Heyo, my fellow potatoes! This is my first Assassination Classroom fanfiction, as you can see. :3 I'm quite new to this fandom, so feel free to correct me on any mistakes. XD Holy sh*t. This took long.

I don't own Assassination Classroom or any of its characters, but I do own my OCs that is not going to take the spotlight unlike a lot of fan fictions. XD

Nagisa

It was just supposed to be another day. At least, that was how it had started out.

Then, it had quickly turned into a mass panic as Hayami had been kidnapped in the night. We didn't know why it was her; but the brunette was strong. And, according to the little conversation I managed to have with Chiba, she always slept with a gun under her pillow ever since she joined 3-E.

Of course, Koro-sensei was angry. So angry that everyone in class had shrunk back the moment we gave him the news. His face was pitch black, the colour of evil, and in those red eyes contained a bloodlust to kill whoever had hurt his student. Seeing the normally easygoing, relaxed octopus-like creature turn to a destructive killing machine in mere seconds was enough to shake us all.

"Class is cancelled for today," was all he had said. Normally, such a notice would have us jumping in joy, but all we managed was a solemn nod. Even Karma was serious, his amber eyes fixed to his desk as he left the classroom quietly.

As our teacher went off- presumably to find Hayami- Chiba tapped him on the shoulder. He lifted his head, and for the first time, I saw a pair of worried red eyes glinting underneath his shaggy mop of black hair. He restlessly fingered his sniper as he spoke. "Can I come with you?"

I guess we all needed a little push to speak for what was right.

Minutes after Chiba had finished his sentence, we were all firmly grounded to our opinion- we would go with Koro-sensei to save Hayami, no matter how dangerous it might be. Grudgingly, our teacher agreed, but on the condition that we wouldn't do anything stupid.

But, after all, being stupid was what Class E was famous for.

"Koro-sensei!" A robotic yet lively voice called through the thin glass screen of my phone. Why Ritsu had chosen mine today was unknown, but then again, she had always been a little unpredictable after being remodelled into a friendly member of our class. "We have an incoming message. It seems it's directing at you, Sensei."

Without waiting for anyone to speak, the digital image of Ritsu was replayed by a video. At first, it was eerily silent, and the camera never wobbled as it zoomed in on a bound Hayami. Her arms and legs were locked together with some type of metal handcuff, and a large, black piece of duct tape had been coarsely plastered over her mouth. Her blue eyes were as sharp and cold as ever, yet they pleaded with us to help her.

"Hayami…" I didn't need to look up from the screen to know that it was Chiba who had said it. There was then the echoing sound of footsteps, and everyone tensed up as they focused on the video. A man appeared onscreen, every part of him cloaked in white assassin's robe, save for the red eyes that glowered at us underneath his clothes.

"Shiro," we muttered collectively, having gathered a deep hatred for him after his many attempts at assassinating Koro-sensei, using Itona as nothing more than a tool before abandoning him, and robbing us of our chances to kill our teacher with our own hands and efforts.

I could feel his smirk digging into my heart underneath the swathed cloth that hid his mouth. "I assume you know this student I have here. Was her name Hayami Rinka?" He pretended to think for a while, probably to agitate Koro-sensei even further. "You octopus. I know you're watching this. Didn't you say no students would die on your watch?"

As Koro-sensei gritted his teeth, he continued. "A life for a life. This may seem different from our usual attempts, but if you want your beloved student back, you have no choice but to come. Don't even try to send in your students; I assure you that we will take care of that quickly."

That was all he said before the screen flickered to black and to Ritsu gazing at us with a worried expression. "Is Hayami going to be alright, Koro-sensei?"

"Yes." Ritsu shrunk back at the sharp tone, and Koro-sensei sucked in a sharp breath, before turning to us with his normal, innocuous face that seemed more than a little force. "He left an address, too. Come on; let's go."

"H-Hayami! Are you alright?" As soon as Chiba had caught side of the pigtailed brunette, he rushed over, ripping off the duct tape and and trying to unlock the cuffs. Finally, Itona stepped in, and with a glassy look, he quickly pushed around a few parts, causing the cuffs to fall out. Gasping, Hayami stood up, offering a slight, shaky smile to all of us. She seemed unscathed, except for a line of dark bruises on her neck.

