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 Seven


He had seen wrong. Surely...

He grabbed the chair pulled it up close, sat down, and stared back into the magnifier.

Please don't be mad!

A tiny Koro-sensei was bowing profusely next to the words he had just spelled out.

"Mad? How the hell are you alive!" he snapped.

Koro-sensei jumped up taking out a very tiny broom-like object he moved the blood around to spell something else:

It's a long story.

"Long story my ass!" he snapped. "Tell me! How are you alive? And how are you here?"

He began to scoop around the blood again spelling out the story one sentence at a time. He read it aloud to Irina as she had moved next to him.


Upon being stabbed he felt himself being broken apart. Cells once so closely connected pulled away, and he was sure he was dying. It honestly wasn't so bad. He felt no pain other than the realization of leaving his heartbroken students behind. But as he broke apart he noticed himself being to glow. It was likely the energy leaving his body, and he felt himself floating upwards. He could no longer feel his body. But, surprisingly. He could still see. How? He wasn't sure.

His students... The light from the cells breaking apart and from his energy leaving his body illuminated their heartbroken faces.

"Don't be sad," he tried to tell them but but the realization that he no longer had a mouth made him realize they couldn't hear him.

Then the energy disappeared, the lights were gone. But he was... Still there. He tried to move, but he couldn't. It didn't take long before he understood, his consciousness had attached to one of his cells. At the mercy of the wind he was smaller than a grain of sand, and slowly he fell in between the grass blades. Maybe this was being dead, or maybe... Maybe he couldn't die after all. He wasn't sure. But having no arms or legs to move around with he sat there, the tiniest of tiny particles among grains of sand that were like giant mountains to him. He didn't have ears and yet he could still hear the cries of his students. It was heartbreaking to hear them hurting so much and not be able to console them.

Eventually the students left the lawn and he remained for quite some time.

The days he hated most were the days when the lawn would be mowed. He would get blown about and come to rest in a new spot. Being in this form didn't feel much different from when he turned himself into a ball back at the resort. This was to be his life now it seemed...

That is, until one day when he was blown about and just happened to collide with another one of his cells. He gain the memories of being that particle, all it had gone through up until now. It seemed each of his cells had a consciousness attached. Now he found he could just barely move about. Two cells it seemed was enough energy to create a tiny little tentacle to allow himself to move about. After some time he found another cell, gained it's memories and was able to make four very tiny tentacles, which allowed him to walk around basically like an extremely tiny spider or maybe ameba was a better image. By this point he was sure if he could reattach all his cells, then maybe... just maybe...

So for some time he got to work scouring the field until he had enough cells gathered to make a very tiny version of himself and at this point he could fly again! And the first thing he wanted to do was go see his students!


He flew to a few homes, but didn't find his students there. Had the next school year begun already? Perhaps they were in class. He wasn't sure. He didn't really know how much time had passed though while on his way to Itona's house he heard gunshots. He sped up quicker noticing immediately that he had no where near his old speed he flew through a crack in the window in time to see Itona round house kick one of the intruders in his home. The man fell to the ground.

"Itona..." an elderly man and woman were at the base of the stairs in the home. The looked terrified.

"Grandpa, take Grandma upstairs!"

Even amidst this situation, Koro-sensei felt a bit disheartened that Itona's parents had not returned home to take care of him, even though he had called them shortly before his passing in hopes they would come home for him. Well, his Grandparents seemed nice regardless. So maybe it was for the better.

He flew forward as Itona took down another using skills he had taught him. "That's right!" he cheered him on despite knowing that Itona couldn't hear him.

Then the door was thrown open and an intense light was shined in. "What the..." Koro-sensei felt himself falling from mid-air. He couldn't move, and he was sure he had been in this situation before. This light was immobilizing for him. He recognized these pressure rays but they felt far more intense than the last time he had had them focused on him. They were used on him before. He fell into the fibers of the carpet. The shade from them took just enough of this strange light off him for him to force himself into a standing position. Everyone in there looked like giants compared to him, and for one wild moment he wondered if they knew he was here. But then he realize, the light had been produced for Itona. He had fallen to his knees and appeared to have a hard time moving. It didn't seem to affect Itona as badly as it affected him, but he couldn't help but wonder why it affected him at all.

"It's good to see you still have enough of Koro-sensei's cells in you for this old trap to be useful to us," the man who spoke was someone he didn't recognize, but the small emblems on their clothes were the mark of the facility where he had been altered by Yanagisawa.

"No... what are they doing here? What do they want with Itona..." he couldn't fly over to him, the light would just make him fall again, so he was force to watch from within' the carpet.

The man who had spoke up got on a communicator. "Itona Horibe has been successfully acquired."

"And his caregivers?"

The sound of two gun shots went off upstairs. Itona's eyes widened as a man walked down the steps back into the main room where they were. "I offed the old bats," he explained to the other. "As ordered."

"No..." Koro-sensei could see the anger and hurt on Itona's face. His whole world had just been shattered.

The man walked over grabbing him by his shirt to lift Itona to his feet, and just as he did so Itona grabbed the knife from in the man's belt and stabbed it through his collarbone.

He screamed and let go of him. Itona fell back to his knees, but began to struggle back to his feet.

"Turn the light up already!" demanded a faceless voice, and the immobilizing light got brighter. Koro-sensei crouched down in the fibres so the light would not hit him. This was too much it seemed for Itona however. He fell back unable to move.

"Grab the special netting!" demanded the wounded soldier as he ripped the knife out of him. More ran in covering Itona in the net. Koro-sensei didn't want to lose him. He rushed foward under the cover of the carpet fibers and in in the fibers of Itona's collar before he was hoisted over the shoulder of one of the men.

"Let's hurry," one of them demanded.

The light was turned off, but the net seemed to have the same effect on him that the light did. He was struggling to move.

They threw Itona in the trunk of one of the vehicles and it was dark. Small threads of light seeped in when going by streetlights, but other than that it was almost completely dark.

"Damn it," he reached up through the netting trying to push the trunk open. The netting seemed to be stripping him of strength, and making him tired at the same time. When he came to the conclusion that popping the trunk wasn't going to work he started to attempt to rip open the siding in an effort to get to the mechanics of the car's turn signal lights. Which was a good idea, but he didn't have the strength to do it by this point.

"Itona stop! Just save your energy!" Koro-sensei begged. But he didn't listen.

Then he remembered, he couldn't listen. He was far too small, their was no way Itona would hear him when he was this tiny.

So he tried to yell at the top of his voice: "I-TO-NA! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?"

Not so much as a flinch. But it wasn't long before all his strength gave out and he fell unconscious on the floor of the Trunk.

"Itona..." Koro-sensei sighed. "What did they want with him?"

Was it just because he had some of his own cells in him? If that were the case then... Kayano... in all likelihood they would be after her too. Maybe they already had her. Maybe they didn't yet. It would have been far too easy for him to fly out of a crack in the car, but he wanted to make sure he saw where they took him. Then, he could go back and get the help of the other students as well as Karasuma and maybe even Irina. They could all help in rescuing him. Yes! It was a perfect plan!

He had been expecting that they would take him to the Facility, so when the trunk was popped open and Itona was roughly pulled out the sight of that familiar building was no surprise. The surprise came later after getting inside. Hidden in the fibers of Itona's clothes he heard an all too familiar gasp.

"AH! Itona!" Yukiko gasped.

"Damn it! They got him too!" Terasaka's voice.

Why were the other children here!? Itona and even Kaede at least made sense. He just couldn't think of a reason for the rest of the class to be here, but then he noticed only about half, maybe slightly less than half were there. He moved so he could see better. They were going down a hall, cages were on either side, and the first few were filled with his students. Itona was none too gently thrown on the floor of the next empty cage, the netting was pulled off him.

