Rating: T
Genre: Action/ Adventure/Hurt/Comfort/ Friendship
Summary: Someone noticed Nagisa's unusual skill and decides to use it to their advantage. When Nagisa goes missing class E decides to take action only to find that their friend might not be exactly the same. Can the save him in time or is it too late to get him back?( set right after the God of Death arc).
A/N: Thanks for all the feedback in such a short time! It made my day. It motivated me to update my other story, so thank you. So this story is going to be about 10 chapters long( give or take one or two) and it's mostly planned out. Well thanks for reviewing and following. Here's the next it took so long but I wanted to update my other story first since it only has about five chapters left give or take a few. Also I put up a poll so please do me a favor and vote!
Chapter 2: Target Time
The lights from lanterns were shining onto the street that was bustling with people, the crescent moon hung above them in the night sky. A festival was going on and the area was full of stands that offered anything from games to food which were all decorated to match the theme of the event. People all around were enjoying the sights, children were running around and playing games while the adults enjoyed themselves from a safe distance and taking up conversation. There was laughter and excitement in the air and a boy was walking in the midst of it.
The boy was smaller than his age suggested. His long hair was covered by a hat and it touched his shoulders. He was wearing clothes that could be considered normal teen or young adult attire. As he walked casually down the street his eyes scanned over the area around him, taking everything in. He took a breath then turned into the public restroom after a good ten minutes of walking around the festival's booths. He opened a stall and locked it shut,taking a moment to check for anything suspicious, then took out a small vial of blue liquid. He put it up to his face and made sure it was the right amount.
He pulled out the stopper with a 'pop' and chugged it down in one gulp.
He then left the stall, disposing the vial in the the nearest trash can, his head feeling better and ready for his task. His sensei said the drug would help him focus and to take it everyday or else there would be nasty side effects. He didn't mind and it did help his brain focus on things that he couldn't before. He would be meeting a man at the corner of the street in a few minutes and need that special attention the drug would give him to do what he came here to do.
He reached his destination and spotted the man. He was a burly man with hair that was colored like the night sky and a mustache that could be consider wispy. He had a cigarette hanging out of his too big lips and his eyes scanned the area with precision as if waiting for something that he didn't like. His arms were crossed over his chest making him look intimidating to passing people around him.
The boy smiled for the smallest of moments before it turned into a more carefree look. He looked around as if he was a bored teenager lost for entertainment at the festival and not wanting to be there. As if his parents had forced him to come but he secretly enjoyed it but he was ditching them so that he wouldn't have to be here. Nobody was around at this time because most of the festival goers were getting ready to see a parade followed by fireworks that would take place soon on the other side of the block so it looked like he was trying to walk the other direction to escape.
The boy walked up to the the man as if to pass him by. As he was going pass he moved his arm the slightest bit and a needle fell down into his relaxed hand, cupping it with the tips of his fingers. Quick as lightning he stabbed the unsuspecting man in the neck and his eyes widened for the smallest of seconds before they rolled back into his head.
The man fell on the road and the boys grabbed his legs and started to drag him into the side alley nearby.
He had one last thing to do before his mission was over.
Then he would leave.
And no one would know that the man had disappeared until the next day when he was reported missing.
XAssassination ClassroomX
Later that night the boy was walking along a hallway filled with doors of the same color, wearing a robe and his hair was swaying as he walked. He was in a hotel south of town, furthest away from where the festival was held. He reached the end of the hall and opened the door to his room, maybe out of habit, but not making a sound as he did so.
Inside was like an normal hotel room. On the floor were two futons, made up and ready to sleep in when it was needed and some discarded pieces of the boy's luggage. A small sliding door led into a restroom and there was a small table to the side. A window on the far side was covered with blinds, obscuring what would have been a descent view of the city. It was simple yet comfortable arrangement and the boy liked it.
Sitting with his legs crossed at the table, facing away from the door was another man, bending over as if eating something.
"Oh, you're here," The man said not bothering to turn around," Please sit."
The boy didn't reply but did as the man suggested, seating himself on the other side of the table so he was facing the man. On closer inspection of the table the boys could see that the man was looking over papers that, he presumed, were from the folder placed at the bottom of the pile.