Shiro stepped out from the entrance, still cloaked in white, and I tried hard not to lunge in for the kill. He was a master assassin, and despite everything that my friends and even Mr. Karasuma had said about my talent, he would probably be able to kill me swiftly.

Koro-sensei appeared before him, a jet black quickly sweeping across his form. His grin still stretched across his face, but it was more sinister, filled with malice and bloodlust. "Shiro. If I was just a normal teacher, I would have gotten out of here before you had the chance to attack. Sadly, you have hurt my student, and for that, you will pay."

"Oh, Mr. Koro-sensei." Shiro let out an innocent chuckle. "I predicted that. You have gotten Hayami back with Itona's help, I see. Then you would stand nothing to lose if you beat me here, yes? Unfortunately, we have designed this to harm you either way." He clicked a button that had been cleverly concealed under a fold of cloth. "Akari, please tell me which student would be most useful as a test subject."

Before anyone could ask, a slim teenaged girl stepped out from behind the man.

Her hair was an extremely unusual colour- blue, purple and magenta pulsed through it like an alive galaxy, styled into two long locks that cascaded down her shoulders, as well a loose, short braid that kept her hair neat at the back. However, that wasn't the most unsettling feature about her.

The girl's eyes were a dark, bright magenta, glowing with the pure intent to kill. They kept on shifting from pink to red, and I couldn't tell what colour they were. Slowly, her eyes ran over all of us before she spoke.

"That one."

Before we could even discern who she was even talking about, Karma had been viciously thrown on the ground- all with the presumed Akari looking like she hadn't moved an inch. I gasped at the sighed, wanting to rush forward to help my friend up, but a chilling presence told me not to- that it would be suicide if I did. I could only stare at the shocked redhead lie on the ground, trying to determine what had happened.

"Karma-kun-" I started, but the redhead cut me off.

"It's fine, Nagisa-kun." Karma cut me off, but it lacked his usual easy confidence. I saw the hint of a painful-looking bruise starting to form at the base of his neck.

Akari pulled out two sharp blades out of nowhere, and as Karma got up, she ran towards him, slashing at him with her two knives, Karma, though flustered, easily dodged their hits. Itona stared at the ongoing fight with his usual empty expression, but I was sure he was as concerned as everyone else. "It doesn't make sense. She doesn't have any tentacles, and her physical ability isn't especially outstanding," he commented.

"What the hell?" Karma gasped out as he was slammed into a wall, wincing at the impact. "How did she-" He stopped as the teenaged girl crossed her knives around his neck, cornering her opponent and preventing him from escaping. She made sure they grazed his neck, drawing at least a little blood, but it wasn't enough to do anything fatal.

I saw Karma of all people falter at the twisted smile she suddenly possessed, her eyes now a bright, unmistakable flaming red.

"…It would be disappointing if I just killed you here." Akari finally spoke, and her sweet voice carried a dangerous, low undertone. "Y'know what? I like playing with my opponents a little before finally finishing them off. Mess with their minds a bit. And the sooner you give in, the less pain you suffer." She shrugged, a simple, relaxed action that carried such a deathly feeling. "It's when I hear their broken voice beg for mercy that I finally kill them."

Karma went in for another hit, but this time, everyone could clearly see the tactic she was using. Because surrounding him and stopping him from moving…

Was an aura of dark blue energy.

If I was in any other class, I wouldn't have dared to believe it. I would have brushed this off as a hallucination. But seeing Koro-sensei and all the other crap that had happened over the months, technology capable of giving someone the ability to use magic seemed plausible.

"Karma Akabane," She dragged out each syllable of his name, a torturous look in her burning eyes. "I know everything about you. And if you don't believe that…" another spectral flare of magic swirled absent-mindedly around her knife as she swiftly brought it to carve a line in his neck. "You should be experiencing a horrible memory right now."

As if on cue, Karma dropped to one knee, completely engulfed by her magic- or what seemed like it, anyway. His bright amber eyes had been dulled over by a dark, glassy look, stretched wide in horror and his usual innocuous smile had been replaced by an open-mouthed expression. A soft whimper escaped his mouth- something we had almost never heard from him.

"Oh, don't worry." I felt like throwing up as I head Akari speak again, her voice filled with false pity. "There's still so many more to go."

