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Chapter 1
Prologue
My stomach turned, and clenched completely painful.
I stared up with wide eyes, and my mouth hung open. Was this really my new school? It's so big and shiny. I couldn't believe I had gotten into this school to begin with! Kunugigaoka Junior High School. The supposed school that will save me. Not that I believe that really. I had the worse grades in the world, and no school would touch me after I got kicked out of Elementary Junior back in Italy.
No, I wasn't a bad student. I've never broken a rule, nor have I ever stepped out of line before. No, I was the student that got expelled for not even reaching above 40% on any of my exams!
I failed time and time again.
I had caused so much trouble for my family. We had to move, so I could at least get some kind of education and we even had to leave our home country. We had to leave Italy to find a school that would take me.
We moved to Japan, which had the only school that would be willing to help me, to try and teach me. I was grateful for the opportunity but also very scared. What if I fail the system here too? What if Kunugigaoka Junior High School kicks me out after a month? What if I don't improve?
'Of course the reason that Kunugigaoka Junior High School would take somebody like me never crossed my mind back then.'
'I wonder what kind of school this is.' I thought to myself.
I pressed my lips together and breathed in deeply. Kunugigaoka Junior High School was so much bigger than my previous school, towering over with me with its imaginary bright demon eyes. It sent a cold chill down my spine.
Reaching up, I pushed my natural onyx hair out of my face and puffed my cheeks out. I was to meet the Principal, to discuss my stay in the school and my classes.
Apparently there was something important to discuss, before I could go to my class and start my studying.
'I have to at least improve a little.'
With a deep sigh, I tugged on the soft white hoodie I wore underneath my soft grey blazer. The uniform was strange. In Italy, we didn't have uniforms – not one's like this. They're tight, and itchy. My blazer, turned out to be rather baggy and so I was able to fit my favorite hoodie underneath. The sleeves weren't long enough, but that was okay as my hoodie sleeves covered most of my fingers.
'Well, at least Kunugigaoka Junior High School's uniform isn't like the others I saw during the weekend…' I added, glancing at one of the girls stalking past me. Not just that either. Why does everyone have this look on their face? Like they're programmed robots, following a system. All their faces are hard like stone, and was rather scary.
Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts away and slowly began to walk towards the school. Still, I couldn't help but glanced at the students advancing towards the school like blank canvas. It was rather unnerving. My heart pounding in my chest, I moved quicker through the hallway; of course, I had a little difficulty trying to read the signs around here. I ended up staring at one sign for at least ten minutes, trying to read the Japanese writing neatly looped across it. I swore, my head was beginning to feel like I had a stone in it.
We moved to Japan last week, but before then I had been trying to prepare myself. I read many textbooks on the Japanese language. I tried to learn as much as I can but now, I feel as if it went through one ear and out of the other.
"Are you lost?"
My ears burned, and I blinked a little in confusion. In perfect English, a voice filled my ears. It was lovely, I had to admit. It was soft, with an edge of firmness. Reminding me of a hidden iceberg hidden in the mist, which made my body shudder.
I blinked just a little, as I turned to face the person that over-towered me. Casting a shadow over my much smaller body, and immediately I felt my insides twitched with warmth. My stomach flipped, and my eyes widened so much that the surrounding skin burned. My lips twitched a little, and I found myself staring at the boy in awe.
He had the kind of face that would stop you in your tracks. I guessed he must be used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. I wondered how many times he had been confessed too? How many girls, or even boys for that matter had thrown themselves at him? I'm sure he had many people stare at him with glossy eyes. He was handsome alright, but inside he was beautiful. Something straight out a fairy-tale, and I almost leaned in just to look at him more closely.
A beautiful face. Well defined, with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones. The complexion of his skin going well with his ocean-like eyes.
Bright, neatly combed tangerine locks laid across his forehead, and making his beautiful periwinkle orbs stand out. They shined brightly, and made me weak weirdly. They were much like glass, kind of glossy which flashes as he clocked his head with a smile spreading across his face. His pink lips pulling into a smile I've never seen before.
"You… You speak English?" I found myself asking, in a high pitch-like tone that made my cheeks flush brightly from embarrassment. I wasn't expecting to run into anybody who could speak English so well, almost fluently.
I shivered, the boy seemed to stare straight through me and I suddenly had the urge to cover myself up. I nervously crossed my arms over my chest, and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Why did my mouth suddenly feel dry?
Lavender eyes glowing, the boy stepped towards me and I almost stepped back. It was like, like I was staring up at a god! I felt so small in front of him.
"Of course. It is one of the main languages we have to excel in." he said, with a low hum.
"Whoa." I muttered out stupidly.