"Oi, Itona!" Terasaka called.

"Is he okay?" Manami gasped from another cage.

"I don't know I can't tell from here," Terasaka was in the cage straight across from Itona so he had the best view of him. One of the soldiers who had brought him in hit Teraska's cage with his gun.

"Quit your yapping, he's not dead. He just took more to bring in than you did," he teased grinning.

"Why you!" Teraska tried to reach through the bars and grab him, but he backed up out of his reach.

"Alright who is next," asked one of the guards checking his list. "Nagisa Shiota."

"Ugh, let's grab him tomorrow, I'm beat," said the other guard.

"Wait!" Manami begged as they headed towards the exit. "Please, why are you doing this? What do you want with us?"

"It's not us," the soldiers explained. "We do what we're paid to do."

With that they left. Closing the door behind them. Koro-sensei flew out into the hall they had over half of them already and from doing a quick count, their was one case for each student he had. Well, excluding Ritsu.

"Damn it, what are we going to do!" Terasaka snapped punching the wall.

"Terasaka, don't injure yourself, that's not going to do anyone any good!" Koro-sensei scolded only to remember once again that they couldn't hear him.

"A real assassins would be able to escape from here."

It was Karma. Koro-sensei flew down the hall a bit to view him. He was sitting against the wall looking exhausted. Koro-sensei noticed he was covered in soot.

"Oh yeah? Look if you got a plan, I'm all ears!" Terasaka snapped from down the hall.

"Are you kidding? You saw the amount of security on your way in didn't you? It's impossible. Only someone like Koro-sensei would have a hope of escaping from here."

"Then why the hell did you even bring it up!?" he snapped.

But then a noticeable silence occurred when they mentioned his name.

"Shit, why'd ya have to bring up the damn octopus anyway..." Terasaka growled. Manami started to cry.

"Students, wait! I'm here! I am! I mean, I know you can't hear me, but I'm here!" he called flying to each of their cells in turn. "I promise, I'll find a way to get you all out of here. Even if it's the last thing I do!"

"I don't understand why..." Yukiko asked solemnly. "Why even take us? Do they want a ransom or something?"

"Oh that makes sense," Teraska said aloud, walking over to his cell's entrance to be heard by the others better. "They don't know we never got the reward money, so maybe who ever is in charge is thinking that they can get it from our parents."

"You never got the reward!" Koro-sensei gasped. Darn... He had so been hoping their college years would be paid for with that...

"Then why did they kill them," said a weak voice and Koro-sensei flew back down to where Terasaka was. Itona had woken up but he looked terribly weak.

"Kill who?" Terasaka asked.

"My Grandparents, I've been living with them ever since graduation," he explained. He didn't or more likely couldn't get up from the ground so he spoke from the place where he was laying. "They killed both of them..."

"WHAT!?" gasped one of the girls down the way.

"Uh... maybe they're thinking your parents would pay."

"Even if we had gotten the reward money, my old man wouldn't pay $5 to get me back, let alone any amount that would be worth a ransom..." Itona closed his eyes though he wasn't falling asleep but he was clearly listening intently.

"They killed my parents as well, so I guess that theory is out the window," Karma explained.

"They did! Why didn't you tell us that!?" Manami gasped.

"Don't look so upset, my parents and I weren't exactly friends you know. I'm thinking this is more along the lines of what's easier. If it was easier to bribe a parent or guardian they did so. If it was easier just to kill them, they did that as well. They probably also based that on how much we fought back," Karma explained.

Itona frowned at that. "So... if I hadn't fought back, you're saying they might have let them live..."

"Probably," Karma answered.

Itona winced as regret filled him.

"Jeez Karma!" Terasaka snapped before looking in Itona's direction. "Look, I'm sure their wasn't anything that could be done! They probably would have killed them regardless, their wasn't anything you could have done."

Itona covered his eyes with his arm, clearly trying to hide the fact that tears had filled his eyes, "I could have come quietly. I think Karma's right, their dead because of me..."

"I didn't say that," Karma interjected. "They're dead, because of these assholes, and for no other reason. They'll tell us why this is happening soon enough, so we might as well just wait until then."

"No way! I'm getting you kid's out now!" Koro-sensei snapped and he flew down to the nearest cage to him to push the bars open. With all his might he pushed and pushed. But to no avail. "I'm too weak..."

He looked town has his microscopic form. "I need to gather more of my cells... It's the only way I'll regain my strength... But..."

He couldn't leave, his students needed him! They needed him to be here to protect them from whatever they were about to face. He turned glancing back at Itona who was still hiding his tears, Manami who removed her glasses to wipe her eyes. Terasaka who was looking down at his bloody knuckles from where he had punched the wall, and the others. He didn't know how long most of them had been here. It could have been hours or day for all he knew.

No. He wouldn't leave their side. He couldn't.

...and...

He didn't.

The kids we're left in those cells until all the students had been captured, and once they all had then the real goals of the Facility began. He didn't much care for their new teacher (for lack of a better word), and the students fought back a lot at first. But as time went on he noticed their will ebbing away. Then one day...

"Nakamura," their teacher said as he passed her seat. "Will you please tell me your number?"

"83, Sensei," she answered boldly.

He sighed audibly before walking on. "How about you Terasaka?"

"948," he answered somewhat annoyed sounding. Shaking his head their teacher pressed on.

"Well," He stopped beside Karma's desk. "Will you tell me your number?"

"Not today Teach," he answered grinning. Koro-sensei was always on edge whenever Karma was addressed. He was rebelious still, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

He smiled, "You know, as the only student who is willing to participate in this lesson I am going to let you slide for the remainder of this week..."

"Aw, isn't that nice of you," Karma kept grinning even as he watched the teacher walk back to the front of the class.

"Well, it seems I'm going to have to teach you all how to participate. This lesson is meant to teach you how to retain classified information despite the torture that your enemies may inflict on you if captured. It is perhaps the most vital skill you will learn here, almost none of you are taking it seriously. So now... you will have to face punishments. For every week you fail to retain your number you will spend one day in solitary confinement, with no food or water. If you fail to retain your number for two weeks in a row, you will be placed in solitary for two days. It will increase by one day for each week in a row that you fail... If you fail too many times. You will likely die in there."

All of them looked shocked that he was willing to go that far. As if keeping his students safe from this mad man wasn't already hard enough!

"Well, rest assured. I nor the staff will ask you about them any more today, hopefully this will give you time to think over how important it will be to keep your number safe. But this does mean... Nakamura, Terasaka, you both have already failed for this week, and your solitary will take place on Monday."

"That's not fair! You can't make up conditions like that out of the blue. When they gave you their numbers their was no penalty. You can't—" Muramatsu snapped.

"I can do whatever I please to make you into the strongest and most capable assassins possible. No other assassins in existence will be as thoroughly trained and capable as this class will be. It is the opportunity of a lifetime, I suggest you kids don't screw it up just because you don't understand my methods. Now, sit down. We gave you one month to be fluent in the languages you choose and you're going to be tested on Saturday. So I suggest you get back to your studies."

Koro-sensei was flying overhead looking worried, and then Nagisa's hand went in the air.

"What a pleasant surprise," he said walking over to him. "Yes Nagisa do you have a question."

"Yes, Sensei. How do you have your tentacles without the side effects that go along with it?"

"I don't believe that has anything to do with the Spanish you're supposed to be studying."

"I apologize Sensei, but I'm curious. You and Mr. Takaoka seem to have very similar powers to Koro-sensei now, but you're both able to maintain a human form and without side effects. I know that Itona and Kayano had them but their were side effects, and you two don't seem to suffer from any. How is that possible..."

