Corpse Party 1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ayumi stared at the new girl nervously as she stood at her locker sipping a smoothie with her headphones in. Ayumi had decided with her friends they'd invite the new girl to join them after school in helping to clean up the classroom and tell ghost stories. Unfortunately, they were making Ayumi ask because she was the class representative. Hesitantly, she walked up and tapped the girl's shoulder.

The girl jumped and dropped her smoothie. The liquid splashed out when the cup hit the ground. Yanking her headphones out, she turned around and flattened her back against her locker. The girl's long blonde hair fell around her shoulders like silk. Gently and softly flowing. Her bangs were parted to the side and dyed black. She wore a simple black tee, and dark gray jeans with high-tops. She stared at Ayumi with wide, startled blue eyes. Ayumi dropped down immediately to her knees and started cleaning the mess.

"I'm so sorry!" Ayumi said, full of guilt for her deeds.

"It's fine...just take heed to not tap my shoulder when I'm listening to my iPod," the girl said, dropping down to help clean.

"Right, note taken," Ayumi said as she stood up after finishing clean-up.

"Aren't you the class representative?" The girl put her iPod in her backpack.

"Yeah! I'm the female class rep Ayumi Shinozaki!"

"I've heard of you before. People call you the horror rep," the girl said, "I'm Annika Uzanier."

"Well, it's good to meet you, Annika. Some friends of mine and I noticed you were always alone. So...we wanted to invite you to help us clean up the culture fest. We might tell ghost stories!" Ayumi said happily.

Annika looked at her, startled, "Um..sure."

"Don't worry, no one except Kishinuma bites," Ayumi laughed, smiling.

Annika closed her locker and slung her backpack over her shoulder, "Let's go?"

"Don't you have tot call your parents and tell them?" Ayumi asked.

Annika started walking, laughing a little as she said, "Nope, I live alone."

'Just like Kishinuma...' Ayumi thought to herself, following.

The walk to the classroom was silent. The only sound was their footsteps. Annika seemed to be just fine with the silence, so Ayumi said nothing. Deep down, Ayumi wasn't sure how the silence made her feel. Annika's eyes caught the little white doll sticking out of Ayumi's backpack, almost uneasily. However, her mouth never uttered a single sound. As they made their way down the hall, not a sentence, word, syllable, or even letter was spoken. Silence seemed to set in all around, like a simple sheet glued to a bed that could not be moved. Eventually after what seemed like forever, they arrived at the classroom. Annika's eyes feel to the floor as Ayumi opened the door. There was a creak and a shudder from the door as it slid open.

"Come on, it's okay," Ayumi encouraged, her voice soft and smooth.

Ayumi entered the class room, where her friends were waiting. Yoshiki Kishinuma, the "delinquent" with blonde hair, looked at her with a teasing gaze.

Yoshiki said as a sly smirke slowly crept on his face.

Ayumi crossed her arms with a quick exasperated sigh. As she did so, her blue pigtails that reasted against her shoulders shifted.

"Kishinuma, lay off! I was getting the new girl, okay?" Ayumi asked, a playful pout forming with her soft, lightly glossed lips.

"The groups gaze shifted to Annika and in return her face turned a light shade of red as she avoided eye contact completely.

"My name is Annika Uzanier," she stuttered, her blue eyes never leaving the ground.

"I'm Satoshi Mochida. It's good to see you came, Annika. We were hoping you would," A boy with brown hair and a white shirt said.

"Sakurator Morishige. Preferable, if you will, address me by my last name," A boy with blue hair, glasses, and green eyes who seemed like the quiet type said.

"Annika looked at him, and couldn't help but think he was cute.

"My name is Seiko Shinohara! I just adore your hair! Isn't it just so cute!?" A girl with light brown hair said, her hair curled forward at the bottom. She had turned to the other two girls. One had brown hair cut short, almost like a boy's. The other had her hair up in a little ponytail that stuck up, the rest hanging down.

"To die for! I'm Naomi Nakashima," The girl with shorter hair said, nudging the girl with the ponytail.

"For sure. I'm Mayu Suzumoto," She said with an adorable smile.

"Thank you...," Annika murmured, her eyes fell on Yoshiki, "And you? All I know is Kishinuma."

"_Yoshiki _Kisinuma...," He muttered.

Annika felt her heart speed up, but kept herself perfectly calm as she said, "Can I call you Yoshi?"

Yoshiki looked at her with an annoyed gaze. It softened a little when it met Annika's playful gaze, "Haha, very funny. No, what you can call me is _Yoshiki_..."

"Aaaw, you're not fun," Annika said, smiling.

Yoshiki rolled his eyes, keeping up his careless behavior. Annika had a feeling it was an act, but said not a single word. Ayumi grinned happily, and her hand nimbly moved to the pale light switch. Silently as a ninja, she pulled the light switch down, shutting off all the lights in the room, plunging it into darkness. A pitch black darkness, like an abyss. Some of the girls let a startled gasp escape their lips, and the skiddish Satoshi cried out. Ayumi let out a childish giggle as she lit a candle.

"Ghost stories!" Ayumi said happily, running over and throwing herself on the ground. Carefully she set the candle down. The others gathered around with her in a circle.

"What's it called this time, Ayumi?" Naomi said cheerfully.

Ayumi narrowed her eyes, and a mischievous look suddenly shone brightly as she said the name, her voice dropping many octaves lower than normal, "The Teacher of Heavenly Host Elementary School."

Seiko and Mayu let out excited squeals as they wriggled with enthusiasm. Their eyes were wide as they awaited the story Ayumi Shinozaki, the class horror rep of Kisaragi High, was about to tell.


	2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"It was a rainy evening, just like this one. A loving teacher was walking down the halls of an elementary school. When suddenly she tripped, and fell downstairs. Crash, bang, crash, bang. The fall, unfortunately, ended her life. This was only the beginning of the tragedies at Heavenly Host Elementary School. Children were abducted, kidknapped, and killed. Eventually the school was set to be closed and demolished. The principle loved the school like it was his own child. Stricken with grief, he threw himself from the roof of the school, ultimately plunging himself to his own demise.

Our school, Kisaragi High, was built right over the elementary school. And, so the story goes, the teacher still doesn't know she's dead," Ayumi said darkly.

Annika could feel Satoshi flinch next to her. The poor boy was so easily frightened. Naomi must have felt him flinch as well, because she said something harsh that was somehwere along the lines of telling him to man up. The girl named Mayu smiled childishly.

"Continue with the story, Ayumi!" Mayu said, her voice adorable and chipper.

"You sure you want her to do that, Suzumoto? You get scared pretty easily, too," Morighige said with a melodious deep, calm voice.

"What do you mean by "too"!?" Satoshi said. His voice, quite the opposite from Morishige, was frantic.

"Either way, do continue the story, Ayumi!" Naomi said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Okay. It's said that on rainy evenings, at seven o'clock, just like now, the teacher sometimes still wanders these halls, looking for her own kids. It happens only after a black out. You'll hear two knocks on the door, and the sound of the door ssslowly sssliding open. Then, like a knife, her voice slices through the air as she calls out, 'Is anyone still here?'" Ayumi said, her lips forming a dark, teasing grin.

And just like that, the candle died, and so did the lights in the hall. All the girls, excluding Annika, screamed, as well as Satoshi did. The girls huddled together, shaking with immense amounts of fear. Yoshiki glared at the class rep, and Annika wasn't sure if he was really mad, or just afraid.

"Nice one, Shinozaki, you almost got me," Yoshiki said.

"I've been standing here the whole time, it wasn't me!" Ayumi said, her soft pink lower lip sticking out with a pout.

There was two clear, loud knocks on the door. Even Yoshiki jumped, and the room fell back to silence. The girls remained tremgling in fear, as two more knocks sounded out through darkness.

"It...can't be," Satoshi said, his voice trembling.

"Well? Aren't you gonna get the door?" Yoshiki asked, a crude eye on Satoshi.

"Why me!?" Satoshi asked, searching for any logical reason not to get the door.

"Doesn't I just break your heart to see the girls so afraid?" Yoshiki teased, poking at Satoshi's soft side with his words.

Annika stood up and went to the door, reaching a hand out to it. Suddenly the door slowly slid open just a crack. This sudden move startled Annika, causing her to let out a short gasp. With a click from the hell of her shoe, she took a step back. More shrill screams emitted from some of the girls, and Satoshi fell.

" e?" A hoarse, creepy, low voice called into the classroom. No doubt it was a female's. It certainly sounded ghostly, too!

Annika backed up abruptly, startled and tense. She backed up so quickly she ran into a desk. Everyone in the dark classroom screamed, only to be cut short by the lights being turned on. Who was at the door? Their beloved teacher Ms. Yui Shishido.

"Ms. Yui!? It was you the whole time!?" Naomi said, her eyes wide with utter confusion.

Ms. Yui smiled cheerfully, her hair shifted gently, "Of course!"

The class rep's light-hearted laughter filled the room, "You should have seen your face, Mochida!"

"Yeah, I thought Annika's or Morishige's was funny, but yours takes the cake, Satoshi!" Seiko said, simple teasing clear in her sweet voice.

Even though he knew they were teasing, Satoshi blushed, upset. Though he wasn't alone, Annika was the same. She didn't like that she had gotten startled so easily. Morishige took it much lighter, though.

"Heh. I can't compete with Mochida," He said, pushing his glasses up slightly.

"Sorry, Satoshi, it was pretty funny. Oh, and an adorable visitor has come to see you," Ms. Yui said gently.

An adorable visitor it was indeed. Satoshi's 14 year old sister, Yuka, walked into the room

"Onii-chan!" Yuka said happily, smiling just like a four year old would.

"Yuka? Why are you here?" Satoshi asked.

Yuki looked up with wide, cute eyes, "Onii-chan! You forgot your umbrella!"

Satoshi looked at her, eyes showing a genuine love and care for his sister, "Thank you, Yuka."

After all introductions to Yuka were done, they all took a picture together. It was a goodbye present to the sweet Mayu, who was moving away after this day. Everyone had said goodbye and was getting ready to go. Ayumi stood at the door, eyes gleaming.

"Wait! Can we do a friendship charm called 'Sachiko Ever After'!? It's to ensure we'll always be friends!" She said, such desperation in her eyes it was clear she was begging.

And thus, it was agreed upon. They all stood in a circular like form and waited for instructions. They all followed Ayumi's directions percisely and then they all grabbed the paper doll. On the count of three, they all ripped it apart, and loud thunder crashed outside. Satoshi screamed and jumped back. After the laughter died down, Ayumi put emphasis on NOT losing the paper scrap. And that's when it began.

The floor shook violently beneath their feet. Ms. Yui tried telling everyone to get under the desks, but the shaking got so bad no one could keep their balance. Lights crashed to the floor as they all cried out, desperate for help. Yuka clung to Satoshi, crying and screaming. Crash. Another light plummeted to the floor. Suddenly no one could feel a floor beneath them, and they all plummeted down into a seemingly eternal darkness.


	3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Nnnng..." A pair of blue eyes opened slowly, pain faintly glazed over them, "Where am I?"

Annika sat up slowly, ignoring the pain erupting from her back and head. She took in a deep breath through her nose. It smelled like mildew all around her, and even rotting wood. If she hadn't been used to scents like this, it would have been overpowering. As she stood up the floors creaked dangerously. She looked around the ominous room, until she spotted a Kisaragi High uniform. Moving to get a better look, she could see the dark blue-like hair of Sakutaro Morishige.

"M-Morishige!?" She said, but her panicked voice couldn't penetrate his unconscious mind.

There were oak desks lined in between them, but Annika just jumped over them. She ran over to Morishige, putting her tembling hands on his shoulder and shaking him lightly in case he was injured. She was relieved he was breathing, so no CPR was required. A grimace spread across his face as Morishige groaned in protest. His eyes opened slowly, but once realization hit that he had no idea where he was he sat up abruptly. Morishige's breath was ragged as he looked around him.

"Where are we?" He asked, turning to Annika.

Annika took her hand off his shoulder, since Morishige probably wasn't comfortable with it, "I...I'm sorry. I don't know."

"Oh. Okay, okay. I'm calm," Morishige muttered, standing up gingerly.

"Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" She asked, deeply concerned even though it didn't show in her voice.

"No, I'm alright, Uzanier. My leg is a little sore, but no damage done," Morishige said, wincing very slightly when he put weight on his sore leg, "And you?"

"I'm okay," Annika lied smoothly, her voice not wavering even in the slightest. The pain in her back had increased now that she was moving.

Morishige pushed up his glasses and gave a small nod. Annika understood and walked out of the classroom with Morishige. Annika was startled as how many holes scattered the floor. She tried her best to ignore the agonizing throb of pain covering her lower back. She didn't need Morishige pitying her because she was in pain. Morishige knelt down and pressed on the floor in the hall with his hand.

"It's weird. These floors look..and smell..rotted out, yet somehow it seems stable enough to hold our weight," Morishige murmured, narrowing his eyes at the floor boards. Annika noticed with a sharp eye he was avoiding kneeling with his sore leg.

"You sure your leg is okay?" Annika asked, letting some concern slip into her mellifluous voice.

"Yes, it's nothing. It's a little agitated from walking. However, I think it's just bruised some," He said, getting up and looking around, "We need to find the others. Especially Mayu."

"You really like that Suzumoto girl, don't you?" Annika asked, making a mere conjecture.

Morishige's eyes narrowed, an annoyed glint sparking in them. He continued walking, and said nothing to Annika's question. Annika let out a small sigh, and followed. These dark halls were eerily silent. It was so silent their quiet breathing could be heard. Echos of their footsteps bounced off the walls. Niether of them were bothered. Or at least, they weren't showing it if they were. Morishige caught a faint shine out of the corner of his eyes. Cautiously, he ventured over to it and kneeled down.

"Uzanier. Come look," Morishige said, waving his left hand smoothly in a signal for Annika to come join him.

"Stop calling me by my surname, would you?" She said, getting annoyed as she walked over. Her high-top converses making a pit-pat sound. The pain in her back had intensified, so she was hoping she didn't have to get down.

"Huh? Oh...sorry. I'm used to it," Morishige said, staring at something.

"It's fine. What are you looking at?" Annika asked, confusion the strongest emotion in her voice. Annika's blue eyes were weak, and she needed glasses, but never bothered to get them. She had no idea what Sakutaro was staring at.

"Huh? Can you not see it? Here, get down and look closer," Morishige said.

Annika sighed, and slowly dropped to her knees. She couldn't stop a gasp of pain from escaping her lips as pain shot up her back. Morishige looked at her, mildly startled.

"What's wrong? Are you alright, Uza- I mean...Annika?" Morishige asked, hesitantly putting his hand on her shoulder.

Despite feeling like she had a thousand needles driven into her spine, she flashed Morishige a closed-mouth smile before she said carefully, "I'm okay. I just landed on something sharp. Now, what did you find?"

Morishige pointed into the cracks in the floorboard, "There. See it? What do you think it could possibly be?"

"Oh. Yeah, now I see it. I'm not sure. You gonna try to get it?" Annika asked. Her blonde hair fell in her face, so she put it up into a ponytail.

Morishige nodded and reached his hand into the crack and fished around until he grabbed it. He looked at Annika and gave a small nod before he pulled on it. When he pulled out, something cut his wrist and he winced, looked at his wrist to assess the damage. Blood seeped from the cut and down, occasionally dripping onto the floor.

"Oh!" Annika gasped, ripping the hem of her jeans off and tying it around his wrist, "Here. Until we can find something better."

Morishige nodded lightly, "Thank you."

He held out the item in his hand, it was a small, bronze key. It was slightly rusted, but still usable.

"According to the key, it's to classroom 2-A," Morishige murmured, standing up.

"Hey...take it easy. If you feel light headed, say so. That cut was pretty deep," Annika murmured, letting her concern show in her voice.

"I'm okay," Morishige murmured gently.

Annika stood up and nodded, gritting her teeth against the pain in her back. Morishige noticed, but said nothing. He knew Annika wouldn't tell him anyway. They walked on. It seemed all the doors they passed were locked, but none of them were room 2-A. After a while, Annika got tired of the silence, so she built up the courage to break it with this near-stranger.

"How's your leg?" Annika asked, that being the only thing she could think of.

"Hm? It's alright. A bit better. Annika, how about your back?" Morishige asked, having caught on like it was nothing.

Annika was startled inside, thinking to herself, 'How did he know!?'

However, she revealed none of this when she slyly said, "I have no idea what you're talking-"

Morishige did something he didn't want to do, but he wasn't going to listen to her lie anymore. Annika's sentence was cut off with a cry of pain. Morishige had lightly hit her back.

"Really? You don't know what I'm talking about?" Morishige said, bitter with her lack of trust in him.

"Why would you do that!?" Annika said, anger spiking in her voice.