I had the urge to hit myself over and over in the head. Was that really all I could say? Seriously? I was normally a people person, but this boy, there's something about him that I simply couldn't quite point out. Whatever it was, I had no idea.
A perfectly cut eyebrow raised, and those purple eyes narrowed down on me. Running over my form quietly, and almost as if he was judging me. It made me gulped thickly.
"You're not from around here. Are you?" he asked with a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I shook my head, and laughed sheepishly. Rubbing the back of my neck. "T-That was obvious, huh?" I meekly asked. Fidgeting on the spot.
"Of course, Kunugigaoka Junior High School prided itself on absolute perfection so it is easy to spot when imperfection is within boundaries. Perhaps you're at the wrong campus." The boy spoke with a smooth voice, and he smiled that smile again. He even closed his eyes briefly, almost as if he knew something I didn't and it made my stomach launched.
My cherry lips parted, and I stared blankly at him. Running the words through my mind quietly. 'W-Wait! Was that an insult? Did he just insult me? What does he mean by campus? Unless this isn't the right school after all!' I thought in a panic, feeling my body heated up. I trembled a little on the spot, and gaped at him. Had I really gotten lost on the first day?
Brushing the thoughts off, I frowned and puffed out my cheeks. "Well actually! I'm a new transfer student. I'm supposed to be starting today – only I can't find the Principal office…" I said.
I had started with confidence, but then I sagged as I remembered I couldn't read Japanese that well. That I was lost in this Kunugigaoka Junior High School. I tried to hold my chin up but couldn't help feeling depressed as I thought of my situation.
Kunugigaoka Junior High School prided itself with perfection? If so, then how in the world did I get into such a school? My grades are nowhere close to perfection. They hardly even met below average.
Still, this guy was hard to read and I didn't like people that I can't read.
"Um. So please! Can you direct me to the Principal office?" I yelped out, trying to look at him in the eye but found myself looking down at the ground. Unable to.
'I'm sure we've gained quite a few looks from the other students by now.'
A rather scary smirk appeared on his face, and the boy stared at me like I was gum on his show.
I reeled inside, and curled my arms up. I've never been looked at like that before, and it terrified me. Did I insult him somehow? I don't understand? Why was he staring at me with such dark eyes? I've only just met him for goodness sake!
'How could he dislike me already?'
He snorted, and crossed his arms. His lips pulling into a wide, and even tighter smile than before. His eyes flashed, and he cocked his head to the side. However, within one second, it was gone. He appeared and even felt like a damn Prince out of a shoujo manga.
"Ah. I see. Well then, follow me and I'll bring you immediately to the Principal Office." He said in a tone that made me bowed my head to him.
I nodded once, and stared at the back of his head. He began to lead me through the sea of students, all giving me strange and quite scary looks while we passed. I tried to make myself looked as small as possible, hunching myself and keeping my arms to my chest. Meekly looking at them with large eyes.
He didn't say much, but he kept that intimidating smile upon his face. He seemed to ignore most of the students here, and the students tried desperately to stay out of his way. Only a few chosen ones, I guessed he acknowledged. Just by smirking at them, and the said students would bow their heads to him. All of which gave me a daunting look. Understandable. I was cowering behind him.
Honestly, I felt a little disappointed in myself when we finally made it to the door. It really wasn't far from the entry of the school. I had walked straight past it, and that was mortifying!
'And there's no way in hell I'm going to let this boy knew that!'
The boy paused near me, and gave me another look over. Like he was searching for something. I hadn't the faintest idea what. I'm rather plain looking, other than my Italian natural black hair. Still, I felt my cheeks flush as he smirked in amusement. What in the world could he had found amusing?
"A word of advice. Mousy." He suddenly said.
The tone of voice he used, it pushed down whatever words that wanted to come up my throat. I just stared up at him awkwardly. What advice could he give me? "You should be careful of who you decide to trust here, little Mouse. Privacy is a privilege that only goes to one who can secure it."
I blinked, once and then twice. My mouth opened, and I stared confusingly. 'Was…was that some kind warning? For what exactly? It wasn't like I was conspiring here or anything! What's with this guy?' I frowned, but nodded slowly.
Seeing that I wasn't going to talk, the boy smirked even wider if it were still possible and patted me on the head. Digging his fingers quite painfully into my head. It only lasted for second. He turned and walked off down the corridor most likely to his class.
"Use your brain next time, if you have one that is. Don't get lost." He snickered sinfully over his shoulder, and I found my face turning bright red from his words. Even a few students had paused to stare at me in disbelief. I ended up ducking my head, horrified.
'What's that guy's problem?' I thought, and clenched my hands tightly.
