Hello!!! this is my first time writing fan fiction here, although I've been reading for like 3-4 years...
Don't have much things to say but I hope you enjoy this little piece of mine...
Btw. I'm an amateur so forgive every mistake that I'll do in this one...
(ghaad I'm so shyy )
The moon remembers.
The way they have their mornings,
The way the yellow octopus-like teacher will fly down at speed of Mach 20 inside their classroom through the open window.
The way they will have a roll call whilst pointing their guns and knives to their unkillable educator.
The way they will plot futile plans to kill the said creature by myriad of truly admirable traps.
The moon remembers.
Even the way they study.
The way they learn something, either through actual lesson or attempts in assassination.
The way they acquire not just knowledge,but wisdom every time they execute something that a normal junior high school can't do.
The moon remembers.
The way they suffer and the time they are in bliss.
Those times when the main campus humiliates their every single fiber of individuality because they are part of the so called End-class
Up to those moments that they are laughing with the target they are supposed to end the life of.
The moon remembers.
The way they face the grim of life as some of them suffered the cruelty of their former P. E teacher.
And how the others who does not get infected bravely give their all,from wit up to strength, to save the most treasured classmates they have.
The moon remembers.
The way the class 3-E almost part in half as they argue if they are going to assassinate or save koro-sensei,If they should stick to plan, or spare the yellow being from the wrath of fate.
So the moon watches as to groups,Crimson red and innocent blue,fought to stand by their choice of beliefs.
All are glad, unconscious or not, that the "save camp" won.
The moon remembers
The way the reasons changed. From killing him because of money and obligation, up to keeping their bond that has been strengthen by blood,sweat and tears.
The moon remembers
Because he saw.
He saw their fine movements as they detour the mountain where their Assassination classroom lies.They memorized the way by heart. Reminiscing the beautiful memories they share as do so. The one thought of killing the unkillable creature never wavers.
The moon remembers.
The way they brokenly yet whole heartedly raise their knife to kill him.
The painful night that carved it's own history into their hearts.Even for Irina and Karasuma.
The excruciating feeling of hurt because the one being that teach them not just truth hidden in life but also what lies beyond our every breathe,pass on.
The yellow lights that looks like fireflies lit up the surroundings as whail and cries echoes through the mountain,that,together with the moon, witness the blossom of love and friendship in the old building.
The moon remembers it all.
And it can't help but smile as it crumble up into its original shape, wondering if time will take away this precious memories of him about that one fateful year of assassination.
Yet as he look at those students he had grown to love
He knew
He knew that no,
It is impossible for him to forget the classroom swirling with blood lust.
Finish!!!
I hope you guys like it... if you read this I mean...
Hope to get some advice and criticism...