TITLE: THE FACILITY
SUMMARY: Koro-sensei is dead. The former students of class E are now the newest students at the Facility, a government run high school where the students were forced to learn to kill other assassins. When your lessons involve enduring torture, building immunities to poisons, and learning how to manipulate adults it can be almost unbearable... [Begins at an alternative ending to the show]
Rated T until it may need to be increased.
Chapter One
"The target is liquidated. The planet is safe. Your hard work over the past year has paid off. I imagine you'll find a few things difficult to swallow. Being under constant surveillance for example. Or the fact that you've all been slapped with a gag order. Naturally I'll do whatever I can to lessen the burden. My apologies in advance for the inconvenience," he bowed slightly to them. Respectfully.
"It's alright Mr. Karasuma. We'll be fine. No worries whatever settles this were on board. We can handle it," Hiroto answered.
"Seriously," Hinata assured him. "We don't want to complicate things for you."
"That said though," Kataoka got to her feet. "We do have one tiny request."
He had a feeling he already knew what she was going to ask. And he smiled after she said it, because he was right. "Kunugigaoka's graduation ceremony is this afternoon Sir. I think we've earned the right to be apart of it. Let us walk across the stage in honor of Koro-sensei's memory…"
"Sure," he nodded. "Yes of course. I'll handle things and make the necessary arrangements."
"E Class rise!" Isogai declared loudly, admittedly catching him by surprise.
"Mr. Karasuma, Professor Bitch," Isogai said bowing slightly with the class. "For everything you've taught us, we are eternally grateful."
"We are eternally grateful," the class repeated in unison.
Thinking back on that day he felt… Assassins aren't supposed to feel, but he had to admit that he had a small sense of nostalgia when reflecting upon those kids. It was actually kind of fun the days he had spent with them all. Training the students, dealing with Koro-sensei, putting up with Irina (who he was still putting up with by the way, mainly since she was living with him now).
It was a shit hand those kids were dealt though. They had to murder the teacher they had grown to respect and care about, and in the end the government ended up refusing to give those kids the bounty they had been promised, and they took credit for the kill claiming their laser was what had killed him.
But at least now, maybe their lives could be a little bit… Normal…
Even his was starting to get normal too. Currently he was meeting his… girlfriend for a date. When Irina entered, she turned every head in the room, as usual…
"Hi honey!" she exclaimed loudly as she headed over to their table. "Did you miss me!"
"I just saw you this morning their hasn't been enough time to miss you," Karasuma sighed.
She looked upset and took her seat rather harshly. "Well what the hell, I didn't miss you either then…" she snapped moodily.
"Oh honey, it's beautiful," said a soft voice from the booth nearest to them. It appeared as though the couple there were celebrating their anniversary, and he was holding out a rather beautiful pearl necklace.
"I'm glad you like it," her husband said. "But this isn't just from me… It was Yuma's suggestion."
His eyes shot in their direction at the name.
"Our boy does have great tastes, he's so very thoughtful…"
"Excuse me!" Irina snapped suddenly. "Your date is over here!"
"Hush," he whispered to her softly but urgently.
"Oh I see, do you fancy her or something? You want us to be a swinging couple is that it? Should I ask them to join us?"
"Shut up!" he snapped in his undertone. "I think they might be Isogai's parents."
"Oh…" without turning her head she moved her eyes in their direction.
"I do miss him…"
"I know… But it's only three years, and he writes us once a week. Cheer up, those years will fly by…"
"I know, but… He gave up going to the school he wanted just for us… I feel bad that he gave up his whole future just so…"
"What did he say to us before he left?"
Her frown deepened slightly.
"He said to take the money, enjoy it. Take care of yourself and give his brother and sister whatever they need, but also have fun. Remember? Besides, it's not like we're spending the money left and right. It's being saved, put away. Taking my new fiancé out to celebrate our engagement is one of those things that's worth spending a little extra… Isn't it?"
"I guess…"
"Isogai's mother has a new husband? That's… fast. I don't remember Isogai ever mentioning his mother was getting re-married," she whispered continuing to not look in their direction.
"That's what you picked up on!?" Karasuma scolded through gritted teeth so as not to by the neighboring tables.
"What?" she snapped.
"Hang on…" Karasuma got up setting down his napkin he walked over to the table. "Pardon the intrusion. But is your son Isogai Yuma?"
