Class Camping Trip

Mitsuko Souma

Mitsuko found herself on the bus early in the morning, she had finished her hair and makeup just before the bus arrived, which she considered a small miracle. She would hate to have everyone see her with no make-up, even though it only mildly effected her appearance and she was still beautiful without it.

The bus ride was very boring. Yoji and Yoshimi sat near her. They were talking and they would occasionally try to ask Mitsuko questions to which she would reply with short one word answers. Mitsuko was very disconnected from the bus.

While the bus ride was boring, it was very important. She was using it to plan sex with Shogo and other boys who were coming along. She had packed in her bag a variety of sex toys, drugs, and other items that would assist in her plans.

This trip will be wondeful. I can almost taste Shogo already.

Kazuhiko Yamamoto

Kazuhiko sat next to Sakura on the bus that they rode to the Program, it brought up bad memories, but he was quickly able to push them down. This trip is something that Kazuhiko need quite literally, and he wasn't going to let bad memories get in the way of having a nice time with Sakura.

The only problem was a certain Spiky-Haired bitch will be going along for the ride, Hirono Shimizu. She has practically ruined his life. She has blackmailed him, raped him, and sold him to her clients. He was sodomized for the past week, but he let it happen to protect Sakura. He didn't realize it yet, but if it continued, he would lose his mental stability.

This was just a time to work things out with Sakura and be with his beloved. But if Hirono interfered, it would not be pretty.

Carrying four pieces of ikebanas wasn't really convenient to kayoko. She promised some of her classmates that she will prepare some decoration for the tent.

One was for Izumi Kanai, and for Toshinori Oda. The other was for Yoshimi Yahagi. Noriko Nakagawa was another she had prepared. Finally, she also made one for hers. She couldn't believe that she going to spend the camp with Sugi, and Taka. She had known Sugi ever since the program but as for Taka, there wasn't much she could swallow.

Taka was a top athlete, and Sugi's best friend over all but other than that, she knew some bits of her but not much. Which is why the trip will be a good time to have some fun except for the ghost stories that she prepared which made her scared for a week. Not to mention Souma's gun that she carefully pack in her bag ...just in case...

Other than that, the only problem was to solve the problem: how to carry four ikebanas at the same time without damaging them?

Takako had managed to find herself a reasonable spot on the bus between two actually normal people, Hiroki and Kayoko. Staring over Kayoko's shoulder at the landscape speeding by, she felt a lingering tightness in her chest. She could pass it off as bad memories, the negative associations she's sure that all the students in her class have with camping trips. She found herself looking for military vans, scanning the skies for helicopters. It was stupid, she knew. And it wasn't the real reason she was nervous anyway.

The past few nights had been tough ones. She wasn't able to sleep, and even a midnight run couldn't clear her head. If only I could have slept, then I wouldn't have had to fucking think about it. . Takako wished there was some one to talk to or something. She'd considered talking to Izumi about it during the trip. Now she just wanted to catch up on her sleep.

The wild-haired boy number six sat curled in the bus seat, knees drawn up and feet propped against the back of the seat in front of him. He was dressed in dark gray jeans and a plain, white T-shirt, with the same still-blood-spattered, slip-on, blue Vans he had worn in the Program. His head rested against the window, his dark eyes staring with utter, dreary disinterest out the glass. The ghost of a sour look clung to his features, brows slightly knitted. Movie-verse Kiriyama did not have his Uzi. It was not in his hand. It was not in his bag on the other bus. Rather, by now it was miles and miles away. In fact, he had no firearm on his person or in his bag. The only weapon his counterpart had permitted him to take on the trip was a switchblade in his pocket. Said counterpart, however - seated now beside him - he was aware might have brought a firearm of his own as a precaution. Kazuo could not be sure, but it was something he suspected and kept in mind.

His arms lay crossed between his chest and his knees, and he felt absently at his aching right elbow where his sleek-haired alter had literally twisted his arm that morning. The scuffles between the two Kiriyamas were almost always very short ones.

Besides being just about unarmed, Kazuo was far from a fan of being on a bus full of people, either. It was crowded and loud. A mild amount of social anxiety was seeping in, and though it may have invaded his withdrawn posture he did still struggle not to let it show in his face, instead letting the bitterness of being disarmed hover over his features. Unlike might be expected - and disregarding the protests of his counterpart's parasites - he had chosen a seat near the front of the bus so that he would be one of the first students off of it when they arrived.




Nearer toward the back of the bus sat Chisato, dark hair pulled into the pigtails she had learned her friends were fond of. It had been pretty creepy being on a bus again at first, but over time the mood had lightened, and before she knew it she was laughing and talking with her friends as normal... though not without sparing frequent glances for Shinji Mimura.

