thank you so much for reviewing, favoring and following my story. i am so happy that this story is doing so well.
this chapter and the previous one are short since they originally were one chapter but then I realized that they'll work better separately. enjoy ^^
Review answering section:
catturner7007: well, there you have it. just realize that when it is from Nagisa's POV so he might not understand what is going on ^^
just because you two support me that i decided to up the updating. you guys rock!
Kuroi Rin: Thank you *blush* even though i had a terrible day, i really appreciate the blessing ^^.
well, i think this chapter will answer that *dark smirk* and don't worry, Lovro got away but will probably be in hiding now.
in the reaction to the class' scene i wanted to integrate characters usually unseen in the story and also see her dynamics with a class of misfits.
trouble just got real!
Crying (guest): I'm sorry i made you cry, but i guess i am just sadistic. and my meanness is just starting ^^
thank you Griewer for helping me. go check out his story 'Assassination Calssroom: notes of indifference'.
i do not own assassination classroom sadly *pout* i wish Nagisa was mine...
but the plot and OC are mine
P.s. decided to give you guys a small romance implied scene inspired by the chapter two weeks ago. enjoy!
WARNING!: MINOR CHARACTER DEATH. LOTS OF BLOOD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Last time on 'I am a snake. I am a human. I am an assassin':
He took out his phone and spoke into it. "Yes, I delayed him long enough. I am glad I had this opportunity of saying hi to my old teacher.
Don't worry, I'll go there right away. I am very excited to start working with you. Good luck to you, too," He hung up and huffed in laughter when he saw his old teacher fade into the shadows. So he still had some tricks despite his age. He smiled amusingly and hung up.
"Well, time to collect Hiromi-san."
Chapter 10 - Lustful Death
His body felt heavy as the final webs of unconsciousness were ripped and his brain grew aware of the pain thrumming through his nerves and the slight difficulty of breathing. Bewildered, he groggily opened his eyes only to see two arms block his vision. Then he felt the hands wrapped around his throat, blocking his airway. As the scene registered in his mind he realized the lack of air and immediately started chocking and flailing.
"Just die already!" A deep voice from above vibrated through the arms to his throat and Nagisa could only see two brown orbs glare at him. A subconscious voice screamed at Nagisa to release himself unless he wants to die. He stopped his panicked flailing and in one moment of clarity he thrust two fingers into the brown orbs.
Someone hollered in pain and the hands released him, giving him a chance to gulp in precious air. He saw the other stumble back and with new-found strength he leaped from the bed, absently noting the disinfect smell, the beeping noise and the ripping of a needle from his arm, and kicked the man in the stomach, then swirled and kicked him in the face. The man sprawled on the floor, still.
He coughed and staggered back, limbs suddenly weak and uncooperative, trying to understand where he was and what had just happened. The last thing he remembered was fighting Karma and then...
The sniper! He swiveled around to Karma only for his eyes to land on his mother, who was sleeping on the other bed. His eyes widened as he gaped. "Mom?" What is she doing here? He made to approach her when a hand holding a napkin covered his mouth. He struggled in the strong hold, hands trapped to his sides.
"Come on, brat. Just. Stay. Down!" An unfamiliar higher-pitched voice grumbled. A second man! A sweet scent invaded his nose and he blanched. Chloroform. He renewed his struggles and his feet kicked a chair to the floor, creating a loud noise.
"Damn!" A hand went down on his head, making his ears ring and stars explode in his eyes. "Why isn't it working?"
"Nagisa?" Blue eyes widened in fear. No, no, no, she can't wake up! They might try to hurt her. His attempts grew stronger, the sweet scent causing his senses to dull and his breath came out as ragged gasps. Black eyes opened and a yawn was heard as the woman sat up and turned to them, eyes hopeful.
"Nagisa, you woke... up?" Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene. "Nagisa!" She threw off her blanket and made to stand up. "Leave my son alone, you monsters!" Flames rose behind her and the two men stiffened.
"Shit, we have to get rid of her!" The first man stood up, groaning in pain and raised his hand which was holding a gun. Nagisa and Hiromi both shouted in surprise the moment the gun went off, a bullet embedding itself in the woman's chest.
