PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE!

Well hello there new fandom! This is the first time I've written for Assassination Classroom, since I just wrote for Undertale before. I love the anime and this has been playing on my mind for ages. 3 things before we start:

1. Honorifics. This AU was made without the use of them, except in three cases: Describing someone of importance - eg, Karasuma, when -sensei would be used. The second is in love, when a close couple use -chan/-san or -kun to describe each other. The third case is in mocking, when -san/-tan or -kun would be used. These aren't often though.

2. This is the first of TWO planned arcs. I will only write the second if I get enough support, but lets be honest - this arc has 40 odd chapters. That's going to be a while.

3. SHIPS (skip this point if you don't really want to know the ships). This has A LOT of ships. I'll outline the main ones here, and if you don't like them/anything else, don't read. Simples.
Ships: KarmaXNagisa, KarmaXNakamura, NagisaXKayano, KarmaXAsano, ChibaXHayami, SuginoXKanzaki, KarasumaXIrina, KataokaXYada
I won't say which ones are bigger than the other just yet.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

The castle was quiet. Birds sang their merry songs in the trees, and the sun filtered through the green leaves. The April air was fresh, and a cool breeze swept through the open window. It swirled around the hexagonal room, making the white curtains blow freely in the wind. This room was home to a large, four-poster bed, with many antique white chests and wardrobes. A golden balcony lay off the door, covered by white veils. Faint pink vines twisted themselves around the metal of the balcony frame – reminders left by the past Queen. Sure enough, this room was home to Prince Nagisa Shiota, the single heir to the throne of Nirvana.

Nirvana was the kingdom of the Angels. After they were victorious in the War of Many Years, they stayed here, whilst they banished the 'evil' Reapers to their outlands, which is now known as Inferno. The angels only won because of their methods of dodging and peacefulness, as well as an advantage that the first Queen gave them. Reapers are much more known for their combat skills – and they permit it more, as well. Reapers always have wings of a raven colour, with a sharp, deadly talon on the end, tinted with a colour. Angels' wings were smaller, and covered in downy feathers. All were tinted. That was all that marked the difference between good and evil in this world.
A few years ago, the Reapers challenged the Angels for rights to Nirvana. Once again, they lost. However, the King fell in the battle, and the Queen fled, and has not been seen since by anyone but the Prince and the other royals.

This was 13 years ago.

Now, 15 year old Nagisa lived as a sole heir, under the care of those who stepped in for the royals' absence – Lord Karasuma and Lady Jelavić. The two were young when they took the throne – only because they – more specifically, Karasuma – were the royal family's chief advisors. They had ruled the kingdom well, and only had 6 years left until Nagisa could take over.

He didn't feel ready for that.

The said angel sighed as he closed one of his drawers, leaning against it slightly. The small angel was only 5' 2", and was lighter than any of his friends. His shoulder length blue hair was tied up in two pigtails, and his eyes, slightly darker than the sky-blue hair on his head, shone with youth. His mini, feminine figure seemed to barely support the two pale blue angel wings lofted upon his back. Nagisa stood, looking towards his closed door. Yawning, he sighed, turning towards his balcony. He knew his bodyguard would be patiently waiting beside his door. Of course, he had to have one, didn't he? Nagisa shook his head, opening the glass doors to his golden balcony.

He was immediately hit with a blast of fresh air, and the teen smiled. He liked being free – he always met up with his friends in the woods so he wouldn't be recognised. They didn't mind. Nagisa looked down, his gaze drifting across the tranquil skyline of Kunugigaoka City. He hadn't seen it peaceful in a while; for as long as he could remember, the city had always been attacked by the grey-winged fiends. This sight made him happy. Grinning, after a slight moment of hesitation, the teen climbed over the cold railing and let himself go into freefall. He loved this – the peace and carelessness of doing nothing at all. After a few precious seconds, Nagisa spread his wings and soared up, as graceful as the young bird flying through the skies.

Immediately, the teen swerved away from the castle, gliding over the waking Kunugigaoka city. He let the wind guide him, watching the towers turn to small houses and then into glistening trees. Tilting, Nagisa started heading on the familiar route to his friends hideout which he knew so well.
"Nagisa!" Nagisa looked behind him over his wings to see his friend, Kaede Kayano, catching up. Her smaller, pale green wings were beating to catch up with the competent flier in front. Smiling, Nagisa slowed his speed allowing the smaller angel to catch up with him.
"So, how's life treating you?" Kayano slowed to a casual glide alongside the Prince, slightly under him so their wings didn't collide.
"Okay, if I'm honest," Nagisa began, "I can't get out anywhere though!"
"But that's just Karasuma-sensei and Irina-sensei protecting you, right?" Kayano questioned.
"I hope so."
"Hope so?"
"Yeah, I can't do anything at all."
"I'm sure they're just worried!" Kayano chirruped in her sing-song voice. Nagisa laughed. Kayano always had a way to cheer him up.

