TITLE: THE FACILITY

SUMMARY: Koro-sensei is dead. The former students of class E are now the newest students at the Facility, a government run high school where the students were forced to learn to kill other assassins. When your lessons involve enduring torture, building immunities to poisons, and learning how to manipulate adults it can be almost unbearable... [Begins at an alternative ending to the show]

Rated M.


Chapter Four


He really didn't know how much time had passed. He had passed out and woken up so many times. It felt like a week had gone by, but he knew he would be dead if that were the case. Something about it being pitch black made this even harder. He had vomited more than once, having to reach out in the dark to find the toilet, but he also knew the temperature was fluctuating. It never stopped being hot, but he supposed since their goal wasn't to kill him that they lessened up on the heat when they thought his vitals were falling too much. Which was why they had put the sensor stickers on his chest before he went in, so they could monitor it.

Part of him was starting to imagine things, the feeling that a hand had reached out and grabbed his leg or arm, and grabbed it so tightly it sent a shock of pain through it. But he kept telling himself those were just muscle cramps, a common symptom of heat exhaustion.

He did feel what he could only describe as small pin pricks of coldness. Like when you're in a hail storm in winter and tiny shards of ice keep hitting your face. It was like that but all over his arms, face and chest. Though he was pretty sure that was his skin reacting to the heat. Maybe, he was melting, he thought for one wild moment.

The door to his little cell opened, looking as though a blade of light cut open the darkness. His eyes couldn't bare to look at it, but he heard Sensei speak.

"Well Nagisa. It has been twenty four hours. Are you ready to apologize to me as well as your class?"

"Yes..." he answered softly. His mouth was so dry...

"Good, then get up," he demanded.

He reached out using the toilet to help him to his feet. He was trembling, it wasn't as though he was cold, but his muscles didn't seem to want to support him. He took two steps out of the room when one of Sensei's limbs shot out blocking his path. "Well, what should you say to me?"

"I'm sorry. Sensei."

"And will you be interrupting or back talking anymore?" he asked.

"..." he felt nauseous.

Using his limb he turned Nagisa's face towards him. "Answer me Nagisa, or you will go right back in there."

He couldn't bare the idea of that, but his pride didn't mean that much to him...

"No, Sensei," he answered.

"Wonderful," he said his limb retracting back into his body, he turned away. "Go ahead and get some water and a shower. You can come to class when your fin—"

A thump from behind him told him Nagisa had collapsed.

Without turning around he spoke to the people in the lab, "He's a great assassin, but he has little to no ability to subsist through simple torture means, he may be a brilliant assassin, but his body is rather frail, it might be his size..."

The scientist in the lab stared at him, they all seemed scared of him.

"Well, don't just stand there, cool him down. He and Karma are on my top eight list of students I absolutely cannot lose, the rest are... expendable if necessary..."

"Yes Sir," they chimed together rushing to Nagisa's side. A woman with mid-length black hair grabbed one arm, and a somewhat old balding man grabbed the other to hoist him up.

"Ueda," the teacher said and the woman glanced up at him.

"Yes Sir?"

"Document everything, how well he took the heat at each hour. How fast or slow he recovers. I want it all documented. It will help determine which injections we give him in the future."

She smiled awkwardly, "Sure thing Sir."

He turned to another woman on the computers. "How is Karma holding up?"

"He's freezing, but his vitals aren't too bad considering..."

"Leave him in there until they are borderline. He needs to taste the brink if he is to fear ending up in this place again," the teacher pointed out.

"Understood Sir," she answered and started to type in the necessary inputs to make it even colder.


Nagisa didn't wake up for two days.

After he was escorted to class, shackled in place, and after the guards had left, Karma spoke up.

"Man, did they keep you there for 72 hours?" he asked genuinely sounding concerned, but also slightly impressed.

"No, just one day, but I didn't handle the heat well I think I was passed out that whole time..."

"They put you in a place with heat?" Karma frowned. "The place they put me was cold as hell..."

"Were you there a whole day?"

"Uh, I think a little longer, not sure exactly. It wasn't too bad though. Cold isn't that bad to deal with if you can think of other things."

Is there anything Karma can't do? Nagisa found himself thinking.

"Well, good luck on our first exam."

"That's today!" Nagisa gasped.

"Yeah man, it's Friday... Or at least that's the day they say it is. They don't exactly give us calendars," Karma grinned slightly.

