So yeah, Assassination Classroom. Some Karma x Nagisa.

Yeah...

Yeah, I can do that...


For the past couple of weeks Karma has had the same damn nightmare.

Now at first it didn't bother him. Yes they were, well... quite disturbing, maybe even a little concerning, but that still never stopped him from going to bed every night.

The first time it happens he finds it difficult to go back to sleep. He didn't think much of it then, getting dressed and ready for school as usual, but the red head did find himself sending a quick text to the blunet that morning, something about not being late for class. It wasn't much, but it did get him through the day without any problems.

Days go by and Karma still finds it more difficult to brush aside the nightmares. It was never the same one, but the ending always remained consistent; Nagisa dying in a hundred different ways while Karma couldn't do a damn thing about it. One morning he woke up covered in sweat, hands shaking and throat dry. He tried to grab him, but in the end he couldn't save him, watching the other plummet to his death with a scream that would probably haunt him for a while. It was harder for Karma that day, but after hanging out with Nagisa after school, he felt a little better knowing for sure everything was fine.

The following week was when he finally decides to stay up a little later at night. To keep himself occupied he watches the news, plays some games, and even goes over his homework a few times (not that he needed to), He even cleans the house a bit when he has the energy, picking up some scattered clothes here and there and whatever trash was left around from last nights dinner - anything to keep himself occupied.

One night Karma finds himself half asleep on the couch when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, sliding the devise open and seeing the familiar user name attached to the screen.

Nagisa, 11:37 - "hey, you still awake?"

Karma finds himself immediately sending a response, letting out a quiet sigh as he patiently waits for the other to respond.

Karma, 11:37 - "wow Nagisa, isn't it past your bedtime? i'm surprise your still awake after that extra training course we had today."

Nagisa, 11:39 - "very funny, you know all we did was an extra lap. but i'm doing fine thank you.

Nagisa, 11:40 - "anyways, I was wondering if everything was ok with you. you looked really tired today."

Karma, 11:40 - "did I now?"

He pulls up his camera and flips the angle, spotting very small bags under his eyes. Nothing to noticeable, but if you got up close enough they were pretty visible. For a moment he thinks about a response.

Karma, 11:43 - "just had to take care of a few things at home."

Nagisa, 11:44 - "late ate night?"

Karma, 11:44 - "aw, are you worried about me~?"

Minutes go by before Nagisa says anything else, a few long minutes in Karma's opinion.

He starts biting the nail of his thumb at some point, a habit he got into when ever he felt anxious as a child, and quickly tucks his hand under his thigh. He learned to control it over the years, but when he did catch himself doing it from time to time, it felt really childish. Karma immediately unlocks his phone when his phone vibrates again.

Nagisa, 11:52 - "to be honest, a little bit yeah."

Something tugged at his heart as he read the sentence over, his breath hitching a little as he thought back on one of his nightmares.

A conversation much similar to this one happened while the two of them were taking a walk somewhere close to the city. For some reason they were older, and Nagisa's hair was put up in a pony tail (it actually didn't look that bad). He was going on about something before asking Karma if he was alright, given a very bland response before being teased about worrying so much. At one point they were both suddenly held at gun point, and Karma could only watch as the other was shot at multiple times.

He watched Nagisa hit the floor with a heavy thud, eyes cold as they remained frozen in fear - it would take a lot to forget that. The murderer shot at Karma next before he woke up, but the image of Nagisa on the floor like that, dead, it still haunts him, and that dream could almost be considered 'kind' compared to the others he's had.

Again, normally he would shake it off and never think about it again, but when they keep happening night after night after night- over and over and over again like that, it can takes it toll on you. Karma didn't even know why he had these dreams, and that's what drove him crazy.

He was a tough guy, everyone knew it - hell he was an assassin! Death was practically his occupation, it should be the least of his concern! So why was he letting this get to him? None of it was real. Nagisa was alive and was damn well capable of taking care of himself, so why worry? Dreams were dreams, not reality.

