A/N: I don't own anything besides my OCs.

(Surprisingly I'm continuing this…)

Chapter 1

Is this really the Black Class I once knew?

Out of all the people they could've chosen… It had to be me. Someone who had survived the dark sides of Black Class. The torture of it… Of watching your classmates, no... a fellow assassin with a good reason to be there, get expelled by me. They had a wish of something they desperately needed to come true and I washed all hope away with a swing of a fist.

The fear of it… Of risking my own damn life in order to keep the target alive for no particular reason except one and that one thing drove me crazy. I still remember my classmates' faces when they saw me in front of them and not the target.

Finally… The blood lust of Black Class. How thinking of killing someone was scary yet pleasing at the time. The way my former sensei taught me about being an assassin was that all assassins had a very sadistic side of them. That when they kill, it pleases them in some form or way. If an assassin doesn't feel that way, then they wouldn't last long enough in the job nor will their mental abilities.

So here I am in Myoujou Academy sitting in the last row near the window of the classroom, ready to kill myself. I was here for 4 weeks, 2 weeks since Black Class started and a week since the mission of these assassins began. No one has sent their notice yet which was the reason why I wanted to kill myself. There was no drama or anything interesting unlike my Class Black. The only thing interesting is how much these girls were head over heels for each other.

Groaning, I started making circles on my temples to calm down the current headache I was having. It felt like I was with a bunch of sadistic, weird high school girls in love with each other.

"How did I end up judging this group of Black Class? Why couldn't I just waited another three years to judge? Ugh, at this rate no one would probably participate since they don't want the risk of getting expelled and leave their "lover" behind. I would have to kill the target last minute," I mumbled quietly to myself as I looked around the room to see what were these girls doing at the moment.

Let's see here… I looked over to the target and her protector. Haru Ichinose and Tokaku Azuma, who were both chatting… Well actually it's more like Haru talking and Tokaku responding with blunt responses and staring at her phone. Now, I found it interesting that Tokaku requested to become Haru's protector considering she's an Azuma. From what I've heard on the streets, they weren't people to take lightly when it came to assassinations. I was hoping I could see this one in action, but hope was lost when not only did she become a protector, but no one is showing any signs of sending out a notice.

Thinking various plans on how to get this going, I looked over to see the short midget, who is probably a little piece of shit behind that cute girl facade, Hitsugi Kirigaya with the lioness prince-like Chitaru Namatame. They were, once again, holding hands and chatting like they were normal students, or maybe even a couple considering they do hold hands a lot. I seriously wonder how they'd end up in this death game. They look like people who deserve to be in the world of the sun, not of the rotten sea. I shrugged. The chairwoman told me she would send me their application info along with what they their wish was after the secret orientation I'm suppose to host tonight. If I ever make my announcement that is...

Murmuring to myself, I looked over to the two girls who seemed to be fighting over a pair of glasses. The purple haired girl was holding the glasses as high as her arm could reach while the other was desperately trying to snatch it back. The purpled haired girl, or Jack the Ripper of the 21st Century, was Otoya Takechi. The other one, whom I'd like to nickname Fluffy Pup for no apparent reason but that her hair looks fluffy and she reminds me of a puppy, was Shiena Kenmochi. Humming, I knew that I'd be probably proven wrong about the target graduating without anyone sending out a notice since Jack the Ripper of the 21st Century was in this class and knowing the way she kills…

I shook my head. I shouldn't really worry about it too much, I'm not the target after all. I turned my attention towards the front of the room. A pink-haired big boobed lady was sitting on top of her desk filing her nails. Along with one of my most trusted friends, Haruki Sagae, who was leaning on it right behind her eating pocky while attempting to start a conversation with the big boobed lady. I was surprised to hear that Haruki was joining this boring class, since she hates killing others for the benefit of her family. I guess the reward for killing the target was the reason why she did it anyways.

