A/N: I really wanted to try a 'proper' story this time rather than my fluffy fanfics (although I still love the fluff) so this is a little different, but no worries Ayushiki will feature in this EVENTUALLY. I don't want to give away too much about the plot but let's just say the whole story of Corpse Party never happened and this is some alternate universe, with the characters of which I do not own.

Chapter One: A Unusual Blonde

A tall bleach blonde figure was sorting out the dishevelled display in the store he worked at, being nine in the afternoon the only source of light he had was from the ceiling's lights.

"Kishinuma? You can go home now, thanks for staying over time… again. I will not forget this when it comes to your next payment" The much older gentleman said behind the till smiling softly at the young presence.

Yoshiki Kishinuma was the tall blonde figure he had sharp grey coloured eyes with a strong jaw line making him overall quite attractive, he was only 17 years old which was unusual the way he lived his life. Most people his age would be at out with friends parting or at home with their parents on a Saturday evening. Since his parents and him practically never see one another anymore since they kicked him out at the young age of 15 and Yoshiki hardly ever attending school to even make acquaintances he preferred to consider himself a loner.

"Oh, thank you Mr Yamada!" Yoshiki yelled whist grapping his worn out jacket that was actually part of his school uniform, the blonde boy didn't have many clothes so he wore his school uniform most of the time when in public.

"No problem, see you tomorrow."

"Bye." He replied cheerfully as he made his way out of the music store. The air was bitter making him shiver slightly, the area was dimly lit making it hard to see where he was going. However once his eyes adjusted, the boy walked towards the direction of his 'cosy' rundown apartment. The majority of the people that Yoshiki walked past had their necks titled to view their phones, the boy who wore the worn out blazer couldn't help but envy those people. Yoshiki didn't own a phone. Which was once again unusual for someone his age but he didn't talk to anyone so he found the object useless and preferred to save his money on groceries or on bills.

His eyes met his apartment from the outside, which looked a lot worse than it did on the inside, he then made his way to the door. 'Fuck.' His eyes widened from shock at the sight of his lock being smashed into, and his front door cracked open a little, he tapped the door creeping into his home to 'catch the fucker' Gazing around his eyes widened again as the apartment was exactly the way he left it, as the boy was expecting at least some sort of indication of looting. 'That's odd-'

TWACK.

Opening his heavy eyelids, the blonde with a brutal headache tried to focus his blurry vision to make out the environment around him. All he could gather were some sounds of a car's engine, the muffled sound of a man and what sounded like a woman having an argument. Once he gained vision it verified that he was in what looked like a back of a truck 'I've been kidnapped, well that's something for the bucket list.' He chuckled a bit, which only made his brutal headache attack his brain once more. Shifting his arms and legs to try and stand up he realised they were bandaged together that restrained any movement, looking down he noticed that it was black elasticated rope that looked too strong to even cut though. Giving up on moving he stared at the ceiling of the vehicle getting lost in his thoughts.

Yoshiki's attitude was a lot calmer than anyone else who would have been in his situation because he really didn't care about what happened to himself as everyone else in his life did the same thing, his family never even bothered to contact him and his school he rarely attended did nothing to support him. The vehicle came to a halt making the blonde's posture freeze upright, the slam of car doors shutting and the rhythm of two human's footsteps approached the bottom half of the van.

Yoshiki's eyes glared at the back of the van ready to make intimidating eye contact to whoever these people were. The dark environment filled with light, as the back door raised immediately Yoshiki's pupils shrunk and his glare only hardened when he laid eyes upon his kidnappers.

A/N: Tell me what you think...