MOM! Nagisa elbowed the man in the guts and rushed to his mother. Carlos went to grab him when the second man stopped him while holding his sore spot. "You moron… you killed our retrieval target. Now we'll have to retrieve that kid."
Nagisa didn't pay the men any heed as he dropped by his mother, trying to stop the bleeding. Hiromi looked at her flustered son and smiled softly, raising a hand to caress his cheek. "Nagisa..."
"Don't talk, you just got shot!" He interrupted her, finger finding the nurse call button and pressed hard on it, praying that they'll save her. "The doctors are going to come—"
"Listen to me, my little amazing boy," He froze, face paling as she coughed blood, "I am so sorry..."
"Mom!"
"I am so sorry for controlling you. I am so sorry I didn't see you for the man you are. Don't let anyone control you like I did," She said quickly, knowing she doesn't have long, "Be strong, Nagisa. Grow up to be a splendid man."
"Don't talk, mom!"
"Nagisa... I love you." Nagisa shook his head.
"Don't talk like that, mom. I love you too, mommy. Please don't go, please don't die!"
"Please run away, Nagisa," She said and pressed something into his hands as the last breath left her mouth and she went still. Nagisa went rigid, eyes wide and mouth agape as blood pooled under his hands.
"Well, she is dead now..." Carlos said irritably the moment the door opened, revealing a nurse and a doctor.
"Shiota-san, we heard the buzz and found the boys passed outside the room— who are you guys!?" The doctor demanded to know. Carlos grumbled and two more shots were heard. The nurse and the doctor went down, shocked to silence.
"Seriously," The second man sighed and went to grab the blunet only to stop dead on his tracks, body beginning to quiver in unadulterated terror.
"Mark?" Carlos asked, looking at the blunet in confusion only to freeze as well, his gun sliding out of the quivering hand and landing in a loud clang on the floor.
Bright blue eyes framed with dark blue-green scales stared at them from the bed, pure thirst for blood radiating from them and forming an image of a snake rearing to attack. The boy stood up, eliciting shrieks from the two men, and took a step towards them. They took on step back and collided with the wall. They turned wide accusing eyes to the wall and then back to the boy who suddenly was much closer than before. They yelped and fell on their butts.
"S-stay away!" Mark squeaked and Nagisa seemed to regard his words for a moment before a kind smile took over his face and he raised his hand, which held a scalpel Hiromi gave him.
"Don't worry," He walked up to the terrified man, "You won't suffer." A swift movement later, Mark went still, his throat slit. Nagisa shrugged and turned to Carlos with blood marring his scaled face, which in turn caused his bright eyes to stand out even more.
"But you~" He drawled, causing the man to screech in pain as the scalpel dug into his cheek, "You're going to suffer for murdering my mother."
When the man blanched and shrieked again he clicked his tongue and covered the other's mouth with his hand.
"It's rude to be loud so late in the night. You might wake the other patients," He scolded kindly and shivers went up Carlos' spine but he could do nothing but cry silently as the scalpel dug again and again, taking a piece after a piece until Nagisa simply got bored and slit his throat as well. The man gurgled on his blood, body convulsing until it went completely still.
Nagisa stood up, body bathed in the man's blood, and finally turned to his mother's bed. Suddenly all bloodlust left him and he dropped to his knees, crawling weakly to the bed, leaving trails of blood after him.
"Mom... mom..." He whispered as he pushed himself up the bed until he hovered over his mother. His trembling hands caressed her cheeks as he cried, to engrossed in his mourning to notice a pale haired figure slipping into the room from the window.
A swift blow to the neck and the boy went limp, falling into the figure's arms. The third man picked Nagisa up and looked over to the corner of the room, where the two men were laid and rolled his eyes. Seriously, those good for nothing idiots.
"Well, at least we recovered one of them." He turned around and climbed onto the window, disappearing from view.
It was the scream of the morning nurse that snapped the teen to the waking world. Terasaka groaned in pain, hand going up to hold his head only to retract it when he felt sticky substance cover it. He brought it down to inspect it, eyes scarcely registering the deep red color covering his hand.
