It was like a regular day for Nagisa until his phone vibrated and rang.
" Hello, Lovro."
" A secret top level assassination has been requested by a Japanese government agent, and he has picked you..."
" Go, on. I'm listening."
" Your mission is–"
The phone call finished within ten minutes. The Blue Cobra let out a delighted sigh and a small chuckle.
Another assassination.
No, he did not kill for the paycheck he'd be receiving. It was mostly for sport and the exhilarating thrill of the murder.
The blunette loved blood and the silent whoosh of his weapon. Whether it was a deadly bullet or a quick slash of the knife, he always demolished his target and succeeded his mission.
And he had to thank Takoka-San for being his first target on the job. After all, his efforts taught him bloodlust.
There was no doubt he would except this mission. It seemed so simple. The mission, however, would probably make him regret it on his dying day. The man he was about to assassinate was one of his former classmates.
The Blue Cobra shot a dart at his wall. On the wall were many forgotten pictures, each one more painful to look at than the next. The sky blue dart landed on a picture of a red haired teenage boy with mischievous golden eyes.
" Karma-kun, your time has just became limited."
He hated his ex-best friend.
After all, why wouldn't you hate your friend when they abandoned you in the best moment in your life? Nagisa, the person who had killed their beloved target in middle school. They had seemed so scared, so vulnerable when he had stuck a knife through his tie, and ultimately into his heart.
The Blue Cobra remembered the pleasure of getting the slime and human blood on his hands.
The liquid stained them a beautiful crimson red.
His 3-E classmates had gasped, with joyful tears leaking in their eyes as their all powerful sensei crumbled down onto the ground. He remembered Karasuma and Irina's looks, amazed and surprised. It was then when he realized all except one was happy. It was his dearest friend, Karma. In fact, he had looked at him with the worst emotions one could look at another.
Disgust.
Horror.
Disappointment.
Worry.
But the most of all, sadness.
His classmates had celebrated, each one joyful yet, on the inside, every one of them was sad and shocked. Karma had ran away.
And because of that, his best friend left him for what he thought, forever.
He was able to use the ten billion yen to save his father.
Nagisa's mother, who had once tried to cross-dress him, had been shocked yet joyful when she learned that he had killed the monster. Nagisa felt the misery settle in slightly a few days after. He knew that it was because of Koro-sensei that everyone in his class was now successful and infamous.
It was because of Koro-sensei that Karasuma and Irina was brought together.
It was because Koro-sensei that Nagisa became the Blue Cobra.
He was thankful for his friends for the first month. They even helped Lovro and his teachers into training him into an assassin. But, however, he had to cut off all ties with his friends and family because he was a pro assassin now.
Not even his friends nor family could distract him from being professional.
So, he had staged his death in order to pretend he was dead. It was heartbreaking, yes, but the worst part that no one in the class tried to find him again. Nagisa's body was missing, but no one ever questioned or went to find him.
Not even Karma.
With these thoughts swimming in his head, he packed for the trip. Tomorrow, Nagisa was going to be boarding the plane to go from Russia to Tokyo.
Another thought ran through his head.
' Thank you, Koro-sensei, for making me who I am today.'
" Take this."
He slid 100,000 yen toward the luggage checker. The man accepted it graciously and let Nagisa through even without asking him why. Nagisa's strong and heavily trained legs carried him into the airport, and onto the plane.
The Blue Cobra never wore a wig. In fact, disguises were never worn by him. Nagisa didn't care if anyone knew who he was, because his childhood was dead. No one would question him. Everyone only knew him by his alias, ' Blue Cobra.' No other name was ever given to him.
A man sat in a seat right next to him.
" Yo."
Nagisa whipped his head sideways at the sound of the voice.
A million thoughts ran through his head but the name 'Tersaka' was evident in his mind.
" A-ah, hello."
His disguise was perfect. A stammering and nervous little boy like he had been a few years back.
However, Nagisa saw the fleeting flash of recognition in the man's eyes.
" I know you— I've only met one person in my entire life with hair and eyes like yours."
" A-Ano, t-that's impossible."
Tersaka regarded him suspiciously, " His name was Nagisa."
By now, the Blue Cobra was actually flustered. The feigned nervousness had been replaced by the real feeling. All of his previous training left him and his mouth went slack.
" Well, there's only one way to prove it..."
Tersaka took his phone out and dialed Nagisa's private number.
The Blue Cobra switched the ringer off swiftly on his phone.
Nothing happened, and Nagisa let out the breath he was holding.
" Eh, I'm being paranoid," Tersaka shrugged, " He's dead anyways. There's no way a man would keep a number for that long. Sorry."
Nagisa slid down his chair in relief, " U-Uh yeah..."