"I'm an actor. Do you understand what that means?" Morishige said, taking off his glasses and cleaning them. Upon Annika not responding, he bleakly continued, "It means even if you are a perfect liar and actor, I can see through it. Your lack of trust in me is not wise in a situation as such."

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just I didn't want your concern," Annika growled, the anger rising in her eyes.

"And what if your injury would slowly lead to pralysis if done nothing about? Maybe you would have cost yourself your life," Morishige said, almost as if her anger didn't phase him at all

"Just because we don't know where we are doesn't mean it's a life threatening situation!" Annika yelled, her fists clenching with rage.

Morishige sighed and grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. Annika was now facing a corpse, which was now just a pile of bones, and little of rotting flesh.

"That does, though," Morishige muttered, indifferent even though he said, "It's a sickening site. Now, please stand still."

Morishige knew it was a little awkward to do so, but Annika's wound needed to be tended to. He gently lifted the back of her black T-shirt, and ran a finger gently down a purple and black bruise on her back. He pulled out a cream type thing that helped with bruises since nothing was broken. Carefully Morishige applied it to the bruise. Annika flinched because it was cold.

"Thanks, that feels a lot better," Annika said, looking at Morishige. He smiled a very clearly forced smile and nodded.

Suddenly, the ground shook and trembled again beneath their feet. A panic seared through both of them as a light broke away from it's cords suspending it to the ceiling and crashed to the floor. Under the weight of the light, the floor gave way and left a huge gap between Annika and Morishige.

"M-Morishige1" Annika cried out.

"Go! Don't worry about me, go find the others!" Morishige yelled.

Annika nodded, and ran.


	4. Chapter 4

There is a little bit of SeikoxNaomi in this chapter, so if you can't handle a little yuri, skip this chapter. Seiko's death is the same, but the reason is different.

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Chapter 4

Naomi had woken up already and was talking with Sekio. A sign had informed them they were in Heavenly Host Elementary School. Seko was in a raging panic and Naomi was calming her down. Seiko shook her head in denial, her curls swaying.

"Seiko! Snap out of it," Naomi said, hugging Seiko.

This hug was enough to calm Seiko, as a shy smile spread across her face. Quickly she smacked Naomi's butt and laughed. Naomi broke the hug and blushed furiously.

"S-Seiko! Come on, that's not funny!" Naomi said, avoiding eye contact.

"I can't help it! You've got such an adorable booty!" Seiko said, erupting into a fit of girlish giggles.

"Seiko! Come on, this is serious! We may never get out!" Naomi said, her hands overlapping her heart.

"I know we will, Naaaaomi~! Any ghoulies would fall because you're so cute! We'll get out, I know it. Then you can finally confess to Mochi-," Seiko started, her voice high and chipper. She was cut off by Naomi grabbing her cheeks and squishing them.

"You just keep saying the craziest things!" Naomi said, letting go now.

Seiko walked, or more liked skipped, out the door. Naomi followed behind her silently, trying her best to keep a smile on her face. Seiko clung happily to Naomi's arm as they walked.

"Naaaomi~?" Seiko said, blushing slightly.

"Hmmm? What now, Seiko?" Naomi asked, tugging her arm free from Seiko.

"I-is that a body!?" Seiko yelled, forgetting what she was going to say, "A-a...a dead body!?"

Naomi turned, and stared, horrified. Not only was there a pile of guts, blood, and entrails with blood heavily splattered against the wall, there was an actual in-tact body. It was a girl, maybe two years younger than Naomi and Seiko. Both of her arms were twisted oddly and clearly broken. Her hair was long and blonde. She had a jewel embedded in her forehead, and her eyes were rolled back into her head. The corpse's white, lifeless eyes stared eerily at the two. Blood dripped from her mouth, fresh. A startling voice of a crying girl echoed from the lifeless corpse.

"I had..so much to live for. Ellis, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop it from killing me! Survive, Ellis!"

"It's...so sad," Naomi whispered.

Seiko picked up a name tag from the corpse and read it out-loud, "Maryon Clea. Kimimoto High..."

"This girl..if we find Ellis, we'll tell her for you, Maryon," Naomi said, heart heavy.

They continued walking, avoiding the bloody remains of the splattered guts. The smell was so horrible it made Naomi and Seiko want to puke. They ran from it to get away from the horrid stench that the body emitted. Seiko almost wanted to cry. Though she held it together. Naomi leaned against the wall.

"Naomi...don't worry, we won't end up like her...either of them...," Seiko said, not sure if it was the truth or not.

"You don't know that," Naomi muttered, her voice bitter.

She was nearly gagging on it. The memory of the blood-soaked splatter of guts. Of the memory of it's smell, not meant to be smelled by a human. Of course the scents of mold, rot, decay, and mildew were all around her as sighed, inwardly depressed, but she knew with all her heart to stay positive. Seiko smiled her adorable smile and elegantly grabbed Naomi's arm and pulled her forward.

"Let's go, Naomi. We gotta find the others, and getting up won't help you, you sexy thing!" Seiko said, giggling.

Naomi nodded a little. They continued walking, the floor continuing to creak and squeal at their weight. Naomi tried to cheer up, but she couldn't remove her eyes from the rotting floorboards. Seiko gasped and shook Naomi's arm. Naomi felt dread weigh heavy in her stomach, fearing it was another dead body. However, what she saw was something different. There was a girl with gorgeous black hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Her eyes were a glorious color of green. She was thin, but lean. This beautiful girl hadn't noticed Naomi and Seiko yet.

"Hey! What's your name!?" Seiko yelled out, happy to see someone living.

The girl gasped, and ran.

"You think she might be Ellis!?" Naomi asked, a determined look shining in her eyes.

"Maybe! Even if not, the living should stick together!" Seiko said, taking off. Her curls bounced around.

Naomi followed, calling out to the girl, "Wait!"

The girl kept running, turning corners frantically to try and lose the other two. To no avail, they kept following. The girl ran into a dead end, crying out as she skidded to a halt and fell. Seiko and Naomi stopped behind her, breathing hard from the exertion.

"Oh...you're living. Sorry, I thought you were ghosts," the girl said, getting up shakily, still startled.

"Do you happen to be Ellis?" Seiko asked, smiling in a friendly, warm way.

The girl shook her head, "No, but I know her. My name is Ezerath. I was in a group of Ellis, Maryon, and Ezla. Ezla vanished. She learned how to move through dimensions, and left us. We ran into a problem, and I got separated, and I haven't found either of them..."

Naomi let out a choking sound and tried to keep from crying. Seiko stared at the ground, tears building up in her eyes. Ezerath looked between them, confused.

"What?" Ezerath asked, growing worry folared in her eyes.

Seiko held out Maryon's ID, tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry...she's...we found her corpse..."

Rage flared in Ezerath's eyes as she spoke, her voice shaking with pure anger, "Take me to her corpse!"

As much as Seiko and Naomi wanted to stay away from that bloody scene, they obliged. They lead Ezerath's shaking body to Maryon's mangled, bloodied, but still fresh, body. Ezerath dropped down and hugged Maryon's body to her. She was cold, but her blood was warm and sticky. Ezerath didn't shed a tear, but she remained totally silent. Finally, after several minutes, she spoke.

"You two, what are your names?" She said, eyes narrowed.

"I'm Seiko Shinohara," Seiko said, looking at Ezerath sadly.

"Naomi..Nakashima...," Naomi said, a fist held over her heart as she tried not to cry.

"Well, Naomi, Seiko. Nice knowing you, but we're all going to die," Ezerath said darkly, glaring at Maryon's blood on her hands.

"How could you say that!?" Seiko said, panicking, "We're gonna make it!"

"No. Maryon was one of the strongest girls in Kimimoto. If something managed to kill her, then we're all doomed. Besides, she was our groups spirit medium, Ezla was the other one. Maryon is dead, and Ezla won't let us get out. She's soulless and psychotic, but she knows how to leave this place. She won't say a single word though. Ayumi Shinozaki, she was brought here with you? She's your spirit medium. DON'T let her die!" Ezerath said, her voice thick with grief and fear.

"W-what will you do now?" Seiko said sadly.

"Survive as long as I can, try to collect information for you two," Ezerath said, laying Maryon down.

Ezerath looked at the two, such intensity in her gaze that fire could have sprung into her eyes, "Go!"

Seiko, scared, nimbly grabbed Naomi's arm and ran for it. Naomi tried her best to keep up with her panicked friend. Eventually she stopped, and they both leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Even after their breathing calmed down, there was utter silence. Seiko whimpered a little, then looked away from Naomi.

"N-Naomi...?" Seiko asked, avoiding all eye contact and blushing slightly.

"Yes, Seiko?" Naomi asked, noticing Seiko was actually embarrassed. That never happens!

"Um...just to be on the safe side...will you kiss me? Just so if we die...we've had our first kiss?" Seiko asked, blushing deeply.

Naomi blushed as well, and murmured, "Odd request..but...s-sure..."

Deep down, Seiko just wanted to kiss Noami before she died, even if it wasn't going to be here. Seiko slowly leaned in, putting her hand lightly on the back of Naomi's head. She pushed her lips against Naomi's softer lips. Naomi ended up kissing back, not being able to help it. Seiko was actually a really good kisser. Seiko stroked Naomi's hair. They didn't break apart for several minutes. When they did, Naomi started bawling her eyes out.

"Oh God! We're never gonna get out! We're gonna be a burden to our families!" Naomi said, crying so hard she was gasping frantically.

"Even if we don't make it back, that's not how our families will see it. It will be an incentive to make her proud, to strive to succeed knowing it's what she would have wanted," Seiko murmured, smiling and hugging Naomi encouragingly. Naomi harshly pushed her away.

"No! I don't know how your family thinks, but normal people don't think like that!" Naomi yelled, losing control over her words, "We'll be a burden that will weigh down on everyone's shoulders forever! Why are you so chipper!? We're going to DIE, and optimism isn't going to change that!"

Seiko had tears building up, "Naomi...how...," Seiko whimpered, then anger flared into her eyes, "How could you say that!? I love you! I just wanted to keep your hopes up I've loved you through years of our friendship!"

Seiko ran off quickly, tears falling down her face. Her heart felt like someone had stabbed it, and she swore she could feel blood gushing out, though nothing was. Eventually she had to stop and catch her breath. Seiko started crying even harder. Just then, she heard a soft voice call out her name. Mind unclear, she followed the voice.

Naomi sat there, stunned, for several minutes. Seiko...was in love with her? How could she not have noticed? And she just shattered Seiko's poor heart! Naomi ran off on shaky legs, screaming her name so loud her voice didn't even sound like her own. She passed rotting corpses, even stepped in them. Naomi didn't care as blood covered her shoes and the squish of guts underfoot sounded out. She ran up the creaky stairs, trying to find Seiko. She got up to the floor with the bathrooms, and heard a thud.

"S...Seiko?" Naomi asked, "Is that you, Seiko!?"

A wide grin spread across Naomi's face as she ran into the girls' bathroom. Another thud came from a stall. Naomi opened the door.

"Seiko!" She said, then screamed her name again much sadder, "SEIKO!"

Seiko hung there suspended by the rope around her neck. Her eyes were lifeless and watery drool dripped from her mouth. Naomi tried to scream, but no words what come out.

"Na...o..mi...," Seiko chocked out, her voice hoarse and barely there.

"Seiko! You're still alive!" Naomi screamed out.

Naomi wrapped her arms around Seiko and tried to lift her up. No use, Naomi wasn't strong enough. Naomi ran outside, and grabbed the bucket, fearlessly dumping out the intestines, blood, and maggots. She ran back inside with the bucket in her hands. Getting back to the stall, a loud clang erupted through the bathroom as the bucket the floor.

"Sei...ko...," Naomi said, tears flooding her eyes.

Seiko's eyes had rolled to the back of her head. Breathing stopped, skin cold, and worst of all, no pulse.

Naomi stood on the bucket and kissed Seiko's lips, even though they were cold as ice, "I'm sorry, Seiko..."

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Well then that's all I have for this chapter. Yeah I have like.. up to chapter 13 written on paper because I was writing at school. I just don't have it on the computer yet. But now that it's summer I'm hoping to STOP BEING A LAZY DUMB DUMB.

~Sage~


	5. Chapter 5

Welcome to Chapter 5! 3 chapters in one day. Is that enough to make up for me being so slow for so long? *pouts and gives you all puppydog eyes*

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Chapter 5

Annika kept running, but not from fear. She pushed her legs harder, lungs burning. She wanted to find something, anything. Something to make her feel fear. Ever since she got here, nothing phased her. The only thing she felt was concern. Concern for Morishige, and the others. Annika was also concerned about the fact nothing really scared her. Even the dead bodies had no effect. The scene of rot, decay, blood, guts; nothing about it bothered her. So she kept running, her feet thudding against the unstable floorboards. Her legs and lungs felt like someone had set them on fire, but Annika didn't quit. Eventually, she turned a corner and ran square into someone. It was definitely a guy, because she ran into his chest. A loss of balance caused Annika to cry out, and fall backwards on her butt.

"Annika?" The male asked, slightly confused.

Annika opened her eyes and looked up cautiously. Yoshiki stood over her with Ayumi next to him. Both of them knelt down. Ayumi carefully touched Annika's shoulder, thinking she was traumatized.

"Annika, what were you running from?" Ayumi asked quietly.

Annika sighed. How on earth could she explain she was running from herself, to find something to induce fear? They'd assume she's crazy. That this place had made her lose her mind.

"I was just eager to find someone else," Annika whispered, upset with lying to them.

"Well now you have," Yoshiki muttered, eyes half-closed. Annika running full speed into him had hurt a little.

"So I guess that means you haven't met anyone else other than us?" Ayumi asked, disappointed; her eyes were dull with being traumatized to some extent.

"I did. Morishige and I got separated when a light fell and broke the floor between us," Annika explained, tightening her pony tail.

"Morishige!? Is he hurt?" Ayumi asked, happy he was alive, but worried just the same.

"Well..maybe. He had hurt his leg a little in the fall, but seemed fine later on. I have no idea if the light falling caused him any injuries," Annika said, tilting her head slightly.

"I see. Well, we need to get moving either way," Yoshiki said, getting up.

"Right," Ayumi and Annika said in flawless unison, getting up as well.

They walked down in the dark, ominous channels of hallways. Ayumi seemed uneasy. Annika could tell that, deep down, Yoshiki was also uneasy. The silence stretched on, uninviting. The three stopped dead when they heard a male laugh. Ayumi's eyes widened with dread, and fear.

"We need to leave," Ayumi said, but Annika didn't budge.

"Is that...?" Annika asked, looking around the corner, "Well! If it isn't Venom from Kimimoto High!"

The other two looked as well. Standing there was a thin teenage boy with jet black hair and emo style bangs. He had two snake-bite piercings that went over his lower lip. He had purple eyes and gave off the stereotypical "emo boy" look. He wore a tight black v-neck and tight black jeans.

(A/N: The language the two speak for a bit is German. They don't really say anything important, but if you're really that curious as to what they say, message me about it. Oh, and if I screwed something up in German, let me know. I've only been in German I class so far, so I may have messed up somewhere.) "Ah! Hausefrau! Guten Tag!" He said, his voice seductive and smooth.

"Hausefrau!? Ich bin nicht eine Hausefrau!" Annika said, clearly offended.

The other two stood by awkwardly, having no idea what they were saying.

"Heh, du bist eine Hausefrau," Venom said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"NEIN! Ich bin nicht! Du bist ein schlect Junge!" Annika growled.

"Bin ich? Nein, ich bin nicht. Deine Schwester ist in hier," Venom murmured, avoiding eye contact.

"What!?" Annika exclaimed, anger raging in her eyes.

Yoshiki felt the need to intervene, "Uh..does he speak English by chance?"

Annika looked at Yoshiki. Her heart sped up and her gaze softened. She really hoped she wasn't developing a crush on this guy, "Yes. Venom is just being a dick. His native language is English."

"Aw, babe, you're no fun," Venom said. Annika was turned away from him, so he hugged her from behind in a, needless to say, seductive manner.

Annika lifted her foot quickly, right into his crotch. He immediately backed off and fell down, "We went to school together at Kimimoto before I moved."

When Venom got kicked, even Yoshiki cringed. That hurt him just watching, he looked at Venom, "You okay?"

"Yes...I'm all good," Venom murmured, getting up.

"We used to be co-singers in a band. We put on a stage performance of having a relationship, but he still likes to attempt to tease me about it. It never works though," Annika growled, glaring daggers of hate at Venom.

"Don't give it up so soon, babe. You were like a porn star up there sometimes," Venom said, narrowing his eyes and smirking.

"Well then, that's awkward...," Ayumi said, shifting awkwardly in place.

Annika glared even harder at Venom, "You jerk! How could you even bring that up again!?"  
Venom held up a tape, and smirked in the same seductive manner. He simply raised his eyebrows and licked his lower lip, maneuvering his tongue easily over his piercings. Annika lunged at Venom and knocked him down, pinning him to the ground. She reached desperately for the tape.