None of them were real.

Karma chuckles. My did he feel like an idiot, letting something as simple as a bad dream get the best of him. What the hell happened to him? Sleep deprivation was seriously no joke.

Nagisa, 12:04 - "Karma, you still there?"

He broke from his thoughts and slightly shook his head, sliding open his phone again. He missed three more messages, two from Nagisa and one from his father. He ignores the last one and opens Nagisa's contact instead, one message asking him what he was doing now and the other asking if he felt any better than he did that morning. Was this guy always such a worry wart?

Karma, 12: 05 - "sorry, had to use the bathroom really wuick"

Karma, 12:05 - "*quick"

Nagisa. 12:06 - "wow a typo. that's a rare sight to see. you must be pretty tired."

Karma, 12:06 - "well your not wrong."

Nagisa, 12:06 - "then why not go to bed now? can't you do whatever you need to do tomorrow?"

Karma feels the corner of his mouth slip up.

Karma, 12:07 - "can't."

Nagisa, 12:07 - "why not?"

Karma, 12:08 - "wouldn't you like to know~ "

Nagisa, 12:09 - "oh hush."

It never occurred to him how late it was until he got the last text, but what surprised him more was the fact that Nagisa was still talking to him at such an hour. They had school in... seven? Eight hours? And yet,here he was, responding to every message. Karma lifts a brow and scratches the back of his head, sitting up with a low grunt.

Karma, 12:11 - "Hey, Nagisa."

Nagisa, 12:11 - "Yes?"

Karma: 12:12 - "Why are u still up?"

There's another brief pause before he gets a response.

Nagisa: 12:15 - "oh you know, just have to take care of a few things around the house. ;)"

So he saw through my lie Karma thought, and well, he wouldn't be to convinced either if someone told him something like that. Nagisa wasn't dumb after all, it would take a lot more than a white lie to get past him.

He really was being an idiot.

Karma, 12:17 - "throwing more lies into this conversation I see."

Nagisa, 12:12 - "oh shut up, you started this and you know it.

Nagisa, 12:12 - "are you going to really tell me whats wrong now?"

The idea had crossed his mind. Karma was smart enough to know that keeping things bottled up like this would only make things worse, but bringing the topic up with Nagisa was a little...well, uncomfortable. For various reasons.

Karma, 12:13 - "I'm alright Nagisa, really."

A lame response, but it was something, and it looked like the other got the message and decided not to pry any further.

Nagisa, 12:15 - "Alright then."

Karma had nothing else to say so he decides to leave the conversation a lone for a while, getting up and grabbing some food from the fridge before planting himself back on the couch. He goes through a few channels on TV, all of which were either breaking news or some cartoon - annoying really. After flipping through a few more channels he just shut off the devise all together, embracing himself with silence. He was tired. Very tired, and sleep never sounded so good. In fact, it sounded wonderful, so Karma decided to do just that.

Yes, he knew the odds of what might happen if he did, but he could handle it. Besides, they were just dreams. Everything was fine, he was fine, Nagisa was fine. So why bother?

"Just sleep already." The red head tells himself aloud, and you know what, why the hell not.


Nagisa doesn't show up for school that day, and that bugs Karma.

A lot.

Some assumed he had a cold. As Okano pointed out he has been sneezing a lot lately. He's also been slacking off on most of his homework, which was definatley not like Nagisa. He did struggle with his work every now and then, but at least he managed to get things done on time, sometimes even earlier then needed.

Nagisa was never absent. He would never skip school because of some stupid cold. Was he hurt? Did he hurt himself? Karma starts biting the nub of his thumb agian, the nail completely gone. He was certain he was just being paranoid now, letting his thoughts run wild like this. His dreams weren't real and he had to remember that. Nagisa didn't get hit by a car or truck on his way to school,he wasn't mugged or shot while taking the bus, he wasn't kidnapped or drowned or strangled or gutted or beheaded or buried or skinned alive. He was fine. Nagisa was fine. He was ok.

