9Corpse Party: Opening the Gateway
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Corpse Party Or Any of the Characters
Chapter 1: Detention
Naomi
Naomi Nakashima was sitting in history class, listening to the teacher drone on, when it happened again. Seiko Shinohara, her "dead" best friend, was talking to her.
You must open the gateway, Seiko said in Naomi's head.
It didn't exactly sound like Seiko though. Her voice was distorted and possibly demonic.
"I know," Naomi whispered, trying not to disturb her history teacher. "But what is the gateway?"
Seiko's distorted, ghostly voice continued in Naomi's head.
The gateway to Heavenly Host, Seiko said. You must come back.
"But why?" Naomi asked. "Why would I want to-" Naomi was asking Seiko a question, when she was interrupted.
"Nakashima-San!" the teacher screamed, snapping his pencil in half.
"Oops." Naomi said.
A few of the students were snickering around her, as she was about to be punished.
"Nakashima-San!" her teacher said, walking up to her desk. "If you are going to talk to your imaginary friend, you can do it in detention!"
Naomi was stunned. She was whispering! How could he have heard her? Naomi heard Ayumi Shinozaki start to giggle, and the teacher snapped his gaze in her direction.
"Do you think your classmate's problems are funny, Shinozaki-San?" he asked.
"No, Sensei!" Ayumi said, struggling to maintain her giggles.
Naomi just glared at her, it almost seemed as if her giggles were forced.
"Well," he said. "Obviously you do. Detention. Tonight."
The bell rang, and everyone except for Naomi got up. Naomi was busy picking up her stuff, and shoving it into her backpack. She got up, whipping her bangs out of her face. She was about to leave the classroom, when the teacher stuck a ruler out in front of the door. Naomi yelped with surprise, and looked up into the teacher's eyes.
"Nakashima-San," he said. "You are to read the next four chapters in our textbook while in detention. You have the detention and all weekend to do so."
Naomi pushed through the ruler blocking the door.
"Yes, Sensei." she choked out.
"And Nakashima-San?" he asked.
"You have constantly been talking your 'imaginary friend'," he said, in a softer tone, and putting emphasis on imaginary friend. "I want you to know that I went through the exact same thing at your age. You might want to see a therapist."
Naomi glared at the teacher.
"Yeah." she said. "Thanks."
And with that, she walked out of the room.
Satoshi
"Maybe she just needs some time to adjust," Yoshiki Kishinuma said to his best friend Satoshi Mochida. "We all went through quite the ordeal at Heavenly Host."
Satoshi shook his head.
"I don't think so Yosh," he said. "She's been talking to herself for about three months now."
Yoshiki laughed.
"Oh, come on Satoshi," he replied. "People talk to themselves all the time."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, Yoshiki?" he asked. "When was the last time you talked to yourself?"
Yoshiki stopped smiling.
"That's what I thought." Satoshi said.
Satoshi yawned, as he saw Ayumi, one of their other friends walking up to them.
"Hey Yosh," he said. "There's your girlfriend."
Yoshiki's face flushed.
"She's not my girlfriend!" he hissed.
"Oh come on, Yosh!" Satoshi said. "We both know you really like her!"
"How are things?" Ayumi asked, upon reaching them.
"Oh!" Yoshiki said. "Um, very good! Very, very good!"
They both looked at him strangely.
"Look," he said. "I gotta go, I have stuff to do. Real businessy stuff!"
And with that he ran off.
"What's with him?" Ayumi asked Satoshi.
"Oh," he said. "You heard him. He's busy."
She stared at him.
"At eleven thirty in the morning?" she asked. "Sure..."
"So, did you talk to Nakashima-San?" he asked.
"No," she sighed. "But I will."
He was confused.
"You will?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
She opened her locker, as that coincidentally was where they had been standing.
"Oh," she said. "I got myself into a detention with her tonight."
His eyes widened.
"Shinozaki-San!" he exclaimed.
She raised an eyebrow at him as she reached for something in her locker.
"What?" she asked.
"You got a detention?!" he said. "But your parents-"
She interrupted him.
"Aren't at home this weekend!" she said. "Why don't you and Kishinuma come around tonight? I'll ask Nakashima-San if she wants to drop by."
"But your sister-" he started, but was interrupted again.
"What about my sister?" she asked. "She went with my parents this morning! They won't be home until Sunday morning!"
He softened up a bit.
"Okay," he said. "I'll talk to Yoshiki about it."