I pressed my fingers into the sensitive skin of my hands. With a low grumble, I shook my head and pushed my hair out of my face. I glanced up at the Principal's office. At least I found it – even if it wasn't exactly the way I would have liked.
Gathering as much courage as possible, I reached out and lightly tapped my knuckles against the posh wood of the door. I bit at my bottom lip, feeling quite nervous. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, especially after meeting who I assumed was the most popular boy in the school. Why else would he act so, well, as if I was a mere bug to him? Unless he was one of those entitled princes of school! Very much like one of those characters out of manga. Like the school was filled completely with actors – maybe some better than others? Immediately I felt my heart jump as the door squawked as it slid open. Gulping, with my shoulders hunched, I slowly shovelled forward and stepped in. Making sure I closed the door behind me. I anxiously, glanced around the office, it was quite large – no, very large in open windows and one of the largest, and expensive desks I've ever seen.
"Otto Danforth?"
The man spoke, his voice was very charming and soft. It almost made me melt, and I gulped. Feeling as if my mouth had suddenly become dry as I looked upon who I could only guess was the Principal of the school. Principal of Kunugigaoka Junior High School.
Dark tousled amber locks were pushed off his forehead, and seemed to curl on either sides of his face. I wasn't sure if it were messy at the back, but at the front it looked rather neatly kept together.
He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, they should be illegal. Then, his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby indigo, that could easily be mistaken for blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green. This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had distinctive cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome. His lips were pale and thin and his nose slender and rounded.
A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. He was an Adonis among the other men who each pale in comparison. One look and both women and men swooned at the sight of him no matter their sexual preferences and one word passed from his lips had even the straightest of men flushing shades of red that no one ever knew was naturally possible.
And yet, as I stared, I couldn't help but wonder if I've seen his face before. I couldn't recall where but I knew I had. It was like a little nagging voice in the back of my mind, and I knew I'm going to feel very stupid when I make the connection.
Face becoming hot once again, I bowed much like how my mother taught me before I left for the hours long travel. "A-Ah. Y-Yes sir!" I squealed out, mortified that I had been staring for so long. My hands felt sweat and clammy at my sides, shaking a little as I curled my lips tightly together.
Dressed smartly and professionally, the Principal eased himself up and walked around the desk. I watched in pure amazement and awe. He walked with a strange aura around him, I didn't know how to describe it. It was as if a real life King stood in front of me, and I knew how stupid that may have sounded.
"Danforth-san, please, Take a sit." He said coolly. Smiling cunningly at me and leaning back to rest against the front of his desk.
Meekly, I nodded and did as I was told. I sat with my legs and arms pressed tightly together, as if an invisible coil was wrapped around them. I didn't know where to look, and my heart was beating so much that I could hear it echoing through my head making me feel a little sick honestly. If my memory served correctly, then this man would be Asano Gakuho. The chairman of the school. He owned it, and I truly didn't see why he accepted me into such a prestigious school to begin with.
"We're honoured to welcome you to our little…community." He said with a deep voice, filled with a hidden meaning that sent a cold chill up my spine.
He sent a smile down at me, a smile that spoke many words but I couldn't comprehend a single one of them. Instead, I slowly nodded mutely in fear I'd make a fool of myself and say something completely stupid again. He tapped his fingers a little against his desk, and his lips pulled into a secretive smirk. The kind you would usually see on television.
I shook my head, and breathed deeply. "U-Um sir? If I were to-to ask, why was I accepted? I m-mean, my grades aren't the best." I forced out, and let out a soft wheeze as I questioned.
I hadn't had the slightest idea why I felt so terrified in front of the man. My chest tightened, and I clenched my hands shut.
Asano-san's eyes narrowed, and let out a low chuckle. "Well. You see, there is method we use in this school. Danforth-san. One that is very important and you will do very well by following it. If you do not, then I am afraid I'll have to punish you. Thanks to it, our students' acceptance rate into top universities is extremely high." He explained. The shadows within the office seemed to dance around him.
I blinked slowly, and my nose twitched.
"A method?" I repeated slowly, trying to piece the puzzle parts together in my head. The way he spoke, it was like there was something important laced within his words and oddly, it made my head spin.
'What kind of method do they used to make sure their students excel?' I wondered to myself deeply. Immediately, that boy from this morning appeared in my mind and I tried not to frown. Could this method be what he meant? Or what he found funny?
Another chuckle grumbled out from his throat. Asano-san cluck his tongue, and tilted his head back. Staring at me with his lavender eyes, which led me to duck my head. "You see, we have a – let's say a special program for students such as yourself. 3-E, is what the class you will be in is called."
"Class 3-E?" I repeated to myself, murmuring the name under my breath. When I read the book we received about Kunugigaoka Junior High School. It listed all the classes and lesson. Not one page was about 3-E.