He smiled, "Oh alright, I'll indulge you. The experiment that your former teacher underwent was one of the first prototypes of a series of drugs many drugs. That combination altered his dna severely to the point of making him lose his human appearance. Their have been many test subjects since then. Itona, and Kayano for example, but even more than them. Botched experiments were put down most of the time, or they simply died on their own. Now we're at a point where the batches have been almost perfected, and it doesn't require near as many injections as your former teacher received. The things that worked were kept, the things that didn't were tossed. I am the result. These skills are quite handy for an assassin, but as you may have guessed I am not an assassin. I am merely a scientist hell bent on creating a group of assassins so frighteningly powerful that people will quake in fear of the task force's name. But you kids were already quite skilled when you came here so I knew no ordinary human would be able to stand up here and teach you. You would kill them. No, it would take someone with powers similar to your previous teacher's to keep you kids in line, and that was the reason why I used it on myself and Mr. Takaoka."

Nagisa looked away at this.

"Nagisa..." the teacher's elongated fingers grabbed his hair pulling his head back. "I wasn't done talking, you should look your teacher in the eyes when they're speaking to you."

"..." he winced, and their teacher continued.

"I forgot to tell you kids the best part. Your graduation presents (for those of you who survive to graduation) will be a dose of the perfected serum."

"Wha! I don't want tentacles ew!" Kurahashi gasped.

His other hand shot out towards her slapping her across the face and her hand flew to her cheek.

"I will no longer tolerate students speaking without first being called on," he said frowning. "And what you want (in the end) matters very little to me..."

He released Nagisa's hair and got to his feet again. "Once the surviving students are perfected, we will sell your services out to the highest bidders, you will the ones they call when people want assassins killed. That will of course make the facility rich beyond our wildest dreams. It's what my late mentor Mr. Yanagisawa dreamed of. I am merely carrying out his vision."

"What!?" Koro-sensei gasped. Yanagisawa was his pupil. He immediately looked down at Kayano who looked beside herself. "Damn..."

"Now, please get back to your lessons."

He couldn't be with every student at night. So he would pick one and attach himself to their clothes, this was a gamble. He never knew which student might need him more that night, and he always felt a sense of guilt with picking one over another. He decided it was best to just pick a different one each night. This particular night he choose Nagisa.

They strapped him to the uncomfortable bed as they did all the students each night, and then some of the scientists came in. This, he remembered all to well, when it had been him. It was horrible to stand by and watch as one of his students endured their experimentation. They injected him with something that made his scream at first, he flew over to his side placing one of his small tentacles on his neck to sense his vitals. His heart was racing as though her were running at top speed, the part of his brain that responded to pain was going haywire. Koro-sensei did his best to calm Nagisa but even trying that frequency trick on his mind he was still quite distressed. By the time they were leaving he looked ill. He was sweating terribly and breathing hard.

"Nagisa..." Koro-sensei sighed. All his students were enduring nights like this, and he couldn't do anything but try his best to lesson one of their pains at a time.

If their teacher was bad, their gym teacher was worse...

"Yo, Nagisa, you better wake up," Tarasuka snapped in a low voice.

Nagisa's eyes shot open when he heard his name but they instantly felt heavy again.

"Are you alright man?"

Nagisa nodded. "Yeah..."

Poor Nagisa had been ill the whole night before and he still looked exhausted today. Koro-sensei told himself that he was going to learn a frequency that could put the students out when needed so he could at least make sure they got a good nights rest for the horrors that awaited them the following days.

"Well stay alert," he warned. "You don't want to give him a reason..."

"I know," Nagisa frowned.

"Alright, is this all of you?" he asked looking around. "Good."

Takaoka turned to the entrance and the guards there nodded securing the door. Using his inhuman speed he un-handcuffed all of them in mere seconds before returning to his place in front of them.

"Let's do roll call shall we? Karma?"

"Here Daddy," Karma answered saying the second word in the creepiest way he could manage.

This whole Daddy, thing was meant to add insult to injury, to bring the student's morale down.

"Isogai?"

"Here Daddy," he answered dully.

"Nagisa?"

Nagisa's had pulled his knees up to his chest while waiting for his name to be called, but that also was perfect position to fold his arms and rest his head just for a second.

"NAGISA!"

He jumped awake and Takaoka used one of his stretched out limbs wrap around his ankle and he was dragged across the floor and held upside down before him.

"Falling asleep during my class... Now I thought we had previously discussed your behavioral issues..."

"Sorry..."

"Sorry what?" he snapped

"Sorry... Daddy."

Takaoka threw him to the ground. Wincing he got to his feet.

"Damn," Koro-sensei cursed flying over.

"Now, what is Daddy going to do with you?" he asked grinning somewhat maniacally. "I was told to make sure you guys weren't injured too badly so you could focus in your study session after this, but I think it's really time for you to learn a long lasting lesson. A few broken ribs should serve as a good little six week reminder that you should stay awake in my class. Watch this children, in case you think it's a good idea to fall asleep in my class."

One of Takaoka's limbs shot out hitting him across the face, the next blow landed directly to his chest. Koro-sensei did his best to try and block the impending blows, but only succeeded in getting himself thrown back as well. Nagisa rolled a few times across the floor and came to a stop after his latest hit.

"You surprise me, you were always so prepared to fight," he said walking over to him.

"No you don't!" Koro-sensei snapped. Trying his best to push back Takaoka's boot before it collided with Nagisa's chest. But, he was not big enough, nor strong enough to do so. It collided without any sign of his having tried to slow it down.

"C'mon, where is all that spunk you had before coming here. Has being at the Facility broken your spirit that much?"

CRASH!

Koro-sensei glanced back at the other students to see that Karma had kicked over the weapons stand.

"Oops, my bad," he said cheerfully. "But, you know damn well why he's not fighting you like he did, your just too much of a cocky bastard to think that he's already beaten you twice and thus must have a rather good explanation as to why he's not kicking your ass now, or did they not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Karma..." Koro-sensei could see what he was doing. But all that would result was having two student hurt now instead of one...

"About the Facility holding our families hostage to ensure we remain obedient little boys and girls," and upon looking at his face Takaoka did look surprised.

"Oh so you didn't know?" Karma said grinning. "Oh that's rich, so you really thought the reason why Nagisa and rest of the class hasn't been kicking your ass these last few weeks is because we're scared of you. Don't make me laugh. After the things we dealt with, the things we've seen. You're not even on my top ten list of concerns."

"Excuse me?" he snapped.

"And your Facility screwed up. Some of our families were murdered. Mine included. Oh but don't feel bad for me. It might really do me some good to have a new father figure in my life. I mean, I've been really quiet in your class up until now, so I don't know if anyone has ever told you, but I have some behavior issues..."

"You're going too far Karma!" Koro-sensei snapped, but of course he knew he couldn't hear him.

Takaoka started heading towards him.

"See, you got yourself some fancy new limbs and inhuman speed and you think you're Mr. Big shot. But now that you realize these guys are only taking your shit because their families will be killed if they don't, what does that do to your ego?"

He didn't say anything, but simply kept walking towards him.

"KARMA! Stop provoking him!" Koro-sensei screamed in hopes he might hear. "You'll only succeed in getting hurt as well!"

"You know fighting someone who isn't being blackmailed into submission is very different from fighting someone with nothing to lose. So c'mon, Daddy. Why don't you teach your disobedient son a lesson?" Karma bent down and picked up a real blade from the fallen weapons that had skidded across the floor when he tipped over the stand. He was getting that crazed look on his face again.

Koro-sensei could do nothing but watch as Takaoka beat Karma. He didn't do so with the same anger and hatred he had shown when hurting Nagisa, but he still seemed to enjoy causing Karma pain. Neither of those two men deserved to call themselves educators.