"Uh… yes," the woman answered looking slightly taken aback. "Do you know him?"
"Yes," he nodded. "I was his junior high professor."
"Oh, Mr. Karasuma," she said understanding hitting her. "I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to formally meet back then. My health wasn't the best at the time. But I'm improving. My name is Isogai Hana."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he answered politely.
"This is my fiancé Toyama Yutta."
He nodded respectfully to him the guy was well built, younger than her, and he looked…
"Darling, aren't you going to introduce me?" Irina exclaimed running up beside him and grabbing his arm happily.
"This is Jelavic Irina, she was also one of your son's teachers."
"Nice to meet you as well," Hana bowed slightly.
"It's normally not like me to come over like this, but I heard you discussing Isogai, and I was just wondering how he was doing…"
"Oh… Isogai no longer lives with me," she said softly, looking slightly ashamed as she did so. "But he's doing fine. He has gone to a boarding school."
"A boarding school? I don't him recall mentioning a boarding school when we discussed his plans for the future."
She frowned slightly, "Actually he… He hadn't intended to go there. But when people from the school offered him a large sum of money to attend, he agreed to change his school of choice. He writes me every week though and he seems happy so I can't complain. His happiness is all I've ever really wanted."
"It's all I want as well my love," Toyama said suddenly reaching across the table he took her hand. "I don't wish to be rude, but this is sort of a special dinner. Would you excuse us?"
"Uh… sure. We're sorry to have interrupted," he put a hand around Irina to steer her away.
"…"
"…"
They exchanged glances and left without having even ordered.
As soon as they were outside Irina looked up at him.
"Finally caught on?" he asked.
"Well sorry for being a little distracted by what was supposed to be a nice evening for us."
"It still will be a nice evening," he explained. "Wanna go do a B & E?"
"Breaking and entering!" she exclaimed. "Let me guess? Isogai's place?"
"Let's hope his siblings aren't home…"
It was their lucky day, the younger siblings they knew Isogai to have weren't at home it seemed and picking the lock as well as silencing the alarm was child's play.
"Are we looking for anything in particular?"
"Yeah, the letters Isogai wrote to his mother. I want to read them."
"Hhhhhhmmmm, if I were a mother… Where would I hide my boarding school child's letters to home?" Irina asked aloud frowning. "Oh I know… In the drawer by my night stand so I could read them whenever I start to miss him."
"Alright, you check there," Karasuma ordered and she hurried upstairs to complete it.
He searched a few drawers in the living room and Irina came hurrying down stairs shortly afterward. "Here they are! There are three."
"Three. One letter for every week he's been gone."
They each took one to read and read it silently to themselves.
"It is good," Irina said frowning down at the page.
"The handwriting is Isogai's. Same neat strokes," Karasuma frowned. "Just one problem…"
"The tone," Irina looked up at him. "This doesn't read like Isogai's work. If he had turn this in for an assignment I would say that he plagiarized the wording."
"Yeah, Isogai physically wrote this, but the words aren't his at all…" Karasuma agreed.
This was the sort of attention to detail that only teachers really noticed.
"What could it mean?"
"I don't know yet?" he said frowning. "Maybe one of his old classmates is in touch with him. We'll go first thing in the morning. Put these back."
He gave her back the paper and headed to the door so he could set it up as though no one had broken in. They left no trace behind them.
The next day, they called upon the Nakamura residence. Rio was the closest to them by drive time.
"Yes?" her Mother answered brightly.
"Hello ma'am, we were wondering if we could speak to your daughter," Karasuma asked politely.
"Oh I'm sorry. My daughter has gone off to a boarding school," she explained.
"Really? Which one?" Irina asked.
"Yanagisawa High, can you believe it. They said it's one of the top schools in the country. I know my little Rio slacked off a bit in junior high, but I'm so glad her most past and most recent grades were able to get her in."
"…" Karasuma frowned. He had never heard of that school… "So, that was her choice of high school?"
"Well no… She had planned somewhere else. But members of the school board show up and offered us so much money just for the honor of her presence they even gave me a free daily maid service so I don't have to concern myself with picking up. The silly girl didn't want to go. But I told her she'd be foolish to pass up such an opportunity. It took some fussing, but she finally agreed to go. She writes me once—"
"A week," Irina and Karasuma both chimed in unison.
"Why yes," she answered.
