Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry for the extremely late update, but this one sucked all the juices right out of my brain. The beginning part is okay, but towards the end, everything gets a little bit murky and weird. I also took a lot of ideas from the song Fighter by Glee towards the end, which is what I was listening to at the time. Now that I think about it, it was probably that song that made me add so many references. When you do find the references, please do note that I added a bit to the original lyrics. Also, before anyone reports me, I own neither the song which helped me pull through the writer's block, or the characters which I order around in my plot.

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Koro-Sensei's face had melted into the shadows, only a sheen of his teeth remaining in the light. The glimpse of the whites of his face sent the class into barely controlled panic, fueled by the definite uncertainty that their future held, looming over their heads. Itona and Gakushuu had locked on to a key that no one outside of the End Class ever had access to. Itona was staring at the protégé, with his silent question being reflected in the violet eyes of the child prodigy. No one moved, even stirred, as one breath shattered the glass.

"Now what?" Gakushuu breathed out, eyeing everyone around him with vigilance. The question, so vague, yet held more meaning than a whole sentence. Where do we go from here? What do we do with this information? Who is to blame; Shiro, the Chairman, Koro-Sensei? What do we do when we catch them?

For the first time in a long while, Koro-Sensei didn't know what to say. Finally, with great reluctance, he cautiously lifted his gaze from his desk to the student poised in front of him. He softly questioned, "Nicely done Gakushuu. How exactly did you manage to find out my deepest secret?"

Gakushuu looked away as he responded. "It wasn't that hard. I have heard of Shiro from my father when he was on the phone one day, discussing business." He looked over to Karma. "I may come off as an overly cruel and vile student, but even I have my fair share of problems. One of them is my father." Gakushuu's eyes glazed over into the distance, relieving the day when everything had ended and started, at the exact same moment, creating more chaos then that of which the Earth had ever seen.

"The Chairman was on the phone, talking to a fellow assassin about the target that they had just managed to capture. The name was unknown, just that he was known as the Reaper. I was unable to hear the one who was speaking from the other side, but I do remember Gakahou ordering, 'Keep him in. Cage him. Don't kill him. He doesn't deserve my mercy. Instead, change his body into that of a monster. He will be expelled by society, and strike the blow into his own heart. Here, Father had sneered. 'I will show him what it means to go against me. That was one of the worst mistakes that he ever made. This was a hard game that he played, but in the end, he lost.' After that, he cut the line and-and…" Gakushuu broke off, unable to continue on. Kanzaki strolled over and placed her gentle hand on one of his heaving shoulders, smiling in encouragement. Gakushuu shot her a look filled with gratitude, took a deep breath to steady himself, and continued as the students and teacher listened in silence.

He looked towards me, where I was staring at him in taciturn horror. I didn't understand the entire picture, but from the information that I had gathered, it seemed to me as if he had just destroyed a person's life, without him having any reason to. I remember him smirking, a glint of sharp teeth that looked ready to pierce flesh. He calmly walked over to me, as if he hadn't just ordered someone's life to be ruined. He leaned down, close enough for his breath to wash over my ear and intimidate me. He sneered, right in my ear, 'Remember Gakushuu, and heed what I tell you. If you want to succeed in life, then there is just one thing that pushes you above anyone else. Bloodlust, and the thirst for revenge. Bloodlust, so that you can cut down the enemies that stand before you, and thirst for revenge, to kill those who defile or do wrong to you. Don't let anybody stand up, always push them down. That is the only way where you will be able to grab the King's Throne. At this point, he had started to walk away, but he tossed over his shoulder, 'Who knows? Maybe one day, you will be able to beat me in my own game.' With those parting words, he left, leaving me shuddering alone."

The students were shell-shocked into silence, until a loud BAM! pulled them out of their musings. Gakushuu had slammed down his hands on the desk where he was stationed at, eyes glowing with a passion that sent shivers down the backs of even Karma, Koro-Sensei and Nagisa. Gakushuu locked his bloodthirsty gaze onto Koro-Sensei. "But in the end, it doesn't matter. In fact, I want to thank him. I want to thank him for the pain he gave me, for the lies he fed me, for the tortures he placed on my body and mind. For the things he stole, broke, and destroyed. For the games that he cheated at to win. Because they didn't break me. He built me; he made me the fighter that I am now. He made me work harder to beat him at his own game. He made me that much wiser to dodge the blows that him and his people tossed at me, trying to put me down and out of commission. He made me run a bit faster to get away from his spinning lies that were weaved into my head, trapping me until I fled the darkness. He made my skin that much thicker with each lash that landed on to my skin. He made me that much smarter to weave my own grounds to catch my own prey. He made me a fighter."

Karma questioned, "Are you even sane, at this point, Asano?"

Gakushuu chuckled. "Karma, my friend, I lost my sanity a long time ago. My father dug his own grave when he tried to brake me and my soul. Now he made a fighter who refuses to back down from the fight, so when I beat him at his own clinched little game, I will spit on his grave, and give my thanks. Because, in the end, it is all thanks to him. My wisdom, my speed, my strength: it is all thanks to him. I despise him; yes, it is true. But I am capable of surviving, and all the credit goes to him. He backstabbed me so many times that now, the knife will end up at his back." Gakushuu met Karma's steady gaze head on. "Just you wait. I have had enough. There's too much bloodlust for me turn back." Gakushuu turned away. "No matter who you all think is guilty, I will end my father. I will end it with the own knife that he lodged in my back." Gakushuu raised his head up. "You want me in Class E? Fine. I will join." He lowered his head once more, and addressed the class, allowing a cocky grin across his face, his eyes deep shades of purple, looking almost pitch-black. "But beware. The person I was in A-Class was a disguise. We were fighting back then, yes, but I was fighting at only 5% of my capacity. Here is the REAL me: I bluff, steal, cheat and kill to get what I want. In the end, no one can put me down." At last, he turned to the three teachers who were in the classroom. Karasuma and Irina had been in the room long enough to hear Gakushuu speaking. A mysteriously dark smirk slipped across blood-red lips, revealing the glint of sharp teeth. "Let's see how long it takes for you all to tame this dog, no, this wolf. You thought Akabane was bad? In front of him, I am a Demon." Gakushuu turned his back on the teachers, showing his intent to walk out of the classroom. "When, or if, I should say, you manage to break me, I will be in your beck and call. You won but one battle in the war. How long before you survive the war?" With the cutting words hanging in the air, Gakushuu turned and left the tense room, smirking as he arranged his pieces on the board game known as life.

Koro-Sensei laughed, and commented, "Well everyone, looks like we found a fighter." His eyes took a dangerous edge, mimicking the one that was in everyone else's eyes. "Let's show him how we play our games."