Everything was fine.

"Hey, any one know were Nagisa lives? I can stop by and give him some medicine." Comes Kanzaki, shuffling through her bag and pulling out a few cough drops. "I got a cold recently and these work wonders on soar throats."

"You carry those around with you?" Asks Maehara.

Hazawa shrugs. "So what if she does? I actually buy some myself sometimes because they taste a lot like candy."

"But there for people who get sick." Comes Okuda. "There probably bad for you if you don't use them properly because-"

"Hey, I don't care what you say, those things are amazing and can do wonders for migraines too." She leans back into her chair and smirks. "Actually you think you can pass me some, Kanzaki? We have a test in the next hour and I need my fix."

Kanzaki gives an awkward laugh. "Actually, I plan on saving the rest of these for Nagisa. Sorry." She turns to Kayano who had just finished putting away a few books into her small bag. "Do you know were Nagisa lives?"

"Hm? Nagisa?" The actress ponders for a bit, thinking back on the time they've spent together. Sure the two of them have hung out once or twice, but she was pretty sure she's never even seen his house. Maybe it was because he didn't want her meeting his mom or something? Then again, having a girl come over a boys house at all would be pretty weird. She finally shrugs. "I honestly don't know. The only person I know who's been to his house is Karma I think."

"Karma's been to Nagisa's house?" Nakamura chimes in, lifting her head from her desk. "For what?"

Terasaka chuckles. "Probably to cosplay or some shit."

The blond smirks. "Well I'm not proving you wrong."

"Come on guys, let's not talk about someone who can't defend themselves. " Says Isogai, stretching a bit in his seat. "And speaking of Karma, were did he go?"

"He went to use the bathroom during Ms. Bitches' lecture and hasn't been back since." Sugino sighs. "I swear that guys just asking for trouble now."

Kataoka rolls her eyes. "I think that's the only thing Karma looks for these days. Wait, wasn't her class like in the first period?"

Kurahashi looks up from her book. "Yeah, your right. He's been gone that long?"

"And no ones looking for him?" Okuda asks, slightly worried.

Kayano makes her way over to the window and slides it open, poking her head out a little to search for the missing other. "Well it's not like he could have gotten far right? Did he go home or something."

"What? You know were he lives to?"

She glares at Terasaka. "Do you just assume I know were everybody lives now?"

"Well you are always around those two, so why not."

"He's probably just wondering around again waiting for Koro sensei to find him" Isogai mutters as he rests his head into his hand. "He's done it before and he'll do it again."

"Wow, look at Mr. positive being all mopey." Teases Nakamura as she puts her head down again, arms hanging lazily to her side. "Careful, lets all try to stay in character now."

At some point the discussion about Karma's disappearance shifts into a whole other topic, something about Okajima trying to convince everyone he's actually dated a girl before (no one believed him even with photo's), but after a few minutes into the conversation and laughter, Kayano found herself looking out the window ever now and then.

It wasn't like she was worried about Karma - of course he could handle himself just fine, but it was just something. She didn't even know what it was. Usually when he left it was after a test or before a class he didn't like, but leaving at the start of the day? It just seemed off. Did Karma ever leave before first period?

An hour goes by before Koro sensei finally comes back from lunch, Ritsu pointing out that he was approximately 0.027 seconds later than usual - his excuse being just as poor as his timing.

Besides that everything from there seemed pretty normal, but it surprised them all when he not once referred to or mention the red head. It was, of course, none of anyone's business, but it was the teachers job to keep a watchful eye on his students. Maybe he was use to this, or perhaps he probably already knew were he was and decided to leave him alone for personal reasons. It was tempting to ask, but something told Kayano she should just leave it alone for the time being.


The sun starts to go down by the time Karma makes it home.

