(A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with school and other stuff so I've barely gotten enough time to write. This chapter is kinda short compared to the last one. I've been contemplating on whether I should keep the long chapters even though it takes a while or make shorter ones with more updates. Let me know what you guys think! :) Anyway, thanks for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing! I really appreciate those. It completely makes my day whenever I get those. Well, here's the next chapter!)

Chapter Three

Nagisa walked to school as usual, but he was a little scared of what people might say because of yesterday's incident. He decided he would just act normal, and, hopefully, the whole thing would die down. It shouldn't be that awkward in the first place because Karma had already talked over it with him, but Nagisa still felt like a mess inside. When he got to the gate right before the trail up the mountain, he was relieved that he still hadn't run into anyone.

Unknown to Nagisa, all his classmates (other than Karma) were already in the classroom scheming. Karma came early to start writing and make up for the lost time yesterday. He walked into the classroom with red headphones blasting music in his ears and a black briefcase in his hand, retrieved his and Nagisa's paper, and walked out, not even acknowledging the rest of his classmates. Karma brought a laptop to work with since it'd be faster. If he wasn't allowed to use it 'because they were Class E,' he didn't care. He did what he wanted.

Before the redhead went to work, he popped by the teachers' lounge. "Yo, Koro-sensei!"

"Yes, Karma-kun?" he answered.

"We're just gonna be working today, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"I'm gonna start working. I won't be in the classroom when you take attendance, but I'm here. Nagisa's staying with me once he gets here."

"Alright. Thanks for letting me know," Koro-sensei said with his signature grin.

"No prob, teach."

Karma walked out of the room and out of the building then set up on the grass area on the edge of the forest in the shade of a tree. He had the massive paper laid out in front of him and took his laptop out of his briefcase like a true professional. He started typing out the first scene as close as he could to the description Nagisa gave yesterday.

When Nagisa finally reached the building, he was surprised to find Karma actually working. The smaller boy walked up to him. "Morning," he said.

The redhead looked up at him. "Morning, Nagisa."

"Karma, shouldn't you be inside by now?"

"I already told Koro-sensei I'd be out here. Come sit with me." The redhead grabbed the boy's hand tugged on him, making him lose his balance.

"Karma! I'm gonna fall!" Nagisa shut his eyes and braced himself for the impact, but it never came. He opened his eyes. "Eh?" He found Karma cushioning his head with his arm. The redhead's other arm was supporting him. Blue eyes met gold. They were face to face. He's so close!

"Did you really think I'd drag you down and let you get hurt?" he asked. That moment said a lot. Was Nagisa that used to getting hurt like that?

Nagisa scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Haha… I guess I got a little scared," he admitted. "You know I can't handle surprises, Karma."

Karma looked at him skeptically. Was this caused by his mom? He shook off the thought. "True," he said with a soft smile.

Nagisa caught the skeptic look that flashed across his eyes. Honestly, what goes through Karma's head? He felt Karma remove his arms from him. The smaller boy shifted so he sat back against the tree like his friend, their shoulders touching. They were both quiet for a moment, not doing anything. Just staying silent. Well, this is awkward. But at least it isn't as awkward as I thought it'd be. He decided to change the topic. "So you're working?"

"Yeah, I started typing out the first scene." He waved Nagisa over.

He leaned closer to him so he could see his screen. "Wait, were we allowed to bring gadgets for this?"

Karma shrugged. "Dunno. But if we weren't allowed to, I did, anyway."

Must be nice to be a genius bad boy, Nagisa thought sardonically.

The redhead put his computer on the smaller boy's lap. "Read through it. Tell me what you think."

Prologue

It was a normal day. Aoi Sora and Akai Takeo were just walking in the hallway normally. The same old people, the same old hallways, the same old classrooms—nothing out of the ordinary, nothing not normal. They were both on their way to class. Their classes were on opposite ends of the hallway so they were just going to walk past teacher other, sending the other a grin as always. Later, they'd hang out at break, eat together during lunch as besties do, and maybe deal with some more bullies if they so happened to mess with them again. The same old, same old. Nothing special was supposed to happen. Or at least up until this point.

Takeo took in his surroundings, his red eyes widening in bewilderment. "What the fuck just happened?"

Sora's jaw dropped, the breeze of the new, dream-like environment sifting through his long, powered blue hair. He was speechless. He looked at Takeo and slapped him.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled.

Sora gazed at his stinging palm. "To make sure I'm not dreaming," he answered, bluntly.

