Author's Note: Hey soooooo don't be surprised if I go back and edit that last chapter rather soon cuz I published it when I was rather braindead and don't quite remember if I edited it properly... any who, part 2! Hope you enjoy and I don't own Assassination Classroom or Akuma no Riddle just playing with them a little :)

"TOKAKU!"

They had seen everything from the monitor across the new cell. The entire class had gathered around to watch with baited breath. Deep down, they knew that Tokaku really didn't have a chance, but they hoped and now they had nothing. Haru had been standing front and center, her mouth still open from her cry. She could feel tears in her eyes and a weakening in her knees as she saw the Reaper turn.

'This can't be happening! She can't die! I know she can't! Tokaku-' Haru's mind was a whirlwind until she saw the Reaper's face. He was facing the camera and smiling, straight at them, no, straight at her. Haru had never been one for rage, but what she felt in that instance was far from average anger. It was pure, white-hot fury.

Irina had been sitting by the monitor and watching the entire battle play out. She would be lying if she said she wasn't impressed. For such a young age, Tokaku held on and fought well, but it would be foolish to believe that she could defeat him. All the same, she could help feeling sorry for the girl. As much as she hated to admit it, she had respect for Azuma even with all her... her. She was a diligent worker, smart, cool headed, and well rounded. Dare she think it, she might even miss the young assassin.

The Reaper walked in, pulling Irina from her thoughts. Standing in way of greeting, she stepped back in case he might want to check the cameras, but instead he walked right up to the cell bars.

"If anyone wants to try something like that, be my guest, but I can't promise you won't end up swimming with your little friend," he smiled.

"You..." Haru trembled. This man kill Tokaku. He killed her. She was gone because of him. She was never coming back, ever. And it was all because of him.

"You bastard!" she exclaimed, shoving her arm through the bars, grabbing hold of his shirt. Yanking him hard, she slammed his head into the bars. Smirking, the Reaper grabbed a hold of her forearm and shoved it up sharply in a move to break it, but it wouldn't. His smile faltered as Haru's eyes glinted. She leaned in until her mouth was as close as it could be to his ear.

"You know, if you plan on kidnapping an assassin you should really do you research," she whispered, "Haru Ichinose, heir to the Queen Bee clan, has a titanium skeletal covering." (not to ruin the moment but please just imagine Haru adding: "Wolverine bitch" to the end of that, I know it's adamantium but it's funny! kinda?... sorta?... please?) Haru shoved The Reaper back, leaving him startled though it was quickly masked.

"It doesn't matter what kind of enhancements you have, you'll never beat me," he gloated.

"We might not be able to, but something tells me they will," Karma smiled, pointing at the monitor. On the camera showing the back door, Koro Sensei dressed in a dog outfit for whatever reason was with Karasuma just outside.

'I'm stuck with this guy... *sigh* No matter how many times the students say we're a good team, I can't understand why. I'm serious and he's... aloof although, seeing as this is about the student's lives, he might be more useful than previous incidents.'

Currently, he and Koro Sensei were being lowered to the main floor. Karasuma tensed for a fight, but he sight that greeted him left little room for much of that. The Reaper stood with a gun in one hand and a handcuffed, 'semiconscious' Irina in the other.

"Ms. Irina!" Koro Sensei exclaimed, moving to get closer to the pair. The Reaper smirked and shoved his hostage to the ground, pointing the gun right at her head causing his opponents to stop in their tracks.

"Nice to meet you Koro Sensei," he greeted, "I have to admit, you're much uglier in person than I thought you'd be."

"You! You're that florist!" Karasuma realized. He had gone to thank the man for assisting the students once the victim of their poor choices, an elder head master, was safely in the hospital. Thinking back, Karasuma remembered his first instinct was to trust the florist. He came off as one of the people who could make friends with whoever they meet. Kind, humble, friendly, understanding, unsuspecting. The perfect persona for a master assassin.

"Very good Mr. Karasuma," the Reaper smiled, "Let me properly introduce myself, I am the assassin known as the Reaper."

"Where are the students! We know they're here," Koro Sensei demanded.

"Don't worry, they're all alive," he assured, "well, give or take one but that number may grow. I've placed bombs around the neck of all of them. I will detonate them whenever I see fit."

"What do you mean give or take one?" Karasuma asked dangerously.