"This is preparation for the real world, so to speak. Now is our chance to instill in them the will to avoid being failures. Sadly enough, people develop the most when they have someone else to discriminate against and scorn. I always act based on reason. I want my students to do well, and they will if they have something pushing them, something that they fear." Asano said, ignoring my little slip and staring down at me with narrowed dark eyes. Like he was silently challenging me, for what? I don't know.
Asano-san tilted his head to the side, his dark hair falling into his dark purple eyes. "They work hard, or they will fall into the futile 3-E."
"Futile? Pointless class…so, I will be joining a class that…that represents the failures of the school? To help encourage your cleverer students?" 'I found myself yelping out. My normally soft toned voice creaking and pitching as I spoke. My eyes blowing out wide, and my mouth moved much like a fish as I processed the information.
I was supposed to come to school, and-and, well be the punching bag for the rest of the school? To remind them what would happen if they didn't study hard enough? I was to be a nobody in Kunugigaoka Junior High School or was it a reminder to us, the students of 3-E what would happen if you just weren't smart enough?
"Yes. There is no need to work hard, you simply just need to show up and present yourself. There will be exams, but you don't need to worry about them. Just make sure you write your name down, and that is it."
I just stared at the Chairman in disbelief. He was serious. I could see it on his face, and hear it in his voice. This was what he expected from me but what about lessons and learning! What would happen after I leave this school and go into High School? Will there be the same class in that school too? And what about college?
"Oh…"
Was all that I could let out. I felt numbed, and stupid. Of course. Why else would I have been accepted into a school in the first place? Unless there was a reason why, I wouldn't have had. Now I saw why.
"I see."
The chairman nodded to me, and smiled widely and brightly. "I'm glad to see that we're on the same page." He chuckled before there was a soft knock at the door, which gained both our attention. I stared in curiosity.
A man. Another handsome man appeared, he was roughly the same height of Asano-san. Neatly, thin black hair pushed of his face. He had a sharp face, with narrowed dark eyes that just stared into my soul. He stepped into the room, and frowned deeply as he switched glances between myself and the Principal.
"Danforth-san, this is Karasuma-sensei. He is here to take you to your new class, as well as inform you of something important." He explained, waving his hand somewhat lazily towards the daunting man.
'Seriously! Was everyone some kind of a character coming out of a television program?' Dressed fully in pitch black clothes, he looked as if he belonged on a special OPTS team. I was a little star struck as I studied him head to toe. Was it weird to say I felt quite giddy all of a sudden?
I felt a thick lump formed in my throat as I stared at him. Watching nervously, and anxiously as he walked further into the room. He glared at the chairman briefly, who returned the look with amusement. I shuddered, feeling the tension quickly fill the air and I hunched my shoulders. Especially when he turned to look at me, narrowing his eyes down my much smaller form. Rolling his eyes up and down my body, as if he was looking for something but whatever it was, he seemed to find it and nodded to himself.
A polite smile appeared across his face. His eyes flashed a little, and walked towards me, holding out his hand to me. "Good morning Danforth-san. My name is Karasuma, the physical education instructor for your new class. " He said with a deep, and firm voice that had some kind of an edge to it. Immediately I felt much more relaxed than I did when it was just myself and the Principal.
Taking his hand, I forced a strain smile across my face and placed my smaller hand into his. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion as I felt him squeeze my hand before he flipped it over and gazed down with a calculating stare.
"I-Is something wrong?" I asked slowly.
My stomach launched, and coiled in confusion. Something was not right. I'm just in a normal school, aren't I? Why was he staring at me like I could plunge a knife deep into their gut without a single thought? I don't understand. Had I done something bad? Had I unknowingly provoked him?
Suddenly the man's eyebrows raised to his hairline and his eyes shot over to the Chairman. Staring with narrowed, dark but disbelief eyes. His lips opened before setting into a firm line, an almost angry or upset scrawl appeared across his face. I couldn't tell, or be sure.
"You haven't told him." He suddenly grunted out, with a stony expression appear upon his face. His eyes sent a freezing cold chill down my spine.
Asano-san let out a grumble of laughter. "Of course not. I didn't want to scare our new student already. Especially with the target still loose." He snickered, a wide but deadly smirk upon his face. I felt my heart dropped. I felt more than confused. What were they talking about? What target? What would scare me so much?
Frowning even deeper than before, I reached up and scratched at the back of my head. "Um... Excuse me? But I don't quite follow? What would be so important that I should know?" I forced myself to ask, looking between the two powerful men in the room and gulped when both their eyes slid onto me. It was almost like I was being stared down by a pair of hungry predators – battling over their territory.