Takeo grabbed his friend's shoulders and shook him. "YOU'RE. NOT. DREAMING."

Nagisa found himself smiling as he read that part.

He sighed. "Where the fuck are we? We were just at school like minute ago. What happened?"

"I have no idea," Sora answered with a shrug. He looked over the green, grassy hills, spotting a weird-looking city. "There might be people over there," he said, pointing at the city. "Let's go check it out."

"Yo, if this is some kind of prank, I'm gonna kill whoever's doing this."

"I know you would," the blue-haired boy said with a smile. "But I'd be with you there." Sighing, he started towards the city. "Come on. Let's go."

Now, you must be confused. Let's rewind and go back to the beginning, shall we? Before this all started. Before we got to where we are.

Before we left reality.

Chapter One

A black Rolls Royce parked a few blocks away from the prestigious school, Tora Gakuen. A middle-aged man of average height got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door of the car. A tall, handsome redhead stepped out and brushed a few crumbs off of his uniform. He'd woken up late and had eaten his breakfast in the car.

"Are we to pick you up after school, young master?" the man asked.

"Nah, it's fine, Tanaka," the red-haired boy said, his bag hanging from his shoulder as he adjusted his tie. "I've got plans when school lets out."

The man nodded and bowed. "Yes, young master."

"Well, see ya later, Tanaka!" he waved then walked off towards the school with a grin. Some of the girls he walked past had hearts in their eyes.

If you thought this boy was Aoi Sora, you were wrong!

This boy was Akai Takeo, the son of one of the biggest conglomerates in Japan. If you thought he was a snobby rich brat, you were wrong again. Why do you think he got dropped off blocks away from school? Takeo was rich, but that didn't mean he liked to flaunt his money. He gets dropped off blocks away from school because he didn't want to cause such a scandal. Takeo was quite good-looking if you hadn't already noticed. His most prominent features were his sharp jawline and his piercing red eyes that were almost like a cat's. He stood up tall with an expression that seemed to radiate success and charisma. The redhead was at the top of his class due to his extreme intelligence and was idolized by both teachers (as the ideal student) and students (as the school prince) alike.

Takeo's smile widened as a blue-haired boy neared him. He waved at him.

Now this boy was Aoi Sora, Takeo's best friend. He was pretty small for a guy. His uniform was baggy on him. He had to fold his sleeves and pants so they fit properly. He often got bullied for that and his surprisingly feminine appearance. His long, sky blue hair was pulled into a low ponytail. If you took off the hair tie, he would definitely look like a girl.

But I'll let you in on a little secret. He is a she.

Aoi Sora was, is, and will always be a girl. Due to circumstances that will not be revealed yet, she has to crossdress as a guy. She refused to cut her hair so she kept it long. She knew people would bully her for it, but those were the lengths she chose to go through for her beautiful hair.

And, of course, Takeo hasn't noticed at all. Sure, he thought it was a little weird how feminine his friend was, but he overlooked it since he could be himself around him. He thought Sora was just one of those guys that were cute enough to look like a girl.

Well, back to the present…

"Sup, Sora," Takeo said.

"Morning," the blue-haired boy (actually girl) said.

Nagisa's eyebrows furrowed. He looked to Karma, who, unknown to the smaller boy, had been watching his expression change as he read, thinking of how cute he was. "Wait, so you're referring to her as a he until she's actually revealed to be a guy to Takeo?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Or just whenever she's crossdressing. Maybe. I referred to her as a girl later when she's shown in a more feminine light. We could do something different. It is subject to change."

The androgynous boy shook his head. "No, it's fine. It's good this way." He kept reading.

The two friends walked to school like normal. They always came a little earlier than school started so they could hang for a bit. They were on their way to the roof when Takeo was suddenly asked for help by a teacher. He really didn't want to, but he had to in order to keep up his image, but Sora understood this, of course.

"Meet me at the roof. I'll be there soon," the redhead said.

"'kay," he said.

The blue-haired 'boy' made his way to the roof. He climbed up a couple flights of stairs then walked down the hallways. He was almost there. He just had another staircase to climb then he'd be at the roof. He turned the corner and found the group of students he was least fond of.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" a boy with dark hair and eyes said. He was about a head taller than Sora. The ringleader of this ragtag group of delinquents. "If it isn't Aoi."

"Kuroda." Sora backed away a bit.

The said guy jumped off the step he was sitting on and backed him into the wall. He slammed a hand next to Sora's head, blocking off any chance of escape.