He just remembered something.
"Hey Shinozaki-San," he said. "Good luck on your Algebra-II test."
She made a face.
"Please don't mention that." she said. "See you around Mochida-San!"
With that, she closed her locker, and ran off for the next class. Satoshi looked at his wrist watch.
"I should get going too." he decided, running off for his science class.
He made it to science class with only a minute to spare, and sat down at his table.
Once the bell rang, Satoshi started working on the assignment from yesterday that he hadn't finished. After a while he started to feel feverish, and sweat began to bead up on his forehead. Finally, not being able to take it anymore, he raised his hand.
"Yes, Mochida-San?" the teacher asked.
"May I go use the lavatory?" Satoshi asked.
"Go ahead," he said. "And hurry up!"
He nodded and got up from his seat. He left the classroom, and went down to the second floor. He was walking to the lavatory, when all of a sudden, he saw a familiar female brunette.
"Naomi!" Satoshi called. "Naomi! Naomi!"
Weird, he thought. She didn't seem to hear me. And she was literally right in front of me!
He decided not to make a big deal out of it, and continued walking to the lavatory. He walked through the door, and turned on one of the sinks. He washed his hands in the hot water, and started to cup the water in his hands, to put in his face. After washing his face, the feverish feeling went away.
He reached for a paper towel, and started to dry his face off. Once his face was dry, he looked up and found the mirror above the sink covered in mist from the hot water. What he sees next scared the living daylights out of him.
Letters started to appear on the misty mirror, and they were backwards.
"It's almost as if someone is writing them from the other side!" Satoshi said.
Once the writing had stopped, Satoshi attempted to read it. After a while of sighing from frustration, he figured out what it said.
"It will never be over," Satoshi said. "What does that mean?"
Just then, he got jumpscared. A pale skinned little girl in a red dress jumped halfway out from the mirror and shrieked at him. He fell backwards, and when he looked up the mist was gone. Along with the ghostly girl, and the writing.
He was completely scared out of his mind, and he ran out of the lavatory. He ran back towards the path to the science room, not wanting to look behind him. He ran back up to the third floor.
"What the hell is going on around here?" he said.
He got back into the science room, and got back to work. Later in the day at lunch, he discussed this random scary occurrence with his friends.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa dude," Yoshiki said, fiddling with his fork. "So what happened?"
Satoshi sighed, and went over it again.
"So I was sitting in science class, when I began to feel feverish," he said. "So, I went to the lavatory, and washed my face off. For whatever reason, that made me feel better."
Ayumi nodded while studying a book of hers, signaling him to go on.
"Anyway," he said. "I noticed the mirror was all fogged up, and backwards writing started to appear in it. It said: "It will never be over", and then a pale, ghostly girl in a red dress jumped out of the mirror, shrieking at me."
Ayumi looked up from her book at him.
"Maybe our friends are trying to talk to us." Yoshiki said.
"I don't think so," Ayumi said. "Were Shinohara-San and Suzumoto-San known for wearing red dresses?"
"Good point." Yoshiki said.
"Sachiko." Satoshi and Ayumi said in unison.
"Oh," Yoshiki said. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Um," Ayumi started. "Maybe because your brain dead?"
Yoshiki glared at her.
"I'm not a brain dead idiot!" he exclaimed.
"Oh calm yourself, Kishinuma." Ayumi said, as she laughed. "I was just kidding."
He softened up a little bit.
"You said you have a detention with Nakashima-San tonight, right?" Satoshi asked.
She nodded.
"You need to talk to her." Yoshiki said.
"Plus tell her about what happened to me." Satoshi replied.
"Okay, I will." Ayumi said. "No promises on if she will listen, though."
Satoshi nodded.
"That's true," he replied. "She may not even listen to you."
Yoshiki continued eating his lunch.
"Why is that?" he asked. "I was giggling in class at her, when she got a detention."
"Why were you giggling?" he asked.
"It's not my fault!" she exclaimed. "I had to find some way to get into detention."
Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
"Well," Satoshi said. "Good luck with your detention, Shinozaki-San. It's been fun, gotta go!"
He ran off to his second to last class of the day, hoping that Ayumi could get to Naomi.
Naomi
Naomi wasn't too happy. She was in detention, and to make matters worse, it was Friday. She knew Ayumi, her so-called "friend", would be in the room any minute. To make matters even worse, they were the only two with a detention.