The two angels tucked their feathery wings in and dived down into a small cave surrounded by some willow trees. Kunugiaoka was a smudge of colour in the distance, and the scent of flowers was overpowering here. In the opposite direction to Kunugigaoka was a tower from the edge of a nearby village. Spreading their wings just before the floor, the two teens landed lightly onto the grass, which sprung up and curved around their feet.
"I always love flying to here!" Kayano giggled. Nagisa turned to look at his friend. Kayano was a small angel of only 4' 9". Her green hair was always put up in two pigtails in the shape of cat ears – it was her who gave the idea of Nagisa to wear his hair in pigtails also. Her hazel eyes shone and her unusually flat chest helped maintain the look that she was younger than she was. In fact, she was 15, just like Nagisa.
"Yeah." Nagisa nodded. He turned to the cave. It was near to a river always quietly gurgling, lighting the cave in a serene, blue, rippling light. Kayano pushed past Nagisa and skipped inside. The prince followed, deep in thought.

"It looks like we're the first ones here!" Kayano exclaimed, sitting by the small gap at the edge of the cave, which the river ran through. Nagisa walked to the other end of the cave, sitting on the smooth stones. The stones were always lukewarm for a reason Nagisa didn't know. The cavern, large as it was, wasn't warm itself. The small entrance and no hole in the cavern roof meant that other angels would be unlikely to find it. That was important, considering who he was and who he met with. Kayano wasn't bad – she was the daughter of the Head of the Royal Guard. However, some of the other company Nagisa kept…

Let's just say Lord Karasuma would not be impressed.

"Hey! Kayano! Nagisa!" Two others angels had landed by the entrance, blocking out the light and bathing the cave purely in blue. This only lasted for a second before they walked in, and the cave once again was lit up.
"Hey, Isogai! Maehara!" Nagisa waved to them and the two angels walked over happily. Kayano hadn't moved still looking at the water.

Yuma Isogai had spiked brown hair which contrasted pleasantly with his gold eyes and the tinted purple angels along his back. He was the most kind-hearted angel Nagisa knew, and his modest nature always meant he put others before himself. Isogais best friend Hiroto Maehara was also a looker. His orange-brown hair and eyes framed his face perfectly, and he towered just an inch taller than Isogai. Two honey coloured angel wings sat on his shoulder blades. Both kind-hearted angels would never hate anyone. However, life had not been kind to them.

Both angels were paupers – Maehara was an orphan who had stolen and worked to try to pull ends together. Isogai had a younger brother and sister, as well as a sick mother to provide for, as his father died when he was just 11. He was currently working, which was against Angel Law – since he was under 18, he should still be in school. However, the 15 year old had been pushed into it. Nagisa and Kayano hadn't said anything, although they should have done. To Nagisa, his two friends were a cruel reminder that not everything in Kunugigaoka and indeed in all Nirvana was picturesque. He sometimes didn't know how two such ill-treated boys were so selfless.

"Oh, Maehara, Isogai!" Kayano had looked over and finally noticed them, fluttering over to join them.
"You alright Kayano-san?" Isogai teased, smiling.
"I'm good!" Kayano hummed.
"Is Sugino joining us today?" Maehara asked. Kayano replied with a hyper nod.
"Finally!" Isogai exclaimed.
"Yeah – he never comes here since he started with Wing-ball!" Maehara laughed.
"At least he's good at it." Nagisa shrugged, feeling as if he had to add to the conversation. Maehara and Kayano nodded in agreement.
"We just don't see him much now." Isogai sighed.
"At least he got time to come today!" Kayano laughed, soaring into the air. Nagisa looked away to avoid the wave of air. Grinning, Maehara took to the air, chasing the lithe girl around. Kayano laughed, always dodging.
"Kayano's getting better at dodging, right?" Isogai commented. Nagisa nodded at the comment.
"She is – but she's never going to join the Guard. She's just too soft…" Nagisa responded quietly.
"Yeah – you know, she doesn't share any of her father's looks at all."
"Or her mothers."
"One of many mysteries surrounding her… like where the heck is her cleavage?"
"I HEARD THAT ISOGAI!" Kayano's call above them made both Nagisa and Isogai burst out laughing. Surprised at Kayano stopping, Maehara sped to a stop and collided with her as both fell to the ground – straight onto a fifth angel who just appeared in the entrance.