"You did a good job today, you have shown great skill," The man said looking up at the boy , stilling holding one of the pieces of paper. The man was handsome to some and not to others. Most would probably find his looks at a neutral liking. His hair was cut short and was dark in color, his face was angled in a way that was unique but not ugly. He was also clean shaven with exception to a little bit of hair forming his side burns. His brown eyes stared at the boy, waiting for a reply that he expected to come.
"Thank you, sensei." The boy bowed his head in respect before looking up again after a few seconds.
"You did so well today that I think you're ready for the next mission. This one is a bit harder to overcome but with the skill you shown me in the past three weeks I think you're ready."
"Thank you, sensei. I'll do my best."
The man known to the boy as sensei started shuffling the papers around as if looking for one in particular. When he found the one he was looking for he pulled it out of the messed and held it up to the boys attentive eyes," This is your next target."
The boy studied the picture and stats in front of him. The girl looked almost average except in one particular area that instantly comes to mind. She was slightly shorter than one would think her age and her hair was green in color. She was wearing a school uniform and her face was pointing at an odd angle as if they had taken the picture while she was unaware of the camera. Which was probably what happened. She seem familiar to the boy but not enough to warrant further thought on the subject.
" You will confront her on her way home from school. It should be an easy mission to carry out. After that you will proceed to take out the rest of the targets in this folder. I expect you to be done at the most in three days. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning on the first train. I expect you do your best and finish the job as quickly as possible."
The boy nodded.
The man pushed all the papers into a somewhat neat pile and stacked them up to make them straight. Then he placed them in the folder and slid it across the table so that boys could take it. The boys small fingers grabbed the edge and his eyes scanned over the title of the folder.
Class 3-E
Top Secret
The boy nodded and took the folder completely off the table and got up from his sitting position on the floor. It was time to get ready for the trip in the morning. He had to get ready so that he could take out his first target.
Kayano Kaede, the boy remember briefly from the paper he had seen.
When the boy enter the bathroom and took another dose of the blue liquid in a vial, the man smiled. It was easier to get revenge than he thought.
XAssassination ClassroomX
It had been three weeks since Nagisa had gone missing and class E was getting restless. They all did their own searches along with the police( against the police's orders to let them handle it) but the blue haired boy was nowhere to be found. It was starting to take a toll on morale in the classroom and the students grades started to drop as the weeks passed by.
Koro-sensei was getting worried about his students and most of all about Nagisa. He had also did his part in searching for the blue haired boy but even he didn't have any luck in finding him. Karma was feeling the same as he felt that if he didn't go against his gut feeling at the time he could have found his friend before this all even happened.
The trail was getting colder by the day and it was a depressing thought for all of class E.
Kayano glanced at the empty seat beside her and turned away quickly, it was best not to think about it right now. It was almost the end of the school day and she felt as if she would find something today. It was a gut feeling. The whole predicament with Nagisa had scrambled her brain from her original thoughts on why she was here in the first place.
He was her friend and was in trouble. . .
. . .on the other hand though. . .
She really didn't know what to think at the moment.
The bell rang and everyone in class E got up and started to make the long trek down the mountain then to their own homes. There was little conversation, which was becoming routine among them, and Kayano was soon walking by herself back home. Where she was living at the moment was close to the school so it wasn't a bad walk and she didn't have to take a train to get close.
As she was walking down the street she felt like something was crawling up her spine. No matter where she looked the source wouldn't show itself and she was starting to get a bit worried. It wasn't as if she thought that she couldn't take whoever was following her but she had an uneasy feeling and she did like it.
Something just wasn't right.
She walked a few blocks and the sense of danger left with each house she passed. She was still on guard but it seemed that the danger was gone. A few more blocks and the threat felt non existent to her.
That was when her senses peaked to a high level and she turned around in one swift motion, grabbing onto the hand she knew was about to touch her neck. She twisted the limb and sent the body attached to it to the ground only for it to be up in an instant and flying back at her, even though the initial attack had failed only moments before.
She almost all but gasped as she blocked the attack. The person in front of her was someone she knew. Someone so familiar. No one could mistake the small body, long blue hair ( even if it wasn't in its usual style), and the blue eyes that were usually gentle with a smile following close behind, only to blank at this very moment. Determined.
The person in front of her was none other that her missing friend.
Nagisa Shiota.