Karasuma-sensei inhaled sharply, and sighed. Running his hand down his face, and glared coldheartedly at the other man before turning to face me. "Honestly. I am quite surprised that you were accepted into this school. I'm surprised that another student has been forced into this situation - especially one with no skill. Please don't feel offended by this, as class 3-E isn't exactly like normal classes." He tried to explain the best way he could. He shot another glare at the Principal as he spoke his words, and I could feel his blood boiling under his skin. He obviously hated Asano-san with great passion.
'Obviously. 3-E is a class room filled with the school's failures. To remind everyone else what will happen if they do focus and study. What else is there?' I thought with a small pout crossing my lips, and I sighed softly. I really wasn't sure what he meant. I tried to keep up, but it was difficult. It was obvious he was choosing his words carefully. Making sure not to let out too much information.
I tilted my head, and stared up at him with my large emerald eyes. "Um. Sensei? Why do I have the feeling this class isn't going to be what I expected it to be?" I muttered.
I had a feeling that there was more to this class then meet the eyes. It was not just, well, presenting yourself as a failure to the smarter students. Seeing how my new teacher seemed to relax considerably, or something like that, I really couldn't tell – seemed I hit the nail right on the head.
"I am Karasuma from the Ministry of Defense." Karasuma-sensei finally said, and my eyes widened so much that they began to burn and sting. Why in the world would the ministry of defense be here in a school for?
Suddenly, Asano-san clapped his hands together. I twirled my head at him so fast that it burned the back of my neck. "Danforth-san. I wanted to be the first to welcome you to Kunugigaoka Junior High School. Trust me, I welcome you with open arms."
"Quite recently, the Japanese government have chosen class 3-E to train in art of assassination." He smirked widely. I swore I could see fangs poking out of his mouth.
'Assassination!'
Assassins. Were they serious?
Silence filled the air. I felt as if my whole being had been shot by lightning. My fingertips felt numbed, and I blinked slowly. My eyes twitched, and my chest tightened.
'Did… Did he just say Assassination? A-As in Assassins?' I thought, my lips locked into a tight line and I felt my insides twisted.
Was-Was this a joke? I stared blankly at the Principal. This had to be a prank or something but why would they prank somebody like me? Asano-san looked amused though, so I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. I spun my head around to look at Karasuma-Sensei. Stone-cold seriousness. It was sitting on his face. I couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking me. My heart was racing and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save me!
'They're not joking! They're serious! It's real!'
'But why!'
My heart suddenly started raging with pure fear. I am scared. So, very scared. The fear sat on me like a pillow over my mouth and nose. Enough air got by it, allowing my body to keep functioning, but it's crippling all the same. I walked, I talked, I smiled like I always did, but my insides were dying slowly.
There wasn't an adult I know who could handle this, the chance that every day someone their size or bigger could attack them with or without a weapon - but that's what I am told to do. My palms were sweaty and the adrenaline coursing through my system was shutting down my ability to think logically. I wanted to run!
'I'm going to be joining a class filled with assassins! I could be-be assassinated at any moment!'
I stared up at Karasuma-Sensei. My hands twitched, and became clammy as I remembered the time I shook his hand. I could feel numerous callouses on his hands and he had power too, if he wanted to, he could easily crush my hand with his grip. In fact, both could kill me without a second thought! Just what had I walked in to? How did I even get into this school!
How did I get into a class for assassins? I'm not an assassin or anything! In fact, now that I think about it, how did we even get those forms for this school in the first place? Where did we hear about this school? Strangely, I couldn't remember and that scared me beyond compare!
"Ah. Do not fear, Danforth-san. Nobody will hurt you here, you are strictly off-limits. As long as you stay out of the student's way, and don't make trouble, I'm sure you won't make it onto anybody's hit list." Asano-san supplied brightly, too brightly for my liking. I felt my knees buckled underneath me.
"I-I don't suppose I c-can just…just drop out? C-Could I?" I timidly asked.
My voice cracking, and I flinched at my own words. This is just my luck, and it wasn't fair! I just wanted to go to school! To try and study! To be taught! Why did this happen to me?
"Unfortunately, we cannot allow that. This school is a highly classified secret of the government. It's best if we put you where we can keep an eye on you. Imagine the frenzy the public would have if they found out about our school? Hmm?" The Principal spoke with a deep, and dark voice.
I shuddered, and wished I could go and hide. I opened my mouth to protest when the man held his hand out to stop me and he smirked twisty.
"Ah. I know what you'll say; 'I promise I won't tell anybody!' But how can we guarantee that? We really can't." he said, shrugging his shoulders as he walked back around his desk. Returning to his rightful seat.