The air outside was a lot cooler than he expected, a minor shiver leaving the assassin as he quickly stuffed a hand into his pocket. He looks at his phone to check the time. 7:49, it read. Karma clicks his tongue and stuffs it back into his pocket before fumbling for his keys, remembering that he forgot to take them out of the house that morning. Cursing to himself he starts rummaging through one of the many bushes he had planted on his lawn, fishing out a tattered, sealed envelope before tearing it in half and watching a spare key fall to the floor. His father was the one who hid it, mostly because he was the one who usually forgot or lost his own house key, but before it was under the door mat. Karma had moved it hoping to wake up and find the old man screaming at the top of his lungs for him to let him inside, of course, if he ever came home. Karma made a mental note to put it back later.

He unlocked the door and slammed it shut, making his way upstairs and into his room before pulling out the cord to his phone charger and plugging the devise in.

Damn it, he's been so careless lately that he forgot to charge his own cell phone last night! Why has he been forgetting everything!? At least it's not dead, He told himself, but it was almost at 5 percent. When has he ever let his phone go to 5 freakin percent?!

He licks his chapped lips and takes a seat on the bed, fidgeting with his fingers and repeatedly taping his foot. While he was out he decided it would be a great idea to try and get his mind off things. Taking one day off of school wasn't going to kill him or hurt his grade, right? Well a cafe just so happened to be open so Karma ordered himself a cup of coffee because why not. It wasn't something he had every day, and his eye lids were so heavy he needed something to help him get through another hour.

Well one thing led to another and one cup became two, then two became three, and three became four. Of course, after two he decided it would be best to stick with decaf, but even so he suddenly found it very difficult to keep still.

To keep himself moving he made his way around town, keeping up with the rapid pace of his beating heart. Around noon he came across the very train station Nagisa took to school. Of course the other teen was no were to be seen, however Karma couldn't help but stick around for a few minutes just to hopefully bump into him by chance, but minutes became hours, and hours became what the hell am I even doing... and after looking at his phone for the fifth time that evening, that's when he noticed how low his battery was.

His heart had skipped two beats and he practically jogged his way home, almost giving himself a heart attack in the process. Now here he was, cold and high on caffeine, with nothing better to do than to try and keep still. What the hell was happening to him? Why on earth was he acting like this? More importantly, were was Nagisa?

Nagisa

An image of the boy came to mind and Karma felt himself twitch a little. What was wrong with him?

He was fine. Nothing bad could happen to Nagisa even if the world wanted to throw the worst crap it had at him all at once. It was Koro sensei's job was to protect all of them and keep them alive after all, Karma tested the teacher himself and jumped off a cliff thinking it was all some kind of joke - who would believe an octopus man threatening to blow up the entire world would put his life on the line to save a bunch of children. In the end he was proven wrong, and ever since the yellow freak had almost been like a second guardian to him, not that he would ever admit it.

Karma sighs at the thought and looks back at his phone. It was at 7 percent. How long did it take to charge again?

A whole sleeps worth, something tells him, but he ignores it and decides to find something else to do.

Before getting up his computer starts to blink and a familiar ring breaks the silent void surrounding him. The sound doesn't startle him, but it does make him a little curious. He doesn't use Skype very often, the only time he's ever had to use it was when his parents made the effort to check up on him after finding out he got put into Class E. They scolded him for a minute than went into parent mode and asked him the usual questions every parent needs to ask to keep a child happy, such as "How was your day?" or "Make any new friends.", nothing he couldn't by pass with a few lies.

The red head makes his way over to the monitor and takes a seat at his computer desk, quickly typing in the password and grimacing at the site of his parents name. He put them under the titles "Mom & Dad", but something about it always felt empty, he had been meaning to change it, but why bother since they never call, until now that is.

His cursor hovers over the accept button and he lets out another deep sigh before clicking it, masking on the smile he knew best before saying, "Hey, whats going on, pops?"

For some reason his mom was out of the picture at the moment, and because of the sound of rustling in the background Karma assumed she was just touching up her make up. She was never seen anywhere without all that crap on her face. His father on the other hand look the same as always, dark hair matching both his suit and ego. It was always difficult to tell what he was feeling, so Karma just assumed he constantly had something shoved up his ass. They didn't have much in common, only sharing the same eyes and sly personality, the one gift Karma ever liked from him that wasn't signed and bought by an assistant.

