Day 1

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Chapter 1: Pray To Heaven With Me

“Good god, this place is hell” Mikaru thought to himself, as he cried a little more, clutching the picture of his wife and six year old son to his chest. His dark, matted hair and his pillow were damp, his eyes bleary. All he could think of were their faces as the judge delivered his sentence, the despair as they knew they would lose Mikaru forever…

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“… You have been found guilty of one count of rape, one count of assault and one count of murder. From here, you will be taken to Ju-on city, where you shall spend the rest of your life…”

Mikaru became seemingly stoic, as he observed his wife and son weep. Inwardly, he was screaming, his heart shattering, yet out of pride he refused to show it. He could feel the heated glares of his victim’s family, their jeering felt like knives to him.

He was led away, handcuffed, to a small room at the back of the courthouse. He was given only an hour to spend with his family.

Akui, his wife, opened the door slowly as she entered the room, leading Chou behind her. Chou ran to him, climbed to his lap and clung to him for dear life. Akui sat beside her husband on the threadbare sofa, kissing Mikaru chastely on the lips.

“While you’re away, I’ll take this to appeal. I know your not guilty, I know-” Mikaru raised his hand to silence her. He shook his head.

“I did it.” was all he said. She stared at him in disbelief, fresh tears flooding from her eyes. She shook her head, saying “no” over and over… She lifted Chou from Makalu’s lap and fled from the room. Her cries could be heard as she ran down the corridor Mikaru didn’t chase her, he only sat on the sofa, his whole body shaking as he wept.

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The convicts sat in complete silence as they were transported to the airport. All were destined for Ju-On city, a place known to many as “hell on earth”. Ju-On city was an island built on the international date line, roughly in line with the Hokkaido island of Japan. It was a joint collaboration of many governments across the world, as a place to send criminals, and sometimes undesirable innocents, or people who knew too much. People that the government did not want in society. It was an idea proposed by the one who had come up with the idea of Battle Royale, and Ju-On city had started roughly six years after the collapse of Battle Royale. Just the stories of the island served as a deterrent, and crime world wide had dropped significantly during the twelve years the island had been around.

Mikaru was greeted by three official looking individuals when he reached Ju-On city. The island had only a very small terminal, with one air strip. The officials were friendly enough, he thought, though still threatening, with the guns at their waists. One of them, a stocky, bald, Caucasian man, led Mikaru to some plastic seats and read him the laws he must abide by.

“You can’t leave the island. You can’t have a job. Money will be put into a bank account for you, weekly. Only you and Ju-On city officials have access to this account. You will be given a flat in the city centre to live in, and you must remain their from midnight to six am. All drugs are illegal, including medicines, nicotine and alcohol. If you require medicine, it will be administered at hospital. Internet access is prohibited. Homosexuality is prohibited. Staying anywhere but your own place of residence is prohibited…”

Mikaru zoned out, easily losing interest in the mans rambling. He didn’t want to know… he didn’t care. Following the rules didn’t matter, he could deal with the consequences. It didn’t matter… All that mattered was hours away, crying and hating everything about him…

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Rifling through his pockets, Mikaru cursed as he remembered that his cigarettes had been confiscated at the airport. Fuck this place!

“Want one?” came a soft voice from behind him, and he froze immediately in fear. He turned slowly to see a stylish, effeminate blond man stood there, holding out a packet of cigarettes. Cautiously, Mikaru took one and lit it with the others lighter, watching him carefully all the while. The man smiled and walked over to the nearby sofa, lounging across it, as if he owned the place. Mikaru watched him, feeling anger rise up inside at the intrusion.

“Who are you?” He asked, not bothering to keep the vicious tone from his voice. He was far too tired and depressed to make friends, or not make enemies. The other let out a delicate laugh, and motioned for Mikaru to sit.

“I’m Byou. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mikaru.” he said, amusement lacing his voice, and he gave Mikaru a flirtatious wink. Mikaru grimaced, before realising… He knows my name! As if he had read his thoughts, Byou let out another laugh, this time a little harsher, before speaking again. “I’m head of police on this god-forsaken island, so I know everything about you.” Needless to say, this displeased Mikaru, he had hoped to keep his reasons for being their to himself.

“So… rape and murder, eh? I must say, I’m partial to a little rape myself…” Mikaru chuckled a little. Just play along. Maybe he will go away… From the look on Byou’s face, Mikaru knew immediately he had made a mistake. He crashed to the ground as Byou struck him.

“You think I’m joking? Do you? You dare to laugh at me?” Byou’s voice was filled with venom and rage, and as he stared down at the other, who was whimpering a little in surprise and fear, he felt suddenly empowered. How he missed this feeling…

Grabbing Mikaru roughly by the neck, Byou forced against the wall, and strengthened his grip as he used the other hand to tug harshly on his new victim’s hair and used his body to hold the other against the wall. As a sick smile graced his lips, Byou leaned towards the other and crushed their lips together, before biting down hard on Mikaru’s lip, drawing a substantial amount of blood. Mikaru screamed, the noise muffled slightly, though the fear was still obvious. Byou groaned lewdly at the taste, before licking Mikaru’s jaw line, leaving a little blood behind. By now, tears were leaking from Mikaru’s eyes, and pleas spilt from his lips… he begged for mercy, for salvation…

The helplessness his victim was displaying only served to arouse Byou even more, and he rubbed their hips together, gasping and panting as he did so, while filling his mind with beautiful fantasies of tearing and abusing this weak, pathetic man… of completely degrading and humiliating him…