How can he still joke around after that... Nagisa frowned turning back to the front of class.

"Hey," Karma said softly calling his attention back. "Seriously, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he answered looking back at him.

"You don't look okay," Karma pointed out. Something in Nagisa's look was different. He couldn't place it. It was missing something that it had before. "You look kinda like everyone else here... None of you guys really look okay anymore."

"I'm am Karma," Nagisa answered bluntly turning back to the front.

He shrugged, waiting patiently for the other students to arrive.

Their exam consisted of a headset that linked them to a speaker of their target language. Nagisa put his on and immediately heard the woman on the other end launch into very rapid but at least proper Spanish.

He took a deep breath and he began to carry on a conversation with her. Almost fluently, though he could already tell his pronunciation wasn't as good as hers, but he recalled what words he needed and the order he needed to say them. The test lasted an hour, and when they were done they all set their headphones down in-front of them, waiting silently.

The teacher was shuffling through a tablet in his hands and he grinned. "Well, your results are coming in. You all had 68% fluency or better. Not bad after only a month, but I think another two weeks of the memory injections will do you all some good. Congratulations, I am pleased with this progress."

His praise meant nothing to them. So unlike when Koro-sensei would put a happy design on their good papers, or when he would tell them what a good job they had done, his tone held no sense of pride in having witnessed his students hard work.

"When I praise you, you should thank me," he explained. "So go ahead and do so..."

"Thank you Sensei," they all answered monotonously, except for Karma, but he didn't notice.

"Now, I put this off until now because of your exams, but—" quick as lightning Karma and Nagisa's shackles opened and fell to the floor. "I believe you two have something to say to the class..."

Slowly they both got up walking to the front of class.

Nagisa bowed first. "I apologize for disrupting class the other day."

As Nagisa stood before him, they could all see it. Something was missing from his eyes, the same thing they were missing, but none of them could quite place what the it was.

He turned to the teacher, "Again, Sensei. I'm sorry for disrupting class."

"Let me see your hand Nagisa."

Nagisa held out his hand, where the cut was scabbed over, but clearly not magically healed.

"Well, I think that shoots your theory out the window huh?" he asked.

"Yes Sensei, it does," he answered avoiding his gaze. Everyone knew, Nagisa had been broken...

"You may return to your seat."

He turned slowly walking back.

"Now Karma, it's your turn."

"Right-oh teach," he answered turning to face the class. "I'm sorry we ended up here. I'm sorry we got stuck with this fucked up shit face for a teacher, but most of all I'm sorry for this—"

He sent his hand flying towards the teacher and the light caught something he was holding. It looked like a very small piece of metal which he jabbed into the teacher's eye.

He was so caught off guard by this he stumbled backwards a bit looking furious, he ripped whatever it was out letting it fall to the floor, his eye went with it. Except, that wasn't a real eye...

"Sorry Sensei, I just thought you should look more like how we remembered you..." Karma said grinning.

Everyone in class glanced questionably around at one another.

"So, since we all know now, how about we call you Yanagisawa-sensei eh?"

Kayano gasped softly as she stared at the scene.

It couldn't be him, Nagisa thought remembering back to the day Koro-sensei had died. The man with the eye. The one who was Kayano's sister's fiance. But they thought he had died. He didn't look the same now. His face was different, but now... The longer he looked, the more he thought he could see it...

But another second and their was no reason to look that hard. He reached up ripping fake skin from his face and then... Yup, that was the face they remembered. But this reveal didn't affect anyone more than Kayano and Itona, who had both been manipulated by the man.

"So where did this come from," he picked up the small piece of metal with the fake eye attached, their was hole in his head where his eye should have been.

"I borrowed it from a classmate," Karma pointed out.

It was then that the teacher noticed it was the broken underwire from one of the female's student's bras.

"Well," he said softly, and suddenly all the girls let out a sudden shriek and the next they realized their Sensei was holding all the girl's in their class' bras. He let them fall in the trash by his desk. "You just cost all the girls their bra privileges."

"Well damn," Karma said grinning. "I guess gym sure is gonna be a LOT more interesting when Mr. Takaoka gets back..."

They hadn't had a gym class since he left.

"I think you could use some more time in solitary Karma..." he said with a dangerous tone.

"Sure, but hey this time, can I go in the hot room? It sounds like much more fun," he asked grinning.

"I can indulge that," he answered.