"Give it! You dick!" Annika said, her voice rising in anger.

"Hey! No! This is my blackmail! Get off and quit raping me!" Venom yelled.

Annika punched his arm and got up, "Me? Raping YOU? You're one to talk! Who else is here?"

"Just about everyone from Kimimoto...As far as I'm aware, Maryon and Charmina are dead," Venom said, dropping the seductive behavior completely. His eyes were clouded with pain and narrowed, and his voice was serious and hard.

Annika sighed, her gaze troubled, "Where's Claire?"

Ayumi and Yoshiki were taken aback at how Venom reacted to the question. His eyes became even more clouded as he gritted his teeth and growled under his breath, "I don't know..."

"You don't even know where your own sister is!?" Annika said angrily, "You worthless piece of..of..shit!"

Venom got up and got right in Annika's face, "I've been trying! You think I want to lose her again!?" It took all of his strength to keep his voice steady and the tears out of his eyes.

Annika's eyes widened and she looked at Venom sadly, "You broke, didn't you? I can smell it."

Venom twitched slightly and glared, backing up slightly. He grinned dangerously as words filled with hate slipped off his lips, "What does it matter to you? It's how I was raised."

"You wouldn't say that if Snow were here!" Annika yelled.

Something in Annika's words set Venom off. His hand, barely even hesitating, grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall, "Take that back, bitch!"

Ayumi stood there, stunned and hyperventilating as it happened. Yoshiki got over the shock and separated the two, which pushed Venom to the floor. Annika fell to her knees and started coughing. Ayumi then calmed down immediately and went over the help Annika.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Yoshiki said to Venom.

"No..don't be mad at him. He had every right. I crossed a line," Annika murmured, having regained her breath, "I'm sorry, Venom. You did promise her though..."

Venom frowned and got up, turning his back to them, "I know. It's alright. I shouldn't have attacked you either way. I know, I know I promised. I've hit rock bottom, though. Box, bottle, knife," Venom muttered.

"I know, I know. It's getting harder for you. Please, though, keep your promise to her...," Annika said.

"I'm trying, I'm trying. See ya 'round," Venom walked off.

"Hey wait! We should stick-" Ayumi started.

"Let him go," Annika said, but once Venom was out of earshot she continued, "He has emotional relapses. He acts like some sex-addict jerk. He is actually very kind, but depressed. His past was a mess."

Ayumi and Yoshiki nodded. All three of them continued walking through the dreaded dark halls of the school.

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Well there you have it! Chapter 5! Is it too awful? What do you guys think? If you want, you can tell me what you think in a review...I don't want to be pushy, but it'd be nice if you could leave a review.

~Sage~


	6. Chapter 6

Disclaimer: This chapter has mentions of self-harm in it and all that weird crap. If you can't handle it, don't read this chapter.

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Chapter 6

Satoshi walked around the school with Yuka clinging to his arm. He had praised her on handling the situation so well, because he was panicking on the inside. For the sake of Yuka, and his own sanity, he was managing to bottle up his fear. Satoshi had to admit, it only made him feel worse inside.

Yuka had a very, very vague feeling her brother wasn't coping very well. It was vague enough for her to miss it though. Mainly because she wanted to have faith in Satoshi and the smile he gave her every now and then. They were making an attempt to find a bathroom for Yuka. (A/N: NO. WE'RE NOT GOING THROUGH THE ENDLESS PEE-SEARCH. IT JUST AIN'T HAPPENING.)

Satoshi knew talking to Yuka would probably help more, but he couldn't find the words to say. This place. This cursed place made his head throb. His heart was beating hard with fear, but Satoshi ignored his fear just like he had since they got there. He felt Yuka tug his sleeve.

"Yes, Yuka..?" Satoshi said, unable to hide some of his fear from his voice.

"Onii-chan, are you okay?" Yuka asked, clutching his arm tightly.

Satoshi forced another smile onto his lips and nodded, "Of course I am, Yuka."

Satoshi fell, caught off guard. Yuka had tackle-hugged him, giggling, "Onii-chan1 You're so brave!"

Satoshi felt horrible for lying to her, but he didn't see another choice. He hugged her back tightly and thanked her. The lie weighed heavily on his shoulder's, and almost made him feel sick. Yuka got back up and so did Satoshi. Just then they both saw a very little girl, seven or eight years old, hunched over tying her shoes.

She had big brown eyes, and long brown hair. Satoshi was shocked someone so young was even in her. He walked up to her with Yuka cling to his arm again.

"Hi...are you lost hear?" Satoshi murmured.

The young girl looked up and smiled. Her voice had the distinct ring of a child as she said, "Amazing! I'm not the only living thing here!"

"Hello..did you come here with someone?" Satoshi asked.

"I'm not sure! But I've been searching for my onii-chan! I think he's playing a prank on me...," She said, looking around as if looking for her big brother.

"Oh...Sorry. I don't think he is...how old is he? And what's your name?" Satoshi questioned, dropping down to the girl's level

"My name is Claire. My onii-chan is Miles. He's 17. What are you two up to~?" She asked, as if NOTHING here phased her.

"Trying to find a bathroom. I'm Yuka, and this is my onii-chan Satoshi," Yuka said with a friendly smile.

"Nice to meet you. From the looks of your uniforms...You're Kisaragi students! I'm eight-years old, a member of Kimimoto Elementary. Anyways, can't you just piss in a bucket around here, Yuka?" Claire asked, confused when they looked at her shocked.

"Isn't 'piss' kind of a strong word for an eight year old?" Satoshi asked, slightly wide-eyed.

Claire tilted her head in a very confused way, "No? Mama and Papa always taught me and Miles not to limit our vocabulary."

"Where are your parents...?" Satoshi asked, wondering just what kind of people they could possibly be.

"Dead, I think. Mr. Policeman said they were going to the big scary prison house when I was four. I asked him again a few weeks ago. He said they got the electric chair or something. Zap zap!" She said, grinning mischievously and giggling.

"You...have childhood trauma, don't you?" Satoshi murmured to the slightly disturbing child.

"I dunno~! Maybe. Mama n' Papa liked to beat Miles, but Miles made sure they didn't touch me. I didn't like him getting hurt, but I was too young to stop it. They changed him. They forced onii-chan to do many bad things. He was...what I believe to be drunk..a lot. Mama n' Papa hit him when he wanted to quit the things they made him do. His room smelled oddly like smoke a lot..and I often found him passed out with his wrists covered in blood," Claire murmured, looking very downcast.

"So you DO understand that's a bad thing, right?" Satoashi asked, as Yuka clung to his arm tighter.

"Yes, but back then we were raised to believe it was okay. It was the thing where we came from. If you didn't do that, you were bullied. Horribly. Miles never took part in the bullying. He's been trying to stop. He stopped most of it, but he struggles with some of it due to his relapses. He's mainly struggling with the cutting...," Claire said, tilting her head to the right.

"Sounds like he's having a hard time...," Yuka murmured.

"You're pretty smart for an eight year old," Satoshi commented.

"Only because of Kimimoto. Before that, I could barely speak. The school in my home town encouraged disrupting class, so we never really learned. Fighting was good. Drugs were good. Rebellion was good. Hell, probably even killing was good to them," Claire said, "Kimimoto was so different, it took me forever to get used to."

"And how hard was it for Venom?" Satoshi asked.

"He didn't go to Kimimoto until two years ago. We were separated after the police came to the down, and shut the whole town down. They took me to Kimimoto. When I asked why I couldn't go with onii-chan, they said he wasn't stable enough. When he found me again, he was happy. Happiest I'd seen him in a long time.

"Something has been bothering him though. His relapses are getting worse. He can barely go to Kimimoto now because he has at least one relapse almost every day. He doesn't tell me what's wrong. Maybe he broke up with Snow? Before the town was set for demolition he and her spent lots of time together, but..he never really mentions her anymore," Claire murmured, stretching.

"I'm sorry. It must have been hard for you," Yuka said, letting go of Satoshi's hand and hugging Claire.

"Yuka, can I be friends with you and your onii-chan?" Claire asked happily.

"Of course you can, Claire," Satoshi said, getting up.

Yuka clung to his arm, and held Claire's hand as they continued to walk across creaking floorboards.


	7. Chapter 7

Warning: This chapter actually has self harm. Bleh. And it's focused around two OCs of mine. So if you can't handle it, skip it, like I usually said.

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Chapter 7

Personally? Venom didn't really care about that tape. Though the reputation of the sexual bad boy was what he cared about. No one was supposed to know he was unstable. He cursed himself mentally as the image of attacking Annika out again and again.

Venom could feel a relapse setting in. He would have killed for a lighter, match, something fire-related. He felt consumed by depression as he walked the dark halls. He wished he could find Dusk, or Claire. Claire was a tough girl, Venom was sure she could handle it. Dusk though...his lungs wouldn't be able to handle it here with all the mildew and rot.

"What if he's already dead...," Venom said, then mentally hit himself, "Come on, Miles. Pull it together."

As he walked along, he knew he would cave. Venom's hands twitched now and then, fiddling with one of his snake-bites. If he really needed to to he was prepared to use his own lip ring to cut himself. Venom knew he shouldn't be thinking about it, but he couldn't help it. He tried to fight it, but it did him no good.

Venom entered a classroom, thinking in a depressed manner as he could feel himself slipping. He sat down on the ground quietly. He took out his lip ring and made a quick cut on his wrist to calm himself down, even though it didn't do as much good as he hoped. He wiped the blood on the knee of his pants and put his lip ring back in. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and rested his chin on his knees.

"I'm doomed. I'm talking to myself even. This is survival of the fittest, and that definitely isn't me. I was never good in PE, I'm stupid, and hell, I may simply kill myself. I'm already having suicidal thoughts! What is wrong with me!?" Venom said, then he yelled out in frustration.

He could feel his mind sipping away. He grabbed his piercing again and slashed at his wrist numerous times. He didn't even realize he was doing it. That was the cost of his depression swings, he rarely had any realization or control. Venom calmed down and realized what he had down. He sighed and returned his lip ring back to his lip. He didn't bother to stop the blood from seeping out and running down his arm. Venom liked the way it felt. When the blood dried, he simply used the bottom of his shirt to get it off.

Venom stood up and left the classroom as he realized he felt a bit dizzy. He closed his eyes tightly as he regained focus. Only now did the though occur to him that letting all the cuts simply bleed was not a smart idea. See? This is what he meant when he called himself stupid. The instant he opened his eyes something cut him all the way up his arm, but NOW it just hurt. He turned abruptly and held his arm. He saw a ghost boy withing seemingly blood running from the corners of his mouth. Blood seeped from between Venom's fingers as the kid came closer, snapping scissors at him.

Venom collapsed and has his back to the wall, staring up into the dead ghostly eyes. He was terrified as the kid came closer, he couldn't move his body. Venom screamed as the kid raised the scissors and closed his eyes tightly .Venom braced himself to the attack that never came. When he opened his eyes he saw a whitish-silver hair girl with a Kimimoto uniform just like his flinging her arms through the ghost with her eyes closed. Eventually the boy dissipated. She turned to him and smiled.

"Hey! You alright!? Venom, right?" She asked.

"Uh..hey...yeah, I'm Venom. You're Oracle, Annika's friend, right?" He asked.

The girl laughed, "Yep! Hold still, we got to stop that bleeding! Luckily I know first aid!"

Oracle dropped down and wrapped his arm in bandages after moving his bloody hand away from the cut. Venom grimaced because it stung when she applied pressure to stop the bleeding. (A/N: What am I doing? I dont' know first aid. How can I write about a character who does? Oh well! Improvise!)

"Alright! You should be okay!" Oracle said happily, "Can you get up?"

Venom tried to get up, but the blood loss from his self harm and the attack was too much now. The hall spun and blurred and his head throbbed as he fell back down with a quiet wince.

"Y-you okay!?" Oracle asked, sitting next to him.

"J-just...just...lost...t-too much..blood," Venom said, breathing heavily, "I don't...feel so well."

"Take it easy. Calm down, breath in and out. Do you feel like you're gonna pass out?" Oracle said, rubbing his back.

"The hall..is spinning. My head hurts. I feel weak. And yes. I do feel like I'm going to pass out," Venom murmured, his breathing calming down.

(A/N: What are you looking at me for? I don't know what to do. Uh..uh..IMPROVISE!) "Lay down...," Oracle said, helping him lay down gently, "Close your eyes and focus on my voice to your best ability."

"Okay," Venom said as he did so.

Oracle kept talking to him gently until he felt better. The process was slow, but she didn't leave his side. Venom had been her crush at Kimimoto for years, but whenever he was there he barely noticed her. Aside from Claire, and his very very close friends, Venom didn't talk to many people when he was at school. Oracle had noticed he was a little bit of a withdrawn and quite person in school when he was alone or with someone he barely knew.

"Thanks," Venom said, still vaguely dizzy but it was much better.

"How come I rarely saw you at school? You showed up maybe once a week," Oracle asked as she began to walk.

"I..uh..have a... "chronic" illness, of some sort," Venom muttered, following her.

Oracle nodded, focusing in on a sound of what seemed like a person. The more the merrier, as...long as they were alive, that is.


	8. Chapter 8

Hi! We're back around to Morishige in Chapter 8! Heh. If he hadn't been called by my friend D, then I'D have taken him by now! XD

I want to give a big thank you to Codebreakeryuuki for their reviews! They really made me smile reading them, and it's good to know someone likes the story so much! Thank you for that!

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Chapter 8

Morishige sat there with his back pressed against the wall. When the light fell part of it caught his leg and cut it open. He had let it stop bleeding, and even though it hurt, he was pretty sure he was okay now. Carefully, Morishige stood up, making a mental note to be careful.

He titled his head curiously at the dead body he was pretty sure wasn't there before. It looked fresh anyways. Morishige knelt down next to it and stared at it with fascination. It was so much more lively and real than the ones he had seen in drama club. He pulled out his phone and took a quick picture of it.

Morishige studied the details. The girl was his age at least, no doubt, and had a knife sticking out of her chest. The girl's hair was dyed a variety of colors from the rainbow and it was splayed around her. Her observed her name tag, doused in blood.

"Mmmm, Charmina Roseward. Interesting," Morishige put the name tag swiftly in his pocket.

He ran his hand over the bloody knife and pulled it out. It was small, but could be used for self defense. Morishige stared at the corpse one last time before smirking and getting up. Then he frowned, getting an eerie feeling someone was watching him. He turned. Morishige turned just in time to see a blur pass him by.

"Hold it!" Morishige said sternly, running in the direction he thought it went.

He reached a dead end, where stood a girl a good bit shorter than him, but probably the same age. She had purple hair, longer in the front than the back. She wore the same uniform as the dead student, but black. She had boots on, a studded collar, net leggings, and net gloves that cut off at the elbow and fingertips. As soon as Morishige stopped and held up the bloody knife, the girl turned around and hissed at him, revealing fangs. He stood there, unphased.

"Aaaw! No fair! Ow," The girl took her fangs out to reveal a normal set of teeth, "Ow! Sorry, I got them for like a dollar. Hi, I'm Iris Fang. I'm from Kimimoto High. Who are you?" Iris held up her own knife to match his, except hers had no blood.

"I don't feel obligated to tell my name to a possible killer," Morishige responded calmly.

"A killer!? What are you talking about?! Charmina!? I would never kill her! She was an angel! Why would I kill her?" Iris said, clearly offended.

"I don't know. I know nothing about you. Why WOULD you kill her?" Morishige said, keeping the same calm composure as before.

"Okay. Let me use logic. I'm a normal girl, correct? You got that knife from her body, right? Why would a normal girl like me carry TWO knives? I wouldn't. I'm not weird! So, first off, if I had killed her I wouldn't have left the knife in her body. Second, even if I did, I wouldn't have this knife in my hand. Listen, I have useful information, just lower your knife, and I'll lower mine," Iris said, just as calm.

"Fair enough. Nice alibi. I'm Sakutaro Morishige, but please call me Morishige. I'm from Kisaragi High," Morishige put the knife away as he spoke. In return, Iris put hers away as well.

"Nice to meet you," Iris said, holding out her net-gloved hand.

"Same to you. What's this useful information?" Morishige murmured, shaking her hand.

"Alright. I've been here for a week. I've learned how to survive, for one. So have many others who came here with me. What or who ever has been holding this dimension together is rather pissed. There are approximately at least 9 people who you must be careful around. Fire are alive, four are dead. The first four are ghosts of vengeful children, who to my guess created this school," Iris held out photos of the four.

Morishige took them and nodded.

"Also, the five living. Mark Genis, Ezla Uzanier, Coria Roseward, and Banita Elawave are four. The firth's identity is unknown to me," She held out four other photos.

Morshige took them as well, "Thank you for the warning. You should probably stay with me. It's not good for anyone to be alone in here."

"You flirting with me, glasses guy?" Iris teased, narrowing her eyes.

