DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANSATSU KYOUSHITSU IN ANY WAY. IT BELONGS TO THE AWESOME MATSUI YUUSEI.
Cutting The String
"The house has been so quiet for the past few years ever since Nagisa-chan left. Now I don't have any daughter to dress up."Hiromi thought as she ate dinner. "Such wonderful memories when she obeyed and just stood still. But she just had to run away." At this point, Hiromi was grasping the chopsticks so hard that it started to creak under her abusive strength. Even through she looked a bit frail, Nagisa's mother had monstrous strength. Strength that was constantly used on her own 'daughter'.
"How dare she run away from me? I gave birth to her! I own her!" Standing up abruptly and lashing out her arm, causing all the dished to fall onto the ground and some shatter. Having lost her appetite, the delusional woman stormed up to the bathroom located inside. Slamming the door with more than necessary strength and locking it behind her.
Leaning against the sink and looking into the mirror before her, she tried to clam down and think. An 'ingenious' plan struck Hiromi. "I should just adopt a orphan. They will be so thankful that I saved them that they will listen to everything I say and do what I want. Yes, that's a good plan." Closing her eyes so as to lather her face with facial soap before leaning over the sink to wash it off, already planning what to do with a new daughter. While she patted her face dry with a face towel a soft voice snapped her out of her fantasies.
"Talking to yourself it the first sign of insanity, are you Mrs Shiota?"
Hiromi's head snapped up, immediately spotting the blue haired girl in the refection, though upon closer look, she noticed that it was a boy and not a girl. She turned around so quickly at the 'girl' leaning against the bathroom door was surprised that the middle-aged lady didn't get whiplash.
"Wh-who are you? How did you get in here? The door is locked!" Yelling while failing her arms around.
"Have you never heard of picking a lock? It's fairly simple. As long as you have the right tools, you can get into any place. Your son, or as you liked to believe, your daughter, knew how to pick an ordinary lock since he was six years old. Did you not know that?" Holding up a paperclip to the light, looking at it with such fascination as if it is the world's greatest invention. He would have looked like a child playing with his new toy. Except that the smile he wore destroyed the picture. The smile looked as if it belonged on a skull, mocking, fake, and most of all, cold.
"How do you know my useless daughter?" Who are you? Answer me you thief!" Red in the face from shouting at the intruder, Hiromi was a tad away from snapping.
Hearing her question, the 'thief' dropped his arm to his side, and pinned her with a cold icy glare. His face no longer held a smile as a frown had replaced it.
"Of course I know your 'daughter'. Why wouldn't I? Besides, you haven't recognized me yet? I'm quite disappointed in you Mrs Shiota. Or should I say, Mother?" Looking straight at the now pale-faced woman though his long light blue bangs.
"You cannot be Nagisa-chan. Nagisa hated his long hair even though I loved it! I don't care about what you are saying now. I'm going to call the police." Shaken, Hiromi reached out to her phone that was placed at the top of a towel. However, she failed to notice that the bathroom was flooded due to being distracted. Slipping on the wet floor, her head collided with the sink, causing her to fall on the floor. Barely holding onto consciousness, she saw the child push off the wall and slowly make his way over to her.
"No, no, don't come any closer. Stay away from me." Weakened and frightened, Hiromi protested feebly.
"I thought you wanted your son to have long hair so you could play with it? I have long hair now, so why aren't you going to try play with it like you always did? Grabbing my hair and not letting me tie it up, do you not want to do that anymore?" Tilting his head to his side, his hair tumble down in waves due to being tied up for quite a while.
Seeing the frail woman trying to look away from him, his hand immediately shot out to grab her chin and forced her to face him.
"Look at me. This is the child that you gave birth to and controlled for the first 8 years of his life. So now, my face will be the last thing you will see when you die. This place is your home, and it shall also be your tomb." Once the last word was out of his mouth, he grabbed her by the side of her head and bashed it against the spot where she first hit her head. Once he saw blood paint the wall, he released her head, letting her body drop like a sack onto the cold floor below.
"Sweet dreams mother, you won't be opening those eyes of yours for a very long time now."
As he walked toward the front door, the assassin used the hilt of the handgun in his windbreaker to hit the gas pipe.
Once he walked out of the front door, he took in a deep breath and smiled.
"What a wonderful day it is for me." Whistling and walking away, the house blew up, flames licking the night skies.
The Next Day
"The explosion's said to have been caused by a gas explosion. The police said that the owner, Mrs Hiromi Shiota was unconscious in the bathroom due to a head wound from slipping on the wet floor. Overall, it was an unfortunate accident."
Everyone was crowded around Ritsu, watching the news.
"Shiota. Hey Nagisa do you know her?" Nakamura asked the shortest boy in the class.
"Yep. She's my mum."
At this everyone turned to stare at him.
"WHAT?! And aren't you the least upset?" All of his classmates asked at the same time.
"Why would I be? She was an abusive bitch that made my life hell. So I ran away." Shrugging his shoulders, Nagisa turned away but looked over his shoulder when he heard sniffing.
Majority of all the girls in the class were tearing up.
"What is wrong?"
"It's just that, you just swore. Who corrupted you? It must be Karma! Karma's been a bad influence on you!" Pointing their fingers at Karma who was just grinning, overall looking very proud for 'corrupting' the innocent baby Nagisa.
The class fell into their usual chaos after that, totally forgetting about the news that they were watching just 5 minutes ago.
AN: ENJOY HOW SHE DIED? I KNOW I DIDN'T USE NAGISA'S NAME A LOT BUT HEY, I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TOTALLY GO ABOUT IT. FIRST TIME WRITING A SCENE LIKE THIS. COMMENT AND REVIEW! BTW, WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN VISITORS AND VIEWS?