"Shall I go back to my seat while I wait for your guards?" he asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Alriht then," he turned, his cocky smile firmly affixed.

"It'll be nice to see more of you girls in gym on Monday," he teased to all the girls. All of whom looked upset but none of them spoke up. He couldn't believe how unwilling they were to even express their anger... Which was the purpose of Karma's teasing. He stopped briefly at Kayano's desk. "Well, I guess I won't be seeing more of you will I?"

Her face turned even further down as she stared at her desk top without looking up at him. That was cold even for Karma, Nagisa thought to himself as Karma stood beside her and when he turned away he thought he saw something like disappointment cross Karma's face.

They were broken past the point of insults, Karma found himself thinking. He took his seat and the class was dead silent as Yanagisawa called for two guards.

Wait, Nagisa thought to himself. The barrier that Koro-sensei had been trapped in. We were sure it had killed him. It wouldn't have if he were human. Which meant he had had the same type of chemical makeup that Koro-sensei had at least at the time. So why did the regular everyday knife hurt him the other day? It shouldn't have. He felt his chest grow heavy. But what did any of it matter really... Yanagisawa or not. Koro-sensei's DNA or not. They were still screwed...

He decided not to think about it anymore and no one looked back at Karma when the guards came to take him away.

Yanagisawa continued their lessons on languages by having them begin to re-write the dictionaries of the current languages they were studying. This was to help the chemicals aiding in their memories to keep the material.

Nagisa found it hard to concentrate knowing that Karma was in that awful room...


"You're very quiet this week Nagisa, is anything wrong?"

What isn't wrong, he thought to himself. "Nothing Sir."

Nagisa was looking up at the small blinking light in the corner of the room avoiding his eyes.

"I heard you imagined hurting your ribs the other day," he said while scribbling on his clip board.

"Yes Sir."

"Want to tell me about that?"

"..."

"Not really then?" he shrugged writing something else. When he set the clip board down Nagisa glanced at it noticing he had written: Doesn't handle pain well.

"How about your hand. May I see it?"

Nagisa held it out and he examined his palm. "Well this doesn't seem too bad. It should heal up nicely. How about your neck, lift your chin up."

Nagisa did. After being choked by Takaoka and Sensei numerous times the past month a bruise had started to form on his neck and it was something the Dr wanted to keep track of.

"Well, that seems completely healed. Wonderful."

He hadn't thought to look for it then, but Nagisa had a feeling that the bruise had healed the same time his ribs had mysteriously healed.

"Before I conclude today's session, is their anything else you would like to discuss with me? Any concerns about your mental or physical health that I can address with your overseers?"

"No Sir," he answered dully.

"Any non-health related concerns that I can address with your overseers?"

"No Sir," he answered again.

"I see," he said smiling. He got to his feet and held out his hand. "It was good to see you again Nagisa."

He brought his handcuffed hand up to meet his and shook it somewhat weakly.

"I will see you next week then," he said before leaving.

"Nagisa Shiota, please return to your bed." It was the computerized voice that woke him up every morning.

Sighing he got to his feet and climbed up on the bed lining up the exact way he needed to be for the the latches on it to close around him. It secured him from the waist down as well as his neck and torso. He held his arms in the air which was the signal for the Facility workers to come in. They took off his hand cuffs and put his hands on the right spot in the bed for the latches to secure those down too.

Then the doctors pulled a metal tray over and laid out the injections he would be receiving that day. The blonde woman doing that this day was speaking with her the other two colleagues in the room about plans she had that weekend, calmly, happily, as though she weren't just giving a bound child forced injections.

He wondered how these people could honestly care so little...

He noticed their was an extra one today and the moment it entered his skin it burned and he winced, gritting his teeth to stop from yelling out.

"Now now, you're okay," the woman said patting his arm without looking at him, and she started laughing at a joke one of the colleagues had just made.

They left and it continued to burn until he could feel it in every limb, and then it slowly dissipated. What was that one...


The next thing they knew it was Monday, and Nagisa felt a sinking feeling when (instead of being directed towards their class) he was escorted to the auditorium. That's right... It's Monday. That meant Takaoka was back and they would have to start their training again.

"Hello again Nagisa," Takaoka said cheerfully when he entered. He looked towards the mat that they were instructed to sit on every morning while waiting for the whole class to arrive. Karma wasn't there... This was the start of day three. He had been gone so long he was starting to get even more worried about him...

