Karma POV
The inside of the building was damp and smelled like old feet. They must have completely emptied the school and gotten rid of Class-E. No surprise there I guess with this deadbeat place. Crawling through the old unused classrooms I could barely see Nagi in front of me as we weaved through the old rotting desks.
I kept my head low and grabbed his shoulder gently. We couldn't talk, if we are about to assassinate this guy it's too much of a risk to speak, it could give us away, but we could signal each other.
I furrowed my eyebrows and lifted up my right hand to indicate I was asking Do you know where we are going?
Nagisa nodded and pointed back towards the hallway and then pointed left We are going down the hall to the room on the left.
I nodded and gestured to his ass with my head I like the view back here.
Nagi rolled his eyes and glared, turning away from me he continued to army crawl to the hallway You're an idiot.
I ran my hand through my hair that was starting to feel greasy from not showering for like a week. Gross. Even if I was on a mission I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander. What's going to happen after this? Nagisa chose me but… will he go back to his mother anyway?
As horrible as she treated him I'm sure if he saw a little gratitude or love from her after this he would think it was worth it to try. To try and be a family. Damn. I'm sure if I wanted to I could sabotage this mission…
Nagisa stopped by the doorway and I almost rammed into him. Almost messed up. Nagisa shot me a glare warning me to be more careful and held out his hand and quickly turned it to a fist. He then pointed with his index finger at me and then pointed back towards the room where his mother was. Sneak attack from me I'll take the guy out, you focus on my mom.
I nodded I will try to protect her. Even if I don't want to.
Nagi slipped into the room without making any noises. There was lots of cover from the old desks to Koro-sensei's desk and all the bookshelves. The only light came from outside so hiding in the shadows seems to be all the cover we need.
Nagi held onto a blade and kept it close to his chest. If he was nervous I couldn't tell. He always looks so composed during assassinations I don't think I've ever seen him scared. Even if he actually is. He took cover under some desks but inched his way closer to Koro-sensei's desk at the front of the classroom. He was so quick and he made sure no sounds escaped from the floorboards under his feet. Hell I almost couldn't keep track of where he was.
The terrorist member stood at the front of the room with his long dark hair lining his face. His piercing brown eyes scanned the room continuously. He looked bored. The raven haired man slashed 's back in anger yelling, "Good for nothing guard. Leaving on duty to probably to jerk off and get drunk."
Nagisa's mother was passed out in a student's desk with a gag tied around her mouth and eyes. Slash marks decorated her skin and bruises littered her shoulders. She must've passed out from pain. Her eyes were closed and she even looked a little peaceful sitting there in one of the old student desks. Her wrists were tied behind her back with white cloth and her dark blue hair hung over part of her face.
Her kidnapper suddenly spoke up, "You must really not have a son like you said. But we were given the name Nagisa Shiota so… I guess that means you're just gonna die." He smacked her across the face with the handle of his knife.
She awoke and blood dripped from her mouth splattering the wall next to her.
Even seeing her like this. Seeing how I used to see Nagisa over summer breaks… I don't feel pity or sympathy for her. I wonder how Nagi felt when he heard that "You must really not have a son like you said."
She's still sticking to the I have no kids story.
"Damn the princess is finally up from her beauty sleep."
As much as her son probably wants to intervene now before it escalates this is good. His attention is all on her giving him time to figure out how he is going to attack him from behind. Once he does that I'll go in and attack from the front dazing him. Then while Nagi beats his ugly ass I got his mom. We've done this plenty of times.
I had to move it was almost time. I crawled against the cold wooden floor feeling it scrape against my knees. I held my gun in my mouth even after all the disapproving looks I've gotten from my partner and Karasuma. I had to avoid the moonlight, even the slightest light and I'll be exposed.
I hid only two desks away from the victim. My bandaged arm wasn't in a cast but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like shit, and now of all times. Breathe Karma. Breathe. In. Out. I'm fine. Almost time.
The dark haired man began to slip off his hostages shirt straps and he whispered, "You're pretty attractive. For a bitch."
Her voice was hoarse as it came out, completely out of character, "You disgust me."
"Shut up. You got some nerve mouthing off like that." The man's voice was deep and empty.
He lifted his knife and held it against her chin. She froze, fear paralyzed her then Nagisa sprang from behind the man's back and he wrapped his arms around his shoulders immobilizing his upper half. Then with a loud grunt he slammed him to the floor.