I watched as Haruki had one of her trademark smiles and probably is telling her a cheesy joke or pickup line cause the lady, Isuke Inukai, gave her a pout that was accompanied by a small blush. Haruki laughed, totally oblivious by the blush and how Inukai pouted. I scoffed. Don't tell me Haruki was into this high class rich snob. I mean, it was slightly a good thing since Inukai was a Oujo-sama so if Haruki ended getting together with her… Then again Haruki was a very noble person. She never uses people it was mostly the other way around. People used Haruki, and I hated that.

Scowling, I turned my attention to the others. A blue haired girl with a black headband, Suzu Shotou, seemed to be watching Kouko Kaminaga reading a book while trying to talk to her. Suzu seemed rather fond of Kouko for the past two days I've been watching this class. I shrugged and sighed turning my attention elsewhere, specifically towards another Oujo-sama and a very shy girl who reminds me of a small puppy. After all, I get to see what they do in their dorm rooms, if I wanted to, which I do since curiosity is getting the better of me. I could've seen it a week ago but I decided to respect their privacy.

The other Oujo-sama, Sumeriko Hanabusa, was once again chatting with Mahiru Banba, who struggled to speak to the rich girl. Probably asking if she would like to join her to a cup of tea, not surprising. Sumeriko is probably gay for Mahiru since she still is trying to get that girl to have some tea with her.

Sighing deeply, I relaxed against my chair and I stared up at the ceiling. Seriously, how did I end up being stuck with these people? It's more like a love fest than a death game. Groaning at how much of an idiot I am to accept this invitation almost immediately, I began to reminisce about how this whole thing started…

4 weeks earlier…

"Oi! Natsuki!" I turned my head to see a girl around my age with red hair tied up into a messy ponytail and clips on her bangs. The said girl wore a black-collared beige jacket over a white buttoned shirt and a red plaid bow with a red plaid skirt to match.

A stick of chocolate pocky was in her mouth as she waved to me with a smile. Her golden eyes showed the same happiness and excitement like it did the other day. Mentally sighing, I walked over the table she was sitting with my own small smile. Geez, this girl couldn't stop smiling or being all happy and stuff. I bet she smiles in her sleep and dreams happy thoughts. Although... I knew this was a facade to try and hide the fact about how chained she is to her family, but I played along anyways.

"Hey Haruki. Sorry for being late. I got a phone call from one of my teachers about moving into the dorms since the academy is quite far. Of course, I declined," I told her as I sat down across from her.

"You know Natsuki, maybe you should really consider moving into the dorms… I mean-" Haruki started before I cut her off.

"Haruki… For the last time, I won't move into the dorms. The last thing I want is to have my solitude ruined by some noisy roommate," I remarked as I saw a waitress coming towards our table with a very big smile. It was the same waitress that served Haruki and I for our past few visits. I crossed my legs and leaned back against my chair, resting my arm on the top part of the chair.

"Sorry, sorry. I was just trying to give you some advice considering you dropped out of high school for…" Haruki drifted off as the waitress had gotten closer to us.

"Ah, Reagan-san. Sagae-san. It's good to see you both again. The usual I'm assuming?" She asked, her auburn hair swaying a bit as I nodded my head.

"Ah yes. Thank you Ria-chan," I responded quickly as the younger girl nodded and walked away with a bright smile. Such a sweet girl… Hopefully Jack the Ripper of the 21st Century doesn't get to her. After all… That serial killer's victims mostly consisted of cute and innocent girls. I shook away the grim thoughts as I turned my attention back to Haruki.

"Haruki," I spoke up firmly, "Look, I dropped out of school… Or is skipping school for a reason. And that reason was to repay you for saving my life when I was being careless and suicidal. So don't worry about my education too much. I'll make it through to college at least," I reassured her. Of course, what I get was a blank stare in response.

I know Haruki would want me to have a better life in the future then being an assassin and skipping school to either cover her shifts or even take care of her family, but I wanted to repay the favor of her saving my hopeless ass. I still remember how the client was furious at me and how Haruki covered for my so smoothly. Also how she took a knife on the shoulder for me when I thought I was about to die. That day I will never forget or live down.

