Previously on AxK:
His eyes narrowed at the now-cowering team member. Feeling that he didn't need to waste any breath on them, he returned their stare with a scathing one of his own.
Gakushuu wasn't even trying, but the stagger that the guy had in his step was all it took for him to know that the other was shaken. He turned away from him, successfully catching the orange ball that the basketball manager had thrown him. He turned back to the team, curling his lips into a mischievous smirk.
"Want to play?"
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One by one, the men dropped from where they were standing. Their eyes were blank and empty, staring into space with an unfathomable expression. Souls slipped off their mouths.
The remaining Teiko team members who haven't participated in the match all stopped what they were doing and their jaws dropped, gaping openly at the male that stood in front of them.
Asano Gakushuu smoothed down his basketball jersey, not even breaking a single sweat. Momoi's stare was hard and unyielding. She watches him grab a water bottle and chug its contents down.
She calculated his movements, and tried to figure out the pattern he had with his basketball, finding none. That was weird.
Eyes narrowed, she stared hard at Asano's firm back, her gaze never escaping his form.
'What can this possibly mean? According to my data, his birthday is on January first, has a height of exactly one hundred and seventy five meters-Akashi-kun being two centimeters short of that-, has a weight of sixty nine kilograms or one hundred and forty one pounds, has a blood type of B, placed under the section of Class A, takes the top seat, was affiliated under the Five Virtuosos, and is the principal's son.'
Digesting this information, she muses to herself, 'He really is similar to Akashi-kun. They both specialize in a myriad of different fields, have the top seat, hates to lose, and aims to claim the absolute victory. Their fathers, from what I've gathered, are similar as well.'
'He has multiple expertises on certain fields. He has a wide range of knowledge and experience in martial arts, is known to have fully mastered most instruments-even the ones extremely difficult to learn-coupled with a great singing voice, has full control and fluency over multiple languages, and is also reported to have demonstrated super-human speed.'
He didn't have records in terms of athletics, so...
How?
The pink-haired girl let her mind reel in the previous events that happened before...
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Momoi stood between the two teams, using the spare whistle that Shirogane had given her.
"Let the match...begin!"
"Alright! Let's do this!" A guy on the bench shouted. Despite the foreboding feeling resting within their hearts, they ignored it to the best that they could, instead focusing on the positive. Asano couldn't be the best in everything, right?
They were tasked to play three quarters, with a total of 11-12 minutes each. They played on the second-string gym, which was suitable for both teams since there were only a few members. Each team were given about 20 minutes to prepare.
Asano and his team huddled together in a tight circle. Plans already formulating themselves on his mind, he began to speak.
"Okay, so here's what I've planned..." Gakushuu trails off. He informs them on what he plans for the first quarter up until the third quarter. One member glares at him.
"Why should we listen to you, anyway? We've been in a basketball team for far longer than you think! I've searched you up since before you went to school." An orange-haired male angrily states.
"Sure, you're made of genius crap and such, but I don't think you've ever participated in anything basketball-related as far as I know!" He exclaims in a whisper-shout, so as to not alert the other team on what happened amongst them. "And- uh..." His voice falters due to the strawberry blonde-haired male's quiet, silencing glare piercing his irises.
His orbs widen as Asano states calmly, "I've practiced under a coach of an international basketball team for a minimum of two months, so I have experience, strategies, and tactics ingrained inside me far much more than what your current basketball team knows of.' He says in finality, leaving no room for arguements.
"Yeah," agrees another teammate. "His strategy seems full-proof after all. Under his guidance, what's the worst thing that could happen?"
Finally, the orange-haired team member hesitantly agreed.
"For the first quarter, we'll do a run-and gun style of play."
It was intense.
Their goal was to score the first points from the game. They quickly claimed the ball milliseconds after the tip-off. After a series of blinding passes, they immediately scored the first three-pointer. Within five seconds, Gakushuu scored another point, before the other team had time to compose themselves.
"D-DEFENSE!" the benched members of the other team shouted.
It was a flurry of movements, a mess of limbs indistinguishable to the spectators watching over from corners and bleachers of the gym.
They took on an all-defense form, with the opposing team going on offense and defense forms.
They were impenetrable.
The court pressure stayed consistently in high-tempo. Gakushuu and the others let the opposing team score easy baskets; however, theirs consisted fully of three pointers, and the occasional 2 pointer.
The first quarter ended with Gakushuu's team in the lead.
His team held back in the middle of the second quarter, letting them score a couple of points. However, those points weren't enough for them to take over and surpass them in the game.
