs, really. I can’t see any logical reason about the realization of this program. Well, it just shows that the members of the Diet aren’t using their fucking brains.

Sosuke-san hasn’t gone home for the past few days, though. Wonder what the shit happened to him.

I should be doing more useful things right now, such as ‘bashing stuff right in’ my bag—fuck, that reminded me of Ryouichi. Ha, I shouldn’t mention that to Shizuru though, she might strangle me. Shizuru’s reaction after hearing the name of that man is remarkable. I can’t see any harm on Ryouichi, though— with the exception of his personal hygiene, that is.

Can’t think of any more things to say, so I must be packing my stupid things into my fucking bag for that trip tomorrow. Note to self: Wake up early and don’t forget the laptop.

{Ryo}

Kotaro Ryoushi Profile

2005-05-01T08:58:51Z

Kotaro Ryoushi

General Information:

Name: Ryoushi Kotaro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: January 18th
Report Card: On rare times, he do gets an A-. His average grade would be B-.

Personal Information:

Appearance:

Ryoushi has this 'bishounen' features-- jet-black hair with dark blue streaks that he dyed recently. His hair is a tad long, reaching into his nape, but he manages to keep it from being messy, since his hair is naturally straight. He stands at 5'11, and weighs 125 lbs. He is lean but not thin, muscular but not bulky. He is agile and nimble-- thanks to his track training. His eyes are a natural almond brown, which is usually hidden by glasses-- which he rarely wears. His glasses' main use is just for Ryoushi to see clearly when taking notes. He has this blank, expressionless face usually, which only adds to his mysterious atmosphere. Ryo, as he prefers to be called, is your usual mysterious guy in class—-no one really knows what’s running on his mind.

Personality:

Ryo-kun IS a mysterious guy to his classmates. He usually is a man of few words, and follows his mantra of “observing before jumping in”. This is caused by an illness Ryo has, which is commonly known as ‘Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder’. Ryo combats this disorder he has through interaction with his classmates, joining the track team, or helping out at his parents’ restaurant.

Because of this illness, Ryo can easily be startled, and has difficulty concentrating. This caused a significant drop on his grades, but, through the persistence of his sister Satomi, Ryo managed to hoist them upwards into average. His illness also gives Ryo a temperamental attitude, sometimes he’s cheerful, now he’s irritable. This mood swings Ryo hates, and he usually had to bottle up his anger since he knows that the reason is senseless.

He is a mysterious guy, yes, but he can also laugh along with others and pull pranks sometimes. In fact, Ryo thinks of himself as a walking contradiction, a serious, troubled teen inside, and a jovial teen outside. He rarely speaks but when he does, it’s either sensible, such as an answer on a teacher’s question, or a remark that would make the whole of the class laugh. He was also involved in pranks, the most recent of which involved a banana and a firecracker.

Ryo is addicted to technology. He owns a laptop, that sometimes he brings along for note-taking. Sometimes though, he fiddle around with his laptop, usually resulting into the system breaking down. Luckily for him, he’s a technophile, and can fix it easily. He treats his classmates equally, meaning, he doesn’t care whether the teachers categorises them, all he knows is that they are friends, nothing else. Ryo doesn’t know, but he’s a friendly guy. He’s also a born leader, though he doesn’t look like it, Ryo is a motivator. He can inspire everyone easily. And, if he feels like it, Ryo can also be a good advisor. This only added to his ‘bishounen’ status in the school. When asked of this, however, Ryo would just answer, “It’s not something I think about.”

Strengths:

- Running. Unfortunately, he had to focus very hard, since he had trouble concentrating, resulting from his personality disorder. He can run very fast, though, as fast as his legs can carry him. He has his share of wins in races. Due to this, he is also agile and nimble.

- Leadership. Ryo is a born leader, he can motivate anyone. He can motivate anyone to do any task, with him included in it. His classmates usually joins him in group projects because of this, as aforementioned earlier.

- Trustworthy. Since Ryo doesn't have any groups or is categorised into any levels [nerd, average, delinquent] in class, he is usually the sounding board of most of his classmates.

Weaknesses:

- Can be irritable, and easily startled at times.

- Concentration. Ryoushi also has difficulty seeing things-- though this occurs rarely. For this he needed his glasses.

- Bluntness.

Overnight bag:

Ryoushi brought along two changes of clothes and underwear, since he detests his school uniform. Unfortunately he left his trusty laptop at home—he forgot to pack it last night. He did, however, had a notebook. Its main use is for Ryo to sketch here and there, since Ryoushi dislikes scribbling notes while on a school trip. He didn't bring any food except for a pack of crackers, but he did brought along a decent amount of water [three bottles]. He also has his glasses, for safety precautions, his trusty track shoes, and some everyday necessities like toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and a comb.

Student Background / History

Family

Yukie Kotaro (Mother) - A businesswoman (she owns the restaurant) even before she married Ryoushi's father, Yukie has this thing for perfection. In other words, she is a perfectionist. Although Ryoushi sometimes gets annoyed with this, he still loves his mother dearly. Yukie loves her only son very deeply, that she's ready to offer her life just for him. Ryoushi inherited his bluntness on her.

Sosuke Kotaro (Father) - A former military officer, Sosuke resigned after the Battle Royale act had been approved. He trained Ryoushi in kendo, though his son had discontinued it to concentrate on track, much to Sosuke's disappointment. He's very proud of his son, though, but he rarely displays his affection. He now co-owns the restaurant the family works on.