"Just take it easy Natsuki. That's all I'm asking," Haruki stated before she started grinning like the oblivious idiot she is. Sighing, I gave her my own smile, reassuring her that I'll take it be honest, it was really easy to make sure there was no tracks left after a kill and killing as silently as wolf without the growling. I was trained in that way. Of course the downside is that I have to wait until the target is alone or study them for at least a week. I tend to work with Haruki from time to time. Since she's too noble to accept any excess money I tried to give her without doing anything to deserve it.

"Don't worry about me Haruki. I really appreciate it and all, but like you said, family comes first~! You should be more worried about what Aki is doing since for the past week I had to pick him up from the police station," I commented as we continued to chat about how troublesome are the Sagae kids. Of course, the conversations falls as the waitress came back with our drinks.

"So we have the usual ice coffee," The waitress placed the cup in front of me as I gave her a sweet smile and a nod of appreciation. She smiled back and said, "And a vanilla latte," She placed another cup in front of Haruki who gave her a smile and a thumbs up.

"Thank you Ria-chan!" Haruki said with her usual cheery expression. I, on the other hand, nodded and smiled as a thank you. Haruki then began to exchange a few jokes or in my opinion, pretty much flirting with her. I didn't bother to do anything after all it's not a big surprise if people fall for her charm or even fall in…"love" with her. I took frequent sips and gulps of my drink as I listened to their conversations, while making a few remarks about certain things. After what seems liked hours of interest and disinterest to their conversations, the waitress noticed there were other customers coming in so she quickly bowed to us and apologized, saying that she better get back to work.

"Is that all for you two?" Ria asked us. We briefly looked at each, making sure the other didn't need anything, before turning back to the waitress and shaking our heads.

"No thanks, but we'll call or wave if we need anything else. Thank you again," The waitress nodded and walked away to serve someone else. I watched her walk away before turning back to the person across me, who was drinking her latte in delight.

"This place really has good beverages," Haruki commented in between sips. I chuckled lightly and brought my drink up in a toast-type of motion.

"You got that right. Speaking of beverages…" I took a gulp of the coffee before continuing, "What's this job you took up that needed you to skip work and have me cover for you?" I asked. I was really curious to know what Haruki had to do in order to skip work. She never skips work unless her younger sister, Fuyuka, is suspicious of her skipping school and I have to cover.

Haruki set down her cup and looked rather hesitant to answer. Raising an eyebrow, I began to think that I should just change the subject and forget about it… Until she finally answered.

"Well you see… I got accepted into a school in Tokyo…" I nearly spat out my drink. Thinking back to the conversation between my professor and I, Myoujou Academy was the first school I thought of that was in Tokyo. It makes sense if she got accepted into Black Class since Haruki is still an assassin and the reward is promising.

Clearing my throat, I was able to make out a response, "Congrats! It's good to hear that you want to continue school especially if you're planning on getting a degree. What high school did you get into?" I asked. Haruki lightly chuckled and scratched the back of her head.

"Uh… Myoujou Academy?" She replied, unsure of herself. My jaw twitched. She's going to Black Class. That was the only thing my mind could think of. Taking my time to process what was happening, I took a sip out of my cup. Relaxing once again against my chair, I watched as Haruki kept chuckling nervously.

"Hehe, I kind of got a scholarship there to stay for at least a year or less and-" I stopped her, not wanting to hear anymore explanations or lying.

"You're in Class Black aren't you?" I clarified.

The response I got was a nod and questions on how do I know about Class Black. That's how I spent my morning... Telling Haruki about my adventures in Class Black. The rest of day was working in the construction site and meeting Haruki up in the bar we both work part-time in. The next day I left to the chairwoman's abode to understand what Class Black really is and what I should do for this year's.

I stared at the inside of the mansion in awe. Never did I knew that the chairwoman of Myoujou Academy and host of Class Black would be this rich. Gulping, one of the butlers led me inside while the other one helped me with the single bag of luggage I brought with me. As we entered the mansion, I was greeted by a slightly older woman. Probably around her early thirties. She had light brown hair and amaranth pink colored eyes. Colors I've never suspected mixing well together.