They were not just the usual looks of admiration, though. They were also mixed with looks of concern. She worried deeply for Shinji. Moisture threatened her eyes at just the thought of what had happened to him at the dance right under her nose, and she could see the seemingly empty spot beside a sleek head of hair nearer the front of the bus where she knew movie-verse Kiriyama was slumped in his seat. He had gotten weapons into the dance; it was a safe bet he had gotten weapons on the trip, too. The class had five days together. Would he start shooting as soon as they arrived, or would he wait?

She had done her best to sit as near to Shinji as she could without leaving the company of her friends. But Chisato couldn't help wondering if she even had the courage to take so much as a single bullet for him... It was a terrible idea to dwell on. She tried to distract herself by listening to what her friends chattered on about, but her thoughts kept drifting.

((BEFORE THE BUS! This takes place briefly before the bus ride!))

Unlike his classmates, Shuya Nanahara had decided to stay home rather than go on the school trip. He wanted to take the weekend alone as an opportunity to relax and pull himself back together. It wasn’t even that he was that upset about his breakup with Yukie. It was his pride that had been hurting lately. The girls were supposed to love him, he was a rock star, he was supposed to be the one breaking hearts, but so far, it was the girls that were rejecting him. Not including the girls crushing on him that he was oblivious to, of course. He was also pretty sore on the fact that Shinji and Yukie seemed to have some masked feelings for each other. Neither had acted on them, but Shuya figured they would eventually.

Not that it mattered if they did. See, his biggest problem wasn't the breakup, or the fact that Yukie was evidently chasing after Shinji. Shuya's biggest problem was that everyone had found out about his true feelings for Noriko. Now, wasn't this a fucked up situation? He felt like a jerk for the trouble his feelings were causing everyone. He decided if he went on the trip, it would only burden many others.

So far, he was content to be alone. He was relaxing on his bed, his guitar set on his stomach, as he gently strummed the beat to a classic rock song. He stared blankly at the ceiling. It was peaceful, and besides his guitar, completely quiet. He was at ease for the first time in awhile, and it was nice. After awhile, he’d gotten over feeling lonely. All his classmates would be gone on the trip for five days, including Yoshitoki, and he’d be home alone. Well, he had time to get used to it at least.

Hiroki Sugimura:
As he entered the bus he saw kayoko carrying something, more that one something. He decided he'd try to be nice and help her carry some. This proved harder than expected, it would mean talking to her and maybe even toughing her hand... Last time he had some adrenaline to help him out, but this time... he tapped his nose and walked over shyly, somehow he couldn't open his mouth.

Yoshio Akamatsu: He walked to the end of the bus and sat down, he hoped no one sat near him.

She decided that the perfect way to do this was to do it one by one. She couldn't trust the putting the ikebana where the luggages. they might squish thus ruining the whole effort she put in them.

She already had two more bags to carry. her main luggage and a hand bag where she kept the gun. She debated whether or not to bring it but decided it would be a good choice to carry it just in case. Just in case, she thought again never knowing a proper reason for her choice.

She was about to enter when she spotted Sugi walking towards.

"Sugi!" She called out. "Can you help me out here?"

((Takes place before the bus!!!))

Shinji

Shinji Mimura sighed as he walked up to Shuya's house. He felt like it was all his fault one of his best friends decided he wasn't going on the camping trip, and he couldn't allow that to happen. Upon reaching the door, he didn't even bother knocking, but went straight into Shuya's home.

"Shu, where are you?" Shinji called out as he made his way to what he knew to be Shuya's room. "Shu?" he asked again when he poked his head through the door way, checking in Shuya's room. Shuya was laying there on his bed, softly strumming his guitar when he noticed Shinji and by the look on his face, he was shocked to see him. "Dude, come on, the bus will be leaving soon, get your shit packed and let's go!" Shinji said, walking fully into the room and pushing Shuya up off of his bed.

After a few minutes of scuffling, Shinji gave up and walked over to Shuya's dresser and began taking out clothes. Shinji found a bag on the floor and snatched it up before stuffing the clothes into the bag. He wasn't even sure what all he was packing, but as long as Shuya had clothes, he really didn't care. "That should be enough clothes, if you want something else you better grab it, come on, let's go!" Shinji said as he turned his attention back to Shuya. After a few moments of silent staring, Shinji sighed once again before slinging the bag over his shoulder and going over to Shuya. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Shu," Shinji whispered staring straight into Shuya's eyes. No reply.