The two momentarily stared at one another, the man looking him up and down before clearing his throat. "Karma."

Karma playfully bats his eyes and leans in a little. "Yes, Otōsan?"

His father looked slightly uncomfortable, and Karma wasn't sure if it was because he looked older, or if he was just constipated. He blinks and seems to scan the room behind him before saying anything else. "You look well."

Karma has to keep himself from laughing.

After 6 months without seeing your only child that's all you have to say?

He want's to tell him just that, but all the while, why stop the acting here? He wanted to drag this out a little longer, just to see how much the old man could put up with. With a light-hearted chuckle he adds, "I am well, thank you. And you?"

"Fine."

It grows awkward and quiet for about a minute, stares between the two growing more intense as if to test who would break first.

Mrs. Akabane is the one to end the silent feud, putting in another one of her golden ear rings as she finally came into view, coming from what Karma assumed was the bathroom from whatever hotel they were in this time.

She straightens herself out a bit and pulls up a chair beside her husband, showing off those pearly white teeth of hers as she gives her son that million dollar smile magazines tend to think she has. He would be lying if he said his mom wasn't pretty, he did look more like her than his father anyways, red hair and all. She was also a lot more expressive and well mannered, knowing when and how to say things rather then speaking the first thing on her mind, and when she did, she usually meant it; but of course when it came down to responsibilities, she was very negligent and usually ended up letting others do the dirty work for her. And with his fathers money, well, it made her excuses seem a lot more believable.

"Hello sweetie, how have you been? Everything well I hope?"

Her tones forced, and it wouldn't take a genius to tell. Maybe she had a long day, who knows, but if Karma were to assume things, she did look at least a little happy to see him - either that or she was happy to see that once again money helped her out of another responsibility she got herself into.

He smiles back at her. "As I said, everything fine."

"Ah, good-good. And school?"

"Yes, schools fine to."

His father narrows his eyes. "Is that so."

"Yep. Everything's A-ok."

"Oh sweetie, don't be so hard on him." His mother puts a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to loosen him up more, slightly squeezing it for extra measure. "He's just at that age, let him have some fun."

Mr. Akabane glances at her and shifts a way from her hand. "Fine." He puts his attention on Karma again. "We called to ask you if you had received any sort of packaging in the last couple of days. Anything at all addressed to me or your mother."

Karma lifts a brow. "Oh? What kind of package?"

"That is a yes or no question."

He dramatically puts his hands up in defense. "Woah there! No need to get hasty!"

"Karma dear, please answer the question." His mother pleads, and he sees that none of them found his little reaction very amusing.

To contact him through Skype like this just to ask for a simple package? It must have been pretty important if they wanted to see his face just to make sure. His parents constantly kept business related things secret from him, so every now and then he would get his hands dirty just to find out the truth for himself, curiosity was a part of him after all, so if he did get a package specifically for them, he would have already opened it.

Karma can't even remember the last time he received anything in the mail, excluding bills and junk mail, and not wanting to sit around any longer, he decides its best to just tell the truth.

"Sorry, I haven't."

His father crosses his arms. "And your not lying?"

"Now would I ever lie to you?"

The man narrows his gaze "Karma, I would watch that tone if I were you."

"What, it's just a yes or no question." He chuckles, and his father does not look happy.

This was exactly what Karma was expecting. Whenever his family conversed with one another it was always like pulling teeth. One thing always led to another and it was never a surprise when things started to go south, that's why whenever his parents called it would never be longer than ten or fifteen minutes. So, being the conniving-red devil many sought him out to be, Karma usually wanted to take what was worth and do whatever it took to piss them off. Consequences be damned.

His mother breaks the tension between the both of them by clearing her throat and letting out an airy laugh, something Karma has sworn she's used one to many times. After a while, it really got annoying.