Morishige glared, "Never. Don't make me say it again, call me Morishige."

"Fine, fine. Let's go then, shall we?" Iris said, walking past him.

Morishige sighed and followed. This would be an interesting time.

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Well that's all I got this time 'round! Thanks for reading. If you like it, you can let me know by sending me a PM or just leaving a review! If you're going to criticize, though, make it constructive. If you're gonna say it sucks, tell me why. And try to go easy on my poor heart, I'm upset easily. Anyways, this chapter was kind of short...sorry. I have a feeling some of the future ones are kind of short too, which make me a little embarrassed but oh well.

~Sage~


	9. Chapter 9

Well I'm back! Again! With Chapter 9. I don't know HOW I ended up back on Oracle and Venom already, but I did. Whoops.

In case you haven't been able to tell, Venom is kind of messed up in the head. There is self-harmy stuff in this, because it's Venom. Shut up and deal or skip this chapter. Mooo. And so it begins...

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Chapter 9

Venom could feel it starting again. One of his beautiful emotional breakdowns he couldn't help. He took a rough shot in the dark.

"Hey, Oracle. You wouldn't happen to have a match or a lighter would you?" Venom asked, figuring he could make some futile attempt to delay the inevitable.

"Sure. You okay? You've been tense, and quiet," Oracle said, tossing him a random lighter. (A/N: Oracle what ELSE do you have on you? First you have random bandages, and now a lighter. Hm...You're odd.)

"I'll be okay. Sorry 'bout this, you know, if you hate me for it," Venom lit a cigarette and turned away.

"I'm disappointed, but I don't have you," Oracle murmured.

"I'm trying to stop. It's not working so well," Venom said, shrugging.

"Well why isn't it working?" Oracle asked.

"It helps me with the chronic illness...sometimes. Not always. Sometimes it's just like trying to delay tomorrow from coming; impossible," Venom sighed.

Oracle nodded and grinned like a child, "Come on!"

Oracle grabbed his hand and ran. Venom felt strange when she did so. Her hand...felt so warm to him. Like his own hand was frozen solid. Which may not be too far from the truth because this place was freaking freezing, but you know. Venom felt he pulse quicken. His eyes widened as he realized this feeling. He hadn't felt it since...since Snow's murder. Venom was developing a crush on Oracle, one he'd been trying to prevent for years. Suddenly swirls of emotions hit him, depressing him farther than he'd felt in years. Venom looked at Oracle's silvery-white hair, and stopped running. Oracle looked back at him, and saw his face. Written all over it was pain and depression.

"Venom, are you okay?" Oracle asked, dropping his hand and walking closer to him.

Venom backed up, so lost he felt sick, "No..no! This can't be happening...!"

Venom ran away from Oracle as fast as he could. He was scared. Scared what would happen to her, would she end up just like Snow if he fell for her? He dropped the cigarette and kept running. The feeling of just wanting to curl up and cry was overwhelming. Physically and emotionally old scars and wounds were brought to his attention. Oh yeah, like his two broken ribs from when he was 7 that never healed right. Didn't mention that earlier.

His side seized in pain due to said injuries, but he kept running. Venom had no clue what to do, he was at a complete loss. Eventually, he couldn't keep running anymore and simply collapsed against the wall. He coughed a bit, struggling to breathe from his improperly healed ribs and the overexertion. Something glistening caught his eye. A dangerous smile appeared on his lips and his hand moved on it's own. Gripping the glass shard tightly, making his palm bleed. Shakily he held it over his wrist, the one already covered in cuts.

He lost control again, feeling nothing but pain inside. Completely overcome by darkness that seeped into his mind. Reminding him of the sound it made when Snow's neck broke in the hands of his best friend. Of everything. Things he never stopped. He bled, but he didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. He was seeing red. Venom couldn't see anything but red and black. This was something more than just what he had felt. This was worse than his emotional breakdowns. Much, much worse. It wasn't even him anymore, and somewhere in the shroud of his mind that was still there, he knew it wasn't him. He knew something had taken him over.

A word appeared in his head, 'Darkness'. Driven over, he held the knife aimed at his chest. He didn't know what was controlling him, but Venom wanted to break that control, and he only knew one way to do it. Images of thigns he could have stopped, people he could have saved, things he could have done different. They all flashed through his head. He was prepared to end his own life, and the darkness that was overcoming him. That's when something knocked his hands out of the way, and made him drop the glass shard.

Something slammed against Venom and knocked him back into the wall. The red haze left his vision, and his head cleared; he heard sobbing, and his chest felt wet. He looked down to see Oracle sobbing into his chest, hugging him tightly. Was it just an emotional relapse after all...?

"Don't! Please! Don't hurt yourself anymore! Tell me what's wrong! I swear I'll listen! It's okay.., you don't have to end your own life. I'll protect you, and your heart. You don't have to run anymore. I want to understand. Please, just tell me what's wrong...," Oracle said, hugging him even tighter, "Wait. No. Tell me after I've stopped the bleeding."  
Oracle wrapped his wrist in gauzey bandages again (A/N: ORACLE, YOU HAD MORE!?) and stopped the blood from seeping from the red lines that scattered Venom's pale wrist. Venom felt so horrible and guilty. He'd never seen Oracle so upset before, even at school.

"I'm...sorry," Venom murmured when he finally found the courage to face her and her tears.

"Why...," Oracle murmured, "Why would you do that to yourself?"  
Oracle started crying again. Venom, instinctively, hugged her. She beat on his chest, screaming why at him until her sobs quieted down to soft whimpers. Venom decided he might as well tell her about his emotional breakdowns. That's all he could think of that could have caused him to act that way.

"I'm so sorry. I should have mentioned it. I should have told you the truth. Oracle, you remember my "chronic illness"? I have emotional breakdowns and when they get bad enough..well..you saw what happened. It's almost like I'm not in my right mind, I have no control. I don't remember ever picking up the glass shard," Venom said, his voice quiet.

Oracle helped him up, 'I'm so sorry for yelling and crying. I was just so scared. I'm sorry. I didn't know about your breakdowns..."

"Don't apologize for worrying," Venom said as they walked, giving her a smile.

She smiled back. That's when he noticed. Venom saw the floor haphazardly cracking beneath them. He screamed out Oracle's name and pushed her back. The floor beneath him gone, Venom fell into a pit of darkness with Oracle safe. Venom wasn't scared. All that mattered was he had gotten Oracle out of the way. At some point, he hit ground.


	10. Chapter 10

Hi! How are you?

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Chapter 10

"I'm sorry, Seiko," Naomi murmured, being strong for the sake of her best friend's hanging corpse.

Naomi blamed herself for everything. Though her death only strengthened Naomi's desire to escape. For Seiko. For Maryon. Even for Ezerath. Naomi was so caught up in thought when she walked out of the bathroom door someone ran into Naomi. They both fell down.

Naomi looked up. A teenage boy a couple years younger than her sat there. He had vibrant ginger hair and big, glowing green eyes. Freckles dotted his cheeks lightly. This boy had a soft gaze and a friendly smile.

"Sorry, ma'am. I wasn't looking where I was going," he said, getting up and offering her his hand.

Naomi took the offer and stood up. Her eyes met his gentle gaze, "It's alright. My name is Naomi Nakashima, I'm from Kisaragi High."

He smiled more. The tips of his bangs hung over his eyes very slightly. Naomi was caught off guard when he slid his foot back and bowed very politely, "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Nakashima. I'm from Kimimoto Junior High."

Naomi bowed slightly as well, "Well aren't you polite."

"Kimimoto has taught me to be said way to all strangers until given permission to be informal," He said, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. (*le wild Sage appears* BULLCRAP YOU SUCK-UP YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT TO BE A LITTLE SUCK-UP! RAWR!)  
"You have my permission. Say, I don't think I caught your name," Naomi said.

He pouted and murmured, "Don't laugh. My name isn't very mandly. My name is Ginger Ryoushei."

"I think it's a fine name. Gentle, like your personality. Oh, you're hurt!" Naomi noticed Ginger's shoulder was bleeding.

"Yeah, I got ambushed by some one-eyed ghost girl. Be careful around here, Naomi. I'd hate to see such a beautiful face as yours get harmed," Ginger said, smiling politely.

Naomi blushed, "Thank...thank you. How about we stick together!"

"Sounds like a plan," Ginger said, "It's kind of cold in here, are you cold?"

Naomi nodded. Ginger though for a brief moment before he took off his button-up school jacket to reveal a simple white shirt. He placed the shirt around Naomi's shoulders.

"Thank you...," Naomi murmured.

Ginger smiled and nodded. He sighed as he tapped his hand against a window, "It seems like finding a way out naturally in this nexus of closed spaces can't be done."

Naomi held up a key, "Well, before...a tragedy occurred..., I did find this. Could you ever find room 3-a?"

"Oh, yeah? I did," Ginger said, walking to a gap in the floor. Naomi gasped as Ginger recklessly jumped across, clinging to the other edge. With a little effort, the boy pulled himself up.

"Ginger! Be careful!" Naomi said, walking up to the edge, "Now what do I do?"

"Jump with your hand extended, I won't let you fall. I promise. Hold onto my school jacket with your other hand," Ginger said gently.

Naomi had no idea why she listened to his near stranger, but she did. She jumped and quickly felt a gentle hand grab hers tightly and pull her the rest of the way. Naomi tripped when she landed, but Ginger caught her with his arm around her waist. Their eyes locked for several minutes. Then Ginger quickly let go and turned away, blushing heavily.

"S-sorry!" Ginger said, embarrassed. (A/N: Smooth. Smooooth.)

Naomi stared at Ginger still, not sure what to say about what just happened.

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Hi again! So, what do you think of Ginger? Is he enough of a suck-up? XD I'm so sorry this chapter is REALLY short. o-o It looks so much longer on paper.

~Sage~


	11. Chapter 11

Hi! I'm back with Chapter 11! I was going to post yesterday, but I had a friend in need. Anyways, so it's good to be back and it's good to be posting again. I'm trying to get it fully updated from the paper version I had written with some revisions still. I only have a few more chapters left before I'm updated and I can start really creating it to be my own! This chapter is also kind of short, NOT as short as last one because I tried to work in a little bit more of an actual POV. Heh. Let's respond to people!

GreenPearl Atlantic Aries: I agree. Corpse Party is an amazing game. I'm glad you like it.

Codebreakeryuuki: Sachiko paper scraps...*thinks* do they have them...uuuh...Give me a bit. I didn't really think about that. And Mayu...WHOOPS. OH CRAP. I FORGOT MAYU EXISTED. DX That's because in both the anime and the game she dies so quickly. DX So I probably won't ever really write much about her, because I don't really know how she acts well enough in my own light from watching her act in the game or anime to really get a good feel for her.

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Chapter 11

Satoshi still was struggling to keep it together, his fear clouding his judgement. Now on the line was a poor either year old with enough trauma in her life. Claire skipped along as if being in some hell dimension didn't effect her. Satoshi admired the young girl's courage, and Yuka's too. Yuka had held it together since they had found Claire, and he was proud. What he didn't understand was why Claire kept randomly hitting the walls with her hand while giggling.

"Yuka. You should be careful where you let your eyes see," Claire murmured. Satoshi watched as Claire turned Yuka's head away and knelt down next to a skeletal remain on the ground.

Claire pulled a bone out of it and found something to sharpen it with. Satoshi had a bit of growing concern as he tried to figure out what she was doing with said bone. Satoshi walked over to her.

"Um...Claire? What are you doing?" Satoshi asked, eyes widening slightly when he realized what she had turned the bone into.

"I made a knife!" Claire said in such a childish way, holding the knife in Satoshi's face.

Satoshi over-reacted and gasped and backed up. He should have known the girl wouldn't have actually hit him with the knife, but you can never be too sure.

"C-Claire! Maybe you should give that to me...," Satoshi murmured, then freaked out slightly as he realized Claire was walking away from him, swinging the knife haphazardly around.

"CLAIRE! M-maybe you should be careful!" Satoshi yelled. He hugged Yuka as he coaxed his younger sister to follow Claire, of course at a distance.

"I know what I'm doing!" Clare said happily.

Satoshi got goosebumps when he heard an eerie voice call out from beside Claire, "I highly doubt that belongs to you."

"They were dead; they shouldn't mind," Claire said, turning to a girl who Satoshi hadn't noticed before. She had long black hair, about the same height as Claire, and a red dress.

'Where did she come from...?' Satoshi thought to himself, panicking again when Claire held the knife to the girl's neck.

"And I don't believe we're yours to kill!" Claire said, a dark grin appearing on her face.

The girl with black hair gasped and backed away, eyes wide. Satoshi turned Yuka away in case something happened that would scare her. In the rush of the moment, Satoshi ran forward and grabbed Claire's arm.

"Claire! She's a little girl, just like you," Satoshi chastised gently, trying to make her understand.

Yuka by now was hyperventilating in fear, even when she wasn't looking at what was going on. Claire ripped her arm from Satoshi's grasp with a strength he didn't realize an eight year old could have.

"Shut up! She's not living! I can tell! She has to be an entity holding this dimension together!" Claire said, lunging at the girl with black hair. She was going in for the strike.

Yuka had taken a peek out of curiosity, and screamed when she saw Claire lunging at the girl. Satoshi went to console Yuka and comfort her from the sights in front of the poor girl's eyes. He knew he should have stopped Claire, but for an eight year old she was strong. Besides, something told him he shouldn't mess with a slightly-crazy little girl with a knife lunging at another possibly-crazy girl. Thinking about it interfering with that didn't seem like a very good idea.

The girl's face had contorted with rage, glaring daggers at Claire. She pulled out a pair of bloody, rusty scissors, and brought them to meet Claire's boney knife. There was a spark and clang from the collision. Yuka cried out and hugged into Satoshi, sobbing as the two little girls quarreled. Satoshi had decided the best thing for him to do at this point was to sit and keep Yuka calm. (Because seriously. You guys want to get in the way of two crazy little girls with sharp objects trying to kill each other? I hope not. If so, you must have a death wish. O-o)

"Bitch! You ruined my cover!" The black haired girl yelled, going for a strike that missed Claire due to her dodging.

"Bitch you ruined it yourself!" Claire yelled out.

Claire struck the girl across the eye with her knife, crying out something that frankly, Satoshi didn't bother to try and decipher it. Satoshi heard Yuka scream and realized that the black haired girl's scissors were aimed straight for Claire's heart as she drove them forward. Satoshi let go of Yuka and ran out, too bad he wasn't really needed. Claire easily jumped over the girl. Satoshi stared in mild shock as she landed perfectly on her hands, turning and dropping her feet down so that she was facing the black haired girls back. She ran forward, pointing her knife straight for the girl's back. And the girl took the bait. The black haired girl dodge it, but Claire had planned that. Claire quickly turned and brought her knee up fast and hard straight into the little girl's chin. This fight was on. And all Satoshi and Yuka could do was stand there wide-eyed in shock. The only thought that crossed their mind is who had taught Claire how to fight.


	12. Chapter 12

Hi! I'm back with Chapter 12! I just realized another person I totally forgot about! Poor Ms. Yui...oh well. She doesn't entirely matter to me. Not that I hate her, I'm just indifferent. Aside from the fact she had a panda necklace. That was epic.

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Chapter 12

Annika glanced around the odd landscape of the school. Holes, cracks, bodies, and bones. She observed the area for any kind of clue as to where to go. She occasionally observed cracks in the floor a little closer, and occasionally smacked the wall with the back of her hand. The silence over the three was a bit tense. Ayumi and Yoshiki weren't entirely sure what to do about the tension that weighed down the air, almost making it a little hard to breathe. Whatever Annika was doing was strange, and neither of the two were sure they wanted to mess with her while she was so focused.

"Annika, would you like to tell us just what the hell you're doing?" Yoshiki asked curtly.

"Just give me time. I used to be in Kimimoto High. It was a strict school but it taught me what I need to know to survive. That's what you want to do, right? Survive?" Annika said sternly, pulling up a loose floorboard and observing underneath it. Nothing.

She noticed a wall seemed different than the rest of the walling in the hall. Annika pressed her ear against it and knocked on it. Hollow. The wall was fake. Annika had a feeling it was, and she was right. She backed up and popped her neck. Annika performed a proper martial arts stance as she kicked the wall and watched it crumble. This revealed a stairway to roof access.

"Uh...nice job," Yoshiki murmured.

Annika grinned and walked up the stairs. Ayumi and Yoshiki watched as Annika observed the lock on the door.

"It's locked, but can be opened. It's not acting like a decoration like the front entrance. We should be able to find a key. If that fails, find my a sharp object and I'll pick the lock," Annika muttered, jiggling the door.

"First, why do you know to pick locks?" Ayumi said, eyes wide, "Second, why could you kick down a wall?"

"Third...if you can break down a wall, why can't you just break down the door?" Yoshiki asked. Both Ayumi and Yoshiki had growing concern about the person they had with them by this point.