Shinji grunted as he quickly placed one arm under Shuya's knee caps and the other across his shoulder blades and hefted him up into his arms bridal style. "Alright then, you chose the hard way," Shinji said and chuckled when Shuya began to pout and huff like a child. "I will put you down if you agree to come willingly," Shinji said as if he were making a deal with a small child before setting Shuya down and throwing his bag into his arms. "Now grab your guitar and let's go!"

((On the bus))

Shinji smirked as he remembered how moody Shuya had been about being forced onto the trip, but really, what kind of friend would he be if he just let one of his best friends sit at home while the rest of them went out and partied? The bus at first made him feel slightly uncomfortable but he hid it well. He was sitting next to Yutaka, trying to calm his best friend down by talking about the things they were planning on doing while on the trip. When the topic of Movie Kiriyama came up Shinji smirked as he remembered the gun he placed in his bag and the pocket knife he carried around everywhere in his pocket.

Not this time Kiriyama, not this time.

Kayoko Kotohiki wrote:

She decided that the perfect way to do this was to do it one by one. She couldn't trust the putting the ikebana where the luggages. they might squish thus ruining the whole effort she put in them.

She already had two more bags to carry. her main luggage and a hand bag where she kept the gun. She debated whether or not to bring it but decided it would be a good choice to carry it just in case. Just in case, she thought again never knowing a proper reason for her choice.

She was about to enter when she spotted Sugi walking towards.

"Sugi!" She called out. "Can you help me out here?"

"Huh? Oh... Umm yeah... sure." He says as he struggles to make understandable noises from his mouth. He grabs her bags and puts them away.

The ikebanas weighed a bit much on her lap as she sat away from the window. It was a better seat since she can have space for the other three in front, and behind the seat.

She settled down looking outside the window, hoping that this would be a trip, a normal trip where they won't end up killing each other again. She let her hands play on the design...a bit of one minute editing just in case she got bored again.

Hiroki Sugimura stared out the window, he thought about how he would be sharing a tent with Kayoko. As natural for a boy his age, no matter how calm he was, his blood rushed, and that triggered something a little bad. a drop of blood fell from his nose.

Yukie

Yukie walked onto the bus carrying a large duffle bag in one hand a makeup bag in the other. She was attired with a tank top and capri pants with sunglasses covering her face. Yukie had been crying that morning about all the recent events that happened in the past week. She wore the glasses to cover her swollen eyes. She sat next to the always cheery Yuka Nakagawa. "Hey..." She smiled weakly at her friend.

Hirono

Hirono had packed a few pairs of clothes, a knife, some bottles of liquor and various items for the trip. When she got on the bus she smirked at her fellow classmates. "Good morning campers" She sneered at them. When she walked past Kazuhiko on the bus she whispered in his ear "Good morning, Lover"

Mizuho

"And I also got these candles that supposedly warn off bigfoots" The eccentric girl had been going through her suitcase with her best friend Kaori Minami. She had packed all items needed to keep her and her classmates safe from the sasquatch that was rumored to roam the campgrounds.

After being heavily pissed off at Shinji for dragging him on the bus, Shuya decided to sit far away from the boy. Instead, he decided to sit beside Shogo, who was on his own anyways. Shuya huffed to himself, arms crossed. "Who does he think he is anyways.." he would mumble such lines to himself, complaining about the boy whom had dragged him onto the trip in the first place.

Kazuhiko Yamamoto

Kazuhiko was officially scared for his and Sakura's lives. Hirono had just whispered in his ear, "Hey, lover." Her tone was menacing. He didn't like that he was greeting him while he was sitting with Sakura. She had already started interrupting his time.

Kazuhiko decided that he needed to talk to Hirono. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back, Saku." He said to the girl that he loved. He walked down the aisle to where Hirono was sitting. "Listen Hirono, I'm not going to let you interfere with my great time on the trip. I've already done everything you wanted me to, just let me have a good time with Sakura!"

Hirono gave Kazuhiko a sinister smirk "You'll do whatever I tell you to do, when I say so" She gave him a small slap on the face "Got it?"

Kazuhiko touched the red mark on his skin. He has sensitive skin. Kazuhiko couldn't believe Hirono, he does everything she says for two weeks, which was very brutal and mentally scarring, and she doesn't even let him have five days to himself?!

Kazuhiko wanted to scream. But he refrained himself. "No! I just want a few days with Sakura! Is that too much to ask?!"

Hirono rolled her eyes and sighed "Yeah whatever just get out of my face I wanna take a nap before this whole trip starts" Hirono then slipped on a sleeping mask and waved Kazuhiko away

Kazuhiko was dumbfounded. He wasn't sure if Hirono was going to leave him alone or not. He stiffly walked back to Sakura's seat. And tried to get himself ready for camp again.

