Hey guys! So, this is one of my first fanfics, so be gentle! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own assassination classroom. I wish I did though.

CHAPTER 1

Karma grinned as he sat in the back of classroom 3E. It was Friday and some of the students were planing on getting dinner together after school. It was a nice change of pace from back when he was in the normal school, when he didn't have any friends.

Things weren't perfect of course. He was still fairly distant from the rest of the class, and even though he would trust them with his life, there were a few secrets that he didn't feel comfortable sharing. Two in particular he kept between himself and one other person. But right now, he didn't want to worry about his problems. After all, it was almost time to leave and, despite him acting fairly unaffected by Nagisa's invitation to join him, Isogai and Kayano for their afternoon, Karma was genuinely excited about spending time with his friends outside of class.

LINE BREAK!

Karma grinned happily as he walked through his front lawn. Tonight had been great.

Not only had he and his friends had a great time, talking about everything ranging from baseball to assassination to weather Nagisa looked more like a girl than Kayano. (In the end it had been Karma for yes, Nagisa and Kayano for no, and Isogai for just ending the conversation because they were disturbing the other customers) but the food had been good too.

So Karma was feeling pretty at ease when he strode into his large house.

That was his first mistake.

"Where the hell were you?" Came the bellowing voice Karma knew all to well.

Why is he here? He was supposed to be in Germany for another three days.

"I was out with some friends from school. I didn't mean to stay out past curfew. I'm sorry Father."

"Sorry doesn't cover it boy! Not if you don't get a proper punishment for your actions!" Karma flinched despite himself at his fathers outburst.

"Please Father, I swear it won't happen again," Karma begged, staring down at his father's shoes. At this point he knew there was no getting out of this but it wouldn't hurt to try.

"I don't fucking believe you!" He cried out lunging forwards with a punch so fast Karma didn't even have time to think about dodging before he hit the ground with his nose bleeding freely.

Shit, that's broken. Karma thought stunned by the sheer force of the punch to the face. But his father wasn't done. Drawing back his leg, he kicked Karma in the chest so hard he could swear he heard a few ribs crack. Then he yanked him up by his collar with one hand before slamming Karma into the wall, causing spots to dance through his vision.

Karma coughed up some blood as tears started streaming down his face. His father just smirked a little as he hit him once more in the face, before dropping him to the ground, kicking him one more time for good measure.

"Be thankful I let you off easy this time. But don't expect any meals for the next few days. I want to make sure you learned your lesson," said Mr Akabane as his son struggled to stand up from his position on the floor. "Now what do we say for what I taught you?" He prompted, as Karma finally managed to stand somewhat upright.

Karma muttered something illegible under his breath and his father raised an eyebrow "what was that?" Karma grit his teeth and took a shaky breath before repeating

"Th-thank you F-Father" Mr Akabane smiled brightly before clapping his son on the back, right where he had been slammed against the wall. Karma made a small noise of pain before hurrying down the hallway and up the stairs to his room. There, he immediately closed and locked the door before heading to the private bathroom connected to his room.

Taking out his medical kit, Karma inspected himself in the mirror.

This was Karma's first secret. Everyone thought that his injuries were from the fights that he supposedly got into all the time. While it was true that Karma got into a few fights now and then, he certainly didn't get this beat up from them. Street fighters he could handle. They had no leverage on him. Nothing to hold him back with. His Father on the other hand was a different story entirely.

After a terrible car accident his mother fell into a coma. A coma she had stayed in ever since he was six. The only thing keeping her alive at this point was the hospital. And the only thing stopping the hospital from pulling the plug on her was his fathers money. And it had been made abundantly clear that that money could be taken away since the first time his father had broken Karma's nose.

Karma allowed a few tears to fall from his eyes as he thought of his mother. It was obvious that she was never going to wake up. She might as well be dead at this point. But Karma still couldn't bring himself to let her go. No matter how much pain it caused him, he would never let his mother die in there was something he could do to prevent it. And right now, his silence about his father's abuse was that something.

But as for the problem at hand, Karma knew there was no way he would be able to treat these wounds by himself. He contemplated for a moment just ending it right now. Thanks to his assassination classes, he knew right where to cut so that he would bleed out as quickly as possible. But he couldn't. If he died then there would be nothing holding his father back from puling the plug on his mother. And besides that, there were still a few things he had to live for.

Shoving the medical kit back in its cabinet, Karma slowly opened the window and climbed out onto the balcony before shimmying down the drain pipe into the yard below. He winced a little as the landing impacted his ribs.

Hurrying down the street, it took Karma about ten minutes to get to his destination. Walking through the front gates he came to the door.

It was Friday, meaning that the schools board meeting would still be going on. (Sometimes they lasted until one in the morning.) this meant that the person he needed to see would be alone. Taking a deep breath, Karma nocked on the door.

Ooh, who could it be? (I think we all know who it is.) I'm not sure when the next chapter will be coming out, because school runs my life, but I will try to get it up as soon as I can. Please review! It makes me happy. Constructive criticism is great, but no flames please. See you next chapter!

Ps. If you like pokemon, check out my other fanfic, assassin's life.