"Ayumi to answer both of your questions, Kimimoto taught me to before I went to Kisaragi. Yoshiki, to answer yours, there are already angry spirits here. By any means if I don't have to I'd like to not anger them more. In case you have been too dull to notice Kimimoto was a fighting, missionary, and survival school. It is very formal and they even have an elite force," Annika said, pushing back a strand of golden hair that had fallen from her ponytail.

They both could find nothing to say. Shocked, they both just waited at the bottom of the stairs. Annika descended the stairs, keeping her senses up completely. Her situational awareness at it's highest peak. She glanced around, making a plan in her head as to what she would do if anything happened. Action was faster than reaction. So if she had a plan, and could execute it properly, then the enemy would have to react on the spot. Or counter with their own plan. Sometimes survival was a bit of a gamble and you had to take your chances.

"You're acting a little strange...," Ayumi murmured (A/N: Whoops, almost typed murdered. That would not have been good.)

"Yeah, yeah. I know," Annika said, eyes narrowed, "But if it keeps us alive, rather than dead, are you really going to complain?"

"I suppose not...I guess it makes sense," Ayumi murmured, staring at the ground.

Annika glanced over her shoulder, then to her left. She felt a disturbance, like someone was watching them. Annika suddenly got tense.

"Keep your guard up," Annika muttered, "There is something coming our way."

"What is it?" Yoshiki asked calmly. He was terrified by all this, but he wasn't going to show it to this new girl, or Ayumi.

"That!" Annika said, glaring as she turned to a tall, zombie-like male carrying a hammer.

"Ah! What do we do!?" Ayumi screamed, hyperventilating.

"This breaks everything I know...Split up! There is one of him, three of us. I'll hold him off. You two split up as well, just in case he he over powers me!" Annika said, cracking her knuckles.

"We can't just leave you here!" Yoshiki yelled.

"That'd be c-crazy!" Ayumi said, eyes widening.

"We can't just leave you, what if something happens to you?" Yoshiki asked.

"I can take him, just go! I'll fight better when you're gone, because I won't have to worry about keeping an eye on you two!" Annika held up three knives in each hand, holding the handles between her fingers. Total of six knives, arms crossed over her chest, and she was in a defensive stance. When the other two hesitated to move, she shouted out with an alarmingly loud, stern, and cruel voice, "GO!"

Ayumi and Yoshiki split, and the three of them were separated in hopes of survival. What a stupid idea. Annika stood in her place, courage surging through her body. It didn't matter she might die here, she was persistent on believing she could handle it. Annika took a deep breath, having formulated a plan step by step in her head of her attack. She had to take yet again another slight gamble in survival since she didn't know exactly what this zombie-like man was going to do in reaction, but she could only assume. She just hoped she assumed right.

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Ohhh, more fights. Lovely fights everywhere. So what do you think? Chaos going on everywhere, fights finally breaking out, people being somewhat forced to split up. Only disaster can occur, right? Well you'll only know if you keep reading! :D

~Sage~


	13. Chapter 13

Oh joy! Crazy people! Hurray!

Hi guys, it's me Sage. I'm sorry it's been a bit since I last posted, I got a bit distracted with some other things.

Like my tablet breaking, and visiting my sister.

Anyways! Enjoy Chapter 13!

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Chapter 13

Oracle stared at the hole Venom had just plunged through. A ghost girl was talking to her, and Oracle was very vaguely listening. Something about being the spirit of a dead girl named Naho? Oracle didn't really care. Naho had been talking for several minutes about the curse. Dimensions, insanity, suicides, murders. Basically explaining to Oracle all these attempts to get out were futile and they were all destined to die in this hell dimension. Oracle was tired of listening.

"I don't care. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care! I don't care what you think, we'll live!" Oracle yelled at Naho, staring straight into her unnerving eyes that resembled that of a dead fish. Oracle jumped into that dark hole after Venom.

Several minutes before Oracle had jumped, Venom had hit hard ground. He opened his eyes and forced himself to sit up, wiping blood from the corners of his mouth. (A/N: Ven Ven! You're not dead!Omg! XD) Doing the best with the materials he had handy, he cleaned the blood that was running down the side of his head. Venom had to admit in his whole life this place had shown him more blood than he'd ever really seen. He stood up, but immediately collapsed against the wall. The room spun dangerously around him, and he probably had a concussion from the fall. Venom forced his feet to move forward down a hall, leaning against the wall.

Oracle landed smoothly, unlike Venom, and she saw blood on the ground. Since he was no longer there, Oracle could take a guess he was still alive. Or he was dead and she somehow warped dimensions. Oh well, whatever. Her eyes turned to the only path she could see and go down. So, Oracle ran. Flashing by both red and blue spirits as they watched her with odd curiosity. Oracle kept running, noticing none of them. She pushed her legs to move faster, as she spotted blood on the wall. Oracle stopped rather abruptly at the site of a person. However, this person was not Venom.

Crouched on the ground, face buried in knees, was a very frail-looking teenage boy. His arm looked small enough to fit her whole hand around. His hair, occasionally knotted, was dark gray. Not even like it was natural; almost as if he had been inside for years. Alone in the dark. His skin was somehow paler than Venom's.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Oracle said, kneeling down next to the teenager.

He snapped his head up; his eyes a mix of emotions. Dark emotions. The eyes of this boy were unfocused, and had dark lines underneath them. Oracle knew he must have felt threatened, and backed up some.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to scare you," Oracle said calmly, hoping to calm him down, "Can you tell me your name?"  
"M-Mark...," he said, his voice hoarse from what seemed like lack of use. It appeared he had some complications forming words.

"I'm Oracle," she said in a soothing voice, like a mother's soothing a scared child.

Mark stood up and turned away. He was shaking, and Oracle could see it clearly as he trembled. She put a hand on his shoulder, but a reaction she didn't expect was her reward. Mark's eyes widened angrily as he grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back, pushing her against the wall. Her head turned so she didn't smash her face against the wall, Oracle gasped out in pain as Mark twisted her arm harder and emitted a sound that resembled growling.

"Don't...Touch...Me," He murmured. The words came out as simply hollow growls, and he let go. Mark's breathing was uneven and hard. It was almost as if just that had taken all the energy his think, fragile, nearly boney frame had.

His eyes became chaotic, even more so than before. Mark's eyes had lost all focus to them. All Oracle could do was stand there, dumbfounded.

"Mark...are you okay?" Oracle said, keeping her distance. (A/N: Well at least you're keeping your distance. But seriously. He just pinned you against the wall and twisted your arm. Why are you still there, Oracle? I'm not sure if you're being extremely kind towards him or just being stupid.)

He leaned back against the wall, and showed no sign at all that he could hear her words anymore. Mark seemed completely void of life, detached from from reality. His eyes stared blankly at nothing specific, and Oracle wondered if he could even see anymore. The only sign she knew he was alive at this distance was the frantic rise and fall of his chest. Oracle reached forward and grabbed his wrist, trying to snap him out of his daze. In a flash, Mark had her pinned to the ground, trembling hands tightly wrapped around her neck.

Oracle thrashed, but Mark for some reason was stronger than her. With every move she made to get out, Mark only tightened his suffocating grip. From the lack of oxygen she so very much needed to live, she lost strength. Oracle could no longer find the strength to even lift a limb, more or less try to get out of his grasp. Her vision blurred, everything becoming just a foggy image, and her lungs burned for the oxygen her body was desiring. Just as she could feel herself slipping from the world into the dark world of the unconscious, she felt the grip on her neck lessen greatly. Oracle gasped for air desperately, when she realized there was a small weight pressed against her body. When her vision cleared and she could think straight again, Oracle came to realize Mark had collapsed against her. He had passed out.

"He must have run out of energy...poor thing...," Oracle whispered.

Carefully she moved the light body off her and laid him down gently. There was a pained expression across Mark's unconscious face. Oracle took out a comb and gently began to comb the knots out of his hair. (A/N: Oh yes, because I totally would stay and take care of the guy who just tried to strangle me. Either you're really persistent on helping his crazy ass, or you are just...really foolish.) Oracle's expression grew worried when she noticed Mark felt faintly warm, like he had a fever.

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Yep...Oracle you're one strange gal. And where the crap do you keep all of this stuff. Bandages, combs, etc. What the hell?

Let me know what you think! Same drill, blah blah blah!

I'll see you in Chapter 14 with Morishige and Iris!

~Sage~


	14. Chapter 14

Hi guys! I'm back again with Morishige and Iris~! Just like I said. I'm fully updated with the one I wrote on paper and now my updates will probably take longer because I have to actually think again. Poo. Let's reply to some people!

Codebreakeryuuki: I just want to tell you again how happy your reviews make me.

Shredder572: I'm glad you liked Chapter 9 then. Even if it's the only one you post on, thank you for reviewing at all! :D It means a lot to me. I'm glad you can relate to him. I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but if you ever do just want someone to talk to, no matter what it's about, I'm willing to listen and you can pm me. Remember that for me, k Shredder?

Guest: Aaaw, I'm sorry. *hugs* I know, Seiko's death almost made me cry. I hope you kept reading still, long enough to see this reply at least.

Thank you guys so much for the reviews. 16 is the most I've ever had. And no, this isn't my only fanfiction on here. My other account is under the penname Dapplepaw. That'll probably change soon. But if you're into Black Butler or Fruits Basket you may want to check it out because I am posted "Silver" for Black Butler and "Everyone Has Their Secrets" for Fruits Basket. Yaw. :D And so the story continues!

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Chapter 14

They had been walking for what felt like forever. Even by this point, Morishige wasn't sure how he felt about Iris. To some degree she was annoying; teasing him in a flirtatious way he didn't understand. On the other hand, Iris was kind of attractive, and her morbid nature was interesting.

None of it really mattered to Morishige though. To him right now, what mattered was staying..ya know, alive. Mainly so he could go and find Mayu, but the others as well. There was a slight side concern that he was unintentionally being indifferent towards Iris like he did with everyone else. Iris flicked him in the side of the head, bringing him out of his thought process.

"Morishi, you alright? There is a very slight limp and you seem very distracted," Iris said, leaning against the wall with a slight smirk.

"I'm fine. Don't call me Morishi. There is a 'ge' at the end," Morishige muttered, pushing up his glasses.

Frustration. That's what he felt when she spoke to him. All these pet names, teasing, and so forth. Morishige didn't like it. What the hell kind of name is "Morishi"? Iris was frustrating him to no end, yet he felt no resentment or anger towards her. And this alone just frustrated the teenage boy more.

"I know! But 'ge' isn't needed in a pet name. Morishi is cute, just like you," Iris purred, poking his nose. She then proceeded to play with his hair.

He hit her hand away. Morishige felt nervous when she did that, and he had no idea why. He turned his back to her, and was now facing the door they were trying to unlock. It was 3-A, but Annika had the key. Iris rolled her eyes and pulled out a hand gun. She shot the lock in the perfect way to unlock it. Morishige stared at her, dumbfounded. She stared back, in a very bored manner, and yawned.

"What? Everyone in Kimimoto was taught at least one way to unlock a door without a key. I could have just broken the door, but I like playing with my guns. I mean, I was specialized with weaponry like guns, knives, and explosives. So what better way could they have taught me other than shooting a lock, Morishi?" Iris said, shrugging.

Morishige shook his head lightly in minor amusement at her nonchalant attitude as he opened the door. Instantly the smell of rot and decay hit the two. Basically unaffected, he walked in. Iris walked in as well, calmly slipping her gun into the belt-loop of her skirt.

"Well looky here, glasses guy! An empty room!" Iris said, leaping forward and wrapping her arms around Morishige. She was hugging him from behind.

Morishige stiffened. What the hell was she doing? Was she HUGGING him? (A/N: Sorry. I just have a tendency to make fun of Morishige's withdrawn and anti-social nature in this chapter.) He didn't like this "hug". Hugs made him feel claustrophobic. .Morishige was about to push her off when he got that same nervous feeling he had when Iris was playing with his hair. It vaguely reminded him how he sometimes felt around Mayu. Morishige shook his head and pushed Iris off him. Iris gave him a playful pout and puppy dog eyes. He sighed, walking away from her.

"Fang (A/N: For anyone who asks, just remember Fang is Iris' surname, so by Morishige's standards, it's what he should call her. Meh.), it's not as empty as you think in here," Morishige sighed, kneeling down next to the dead form of an albino male about his age. He had three knife wounds. One in the forehead, one that grazed the side of his head, and one near his collar bone. The boy also had a bullet hole form the back of his head leading to his mouth. Blood pooled around his head, and Iris tilted her head.

"Oh deary me. That's not good," Iris muttered, "Kusu won't be happy. She's going to go on a rampage if she finds out who did it."

"You know him?" Morishige asked, feeling minor sympathy for Iris even though she barely acted like she cared.

"Mhm. His name was James Kishini," Iris put her finger in the blood and moved it around, "Looks like someone went overkill on the poor boy."

Morishige looked behind him, and saw two human-shaped shadows. One was laying down, the other sitting up.

"Fang, what are those?" Morishige asked.

Iris turned around, "Well. Multiple dimensions, so I'd assume people on another dimension. From analyzing their figures and forms...I'd say Oracle and Mark from Kimimoto. Odd pair." (A/N: *talking to myself * What the heck did I do? Oracle and Mark...they should be on the same dimension as Morishige...because Morishige was with Annika..but they got separated and Annika found Yoshiki and Ayumi...who found Venom...who found Oracle...who found Mark. So they all should be on the same dimension. Well shit. Oh well, let's just pretend somehow when the light fell Morishige switched dimensions, okay? Okay.)

Iris ran her eyes across the room, spotting the murder gun. Iris smirked, stood up, and went over to it. She only observed it, she didn't touch it. Morishige raised and eyebrow and followed her over.

"What are you doing?" Morishige sighed.

Iris pulled out a black-light from her skirt pocket and shined it on the handle. Finger prints showed in white on the handle.

"Hahaha, I'm about to catch a killer," Iris said, pulling out a device and running it over the prints.

"Now what are you doing?" Morishige asked, now just flat out confused.

"It scans prints and tells me the identity of the person they belong to. It hasn't failed me yet," Iris said. When a name popped up, she clicked her tongue, "Mark. Well that's not a suprise. This will simply be his second murder. Well, second that I know of. One was Venom's girlfriend. The guy is insane, and if even has sanity left, this hell dimension is sure to crush it like a bug!"

"...What else do you have hidden?" Morishige asked, realizing she has had at least a knife, a gun, a black-light, and something to scan fingerprints.

"Do you really want to know?" Iris muttered, suddenly getting serious.

"...Not really, but show me anyway," Morishige sighed.

Iris started by pulling the gun out of her belt loop and dropping it to the ground. She pulled a second one out of her boot and dropped it as well. Iris proceeded to pull knives out of her gloves as well. She removed a clip from her hair and revealed it with a couple of procedures to be a small smoke grenade. Morishige put a hand to his head in disbelief.

She dropped her belt, which was loaded with ammo for her guns. Iris pulled off her earrings, and revealed them to be tracking devices. From her pockets she pulled more knives and other gadgets.

"What the hell," Morishige muttered, "You told me at the beginning you only had one knife, for starters...and you said you weren't weird."

"Did I say that? Whoops. That's not what I meant. Morishi, dear, please realize that everyone is weird in their own weird way, and mine is just..more drastic than most. You're weird too, glasses guy. That's about all of what I got. Jeez, you make me feel like you're the principal from Kimimoto. She told me to drop everything I had after I threatened to shoot the cook if they entered the kitchen."

"...Once again, what the hell," Morishige muttered, earning a very sly grin from Iris.

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Yay! Another chapter is complete. Next I'll probably either do Naomi again or something along the lines of what happened to Annika, Yoshiki, and Ayumi. Maybe, we'll see. Thanks for reading, this is my most viewed fanfiction too! See ya guys! Bye bye, tell me what you think!

~Sage~


	15. Chapter 15

Hiya guys! I'm back with some more Corpse Party. I'm here more specifically with some Naomi and Ginger! Oh my. Let me give you a little information on Ginger. He has a tendency to NOT think things through and be a little bit of a daredevil, shall we say? I think that was said enough when he randomly jumped the gap in the ground though. By the way. The pen name for "Dapplepaw" has changed to "SnowKnox" just so you all know. Let's reply!

Codebreakeryuuki: No, no it's not wrong at all. I think Morishige and Iris are adorable. And the school name is Kimimoto, by the way. Not Kinomoto.

Shredder572: I'm glad you liked that chapter! I have to agree, I liked that part as well. So did my friend who owns the OC Iris. Writing about Morishige and Iris is definitely fun for me. I'll tell you that for sure.

And now let's begin!

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Chapter 15

"This is room 3-A right!? Ah no, don't tell me I made a mistake!" Ginger said, trying to shove the key Naomi had given him into the lock. Naomi was staring at him with a dumbfounded gaze that he didn't realize he was holding the key upside down.