This isn't going as smoothly as I hoped it would...

Hirono peeked away from her mask and said "Nice ass!" To Kazuhiko loud enough for Sakura to hear. She loved fucking up their relationship.

In the bus, Yoshimi was sitting between Yoji and Mitsuko, and due to could see a big smile in her childlike face. Her head was supported in Yoji's shoulder, occasionally she raised her head to kiss Yoji.
She looked at Mitsuko and gulped. Yoji didn't know what happened between her and her friend, but Yoshimi don't let that interfere in a great day like that.

Mayumi Tendo;

Mayumi Tendo sat stiffly in her seat, shifting around every few minutes. She eventually sat straight and turned to the window. She watched as the outside world flashed before her in a blur. She then rested her hands in her lap and leant against the window frame.

After watching cars move past the bus in a blur her eyes were starting to hurt. She turned away from the window and looked over the bus. A few seats in front of her sat Yoshimi and Yoji. Yoshimi was leaning on Yoji and for some reason that made Mayumi envious. She really did envy the relatinship they had. She wished she had someone like Yoshimi did sometimes.

Mayumi felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around. Her eyes fell on Fumiyo Fujiyoshi, who was sitting next to her.

"Yeah?" Mayumi asked.

Fumiyo held out a small bag of chocolate. Mayumi looked up and smiled at Fumiyo, declining her offer.

Mayumi sank back into her chair and started to play nervously with her hair. She twirled her pigtail around her fingers, looking at the ends of each strand. Mayumi did tend to play with her hair when she was nervous, she had done it since she was little.

Mayumi took a deep breathe and looked out the window again. Her nerves getting the better of her and making her breathe heavily. Mayumi knew she was being silly. She was letting her nerves control her. There was no way that the program would be repeated, but she just couldn't shake the thought.

Mayumi sighed and rested her head against the window frame. Her stomach contorting in an act of nerves. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes.

Noriko Nakagawa leaned over her armrest a little to take a look at the rest of her classmates. From what she could see, they all seemed to be chatting happily with each other, with a few certain exceptions. She bit her lip and decided to ignore it. She has already witnessed enough fights the previous week, and she wasn't in the mood for watching anymore. Besides, she intended to enjoy this trip, and not watch classmates ripping each other's throats out.

She sat back into her seat and looked up at Yoshitoki. With a small smile, Noriko pressed her head against his arm laid her hand on top of his. She decided that for now, she was going to concentrate on being happy here and ignore any drama going on around her.


A bird outside the window let out a loud caw and flew past the bus. Toshinori Oda scowled as it flew by, finding the sound it made vulgar. He turned away from the window and stared at the back of the seat in front of him. It had only been about an hour since he got on the bus, but Toshinori was already sick of the noise from inside and outside the bus. To put it simply, everything was pissing him off.

There was one good thing about the trip already, though. Somehow, he had managed to get a seat beside Izumi Kanai, who had become a good friend of his throughout the past few weeks. She was a popular girl, but had been nice enough to let Toshinori sit next to her. Of course she knew it would be an honour being so close to me!, he thought.

So far, he hadn't seen Ryuhei Sasagawa on the bus. He briefly saw him when they were getting on the bus, but Toshinori wasn't exactly going to try and find him. The worst part of they rip, he guessed, would be having to share a tent with Ryuhei. Toshinori already knew he would lose his mind.

"Izumi, has Frenchie started talking to you again?" Toshinori asked. Earlier in the week, Izumi had revealed something which was less than impressive for Toshinori and Ryuhei. Toshinori had forgiven her quickly enough, but he wasn't sure about Ryuhei. He was far too busy to keep up with who the blond was holding grudges against.


Yutaka Seto's eyes darted nervously between movie-verse Kiriyama, who was sitting up towards the front of the bus, and Shinji. According to his best friend, Kiryama was nothing to worry about this time. Yutaka had his doubts, considering the sociopath managed to successfully murder them twice.

"What if he has his Uzi again?! Why was he even invited after what he did at the dance?" Yutaka cried, feeling completely nervous.

Shinji

"Calm down dude, everything will be fine!" Shinji reassured Yutaka, smiling down at him and giving him his signature smirk and wink. Honestly though, Shinji was really worried as to what was going to happen on this camping trip. They were all stuck with Movie Kiriyama for five days, that is a long time compared to the dance, which was just one night. A lot could go wrong in that time, but it would all be okay, he had come more prepared this time, no way was he letting the bastard kill him or Yutaka again.