The gap between their scores grew significantly wider and wider.
Nijimura clenched his fists. The other members drew bated breaths.
The second quarter ended with them barely catching up. They were behind 20 points in.
The strawberry blonde-haired boy had been careful, planning out the strategy he had in store for the other team. 'Nijimura's, was it?' He referred to the team's temporary captain.
'I'll be sure to win a victory that'll-although crush-it would simultaneously motivate their team spirit and camaraderie. That'll surely place the odds in my father's favor, even though I won't resort to using underhanded tactics, or completely aim for their ultimate defeat..'
'I'll guarantee that my perception on a proper education clearly gets through to him.' He pondered in the midst of a break.
"Man, the defense is tight. How do we do this again?" A raven-haired player rubbed his sweaty hands on his jersey. He looked towards his teammate with nervous eyes.
"I-I don't know!" an orange-haired player stammered, looking left and right. "Nijimura!" They pleaded for help. "Time out!" He signalled to the referee. They bunched up together in a corner of the gym, with their team captain discussing a temporary, but newfound strategy.
Gakushuu's team had not made any action that could help them score a consistent streak of three points.
During the third quarter, they could barely pass the ball to the other without losing the said ball, whenever they had a chance to steal.
The Teiko team wasn't normally like this in terms of strength. Actually, the said strength of teamwork and style of play rivalled majority of the schools in the country, even a few international ones, if they had a chance.
However, their 'genius play' paled quite a bit in comparison due to Asano's temporary addition to the team. But, they had hope as Nijimura was placed in their team's lineup, so they had a fair shot.
By some miraculous chance, some had actually started to miss Akashi. They shivered at the thought. Although they won't enjoy the match as much; with him they would win by an utter landslide.
They attempted multiple strategies, styles of play, and tricks from the book. Few of them succeeded. Even if they had a couple of measly points in total, they were relieved with their chances to score, slim as they could be.
Groaning, they prepared for the worst as the referee blew the whistle.
Asano's team won 76 to 21.
Back to Nagisa and the Unknown Girl:
They stopped in front of a fast food stand. He waits until she finished paying for the food. He could only gape as she bought a big bag of burgers, eating two simultaneously. He is reminded of a dark red-haired guy who sat in one of the Maji Burger booths he passed by during the morning. He had a mountain full of burgers, chatting with thin air.
He wonders if the feeling is called dèja vu.
She shoves a burger into his hands. "Eat," she commanded. "We have a lot to do for today." She stalks off, dragging him around with his chains.
Nagisa observed that he could easily take her down, unarmed. Those months of training under careful guidance amongst Korosensei, Bitch-sensei, and Karasuma-sensei had sharpened his senses to the T. Though, given his failure to maintain his skills in a regular manner made him slightly rusty. Also, given the fact that he was outside, he couldn't perform something daring all outsiders could possibly see.
Plus, to add the dact that he didn't have experience in real assassination placed him in a disadvantage. Sure, he had knowledge and sufficient training to hone and practice in different situations and environments, but it was different from experiencing the actual thing. He had yet to feel someone's blood on his hands.
'She is unarmed, and her defenses are quite low. She is wide open from all sides!' He thought, gritting his teeth. 'If only...'
He eyed the London streets. They were picturesque, clumps of tourists and citizens alike either mingling, passing by, or ignoring the other. A handful of people wore trendy, expensive-looking clothing, while the rest either wore comfy clothes or corporate attire. He looked down to his sorry mess of a uniform, suddenly feeling conscious.
"Uhm-" he spoke up. Haughty eyebrows lifted, the girl spoke sullenly; "What?"
"I-I need to change out of my uniform." She was flabbergasted.
"What? Right now, in the middle of the street?!" the purple-haired girl glared at him. Other people turned to stare, some stopping in their tracks out of curiosity. The blue-haired boy was horrified.
"Wha- n-no!" Despite her protests and the heavy clunk of his chains slamming against his thin wrists, he dragged her towards a slightly-secluded corner.
He wonders why people aren't questioning the chunky chains on his wrists. He looked back at the girl. Right, she was the face of a big-shot acting company he couldn't care less about.
"Shh!" He shushs her. She waited, tapping her foot against the pavement. "Let me restate my words."
"Look at me." He said. She scanned him from head to toe. "Get straight to the point. I don't see it," she states, deadpan.
"I'm a mess. My clothes are dirty and tattered-I'll attract the attention of others." She snorts. "That getup actually suits you pretty fine, being akin to a drowned rat. After all, you're an insufferable little twit."
