Karma's a Bitch
Chapter 1 Nagisa's POV
Graduating high school as one of the top students and being the governments assassin was hard to balance out these past four years.
Since junior high when we killed Koro-sensei me and a couple other kids from my class were offered the chance to be hired as government assassins but only Karma and I actually accepted the offer. Now… well we kinda well not kinda we have and will continue to work together as assassins for the government. Fun. With Karma at least.
As of last night we graduated our senior year of high school and completed our 100th mission. Talk about celebration.
Standing here at the train station felt like old times. Standing here with a calm patient Karma, everything you'd expect in a killer. Except he was anything but calm now. Waving his hands around with that creepy smile on his face he's had since grade school.
"Nagisaaaaa let's celebrate!" He threw up his satchel caught it, he was way too hyper.
"Errr- Karma you know we kill people?" I don't even know why I bother because that is a reason to celebrate for Karma.
"I don't see how that's related to celebrating? Anyway I'll pick you from your house around 9ish and… actually I'm not sure what you wanna do? Like I'm tired of the clubs that we usually go to to kill people and I don't not want to celebrate so… just grab food? Like we could just walk around till we find something nice and hopefully we'll get another mission where you have to dress like a girl!" Jesus his face lit up at those words.
"Karma why not you just come with me to my house right now? And then from there leave my house?"
"Oh yea I didn't even think about that… well actually I just assumed you didn't want me around your mom so much…" We got on the train.
"Oh well… yea then just come over later I don't think she'd like me springing this on her."
"See you in a couple Nagisa."
I got on the train leaving behind a red blur of the only person in life who really knows me.
Karma and I aren't all that different.
Yea he can be a little crazy and sarcastic and a smart ass but at the core we both really care about each other, we have to, to work together. We both are assassins who are trained killers, and we both came from the same place so to speak. I'm lucky I still have him, I know most people from E class split up after graduation.
Karma was there for me on our first human kill and I thought I would go insane for murdering someone. He was there when I finally cut off all my hair as silly as it sounds. He has been there for me and I've only had a slight crush on him for the past five years.
No surprise I'm gay but in all honesty I was planning on telling Karma on graduation but missions got in the way and as much as he jokes around about "being an old married couple" I don't think he sees me in the same way exactly. Lucky me being an assassin really helped me learn to keep stuff in.
"Nagisa you are late. Again." My mother crossed her arms and glared at me, "When will you be applying for colleges? Have you decided to go to the college I- you have always dreamed of? You could be a businessman for one of the most elite companies in the country!"
"Mom… I'm actually not going to college…"
"What did you just say? Not going to… college? Do you NOT want a future? Oh I get it you want mommy to cook and CLEAN for you throughout your ENTIRE life?!"
"No I was already offered a job… from the government."
"Like I would believe that what skills do YOU have that OUR government would want! Nagisa stop lying. You are going to college if I have to drag you by the ear! END. OF. DISCUSSION!"
She wasn't in one of her moods earlier. Something must have happened at work. Looking at the clock it's only thirty minutes to 9 crap Karma is always like ten minutes early.
"Mom… well we can talk about this but Karma is actually going to come here to get me so we can celebrate… graduation." I began to head to my room to get changed but my mother grabbed my shoulder.
"Nagisa…" she turned me around and grabbed my head, "Nagisa we've spoken about this. Karma is a bad influence. Karma is no good for you. Karma, Karma that's all you talk about now. I did not raise a gay son! If you are not going to be a girl be a proper boy!"
She shook my head back and forth and I couldn't do anything. Understanding me enough to let me cut my hair and stop dressing me in girl clothes was taking baby steps in the right direction. Since I've been spending all my time with Karma it's just back to square one.
What am I supposed to do? She is my mother. I don't think I'll ever get untied from these chains she puts around on me.
I was on the ground now. The best thing to do is to just not say anything and wait for her fit to be over. She kept hitting me on the back of my head yelling, "What is wrong with you?!"
The pain… has become numb.
Even now on the floor taking this beating from my mother the pain is dulled. But dulled pain won't stop me from waking up with bruises the next day.
"Mom… stop… you're hurting me."
"Nagisa how do you think I feel? You're hurting me!" She kicked my side, "Get up you worthless-"
The front door opened, "Hey Nagisa! Food is on me! Nagisa? Why are you… why is your mom?"
Crap, crap, crap. No Karma, she'll hurt you too.
"Get out of my house you degenerate!" My mother screamed at Karma but he stood there approaching in a clam manner.
His footsteps echoed with confidence. I knew this look. The look of a poised killer.
He stepped a foot away from my mother and clapped his hands together.
He smiled and spoke, "Ms. Shiota, I've always played dumb and listened to Nagisa's excuses to his bruises or even burns sometimes but I can't sit back now. If you don't like having him around all that much then I'll gladly take him off your hands for you."
My mother was paralyzed standing there completely helpless. She truly saw Karma's true colors the deadly ones that somehow protect as well as kill at the same time.
"Nagisa, Let's go." He held out his hand and we went to my room and without communication packed my bags. I'm staying with Karma. Whenever I fantasized this moment it was under different circumstances. I just wish it wasn't like this and it was because we were together.
"Let's go home Nagisa." He held onto my bags and opened the front door for me. I walked out as Karma smiled at my mother, "Karma's a Bitch."
Home… with Karma I'm already there.