White as Snow

by yami521

8 students of Class Black are hired, more like forced to protect Haru, and are forced to under go a special type of training, which the Chairperson has chosen to call Class White. Post season 1. Rated for: Graphic Violence, Drug and Alcohol use and reference, Graphic Language, Blood and Gore, Sexual Themes, as well as other Graphic and mature content. Don't like? Then don't read.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Hello readers! I'll be honest. When I watched the show, I loved it, and I died when I found out there wasn't a second season. So here I am now. Thinking up what I think should be like a second season, or at least something to follow the lines of this story. I know the chapter is pretty short, but I'm working on fixing that issue. I'll be trying to write much longer chapters than I have been. So until then, enjoy!

Chapter 1: An Offer.

Unknown P.O.V.

I sighed as I wiped the blood from my hand, as well as the blade attached to the metallic arm band of my right limb.

I looked around at the mess that has become of the apartment belonging to my target.

The kill itself wouldn't have been so messy if he would have just given in and let me kill him. Not to mention he fought back.

'He didn't have to stab me though.' I thought as I removed the kitchen knife from my left shoulder and putting it into a bag to get rid of later. "Tch…. Bastard."

"Knock, knock." I heard a familiar voice say playfully. I turned to see a young man with icy blue hair and eyes to match. "Cleaning Service."

"It's about time, Ryan. Now I can get the hell out of here." I said plainly, keeping a stolid expression, to the American.

"What's the rush? You got a hot date?" He asked with a smirk.

"No. So you might as well drop the subject." I replied.

"Aww. But I wanna—"

"I said drop it! Now get to work." I growled impatiently.

"Fine. Fine. Leave it to me boss!" Ryan exclaimed, saluting.

"Listen, I'll be taking on a fairly long mission, so unless you're going to die, I suggest you don't call me." I said, leaving.

I had a lot to think about.

(Flashback)

I walked out of the bath room, clad in a robe with a towel around my neck, just in time to hear my phone ring.

The first thing I did was check who would be calling at this time of night.

An Unknown number.

A possible client perhaps? More than likely, so I answered. Little did I know, however, that it would be an offer of a life time.

A/N: Alright, Chapter 1 is done. I'd really love to hear some feedback from you guys. What could the offer be? Who could be on the other end of the line? Find out next time! Remember: Feedback, and if you like what you've read then spread the word to others! See you guy's later!

Next time: Chapter 2: A Trash-like Smell