"I'll be bluntly honest with you, Danforth-san, as it seems you deserve an explanation for this mix-up. It seems that you had accidentally slipped right into our system. Your name is very similar to another transfer student, a real assassin that was to join our school - joining class 3-E therefore you were accepted into our school based on the idea of you being this very student. However, I only found that we made the mistake this morning - by then you already knew of our school and we couldn't allow somebody who found out about this school to walk away freely. If you understand what I mean, Danforth-san?" Asano-san said, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward. Digging his elbows into his desk and cocking his head to the side. He spoke with light, and almost happy tone of voice but yet his eyes shined with something much more deadly.
"Danforth-san. You have already been enrolled into our school. You are now in the system. I do hope you have a pleasant time here with us." He added deeply.
His words made no sense to me. I felt more confused then ever before. 'The Japanese government have chosen class 3-E to train in art of assassination b-but why? Why would they chose to train a class of-of failures? Of rejects? Why do I have to join this class of all things!'
I gasped for breath. Feeling as if I was short of breath, like there was a thick rope around my throat. I was to attend this school! This school that was filled with training killers, without telling a soul? Without speaking of what Kunugigaoka Junior High School really was? All because they thought I was some other trained assassin that was enrolling into the school? It was too late for me to drop out – definitely now. What am I going to do?
I'm trapped! Like a mouse! Surrounded by dangerous carnivorous predators!
"Karasuma-san. If you, please?" Asano-san asked. Well, it was more like an order then a request.
Karasuma grunted, his lips twisted and he inhaled sharply. He nodded, but upon his face clearly read 'this isn't over'. He obviously didn't believe the man's excuse for allowing something so dangerous to happen. Either way, the man had no choice but to accept it. He nodded his head once more, and turned away from him.
I was struggling to keep down my tears. I really felt scared and confused. It was truly like me walking straight into some kind of a horror novel. My heart was beating so hard that it hurt! My head felt heavy too. Just what was I going to do? As long as I stay out of everyone's way, I'll be safe? What if I piss somebody off by mistake? Would that person cut my throat? I was honestly terrified by this.
I hardly even realized the man's hand gently taking my shoulder, I only knew I was being led out of the office. I had no idea where we were going, my feet just moved along with the man. I had no choice but to go wherever he wanted me to go. I had to be schooled here. I couldn't even talk to my mum, or grandparents about it! It was forbidden and if I did, I get the feeling it wouldn't end well for me. All I could do was keep quiet and go along with it.
"Danforth-san. Take my word. You'll be perfectly safe here. Trust me. If it makes you feel any better, you'll be placed under my protection while you study here at Kunugigaoka Junior High School."
Karasuma-Sensei uttered out, and I finally snapped out of my thoughts. I blinked furiously, pushing the tears away and sniffling a little. My nose felt stuffy, and my mouth was rather dry, I noted.
Seeing that I wasn't going to reply, the man sighed deeply and rubbed the back of his neck. "Trust me. Your class isn't the best class of assassins there is, but while you're here, you have your teachers to look out for you. You're very safe here."
'My teachers?' I wondered. How many teachers will I get? Well, he did say he was the one for P.E. I wonder what the other teachers would be like there.
Snapping out my thoughts when I felt a bitter cold breeze passed me. I shivered, and felt my nose twitched with an incoming sneeze. I wanted to sneeze, but held it back. I winced and glanced around myself as we walked. At least it wasn't raining anymore, the sky had begun to clear up. Only a few dark clouds were still visible. "Um. Why are we outside?" I asked out loud. My voice broke somewhat painfully, revealing that I had almost cried but the man paid no attention to it. I turned to look up at him with curiosity.
"Well. The classes for the 3-E students aren't held in the main building. There's another building that holds them. Don't worry, you'll see soon enough." Karasuma explained quietly. He closes his eyes briefly, seeming quite tired. I wonder if it was exhausting, being an assassin.
'I-I guess that makes s-sense...3-E is now a class of assassins...'
Still, I frowned once more and turned my attention to look ahead of myself. I avoided looking at any of the students. It was strange, it was like I was on a brand new planet and the normal humans I had grown accustomed to had transformed into these gruesome creatures.
All fangs and claws, drool dripping from their fangs and hungry burning crimson eyes glowing dangerously. It terrified me. My body felt heavy and every footstep I made felt as if I had thick chains around them. It was like I had a thick and heavy target strapped to my back suddenly. Eyes, those blood thirsty eyes were glued to my body. I watched my feet took steps across the glossy tiles, my dusty canvas sneakers next to the shined pointed-toe leather shoes of passing students.
"Outside?" I asked softly.