Nagisa silently thanks all the years of his experience of being talked down to-in other words, being the subject of verbal abuse to. He'd developed a high tolerance for it; plus he knew all the rights things to say to quell the other person's anger, although it isn't right to say that he was unaffected by the weight behind all the words mercilessly chucked at him.
"Could you please give me a chance to look presentable? I mean, it is you I am walking beside with. I wouldn't want to hurt your reputation." He said softly, laces of conviction woven into his words.
She smirks in satisfaction, flipping her hair haughtily. Her lavender locks swish in the London air.
"All right. I'll give in to your selfish request this time. It is me we are talking about after all." She proceeds to drag him by his collar to a shop nearby.
He felt a plethora of gazes burning themselves onto his back as they entered the shop. 'They must be thinking that I'm an unwanted guest. Better hurry up,' Nagisa thinks. Sighing, he goes over to the racks to check out the men's clothes in stock.
He pulls out simple denim jeans, a light blue, short-sleeved shirt, and some shoes suitable for running. It may look like it could be bought anywhere, but the designer labels on them say otherwise. He hands over the outfit to the girl.
"Not bad taste", she remarks. "Get changed into them quickly."
She paused suddenly, analyzing his form. He practically sees her golden eyes inspect him.
He felt awkward being the reciever of her unwanted gazes. He felt like he was a piece of meat being scrutinized by a butcher.
"Wh-what?" He timidly asks. The girl tucks a hand under her chin, looking deep in thought. "Hmm," she muses. "I believe that with your scrawny appearance and even scrawnier skills in escaping," Nagisa glared inwardly at himself for allowing himself to be dragged to who-knows-where for quite some time, "I believe it would be in your best judgement to not try anything while we're outside. I trust my instincts. Do not even try to disappoint me."
She gingerly unlocked his cuffs. Nagisa's timid-looking face showed a reaction that was far from what he currently felt. He was jumping with joy at the freedom being presented to him. His mind exploded with numerous possibilities on either how to slip away unnoticed, or how to knock her out.
She holds out her hands, and he places the cuffs in them.
Leaving him to change into them, Nagisa felt himself secluded into one of the dressing room cubicles.
After changing into considerably decent clothes from a high-end store he knows nothing of (she insisted that they get the best of the best, ensuring that he looked more than presentable enough), he chucked his uniform out onto the dumpster. It was barely-recognizable from all the dirt and grime practically embedded onto it. His mother would do more than scold him if she sees his uniform in a sorry state. He makes a mental note to ask for a spare as soon as he gets back.
He gazes out the window and sighs. The girl-which name he does not know yet-was busy flipping through racks of clothes and shelves of bags and shoes.
In an instant, his assassin senses picked up opportunities to escape. With considerable speed, he tucks himself away in a secluded corner, analyzing the situation.
'First of all, disregarding the staff situated at the front, there's no one out in the back. I guess I'd have to wait for them to turn their eyes away from us.'
The store staff were attending to some hot-shot customer. Luckily for him, the lavender-haired girl was coincidentally placed near the racks out of their viewing range.
It was the exact moment that no one was watching them. Skillfully forcing himself to vanish any traces of bloodlust in him, he slips over to her as quietly as humanely possible.
'That's girl's been having gaps ever since we left the truck. If I wait for her to fully let her guard down...' He ends his thought, casually sneaking up against her form. She was examining the price tags, failing to notice that Nagisa was a hair's breadth away from her.
Within a split second...
Chop!
He applied pressure to most of the points on her neck, successfully knocking her out.
In a flash, he gathered a couple of burgers and disappeared from the store.
He was tired, but eating the burgers gave him a bit of renewed energy.
Slipping inside a telephone box, he attempted to dial a number. He paused.
He didn't have an ounce of money on him!
He carefully analyzed the situation. It was no use trying to go back there, as within a few minutes, the girl would recover and start searching for him. Good thing he was a mile or two away.
Chomping on the burgers, he examined the contents of the telephone box, scanning every corner for loose change. A glint of silver caught his eye. It was some money hidden under a slit.
With his nimble fingers, he acquired them successfully, slipping them through the coin slot. It would buy him a few minutes.
Quickly calling Korosensei, he waited until the owner of the phone picked up.
"Hello? Who might this be?" A jolly voice resounded from over the phone.
"Korosensei, it's Nagisa!" He whispered in a panicked voice.