"Hello Daddy," he responded in the way he liked, Nagisa didn't want to catch hell if he didn't.

The guards had him sit down and headed towards the exit.

"Are you not even going to ask me about my trip?" he asked grinning.

"I'm sorry Daddy how was your trip," he answered dully.

"It was wonderful! I went to a few countries, but the story I'm telling focuses on when I went to Paris," he said happily. "I saw some old friends there, look..."

He threw an arm around Nagisa's shoulders and showed him a picture of Karasuma and Professor Bitch standing side by side. He looked as though he were very nearly on the edge of punching the camera man and she looked rather worried about something. "Snuck a pic of them before I left, but I gave them the collection from all of our first week together."

Nagisa felt slightly sick to his stomach, those pictures were embarrassing and practically served as proof that they hadn't become as skilled as Mr. Karasuma had thought. He didn't want their former teachers thinking they couldn't defend themselves. Just knowing they had seen them at possibly their weakest moments made him feel (if possible) even more pathetic then he already did.

Perhaps the only consolation from this knowledge was knowing Koro-sensei wasn't alive to see his former students being so pitiful. Nagisa turned away from the picture almost as soon as he had showed it to him. It felt almost as though those looks they were giving the camera was directed right at him...


"I already told you, this is not your jurisdiction, and you dropped a mission you said you were going to take. Do you know how that makes you look?"

"I know Sir," Karasuma sighed trying his best to reason with his superior. He had been trying to contact him for a few days with no response and he finally decided just to crash his office to get him to listen.

"But you have to listen to me. Those kids are—"

"None of your concern anymore," he explained getting to his feet he walked around the desk to try and appear more threatening. Which was hard to do as he was a whole foot shorter than Karasuma. "The day that octopus got put down, those kids made it past some of our best men... They were just school children no less. I had agreed with the entire letting that octopus teach those kids thing so it could buy us time for our laser. I didn't think for a second that they would actually become that skilled. But I couldn't let this kind of opportunity slip by…"

"Sir?"

"Yanagisawa admitted to me that he botched his first experiment with that octopus, but he is rather sure that he can turn his original idea around…"

"Sir are you saying…"

"The biggest problem with the octopus was that he became overly powerful and thus was able to escape. We are taking this experiment slow and above all we're ensuring that escape isn't possible…"

"You're the one who ordered this?"

"Well, it was Yanagisawa's original idea, but yes. I gave the order to have those kids brought in."

"Brought in!? You kidnapped them!" he snapped, and his supervisor took a step back at that.

"Now c'mon… With those skills you really think we would need those kids running around the city? Besides, they were all from that E Class, I heard about them. They were all just gonna grow up to be punks and thugs anyway. We've given them a purpose."

*CRACK* Karasuma punched the table leaving a rather big dent in it.

"What the hell Karasuma!" he snapped rushing over to it. "This was expensive you know!"

"For your information, those kids had great futures," he snapped looking furious. "I don't care what it takes, put me on this assignment. No one alive knows those kids better than me, and I guarantee you would get much better results with me overseeing their training then Takaoka."

"You do know them very well," he sat back down leaning far back in his chair appearing to be thinking. "But Takaoka has a more proven track record of results then you do…"

"Sir, I have to be a part of this assignment. I won't stop until I am…"

"Alright how about this… Those kids are seen by a physician once a week. If you want to do that you can, especially since you claim you know them so well…"

"I wouldn't consider myself much of a—"

"You can do that or you can leave my office and never bring this up again."

"Fine, I'll be the student's physician."

"Aright then, that's settled," he said. "We'll send you the address."

"So how about briefing me on the details of their project."

"Alright," he sighed. "What do you want to know?"

"Exactly what purpose have you planned for them? You're trying to create your own personal assassins I'm guessing…"

"Nonsense, assassins we have plenty of."

Karasuma's frowned deepened and he looked like he was very nearly about to hit him instead of the table, feeling slightly scared of that outcome his supervisor scooted back in his chair. "We're creating our own personal reapers. People we can call when our assassins go rouge."

"An entire squad of 27 reapers, you have to be joking…"

"27, no of course not. When all is said and done we're only expecting about eight of them to survive the training, two of whom we're considering the kamikaze last resort group who we'll send in whenever and if ever the final six are unable to complete a mission."

"And you already know who they're gonna be?"

"Indeed," he opened up a file from his drawer and pulled out two pictures before he slid them over across the desk.