"Can you hear me?" He winched from the headache the shrill voice brought and covered his ears only to find more of the sticky red on them. When he realized that that the substance is blood he begun to feel worried.
What happened?
"Boy, please answer me." He peeled one eyelid open, closing it right away when the blinding light pierced his eye. A strong arm circled around his middle and forced his legs to stand up and support him. He wanted to punch the arm for touching him but he couldn't even will it to move. Everything swirled around him and he couldn't even fathom where he is and what occurred.
Wow, Karma will have a field day with his word choice. That was the one thing that gave him enough annoyance to pry his eyes and look around him. He was in the corridor in the hospital. Oh right, it was his shift to protect Nagisa. Everything was quiet until he felt someone approach and stood up to confront it.
Then what happened?
"He has a concussion. Not surprising; the wall has a dent in it." Argh… his head hurts. He really shouldn't think so hard…
"Terasaka-kun, what happened?" Karasuma-sensei's voice. What happened? Beats him, he has no idea.
"No… idea…" He croaked out. Was he assaulted or something? What about Takuya and Taisei? He looked down and it took him a minute to realize that he was looking at his two friends surrounded by people in nurse garments. Are they hurt?
"Terasaka-kun, look at me," Karasuma-sensei's voice was… panicked? The only time the strange brow agent was panicked was… never? Gah, he can't remember! He looked up with difficulty into the man's black eyes, confirming the panic. "According to the tape, you guys were assaulted by two men. You were thrown to the wall while Muramatsu-kun and Yoshida-kun were hit by a gun, knocking the three of you out."
So that means… the shrimp… Nagisa!
"The shrimp…?"
"… I think you should see for yourself." He was helped to reach the room and stood at the door, eyes not comprehending the scene for a long time.
There was a lot of blood sprayed everywhere. That's all he could see at first; but then he slowly registered the bed of the crazy woman and the white cloth covering her head in contrast to the red of her bloodied clothes. Then the two people on the floor; also drenched in red. Finally he saw two men lying at the corner, one with a slit throat and one looking like he went through the blender. The only clean thing in the room was the bed closest to the window; a speck of white in the sea of red, empty of the blunet he promised to protect.
He bent over and emptied out everything he had in his stomach.
Nagisa was gone.
He had failed.
The scene was cleaned and by the time the class had arrived at the room, Terasaka and his lackeys were taken to the adjacent room, the room was cleaned of the blood and the corpses were taken out.
"What happened?" Kayano asked, her body trembling and voice cracking at the end as she saw the pictures the police took of the crime scene. Sugino and Kanzaki held her and escorted her to a nearby bench, faces ashen.
Karma was held back by Maehara and Okajima when he tried to go and interrogate the 'idiot trio', rage burning through his skin and anguish and despair weighing his body down. Okano yanked his bag out of his hands and placed it somewhere hidden, sharing a sad look with Maehara.
"We do not know," Karasuma replied after he had calmed himself down, "What we know is that those two men came into the room, shot Shiota-san, the doctor and the nurse before being killed by someone. We believe they had a third accomplish who… took Nagisa-kun after everything ended."
"Can we prove that it was Koike Masato?" Fuwa breathed, hands clenching so tightly her knuckles went white around the school bag she carried.
"We can try. And at worst we can storm the place and rescue Nagisa-kun," Isogai answered in place of Karasuma. "What I don't understand is why they had killed Shiota-san when it was clear that they needed her?"
"The only way to answer that had been killed," Kataoka gravely said, a shaky hand covering her face.
Takebayashi was tearing up as his fists flexed by his sides, Mimura by his side. Okuda tried comforting the enraged Karma and Hazama attempted to break into the room of the trio alongside Itona.
"So what do we do now?" Isogai asked the gray haired girl. She sighed and rested her forehead on his shoulder, feeling lightheaded. "Kataoka?"