Satomi Kotaro (sister) - Former track star, she was the one who influenced Ryoushi into track. Right after she graduated from high school, the BR act had been legalised. She often pesters Ryoushi to do this and that, since he's the youngest, but she also cares deeply for her brother. She was the one who convinced Ryo to intermingle with his classmates.

History

Most of his classmates wouldn’t know, but Ryo-kun has mild Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He developed this illness when he witnessed a killing rampage in front of their house— a deranged man, running amok and slaughtering four people right in front of his eyes. At that time, the child Ryo was alone in the house, his grandmother, who was babysitting him, went off to buy something. Since then, Ryo-kun had concurrent nightmares about the event, and sometimes he relives the event clearly in his own mind.

These flashbacks continued to afflict Ryo especially during his middle-school years. Because of this, Ryo’s parents moved out, settling on their current home. Ryo’s anxiety over the event forced him to avoid anything that reminds him of the incident, such as the clothes he wore during that day, or the sight of blood and a sword. Since then, Ryo, who was once a jovial child, sort of ‘retreated’ into the world, preferring solitude.

Come high school. Ryo had joined the track team, which was advantageous, since he usually would have to walk to and from the school. Not that he hadn’t any money or something, but Ryo’s family owns a restaurant and everyday, right after class, Ryo is tasked to help run the family business. The restaurant was a few blocks away, so Ryo thought it useless to hitch a ride. Sometimes he rides his bicycle, but after one of his peers’ bicycles were stolen, he thought better of it and decided just to walk.

Luckily for him, Ryo was born into a loving household. His father, Sosuke, and his mother Yukie always looked out for the safety and happiness of their children. The day his parents first laid eyes on him, they had a fight on which parent does Ryo looked like. The argument was only settled when Satomi, who was five then, stated that he looked like her. Deep inside, Sosuke and Yukie regretted the day they left Ryo on the house. Because of this babying, Ryo fights for his independence, and through his classmates, goes clubbing at times, much to his parents’ distress.

Ryo was born on January 18th, five years after his sister Satomi. Ryo treats his sister as his closest friend. Satomi urged Ryo to interact with other people, since right after the incident Ryo absolutely ostracized the idea of friends. Through her help, Ryo had become significantly closer to his classmates than the other levels he attended. Because of her, Ryo also can now laugh along with his classmates, though his was a sinister, evil laugh, that usually jolts the scaredy-cats of the class. His peers, though, thought that this was advantageous. Overall, Ryo thinks highly of his peers, even his classmates, since it was here that he developed interaction again, and they were the only people who can make him laugh and smile [aside from his family, of course].

Teacher’s Observations

Class Behaviour

Ryoushi has potential. It can be seen on his grades that ricochets from average to high. He mingles with all of his classmates, which is a rarity in class. His leadership status is also a plus factor to his teachers and classmates, but they know that Ryoushi isn’t influenced easily. He is an regular kid, but he does have his share of pranks and naughtiness in the classroom. Ryoushi does know when he’s crossing the line or not, so basically he isn’t a headache for the teachers.

Friends / Relationships

Eiji Satou - Even before Eiji quit running because of an injury, Ryo had already met him through track sessions. It just so happened that they were both on the same class [Ryo is just so stupid not to notice] and it was the start of a good friendship between the two. In fact, Ryo treats Eiji as his closest friend in school. The two share the same interests, and the same defect [trouble on concentration], and they're both on the same 'group' (the Rebels).

Nao Fuyukyou - The leader of 'Rebels', Ryo met him through Eiji. Ryo admires her guts, and her attitude. They're both into jogging too, along with Eiji, and they also share one weakness-- Yume's brownies. Ryo knows she's a lesbian-- Eiji told him. Ryo doesn't care about it. Ryo also admires Nao's leadership ability.

Shizuru Hanazawa - Another member of the gang. Ryo likes her gothic style and makeup (though he doesn't have any interest of trying it for himself). Ryo thinks highly of her, along with Nao. Inside him, he's grateful for Shizuru for looking after Eiji.

Kanaye Yamaguchi - His love for athleticism made Ryo friends with Kanaye. He thinks he's cool, and likes his perfectionist attitude and humility (though he must admit he sometimes gets irritated by it, but it's a sign of his personality disorder). Kanaye can be a very interesting classmate, since he has a lot to tell, and his friendship with Eiji--for that Ryo treats him as a friend.

Tetsuo Tsukamoto - Ryo-kun met him through track meets. He's a computer guy, just like Ryo. Unlike Ryo, though, Tetsuo tends to be very shy on the class, particularly Natsumi. He's also one of the unfortunate victims of Ryo's prank-pulling. But overall, Ryo treats Tetsuo as a friend, though not that close.

Because of his non-partisan status in the classroom, Ryo gets along with everyone in the class. He did have a girlfriend for over a year, but they broke up because of opposing interests. Ryoushi can easily be friended, and is very trustworthy. His classmates think highly of him because of that, especially the girls, who had developed a somewhat schoolgril crush on him.

OOC: That’s all there’s to it. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. I believe Ryo can have a friend or two—I’m open for suggestions, so just tell me! ^_^ Oh, and this is a rewritten post, since I'm not too happy with the original. Don't worry, it's just a few tweaks here and there. :)

Aaand, if you're interested to be Ryo's friend or acquaintance, let him... er, me, know. It doesn't matter whether if you're a male or female or in-between. :)