"Ah, it's nice to see again, Natsuki Reagan. I've heard so much about you from your teacher. I suppose you remember me?" The woman, who I knew was Yuri Meichi, said as she walked down the stairs with the same attire she wore three years ago when I first met her.

"Yuri Meichi… It has never crossed my mind that I would ever see you again," I responded in a kind tone, giving her one of the sweetest smiles I could ever muster up. "Especially the fact I'm taking up another job in this death game you host every… What? Three years I'm assuming?" I asked her. She laughed very lightly.

"There's is so much I need to explain to you, Natsuki. But that could wait. Just get settled in and tomorrow we'll start," Yuri responded as she walked passed me. I watched her carefully, reaching into my pocket for a knife. I can't let my guard down until I know for sure that it's safe to trust these people. "I have a meeting to attend so please hold your questions and… Anger to the side. So Nio-san, please help Natsuki until I come back."

With that, the chairwoman left and I turned back around to see a strand of blonde in my face. Looking down I saw a blonde, short may I add, girl with red-orange orbs. A smile was on her face which slightly disturbed me. I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about this girl…

"Ah! Hello there! My name is Nio Hashiri! Nice to meet you," She said as I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Natsuki Reagan," I replied hesitantly, as the girl kept smiling, but more… Genuinely. "A pleasure to meet you Hashiri-san," I added as I relaxed myself. I feel like I should be more… Nicer to this girl.

"Please, call me Nio. I don't care much about formalities, Natsuki-chan," She added, raising a finger in the air. I nodded. Nio smiled and started walking to the direction where she would show me to the room I would be staying in. As we walked, a butler trailed behind us. I turned to butler, thanking and telling him that I could handle my bags for the rest of the way to my room. He nodded and went back to the main entrance. Nio and I walked in silence, until she finally spoke up.

"You're the... infamous Ghost right?" I frowned as soon as I heard the nickname that every assassin called me. What the media named me as. I sighed and nodded.

"Yes… Yes, unfortunately I am," I told her as I run a hand through my hair again before messaging my temple. This meant this girl was a assassin. Although…

"How'd you know?" I asked, curious on how this girl could've found me out so easily. Barely anyone knew who I was. Even people who have been in the business for years don't know who the Ghost is. Only my past partners and mentors know.

"Eh!? So I guessed right!" She cheered. I rolled my eyes, my question was seemingly ignored.

"Would you please answer my question?" I asked her, irritated. I watched as she raised her finger up to her chin, looking like she was thinking, even though her back it turned at me.

"Trade secret!" She exclaimed happily, looking back and winking to me. Mumbling under my breath, I let it go. No pun intended.

Silence filled the air the rest of the way to the room. Once we reach it, Nio opened the door and led me inside.

"This is the room you will be staying in until Black Class starts," She announced, standing by the door. I threw my hunting pack on the bed and let go the handle of the small suitcase. I looked around the room, being cautious of any cameras or anything. Nio was still standing there when I finished checking the room.

"You could leave you know…" I muttered to her as I knelt down and began to unpack my stuff. "You probably have other things to do then watch me unpack."

"Mm, I don't have anything to do ssu~," She replied as she plopped down on a chair where the study desk is. Groaning, I continued to unpack while trying to ignore the girl's small comments about what I brought.

I spent the rest of the day talking, and ignoring may I add, Nio as I waited for Yuri to explain the purpose of Class Black.

For the past two weeks, all I did was preparing for the 10th year's Kurogumi class. Yuri Meichi explained the details of Black Class. It's purpose and the potential "Primer" in the target. I found all of this odd, stupid, and unbelievable. I always believed that I was attracted to the target I had to kill in my Black Class because of love, not some weird supernatural power. I highly doubt they had this… "Queen Bee" or whatever they call it, power. I think it's more like some charm they have, which makes everyone either like, get annoyed by, or even fall in love with them. Either way, I could care less about the whole thing, all I wanted was the payment I will get out of this. If I'm able to get all of the assassins to send out an advance notice that is.