"Na-nagisa-kun? What happened over there? Where are you?!" His yellow-bodied teacher asked in a panic, worry lacing his tone.
"I've been kidnapped from some organization and have been transported to another country. I don't know what plans they have." Nagisa's hands trembled, the phone shaking slightly. "It seems that I'm in-" he paused.
He could feel another presence behind him, an aura that of bloodthirst seeping through the door. The hairs on his neck stood up.
"Hello? Nagisa-kun?" The voice of Korosensei reched his ears. On the reflection of a small pane of glass, he saw a hunched, hooded figure. His eyes widened. He did not have much time.
"Sensei, I'm in Br-!" His voice was cut off as the door creaked open silently, opening wider and wider by the second.
"C-code 289. Section B13." The cold wind whipped back and forth, penetrating his thin shirt. He gave an involuntary shudder as his heart pounded faster and faster. With the distance he and his potential attacker had, even if the bloodlust present was overwhelming, the clap stunner wouldn't work.
"Got it," he heard his bulbous-headed teacher say over the line. "Good luck, Nagisa. I hope you wouldn't get yourself killed anytime soon."
"Th-thanks for the encouragement, sensei. I-I'll get going now." He finishes the conversation in a shaky breath, ending the call by slowly placing the telephone into it's designated phone holder.
He could feel his hands start to freeze over as he turn slowly to look.
Piercing purple eyes greeted him from the hood. In one fell swoop, he felt himself being knocked unconscious by yet another strong scent filling his nostrils.
"Hnn..." he weakly voiced out as he slumped down to the ground. Now fully sure that the azure-haired male was unconscious, his attacker picked his light body up, setting down a body bag down onto the floor surface and gently tucking him in.
A sigh escapes the older male's lips as he looks down at the latter, gazing at him with eyes filled with pity.
"I'm sorry, Nagisa."
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As soon as he gained consciousness, light flooded his senses. He turned his face away, trying to fall back into the warm and comforting deep slumber he was previously put into.
"Nuh-uh. No can do, buddy." A feminine voice said from above him.
"...Huh?" He tried to sit up. But immediately as he tried to rise, he fell back down. "Ouch!" His arms and limbs protested. They were throbbing, blue in some areas.
It seemed that he was also strapped onto the bed. A pillow was placed to cushion his head, and the bed was slightly warm, but he was still strapped down nonetheless.
"We brought you here to question you, not to bring you to some hotel. You don't have the luxury to doze off all day." She said impatiently. Her voice just worsened the headache he was starting to have.
"We knocked you out in order to inject some stuff into your system." A cheery, friendly voice said to him.
All of Earth came craching down on him.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
WHAT?!
Nagisa's insides boiled with rage. He wasn't sure how to react. All he knew was that if he wasn't securely strapped onto the bed, he would seriously lash out at whomever and whoever had the gall to cross his path.
His heartbeat resounded in his ears.
How dare they!
He didn't want to be subjected to some type of sick experiment!
If they hade dared to inject tentacle cells or cells of other species onto him-!
With a series of frenzied limbs, he tried to pull himself free.
"Hold him down!"
They immediately stopped his flailing by putting every amount of force they had into steadying him for a few minutes, until he calmed down.
As the rage subsided, he felt uneasy. Cold sweat poured down his backside, staining his shirt. With a hesitant tone, he began to ask:
"W-what did you put inside of me?! I swear-!" A finger was held against his mouth.
"Shh, Nagisa-kun. Please be calm about this." A monotone, but soothing voice reached his ears.
"Ku-kuroko?" He said quietly.
The taller male emerged from the shadows, revealing himself to Nagisa. His eyes were blank, but held concern in them.
"We are here to help. Please do not think that we injected some foreign substance into you." Nagisa didn't feel any ounce of bloodlust coming from any of them, so his shoulders lose some of their tension, but not completely. He allowed them to continue.
"We injected a serum containing a microchip tracker, in order to know your whereabouts whenever and wherever."
'Well, that just about sounds reassuring.' He thinks sarcastically to himself.
"It's not like I can do anything about it now," the shorter blue-haired boy says in a steely tone. The others don't flinch.
"Who are you guys and what do you want from me? What is your purpose and aim in all of this?" He says, his guard still up.
He did not know why Kuroko was part of whatever this is, but he needed answers. He was tired of being kept in the dark for an extended duration of time.
"Uhm. We-we want to achieve the same goal as you do. But, uh, well...not exactly." The chipper voice from before spoke up.
