The Heart of an Assassin

by StarrySky0103

She's tired of it, being perfect; it all seemed pointless now. She craved excitement. And she was sure that she'd be able to find it within the notorious Class 3-E… even with that pest that came along. "Karma, if you don't stay at least 15 meters away from me, I'll slice your neck." "Your anger makes you look unbecoming. Oh, sorry; that's just your face." "I'LL KILL YOU!" KARMA/OC

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Assassination Classroom.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, this is my first fanfic for Assassination Classroom! I was upset to see that there were barely any fanfics in this archive, so I decided to write one myself!

5/19/15: THIS STORY WILL BE REWRITTEN! If you've read this before, then you can probably tell that I have changed the summary. I am planning on rewriting this in order to make it better and the summary was just the first part; hopefully it's better than the last one. I am going to try to make the OC less Mary-Sue-like and get a better grasp of her character. I'm already getting started on rewriting the prologue and the story will most likely be different than how I originally planned. I hope that all of you will enjoy the new version of The Heart of an Assassin when it comes out!

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"We create a mask to meet the masks of others.

Then we wonder why we cannot love,

Why we feel so alone."

-Anonymous

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PROLOGUE

*PLEASE READ UPDATED AUTHOR'S NOTE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!*

"That's not good enough, Yuki."

"You have to work harder."

"Saitou-san, when will you learn? That note was not an E."

"You will go far in life."

"Saitou! You're form is sloppy! Do it over!"

"Everything depends on you."

"Yuki, it doesn't matter if you don't like ballet, you are going to master it!"

"Saitou, I expect great things from you."

"No, no, no! How many times do I have to say this?!"

"Yuki, my little girl, you must be the best. You must be Daddy's perfect little angel."

"…Yes, Father."

That was what I said… But I'm tired of it. I don't want to be perfect. I can't be perfect. Nothing is ever good enough. No matter how hard I try, I will always be looked down upon. But that's why I wear a mask.

Masks. The things you wear to disguise yourself. To hide your true self… The thing that I wear to prevent from getting hurt… On the outside, I may seem like "a perfect little angel"... But on the inside... I'm an ugly demon with more sins than I can count. No one knows the real me. No one wants to see the real me. So I won't show them. I'll hide myself within the dark hell that is my life, so no one will see my blackened heart. Never again will I face such pain… Never again.