"Um..Ginger," Naomi murmured, tapping his shoulder. He looked back at her, wide-eyed.

"Huh? Yeah, what is it Naomi?" Ginger asked, still trying to jam the key in even when he wasn't looking at the lock.

"The key. You're holding it upside down," Naomi said, and couldn't help but giggle slightly in amusement at his bewildered face as he looked down at the key.

"Oh my, I am, aren't I!? Haha, I'm an idiot, don't mind me," Ginger said, his face flushing red with embarrassment as he turned the key around and put it in the lock and turned it. Then it slid open easily, "Aaah, there we go. That's better, isn't it?"

Naomi smiled. Being with someone who managed to stay so positive was helping her own spirits. Ginger was an idiot to the level of it was impossible for Naomi to be negative. Even in this hell dimension. Together they walked in, their shoulders brushing. There was a knife sticking out of an old wooden desk. The desk's wood was cracked and rough, and looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment. It looked like it was the teacher's desk for the classroom. Ginger walked over to the knife and pulled it out, then a stupid grin appeared on his face.

"What are you thinking now, Ginger?" Naomi asked, slightly concerned he was about to do something stupid.

"Well, if we can't open the windows. Maybe we can break them! Hi-ya!" Ginger randomly yelled out as he threw the knife at the window. The knife just bounced off the window in a very strange manner and was coming back straight at Naomi. Ginger pushed her out of the way and the knife grazed his cheek and stuck into the wall behind him. Blood dripped from his new wound.

"That..was stupid of me. I should have known better. Still, that was odd. It just bounced off it like the window was a trampoline...this place sure is odd. And I'll be the death of us if I don't start thinking things through," Ginger said, once again red with embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his head and looked sheepishly at the ground.

Naomi, knowing Ginger was okay aside from the wound in his cheek, laughed. Sure it was reckless what he did, but she couldn't help it. She stood up and pulled out a small cloth, cleaning the blood from his cheek, murmuring to him, "It's alright. Just be a little more careful, okay? You're an odd one, Ginger. That's for sure."

"Yeah but you're laughing again. Which is good. When I first ran into you you looked like you were about to cry your eyes out, and I felt really bad. And you know being in this place really isn't as bad as you think when you just kind of block everything out and act like nothing is going on. Especially if you're around a happy person, like me. Or maybe just reckless and crazy. I don't know what I am. I always got in trouble for doing stupid and reckless things at school. Like hanging from the roof's edge. And I'm rambling aren't I?" Ginger said, laughing at himself as he brought a hand to his head.

"It's alright, you're rambling helps fill the depressing tension this place gives off," Naomi had no idea what she just said, but it kind of sounded awkward now that she thought about it. Amazingly, she had almost forgotten about the sad fate of her best friend and secret admirer Seiko. Naomi smiled sadly at Ginger, "Ginger, thank you. You are helping me. When you found me...well..I had just..."

Tears built up in her eyes again as she thought about Seiko's lifeless form hanging there, and Naomi started crying. Ginger frowned and pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently. He rubbed her back until Naomi managed to get herself together again and she pulled away from him. When she opened her mouth to continue Ginger put his hand on her shoulder.

"Naomi, you really don't have to continue. What happened back there is still too painful for you to talk about, and I get it. I'm assuming you lost someone very important to you," Ginger said, his words gentle and light, almost like silk. His expression was more serious than Naomi had ever seen it, "Okay? Promise me you'll try to keep your head up? I'm sure that's what they would have wanted you to do."

"Alright. I promise, Ginger. I'll try my best," Naomi said, looking into his gentle gaze.

Almost instantly the serious expression was gone and Ginger was smiling again, "Good! Because it's what I want you to do too! No matter what!" Ginger put a hand gently on top of Naomi's head and ruffled her hair.

Naomi smirked and smacked his hand away and said in a joking tone, "Hey, hands off the hair."

Ginger crossed his arms and smiled more, if that was possible, "Oh, is that so? Watch it, or I'll put you in a headlock and you know where I'll go from there."

"How is it you managed to stay so happy in here?" Naomi asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"It's not that hard. I just have to...keep smiling. And think about everything I have to keep smiling for. If I stop smiling now, what hope do I really have left?" Ginger said, tilting his head slightly, "I've been alone in here for a while now, so I'm really glad I ran into you, Naomi. Seeing another person...it helped keep me smiling. Right before I ran into you..I was about to stop. I was about to give up...Though it's not important now! Now I feel alright again! I know I'm not alone!"

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Welp that was it for this chapter! I hope you liked it, Ginger doing more idiotic stuff. Let me know what you think. Seriously, you guys all make me so happy with all the views, favorites, follows, and reviews. I love you all.

~Sage~


	16. Chapter 16

Hello! We're following Yoshiki around this chapter, m'kay? I wouldn't have updated so soon, if Oracle's owner hadn't been nagging me.

Literally what Oracle said to me: You know you suck... You can't stop a story! CONTINUE! PLEASE!

She gets mad everytime I have her read and leave her at a cliff hanger. XD

Yeah that's right, Oracle. I'm calling you out. XD

Let's begin!

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Chapter 16

Even after he had left Annika behind, he had no intention of leaving Ayumi at first. It wasn't until Ayumi, in her blind panic, turned a corner and Yoshiki never realized it. So now alone, he walked down another hall, which by this point he wasn't sure if he had seen it before or not. Everything looked the freaking same here. He turned a corner and was met by a hallway that lead to a dead end.

"Dead end, dead end, dead end. Is that all I can find in this stupid building?" Yoshiki muttered, checking over the walls to make sure there were no doors. Upon finding nothing, he sighed and turned around, walking back the way he had came for the umpteenth time. The depressing aura was trying to get at him, and he was doing his best to not give into it. Though by this point everything did seem kind of hopeless. Lost in thought, he froze completely when he saw the back of a blue ghostly looking child.

Trapped. That's what he was now. Behind him was a dead end and in front of him was his death. Just as Yoshiki felt the beginning of panic set in, he felt a strange breeze blow from his left to his right, and a ghostly voice sounded out to his ears.

"This way. Look to your right," This voice said. It was hard to hear, and Yoshiki couldn't place whether it was a male or female. Oh well, not like it really mattered right now.

Slowly, Yoshiki forced himself to take his eyes off the glowing blue back of the boy, letting his gaze drift to his right. There was a new hallway that had formed.

'What the hell, when did that get there...' Yoshiki thought vaguely to himself, letting his eyes wander to his left. He jumped slightly at the site of the spirit of a young girl. Not as young as the boy down the hall who had not noticed Yoshiki. She was probably around Yoshiki's age. She had a jewel embedded in her forehead. (A/N: OH HEY MARYON. You guys remember her corpse? The one Seiko and Naomi found?)

"Who the hell are you? When did you get there?" Yoshiki asked, quietly so he didn't attract the attention of the young boy.

"Maryon Clea. I am a spirit of a girl who recently died. Quickly now, boy, I can't alter the design of this dimension much longer. Down that hall you will find someone I used to know when I was living. Help her, or so God help me I will end your life," She spoke, her mouth not-moving. Her voice was just being projected into Yoshiki's head, and he doubted the ghost down the hall could hear it. Her eyes stared into his, lifeless. Her arms were twisted in a weird manner as they hung by her sides, suggesting they had been broken when she was alive.

Yoshiki didn't want to question her, so he simply turned and ran down the hall. Soon after he had, the way out closed behind him, and he was in a completely different section of the school. Down this hall, right? Which mean he should keep going straight, right? Yoshiki hoped that's all he had to do. Suddenly Maryon's voice rang through his head again, soft and gentle.

"Good luck...Yoshiki Kishinuma..."

"How the hell did she know my name...," Yoshiki muttered, continuing to walk forward.

Soon he could see a dead end, and he found just what he was supposed to be looking for. Faintly, but it was still there, Yoshiki could see the form of a small girl with light blue hair in pigtails. Her pigtails fell around her shoulders and she was sitting on the ground in an awkward manner. Continuing to walk forward, he could tell that the young girl's leg was definitely broken. The girl had her head down, breathing hard most likely from the pain.

"Hey," He muttered, hoping to get her attention.

The young girl's eyes snapped up. They were wide, blue, and filled with pure terror. She let out a squeak from her fear and pulled out a hang-gun. She shakily held it in front of her, aiming it at Yoshiki. He raised his hands above his head, hoping to signal that he meant no harm. Jesus, how old could this girl be? Certainly not older than ten, and even she was stuck here?

"Don't come any closer! If you do...I-I'll shoot!" She said, her voice trembling badly, "What are you, ghost or living!?"

"Living...," Yoshiki muttered, figuring since she was so young she probably wouldn't actually shoot.

"Prove it...where is your student ID!? Ghosts don't...have them...," She said, slowly beginning to hyperventilate.

"I hadn't noticed that...," Yoshiki muttered, slowly taking it out and sliding it across the ground to her.

Her eyes followed the ID card, staring at the name. She made an attempt to say it out loud, but messed up on the pronunciation pretty badly.

"Yoshiki Kishinuma..." He muttered for her. He watched the gun fall from her hands and she brought them up to her face, beginning to sob uncontrollably into them.

Yoshiki sighed and went over to her, kneeling down. He didn't really know how to comfort a crying little girl, so he just awkwardly rubbed her back until her cries silenced down into cute little hiccups. Slowly the little girl took out her own ID and held it out for Yoshiki to see. He took it from her and read it.

"Misty, huh?" Yoshiki said, continuing to read it. He sighed when he read that the poor girl was only eight, "Your leg looks broken, Misty. I'm assuming you can't walk on it."

She shook her head, then managed to speak with a tight, trembling voice, "Call me Mist...everyone calls me Mist so why shouldn't you...N-no..I can't walk on it..."

Yoshiki sighed, this was going to be a bother. Though he knew he couldn't just leave the poor girl here, more or less since she couldn't even walk. Giving her back her ID and putting his away, he stood up, "Alright. Well, try to relax, I guess."

Yoshiki picked Mist up and put her on his back. She clung to him tightly and buried her face into him, holding back tears as she murmured, "Yosh...Um..Mister...We have to find my sister..." (A/N: The reason she stopped and called him Mister was she couldn't pronounce his name, just so you know.)

"I'm not sure we can, but we'll try, okay?" Yoshiki sighed, why did he get stuck with the little kid? He didn't know how to handle them.

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Well that was eventful! Poor little Mist. I'm such a bitch to my own characters. XD Well, see you all in the next chapter, we'll probably be stalking Ayumi.

*Sage*


	17. Chapter 17

Hi everyone!

Well, we're stalking Ayumi. This chapter is sad...hm. The story really strays from the anime and game here. And you'll find out why at the end.

Oracle told me to stop calling her out...

Hmmm...

Nope. *trollface*

I just called you out again, Oracle!

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Chapter 17

Panic was setting in. Every thing around her was a threat. She was alone, and she didn't know what to do anymore. Ayumi looked around her frantically, eyes wide and full of fear. A board fell from the floor above and Ayumi screamed. She ran, not knowing it was only a board that fell. The horror class rep kept running, tears brimming in her eyes threatening to create two waterfalls down her face. She rubbed her eyes, and while she was distracted by rubbing her eyes, she ran straight into a wall. Ayumi let the tears spill over, from pain and fear combined. She turned so her back was to the wall and slid down it, sobbing as she began shaking.

"Kish...Kishinuma! Why the hell would you leave me...alone!" Ayumi cried out, screaming at nobody. Simply the thin, threatening air around her. She continued sobbing, hugging her knees to her chest. She couldn't handle this alone, and she knew it. Ayumi would lose her mind in here if she stayed alone. Eventually her tears stopped running down her face and she sat in the hallway sniffling lightly. Ayumi couldn't stay in one place for very long, or she could be found by one of the ghost children.

Ayumi stood up, rubbing her eyes to clear her vision. A frown planted on her face, she looked around, still trembling. The pain from running into the wall hadn't even registered yet because fear was taking control of her. She heard the floor creak to her right, and screamed again, running. Ayumi ran until she couldn't anymore, then hid in a corner, leaning against a door. Suddenly the door opened and Ayumi fell through into the room. She screamed as she hit the ground. Ayumi wasn't sure if she was happy or scared no one was inside the room. If nothing was inside the room, what opened the door. Ayumi crawled into the corner of the room and hugged her knees tightly again, fighting back more tears. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest, and her breath beginning to pick up speed.

Ayumi forced herself to calm down. She had to calm down, for the others. How could she find the others if she was stuck on the floor having a panic attack. Ayumi stood up again, slower now that she was beginning to feel the pain from the wall collision. The room seemed darker now, and she kept getting a sickening feeling she wasn't alone anymore. Trying to ignore it, she looked through some of the books on the shelves, hoping to find something useful. There was a loud slam as the door was shut, and Ayumi froze in her place. She didn't dare move for several minutes until she felt the air get heavy, and a slight wind blow in her direction.

She turned around very slowly, and saw a black mass forming near the door. A ghost for sure. Ayumi's eyes widened and her breathing picked up again, trying to fight back a scream. The figure turned to her, it had glowing red eyes. As it started moving quickly towards her, Ayumi let out a blood curdling scream as she ran towards the window in the room and banged on it.

"PLEASE! SOMEBODY, HELP ME! KISHINUMA! MOCHIDA! SOMEBODY!" Ayumi screamed out, tears filling her eyes again. The window didn't budge, and the figure was almost on her. Ayumi screamed again, sobbing now as she ran from the figure again, dripping over an uneven board and falling to the ground, scraping her shoulder on a loose nail. Blood seeped from her shoulder as the figure got closer, and Ayumi was fighting off a paralyzing feeling. She was hyperventilating by this point, and she wanted nothing more than to just curl up and sob, and pray that this was all a dream. Unfortunately, Ayumi knew this wasn't a dream, it was far from a dream. This was reality. And if she didn't get out of here, it was her death.

Ayumi forced herself to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes; the black mist from the figure touched her arm. It filled her with a painful shock, and she could barely breathe. Her arm hurt now, and it was cold. Ayumi screamed out again and forced her arm to move. She ran to the door and tried to pull it open. When it made no move to open, Ayumi backed up. She was going to ram the door down, or at least try to. She ran forward, aiming her shoulder for the door. When all of a sudden the door opened and she fell through, colliding with the ground again, and the door slammed shut behind her. She heard footsteps, and female voice call out to her.

"Come on! To your feet, hurry! This way, I'll help you!" It called out, and Ayumi vaguely saw a pair of feet as the figure ran off.

Ayumi was delirious by this point, and just wanted anything that would help. So carelessly, she got to her feet and smiled in a half-conscious way. She ran forward, chasing after the figure, rubbing her eyes hoping to see more clearly. Her vision was blurry, and she didn't know why. Ayumi ran into a classroom, and the way back slammed shut. Ayumi was in an infirmary, she believed. There was a girl her age standing there, staring at wall. She had long vibrant red hair that went halfway down her back. It was shiny, and smooth.

"Ugh. Altering this place when you're not a spirit is quiet dreadful and tiring, you know that?" The girl said, her voice cold and emotionless now. It cut through the room like a blade.

"D-did you save me?" Ayumi asked, watching as the girl turned to face her.

She gasped as piercing purple eyes met hers, and she saw a deep scar across the girl's left eye. The girl was glaring at her coldly.

"Saved? Yeah, I guess you could call it that. I only did it though because I wanted you," she growled as Ayumi tilted her head in confusion. The girl sighed in an irritated manner and continued, "Yoshiki Kishinuma likes you, you arrogant pinhead. And my sister, though she's in denial, likes Yoshiki. He's too focused on you. Unfortunately I really don't care about her, but I feel the need to at least try to be a good sister sometimes. I mean, I did kind of fuck up her life the day we were born. My name is Ezla Uzanier. I am Annika Uzanier's twin sister. I am the..much more...heartless sister. Obviously we look nothing alike and we're not identical twins, but you get my point. Therefore..."

Ezla threw a knife and cut Ayumi's other shoulder. Ayumi was frozen with fear as the blood ran down her arm, the cut was deep. Ezla laughed coldly, almost like a soulless laugh.

"I'm going to cut you slowly to ribbons, my dearest Ayumi. And I felt the need to give you my name...so in your painful afterlife you know the name of the one who took your precious life. So this Yoshiki kid has no one to focus on anymore. Plus, seeing his horrid reaction when he realizes you're dead will be amusing. Not like he'll live long anyway. I will have so much fun painting this infirmary with your blood. A lovely shade of red," Ezla said, throwing another knife that cut her in the leg. Ezla suddenly growled and narrowed her eyes, looking at the door, she muttered, "Someone's coming. Shit. Well, sorry Ayumi. I wanted to play with you a little but I guess I'll just have to finish the dead quickly."