Nagisa wanted to know why the rest of them were in the shadows, but decided not to speak up. It probably was because he had an inkling that the others knew Kuroko was the only one out of the group to come in actual contact with him.
"Explain, Shin." The feminine voice from earlier responded.
"To be honest, we are an intelligence agency tasked to wipe out major organizations associated with illicit and illegal activities, such as human trafficking, drugs, you get the gist. It is just this one particular organization we're having trouble with." He starts off.
"Remember how you Class E guys got caught up in all the assassination business with the Unidentified Slimy Octopus guy? They plan to do something about him, and I don't think they're doing it for just the money..." The blue-eyes boy's eyes widened with shock. 'What do they plan to do with Korosensei?!'
His mind was spinning. "What do they plan to do with him?" He asked in a shaky breath.
"That, we regrettably do not know," he responds.
Disregarding that, to talk about intel regarding a national secret oh so casually...
These people were no ordinary members of an intelligence agency.
"We plan to eliminate each and every member of the organization. They go by the company name Callisto. They know of us, but cannot distinguish from what intelligence agency we come within. It would take them too long to figure out, and all of the staff arr tough nuts to crack."
'So that is the reason why they tried to kidnap Kuroko-kun; because they somehow found out that he went to the same school as me and that he was a part of an intelligence agency.' At least some part of what was clouding over his thoughts became clear.
"We do not know what they plan to do with the shipping materials they've got, but what they have been doing so far is to fund laboratories, somewhat involved with destructive testing, I guess."
"They are planning something large scale, with access to millions of warfare equipment and such. That is why we must destroy them with whatever means we have. But first, we must analyze, scrutinize, and disseminate information we get from them to the Japanese government."
"How come people do not know of you?" Shin laughs, short but carefree.
"That is because we work secretly under IAS. The Ministry of Defense knows of us, but not enough to recognize the faces that work within."
Nagisa nods slowly, trying to process the information and let them sink in.
"Although, Kuroko-kun." Kuroko's eyes meet his at his statement. "Hm?"
"Why are you here?" One of his final questions might be answered after all.
"Why, I work here part-time, of course."
Afterwards, the woman says, "Well. Our time is up. Better get you to your captor before she notices your 2-hour absence."
He feels something cover his mouth, and it was in his nature to resist, yet for some reason, he didn't try to rebel.
He slowly welcomed back the darkness, as he sank through a world of unconsciousness once again.
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His hands were back inside those damned chained cuffs. Again. It was scary how he feeling of metal onto his skin almost felt familiar to him.
"So you finally woke up, didn't you?" The actress sneered at him, scorn coloring her otherwise lovely features.
"W-where am I?" Confusion registered in his features.
"It seemed that you have gotten beat-up by some thugs that were nearby the alleyway of the store we last went to, and I had somehow gotten knocked out as well." She says, suspicious.
His throbbing temple and aching bruises elicited genuine reactions from him, which erased most of her doubt.
"Come on, let's go." She tugged him upwards, letting him stand up, before dragging him out of the alleyway.
His wrists were sore and his limbs complained from the strain, yet he allowed her to do so anyway.
At least there was something he knew about Callisto, yet he had millions of questions going around in his head about Kuroko, and the others.
Looking up to the sky, he sighed.
'What a waste. If this situation was different, I would've enjoyed stepping foot into this country', he thinks forlornly.
A few years back, he and Karma vowed to each other that once they get enough money, they would quit their jobs and travel and explore the world together. Since Karma was rich, he was all for the idea, even offering to pay for Nagisa's travel fares and necessities. The sky blue-haired boy adamantly refused, not wanting to impose a burden on Karma and his finances. Though with his friend's charm and persistence, he eventually gave up...
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They were located on the rooftop, with keys Karma had 'borrowed' from the janitor. Nagisa wondered up 'till this day how the scarlet-haired male gotten ahold of items specifically belonging to the student council or the school without being caught.
It was sunset at that time.
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"Oh come on, Nagisa. Shut up and give in already. These generous offers coming from the great me don't come up anywhere else. You're going to recieve a V.I.P package from Yours Truly." He made a showy gesture of his hands, and leaned forward on the school's rooftop with his arms propped up on the railing. Soft-looking scarlet tufts swayed lightly in the breeze.
"Make use of it as long as you can, and be grateful, now. You're lucky that you're one of the people I respect, and even bother to acknowledge as important and respectable. You're my closest, best friend." Karma said offhandedly, paying attention to the view.
He was met by silence.