Shit, I'm screwed, he thought, his heart beating frantically. He glanced around for any kind of opening, but Kuroda's gang had already formed a circle, thus preventing him from making a break for it. How am I supposed to get away this time?

Kuroda's face was dangerously close to his. "Heh, so what should I do this time?" he said, an evil smirk forming on his face.

"Nothing would be nice," Sora said, bluntly.

The bully laughed. "Sorry, that ain't happenin', fag."

Not actually a homo cuz I'm a girl, Sora thought, mentally rolling her eyes. But like hell I'm gonna let them know that.

Kuroda raised a fist, preparing to punch him. He threw a punch at Sora's face, but he dodged it by sliding down the wall. One of Kuroda's underlings had moved carelessly like the fool he was so Sora had found the opening he'd been looking for. He quickly slipped through and did the one thing he could: run.

"Get him!" the ringleader yelled.

The clamorous pack of delinquents ran after him. Sora's long hair whipped behind him (her). Damn, these short legs! I swear they are going to be the death of me someday! It might even be today if I can't outrun them!

He turned a corner and ran into the nearest classroom before any of them could see where he went. He slid against the door, panting. He did his best to silence his heavy breathing as he watched the bullies run past through the window with Kuroda leading, their rumbling footsteps following after them. Note to self: do some stamina training. I'm literally dying.

Nagisa let out a small laugh.

After Sora finally caught her breath, she stood up. But as soon as she stood, she felt something slide down her chest and down to her abdomen. Her eyes widened. Shoot, it's slipping. I have to fix it. She scanned the fortunately empty classroom and peeked out the windows. It didn't seem like anyone would come by anytime soon.

When she deemed it was safe, she unbuttoned her top. The thing that was slipping was the tape she'd wrapped around her chest. It had come loose in the chase. Sora silently thanked god the wrapping hadn't slipped while she was running as she rewrapped the tape around herself tautly. She couldn't afford to let anyone know she was female.

She'd just finished buttoning her shirt back up when Takeo walked in with a huge stack of notebooks. She jumped up, startled by the sudden company. "Takeo!"

"Hey. I thought we were meeting at the roof?" he said, placing the stack on the teacher's desk.

"We were, but Kuroda happened. I hid. I think I lost them for the most part, but they still might be looking for me."

"That's all I have for now," Karma said.

Nagisa smiled. "I like it. The narrating tone sounds just like you. It's good."

The redhead felt his heart jump a bit. God, how is he so adorable?! "Thanks," he said, coolly, though he was anything but that inside.

I guess things are sort of back to normal? Nagisa thought. He hasn't mentioned anything of what I said yesterday before the incident. He placed the computer back on Karma's lap. "Where were you thinking of stopping the first chapter?"

"Where they were at in the prologue. Since we rewinded."

"Ah, okay," the androgynous boy said, nodding adorably. "Well, let's get continue writing then. We need to get as much as we can done. I don't wanna end up procrastinating on this since we still have to do the translations."

"Or we can just use Ritsu's translator," the redhead suggested.

"Karma-kun…"

"Okay, okay. I knoooowwwww," he said, putting his hands up defensively.

"Wait, what about attendance? We won't be marked late, will we?" Nagisa was concerned about his attendance since his mom would kill him for even one blemish in it.

"It's fine. I already told Koro-sensei we'd be out here."

The red and blue assassin pair continued writing their story. Meanwhile, the other 3-E students were plotting for their bet with Koro-sensei. Their octopus teacher had left them to their scheming.

Nakamura clapped her hands together with a playful smile. "Okay, who's executing their plan first? The maximum amount of schemes we can fit into today is two just so Nagisa doesn't get suspicious. Well, let me ask this first: does anyone have anything planned yet?"

The students looked around at each other to see if any of them and a plan. No one had their hands raised.

"Come on, guys," the blonde said, putting her hands on her hips. "Are you even serious about this?"

"I have one," someone said, breaking the silence. Everyone turned towards the source, which happened to be the class idol, Kanzaki. "It just came to me, though, so I haven't really thought it through."

"That's fine," Nakamura said. "It's still worth a shot. What'd you have in mind?"

"Spin the bottle…" she said, quietly.

"Hahahaha.. An oldie but a goodie." The blonde grinned like a cheshire cat. "Let's do it. Take charge, Grand Master Kanzaki."

"Okay, I was thinking we could rig the bottle," Kanzaki said with a small smile. "Itona-kun, do you think you can make a device that'll let you control who it points towards?"