Twenty minutes later the class had returned to normal students in sets of three running the obstacle course. It gave Nagisa and Karma time to rest.

"Man that guy pisses me off," Karma said frowning.

"Look, if that guy wants to beat me around a little, j... just let him. You or any... anyone else getting involved just makes this whole situation ha... harder."

"Stop talking, you sound like you can barely breathe, so talking has to hurt more right?" Karma asked dully as he laid back looking up at the ceiling. The side of his face was clearly bruised but Koro-sensei was worried about Nagisa. He coughed slightly a small bit of blood appearing in his hand.

"OH NO!" Korosensei gasped he flew around the blood spot trying to make sure nothing about the blood was abnormal, but this was a bad sign. Had his broken ribs punctured something vital! Normally he would wait for when the students were asleep to heal them, but this couldn't wait. He flew down Nagisa's shirt and small white tentacles reached out to heal him. Because of his size, it was going to take quite some time.

One thing was certain, he was going to have to risk leaving his students sides if he ever wanted to be more use to them than just healing their wounds. He needed to gather more of his cell to get stronger, but... when could he risk leaving them. For all he knew the one day he left might just be the day one of them was injured enough to the point of being killed. What could he do?

He worked on Nagisa's ribs the remaindered of the day and finished after he had already been strapped down for the night, then he want to see Karma. His injuries may not have been as severe but he still needed to be looked at. The question was how? He had been up to this point only following one student each night because he never knew which may be in trouble and which might not. And for all he knew he might leave one child's side just before tragedy strikes. Though he decided perhaps the quickest way to travel from one student's room to another was via the air vent. So he used that to find a path to Karma's room. When he got there he had flown down from the vent to his side. Karma was already asleep, so he examined the bruises. They were worse than Karma had made them out to be, so he worked on healing them.

When his work was complete he decided to go check the other students. Their numbers made this more difficult. He looked in on Sumire, then Toka, Takuya was doing fine. So was Yuzuki. He peeked into Kaede's room. Only she wasn't there.

He flew around the room once just to be absolutely sure. She was indeed gone. So he flew back up to the vent and came out in the hallway. He sniffed and caught her scent, not just hers... Itona's as well...

He flew down the hall, the scents took him to the gym where he found Takaoka standing there, and the sight that met his eyes...

Itona and Kaede, both had gone nuclear. Their eyes were wide, dark, glowing. They were punching one another. Clawing, biting, they seemed more like animals than children.

"No!" he gasped. "Please both of you, stop!"

He flew over to them, but they were moving so fast and fighting so fiercely, he couldn't get close. Not that it mattered. They couldn't hear him anyway...

Kaede started screaming, she grabbed Itona by his ankle and she slammed him into the floor, so much so the floor even cracked. Itona spun around then grabbing her wrist, he puller towards him punching her in the face as he did so. She was thrown back rolling across the ground. Then right back into the action she went. They were jumping higher than any regular human possibly good. In some moments they almost appeared to be flying.

This wasn't sparring, this wasn't training. They both were out to kill.

"They're evenly matched it seems," their new teacher had walked up beside Takaoka.

"They sure are," Takaoka agreed.

"I'll increase their injections, this isn't even close to the speed I want them to be at."

"I'll up their training in class and make sure these two do twice as many sets to build up their strength. We'll make them stronger in time for the showing."

Koro-sensei turned staring at them. He was right in front of them and yet they couldn't see him.

What was their plan for these two? He turned back to the fight, horrified by the sight. The fight ended when Takaoka had shot them with darts to put them to sleep. Koro-sensei spent the rest of the night going from Kaede's room to Itona's and vice versa constantly monitoring their vitals because they looked so horrifically worn out.

The following day Nagisa asked the teacher a question which made Koro-sensei realize a problem...

"How could you possibly have a question, class hasn't even started yet," the teacher asked frowning.

"Sorry Sir, but… the injections we're being given. What exactly do they do?"

"We told you, this round improves your memories, and we're testing it by having you learn an entire language in a month…"

"Is that all?" he asked harshly adding to the end, "Sensei."

"Why do you ask?" he lowered his papers slightly eyeing him suspiciously.

"I was injured yesterday, but I'm all better today. Within' twenty four hours my wounds healed when it should have taken much longer, so I just thought that maybe…"

"No Nagisa! Don't mention then! They'll realize I'm still alive!" Koro-sensei gasped rushing over. He didn't know any way of notifying him of the situation however and so he had to watch as horror unfolded.

"That is something you should be discussing with your medical practitioner, you see him this Friday."

"But if you would rather not wait." He set his papers down and walked over to him. "Let us test it then…"

When he stopped at Nagisa's desk he took from inside his lab coat a knife. He set it on his desk. "I want you to slice open your hand."

Nagisa's eyes widened.

Everyone was dead silent at those words.

"What…" Nagisa looked up at him nervously.

"Slice it open, we'll test your theory. If you come in tomorrow with a healed hand I'll look into exactly what you've been given. Who knows, maybe the boys in the lab mixed some vials around that's always possible… But if not, then you will stop interrupting my class with pointless questions that aren't about the class at hand."

Nagisa didn't move.

"Well go on," the teacher urged. "You're the one who wants to know, this is your chance to find out, and this is the quickest way to answer your question."

"No thank you Sir, I don't want to know that badly…" Nagisa tried saying this politely, but there was an underlining tone of anger.

"Well, you can do it, or I will. And if I have to do it, I may take your fingers clean off. At least if you do it, you can decide how deep it is," he pushed the knife a little closer to him.

"Come now, we're not going to start class until this is done," he explained. He could see a few of the girls out the corner of his eye. They looked panicked. Terasuka looked like he would jump out of his seat if he could.

He slowly reached out taking the blade in his hand and put his thumb on the edge. It was really sharp…

"Make sure the cut goes clear from one side of your palm to the other, if the cut is too small we may not be able to tell how well it has or hasn't healed by tomorrow," he explained with a small smile.

"This… this isn't going to prove anything…" Okuda tried to reason. "Why have him get hurt when you could just look up which injections he has been given in your files on us…"

Nagisa had placed the blade in his hand. Koro-sensei rushed down to it. "Nagisa..." he sighed.

Nagisa choose to hold the knife still and run his hand across it, rather than the other way around. He clenched his teeth and made no noise. He slid his hand up the blade, and in the very next second he moved the blade so fast that it cut the teacher's arm. Their sensei jumped back and his skin moved (very similarly to how Koro-sensei's would) before the cut healed itself almost instantly...

"What—"

Nagisa calmly turned the blade around in his hand so the handle pointed towards their teacher so he could take it back.

"I had another question, since we're being given similar injections to what you and Koro-sensei were given I wondered if you would have the same restorative properties he had. I was right. But one main difference is real weapons couldn't hurt Koro-sensei, but they can hurt you. That's a very interesting thing to learn, and sorry about that," he added eyeing where the now healed cut had been before looking the teacher straight in the eyes. "But… This was the quickest way to find out…"

His eyes narrowed, two limbs shot out wrapping around Nagisa's neck and hoisted him up as high as the chains on his feet would allow. Everyone gasped. "You know I really didn't peg you for the class clown, but that was funny. How about it class, we should all laugh together."

Nobody laughed. He was holding him quite tightly, Koro-sensei watched as his student struggled to breath. He flew full force into the new teacher's arm in an effort to kick it away, but it didn't do a thing. He was still too small.

"Ah, so no one then? C'mon, he pulled one over on your teacher. You can join in…"

Still no one laughed.

"Well, maybe it wasn't that funny after all…" he grinned. His grip on Nagisa's neck tightened. "You know, you and Karma are really the only students left who give me any real crap. I was able to beat and terrify it out of most of the other kids in the first week. The rest in the second. A teacher should always expect the occasional bad behavior, but when it occurs repeatedly from the same students over and over, then it's falls down to a bad student..."

