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Last time on 'I am a snake. I am a human. I am an assassin':
The class quietly retrieved their bags and followed the cop meekly, wondering what is going to happen to them.
Karma lingered for a moment, eyes staring blankly at the red patch in the middle of the grass field and clutched his bloodied shirt, eyes seeing Nagisa with the gaping hole in his chest and anger bubbled in him as he finally turned and followed his class.
I will find the one responsible for this stupidity and will make them pay, mark my words!
Chapter 4 - Hopeful Despair
Several minutes earlier
Taira Daiki's ears perked up when he picked up the words 'No outsider knows about Karasuma-sensei being an agent from the Defense Ministry' that one of the girls said. He sighed at the now problematic case. He really hated troublesome twists, but at least he can now ask his informant to search on a certain Karasuma Tadaomi since he has a feeling that this information would lead them to an unexpected direction.
He turned back to the class representatives and begun his procedural questions, noting how the two managed to divert his attention from the case to pointless speculations while dropping hints for what really happened. Those weren't your up-the-hill students; they are trained in the arts of interrogation and diversion.
Impressive, but also very troublesome. He really wants this case closed already.
They were going down the mountain when a phone ring alerted Fuwa. She quickly took it out and nearly smacked herself in the head for forgetting one important student that could help them find answers. She is the class' detective, for Conan's brain's sake, how could she forget such an important lead?
"Hey Ritsu, sorry for ignoring you," She smiled apologetically and Ritsu simply smiled back in response. Oh right, machines don't get offended.
"I hacked into the computers of the hospital; Nagisa is currently undergoing a surgery," Ritsu said. Fuwa snuck a glance at Karma, Kayano and Sugino then returned to her cell.
"What is his condition?"
"Unstable. Lack of air for extended periods of time lowered the success of revival and caused a lung failure. Loss of excessive amounts of blood required three bags of type A blood. Won't know more until the operation is over."
Fuwa felt the excitement from all her earlier deductions drop to an alarming low of depression.
Oh, Nagisa...
"Wait, why are you telling me this?" She asked Ritsu, who blinked as if it was obvious. Though perhaps to her it was.
"Isogai and Megu-chan told me to help and inform you of new leads since you are the 'detective' in this case. I am notifying them as well at this moment of Nagisa's status." Fuwa looked up and saw the light-grey haired class representative look at her phone with a hard expression. The black haired fellow class leader was talking to the cop walking in front of them as an obvious diversion from Ritsu.
"What are you telling them now?"
"What Karasuma-sensei told me to pass on to them. Now for the news I have for you-"
Fuwa nodded, attention fully on the phone.
"-I've hacked, with the help of Karasuma-sensei, into the Ministry of Defense's computers and so I will be capable of finding clues on the attempted assassination."
"Well?" Fuwa resisted grinning into her hand. Karasuma helping Ritsu hack into the ministry of defense? What happened to loyalties?
"One name: Koike Masato. Special advisor to the Minister of Defense." How is that a clue? "It has been confirmed that a large sum of money had been transported from the bank account of Koike Masato to a certain Iwasaki Takeshi, also known as 'Dangan-Shinobi'."
"Bullet ninja?" Fuwa snorted into her hand, "That's a bit dumb."
Ritsu simply shrugged again, eyes blank since she doesn't understand the joke. "He is called that since he is able to infiltrate any place using special ninja techniques. He is known for his signature shot 'Oogoe-Dangan Waza' or 'Loud Bullet Technique' - A bullet that creates a special kind of noise that stuns a body for up to twenty seconds, allowing him to slip away. It is similar to Nagisa's Nekodamashi."
Fuwa recalled how she couldn't move her body after Nagisa had been shot. She had thought it was from shock but was it really the stun effect from the bullet? At least now she understands why such a professional sniper did not use a silent rifle.
But how was Nagisa able to shoot him if he was stunned?
She opened her mouth to ask the AI only to realize that she didn't need Ritsu to answer since it was so obvious. Like the countermeasure Karma used to stop the stunning effect of the clap stunt - pain. Nagisa had probably been in pain from the injury to his arm earlier and from the shot before the Adrenaline kicked in and so was able to move despite the stun effect.
Her head felt slightly dizzy from the awe she felt towards the blunet. How much determination does one need to pull a move like that after being shot to the chest? Well, to reward him for his actions, she will find the one behind this.
Starting with a certain Koike Masato.
"Can you find the cell-number and address of a certain special adviser?" She smirked darkly and Ritsu nodded before the screen blacked out.