"Yeah, but it depends on what bottle we're using," the white-haired boy said.

"Okay, Ritsu-chan, would you be able to make a bottle?"

"Yup! What kind would you prefer? Glass or plastic? Or rather what would be easier to work with, Itona-san?" the AI said.

"Glass would be best. You can make transparent parts, right, Ritsu?" Itona asked.

"Of course!"

"Alright, then we'll go with Kanzaki-chan's scheme, but we need one more for the day," Nakamura said. "Anyone else have anything?"

Hazama laughed creepily, freaking the shit out of some kids. "I have something that might produce results."

"Oh-ho~ And what might that be, Hazama-chan?" The mischievous smile never left her face.

"There's a certain charm I know of that might interest Karma."

"Awesome. Then we'll do yours at break then Kanzaki-chan's at lunch sine that could take longer." Nakamura grinned. "Well, let's get started."

The class set off to work, discussing how they would execute their plans and assembling what was necessary for it.

~Schemes~

After two class periods of working (for Karma and Nagisa anyway), the bell chimed, signaling break. They got a good amount of work done. The were just about to finish chapter two when the bell rang. They went inside to see what the others were doing.

The red and blue pair found people chatting around the back corner where Terasaka's group was. Koro-sensei wasn't there since he had stopped by Germany for some bratwurst.

"What's going on?" Nagisa asked.

"Hazama-san's teaching us how to curse people," Kayano said.

"I want in!" Karma yelled, shoving his way into the circle.

The androgynous boy shook his head at him but followed him into the crowd.

The said curse master laughed. She was sitting on a large, dark purple blanket she'd laid out on the floor. "It works on anyone, and there are tons of possibilities. You could use them to work for the good or bad of someone." She had an array of various objects laid out on the floor around her like candles, containers filled with different kinds of powder, a huge book, and a box of black rose petals. "I guess I should start with the basics. A charm is when you wish something good on someone while a curse is the opposite. There are times when the lines could be blurred, but that's a lesson for another time. I'll show you guys how to charm then curse," she explained. "Nagisa, why don't you try first?"

"O-okay," the blue-haired boy said, sitting down in front of her.

"You'll be doing the charm since Karma seems really eager to curse the hell out of people."

"Hehe, I can't say I'm not," the redhead said, grinning.

"Alright, then." He couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was gonna happen.

"We'l do something that'll help things succeed. Assassination attempts, for example." The assassination attempt regarding all of our schemes, that is. "First, light two candles," she instructed, handing him a lighter.

Nagisa, though surprised, took it, lit the candles, and handed it back to her. "Hazama-san, how did you get your hands on a lighter? We're not legally allowed to have these."

She grinned. "I have my ways."

"Nagisa, you know it really isn't that hard, right?" Karma said. "Even I have one." He took his hand out of his pocket and dangled his red lighter in front of the smaller boy's face.

Nagisa gaped at him.

"I oughta confiscate those from you guys," Kataoka said, shaking her head at them.

Hazama handed Nagisa a container of powder. "Anyway, now that the candles are lit, draw a pentagram using this powder then scatter rose petals over it."

"Okay." He nearly drew a pentagram then threw the rose petals on it.

"Now what?"

"We draw blood," she said, the creepy grin not leaving her face.

"WHAT?!"

"Relax. It won't be anything major like slitting your arm." Hazama took a lancet out of her bag and handed it to Kunugigaoka's Mom. "Hara-san, if you will."

"On it." She already had her first aid kit out. She opened a packet of alcohol wipes. "Nagisa, please hold still." She cleaned his index finger, pricked it with the lancet, put pressure on it until a drop of blood fell onto the middle of the star, then bandaged it with a Hello Kitty bandaid. "There we go."

"Now you chant," Hazama said, opening the massive book in front of her. She flipped through the pages ominously then placed it in front of Nagisa when she found the incantation, an evil grin spreading across her face. "Say this."

Nagisa looked at it skeptically but said it anyway. The class, dead silent, stared as he spoke the charm.

"Ego cecidit in amore,
cum persona semper ad me
patitur, ut accipiat."

Nothing happened.

Nagisa opened his mouth to ask what they were supposed to do now, but Hazama shushed him before he could say anything.

"It'll be rendered ineffective if you say something now, Nagisa," she said. "We wait for a few moments to let it take effect. You still can't say anything, but in the meantime, we'll do the curse." The master of the dark arts smiled. "Karma, you'll try cursing Koro-sensei into a moment of stupidity so we can finally get him."