*tonk*

An eraser had hit him on the side of his head and he turned to find Karma on his feet. He couldn't get any closer because of the shackles though, and the erasers was really all he had to hit the guy with. "Let him down already, he's nearly unconscious!"

"Are you telling me what to do Karma? Well, I think both you boys have a lesson to learn. You're both going into solitary, you will leave when you agree to apologize to me and your fellow students for disrupting class."

He dropped Nagisa who in the fall knocked over his chair and proceeded to gasp for breath.

"Aw, solitary, I didn't even give up my number," Karma teased.

He walked back to the front of the class and pushed a button on the wall. "Please send four guards to escort Karma and Nagisa to solitary."

How on earth was he supposed to help them? He couldn't leave them alone, they could die here! That prevented him from gathering more cells, which would make him strong enough to actually be able to help them. What should he do?

The guards came and took Nagisa and Karma away, naturally he followed them since he deemed the amount of danger they were in to be worse than what the other kids would face in class. They were led to a lab and within that a pair of doors. They were given sensors which were placed on their bodies so the scientist could monitor their vitals before being forced in. He could only follow one of them and he deemed Nagisa the one most likely to need his help with whatever was about to occur. So he flew in just before the doors were closed. Solitary consisted of a tiny room just barely big enough to sit down it. There wasn't any room to lay down so you had to stand or sit with your legs stretched out or pulled up to you. There was a small toilet in the room but nothing else. Not even a light bulb so when the door closed it was pitch black, which gave him the feeling that he had gone blind.

Koro-sensei had the ability to see in the dark, but he knew for Nagisa with was pitch black. He knelt down bringing his knees to his chest, and after a few minutes it started to get hot. Unbearably hot...

It hadn't been hot long before it was evident that the heat was really getting to Nagisa. Koro-sensei tried to tell him advice, but like always, he couldn't hear him. He was worried about Karma as well. Was he dealing with the heat okay? After flying around for a bit Koro-sensei fell a small cool breeze. The tiniest of holes were in the corner of the sweltering prison. Flying down to it he saw it was a hole leading to Karma's cell. Only Karma's was freezing! He was shivering and each breath he took could be seen.

Wait a minute... this might just be perfect! He flew around Karma's cold cell breathing in as much cold air as she could and then he snuck back into Nagisa's and blew that air back on the parts of his skin that seemed to be getting too hot. He knew he was too small for this to be overly effective, but it had to be better than nothing. When he ran out of cold air he flew around breathing in the hot hair and snuck back to Karma's cell and repeated the same thing. Over and over.

After what seemed like forever, Nagisa's door opened.

"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.

"Oh, Nagisa..." Koro-sensei couldn't stand to see him looking so beaten, he was trembling, he could barely stand.

"Well, what should you say to me?"

"I'm sorry. Sensei."

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

"..."

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—"

"Nagisa!" Koro-sensei gasped. He had collapsed.

"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 was being taken away, but Koro-sensei couldn't bring himself to leave Karma right now, so he flew back in to do what he could to help him.

A few days later after Karma and Nagisa had both recovered enough to return to class their so called teacher called them to the front.

"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. Seeing that made Koro-sensei feel guilty. But he didn't want this guy thinking that he might still be alive, so he had purposely not healed Nagisa's hand.

"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. Even Koro-sensei was confused.

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

Kayano gasped softly as she stared at the scene.

"No..." Koro-sensie couldn't believe he had survived.

He reached up ripping fake skin from his face and then... Yup, that was the face they remembered...

Kayano looked like she was going to be sick, and Itona's fist had clenched on his desk's surface.

"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.

"Alright 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 stopped at Kaede's desk "Well, I guess I won't be seeing more of you will I?"

"I see what you're doing Karma," Koro-sensei sighed. "But insulting them isn't going to help bring their will back..."

Her face turned even further down as she stared at her desk top without looking up at him. Koro-sensei followed Karma to his solitary as soon as the guards arrived.

How was he going to get them all out of here...

When Takaoka had returned, he was just as cruel as ever, but he brought with him probably the best present Koro-sensei could have hoped for. Nagisa was brought in and sat down on the mat, Karma was still unconcious, but it was okay because Koro-sensei kept checking on him.

"Hello again Nagisa," Takaoka said cheerfully.

"Hello Daddy," he responded.

"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. "Snuck a pic of them before I left, but I gave them the collection from all of our first week together."

This was... This was perfect! Koro-sensei could see the angry look on Karasuma's face. He would come. He was so very sure he would come. The best part, is if they could come here and infultrate the place, then he might have time to go out and get more of his cells, and then they would have a real chance of escaping. Nagisa's face looked sickened at the image.

"Don't worry Nagisa, this is a good thing," Koro-sensei explained forgetting once again that he couldn't hear them. "They'll come... I know they will."

After gym that day they returned to find Karma in his seat. Koro-sensei flew around him a few time as though to be sure he was really okay, and after everyone arrived, something terrible happened.

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..."

"YES LISTEN TO HIM!" Koro-sensei pleaded. He did not like that look on Yanagisawa's face.

"Heh, no way," he responded before pulling free and continuing his pursuit.

"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. Koro-sensei flew over to make sure she was alright.

"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...

"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..."

"Karma..." Koro-sensei knew about the elderly woman. He had done his own research on his class when he became their teacher, and he hadn't told the other students about the elderly woman that Karma looked after knowing he wouldn't want his tough guy image ruined.

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.

"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..."

Koro-sensei hoped against hope that Irina and Karasuma would come soon. And it came sooner than expected.

When Nagisa was taken to his Dr. appointment, even Koro-sensei had expected it to be a normal visit, but the room he was taken to wasn't his own. It actually looked like a pretty nice hotel room. When they entered Nagisa had walked over to the window immediately, but had not noticed...

"KARASUMA!?" Koro-sensei gasped. "Wonderful! I knew you'd come! Okay here's the plan, I need you to watch over the kids while I go out and look for my other cells. If I can gather enough I'll be able to bust them all out of here! So..."

"What's wrong?" Karasuma asked staring at Nagisa's slightly odd behavior.

"Oh, that's right..." Koro-sensei frowned as Nagisa spun around in surprise. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DISCUSS MY PLANS IF NO ONE CAN HEAR ME!?"

"Mr. Karasuma!" he gasped. "What are you? How..."

"I got reassigned," he explained. "I'm going to be looking after you kid's health from now on. Hope you don't mind..."

"..." Nagisa blinked at him.

"Well don't just stand there," he picked up some keys on the table and threw them to Nagisa. "Take those ridiculous things off and talk to me."

He had to be happy, this was a step in the right direction. At least they were here, he could find a way to speak with them later. He contemplated how he could manage this while Nagisa and Karasuma talked, and then...

"If I'm gonna play your Doctor in this little charade, they should at least give me that information."

"Charade?"

"I didn't pick up this assignment to be you Doctor, I did it so I could find a way to get you kids out of here," he explained. "But after looking at the security in this place, the layout of the building, and how closely you kids are guarded, it's gonna take longer then I expected."

Nagisa smiled, it was enough to just to know Karasuma was trying...

"Mr. Karasuma," Nagisa said softly and he looked up from the file he had been given on Nagisa. "I'm sorry."

He frowned, "Sorry for what?"

"You trained us, to be assassins, to be stealthy, to be able to take care of ourselves. I know you must have been really disappointed when Mr. Takaoka showed you those pictures of us. After all you did, and we couldn't even stop this from happening... I'm really sorry we failed you," at he last sentence he bowed slightly in his chair.

"Nagisa... don't think like that..." Koro-sensei frowned.