They moved on shortly after but student after student came up with the same results. School board members showed up at their home. Offered the parents an insane amount of money and a free daily maid service, and their kids were shipped off to a boarding school called Yanagisawa High… Every story was almost the same until they got to…
"DEAD!?" Irina gasped.
They had attempted to visit the family Itona was known to be staying with. But they were informed by a neighbor that he and his care givers had been mysteriously killed…
"Itona…" Irina exhaled feeling disheartened.
"Yeah, it's a darn shame. They moved the bodies out a few weeks ago, and they still haven't taken the crime scene tape down… I have a cousin who would like to move in. I hope they hurry and clean out the apartment. But from what I hear it was quite bloody in there. Nothing a new carpet and paint job wouldn't fix. Honestly, there is no reason for this not to be cleaned up yet…"
"Your sorrow is quite touching," Karasuma said glaring at him.
"Whatever, don't look down on me. Some people live, some people die. That's the way life goes," he snapped before heading back down the hall.
"Itona's dead…" Irina frowned.
"I don't think he is…" Karasuma assured her. "But I'll know for sure if… C'mon, we're going to visit every student."
They continued, hoping to find one student to speak to. But they merely ran into more of the same old… That was until…
"Horrible," said a frail old woman who was sitting on a bench across the street from the Akabane residence tears were streaming down her face. The home, had been burned to the ground. "Such a loss. The boy who lived in that house used to bring me flowers everyday, and he would cut the grass for me too since I'm too old to do so myself. Such a sweet boy. I just… I can't believe…"
"Are we really talking about Karma?" Irina asked frowning.
"Sweetest boy in the world you know, and to die so terribly. I just don't understand. Burning alive in a fire. Why does God let such horrible things happen to good people… And children no less…"
"We're sorry for your loss ma'am, we knew Karma as well. He was truly a kind and generous boy."
"Seriously! Are we talking about the same kid!" Irina snapped. By now, she too was certain that he and Itona were not dead. All of this was just way too big of a coincidence.
As they continued through the class list they found more students with the same stories as before. In total, Itona, Karma, Kayano, and Manami had the same stories. They and their families had perished in some manner or another. They arrived at the last student yet to be visited and pulled up outside Nagisa's family's apartment.
"Which story do you think he'll have?" Irina asked as she stared up at it.
"Dead most likely. As near as I can figure, whoever these people are their intent was to pay off the kid's parents to get them to go. The parents that couldn't be bribed were killed, and their kid was taken by force. Nagisa's family was just starting to come together, and I doubt they would have been willing to exploit their child especially not after agreeing to give their marriage another shot… Besides, his Mother was so possessive over him, I doubt she would have let him go to a boarding school."
They arrived at the apartment and knocked on the door. To their huge surprise, his Mother answered.
"Hello? Ah… Mr. Karasuma how are you?"
"Fine," he said covering his surprise well. He was so sure they would have found someone else in the home or no answer at all. "How are you?"
"Great," she answered. "Just great. Can I help you with anything?"
"May we speak with your son, Nagisa?"
"Sorry, he went to a boarding school," she said looking sad about that.
"Really?" he answered mocking surprise. "I don't remember him mentioning that when we discussed his future goals."
"Yes well, it was a last minute decision. But, he decided it would be best… and he left me…"
"…" Irina frowned looking up at Karasuma. He was usually right about these sorts of things.
"Would you mind if we came in and discussed this with you?…"
She shrugged turning around she let them in, she made some tea for them, and they began talking. It took a few minutes to get to a useful part of her story, but eventually…
"I told him it was the wrong path too you know. I said I didn't care about the money they offered. Now that I'm back with my husband we're doing fine financially. And I explained I didn't need the maid service either. I don't mind cleaning up. It gives me something to do now that I'm no longer working. He didn't want to go at first, but one of the school board members asked to speak with him privately. After they got done talking, he suddenly thought it was a good idea. He left that very day…"
"But he writes me. Every week," she said and she smiled.
"Well, if that's Nagisa's decision," Irina said loudly. "Anyway, the reason why we came over is that I gave Nagisa a momento box on the last day of term and well… Silly me. I'm pretty sure my engagement ring fell in that box before I gave it to him. Would you mind terribly if my fiancé and I just pop up stairs and see if it's in there?"
"Oh, sure, go right ahead," she answered. "I'll wash up your cups if you're done with them."