The agreement was that if all 13 assassins, not including me, were to send their advance notice and if the target survives or if one of the assassins were able to assassinate her, than I will get the money I need to pay off rent plus helping Haruki's family out and that I wouldn't be bothered by Myoujou Academy ever again.

Today is the day where the members of Class Black will start assembling at Myoujou Academy. I bet this will only take a month to finish.

My brows twitched in irritation. I recently have received a message from Yuri that everyone has been assembled, even though there were only 14 people in the class, me included. The last member had recently arrived and confirmed that she wanted to participate. Now that everyone is here, I need to make an announcement about Black Class initiating. There was one problem though… The target, Haru Ichinose, was still in the room and the girl sitting next to me was flirting with me… More like annoying me though. Now, sure, I am a lesbian but the last thing I want is to fall in love to only be heartbroken again. Plus, the girl was an Oujo-sama. Knowing these kind of people, they'll definitely leave people like me once they find another toy to play with.

"Are you even listening to Isuke? You're being rude~," Isuke said in sweet menacing voice that made my spine shiver. I gritted my teeth and glanced over at Haruki, who sat a few seats away from me. When I thought Haruki could help me since this chick was her roommate, but I was proven wrong since what I got was a shrug and a smile. I looked back over to the boob lady.

"Sorry, I was distracted for a moment. If you don't mind, can you repeat that?" I told her innocently, watching as Isuke gritted her teeth in irritation while I smirked in my head. It was satisfying to piss someone off sometimes.

"If you actually listened to Isuke then I wouldn't have to repeat myself," She mumbled to herself. I scoffed at that comment. Like I would care, was what I wanted to say, but I held my tongue.

"I said," A creepy smile was now on her face as she continued, "Who do you think the target is?" This confirms that Isuke Inukai only cares about the target and herself. A very selfish girl I would say.

"Mm," I couldn't tell her, yet. I rested my chin on the palm of my hand. "I think-"

Thud!

A soft thud caught mine, and everyone else's, attention which came from right behind me. I turned on my chair to look down on the ground to see the blonde girl, Nio Hashiri, head next to my leg along with a pink handkerchief. I never suspected that an Azuma would keep a handkerchief with her, especially one with the color pink.

"Ah! Nee-san. You've got a cute handkerchief. Where'd you get it?" Nio spoke, not budging from the ground. Frowning, I looked up to Azuma to see her staring at it with confusion and a slight glare before Haru spoke up.

"Ah, well. Tokaku-san didn't have a handkerchief with her so I put on in her pocket last night," Haru explained. I rolled my eyes. As suspected… Haru was different from all of us. She belonged in the world of the sun after all. Just like Akira… Growling I shook my head. This isn't the time to grieve over someone who's been dead for three years. After a few minutes of telling myself to shut up, I realized everything was silent. I looked around the room and realized that Tokaku and Haru left the room. I quickly got my tablet out to send a message to the chairwoman that I was making the announcement. Okay with that done I stood up as quickly as possible to draw noise from the chair moving against the floor.

"Alright! Members of Year 10, Class Black, this is an organizational announcement. Since everyone who had signed up for Black Class is now gathered, tonight at midnight, there will be a secret orientation meeting in Classroom 1908 at the tower attached to the school building. Participate if you wish to learn more about your mission. Now," Giving them the most sadistic smile I could ever muster, I continued, "Are there any questions?"

"Oho~ Are you really on that side of things?" Isuke asked with a teasing tone of voice. I crossed my arms and shrugged.

"I am student of this school so why not?" I lied to her bitterly. Sure, it may seem like I'm not part of this school which was true, but I certainly was only here for the money and to observe how this year's Black Class goes.