"I believe him dear. If he were lying I think this kind of play would be a lot more convincing." She says, placing a hand on her husbands back this time and rubbing very light circles. Her glare catches Karma's, and it warns him to not push the conversation any further.

Karma blinks and lets out a sigh. "Wow, you can read me like a book. Scary." He see's a very faint smile come across her pale skin, something that only shows whenever she let's her guard down. He wasn't sure the last time he's seen it, but it has been a while. The gesture helps him relax a little bit. It was nice to be reminded that his mother could actually be honest once in a while - it almost felt like a honor - a privilege.

"Of course I can, I am your mother after all, Karma. Don't take my instincts lightly."

The teen leans in closer to his desk and rests his head in his hand. "Never did."

His father shifts in his seat and leans away from his wife's affection, straightening himself out again. "Fine. I believe you. However, if anything is delivered to the house this week, I want you to leave it in our rooms and do not open it. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah. I understand." Karma quickly responds. He didn't want this conversation to go any further, it was already boring and he really needed to use the bathroom. All that coffee had to go somewhere at some point, and it didn't help that he was still fidgeting. "Alright, it's getting late and I have a test tomorrow. We can stop here, right?"

His mother frowns. "You say that like this is some sort of business call."

It kind of is...

"Ah, sorry. Just tired. It's been a long day." Karma forces a yawn and lazily scratches his head, something he's always done whenever he was ready to go to bed. He thought that would hopefully throw them off a little and they'll finally leave him alone, and it seemed to do just the trick.

His acting was crap, let alone his excuses, and seeing how well his parents could play that part, it was almost like watching that one dancer screw up on stage in a group performance. His parents probably already knew he was hiding something, but they didn't say anything, giving each other a knowing look before deciding to bid their fair wells.

"Very well." His father says, his mother giving him a small wave before bidding him goodnight in a language Karma believed to be French, masking another smile for him as she blew him one last quick kiss before disconnecting their call.

And just like that, he was free.

Karma leans back into his chair and lets out another obnoxious sigh, one that was loud and heavy. He spins himself around in the chair a few times before looking over to his phone again. It was better, on 37 percent, and it wasn't like he would be needing it again any time soon, so he yanked the charger off and made his way over to the bathroom.

He missed one or two emails, none important, but what really caught his attention was a text message. He eyed the name and was disappointed when it wasn't Nagisa's. No, instead it was Rio who had asked him about some kind of pen that she had been looking for since last week. She apparently found it somewhere in the depths of her bag and had enough ink to finish the test he missed.

Rio, 10:41 - "found it. nailed it." Karma reads, a little black pen at the end of the message along with that one yellow emoji that sticks out it's tongue.

He rolls his eyes and tosses the devise on the sink, prepared to take off his shirt for a nice hot shower before finding himself face to face in the mirror. He was pulled back a little by the site - his hair wasn't tangled or anything, but it had a lot more strands of hair sticking out than he would have liked; his eyes had faint circles underneath them and he looked a lot paler than usual.

Karma scrunches his face at the site. I went out like this today, He reminded himself, and just because he usually didn't care about how he looked, it didn't mean he wanted to walk around looking like 'who shot john' - an old American phrase he once over heard in a restaurant and hasn't forgotten since for whatever reason.

He opens a drawer and pulls out a brush, straightening his hair out a bit while looking around for that extra tub of toothpaste he forgot to get himself the day before. He's been really off his game lately, and it was definitely not an overstatement.

His parents, teacher, and even a few of his classmates could tell. It wasn't hard, and Karma was practically the master of deceivers, so in a way, it kind of bit his pride a little.

I need a shower...

He told himself, and the thought of being surrounded by steam and silence, enough time for him to think, sounded like a pretty good deal, so he'll do just that.


This turned out to be A LOT longer then it intended to be, so another chapter will happen very soon (just need to polish it up. not gonna lie I was a bit lazy with this, so please inform me with any mistakes)

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