"We are thank you," Karasuma said. He and Irina headed upstairs. This wasn't the first time they had told a lie to ask to see one of their former students rooms. They were hoping to find any sort of clue. But this particular lie had Karasuma annoyed.
"We're not engaged you know…" Karasuma said frowning.
"No duh!" she snapped. "But we would be if you'd actually give me a ring!"
"Children first, delusions of grandeur second."
"Are you saying my wanting to marry you is a pipe dream?" she snapped.
"Sure is," he answered as he opened the door to Nagisa's room. A few things were strewn about as though he had packed in a hurry.
"Search for any clues, and be quick. His mother could come upstairs at any time," he explained.
"If he really left the same day, any clues would be out in the open," Irina explained and she started glancing around.
Karasuma noticed the laptop on his desk was on. He hit the touch pad and the screen opened. It showed a finished video with a notification bar stating: Do you want to save this file?
"He recorded something…" Karasuma frowned. "It was the last thing he did on this."
"Well copy it and let's go!" Irina exclaimed happily genuinely hoping this was their first real clue.
He took out a flash drive and saved the file to it before booting down the computer.
His mother came in just after he closed the screen.
"Did you find it?" she asked.
"No, how awful. I'll never find that ring…"
"I hope he didn't take the momento box with him. I'll tell you what, I'll write to him and ask if he did. And if the ring is there I'll have him mail it back to you."
"Oh that's so helpful!" Irina exclaimed smiling. "Actually I could just write him myself if you give me the address."
"I'm sorry, Nagisa went to a very elite school. For safety reasons, I had to sign a contract saying I wouldn't give their address out to anyone."
"Oh… well then doing it your way will be just fine," she said reaching in her bra she pulled out her card. "Here is my address. Thanks again."
With that the two of them left. The second they were back in the car Karasuma took out his computer and plugged the flash drive in.
While it was booting, Irina was crossing her fingers and repeating, "Please be a clue, please be a clue, please be a clue…"
Then the video started with Nagisa very close to the screen, but at his right, you could see a man in a suit near the door, and two others standing on either side like guards. "What are you doing he asked?"
"Shutting down my computer, it's not good to leave it on you know," He turned back to him. "Anyway, I don't know what script you have memorized, but I'm not going and I highly doubt you could say anything that would change my mind…"
"Yes, none of the other students were easy to convince," the man admitted grinning.
"Other students?"
"Yes, we are inviting all the students from class E. Your actions at the school have been reviewed, monitored, and your personal lives and skills were inspected. You are the perfect candidates for… our research."
"What sort of research?"
"The creation of perfect warriors of course. You were trained by top agents, molded by a test subject gone rogue, you faced and survived what even some of our top agents wouldn't have been able to. Wouldn't you like to feel it? The thrill of the hunt once again? The joy of the kill?"
"Our target was..." it seemed he couldn't breing himself to say it.
"Poor Nagisa..." Irina sighed frowning at the little of Nagisa's face they could see from the angle. He did look rather hurt though.
"Our mission is over. Our being assassins was a one time deal. It's no longer my goal…" Nagisa answered. Karasuma and Irina could see he was on high alert now.
"Your goal, means very little to us," the man answered.
"I'm not going," he explained once again.
"Alright then, let's cut the crap kid. The building is rigged with explosives. We will take you by force if necessary, and the papers will learn that every resident inside was crushed during the explosion. They will believe you are dead as well and no one will come looking for you. Or, you can leave with your head held high, and your family in a better financial position then they could ever dream. Not to mention every resident in the building won't have to be buried alive. So how about it?"
Nagisa was glaring at the three of them as though thinking.
"Don't even try whatever you're planning. We don't have the detonator. Our colleagues outside do. They can hear this whole conversation. If they think for a second you have pulled anything, they'll set it off. And all of us will die."
"Your colleagues would kill you as well?"
"Risks are apart of the job. So, will you come downstairs, tell your family you have changed your mind and leave quietly? Or is this going to have to get messy?"
"Fine, you win," Nagisa answered.
One of the men by the door walked over to Nagisa's closet, "I'll throw some things in a suitcase so you mother thinks you packed."
"…"
"Now then," the main guy spoke up once more. "Once we leave this room, I am going start whistling. If I stop for any reason, they will set the bombs off. Once we are in the elevator I'm going to chloroform you. If they see you leave the building conscious. They will also detonate it."