"Nagisa, don't apologize for any of this," he ordered and Nagisa looked up at him. "This is the work of some power hungry assholes, and we WILL find a way to stop them. Don't you worry about that. Give me a few weeks to come up with a plan, until then, try and keep a low profile so you won't have to be hurt any more than usual..."

"YES!" Koro-sensei cheered. "Thank you Karasuma, I've been trying to tell the kids this for weeks!

"Yes Sir," Nagisa answered looking happier than Koro-sensei had seen him in a long time...

Some days passed, and Koro-sensei kept doing his best to help his students whenever needed. But one morning the students were taken somewhere other than Takaoka's gym. They were brought to a second auditorium. Instead of being led into this room they were led to a side room where the entire front was was glass and they could view the auditorium beyond it. The students all took their seats looking confused.

"We're having a viewing today, already?" Itona said before taking the seat his guard led him to. He removed his hands from behind his head only after the guard left and closed the door.

"What's a viewing?" Nagisa asked him, and Itona pointed to a balcony directly across from them aimed so all the seats could easily view any area of the auditorium.

"It's where the investors come and view the progress of the experiments they're funding," he pointed out. "You have to go out and show off your skills."

"How the hell do you know that?" Terasaka asked frowning.

"I've been here longer then you guys remember?"

Terasaka closed his eyes thinking back. "No you haven't! I distinctly remember seeing you be brought in!"

"I don't mean the last time you were brought here," he explained. "I mean before that. Where do you think they took me all those times I wasn't in your class."

Koro-sensei felt his heart sink. "Itona..."

He thought back to when Shiro had first brought Itona to class and how he had just let Shiro take him away. How the next time he had shown up he left with Itona again. Weeks had occurred between one appearance and the next. Itona had been here... Enduring who knows what... Nagisa summed up what he was feeling, "Wait, you were here that whole time!"

Terasaka suddenly looked upset, he clenched his fists.

After the last student was brought in, Takaoka entered. "Alright, so where are Daddy's little monsters?"

When he spotted them he walked over to Kayano and Itona placing one hand on each of their shoulders. "Alrighty you two, Mr. Yanagisawa wants one of you two to participate today, apparently it don't matter which, so you can take your pick."

Kayano instantly looked worried and Itona (who spotted her expression) raised his hand. "I'll go."

"Good boy Itona," he said cheerfully throwing his arm around Itona, he led him to a side door and removed his handcuffs, "Just remember, your actions are a direct reflection on Daddy's work, so don't screw up..."

With that said he opened the door and gave Itona a light shove through it before following him. After a second Itona walked out and could be seen through the large window.

Koro-sensei followed Itona out, he stood off to the side waiting for the investors to take their seats. It was clear he had done this before, and Koro-sensei felt a horrible sense of guilt at not being there when he had needed him. But it was okay, he was here now.

Yanagisawa walked out in his lab coat and motioned for Itona to follow him to the center of the auditorium, when he did, he turned to the well dressed people in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for those investors who do not know, this is Itona. One of the first weapons our facility created," Yanagisawa explained to the investors placing a hand on Itona's head. Itona shuddered slightly, and Koro-sensei wasn't sure if it was out of fear or disgust. "We spent a long time driving out unnecessary thoughts, removing all emotion from him but the one we needed him to have, anger. He was given one purpose, to be strong. His limbs were removed sadly, but we spent the past month multiplying the injected cells that remained within his body, and now he is much faster. Not quite as fast as our former target, but few humans alive today would be able to keep up with his speed. To demonstrate his skills, we have offered a prisoner resigned to death row, freedom. But only if he can kill him. I think you'll be pleased with the results, and comforted knowing your money was well spent."

A side door opened and a large muscular man stepped out.

"Let us see what he can do," Yanagisawa then turned to the inmate standing before him and he patted Itona's head once more. "Well, you know the deal. If you can kill him, you'll be free once again, and your prior criminal history will be completely erased. Good luck."

With that he walked out of their line of vision, and Itona turned looking up at the man who was a great deal bigger than him...

Itona stared up at the guy. His expression was as blank as ever.

"Well, no offense kid. But I'd like my freedom back. If killing you means I'll get that, then so be it. Just don't fight me too much, and I'll make your death quick," the man spat.

Koro-sensei frowned. What should he do? It's not like he had the strength to help him...

"Same to you," Itona answered bluntly.

The guy paused for a moment looking confused, and then he laughed. "Are you saying if I don't fight back too much you'll make my death quick. Oh man kid, you're hilarious. It'll be a shame to end you..."

He lunged forward and Itona dodged his punch. Koro-sensei gasped watching, but after a moment he realized Itona was much more skilled than this random inmate. A few more dodges and Itona jumped really high into the air and send his fist flying down at him. The man fell towards the ground, but Itona got there first and kicked him sending him into the exit door denting it.

He straightened up staring down at the man, Koro-sensei flew over to him. He was still breathing.

"Now, to view what you've paid for. If you're easily nauseated I would highly suggest looking away." The voice had come over a speaker in the room. Itona gritted his teeth, knowing what to expect and the next moment a noise came over the speaker and Itona began to scream, he fell to his knees holding his head. His eyes grew dark and started glowing he was shaking. Koro-sensei found the sound made him feel ill and he fell to the floor thinking he might throw up but he watched regardless. Itona went over to the man throwing him back into the center of the room and he started beating him.

"Itona no..." Koro-sensei sighed from his place on the ground. The sound had already stopped but Koro-sensei still felt nauseous and Itona was still on a rampage.

He's going to kill him...

The door burst open and to Koro-sensei's surprise, Terasaka rushed out.

He rushed behind Itona throwing his handcuffed arms around his toros he pulled him back. "Itona! Don't let a stupid sound wave drive you crazy!" he snapped using every bit of strength he had to hold him. "THIS CAN'T CONTROL YOU..."

Itona reached back running his fingernails down Terasaka's face, his legs kept doing their best to try and kick him. "YOU'RE STRONG ITONA!" he yelled in his ear. "YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS! SO DON'T LET IT TAKE YOU OVER!"

Itona started shaking horribly, Koro-sensei wasn't sure if he could hear Terasaka or not, but he was clearly fighting.

"Youre stronger than this, that's what you want to be right? Strong?" he slowly brought his bound hands back up and over Itona's head so he could reason with him and he turned Itona around to face him. Still shaking he punched Terasaka across the face making him stumble back a bit. A second hit. A third hit.

"YOU'RE STRONG ITONA! But if you ask me, losing your mind over a little sound is about as weak as you can get! Don't let those guys control you! You can fight th—"

Itona suddenly moved with a speed that might have rivaled his own. He swiftly kicked the back of Terasaka's knees to cause him to fall to them.

"Oh no..." Koro-sensei gasped he was expecting a final blow from Itona. Realization that Terasaka might actually die sunk into him. He used all his effort to fly up and he did his best to hurry over. He didn't know what he was going to do to save him, but he hoped an idea would hit him before he got there.

Still shaking, Itona walked back in front of him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Hit me all you want if that makes you feel better, just do it as the Itona we all kno—"

Itona tugged pulling him close and suddenly he kissed him.

"Uh..." Koro-sensei stopped and sunk back to the ground covering his eyes. "It's okay students, I didn't see a thing!"

After a bit he dared to peekout from behind his limbs to find that Itona had pulled back. "Man, You suck at kissing."

And then all hell broke lose. Yanagisawa had rushed out to talk to the investors, Takaoka grabbed both of them bringing them back to the room where the other students were located. They were ordered to sit down and be quiet, which they did. A short while later Yanagisawa returned, taking an emergency fire hose he sprayed Itona with it causing him to fall over.