Ayumi didn't have time to think or react. Not like she could, she was still paralyzed. In one swift move, Ezla ran forward and stabbed Ayumi straight in the heart. Ayumi's life flashed before her eyes as she dropped down onto the ground. And then, everything went black. Ayumi's heart stopped beating, her lungs quit working. Ayumi Shinozaki, the horror class rep of Kisaragi High, was now dead on the infirmary floor. And Ezla simply laughed in joy as she shoved a paint brush in the blood now forming around Ayumi's body as she spread it all over the walls. Specifically on a poster of organs, coloring each of them carefully with Ayumi's blood.

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Well...that's it for this chapter. Poor, poor Ayumi. Now she's dead. Gone, gone gone. Who do you think will find her body first? Annika or Yoshiki? Or will neither of them find it? Mwhahaha.

*Sage*


	18. Chapter 18

Hi everybody! Guess what!? I'M BACK WITH MORE CORPSE PARTY! WOOO! *flops*

So today we're back with Annika. Let's reply to some people.

Zachin Kishinuma: I wish I could do three in one day again. XD Unfortunately that was when I had it written on paper and all I was doing was transferring it to the computer so I didn't have to think. Idk why I didn't get your reply until now. Hmmm...either way you dont' me IRL. XD

Lexy02: Hmm..never heard of the song rude but from what I'd think...probably reminds you of it because Yoshiki can be a dick sometimes.

Codebreakyuuki: Yep! Plot twists! XD Oh isn't Ezla lovely? Yes, Yoshiki has a little sister named Miki but because he's disowned I don't think he ever sees her. Yes, ending up with Yoshiki may be bad because he's kind of rude but at least it's not Kizami. That'd...suck. And yes, love Ginger's idiocy. Love it. XD

Let's get started! And here I give you...

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Chapter 18

Annika sighed heavily. She hoped that the other two would be okay. However, she couldn't dwell on it, she had to deal with Mr. Big Hammer Dude in front of her. Just like she figured he would, he swung his hammer down at her. She was smaller than him, so she'd use it to her advantage. She could move faster than him. Annika swiftly dodged the hammer, dragging a knife across his leg. She stopped and turned towards his back that was facing her and through the three knives in her left hand, hitting him straight on. She knew he was already dead, and therefore she wouldn't be able to actually kill him. However, Annika could stall him.

The big brute turned around and swung his hammer at her, his aim too low. Annika jumped over the hammer and noticed the zombie-like man had left himself wide open. She threw her other three knives and hit him square in the chest. He swung again, straight down. Annika easily drifted to the side. When the hammer hit the ground, she leaped on top of it and leaped forward, bringing her knee up straight into his chin and knocking him over. She rolled forward when she landed to prevent injury. The man had brought his arm with the hammer back as he fell and Annika cried out as she realized without the man meaning for it too, it was coming at her and it was too late to move out of the way. She moved forward slightly and the handle met her forehead, knocking her down harshly onto the ground.

Annika felt blood run down her face as she forced herself to get up and run. She had stalled the brute enough, now she had to get out of there. More importantly, she had to find the others. However the hit from the handle had made her a little disorientated and she ran the other way, towards the infirmary. She had to keep blinking the blood out of her eyes, and starting rubbing her eyes occasionally, trying to keep her vision clear. Eventually she had to stop and breathe.

"Annika," A familiar voice said to Annika. She looked up to see the shimmering form of her old friend Maryon.

"M-Maryon...you're a spirit!? You're...dead!?" Annika cried out in disbelief. Maryon smiled sadly at her.

"Yes, I am. I'm dead. The man you just fought caught me off guard and broke my arms with his hammer, and a little girl stabbed me with scissors. Your friend, Yoshiki. He's safe, for now. I helped him escape before the little ghost boy realized he was there. He found Mist, like I wanted him to. I'm not sure about your other friend. I have a bad feeling something terrible is about to happen to her. You must find her, quickly!" Maryon said.

Annika didn't even bother to let Maryon say anything else, she just gave a sharp nod and ran again. Panic surged through her as Maryon's words repeated in her head. As soon as she reached the infirmary, she heard a thud come from inside. She stopped running and looked at it. Annika had a bad feeling and reached for the door. Slowly, then faster, she pulled it open.

Annika gasped at the site of her sister painting the walls with blood, and Ayumi's body laying dead on the ground, a big pool of blood around her. Annika blinked back tears at the site of her new friend's corpse and glared at Ezla. Ezla simply smirked coldy and looked at Annika.

"Aw, sweetheart, don't look so angry," Ezla said, dropping her voice down to a quiet, eerie whisper to add on, "I did it for you, didn't I~?"

"You're lying! I can see it in your eyes, you're lying!" Annika said, her voice sounding strangled and weak.

"You're right, but doing it for you and you're crush was a good lie to tell the girl," Ezla sighed.

"Why? Please...why!? Why do you persist on making my life miserable!?" Annika cried, sobbing into her hands.

"What are you talking about you little wench?! Nothing, NONE of this would have happened if you had just been a good sister and defended me when mom was calling me those horrible things! You should have died that day! For living, it's all your fault that your life is miserable! It's nothing of mine! Besides, Sachiko isn't happy with all the little bitches running around in her school! She's mad they're still alive~! Wouldn't it be amazing if...I told you how to get out?" Ezla said, with a very cold smirk.

Annika's eyes widened as she stopped crying and pulled her hands back down to her sides, "You know how to get out yet you're still running around killing...? Why don't you just let us all get out? Do something good for once..."

"Good? Bad? Is there a difference? Besides, let you all go? Now, why would I do that? Blood is so much more fun and lovely when it's all over the place. And people are much less annoying when they're dead. I'm not telling you, or anyone, how to get out. I'm just doing some dirty work for Sachiko. Then I'll be the only one left, and I'll get out alone! And I'll make sure the whole world regrets their pathetic existence," Ezla growled, and in a flash and had Annika pinned against the wall, her face an inch away from Annika's.

Annika tried to fight against Ezla, but it was no use. Ezla had always been the stronger one. Annika figured this was probably the part where Ezla finally killed her, but she didn't. Ezla let go of Annika and ran from the room. The instant Ezla was gone, she ran over to Ayumi's body, tears streaming down her eyes again. She pulled Ayumi's body to her, and hugged it as she sobbed on the infirmary floor. Well, Annika finally got what she wanted. Fear. And once again, it was of her own sister.

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Well there you go! Now Annika is sobbing on the floor and my Firefox has decided freezing up while I type is fun! See you all next time! I think we'll be back with Satoshi and the others. Maybe. o.o

*Sage*


	19. Chapter 19

Hey guys! We're back with Claire, Satoshi, and Yuka. I have to admit, I kind of dreaded this chapter. I'm not the best at writing out action, so it was kind of challenging for me. Let's reply, shall we? =w=

Lexy02: Oh, alright. I'm glad it's okay? XD Anyways, I'm glad you love this story and you can't wait for the next chapter. I will do my best to keep going and continuously meet your expectations!

Shredder572: Yes, stupid Ezla ruins everything. XD Anyways, good to know you loved the chapter, and I hope this chapter meets your expectations. It doesn't entirely focus around Yuka and Satoshi though since Claire was the one in the fight. XD

Well let's begin, shall we?

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Chapter 19

Claire's knife locked in against the girl with black hair's scissors, and they were in a match to see who could overpower the other. Claire's eyes widened as she finally got a good look at the girl's face.

"You! I know you! You were one of the original 4 victims, Sachiko!" Claire said, barely trying as the girl pushed against her.

"And you're going to be dead. Is that all you've got? I'll end you!" Sachiko said angrily, pushing harder and pushing Claire's arm back slightly.

"God, shut your bloody death prattle! It's hurting my ears!" Claire yelled, finally deciding to end their little strength match and shoved her knife forward, overpowering the girl easily and driving it into Sachiko's shoulder.

Sachiko growled and swung forward, aiming at Claire. Claire jumped back, but Sachiko managed to get a light scratch in on her abdomen. Claire pouted.

"Aw! You cut my shirt! Come on I've been trying my best to keep it decent in here!" Claire sighed, observing the cut in her shirt, a little blood on it as well.

Sachiko made the decision to go for what Claire was protecting. Suddenly, when Claire thought she was going come at her, Sachiko lunged sideways, towards Satoshi and Yuka. Claire glared as she moved as quickly as she could, intercepting Sachiko's path and taking Sachiko's scissors to the shoulder.

"Claire!" Satoshi said, Yuka still hiding behind him.

Claire smirked slightly, her glare not fading from her eyes, "Nice trick, you almost got me there. Too bad I'm still faster..."

There was pain coursing through her shoulder as Claire put her hand against Sachiko's abdomen and shoved her back against the wall. Breathing hard from the pain, Claire brought her right hand up to her left shoulder, applying pressure in a minor hope to ease the pain. When she got nothing but a bloody hand from it, she sighed and let her hand fall back to her side, switching her knife to her right hand.

"Claire are you alright?" Satoshi said, starting to walk towards her, when Claire snapped at him.

"I'm fine! Stay back there and protect Yuka!" Claire said, charging forward with her knife in front of her.

It was hard to see Claire as just an eight year old when she stood there fighting some ghost type girl with no fear at all. Claire seemed..so much more mature than just that to Satoshi, but then again not all kids were the same, so he couldn't really question it. He watched again and again as her knife met Sachiko's scissors, and the pain leaving her eyes as determination replaced it. Occasionally sparks flew when the two blades met. Claire brought her knee up to Sachiko's chin and knocked her down, quickly moving in and placing her foot on Sachiko's chest and glaring down at her.

They glared at each other for a long while before Sachiko quickly turned onto her side and brought her leg forward, tripping Claire and knocking her to the ground and getting up and moving backwards. Claire hit the floor back first, and got up quickly. She noticed Sachiko was holding out an empty hand towards Satoshi and Yuka, and she looked at the girl in confusion.

"You are making this so much harder than it has to be!" Sachiko yelled out.

"What are you going to do?" Claire murmured, a twinge of panic coursing through her as the ground began to shake and it felt like an earthquake was beginning.

Claire fell to her knees, unable to keep her balance as she heard a crack and the floor broke underneath Satoshi and Yuka. Claire cried out and tried to get up, only to fall back down to the shaking of the hall, and just like that the two of them were gone. Sachiko dropped her hand with a cold grin, and just as quickly as it started the earthquake stopped. She held her scissors up, pointed at Claire.

"I will get you, make no mistake. You will fall just like everyone else will here," Sachiko muttered, then turning and running off down the hall and vanishing into thin air.

Claire stood up, still in shock at what just happened. Well, now she learned something new. Little ghost girls can cause earthquakes here. Terrific. That just complicated things more. More or less she had no idea if her two new friends were dead or not. She walked over to a wall and leaned against it. Claire wanted nothing more than to jump into that hole after them, but most likely it wouldn't lead to the same place anymore. Her shirt's left sleeve was covered in blood from the wound, but luckily it had stopped bleeding now, and the pain came back as the adrenaline left.

Satoshi pulled Yuka on top of him and used himself to break her fall as they hit ground. Luckily whatever Sachiko had done hadn't caused to big of a drop, and although it hurt he would most likely be fine. Satoshi didn't move for a while, just laying still to give Yuka a chance to stop crying and shaking as he hugged her.

"Hey...Yuka, it's alright. I'm sure Claire will be alright...she seems like a very tough little girl. And I'm alright too, see? The fall didn't hurt very much, it's okay. You don't have to cry, I'll be okay," Satoshi said, eventually moving to sit up and having her lean against him. Her sounds of crying slowly ceased as she sat there shaking in his arms.

"Onii-chan...," Yuka finally murmured, looking up at him with scared eyes, "I'm scared..."

"That's okay...I'm scared too. It's alright to be scared in situations in these, Yuka. There is nothing wrong with it. You're not alone though, I'm right here. We'll get out of here, I promise," Satoshi said, hugging her tighter, trying to keep himself from crying. He hated they were both in her, more or less her. It wouldn't be so hard on him if his little sister wasn't here with him. When Yuka looked up at him again, he tried his best to smile at her, and hoped it looked real.

"Alright, Onii-chan!" Yuka said, smiling back at him, this time more for his sake than her own. She knew he was scared to now, and wanted to help him just the same.

"Come on, we should probably keep moving," Satoshi said, standing up and helping Yuka up. He winced slightly as pain reminded him of the little fall he had just had. Yuka looked at him worried.

"Onii-chan are you sure you're okay...?" Yuka said, her bright eyes warming his heart.

"Yes, I'm alright. I'm a little sore from the fall but I'll be okay," Satoshi said, holding her close as they continued to walk again, hoping that at some point they'd run into Claire again, and she'd be alright as well.

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Oh no more separations. DX Well now Claire is alone again. It's okay, crazy little girl who can make bones out of knives will be okay. *pats her head* Isn't that right little Claire. e.e You're amazing but your crazy, sorry. e.e Uuuh..who's next...was it Oracle? I dont' remember. I'll look back at my past chapters again.

*Sage*


	20. Chapter 20

Hi-ya! :D I'm back with some more...

CORPSE PAAAARTY! Wow, you guys have no idea how much I love you all for all the support I've been getting for this fanfiction. Thank you guys so much. It means a lot and I'm glad you're enjoying it. Well, today we're stalking Oracle around. Crazy, crazy Oracle.

Let's respond to some people.

Axel The Moon: Or so you think...hehehe...

Shredder572: Oh, I see. Yeah, that would be a big, "WTF". XD Yeah, I know Sachiko is technically a ghost and everyone thinks ghosts can't be touched. However, Sachiko just seems different from the other ghosts to me, and in the anime (can't remember if it happened in the game) it seemed like she could touch the humans just fine. ...Oh. And thank you for catching that mistake in Chapter 6. I'll have to go back and fix it. I always call him Venom, so I forgot that Claire addressed him as Miles to Satoshi. You got a LONG reply dude, wtf.

MsWildfire97: Aaaw, maybe if you ran into Sachiko, but I don't think Claire would want to hurt you if you're not evil or anything. Thank you, I'm glad you think I'm a fantastic author. I really didn't think that this was that good until I posted it here and then people started telling me they liked it and I got all happy. Dang I'm giving really long replies to a lot of people today.

Lexy02: Yes, Claire is a bit of a messed up eight year old. She's very sweet and completely innocent and doesn't realize she's not exactly right in the head. Past trauma will do that to a kid sometimes.

A pirate: I'm glad that made you laugh. XD It was fun to write that part. XD

Let's begin. o.o

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Chapter 20

Oracle had combed all the knots out of Mark's hair as she sat there, thinking. He hadn't woken back up yet, and she was beginning to feel small twinges of worry. She'd never seen him at school, yet she'd heard Annika mention him before. Something about being clinically insane. The day a bunch of kids from school decided to do the "Sachiko Ever After" charm was the first day she had seen him. Originally she wanted to talk to him then, but everyone wanted to the charm quickly. Somehow, she was starting to believe the charm had something to do with the fact she was now here.

How much time had passed? Does this dimension go by normal time? Has it been seconds, minutes, hours...? Maybe even weeks? Is time still continuing in her home dimension, in sync with this one? Or is it simply frozen in time until they all die? Does time pass more slowly here, or faster? Oracle shook her head, so many questions flooding her mind, and she had no answers. It was her nature, though, to be curious, so the questions continued. What if this is one of those dimensions where by a days time in the other world, here a hundred years pass? Ugh, Oracle didn't want to think about the whole ordeal. Finally managing to pry her mind from all the questions, she looked down at Mark's face. He seemed much more gentle now that he wasn't awake.

"It doesn't look like he'll wake up anytime soon...I won't wander far...maybe I can find something," Oracle said, gently laying him on the ground and getting up. She pondered for a bit if she should go left or right, and decided to explore to the right, since she hadn't been there yet. There was a classroom in front of her, but she figured the reason Mark seemed so out of it when she found him was because of what was in there.

Wandering for a bit, she noticed a crumbled wall that looked like someone had kicked it. Okay, maybe Oracle had gone farther than she thought. Thinking back to make sure she remembered where she came from, she had marked the infirmary as a marker to remember the way. Upon passing it she had heard sobbing sounds coming from inside, but alone Oracle really didn't want to deal with any ghosts, so she kept walking. (A/N: That means you passed Mayu and Maryon's dead bodies...doesn't it? Oh well, you're a bit of a ditz sometimes let's just say for that part you were walking with your eyes closed. XD) Oracle peeked her head in to see what was behind, well what used to be, the wall. She gasped with joy when she saw stairs with a sign that said "roof access". She ran up the stairs, and pulled on the door only to find it locked.

"No problem...," She murmured, pulling a hair pin out of her whitish-silver hair. Oracle pulled it open with her teeth and bent it so it would stay. Then, kneeling down, she jammed it into the lock. Too be honest, she wasn't 100% sure about picking locks, but usually if she just jammed and jiggled for a while, something clicked. Upon a little bit of work, it finally clicked. Oracle let out a sigh of satisfaction as she opened the door and walked up another set of stairs, but these were smaller.