I kept my head down, and refused to look around myself any more. My stomach charmed with worry. I might not make it home today! Sorry, Mama…
The professional assassin held his head high, and stared at nothing with a transfixed expression. He had a way of walking that made him seem perpetually in a hurry. His steps weren't long but they were rapid. Like a speed-walker without that odd twisting motion they make.
It really unnerved me. Seeing that he wasn't going to answer me, I kept my head down and followed him quietly. I wondered just where this outdoor class was. It couldn't be far from the main building right? Surely we would get there soon.
Truthfully, I feel like I'm going to die! My legs were burning, as if acid itself had been spilled across my soft sensitive white skin. Even though it was a rather cold and crisped day, I felt hot. Heat licked at my white face and coiled around my limbs like a great hot-blooded serpent.
The ground smoldered and sent up a disorientating haze. Even the birds were silent and the grass shone from the rain but I knew even if I laid in it, the wet grass wouldn't do anything for my sweaty body. Shortness of breath is the first sign. I'm breathing but the air just wouldn't go in, like my lungs are surrounded by metal bands.
I was bleary-eyed, and I really couldn't breathe. It was like there was something down my throat, a fishing hook yanking the breath out of my small body. I feel as though energy was constantly being drained out of me, as though I'm leaking electricity. My tiredness makes me hang limp like wet laundry on a cold still day. I feel like every muscle is giving into gravity.
My heart was beating harshly, and it sent horrible vibrations up my throat. My view kept becoming fuzzy, and my head spun with every footstep I made. I felt as if I was just about to fall to the ground with no more feeling in my muscles. No more strength to keep me up right.
I groaned to myself, I felt gross – disgusting even. My hair lies like a second skin over my cheeks and I look as if I were just caught in a sudden storm, I let myself step off the exercise machine. My legs were empty and there was a rising feeling of nausea from my stomach. In the haze of the afternoon, I could feel the loose shirt start to cling to my back in places that nobody wanted to know about.
Panting deeply, I forced myself to trail after Karasuma-Sensei and I couldn't help but feel resentment towards the man. How could he look so refreshed? After walking all this way? He didn't even look tired! Or sweaty! He looked as good as new even! Seriously, we walked up a bloody mountain! We had even tracked through a forest, and let me tell you – that was one of the scariest forests I've ever seen or been! Deadly snakes, and bridges that could and would just collapse under you!
'We're not even near the main building anymore!' I realized, glancing back over my shoulder.
I couldn't even see the building anymore; it was hidden by thick trees. I couldn't believe he was serious when he brought me to the trail leading into the forest, but he was the teacher and I forced myself to follow him. This was one messed up school system.
"We're here." Karasuma-Sensei said. Swiftly coming to a stop, and I almost walked right into his back if I didn't stop in time.
My legs instantly gave out on me, and I gasped for breath. My whole body ached, burned all over. I had never walked so much in my whole pitiful life. Why was the school so far from the main building again? Slowly, I raised my head with a groan. My throat felt itchy and dry. Immediately, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and my jaw dropped in pure shock. My eyes widened in astonishment, was I seeing things right?
'This is my school?'
I wondered, and turned to glance up at Karasuma-Sensei, to see if this was a joke but his face was stone-blank like before. This was not a joke. This was to be my new school, the school I had to attend with other students, with assassins. This was the building that all Kunugigaoka's failures attended.
It was nowhere as big as the main building. Looking really like a medium sized cottage instead. Made out of wood, that looks like it was beginning to fall apart. Chipping and becoming moldy with every passing season. The steps didn't even look reliable to step on. I was worried that I'd fall straight through if I tried. At least the building had wide windows that let in a lot of sunshine during the summer.
Licking at my lips, I carefully got back to my feet and stretched my sore legs out. I blinked a little, and glanced around myself. I turned to look at the supposed yard of the school. It was grassy, very grassy and overgrown with small stones located about. Sitting quite happily in spots, and I could almost imagine a few poor students tripping over them but as soon as the image entered my mind, I shot it down quickly. What kind of assassin would be so foolish to trip over a mere stone?
"This way Danforth-san." Karasuma-Sensei spoke firmly, and glanced down at me from the corner of his eyes. I blinked slowly and gulped, but nodded nonetheless. Following him up the steps, I was careful enough with my own steps as I swore, one wrong move and I'd fall straight through the wood. It even squealed under my weight.
Inhaling sharply, I followed the tall black haired male up to the door. The wooden building was quiet, not a sound in it and it scared me. In contrast to the main building, it had sounds bouncing off all walls and students were everywhere. While here, I hadn't seen a single student yet, and there wasn't any sound coming throughout the empty corridors? It was rather cold too. I silently followed him, wondering what my class would be like. My classmates – I don't even want to think about it.
"The teachers' lounge?" I mumbled softly.
