A/N: I will explain in the end of this chapter. I don't own anything but my OCs.
Prologue: How Our Story Begins
Beep! Beep! Beep!
As soon as I heard the annoying buzzing noise, I slowly started opening my eyes, not knowing that a bright light will hit me like a fist landing on your eye in a bar fight. Wait… Wasn't I in a bar last night? Ah, shit, I can't remember a thing, everything is blurry as fuck. I squinted my eyes as a groan slipped from my mouth from both the pain in my head and the light. A sharp pain was like stabbing at the right side of my head. Not literally though. Did I have a hangover? Or is it my migraines?
"Gah, I'll handle it either way," I mumbled as I turned to my side and slammed a fist on my alarm so it could shut up. It was nice to hear pure silence again.
Relaxing back against my bed, I sighed. After a few minutes of pure silence and staring at the boring ceiling, I propped up my elbow to help me in a sitting position.
"Shit, what time is it?" I wondered out loud. I glanced at the clock beside me, reading 7:30am. It was Saturday, August 5th. Meaning, I have almost the whole day for myself to decide on what to do unless something pops up. Then… Something clicked inside my stupid head. I chuckled and slowly sink back into the soft, comfortable bed.
'It's been about three years since Black Class. Three years since I've killed her... Now look at me…' I looked around the room I was in. It was whitish-grey with numerous junks lying around. By junk I mean various types of clothing and papers. Mostly clothes. I've never bothered cleaning my apartment until Sunday, unless I'm hosting Game Night with my friends. Sighing from the messy sight, I stood up to make some breakfast for myself.
After all, I do live alone… I snorted quietly as I stalked outside of my small room. My mood grew even more grim when I saw the hurricane in my living room. Shattered glass bottles were everywhere along with cards and paper plates scattered all over. Staring in disbelief at the mess, I soon shrugged it off. I've seen it in an even worse condition.
I opened the fridge to see only bread, milk, a carton of eggs, and a carton of salted duck eggs. Frowning, I grabbed the bread and carton of salted eggs. Placing them on the counter, I opened a drawer to get a knife to start making my breakfast. As soon as I popped the bread on the toaster and cut the egg in half, I turned on the T.V to the daily news program.
Realizing that I have work in about an hour and a half, I silently cursed. "I have to cover Haruki's shift as well. God damn it, why did Haruki have to take up another job? She even told me to meet her up at the cafe before my shift…" Silently cursing my luck I started thinking various plans on how to get back at Haruki, despite the fact she is one of my good friends that I care about deeply. After all, I do help on supporting her family since I owe her for saving my life.
The toast popped up which made me jump since I was lost in thought. Humming, I prepared my little salted egg sandwich and placed it on a small plate onto the bar counter. As I listened to the story about a girl being abused by her parents, I took a bite of the sandwich while leaning against the bar counter in the kitchen. Frowning, I changed the channel to the cooking one. Ten minutes passed and I placed the plate on the kitchen, realizing that I was half naked this entire time.
"I have to get ready for work anyways…" I mumbled while heading back into my room. Slipping on light grey cargo pants, a white t-shirt, and a light grey work shirt, I grabbed my keys and wallet. Stepping out of my crappy, messy, small apartment with the door locked, I raced down the stairs. Stopping next to my motorcycle, I felt a vibration in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and answered the call without bothering to look at the caller ID.
"Hello?" I said as I slipped onto my vehicle.
"Ah, Reagan-san. Are you available at the moment?" I shook my head like the person on the other line could possibly see me. It was my homeroom teacher, Yano-sensei. A surname that the class occasionally makes comments about, I started calling him Yolk-sensei along with the rest of the class. Only when he was in a good mood that is.
"Not really. I have work in an hour. I was about to meet up with Haru-, er, Sagae-san at the cafe near the construction site. Why? Is there a new client? It's been quiet lately," It was true. I haven't had a single contracted assassination ever since I got accepted into one of the Private Academies. They said the Private Academies would help you develop your skills into a more higher level and be accepted into missions with higher pay. Yano-sensei was in charge of accepting clients' request and handing them out to students of the Private Academy I was accepted into.
"No, no. There aren't any jobs yet… For you that is. Well… Actually there is one. I'm not quite sure if you would like to participate in it though. Would you like to know?" This was a bit skeptical but I nodded my head once again. After all, it was good to know I could take a break from my part-time jobs. My bosses could get very annoying after working with them for a while.
"Yes… I would love to hear what this job is. I'm getting bored of just training all the time~" I said, giving out a sadistic tone with clear annoyance. I didn't like it when people weren't straightforward with me.
"First, let me tell you what I wanted to speak to you about before I get into the mission… Is it true that three years ago, you won Black Class?" I felt my body froze. It took me about two minutes to regain full function before I heard Yano-sensei sigh. "So I'm taking that as a yes?"
"Y-yeah. I have won Black Class. Why?" I already told Yano-sensei about this before entering the Private Academy. It was the reason why I got accepted immediately due to the fact I won the infamous Black Class.