Nagisa looked at the floor, with bangs that hidden his face from view. Karma crouched down to see what thoughts went through the blue-haired boy's head. He peered onto his face, steadily growing more and more amused by the reddening of Nagisa's cheeks every second that passed by.
"K-karma! Stop teasing me, or I'll choke you!" The blushing blue-haired male stuttered out in embarrassment, promising to use his triangular-choke hold on the other.
Nagisa swore Karma was sick.
Inwardly, he was super happy that Karma called him a friend of his, much less his closest one yet. Their bond was special.
Snickering at the empty threat, the golden-eyed male mussed up his friend's hair in a fond manner.
"I don't mind, as long as it's you. You won't even be able to properly pummel me into a pulp, I'd say." He chuckled behind his hand, with his face contorted into a genuine smile.
Nagisa never felt so content that day.
The cerulean-haired male's eyes glazed over in nostalgia, the expression not being overlooked by the girl. Her curious stare didn't unsettle him in any way, as he was too deep in his thoughts to consciously notice. 'Nevermind,' she thinks to herself. 'I'll have plenty of chances to observe him anyway.' She left him to his thoughts, never once keeping him out of her sight. Her nerves steeled over, with her gritting her teeth. 'I won't ever let that happen again! That moment of weakness...I'll ensure that I won't be put in the same position yet again.' She chews her teeth in frustration.
Nagisa paid no need to her musings. He was still immersed in his nostalgia.
First, they would visit France, one of the most romantic countries in the world and take pictures under the Eiffel Tower-
'Wait,' he shook his head frantically. 'Why am I thinking about romance at this moment?'
They would stop by Italy for a month, strolling down the lovely miniature shops and canals, eating delectably delicious gelato while relaxing atop a canoe...
'I have really got to stop thinking about these...ideas.' He blushes in embarrassment, looking down to the cobblestone pavements beneath his feet.
'Sure, Karma is attractive and smart as heck...but we're just friends!' His inner voice insists.
...Or so he thinks.
His thoughts were interrupted by a faint voice talking to him in the background. He slowly came into a realization that he still had company, the very same one who had chained him up.
Dejection settles heavily around him, yet again.
"Shall we visit the weaponry shops?" She said while tugging on his chained hands.
He still doesn't know why she had to drag him around public places with him on a metal leash of sorts.
"Why are you doing this?" He asks in a calm rage. He wanted quits, and he wanted it now. Perhaps a week of poor eating and sleeping schedules had gotten to him.
"We know that you aren't Kuroko-kun, and your abductor failed quite so remarkably, so my mentor instructed me to make some use of you."
"What the hell...I'm not an object for you to so freely use! Unhand me. I don't intend to involve myself."
She scoffs. "You don't want to involve yourself? Listen, shortypants," That earned Nagisa a tick mark on his head, "It's too late. You're knee-deep into whatever mess we have here. Focus on making yourself useful."
'This brat...' Nagisa exclaimed in his thoughts, thoroughly annoyed.
She pulls him in along to various shops of sorts, with him thinking that it is all a mean, cruel joke, but didn't put his guard down.
His obvious mistrust heightened further as she pulled him in a weapons shop for last. Little did he know what she had in store for him.
Nagisa, alarmed, gazes at all the hazardous products, and decides to proceed with caution.
"You are going to join us on our plot; whether you like it or not." She says monotonously, casually examining a dual knife, all whilst stroking the metal edge.
Nagisa's breath hitched sharply.
"Say, I go on with this plan of yours. What's my benefit from all of this?" She smiles lazily at him, never once meeting his eyes.
"What's in it for me?"
"Nothing."
He frowned.
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
Author's Note:
Heeeey people! C:
I'm so overjoyed to say that hey, I might be changing my updates to once a month now! But that might be my wishful thinking. I started and finished AssClass Season 2, with lots of ideas running through my head! This story was on-hold for five months, so this is a huge improvement^ You discovered the reasons why the intelligence agency Kuroko's in got involved! I plan to include more of Shin, Satsuki and my other yet-to-be discovered OCs in the future chapters!
That's all for now. Ciao! C:
Here are some questions for you guys:
Question 1: What do you think about Callisto?
Question 2: Any names you have in mind for the girl actor's name? (I can't seem to decide, haha)
Question 3: What do you think about Kuroko and Nagisa's involvement with all of this?
Question 4: Do you think Kuroko would spill the intel to Karma and the others?
Question 5: What was your reaction to yet another one of Nagisa's unexpected kidnappings? (Ehehehe)