"I honestly don't know… we know it is Koike Masato but we have no way of proving that. We can't storm the place on our own since we don't know how he will protect his place. He knows that we are assassins-in-training so he'll put any counter measurements to deflect us. He probably found out already about the break-in so security will be tighter… Isogai, what should we do?" She clutched the boy's shirt, silent tears running down her cheeks and staining the gray material. "I don't want to know what he is doing to Nagisa right now. I just want this whole mess to end already…"
"Kataoka, it'll be alright. Nagisa is strong, he'll find a way to escape," Isogai comforted her with his sad smile and she huffed a chuckle. That Ikemen…
Okano was right besides Maehara after they forced Karma into a chair with Sugaya and Okuda as 'bodyguards'. She saw his eyes swirl in guilt and anguish so she pulled him a little further from the group and when he looked at her in confusion she tapped a knife hand on his forehead.
"You are so unusually quiet," She said solemnly. The playboy of the class blinked at her in bewilderment before a small fake smile stretched his haggard face and he waved his hand playfully.
"What are you talking about, Hinata-chan~? Isn't it expected from the situation? Nagisa was kidnapped by a sadistic man, after all."
She sighed and gave him a glare, folding her arms. "Really? Then why do you look guilty?" He flinched and her eyes narrowed. Bingo. "If it's because you think you could have stopped it, then stop it. We tried our very darn best to protect him. But at the end of the day we are children at the start of our training, so even when it kills me that I couldn't protect him or Shiota-san, I know it's mainly because of my inexperience."
"Hinata…" He started but she stopped him, eyes hard.
"You are not at fault here," She poked his forehead, "Get it into your puny head."
"Now you are just insulting me," He complained, but the guilt smoothed out and he seemed more composed. He smiled softly and ruffled the brunette's hair, "Thank you, Hinata."
She blushed and swatted the hand away. "It's only natural. Nagisa needs us all calm and level-headed."
"True. So shall we go back?" He grinned cheekily and offered her his hand. She nodded, bangs hiding her flush and tears, and grabbed his hand firmly.
"Okay, so we are holding an emergency meeting!" Isogai's voice carried over the hall and all students of class 3-E roared their agreement. They entered the trio's room the minute the doctor affirmed and flocked between the beds. Itona went straight to Terasaka's bed, eyes cloudy and head lowered.
"What are you getting all angsty about?" Terasaka grumbled, head wrapped in thick bandages. "Idiot nerd."
"…Shut up…"
"Terasaka, we need to know what happened," Isogai approached the burly teen. Terasaka stiffened, fists clenching and teeth gritting. "Terasaka—"
"Stop your whining. I'll tell you, even though it's worthless. I was sitting outside the room when I heard movement so I stood up to confront it only for something to grab my head and smash it into the wall… everything went black and I woke up to a nurse screaming her head off."
"So basically nothing…" Karma seethed and Terasaka growled at him.
"Well excuse me, mister 'did nothing'!" The redhead and the two-tone haired teens shot daggers at each others, fists clenched and rage burning. Isogai sighed and stepped between them, an uneasy smile on his smile.
"Now, now, you have got to work together. Let's get Nagisa-kun back and then you can fight to your heart content, okay?" The two teens gave one last glare before nodding and looking away with a huff. Isogai nodded with relief and took out his phone.
"Ritsu, any updates on Nagisa's location?" The AI appeared on the screen and shook her head. "I see. Try to look into Koike's business building or even private property. Don't rule out the office building we broke into last time."
"I understand, Isogai-kun, I will do my best," The screen went black and he pocketed it, turning to the class with a determined smile. "How about we find a way to get Koike Masato to confess?"
The malicious smiles the class sprouted gave him the answer and he nodded, catching Karasuma's eye and smiling meaningfully. The man nodded. It's about time they utilized their secret weapon; their connections.
So he was right, the target was Shiota Nagisa, Taira Daiki sighed as he watched for the second time the footage of the hall where the three boys got knocked out, looking for any defining features of their equipment or clothes.
He had no doubt that the one to kill the two intruders was the little blunet. Ever since he had witnessed the monstrosity that is Shiota Nagisa, he had been digging through old police files since the face looked slightly familiar. And when he found one from nine years ago he realized that this was his wife's first case; the mugging of three kids by three men who committed suicide shortly after the ordeal.
He really wants to give up on the case, but his superior said that he'll be fired if he will ask to be excused from one more case. That old bat…
He sighed as he took out his phone; time to contact good old wife.