"What was your wish exactly?" My wish? Doesn't he remember my wish? I'm practically the only person who won Black Class with a wish that was so… selfless. I bit my lower lip before responding.
"For everyone in the Black Class to have their own wish fulfilled…" I murmured quietly. It was true. I felt bad for winning Black Class when I had no intention in participating in it. Well… That is before, god knows why, I started protecting the target.
She never knew that I was protecting her. Secretly following her around until the person who sent the advance notice shows up ready to assassinate the target. Gritting my teeth at the memory of how I knocked the target out with a swing of my fist before taking care of a fellow assassin, I let my hand run through my hair before tightly gripping on it to help remind myself to not remember what I have done three years ago. The past was the past, I should only focus on the present and future.
"That's quite a big wish and very kind of you. For all of the other assassins, or your competitors, who failed to assassinate the target have their wish come true thanks to you," The teacher remarked with a chuckle. I frowned.
"What are you trying to say?" I snapped, getting more irritated towards my teacher, "I killed the target, won the hell out of Black Class with minimal damage, and said my wish. I had no intentions in participating until I was one of four assassins left who haven't sent out their advance notice and got expelled."
"What were your intentions then? Once there was only a few of you left," He was really pushing on me to talk about a past I never wanted to remember. Taking a deep breath to calm myself and regain my posture, I took a moment to think about what were my intentions then.
"I guess… I guess I just wanted to get the mission over with so-"
"So you declared that you were the reason why all of the assassins failed one by one. That you were protecting Yuki, Akira this entire time-" I cut him off to continue the story myself. After all, it was a quite an unforgettable experience.
"And I ended up sending my advance notice at the same time with the other three assassins. Making it a living hell for all of us. In the end though, I was the one who managed to kill her. I recall that memory very clearly. I couldn't forget the look on everyone's faces when they came after me and when I killed her in front of all of them. Killing her as fast as I sent out my advance notice," I finished. I heard that they haven't done a Black Class ever since. I wonder why… They never told me what was the purpose of Black Class, only asking me what my wish was.
"Then you said your wish which made all of the assassins who participated grateful yet resentful since they were too prideful about themselves, saying that they didn't need you to make their wish come true. They were grateful nonetheless…" Yano-sensei went quiet. Taking this opportunity to start up my motorcycle, I slipped on my gloves and revved the engine.
"Okay, now that I've answered your questions… Mind telling me why are you asking this and what exactly is this mission you wanted to tell me, hm?"
"Ah yes, of course. My apologies for keeping you waiting. So my reason why for asking you this was to explain the mission more… I would say easier," He paused as I heard him digging around probably a pile of papers. Easier? What would asking me these questions make things easier to explain? Did I have to assassinate the chairwoman who hosted Black Class or something?
"Now," He continued, sighing as he flipped some papers, "How would you feel if I told you that you have been invited back into Black Class?" Freezing in place I felt my head explode.
My mind was once again filled with good and bad memories of what I have experienced in Black Class. Shaking my head I managed to stutter out a response, "Ex-excuse me? I'm sorry. I don't think I understand what you're saying," I really didn't understand. Go back to Black Class? Are they making some special Hunger Games thing that all of the winners of Black Class come together and try to assassinate a target who won Black Class?
"Okay, let me try again," Yano-sensei cleared his throat before responding with a stern, strict, serious voice, "Reagan, Natsuki," I flinched when I heard my full name. He was serious… "You have been invited to Black Class once again to… "observe" this years Black Class. As an observer, or judge as they call it, it is up to you to decide if you wish to… "participate" in the events. All you have to do if confirm with the assassin who is to send out their advance notice about what their wish is and make sure that no rules are broken. Along with making public announcements on behalf of the chairwoman who watches Black Class. Now with that explained," I swear he's pausing for dramatic effect. I seriously wonder how he's my favorite teacher and how I seem so unnerved by this. Well… I saw it coming I guess.
"Reagan, Natsuki… Do you accept this invitation to Black Class?" I checked the time on my watch to see that I have about forty minutes before my shift. Sighing, I knew I had to make my decision quickly.
It was either, go back to my boring life of attending an Academy that is full of lies since I haven't gotten a mission with higher pay and going to part-time jobs while getting pushed around by my bosses or go back to hell and join Black Class once again as a judge. Hard decision…
Another sigh escaped my lips as I answered my sensei's question before hanging up on him without another word. Revving up my engine and slipping on a helmet over my head, I sped towards the cafe to meet up with Haruki.
After all, I will be heading to Myoujou Academy tomorrow to start my training as a judge.
A/N: This was so rushed towards the end. Anyways, I suddenly got inspired to write something AnR related so I wrote an AnR version of my original story which is not publish, Program.
I don't even know if I would ever continue this after this chapter. Probably if I ever get some random inspiration once again.
This will be in an OC first person PoV, might switch to third person once in a while. Sorry for the lack of our lovely gay assassins. They will show up next chapter if I ever start writing it. (Probably will since my inspiration right now feels endless...or maybe not)
(Going to sulk back to the AnR Fandom corner once again… See you all next time… If there is a next time…the internet is a scary place)
Okay… Bye for now!