It felt like the thousandth time that Izumi had told him not to cry.

"Lets see what wearing the suit in your condition will help."

oOo

"Four days? That's four multiplied by twenty four that's, uh. That's ninety six hours."

"Good." Izumi was sitting over the covers of his bed doing some homework. He had been telling Nishi to rest mostly but everyone in awhile he would ask him an assortment of questions to test if his memory and... math skills? The whole thing seemed pretty pointless to Nishi. He had been feeling extremely light headed all the time. He was in agonizing crippling pain almost all the time. He was pretty sure the only reason he hadn't died was one, strong pain killers that nearly knocked him unconscious and two, somehow wearing the suit kept him from feeling like he was going to die. In the suit he felt like he might actually make it. He just hoped that what Izumi had said about being 'repaired' had been true.

"You have been in bed for ninety six hours, how many minutes have you been in bed?"

"I'm not even sure if I could do that without paper normally."

"I can give you paper if you need it."

"Izumi I just want the medicine and to go back to sleep."

"You have been in bed for ninety six hours, how many minutes have you been in bed? His voice was like that of a cold robots.

Nishi sat there bitter in silence calculating the numbers by breaking them down to something his broken mind could add together. Ninety times sixty equals five thousand four hundred. Six times sixty equals three hundred and sixty. Then add them together and,

"Five thousand seven hundred and sixty."

"Yeah, sounds right." Izumi said.

"Sounds?" He squealed his eyes widening.

"Calm down, you need to keep your pulse calmer, probably." The high school student began to laugh.

"Probably? Izumi, I need a real doctor!" His voice croaked.

"Do you remember why we can't do that?"

"Yeah, because I'll have to leave and we won't be able to hangout anymore."

"Uh, no." Izumi started to laugh.

"It's because I will get arrested for kidnapping a child."

"Oh." Nishi have a vacant look that contained a pintch of humiliation as Izumi began to laugh.

"Yeah."

"Unless you die again nothings going to keep you from seeing me again, we will just get summoned back to the room."

Nishi slumped further down into the sheets of the bed. Hearing Izumi calling, "Hey, I'm not done with you!" from behind him.

Nishi made a noise of recognition.

"Okay, how many arms did the alien have?"

"Um, four."

"Hey Izumi, are all the aliens like those things?"

"No they're usually completely different."

"Oh, okay."

"Whats my favorite color?"

"I'm going to guess white."

"Nope, red." Izumi replied. Nishi scoffed frowning.

"That's not a real memory test. Why should I care what your favorite color is that's moronic and-"

"What did I serve you the first morning you stayed here?" Izumi asked. "Ash." Nishi said plainly. He was glad his back was turned so Izumi couldn't see him smiling.

"That's not even funny." Izumi said mocking an insulted tone. He opened another large textbook and began flipping through the pages.

"How did you die?" Izumi asked, he seemed to be trying to keep the tone of the other questions like he could actually get Nishi to answer that by accident.

"No."

"No?" Izumi set down his pen on his notebook.

"What do you mean, No? You don't remember or you're not telling me?" The older man's tone was full of vexation as he glared at the boy who responded with a groan into his pillow.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why? Whats the big deal?"

Nishi stayed silent.

"I'll tell you how I died." Izumi closed his textbook throwing it into his bag.

"One night, I-"

"I'm not telling you how I died." his voice was empty. A silence filled the room as he could feel Izumi's temper rise. A horrible chill shivered up his spine rising every hair on his body and making him shudder.

"Izumi, just let me sleep." His voice dropped to a whisper as he started to shiver.

"No, you have had enough sleep. Did you feel that?" Izumi sprang up from the bed and grabbed his suit off the nightstand.

"Feel what?" Nishi asked straining to turn around. He watched the man feverishly unbutton his school shirt.

"That chill." Izumi stripped off his pants and boxers leaving Nishi with a few awkward seconds of awe at the older boys body. Suddenly not feeling too sick.

"Yeah." Izumi started to squeeze into the Gantz suit and Nishi's face lite up immediately with understanding."We're going back!" He gasped he could feel himself shaking in excitement.

oOo

Once Izumi had suited up he picked up the large gun that had sat in the corner since the night Nishi came here. He picked it up admiring the gun slowly then turned his gaze back to the middle school boy. He had an odd quirky look on his face that Nishi couldn't understand. He felt a slight tingling at the top of his head and suddenly he could see the room once more with the black ball sitting proudly in front of him. The rat faced Jirou and the loudmouthed Yasushi Konno.

Yasushi was already suited up with his large gun. Jirou on the other hand was wearing a cheap business suit and had only his Gantz suit tucked behind his arm.

"God dammit, looks like I'll be going standard issue tonight." Jirou laughed. He appeared to be sober tonight.

Nishi turned his head as he heard an odd buzzing from his left. A women was getting materialized piece by piece he watched carefully at the process until it was finished. She was a middle aged woman with short styled hair black hair that was quite dulled in it's texture. Her face was somber and tears started to fall from her cheek the second she came alive again.

In front of the Gantz ball a smaller child was being transported. It was a little boy of perhaps six years. He was wearing torn up soiled clothes. He to started to cry for his mother as soon as the manifestation had completed.