The redhead grinned. "Alright. Cool, cool."

Hazama handed him a box of powder different from the one Nagisa used earlier. "Overlay the pentagram Nagisa drew with this."

Karma examined the box. "What exactly is this?" he said as he layered the second powder over the star.

"Pulverized bones."

"Oooooh, cool!"

"WHAT?!" the class yelled, terrified by what Hazama had so casually brought to school. They didn't know what they should be more afraid of, how Hazama got a hold of those bones or Karma showing an interest in black magic. WHAT HAVE WE GOTTEN OURSELVES INTO?!

"Pulverized chicken bones," she clarified.

"W-what was the one Nagisa used then?" Yada asked.

"Also chicken bones. Male chicken bones, though. Karma's using female chicken bones. Girls tend to be more crooked than men."

Better keep that in mind… Maehara thought, sweat-dropping.

"Then we draw blood and you'll say this," Hazama said, putting the book in front of the redhead.

"Alrighty, then," Karma said, taking a real knife out of his pocket. He pulled his sleeve up and slashed his wrist, letting the blood flow onto the pentagram.

"Ego cecidit in amore,
ut cum quis accipit, omne
pati libidinem, ut overa."

Eyes flew wide open in horror as Karma's arm bled out.

Nagisa suddenly stood up. He pulled Karma up by the hand that was stained with a red that match his hair. He dragged him out of the classroom and to the bathroom. He turned on the sink, pulled up his sleeve, then held Karma's bleeding wrist under the running water. Nagisa noticed other faded scars beneath the most recent one. It pained him to see it.

"Stay here," the blue-haired boy ordered. He ran out of the bathroom, leaving Karma gazing t him in surprise.

It wasn't like this was the first time he'd cut himself. It wasn't like it hurt either. Honestly, he didn't think anyone could be so concerned when it came to just a little cut, when it came to him. His parents didn't care though they were supposed to be the people that were supposed to care the most, but they didn't. Then again, this was Nagisa, who accepted everything about him even when he himself didn't.

Nagisa returned within a couple minutes that seemed to go by in a flash with Hara's first aid kit. He quickly wrapped up Karma's wrist, but he didn't let go of him yet. The redhead couldn't see his eyes, but he didn't need to to know he wasn't happy about finding out this way or finding out at all. Damn, I really should've thought this through. This was a mistake on my part.

"Karma, did you want to die this badly?" Nagisa said quietly, still not looking at him.

"Nagisa, these were from years ago. Years before I met you."

"Don't think I'm gonna let you off easily just because it was before we met." The blue-haired boy looked to him, frowning. Karma could see the pain in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know."

Nagisa pulled up the redhead's other sleeve, thankful when he didn't find anything there. "There was almost the time you tried to kill Koro-sensei by jumping off that cliff…" He couldn't stop himself from hugging Karma as some sort of way to make sure he wouldn't disappear. "Don't you dare pull anything like that again. Promise me you won't."

The redhead rubbed his back soothingly. "Promise. But why would I want to die now? I have more things I want to do. Like killing Koro-sensei." And dating you, but like I'm gonna say that out loud. Well, not now at least. I'll do it when the time comes.

"Damn straight. Like hell I'm gonna let you die anytime soon."

Karma chucked. And this is why I love you.

~Schemes~

Back in the classroom, the class was pretty stunned by what Karma just pulled. They didn't expect that. But then again, it was Karma they were talking about. At least he and Nagisa got some time alone together. In the bathroom or infirmary. Whichever one they were in at the moment. Where any kind of development could happen between them.

"Hazama-san, what exactly were those charms?" Kurahashi asked.

"It was only one charm," she answered. "I told them it was a curse and a charm, but it really was just part of one charm."

"So what kind was it?" Chiba asked, semi-worried about how this would all turn out.

"It was a love charm." Hazama put a hand on her chin in a thoughtful pose that looked pretty ominous.

"Is something wrong, Hazama-san?" Fuwa asked.

"The imbalance of blood might just cause the charm to work out differently than it's supposed to."

"Isn't that kind of bad?" Kayano asked.

"Yeah…"

"We'll just have to see how it plays out then," Nakamura said, smiling mischievously. "For now, let's get back to writing while Itona and people who are helping out with kanzaki-san's plan are making preparations."

"Yeah!" everyone yelled.

"TEAM KARMAGISA FIGHT!"