"Hm… Last time I checked, you don't even look like a student of this school. You look like someone who came from the streets," Someone remarked. I turned my head to find a member of this class that had arrived only yesterday morning, already questioning me. She had lilac shoulder-length hair which unusually matched her light soft green orbs. She wore a typical school uniform, a dark purple blazer over a white buttoned shirt accompanied by a black ribbon and pastel purple plaid skirt. Her name was Ayala Kenya.

"Thanks for the comment, sweetie," I shot back. Ayala scoffed and turned away from me. I huffed in return and made a mental note to ask Nio about her roommate.

"So that confirms the target then, eh? Natsuki-san," Haruki spoke with a very dark tone. I frowned. Never have I heard Haruki speak like that unless she was in a grim mood. I shrugged.

"Mm, just meet up with me tonight and I'll explain the details there. Until then, you guys are free to do whatever. I could care less," I said nonchalantly. With that, everyone began to continue what they were doing. As well as Isuke leaving me alone since Haruki had caught her attention. Sighing in relief, I plopped back onto my chair. Now I could relax without worrying about making a speech or whatever and that no one is going to bother me. I scanned the room to see Otoya hugging Shiena exclaiming about how cute can she be flustered. Everyone else was just talking to one another.

"Hm? I never knew that you would be the judge for this year's Black Class," Nio's voice said behind me. I turned my head to her to only see a sweet sickening smile. I sighed and rolled my eyes. This girl was just playing with me… again. She'd probably knew I was the arbitrator, but was playing as the clueless people in this room.

"Neither did I," I responded as I look up at the ceiling, "By the way… Can you tell me on how you know almost everything about me? Cause' I swear I've never met you before nor have I told you anything about me when I came." Which was true. For the time I spent with her at Yuri's mansion getting prepared for this year's Class Black, she practically knew everything about me.

"Trade secret!" She responded as I could only groan.

This is going to be a long month for me…

Present Time

So here I am. First irritated by the people here… Now these people are driving me to suicide.

"Tsk, a month? More like a year…" If this is going to last until graduation day, then I wasted my time here. What was the point of coming here if all I did was watch people helplessly fall in love with each other?

Speaking of which… I should check on what their doing now…

I totally regret that decision.

I only relaxed and probably closed my eyes for at least five minutes and here I am in a middle of a kissing fest.

Chitaru was covering Hitsugi's eyes as they both walked out of the room, which was understandable considering what was going on.

Haru was pretty much pressing herself up against Tokaku's back. Which the blue-haired assassin was blushing hot red. Otoya trapped Shiena between her body and a wall, having a finger under the poor girl's chin raising it high enough to have their eyes in the same level. I turned away not wanting to see the rest, to only see another unpleasant sight.

Sumeriko finally made a move and was practically making out with Mahiru... Actually her alternate wild personality, Shinya, since it is sunset. Never suspected that. I turned away to see, yet again, another scene.

Isuke was now completely on the desk with her hand gripping on Haruki's collar, who was attempting to climb on the desk with her, lips locked and everything. I glanced to where Suzu and Kouko used to be and they were gone. I looked around the room to find out that Nio, Ayala, Kouko, and Suzu have left as well, leaving me with these guys.

"You gotta be fucking joking…" I mumbled, angrily cursing in my head as I stood up and left the room.

To only pass by Hitsugi pulling Chitaru into a kiss, while Nio and Ayala we're pushing each other against the wall, and thank god Suzu and Kouko were no where to be seen. The last thing I want is to see the last two member of Class Black kissing or doing something intimate.

I really hope someone would send out an advance notice.

A/N: Whelp… This chapter didn't go as plan XD. This is a story made on a whim anyways, whenever I get inspiration or a feeling to write and force myself to practice my 1st person POV. A.K.A This story. Anyways, I got nothing else to say but PM or review ideas on what to do next as I slowly start building/thinking of a plot XD. Yeah I only got a few things planned to be honest.

I have 3 other stories planned besides this one for AnR. A one-shot, another whim story, and an actual planned story. Idk if I'm ever going to go through the planned one. Anyways back to the corner. See u guys whenever next time is.