"Fine."
"They sure were covering their ass huh?" Karasuma pointed out frowning.
The man who was packing suddenly walked over to Nagisa's computer in an attempt to pick it up.
"Don't take that," Nagisa said stopping at the door to the room just before leaving. "I was using it to study but that computer is the family laptop. My Mother will need it later."
The man set it back down, and the main guy put two hands on Nagisa's shoulder walking out of the room he began to whistle a rather eerie sounding song. The second guy left with him, and the third guy continued to throw random things into the suitcase until he though it was sufficient to be enough to pass for having been packed. He left too and the computer remained on. They skipped quite a few minutes and after twenty, it turned off on it's own.
"The computer must have went into sleep mode after that so it automatically ended the video."
"I bet he had the screen turned off with the camera still going. That's how they didn't realize it was on," Irina frowned leaning back in he seat.
"The question now is who are they? And what exactly are they planning to do with those kids?" Karasuma frowned closing his laptop as he tried to wrack his brain.
They were assassins. Currently they were wards of the government attending school at a place they were simply calling the Facility, where like it or not... they were being prepped to kill.
The Facility was miles from the nearest town, but none of them were told exactly where. They were the former students of class E at Kunugigaoka. But they had graduated. However, instead of going to their respective high school choices, they were forced to come here.
So sitting miles away in a brightly lit room, the former class E was seated at desks. Each one had their feet shackled to a bolt in the floor below their chairs. With their hands on their desks, their heads aimed down they waited.
They were all wearing the same simple outfit. A lose fitting pair of pants with a pull string belt, a plain white tank top and a long sleeve button down. Some students choose to leave them unbuttoned others chose buttoned, and that was about the only difference in their outfits.
A man in a lab coat, their new teacher, was passing out two sheets of paper to each of them. One had a typed letter. The other was completely blank.
"You know the drill. Copy these letters to your parents precisely. Do not add or exclude any words. Include anything funny and you will face punishment."
The sound of pencil on paper began to fill the room.
"Those of you who are not writing letters home may continue your language studies. Read quietly or you will face punishment."
Nagisa and Karma were quite a few desks away from one another. Using their fingernails they were (very quietly) typing messages to one another in morse code. It was so quiet, and among the scraping of pencils hard at work no normal person would have been able to hear it. But then again, their new teacher was not a normal person...
He spun around holding out his hand and two of his fingers suddenly grew long wrapping around both their necks. Everyone in class turned toward the scene as the two struggled to breathe.
Nagisa gasped. It was awful here. He would have taken another year of E class over this place any day. Their mornings began with test missions where they learned new and honed previously learned skills. After that they spent hours in this classroom learning various subjects related to assassination. At night... was honestly the worst. That was when the experiments started, and the various scientists under the employ of the government injected them with medications said to hone their assassination skills as well as build up immunities to various poisons and drugs so they wouldn't be liabilities on the field. The current drug they were being forced to take was something meant to improve their memories. They were all told to learn and study a language, and they had to speak it fluently by the end of the month. It... wasn't going well needless to say.
Nagisa coughed.
"Kayano," The teacher said calmly.
"Yes Sir," she stood after being addressed, as they had been taught to do.
"Would you please tell the glass what Morse code is?"
"Uh..." she glanced at Nagisa as he gasped for breath. "It was created in the 1830s by Samuel Morse and made long distant communication much easier by using a machine called a telegraph."
"And, what is Morse Code not?"
"It is not to be used in class," she answered looking slightly panicked.
"Very good, you may be seated."
She sat down quickly and his fingers recoiled returning to normal looking hands. Both Nagisa and Karma were gasping.
Bastard nearly crushed my windpipe, Karma thought as he gasped glaring at the man.
Nagisa looked up at the their teacher, who was smiling a cold and cruel sort of smile. "No morse code in class, or you will face punishment..."
With that he sat down once again at his desk eyeing them all with that awful smile. But if given the choice, Nagisa preferred his smile to that of the guy in charge of their gym class... Yeah... Mr. Takaoka was back...
He looked back at Karma to see if he was alright, but he was currently shooting death glares at their teacher, yeah... He was fine. Pissed, but fine...
"Eyes forward Nagisa."
He turned back and began began writing the letter to his parents copying the one he had been given character by character.
I hope you guys enjoy. This is my first Assassination Classroom story. :)