She was busy reading the next four chapters in their history textbook, and she didn't even notice Ayumi walk into the detention classroom. Ayumi sat down as she tried to focus on reading her assigned chapters.
"Um, hi?" she said.
Naomi looked at her, out of the corner of her eye.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked.
"Whoa!" Ayumi said.
"Someone's grumpy today!"
She looked at Ayumi.
"Of course I am!" she said. "You were laughing at me!"
"I'm sorry!" Ayumi said. "I had to do something to get myself a detention with you."
Naomi's expression cooled a little.
"What do you want? A medal?" she said. "Wait, hold on. Why would you want to get a detention with me?"
Ayumi shrugged.
"We are worried about you, Nakashima-San." she said.
"Well," she said. "I'm just fine."
Ayumi shook her head.
"No, you are not." she said.
As Ayumi droned on, Seiko began speaking again.
Well? Are you going to get on with it? You must-
"Now's not a good time." Naomi whispered to herself as quietly as she could.
That's when Seiko snapped.
Listen to me, you spoiled brat! You should be damn grateful that I chose you for this. Now shut up and do as I say!
She broke down into tears, sobbing all over her textbook.
"Whoa," Ayumi said. "What's wrong, Nakashima? Was it something I said?"
Naomi looked up at her, as she continued to cry.
"Seiko's being mean to me!" she said.
Ayumi sighed.
"You are distraught, Nakashima," she said. "Shinohara isn't here. She died. Remember?"
Naomi's sobs let up a little bit.
"That's where you are wrong, Shinozaki-San." she said. "Seiko is still in here," she said, pointing to her heart. "And up here." Naomi pointed to her brain. She started giggling uncontrollably. "Seiko will always be here!" she said. "She's looking out for me!"
Ayumi shook her head.
"Snap out of it, Nakashima-San!" she said, gently smacking her.
Naomi looked at her.
"What?" she said. "Seiko can talk to me. I can hear her voice."
Ayumi looked at her, confused.
"Um, Nakashima-San," she said. "How long exactly has "Seiko" been talking to you?"
Naomi thought about it.
"Um," she said. "About three months... why?"
Ayumi's eyes widened.
"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
Naomi frowned.
"I don't need your help." she said. "Seiko was the closest to me. She wants to talk to me, and I want to talk to her."
Ayumi sighed.
"Look Nakashima-San," she said. "My parents nor my sister will be home this weekend. Why don't you swing by tonight so we can talk about this? Mochida-Kun and Kishinuma will be there too."
Naomi frowned once more.
"Fine," she replied. "But I still don't need help."
Ayumi sighed.
"Suit yourself, Nakashima-San," she said. "Just remember, we are your friends, and you can tell us anything."
She went back to reading.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." she said.
For twenty minutes more, Naomi sat there reading, and Ayumi just sat there, most likely thinking. Once the bell that released them rang, Naomi ran out of the room before Ayumi could talk to her any further.
Author's Note:
* Special thanks to my cousin, Austin in the creation of this fanfiction. Keep a look out for the next chapter, and it get's better, I promise.
Author's Note As of 1/28/2018:
* As of January 28th, 2018, this story has undergone the process of updating into glorious correct grammar and punctuation. All of that jazz. Just like it should have been from the start. Back when I began writing this story in 2015, I wasn't exactly what you'd call a "pro fanfiction writer". I was still very much a newbie. But I'm better now. Upon thinking about this story and realizing it was grammatically incorrect, I decided to go back and update all current chapters.
* I know a few people have been asking for this story to continue. And it will. I promise that as soon as I am finished updating all of the chapters in this story, new chapters will eventually come.
* I will post this update author's note at the end of every updated chapter, so any viewer (current or old) can see it. If for any reason any of my old readers do go back and read this, thank you. Thank you for keeping the story alive, those of you who want it to continue.
* Also, for any of my readers (for any reason did decide to go back and read these), I planned to release a sequel to this story. Emphasis on planned. The sequel is no longer a guarantee from me. I'm not going to release the sequel, because not a lot of readers called for this story's continuation. That's part of why I stopped posting, is because no one seemed to want more. Don't get me wrong, if you guys want a sequel, I'll write it. You have to let me know that you want a sequel, otherwise I won't write it.
* Anyway, that's about it. Updates are coming, just after the updating of all the chapters is finished. There is no sequel planned anymore, unless you guys really want it. So, if you want a sequel, let me know and I will gladly write it! I'm going to go though, so have a fantastic day and bye!