I looked at the door I stopped in front of. Granted, I couldn't quite read Japanese, but I recognized a few characters. One being 'teacher' so the sign on the door was rather easy to understand. I wonder what kind of teachers are inside, what kind of teachers would be here? Probably the lazy ones, as they don't really do much to teach but then again, Karasuma-Sensei didn't look like the type who would laze around.
Pushing my smoky dark hair out of my face, I inhaled softly and peeked through the tiny gap. I swallowed, before following the man into the room. It was empty, and I frowned. Why was the room empty? Shouldn't there be at least another one or two teachers in here? Or was the class taught by one teacher only?
No, Karasuma-Sensei is a P. E teacher. I frowned in confusion, and then scratched at the side of my head. The room wasn't the biggest, it was quite small in comparison to the one back at my old school. It had a large wooden table in the middle, packed with papers, books and a single old model computer. Four old wooden chairs were placed around the table, and a single window was across from me. Thrown open and letting in salty air.
"Um. Sir?" I meekly asked, ducking my head as I peered up at him nervously. He could easily kill me, and this was the perfect place to do it. No witness and nobody in sight for miles.
Karasuma-Sensei shifted on his weight. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned. "Danforth-san. Why don't you sit? I have one more thing to talk to you about, before you can go into your new class." He said with a soft, but firm tone of voice.
A tone that left no room for argument and all I could do was nod mutely, and do what I was told. I sat on one of the wooden chairs. What could he possibly had to tell me?
My brain had enough aching with what I had found out already. I was a mouse now trapped in a large white metal box, trapping me from the outside world. What could beat finding out your new school was a school for future assassins? Or finding out you've been locked up and not allowed out? What could beat the warning of talking and then being killed? I wondered, I was already hung up above a whirlpool – What else could there be?
"Um, Sensei…I already know one secret, I'm not allowed to talk about…I don't think I can handle another…" I finally forced out. I bit at my bottom lip and clenching my knees tightly, pressing my fingers into the hardened surface. My knuckles turning white.
I jumped, jolting on the spot when I felt a hand suddenly be placed upon my head.
"Danforth-san. I know you're confused, and I understand your situation. I do. Trust me, I'm as confused as you are on this mess and I will be looking into it, no matter what excuse the Chairman uses. However, in the meantime, you've got to deal with it now. By being placed into Class E, you are coming into an international secret. I believe I don't have to go over the details of not discussing it with anyone." He said firmly, and I shuddered, nodding my head furiously.
"Now. Despite what the Chairman has said. There will be lessons. English, Math, Science, Geography, History and in your case, Japanese. Furthermore, assassination lessons, you are to sit out and focus solely on your studying." Karasuma-Sensei explained, sighing softly and rubbed the back of his neck slowly.
He was dead serious too, his expression said every word he spoke was nothing but the truth. This man probably never uttered a single joke in his life but it just sounded so unreal. Still I let out a sigh of relief upon not having to join in on these assassination lessons. I honestly don't think I could be a good assassin - at all!
The professional assassin suddenly arched his back and crossed his arms behind said back. His shoulders raised then lowered. "Danforth-san. Your teacher has already been informed of your situation and has agreed to help you solely on your studying only. He has also agreed to keep you perfectly safe while you're at this school."
I tilted my head thoughtfully. How can the teacher already know, when it only happened this morning? I didn't see anybody on the way up to the school? I parted my lips, to question about this mysterious teacher and what this had got to do with another international secret, when suddenly the room became incredibly cold. A gush of wind blew into the room, through the open window sending papers flying everywhere. I felt a chill ran down my spine, and I yelped loudly. The room wailed in response to something entering the room.
Before I could even make sound, bright lemon coloured tentacles hovered around my shoulders. I blinked at them before I lifted my head to find a large round alien-like face grinning down at me.
My body flared up, and my eyes grew so wide that the surrounding skin burned and my jaw dropped in pure fear and surprise. Embarrassingly, I let out a squeal of a scream and leaped to my feet; tripping over them and landing against the wall with a loud thundering thud. My heart was pounding, and I gasped for a breath. Just staring with unmoving eyes. I gazed up at the creature, wiggling side to side; its long tentacles moving through the air all around itself.
"W-W-W-W-W-What?" I squealed out.
I couldn't even form any words coherently.
Just what was that? Was it real? Or was I just seeing things?
Maybe I had eaten something that messed my vision up or something? Either way, there was a large yellow octopus-like alien in front of me.
Almost dancing within the air across from me, a large happy-go-lucky grin sat upon his face. I-Is that why...3-E was chosen to be trained?
"Danforth-san. Meet your teacher…Koro-sensei."
My first chapter! Done!
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