When their class finally arrived at the base of the mountain, a bus waited for them to drive them to the hospital, where they'll know more of what is going to happen to them. Of course, since they're trained assassins and they had just been through disconcerting events, they couldn't help but feel a bit... suspicious so Irina volunteered to search through the bus discreetly before reassuring that it is safe to drive in.
Relieved, they flocked the bus and some of them quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the whole civil war and the attempted assassination, while others talked in hushed voices. Karma was sitting next to Sugino and Kayano sat next to Okuda, the four of them deadly quiet.
Nakamura glanced at them and suddenly a bulb lit up in her head. She took out her phone and started pressing buttons, laughing loudly on purpose, immediately gaining some attention from Mimura and Okajima. They peered from behind her back at the phone and slapped their hands over their mouths to conceal the peals of laughter rolling out of them.
"What is so funny, Okajima?" Maehara asked, really miffed. Nakamura pointed at her phone and then at the four sulking teens. The orange-brown haired teen's eyes widened in understanding and he peeked at the phone before starting to laugh himself.
Slowly, more of the awake classmates, and some who had woken up from the noise, joined them and after taking a look at the phone, began laughing as well. Soon, it was too loud for the four to keep quiet and Kayano turned to them with burning eyes.
"What is so funny?" She growled and the laughter died instantly. Nakamura carefully passed the phone and after a long pointed glare, the green haired girl stared down at the phone and her furious expression cracked. A smile tugged on her lips but she swiftly looked away, only to look back a moment later and choke down a bark of laughter, her face slightly flushed.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Sugino plucked the phone out of her hands and curiously gazed at the screen, crumbling to giggles in a matter of seconds. Okuda timidly peered at it and soon joined the renewed laughter.
"Oi, Karma, you should look at it," Maehara nudged the redhead. Karma looked at him and the orange-brown head cheekily showed him the phone. Gold eyes flashed in amusement before an inhumanly wide smirk stretched from ear to ear and the redhead began chortling evilly, horns and tail sprouting.
"Oh... this is golden..." He murmured to himself as he pressed more buttons on Nakamura's phone. The class sweatdropped at the 180 degrees turn of the redhead's mood. It is almost as if he had changed from mature to childish (Read: Sadist) just like on his fight with Grip.
"Nakamura, where did you even get this?" Yada questioned the blonde warily. Nakamura cackled and took out a slip of paper. The pig-tailed girl read it and snorted.
It read: Every picture, 1000 yen. Email: ***** *****.com
"I thought he got over his crush," Yada pondered over it and Okano and Nakamura giggled.
"Nah, I told him about a certain Sugaya who likes to make costumes and he asked if I can make him sew some other... clothes. Sugaya agreed, we even had all the clothes ready, but..."
"It was hard convincing him to wear those clothes," Karma piped in, eyes back to their mischievous glory. "Only when I promised him a fair percentage of the payment he agreed."
"At least you didn't make his wear a skirt," Sugino shook his head amusingly. Karma's smile sombered slightly.
"Can't. Not after learning why he hates dresses."
"Well, they're still really funny outfits, but they really suit him," Kayano muttered to herself, face now red as a tomato. Karma noticed and his smirk grew.
"Oh? I sense someone wanting to confess something?" Kayano's panicked expression rendered the group into another fit of laughter. And after a moment of pouting she joined them as well.
Nakamura and Maehara secretly high-five'd. They had done their job of distracting the class from the current gloomy future. Perhaps this positive energy will help their friend who is fighting for his life at the moment.
By the time they reached the hospital, the group sobered enough to wipe the ridiculous grins off their faces and adorn serious expressions when the grey eyed cop led them into the hospital, ignoring curious glances, and through blindly white and disinfect smelled corridors until he stopped in front of a pale student and two closed doors with a sign 'On operation' lit brightly in red.
Isogai and Kataoka rushed to the clearly fatigued teen and forced him to sit down and drink from a bottle they brought. Soon, the class settled in the surprisingly empty corridor and tried to look everywhere but the looming doors.
"How is Nagisa, Takebayashi?" Isogai asked the bespectacled teen. The other sighed and leaned his forehead on the bottle, shoulders drooping.
"Takebayashi?" Isogai repeated sharply.
"Not good..." Takebayashi admitted and the class representative stiffened. "In all honesty, I don't think he is going to make it..."