He had been expecting Nagisa and Karma since they had grown to be the most skilled in the class, for two separate reasons, but they were the best. He was surprised to see the faces that were staring up at him.

Kaede Kayano and Itona Horibe.

"Why these two?" he asked trying to think for the life of him was they were even an option for a last resort squad.

"They were given injections from the same research batch that the octopus was. The only difference is they were each given one injection whereas the octopus was given many. Part of having multiple batches helped keep him stable for a long periods of time but would at some point make him blow up. Having only been given one injection each the stability isn't there, but they won't blow up either. Though it could easily fry their insides, which is why they're gonna be the last resort." He leaned back in his chair. "In that state they only focus on killing."

"I thought when the target removed the tentacles from them, it removed their powers from the injections as well."

"No, even with the tentacles gone, the cells are still there. And we know how to make those cells go nuclear at the drop of a hat."

"Well, I'll expect a typed report on each student. You see them on Fridays, I'll expect your reports in by Monday at the latest."

"Exactly what information am I keeping track of?" he asked.

"You will have a form that lists it. Basically their health, both mental and physical. How they're handling their injections. Etc."

"Sir, would you mind if my partner Irina assists me with this?"

He groaned and rolled his eyes slightly, "You know, this isn't a hard job, and you're already forcing part of the work on someone else?"

He shook his head, "No, Sir. I just feel that the girls would probably feel more comfortable discussing matters of their physical health with another woman, rather than a man."

"Huh, you know. I never thought about that…" he frowned.

"Alright, if that's what you want…" he shrugged. "Now go on… You got what you wanted, but on some of your days off finished the assassination you dropped!"

"Yes Sir," he said getting to his feet, and he headed towards the door. He wasn't getting exactly what he wanted, but at least this was better than nothing. At least he would be there if they really needed him…


When Nagisa was let back to class he was surprised to find Karma in his usual seat. After he was secured and the guards left he turned to him. "Are you okay? You were gone so long!"

Karma shrugged, "No big deal, I just kept mouthing off so they kept throwing me back in."

Nagisa frowned, "How did you handle the heat, anyway?"

"Piece of cake, I was trying to see if their was any loose paneling in there, but they got that place sealed up tight. Really impressive how they built it, but honestly it was no worse then being locked in a sauna. I just laid bad and enjoyed the heat."

"I don't know how you could stand it..." Nagisa remembered his time in there... "Listen Karma, don't do anything to upset him anymore. I don't want to see you get hurt..."

"Aw how cute. Why? You care about me or something?" he teased, getting his usual Karma devil expression.

"Yes," Nagisa answered without blinking and without a moment's hesitation.

Karma stared at him, "Wait, what really?"

"Of course, we've been friends for a long time, why wouldn't I care about you?"

"Oh..." he answered sounding a tad disappointed. "Yeah sure..."

The other students piled in, though their wasn't much talking among themselves after it was no longer just Karma and Nagisa in the room. Nakamura and Terasaka were missing. Their solitary was being carried out today.

Once everyone was present Yanagisawa entered smiling. As he walked by Karma he placed the same hunting knife on his desk that he had made Nagisa slice his hand open with, then using one of his limbs he undid the shackles on Karma's feet. He was so stunned that he didn't actually do anything immediately.

Yanagisawa went to the front of the class smiling, "Well Karma, I believe I finally have the answer to making you behave."

"Oh yeah? Koro-sensei couldn't even figure that one out. Alright, I'll bite. Let's hear it."

"Well, I've given you the tools you need to interrupt class," he pointed out. "But I will of course not make you, it is your decision."

He used his speed to return their proper dictionaries to them. "Please continue recopying the dictionary."

Smiling Karma got up from his seat and began heading down towards the teacher spinning the knife in his had. As he went by Nagisa's chair, Nagisa grabbed the bottom of his shirt. "Karma, I have a bad feeling about this. Just sit down..."

"Heh, no way," he responded before pulling free and continuing his pursuit. Nagisa knew he wasn't going to stop even before he had tried to ask. Karma had been challenged, and he had never failed to meet a challenge.

"So teach, what's your plan? More solitary, or did you give me this knife so we could fight one on one?" he asked.

"None of the above," Yanagisawa answered still grinning as coldly as ever. "I would like to offer you one last chance to take your seat..."