Tomohito Sugino was in between Maehara's and Isogai's height. His sharp blue eyes pierced the darkness and his black hair was never groomed. The friendly angel lived and breathed Wing-ball; the sport that angels played, similar to what the geography books called 'baseball'. The only difference is, Wing-ball was always played with angels who were good on the wing, and Sugino was no exception. It was as if his purple-tinted wings thought for him. Coincidentally, his wings were the exact same shade as Isogai's. Sugino was always busy usually as he was playing in a minor league, which he was the best player in. It seemed like he finally got time.

"Hey, Kayano, Maehara, you made a pancake of Sugino!" Isogai laughed, flying over. Nagisa followed, not wanting to be left on his own. Kayano rolled off the pile of 15 year olds, but Maehara's wing was twisted with Sugino's.
"Get off me!" Sugino yelled.
"No, you get off me!" Maehara retorted. Isogai was dying of laughter, and Kayano, walking over to the chuckling Nagisa, couldn't help laughing.
"Hold on, hold on!" Sugino kicked Maehara to stop him wiggling, before successfully unlocking their wings. Maehara immediately shot off.
"Sugino and Maehara sitting in a tree, K – I – S – OW GET OFF ME!" Kayano's chant was cut off by Sugino grabbing her and flying into the air.
"Kayano!" Nagisa called to her, trying to hold back his laughter, but to no avail.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, don't hurt me!" Kayano's laughter was punctuated with cries. Hearing, Sugino placed the green angel down, rolling his eyes before landing and turning to the bluenette.
"Long time no see, Nagisa!" He exclaimed, bringing Nagisa into a friendly hug. Nagisa – who wouldn't admit the hug was smothering him – hugged back.
"You too, Sugino! We have a lot to catch up on."
"Indeed!" Sugino exclaimed. He climbed onto one of the smooth rocks, as Nagisa perched on his original one. Isogai and Maehara collapsed to the floor in a chuckling heap, as Kayano sat precariously on the edge of another rock.
"Well," Nagisa smiled, "Let the catch-up begin!"

On the other side of the valley, the leafy green trees changed to sharper, coniferous trees with sharp pine needles littering the forest floor. The sky was darker here, with a cliff running up one side of the forest, its jagged rocks as sharp as teeth. Thunder crashed in the far distance as a cold wind swept over the woods. Small villages littered the landscape. This is Inferno.

The air was eerily still. No Reapers or Angels alike flew over the rising sky. Not even a breath of wind shook the leaves on the trees, or the fires that warmed the villages. It was Saturday. Might as well sleep in if you could.

Of course, not everyone chose to walk that path.

Like a sword slicing through flesh, a single reaper tore through the air. Her golden hair was flat against her black, her long, black wings riding the wind. Her eyes, almost closed against the wind, sat small in her pale face. Turning, she whirled in a large circle, a hunter looking for prey. Clasped in her right hand was a double edged sword. Its iron blades glinted cruelly in the harsh sunlight. That sword, managed to make what would otherwise appear an innocent girl, a weapon of war. The girl cruised around, taking in the feral wilderness below her. With another flap of her wings, the teen powered over the landscape, smiling. Her eyes darted above her, watching for something. Turning once again, she looked down at the animals roaming below, and she smiled.

She didn't notice the shadow until it was too late.

A whoosh of air told the reaper to dive to the side and another, larger reaper lunged beside her. This one was carrying two long knives. The sunlight reflected off his blood-red hair, and as he lunged, he smiled a sadistic smile. The girl swerved up, her knee-length skirt rippling as the knife skimmed her wing, shaving the tops off some of her particularly long feathers. Scowling, the girl's right arm raised, twisting the double-bladed weapon in her nimble fingers. However, the slender male reaper had pulled away, wielding both knives menacingly. This was what the girl had been waiting for. She tucked her wings into a dive and headed towards the redhead. He swerved away lunging up. The girl pulled off to the side, fully extending her wings to block out the sun. She stabbed one edge of the sword forward with a swift motion, which the boy easily avoided. The teen carried on hovering above him, spinning her blade and attacking from the other side, finding it parried away.

Deciding she had toyed with him enough, the golden haired female drew her wings away, once again letting the harsh sun hit the boy. He recoiled, temporarily blinded. Using this to her advantage, the female tucked her wings in and dived, digging her blade into the hilt of his right knife, whisking it out of his hand. Spinning the blade around, she went to do it to the left – all part of a rehearsed and carefully planned act – before she found herself stopped in midair. She flapped her wings desperately to regain balance as she saw what had stopped her. The male had extended his free hand and caught her blade as she was too distracted. After a moment's pause, the boy easily twisted the blades from her grasp before dropping it. Backing away, the girl was just about to admit defeat before the boy punched her in the jaw.