"Stop it…" I muttered, clenching my jaw. Koro-sensei tried to intervene, about to pick up Karma with the abnormal speed of his, but she didn't allow it. Almost instantly, a wall of energy shot up between us and the fighting duo.

"Want to know why I chose you, Karma-kun?" she asked, kicking him to the floor before he had any time to react. A smile stretched across her face, a tiny splatter of blood marring her pale face. It wasn't her blood- it was Karma's. "It's because you have the richest history out of anyone. I knew it. It would be a formidable test for me, indeed… but what's the fun in choosing an easy target?"

Shiro coughed. "Akari, you have done plenty. It's time to-"

"Just a little more," she giggled out, stabbing at Karma once again. The knife hit its target, and Karma groaned out in pain as he looked weakly at the wound on his stomach. "Of course I'm aiming for physical damage as well, though," she told him. "You're going to be beyond recognisable when I'm done with you."

Her eyes flickered once again, causing Karma to clutch his head in pain as what seemed like memories seemed to plague him, scene after scene, memory after memory. My mind wandered, wondering what exactly the redhead had gone through in his life. He had never bothered to tell me, after all- and hearing what Akari had to say wasn't exactly helping…

"Hm. You're tough," she said, lunging at him once again. She disappeared under the protection of her blades, endlessly slashing at Karma. None of the wounds would cause him to die. but they were equally painful anyway.

At this rate, he'll pass out of blood loss soon…

It felt like an eternity, but in reality, half an hour had passed by. We all knew that Karma had never stood a chance. He had withstood her onslaught of attacks, both physical and mental, but he was barely standing. Blood pooled around him, the same colour as his scarlet hair, and he looked blankly at Akari with a broken expression.

"You managed to endure it until the end!" A gracious smile formed on her face, one that twisted my heart. "But it seems like you've had enough. Tell me." She smirked, her red eyes glowing. "Get on your hands and knees. Tell me that you're nothing but a weak loser, and that you aren't able to do anything. Beg." She had said that flawlessly with the same fake smile plastered on her face.

Karma stared at her emptily, and for a while, I wondered if he was going to rebel. However, in an almost robotic manner, he got into a kneeling position, and slumped as his head touched the ground. "I-" Karma doesn't usually sound like that. He's strong, violent, manipulative- "I'm weak… I-I'm a loser… I-"

"Stop it!" I screamed at him, but he didn't seem to have heard me. "KARMA! You're not like this!"

"I'm not able to do anything," he muttered, remaining in his bowed position.

"Good boy," Akari cooed, readying her knives in her hands as she held it above his head, ready to deliver the finishing blow. "Nice knowing you, Karma Akabane. Prepare to die." She grinned, and I launched myself at the barrier just as I had done this entire time. As usual, it was strong and unmoving.

"NO! KARMA!" I yelled, unable to watch this horrible, horrible scene.

The hit never came.

Shiro had came to his senses, clicking yet another hidden button in his clothes. Groaning, the light in Akari's eyes blinked out as she fell to the ground, unmoving. Her chest still rise and fell, confirming that she was alive, but otherwise, she was unconscious.

"That's enough. It seems you're a tad bit more temperamental than I had planned for. Hmm… this bloodlust is a little too much…" He looked at the teenage girl's body.

Koro-sensei appeared by Karma's side instantly. The redhead's clothes were stained with a dark red, and his breaths were dangerously shallow. He had fallen unconscious, and I didn't know if he would be able to survive.

The octopus-like teacher scooped up his student as gently as he could, trying not to worsen any injuries. "Kidnapping one of my students and nearly killing another one." Koro-sensei's face turned black, but then reverted back to its original yellow. "I am unable to duel with you now because of Karma's state, but I will come back to destroy you soon."

Then, sweeping all of us with him, he took off into the air at Mach 20 speed, hoping to get to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible.

However, my blood still ran cold. If Karma was alive… then his state wouldn't have worried me the most.

That hadn't been Karma at all.

Karma never begged for mercy.

SO, as you may wonder, if Nyxie-chan is evil enough to mentally and physically break her beloved Karma-kun, what else would she do? :3

Critiques welcome and please review!

*Salutes* Nyx out~! (^3^)7