"I have a lot of patience for you brats!" he snapped. "But not when it comes to impressing the investors. You nearly ruined our chance for more funds!"

"HEY!" Terasaka jumped up. "I'm the one who almost ruined your chances! If you want to punish anyone, punish me!"

"Oh don't worry, you both and your two little friends are going into solitary, until I stop being furious with the all of you," he snapped hitting a button on the side of the wall and he called for eight guards, two for each of them.

"Whatever," Terasaka snapped he walked through the puddles towards Itona and made to lean down to help him up, but stopped as soon as he got close. Itona looked as though his skin had been burned. Large patches of his arm and face were red and raw looking. "Itona what..."

He was shaking again. His eyes were staring straight ahead, determined not to show how much pain he was in.

Koro-sensei understood almost immediately. Itona either had a similar reaction that he had to water, but because he had no protective mucus (like he had) it did not stop the water from affecting his skin, and from the look of it, it seemed to affect him worse.

"Hey, what the hell is in that water!?" Terasaka snapped.

Yanagisawa launched into the explanation he had already come to realize, and pretty soon the guards came and took Itona and the others away. He followed them of course. Terasaka and the other two were placed in the same solitary containers that he had come to know but Itona had been taken down another hallway.

It was the kind of decision no one ever wanted to have to make. His students were being divided and he could not follow them all. Damn... He choose to follow Itona. Mostly because the scientists in the other area would put sensors on them to monitor their vitals. So, hopefully they wouldn't let them die. As for Itona he had no clue where he was headed so he hurried off following him.

Itona was taken to a room with a circular grate and two pillars on each side. Koro-sensei didn't notice the chains on these pillars until Itona was forced to his knees on it, his shirt was pulled off and the chains were placed on his wrists.

Just what were they doing to him... But this became apparent when one of the scientists flipped a switch and and water started pouring on his head, he winced immediately.

"It's been awhile since you've been here hasn't it? I'll be back tomorrow to see if you've learned your lesson," Yanagisawa explained before flipping the lights off and leaving with the other scientist. The only bit of light in the room was the small lights on the different computers in the room.

This was different than the other kid's solitary. Enduring heat, and cold, while painful and torturous. It was probably still better than this. For Itona this was just a steady and constant stream of pain. He could hear the wound of the water and the sound of Itona pulling on his chains in an effort to escape, but he clearly couldn't break free. He gave up quickly choosing to kneel there as still as possible to try and prevent any unnecessary pain.

He went over to the computer system in an effort to push down the button that would unlock him. But he didn't even have enough strength to push the buttons. Koro-sensei sat down on the keyboard frowning. What was he supposed to do... This was pathetic...

Itona gasped in pain, and Koro-sensei floated up again barely making out his silhouette in the dark. Maybe he could keep the drops from the shower head off of him. He flew over in an attempt to do just that only. The drops of water that were falling down basically seemed like some were throwing a building made of water down on his head and the second he was in range of it he found he had to dodge it like his life depended on it! And then...

SPLASH! One of the building sized water droplets collided with him and he was send down through the grate where he fell into a whirl of water. Violently he was swept around the piping. Left and Right for the longest time until.

Sunlight!

He had been spat out a drainage pipe into the open air. Hurrying, he started heading back to the Facility when he stopped. Wait a minute... Now was his chance. It was as good a chance as any. He knew he couldn't leave his student's sides willingly but here he was having been forcefully sent out. He knew he should fly back in and see what if anything he could do to assist them, but at the same time... He knew he couldn't do much more than keep them alive, and what they needed was to escape!

"I'm so sorry students," he said aloud. "But please, look after yourselves until I return!"

With that he took off back towards the field where he had been killed. He needed to be stronger. So he searched, collecting more of himself and adding the memories of those cells to his own. He was getting anxious though. He searched a whole day and still handn't found nearly enough. He was still quite minute but he tested his strength out and kicked a tree branch which he was able to make fall to the ground. Well, it was better than nothing. Koro-sensei hurried back to check on his students. It was a long flight, he may still have super speed at this size, but because of the size it still took him some time to get there. By the time he had found and entrance to the building and had made his way to the gym he gasped upon seeing Chiba aiming a gun at Rinka who had an apple on her head some impossible feet away.

"What are they doing!?" he gasped hurrying forward. He heard the shot, just seconds after Takaoka had knocked the gun in Chiba's hands. He could see the bullet. To him the bullet seemed to be the size of a mountain darn near, and it was heading for Rinka's face.

He put everything he had into kicking the bullet out of the way, he didn't have time to see where it would land, and sadly... He hadn't kicked it hard enough to avoid her, but rather just down far enough to hit her arm instead. Her scream pierced him, and she fell clutching her arm.

"Rinka," he flew over seeing the blood seep through the fingers of her clenched hand. "Rinka I'm so sorry..."

"You asshole! You—" Chiba was shouting from off in the distance.

"CHIBA!"

Rinka clammored to her feet, picking up the apple as she did so. She placed it on her head. Koro-sensei had never he seen her look so angry.

"Just do it!"

"Rinka... No. Look at you—"

"JUST DO IT!" her voice had cracked.

After a bit of hesitation, Chiba lined up for another shot.

"NO CHIBA! I BARELY BLOCKED THAT ONE!" Koro-sensei had yelled at the top of his lungs, but if he had hopped his being slightly larger would have helped his ability to have the others hear him, that came crashing down in the next second. It seems they still couldn't hear him.

Takaoka made lining up his shot hard for Chiba, Koro-sensei stayed near Rinka preparing himself to block the next bullet if it were to miss again. Then in the next moment Chibi aimed at Takaoka making him hesitate, that moment of catching him off guard gave Chiba the time to hold his gun out and fire. The bullet didn't need to be blocked this time, it hit the apple on her head shattering it. She sunk down to the ground looking hurt, relieved, and terrified all at the same time.

Then she got up grabbing some of the remnants of the apple before she made her way back to the ground from the top of the obstacle course, which was hard to do with only one working hand full of apple, but eventually she managed to find a way.

Thank God for Miss Irina who after a bit had come in asking for Rinka.

"Well hello," Takaoka walked over to her grinning. "They had told me you two came to work here. Well then, we should be willing to at least be friends."

He held out his hand towards hers and she ignored it completly by turning to Rinka again, "Rinka come with me now."

Rinka came forward.

"You're going to want to have her escorted by guards. These kids are being trained to kill, you never know what they might do," Takaoka teased, even though he knew full well no one in the class would do such a thing.

"I'll take my chances," she snapped looking at him with such distaste.

She headed towards the door and used her hand print to open it. Rinka clutched her arm the whole time she walked with her, as though trying to ensure it moved as little as possible. The second they were out and the doors had closed behind them Rinka started to fall. Karasuma had been waiting on the other side of the door and he caught her easily.

Koro-sensei sighed in relief. She was with them now, so she would be alright.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Mr. Karasuma," she smiled. "Hey, how have you been?"

"Not as good as you clearly," he teased grinning. He pulled her good arm over her shoulder. By this time her blood was dripping on the floor. "C'mon my office is closest."

"We'll need to get the bullet out," Miss. Bitch explained. "Don't worry, we'll put you out and—"

They stopped. Rinka looked up.

Yanagisawa was standing a little ways down the hall grinning. "Rinka, what is your number?"

"You asshole..." Koro-sensei didn't like to cuss in front of his students, but... hell she couldn't hear him anyway. He wanted so much to just end this guy, but... what sort of example would that set for his students. He didn't want them to think him a murderer, especially after telling them their was no reason to kill another. That powers such as these should be used to help people...

"You're going to do that now! Are you fucking kidding me!" Karasuma snapped. "Look at her!"

"..." Rinka stared at him.

"Just tell him your number," Miss. Bitch urged.

"..."