I swiftly got up from my position and took a swing at the guy's throat and kicked in his knees. He coughed up dark red blood, it splattered on my clothes. Disgusting. Laundry day tomorrow definitely.
I grabbed my arm in pain I over did it. Like hell I was going to admit it though. I turned around focusing my attention on my task at hand. Untying her. She sat there in shock her eyes glazed over and her limbs almost lifeless. Completely limp. I tried hurrying with the knots but one handed is kinda hard, I looked over at Nagi who was on top of the guy just pummeling him. He made eye contact with me and understood I'll give you the knife, trade me for the gun. Our weapons flew through the air as we exchanged them.
Accidentally catching the knife by my hand I grunted not expecting the cut to be so deep.
The white cloth was sliced through easily and it was over. Finally. Until what I feared most reached my ears. Nagisa's blood curdling scream rang out and I froze.
Behind was a sight I thought I would see. Nagisa on the ground under his boot with his knife stuck deep in his chest. Dammit. Dammit dammit!
Completely ignoring my priority I started making my way over ready to destroy this man.
Then he spoke through his bruised swollen face, "Pick. Pick who dies. You, this freak, or that slice of ass over there." The man cracked a smile and held up the gun.
I didn't even have to give a second thought as to who it was gonna be. She was dead. I am not leaving without Nagisa and like hell will I ever let him leave here alive with her. .
"I pick-"
"Hold on gingy. Whoever you pick… You kill." He tossed me the gun and for the first time in my life my hand shook as it held the gun.
I wanted her dead this is the perfect time. The perfect ti- then I saw his face. The soft creamy face with purple hickies almost gone but not completely on his neck. Panic was evident on his face and he pleaded with me with his eyes "Please. Me."
Never Nagisa.
Even if you begged me to kill you I would never.
The black boot pressed harder against his face and I heard a crunch. I need to do this now.
I faced his mother. My lover's mother as her mouth gaped open and her eyes twitched I faced her looking completely calm. The face of a killer.
"Red head. You two are lovers right you and this freak? Think about how nice it'll be. For this bitch to be gone. Never have to worry about her again. You two could go live off your life in Europe! Better yet you two could travel the world without having any reason to come back here." I knew he was manipulating me but there was a part of me that knew he was right.
I'd never have to see her face again.
I held the gun up ready. No longer shaking. She is my choice and she will die.
What if Nagisa leaves you for killing his mother in front of him? He doesn't want her dead.
Either way then… I won't get Nagisa…
I held the cold barrel of the gun to my head. I closed my eyes squeezing them shut when I heard his voice.
"I love you! You're fucking life belongs to me! And I didn't say you could die!"
The words swirled around in my head like a fishbowl. My life was his? I opened my eyes and then realized. What am I doing? I let my feelings get in the way and I failed to see the one person I could kill. Him. I had to do this quick and make sure my shot is good enough to get him. If I miss Nagi is as good as dead.
I turned off the safety letting everyone believe it was my life I was going to take. I hear Nagisa's screams and then in the last moment of everything I pointed the gun at the dark raven haired man and let out one, two, three shots and a body thudded to the floor.
Nagisa laid on the ground stunned with a knife plunged into his side. I ran to him. Holding him as the older man's blood poured over the floor drenching us in it. Red. Everything was red. Nagisa's breathing was even… he'd be okay.
- Nagisa POV
Karma's arms were warm against my skin and the room reeked of blood. I can't believe I let him get the upper hand like that. So stupid. My mom slowly walked up to us in our pool of blood.
"Nagisa. You kill people?"
My throat was dry and pain shot through my sides but how the hell was I supposed to tell my mother I murder people. The only way I know how I guess, being blunt, "Yes. For the government."
She nodded and stared at me for awhile unsure how to react or respond. I don't blame her.
"I don't know you." She looked blank. As though she couldn't process anything but with those words. The last thing I thought she would say to me after this she just walked out. Not uttering another sentence.
"Don't listen to her Nagisa. I know you. I know you."
His reassuring words soothed me.
I made a mistake picking to save her instead of staying with Karma in the hospital where he should be. HIs bandages are ripped and I can tell he's getting an infection. He must be fighting off the fever.
I took out a burner phone from my back pocket and handed it to him. Karasuma. And ambulance now.
He punched in the numbers and my eyelids felt heavy from exhaustion the last thing I remember seeing; the color red.