"Don't be stupid!" Sugino slammed his fist on the wall, startling the class. Eyes and gritted teeth hidden behind his other hand. "Nagisa will make it... he has to... we still need to kill Koro-sensei, after all."
No one had the heart to remind him that the assassination is supposed to stay a secret, nor that if they fail, they'll all die in two months anyway.
"We just have to believe in him."
Belief is such a fickle feeling, Kataoka thought as she saw the gloom re-settle on her classmates and the hope being drained away as the hours tickled by slowly, almost mocking them.
Karasuma-sensei will be fine, Koro-sensei made sure that none of the shots would be fatal, but Nagisa didn't have a nice guy shoot him. He had an assassin who was hired to kill Karasuma-sensei and for some reason thought it would be a good idea to use Nagisa as the bait.
There her brows furrowed in doubt; no one had noticed the assassin until he had shot Nagisa, why didn't the assassin use the opportunity to just shoot Karasuma-sensei and be done with it? It's not like she wants her teacher dead but it just didn't make sense.
"Hey, Yuzuki," The brunette detective turned to her curiously, her usually bright light purple eyes dull, which alarmed the light-gray head. "How are you feeling?"
"Like the best friend of the main character of a tragic manga," She replied, semi-detached. "I wasn't close to Nagisa like those three, but we had our share of fun moments and the news, I guess, hit me harder than I thought. What is it that you wanted?"
Kataoka sighed and placed a hand on her classmate's shoulder in a quiet reassurance. "I have a question."
Fuwa nodded for her to continue. "No one noticed the sniper until he had shot, am I right?"
"Yes."
"Karasuma-sensei didn't notice him either, correct?"
"Yes... what are you trying to say?"
Kataoka took a deep breath. If Fuwa hadn't questioned the absurdity, perhaps she was just being silly, but she still has to ask. To satisfy her curiosity.
"Megu?"
"Couldn't the sniper simply shoot Karasuma-sensei and be done with it?" At Fuwa's widening eyes she sternly added, misunderstanding the expression as offended, "Of course I don't think Karasuma-sensei should have been shot. But you have to agree with me that unless it is to toy with us or to torture Karasuma-sensei before finishing him off, that it is a bit strange."
Fuwa seemed to be in deep thought, her thumb and pointing finger holding her chin and her eyes closed. Kataoka leaned on the wall, waiting for the verdict.
Finally, Fuwa looked up and sighed. "You're right and with the information I got from Ritsu, I might have some inkling of an idea on what is going on here. But maybe it'll be wiser to call Koro-sensei and ask him that along with some of the more sneaky students to sniff around the Ministry of Defense and Koike-oni-san," She said with an evil glint that was more suited to Karma.
"Have you been interacting too much with Karma recently?" She asked and rolled her eyes at the sly smirk she received in reply.
This class is just a bunch of crazies.
After what felt like years, the light on top of the door finally turned off and a doctor covered with blood came out while taking off bloodied gloves. Some of the students looked green when they had realized that the blood was Nagisa's.
Tired, little black eyes scanned the deadly quiet waiting corridor for a long moment before adorning a small smile and nodding.
"The surgery was a success. Your classmate will live."
A loud, collective breath none realized was held was released and cheers resounded as students embraced and celebrated.
"When can we see him?" Sugino asked impatiently, eyes sparkling. The doctor shook his head and the boy deflated.
"Only tomorrow, I'm afraid. You kids should head home for the night. He is resting at the moment and only family is allowed for now."
The doctor expected them to be disappointed, but not for them to suddenly gape in horror.
"What's wrong?"
"Does his mother even knows?" Kayano asked with sad eyes. The class turned to look expectantly at the grey eyed cop, who frowned for a moment before sighing and turning to make a call.
"I guess not..."
"And after they finally patched up their relationship..."
"Sir!" Everyone turned to a young man wearing doctor garbs rush towards them. The doctor took a deep breath and passed through the kids towards the approaching man.
"What is it, Shin-san?"
"You were operating on Shiota Nagisa, right?"
"What is wrong?" The doctor saw from the edge of his sight the students twitching in concern and let his junior bear the brunt of a tired glare. This should not be talked in front of bystanders unless it is of utmost emergency.
"We just received a distress call from a woman about a public shooting." The doctor sighed at that.
"What has it got to do with my patient?"
"It appears a woman managed to stop the shooter using her bag as a throwing ball. But she was shot in the stomach multiple times."
"Shin-san, your point being?"
"That woman... her name is Shiota Hiromi, the mother of Shiota Nagisa."