Hey guys! Wow, it's been forever since I last wrote fan fiction! Ahaha I've been caught up in my own things, so forgive me...
Anyways, I recently have gotten into Assassination Classroom, so here goes nothing with the fanfic!
This is the prologue, so it's a bit short...
enjoy! And don't forget to review!
Pain. It tore at him, flooding through his veins. He felt as though he was being stabbed repeatedly. The pain was constant, and the boy was afraid that it would never leave. His head pobunded, screaming. Why couldn't he fall asleep? Why was he sentenced to this turmoil? Millions of questions flooded through the confused boy's head. Who, what, when, where, why? It was like another math equation gone wrong, and no help from Kuro-sensei would make it better.
After what felt like an eternity, the splitting pain faded into a dull throb, and he opened his eyes. He had no memories of previous events, and confusion was settling over him, even more than before. The boy was standing in a simple
room, the walls painted a light shade of gray, and a single couch was all that occupied it. He made his way over to the couch, reaching out a hand to touch it. Surprise flashed through him as he felt his hand grow cold, not touching the object. Instead his hand went straight through the couch.
The boy jumped back with a yelp, staring at his hand, afraid of what he'd see. To his relief, it was normal looking like always. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. The boy shook his head, looking into a small round mirror that was hanging on the wall. His light blue hair was tied up in twin pig tails, his blue eyes looking straight ahead. Nope. Nothing seemed to be wrong, so why was he unable to touch the couch?
He turned to view the room more clearly, looking around in search of clues. From the corner of his vision, he noticed a staircase and decided to head towards it. The stairs creaked as he climbed, and the bluenette gripped the railing with his hands. Unsure of what to expect, he searched the upper floor until he came across a small bedroom.
The bed was neatly made, white sheets folded and tucked in. A desk sat in the corner of the room, with books and notebooks stacked on top of each other in piles. The boy experimented, and tried to pick up a book titled, "A Midsummers Night Dream".
What an odd title. I wonder what it could be about?
Like with the couch, his hand passed right through the book, sending cold shivers down his spine. What is happening? Where am I? Why am I here? He sat down on the bed, head in his hands, until the question popped into his head. Probably the most important question of all.
Who am I?
The answer was close to his grasp, yet too far away. The boy couldn't latch onto a single memory. He had nothing to hold onto, no hints or clues to solve. With nothing else to explore, he sat down on the bed, amazed that he did not simply pass right through it. Oddly, the bed did not creak, as though no weight was being pressed onto it. The boy reached down to touch the sheets with his hand, but it passed through.
"What's going on?" He murmured out loud, as though someone could possibly hear him. There was no response after a few minutes, not that the blue haired boy had been expecting one anyways. With no idea what to do, he simply lied down and curled into a ball, allowing the dark world of sleep to take him.
As he drifted off, a single word floated into his head.
Nagisa.
"That's right. That's my name, isn't it?" The boy murmured half conscious before he fell asleep.