"Not a chance," Karma answered and using his knife he lunged forward, and suddenly they heard a gasp from the back of the room. One of his limbs were holding Okuda up by her neck choking her, her feet pulling against the chains binding her to the floor. Karma froze mid-assault and she was dropped to the ground gasping.

"What are you doing?" he asked completely confused by the teacher's actions.

"It's simple Karma, you don't seem to care about being beat or solitary. You don't seem to care about yourself. I have been reviewing the tapes and videos we recorded of you since you first arrived. And most of the time, whenever you would act up, it was because one of your classmates was in trouble or danger. Thus your acting up was a way to put the focus on you. I suppose it was your own special way of saving them especially since you're not even close to being on par with me or Mr. Takaoka's speed."

Karma still had his blade partially extended as he listened to him, Okuda climbed back in her seat breathing heavily.

"So you're done. No more punishments for you Karma. You will not get another one while your here. But every time you disobey or act out, one of your classmates will take the punishment you would have received..."

He took a very slight step back, his blade was still extended, but his face was looking at him as though he had never quite seen anything like him before...

It took a lot for Karma to care about anyone. Which was saying something as when he first arrived and they found out his parents had been killed and he hadn't seemed the least bit sad. But over the last year, he had slowly gotten to care about everyone in class. You couldn't really do the things they had done together without that happening. Mortal enemies wouldn't have come out of some of the stuff they went through without being best friends. Karma did care about them, even if he teased most of them to no end, even if he joked about not liking them. Deep down he really did...

"Oh I'm sorry, is that not enough of an incentive for you?" he asked. "Well I do have one more trump card..."

Holes in the ceiling opened up and monitors came down all around the room. Each one was showing a different scene but it was all of the same old woman. Karma's eyes widened.

"You didn't care when your parents died, but I kept thinking to myself. He had to have someone he cared about. Everyone does. So after a bit of reconnaissance I discovered this old bird."

"..."

"She waits every morning for the boy from down the street to bring her flowers, and when he doesn't show she gets worried, and walks the quarter of a mile down to his house only to find— Aw... he died. Burned alive. She then mourns tearfully on the bench across the street for hours, and walks home alone..."

"..."

"She mourns your death every single day, alzheimers is a bitch ain't it Karma? But she hasn't forgotten you has she? How sweet..."

"..."

"So, if you act up too much, and my hurting your classmates isn't enough for you, then I'll have my assassins track down this old bitch and kill her in the most horrific way they can cook up, and then I'll play the video of her death every night when you're trying to sleep on an endless loop. So obey us unconditionally, and you won't have to worry about your classmates or the old woman. But disobey us and all of their blood will be on your hands..."

Everyone in class couldn't believe it. It was cruel beyond words. Karma was a lot of things, but even he couldn't bring himself to cause genuine harm to someone he cared about. It was probably Karma's only weakness, and Sensei had found it. What would he do, was the question on everyone's mind...

The knife fell slowly from Karma's hand, clattering to the floor. The smile slowly faded from his face as he did so, and he turned replacing his hands in his pocket as he slowly walked back down the aisle to his seat. Nagisa didn't turn to look as him as he walked by, he was too stunned. They did it... They actually did it!

They broke Karma!

"The same goes for the rest of you, at least those of you whose families weren't already killed. Disobey and the videos of your loved one's deaths will haunt your nights forever."

The silence that met these words seemed to make him happy, and he smiled. "Well, one month to break all of you. Not bad. Now that everyone has sufficiently learned their place, let me tell you about your next lesson. You're going to learn and memorize every country on Earth. With each you are going to learn their systems of governments and the top three heads of every one. As well as major exports and imports etc. In a flash he had grabbed some rather thick books from the corner and placed one in front of each of them. You can get to the letter H in your copying of the dictionary first. Then you may begin reading these..."

His teaching methods were more about letting them learn on their own then actually teaching. They all opened their books and began to read silently. The sense of defeat hung heavy in the air. Nagisa only saw one of two outcomes for their futures. Either they were going to become coldhearted and obedient assassins. Or they were going were going to die here at the Facility.


I had a hard time writing about Karma, but I think I got something that actually seemed like something that would break the kid without having to make him too much out of character. Anyway, the poll is still up. Feel free to take it, and if you guys have any classroom pairings for love interests (aside from Karma & Nagisa) that you might wanna see suggest them. If it seems like something I can write I'll try to do so. I'm kinda partial to ChibaXHayami myself.