By the window yet another came a teenage girl a little older then him, she was dressed in her pink pajamas and her hair in knots, she looked around confused and panicked and slide down the wall holding herself.

Jirou reappeared dressed now in his suit and he walked back to the ball to chat with Yasushi leaving the new arrivals to cry out in confusion. Nishi's fist clenched.

It's time again.

A/N

God damn, I hated this chapter so bad and it took me forever. I know it needed to be done but there is like no action in it it's mostly just sitting around and crying. Well next time the game will be relationship altering and action so I'll feel a little more confident about that one. It's humbling how much I suck it really is.

I like moved three times. The next update shouldn't take so long. Lets hope. My life is a crazy circus. o.O

Author's Note: Hey guys! Here's chapter three probably my favorite so far just because it introduced the gag worthy fetishes of a psychopath.

Warning: This chapter in particular is extremely graphic. I'm serious, we got so mush gore-ish-ness and detailed stuff going on here, and it's being presented as fetish fuel to the fantasy of an underage boy. So if that kind of thing bothers you, it's not my problem AND you probably should be watching or reading Gantz in the first place.

Chapter: 3

In the small place that Gantz had chosen as it's home it had now summoned new players to it's dangerous game of death against heinous creatures from around the stars. Now the new players of this game cried out in babbling confusion. They requested information that they could or would ever believe. The middle aged women was the first to attempt to get information. "What's going on here?" She cried out. She seemed to have chosen Jirou and Yasushi as looking the most informed. Yasushi started to laugh at her and Jirou just shook his head. "Please tell me please!" Jirou started to laugh as well. "Lady, you don't even want to know."

The little boy had now wandered over to the teenage girl. "Do you k-know where my mama is?" She looked up from her knee's to look at him. "No." She said softly. She stared at the small boy for a moment got up looking to Nishi and Izumi. "What's going on, are we dead?" She asked. Izumi looked over to her slowly. "I don't know."

Nishi cocked an eyebrow. "Why don't we just tell them Izumi" He whispered. "They're piteous miserable little people, they won't believe you, and they'll die right away. It's really not worth the effort unless they survive a round." Nishi looked up at Izumi who had a hard expressionless face. "You told me." He muttered. "I know, don't make me regret it." He said sternly. Nishi frowned. The teenage girl had wrapped her arms around the little boy trying her best to console him. "Shh, it's okay, I'm scared too."

Oh its the beginning of a brand new day, a day filled with hope!

So open your heart and be happy as you look up at the big blue sky!

Hear the voice on the radio, fill your lungs and don't despair!

The time you've been waiting for has finally come!

Lets EX-ER-CISE!

It was odd, Nishi remembered the song form the first time but that all seemed so foggy to him now. Just a big blur that seemed obscured by primal instinct to keep him alive. The ball opened itself up again reveling its weaponry to the players. "What is this? Guns?" The middle aged woman asked peering inside the ball. "Urg! there's a man!" Jirou jumped forward grabbing a couple of smaller shooters. "T-There's a man sir do you see him in the ball?" The teenage girl stayed by the six year old boy holding him close as he kept crying she was looking at all the men in the room with suspicion. Nishi stepped up to the ball grabbing another small shooter and a radar.

"Hey!" The woman screamed. "What's going on, I know you know something!" She seemed to shake in fear for her life, like she new something bad was afoot. Or maybe she was at unease by her death or the young boys crying. Izumi sure seemed to be. He stood straight and tensed clenching his fist. He truly hated crying. "Hey Izumi?" Nishi asked walking back up to the man. He couldn't take his eyes off the guns metallic trigger but he quickly shook it off and looked back up at the man. "Why do you hate crying so much?" The boy asked. "Crying is just self pity." His eyes were dim with a tarnished emotion Nishi couldn't understand. You're just showing everyone how weak and selfish you are." He looked quite angry, twitching at another loud wail from the child. "Haven't I ever told you that?" His expression softened and he began stretching his shoulders up.

The young boys crying calmed a little in between hiccups and stiff breathing he was completely red in the face like a tomato, his eyes were swollen and red. "M-My name is Toshio w-what is your n-name?" His sentence was filled with stuttering and it looked as if he might start to cry again at any moment. Izumi suddenly seemed much happier and relaxed. A slight smile grazing his face. It defiantly wasn't for the boys welfare. The teenage girl smiled gently at him. "My name's Asami."

Yasushi and Jirou made there way over to Izumi and Nishi. "Hey boys!" Yasushi boomed smiling at them both. "Hey guys." Izumi greeted.

Jirou left Yasushi's shadow and slithered his way next to Nishi quickly. "How you been boy?" He said smiling he raised a hand and began petting down Nishi's sleep tossed hair. Nishi stood still for a few moments staring at his face with the most serious look, he badly wanted to ask Jirou one question. "What's wrong kid?" He asked moving his hand away. Nishi's face was blank.

"Are you a pedophile?" He asked. Izumi and Yasushi started to laugh. Jirou just frowned turning red and retreated back behind Yasushi. "Gantz lets get this show on the road already!" Gantz seemed to acknowledge Jirou's yelling with a loud binging noise. A picture appeared on the surface of the ball.