"Rinka!" Karasuma snapped.

"Oh good, I was hoping she wouldn't give it up too easily. Bring her to her room. I will remove the bullet for her."

"Like hell!" Karasuma glared. He looked so angry.

"Now now, don't lose your temper. My good graces are the only things that allow you and your little tramp to stay here," Yanagisawa explained.

"TRAMP!" Miss. Bitch snapped looking thoroughly offended.

"And if you want any chance of helping the children escape later, you'll need to be here. Won't you?" he asked grinning.

Koro-sensei frowned. So he knew why they were there. Yet instead of just sending them packing he choose to let them stay, almost as if he wanted them to try and bust the children out.

"So unless you want to be fired, bring her."

"It's okay," Rinka whispered to him. "Let's go."

Rinka was latched down to the bed rock hard bed she would sleep on. She was clenching her teeth to stop herself from screaming out as Mr. Yanagisawa dug into her arm with a scalpel and operating scissors, being not too gentle. "Now what is your number?"

Koro-sensei had flown over to her wound, he wasn't even trying to help her, or to find the bullet at this point. It appeared his only goal was causing as much pain as possible.

"Ghhnnnn," she clenched turning away so as to not look at him.

"Come now... you're making Karasuma upset..."

Indeed he looked pissed and he spat his retort, "You ass hole, at least let me give her something for the pain!"

"Well that wouldn't be the point then would it. What if she gets caught behind enemy lines? And gets tortured to reveal state secrets? That's what the number is the information she needs to hide, and how on earth do you expect her to be strong enough to endure if she's had no practice in doing so?" he asked calmly. "Come now Rinka, just say your number."

"Nynnn," she winced as he stuck the knife in deeper.

"Alright then," he said smiling. "You win..."

With that he yanked the bullet from her arm and she gasped audibly from the pain of it. He let the bloody bullet fall onto a tray he had near him before getting up from the seat he was in. He walked over to Karasuma. "Go ahead and bandage her up, but she'll never be able to use that arm again."

Rinka had heard those words and her eyes widened. That arm was her gun wielding hand. She would never be able to shoot again...

The second the doors closed her tears broke the dam of her pride and flowed down her face. Karasuma was at her side in a second.

Frowning Korosensei placed a limb on her neck and used a frequency to calm her, he had used it on Nagisa before, and the calming feeling paired with her exhausted mind and body made her fall asleep. He didn't actually know a frequency to make the students fall asleep, but he supposed if they were calm enough perhaps they would just fall unconscious on their own.

"Rinka, I'll give you something for the pain now. I... I'm so sorry this happ—"

He noticed that she was out then and Karasuma took a small step back staring down at her, "Damn it..."

"How pathetic..." he sighed to himself as Miss. Bitch entered looking worried. "What kind of teacher am I... That I can't protect my own students. I can't do the last thing he asked of me..."

Koro-sensei looked up at him. "You are," he answered. Still more than aware that he couldn't hear him.

A few days later Irina took some of Rinka's blood telling her they were going to examine it under a microscope, and upon hearing that Koro-sensei grinned. AT LAST! He had a way to speak to them, a way for them to see him! So he followed Miss. Irina after she took the vial and Rinka had gone back to class.

She brought it to Karasuma placing a small bit of it on a slide and he slipped under the cover moving the blood a bit to each corner of the slide so it wouldn't completely flatten him and he could use the blood to communicate.

...and that's how I got here, Korosensei added. He had severely condensed down the memories of the last month or so as that would have been much too much to write in blood on a small slide.

"You've been here," Irina looked almost like she was going to cry. "This whole time..."

"So you need to gather more cells so we can break them out of here. Alright... take each night and go gather them up. In the meantime, I found a way to hack the video feed of each of their rooms so I'll watch over them at night," Karasuma explained.

Thank you so much!

He wrote quickly and started bowing in appreciation.

Now that he was back, they clearly had a fighting chance...


Ritsu had only attended gym that one day and then she had been missing again until today. Nagisa took a rare opportunity of Takaoka being clear on the other side of the room to talk to her.

"Ritsu, what are you now?" Nagisa asked her curiously.

"I am human!" she said happily. "Just like you Nagisa!"

"Uh... I meant, how do you have a body now? Is it all a bunch of robot parts?"

"No, it's flesh and blood silly," she answered happily.

"Flesh and blood... How is that possible?" Nagisa frowned. He hated to imagine that Yanagisawa had the ability to actually create people. Such technology would lead to no good in his hands.

"I was given a body donated to Mr. Yanagisawa."

"A donated body?" Some of the other students seemed to be listening now and they scooted closer to hear her.

"A young girl tragically died, she had a brain tumor. But her body was perfectly functional. Since she her remains were donated an electronic brain with my thoughts and memories was placed in her body and this allows me to move around!"

"That's pretty high tech stuff mixing biology with tech parts," Itona said walking up behind her. "See if I can be there the next time they open your brain, I'd kind of like to see that..."

"Itona!" snapped Manami. "Show some compassion!"

Itona stared at her as though he didn't quite understand what she was asking.

"Ritsu!" Takaoka called and she jumped to her feet. "Coming Daddy!"

He started instructing her on running the obstacle course.

"Well," Karma frowned. "I imagine a collection of biologically based robots that can be programmed for any personality in the world would probably be pretty popular."

"Imagine having soldiers you could just download into a new body any time the other one got destroyed. The possibilities of such technology would be endless," Itona looked completely interested in the idea.

Suddenly, their was an ear splitting scream. Everyone looked up in the direction it came from and they saw Ristu had fallen on her knees. She appeared to have cut open her hand on a screw that was haphazardly sticking out on the obstacle course. They all rushed over, and she continued to wail. Tears streamed down her face. Rinka hadn't made this much noise when she was shot, and this wasn't even that big of a cut.

"C'mon Ritsu, it's not that bad," Terasaka explained.

"Yeah, it's okay. Don't cry," Manami tried to console her and only made her scream and cry more.

Then suddenly Nagisa understood. "She's never felt pain before."

Everyone looked in his direction. That would make sense. To someone who has never felt pain, this was probably quite agonizing for her.

Justice took off his sock and had her clutch it in her hand to help the bleeding.

"There there, you're okay..." Toka said patting her head.

She had stopped screaming by this point but the tears were still flowing.

"Let's get back to work already!" Takaoka demanded, grinning evilly. Nagisa and the others helped her back to the mat while the next group got up to run the obstacle course.

"Ow," Ritsu cried looking down at her hand. "It hurst so much! Nagisa make it stop!"

"Uh, it will stop," he tried to assure her. "It'll just take awhile..."

She turned back to her hand continuing to cry profusely.

How do you explain to someone who has never felt pain, what pain is... If only Koro-sensei were here, he would have something much more consoling to say.


So, yeah. Most of this chapter was a flashback. BUT! Koro-sensei is finally back and ready to help them fight! Will they be able to escape? Who knows. XP

In response to a reviewer and everyone who is upset about the recap:

Yes this was a recap. I wanted to show certain events, create the realization that he was there in every chapter. Which is why I combined it with new scenes never shown previously as well as moments already seen. Like when movies go back through previous scenes to show what actually happened and it's much harder to do with the written word, I'll admit. But you can't alter those scenes too much because it would be confusing, personally, I really think the readers would have been very confused to read the recapped scenes with it having been completely edited because then people would have wondered why Koro-sensei didn't hear what was actually said or see what actually occurred. It took me a good number hours to go back through and decide which scenes I thought were important. And I added a number of new scenes in an effort to break up the monotany of it. Maybe I didn't include enough new scenes to achieve that goal.

For any readers who were disappointed with this chapter. I do apologize. Next chapter will not recap. So I hope you all enjoy that one better.