Continuing to walk, she began to hear the sound of heavy rain thudding against the roof. Rain...rain is drinkable. Of course standing there with your mouth open doesn't really help. She'd need something to collect the rain water. Oracle began to get excited as she ran up the stairs, and spread out her arms at the top. She laughed as the cool rain hit her skin. Eventually she let her arms drop back down to her sides and walked around the roof, looking for something that could hold water. Sure, maybe straight up rainwater wasn't the healthiest choice, but it's better than dying of dehydration, right? Oracle thought hard about it for a minute.

"...It'll be okay...right?" Oracle murmured, thinking harder, before talking to herself again, "...Right? Rainwater isn't that dangerous...then again...nothing in this dimension is exactly...NORMAL..."

Oracle stood there, now soaked, weighing the pros and cons. Upon deciding that the risks were worth it, she continued her search. She couldn't contain a squeal of delight when she found a bucket sitting there on the roof. Oracle sat down in front of it and began cleaning it out thoroughly to make sure it was safe before letting the rain water fill it up. She had found so many notes about how people died of starvation and dehydration here.

"I guess...they just didn't know the roof access was here. I mean, someone did have to kick down the wall...and I don't think there is another way outside. Though if there was...why didn't they just drink the rainwater?" Oracle murmured. (A/N: Seriously. Wtf. That was one thing that really confused me. RAINWATER. I've drank rain water before and I'm not really dead, and it helped my thirst at the time. You just stared something that could prolong your life in the face, and you didn't take it? And you guys can't move chairs and desks or jump over gaps? Come on! DX)

When Oracle had filled the bucket up, she took it down the staircase. She staggered some, forgetting she wasn't always the strongest person at Kimimoto. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she headed back in the direction she came. Deep down she prayed Mark would still be there, but she had a growing fear he wouldn't.

"Damn it! Why did I leave him alone!?" Oracle muttered, and she probably would have facepalmed if she didn't have her hands full.

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Well hum fiddley doo! Who's next again...? Morishige and Iris, right...? I can't remember to be totally honest...I need to stop playing so many horror games and obsessing so much about Corpse Party to be honest. I was hearing sounds in my house while writing this chapter. XD

...Doesn't help that I was up at 2 am playing what...I _THOUGHT _was just an Otome game and the next thing I know they're in a bloody dungeon with a little ghost girl that eerily reminds me of Sachiko singing like a creepy little bitch. D Bye for now everyone! Review and tell me what you think~! I love to hear feedback!

*Sage*


	21. Chapter 21

Hi guys, I'm back with some more Corpse Party. It seems some people are disatisfied with some of the things I've done. Oh well, I won't let it get me down too much. I understand your opinions.

Let's Reply.

Shredder572: Ooooh, I see. Also, I don't know if you caught this, or anyone else did and was wondering, but Annika isn't wearing the Kisaragi uniform. .-. I just now realized that. Let's just say she hasn't gotten it from the school board yet. XD And yesss, the water for hydration was a no brainer for me. XD I know I hate it when they split up too. It's just hard to make stuff happen when they all stick together.

Rockerdude11: Well I hope you stay satisfied!

Codebreakeryuuki: You still bring so much light to my day when you review. XD Hmmm..I'm still deciding about what Yoshiki is going to do about it. Yeaaaah! Go Claire! XD once again, the water for hydration was a big no brainer for it. XD

Lexy02: Because people are stupid sometimes. XD At least Mark is kind of insane so he could probalby find some way to fend for himself.

I'm assuming Ayumi shinozaki and Wow way to go are the same people: Sorry, luv. It's my story. If I want Claire to live, she's going to live. If I want her to be a match for Sachiko, then she will be. You don't really have much control over it, I do. This isn't the game, and I'm just sick of no one being able to take on a little ghost girl.

Sydney33: Oh yeah...I forgot about those parts. So technically Oracle shouldn't have been waving her hands through that one ghost. Oh well, mistakes happen! :D I understand you feel that way about Sachiko and Claire. Our views on Sachiko's strength is a little different from each others, and that's fine. Because personally I think it's stupid none of the characters in the anime/game could just kick her ass...As long as you don't get pissy with me about it because I ain't gonna change it, and I hope you understand that. ^w^

Let's get going with Morishige and Iris! Hoo-ha!

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Chapter 21

Iris reequipped all of her items as Morishige thought things through very carefully. He was in a hell dimension. With some girl who had tons of guns, little bombs, tracking devices, and knives all over her. And she's not exactly sane. This could go really really bad, or play out in his odds. On one hand, Iris could flat out snap in this place and kill Morishige, which was a very big possibility. Or she could be a useful aid of protection. As he sat against the wall weighing out the options, he didn't realize he was staring very hard at the ground.

"What? Is the answer to every problem on the assignment you had for tonight written on the ground or something?" Iris said teasingly as she shoved her most used gun back into her belt-loop.

"...Well that's new. Usually people reference to the meaning of life when asking such a question," Morishige said, pushing up his glasses that had slid down his nose.

"I know. That's why I changed it. To be different, and besides, you look more like the smart-ass student who gets good grades anyway, glasses guy," Iris spoke in a slightly high pitch voice tainted with insanity.

"...Make up your mind. Am I Morishi or glasses guy...," Morishige said in a low tone, but in his head he thought, 'Personally I'd prefer neither but it seems like here it's a lost cause to say that...'

"Aaaw! Why choose!? You should be happy! Now you have two pet names!" Iris exclaimed in an excited voice, grabbing Morishige's hand and yanking him to his feet suddenly. He gasped in surprise a little bit.

"Would you let me know when you're about to do that kind of stuff!? And what do you mean by pet name!?" Morishige asked, his voice sounding rather irritated by now.

"No I won't let you know! You're adorable when you're surprised! Oh, and pet names? Well...simple! Consider this a date! You can decide if you like me or not later!" Iris said happily, strutting out of the room. She had placed a random black rose on James' body earlier.

"A-a date!? Wait a minute!" Morishige grabbed her arm and held her in place, "I'm in a hell dimension alone with some stranger who could easily kill me at any moment and you want me to consider this a DATE!?"

"Well...sure. Why not? I mean...we're alone, doing something...," Iris stood on her tiptoes and leaned into his ear and whispered, "together~..." Iris got back down and pulled her arm from his grasp and walked around to his side, hugging his arm. Morishige recalled Mayu hugging his arm in a similar manner earlier that day, and looked away from Iris. He wasn't sure if the heat he felt in his face meant he was blushing or not but he sure didn't want her to know if he was.

"Let us get moving already," Morishige said quietly, walking forward and pulling her with him. Iris caught up easily, not letting go of his arm.

"So is this a date~?" Iris giggled, pressing her cheek against his arm.

"Whatever, fine," Morishige said, trying to sound more irritated than he really was. Honestly, some part of his normal human mind said why not. It's not like he had a high chance of living after this anyway, and somewhere inside he kind of enjoyed the idea of it being a date. Not like he would admit it. (A/N: Fucking boy pride...)

Iris let out something like an annoying fan girl screech and clung to his arm tighter, if it was possible. She looked like a thin weak girl, but when she was hugging something she had one hell of a death grip. Morishige could feel his hand going a little bit numb, but Iris was satisfied for now so he'd just let it go. Suddenly a weight yanked down on his arm and he was pulled to the ground with a yell of surprise. Iris had dropped to the ground and picked up a note. He glared at her bitterly.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" Morishige yelled, losing his cool for a minute, then taking deep breaths and saying calmly, "Fang, please try not to rip my arm off. You're already making my hand go numb..."

Iris stared a little blankly at the note, not even showing she registered Morishige's words for once. It was almost like she was frozen, simply staring at the note with an uncharacteristic frown. Morishige sighed and turned her head to face him eye to eye with his hand on her cheek.

"Don't frown. It doesn't look right on you," Morishige said before he could even register the words that had come out of his mouth. He slapped himself about five times mentally when he realized it. Iris smiled a little and handed him the note.

_You and your little boyfriend aren't going to get very far, Iris Fang. More like you're never getting out of here. Morishige came in a group with Ayumi Shinozaki. And well, let's just put it bluntly! She was his group's spirit medium, and I killed her! Oh happy days it's so much fun! And you know the fate of Maryon, and you know there is now way you're going to convince me to get you out of here! See your spirit when you're dead~!_

_-Ezla_

"Who's Ezla...," Morishige said.

"Annika's...sister...," Iris said, resting her head on his shoulder.

He stiffened, but he didn't bother trying to get her off. It was pretty much pointless with Iris, she'd persist until she got her way anyhow. Plus...he felt like it was the least he could do for her right now.

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Well that's it for this chapter! I hope you all enjoyed, but if you didn't that's fine. This was kind of a little filler chapter, I really had no idea what to do with those to this chapter.

*Sage*


	22. Chapter 22

Hello! It's Sage here with another chapter of Corpse Party! I'm so sorry for how long it's been I've been crazy busy. School started for me and I'm like, dead inside. D:

Shredder572: ...Oh yeah. I forgot about the whole Ayumi realization part. That'll hit him later, I guess? It's not so much that Kimimoto is raised to handle death well or whatever, it's more of I'm bad at portraying the grief of a lost life. :\

MsWildFire97: I like Morishige. I don't know. He's freaky in an amazing way to me. :\ I'm weird. Yeah, i like Iris Fang. She's fun. XD She was even more fun to make. XD

Lexy02: Well that's your opinion, and I respect it. But this is mine. :)

Codebreakeryuuki: Oh my. I'm not sure how Ezla would like Kizami. XD Lol, I'm glad you like IrisxMorishige. :D MORE SOCIOPATHS. WAHAHAHAA.

KayCee-The-Wolf: I didn't even notice that mistake. Lol. Lovely. XD

Let us begin! YOSHIKI. GO.

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Chapter 22

"Oh, you found her!" A voice said from behind Yoshiki.

He turned, a little slower than he would have liked with a sleeping girl on his back, "Who said that..."

A girl stepped out of the shadows, in the Kimimoto uniform with shoulder length lilac hair. He stared at her, choosing his next words as carefully as he could.

"Who are you? Are you her sister?" He asked, motioning his head towards Mist who clung to him even in her sleep.

"No. I am a friend of her sister's, though," The girl said, with a charming smile. Yoshiki wasn't sure if the gleam in her green eyes was a mischievous one or just innocence. The girl stepped closer, the purple locks sliding gently behind her shoulders, "My name is Coria. What's yours?" Her voice rang with innocence, purity.

"Oh. I see," He said, turning and walking. Coria followed, adding a little hop to her walk. Bells on her bracelet jingled.

"Heeeey, I asked what your name was! Don't tell me you're only half listening to me!" She whined, poking his shoulder and looking at him with big sad eyes.

"Yoshiki. I'm assuming you're going to follow me around now," He muttered, not sure whether someone so cheery in this place could be trusted.

"Of course! We people of the living have to stick together! Besides! I can help us get out of here! I know all sorts of little short cuts! Besides, you have my, like, best friend's sister!" Coria said, giggling in a shrill girlish way. Okay, that was going to get on Yoshiki's nerves if she giggled like that all the time.

"Alright, if you supposedly know the way out, why don't you lead the way and stop yammering on," Yoshiki said coldly. He was hungry, thirsty, pissed to hell and back, and his back hurt. Just because it was an eight year old didn't mean that it didn't hurt after a while.

"Okay! Come...this way!" Coria said, pointing to some random hallway, and skipping down it. Yoshiki groaned and followed her down the hall reluctantly, figuring it was better than his aimless wandering.

You remember how he told her to stop yammering? She didn't. Coria kept chit-chatting on about random things, from Mist's odd blue hair color to her own odd purple hair color. Yoshiki picked up on some things she was saying, but nothing really sank in. He made idle noises now and then to make her think he was listening. Yoshiki doubted Coria even CARED if he was listening, as long as she could hear her own girlish shrieking voice. It was making his head hurt, and that was the last thing he needed to add to his list of things making him very cranky. To make matters worse, they had been walking for several minutes only to lead to a completely dead end, and Coria's confused face.

"Oh come on. I knew it was here! It wasn't? Dang!" Coria said, pouting and turning around childishly, "Oh well! I'll just try again!" Giggling she skipped off in some other direction. Yoshiki's patience was wearing very thin, and his anger was about to blow up like a big bomb.

"Coria. Do you know where were going or were you lying," Yoshiki said bluntly.

Coria turned to him, eyes wide, "Of course! I know it for sure!"

Turning back around, she continued to skip down the long corridor. Was she crazy? Could she not see all the holes in the floor she didn't pay attention to but somehow missed? Or the dead bodies and skeletons, what about those? Yoshiki narrowed his eyes and moved forward. This optimism was ticking him off more and more. Coria continued to prattle on and on, except now she was on the debate on whether or not fruits had individual rights. Yoshiki had said on more than one occasion he really didn't care, but that didn't seem to affect her. She kept leading him down more and more halls. Dead end after dead end. Yoshiki was now confirming his suspicion she had absolutely no idea where she was going.

"Coria," Yoshiki said firmly. She shut her mouth and turned to him. Coria held his gaze for a few seconds, before her mouth being shut faltered.

"What!? Oh no, was I talking to much!? Or was it all the dead ends? I'm so sorry, I know it has to be around here somewhere. Please just one more chance!" Coria said, eyes in puppy dog form.

"No. You want to help? Fine. Hold Mist. You're too ditzy to be a bad guy. It's not like you ever shut up," Yoshiki snapped, handing the sleeping Mist to her, "I'll lead the way. At least I've found less dead ends than you, which is saying a lot because I have a tendency to find dead ends!"

He turned his back to Coria, deciding to go left or right. Surprisingly Coria hadn't said anything else. Had he actually hurt her feelings? Doubtful. If he did he'd apologize later, he didn't really care right now. Yoshiki was about to walk when he heard a low, dark evil cackle. A feeling of dread grabbed at his heart as he slowly turned around. Coria ripped off the Kimimoto shirt to reveal her black tank top and snake tattoos up her arms. Her face was now different, no longer innocent but devilish. Yoshiki's eyes widened.

"You little punk! You actually fell for it. You thought I was too ditzy to be a bad guy. That I was too talkative and innocent. Cute, boy, cute. And naïve. Don't get me wrong, I know her sister. We are far from friends though. I am from Kimimoto, too. Though the uniform is just so tiring. Thanks for the fresh meat, kid. I forgot your name. Yoshi, was it? Real nice talkin' to ya, kid. Got a lot to learn," Coria said, grinning, "By the way. I'd avoid the infirmary unless you want a nasty surprise. My accomplice did some dirty work."

And just like that, Coria was gone. Before Yoshiki even had time to react. He stood there in shock for several minutes before rage built up. He turned around sharply, punching the wall hard.

"Dammit!" He cursed, watching blood run from his knuckles. He pressed his forehead against the wall, "I really am stupid, aren't I?"

Yoshiki, still numb with rage at himself to realize the guilt and pain of that girl's life that would soon be gone, walked in the direction of the infirmary. What dirty work? He had to know.

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Well that's it for this chapter! Updates WILL BE SLOWER now, sorry! D: I hope you enjoyed it. How do you think Yoshiki will feel when he finally sees Ayumi's corpse? You think Annika will still be there? When do you think it'll sink in Mist is probably dead now? Dun dun dunnn! Tell me what you think in the reviews! Do it! Now! Lol, jk.

*Sage*


	23. UPDAAAATE I'm so sorry unu

Hi Guys.

Yes. Hi.

It's me, I'm alive.

I'm very very sorry I haven't been here, and I really didn't realize it'd been almost a year.

I feel like I should...clarify...but it's not something I'm comfortable talking about right now.

I just wanted to say I'm super sorry I haven't updated in almost a year. Jesus Christ, I'm so mad at myself for doing that.

I will try my best to update soon, I really will. I'm really really super sorry. But seeing some of your reviews...it made me smile.

Something that's been a little challenging for me lately to do. But you guys did it, and I thank you. Very much.

~Sage~


	24. Another Update - I'm soooo sorry DX

Hi guys...Again.

I know a lot of you have been reviewing, and I just haven't been on this account in a while.

Motivation lacked, I have to figure out what order I was doing POV again...I hadn't been updating the other story either.

I'm hoping if I try hard enough I will find motivation again, because I hate being a person who just stops. I really didn't expect people to read this as much as they did. It was originally just a way for me to keep my friend who made Oracle updated over the summer when it started.

I have some plan to continue this...eventually.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. This story.

Also I'm having some issues with my account and I don't know really what's going on with it's email issue...I'll have to look into that.

Thank you all for reading, and I'm hoping I can get back to you sometime soon. However I've finally started stepping out of my comfort zone and working on recovering and coping with social anxiety, so I've been a little stressed and on edge from trying to cope with being more social.

I hope you'll all stick by me as I find my way back around to this story.

THank you again

Sage the Shawol


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