Reeling, the reaper was thrown back before she dived to the ground, landing neatly on her feet. Once she landed, she fell to her knees before her weapon, rubbing her injured jaw with her hand. The male reaper landed just in front of her, sweeping down to pick up his knife. The girl glared up at him.
"Well, looks like I win this one." He smirked as the girl scowled, picking up her sword before getting to her feet.
"We agreed to not fight dirty, Akabane!" She retorted.
"But, my dear Nakamura," The redhead boy, Karma Akabane, replied in a calm voice, "when you are up against an enemy, you must use any tactics to win the fight."
"We agreed!" Rio Nakamura, the blonde hair girl, insisted, "Do promises not mean anything to you, Karma?"
"We agreed – not promised." Nakamura had to admit, he had her on that one.

The two reapers had been childhood friends, and they both had similar personalities – both were pranksters and loved teasing others. Both, Nakamura especially, had dirty minds, and both, Karma especially, had a sadistic personality under their smiles. Karma was one of the rare reapers who preferred to use his first name – often, unless you were with family, last names were used. He could only really think of one other who did this; the Angel Prince, Nagisa. However, they were nothing alike. Karma donned a tall height and eyes the colour of shining mercury, whilst the Prince had colours every shade of blue. They were a complete different species! Karma had the much more intimidating pair of black wings upon his back, complete with a talon tinged red.

"Hey, Karma?" Karma was brought back to reality from his daydream but Nakamura waving a hand in front of his face. Nakamura was shorter than Karma, and her golden hair fell far down her back. Her eyes were smaller, giving her the focused look. However, Karma couldn't deny – she was sexy. Too bad that they were childhood friends – going further would make things awkward.
"Sorry, I was away." Karma grinned and Nakamura laughed.
"Hey, where did Hayami and Chiba get to?" Nakamura asked. Karma shrugged in reply. The two snipers were amazing with their bows and arrows, and they were supposed to be teaching Karma and Nakamura some skills. In return, they would get some close combat action. Karma smiled, remembering the boyfriend and girlfriend couple they had found just two months earlier. They had found each other on accident, and although some considered them 'friends', there was always a polite distance between the two pairs.
"It wouldn't surprise me if they got lost." Karma added. Nakamura nodded,
"Hey, wasn't Chiba planning to apply for the Reaper Guard when he turns 16 in May?"
"Yeah, he was – I was going to ask – your birthday is August. Will you apply?" Karma replied.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"I mean, if Chiba gets in then sure. But I'm not sure it's for me – I'm more on the civil side."
"You? Civil?"
"Yep."
"Nope."
"Yep."
"I can't imagine you there." Nakamura laughed.
"I can imagine myself there; now someone like you I definitely cannot." Nakamura playfully punched Karma in the arm who smirked.
"I definitely would beat anyone up!" Karma exclaimed.
"Indeed you will." That female voice was definitely not Nakamura. Before they could react, two arrows passed through the space between Nakamura and Karma, barely missing them. Karma knew the miss was on purpose. He also knew who was there.
"Mornin' Chiba. Morning Hayami."

The two bow-and-arrow snipers emerged from the woods, holding their prized weapons in front of them. Hayami's hair was pulled into her pigtails once again, matching the colour of her talons perfectly. Chiba's copper talons were different, not matching the black bangs swept across his intense eyes. Both reapers straightened their wings behind them so they could pass through the trees before regarding the close-range combatters with their lofty gaze. The hairs on the back of Karma's neck rose. He only once got this eerie feeling before – when he was intruding in Nirvana, and something poked him in the back. He still didn't know what it was to this day – but he pretty sure it wasn't the snake which it first felt.
"What, you're no better than us." Karma voiced. Nakamura recoiled.
"Stop saying what I'm thinking!" The redhead grinned at his companions words. Hayami smiled slightly.
"Good to see you two." She bowed her head slightly. Chiba beside her remained still.
"We still on for our deal?" Nakamura asked. Hayami nodded.
"I'll go with Karma – Nakamura can go with Chiba. Is that alright?" Nakamura and Karma nodded.
"Don't get any ideas." Chiba cast a glance at Karma, who raised his hands in a mock surrender.
"Why would I? I mean, she's your girlfriend."
"Yeah, and we could do the same to you." Hayami coldly suggested.
"We aren't dating!" Karma exclaimed.
"We don't go out!" Nakamura yelled at almost the exact same time. A faint smile cracked on Chibas face at the couples denial.
"Well, let's go!" Hayami took to the wing, her beats steady. Karma rose up after her. The air ruffled his blood hair as he looked down at his friend. Rio gave a small wave as Karma flew off following Hayami.
"… You aren't very good at hiding your emotions." Chiba's words caught Nakamura off guard.
"Huh?" The female looked at the strong sniper.
"I can see your love for him in your eyes. Maybe the others can't. I can." Chiba's words made Nakamura look down in shame. Was it really that obvious?
"Let's just get on with it." Nakamura muttered. Chiba dipped his head. Training had begun.