"Well, that little assassin of yours?" the Reaper replied, "Let's just say she was giving me more trouble than she was worth so I had to dispose of her. Good job by the way, you really know how to pick'em."

"Why you-!" Karasuma growled, but he was interrupted by a small gun shot and Koro Sensei tripping. The Reaper smirked as he held up his hands. Karasuma looked down, seeing Irina, her handcuffs unlocked with a small gun outstretched.

'Irina!?'

But Karasuma didn't have time to completely process the situation because a trap door opened in the floor right beneath Koro Sensei's feet. With a rather pathetic sounding scream, Koro Sensei fell.

"Wow, that was easy," the Reaper noted, looking down at the hole in surprise before shrugging, "No matter, let's get going. You too Karasuma." Looking back up in shock, Karasuma found the Reaper smiling once again and pointing his gun at him with Irina at his side. Seeing no other option, he obliged.

Nagisa looked up suddenly with the rest of the class when they heard the ceiling above them open. Flying down through it was a giant black and yellow mass before it landed with a plop. Everyone looked on in shock before their features fell in both disappointment and judgement.

"...Koro Sensei..."

"Oh, uh, hello students, uh, where are we?" he asked sheepishly.

"In my hideout," the Reaper supplied as he walked in, "I built it off an underground causeway for flood abatement. You like it?" Behind him followed Irina and Karasuma, one in slight shock and the other in cool indifference.

"This is where I will assassinate you Koro Sensei," the Reaper grinned, "I will release the river water, trapping you against the Anti-Sensei bars which will slice you apart like butter."

"Wait! Then you'll kill the students as well!" Karasuma exclaimed.

"Yes, well, I can't afford any loose strings," he shrugged, "besides, now if he tries to explode the cage or do anything crazy, he'll harm the students which means he is basically out of options." The Reaper smirked proudly, the glint in his eye clearly saying 'Look at what I did in one night that you haven't managed in over half a year.' Karasuma had to admit, the plan was ingenious. As much as he hated to think about it, the octopus' greatest strength was also his greatest liability. The students pushed him to new heights, but also chained him to his grave.

"Hehehehhe," Koro Sensei chuckled eyes gleaming like a child who just out smarted his parent, "That anti-me substance is a bit of a pain isn't it, but I have finally overcome it!"

"Really?" the Reaper asked curiously. Smirking, Koro Sensei disappeared, before reappearing at the base of the bars on his... 'hands and knees'. Putting his head right beside the bars, he stuck out his tongue and started licking. Everyone looked on with mild confusion.

"You have... a tongue?"

"Yes! It is covered in digestive fluids which will burn through the bars! It will only take me a day!"

"WE DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF TIME!"

"Exactly and, if you keep up that licking I'll detonate a few of the collars," the Reaper added causing Koro Sensei to freeze in shock, "Let's go Irina, who knows what else this thing is hiding. The faster we kill it the better." Turning, he and Ms. Vitch made for the door, but a hand grabbed the Reaper's shoulder.

"Oh? Are you really going to stop me?" he smirked, looking at Karasuma, "My methods may be crude, but it will get the job done. Isn't that what you want?"

The students and Koro Sensei held their breath. With Karasuma the job always came first, no matter what, but he wouldn't kill them all for this? ...right? Without even blinking, Karasuma swung his hand up and socked the Reaper straight in the jaw, sending him stumbling back.

"Currently, the lives of these students are my top priority," he responded coolly, "so, if you try to kill them, I will have to stop you myself."

"Really? Oh well," the Reaper shrugged before flying out the door. With a growl, Karasuma burst after him leaving Irina with the students and Koro Sensei. She looked on with a smug smile, taking off her detonation collar.

"Karasuma's a fool," she said, "I mean I get it he's a superhuman, Tokaku was more of a pissed off dog but she had her moments, but the Reaper, he's more. He's a monster, look at how easily he caught the octopus."

"Ms. Vitch..." Yada murmered.

"You knew he would kill us didn't you?" Maehara accused.

"How could you! We thought you were our friend!" Okano exclaimed, betrayal clear in her tone. Irina tensed, hesitating. Her eyes glinted with emotion, too many to understand and yet...

"You got scared didn't you?" Karma smiled dangerously, "You always bragged about being a pro, but you felt your new life dull your skills, your assassin's senses. You wanted to kill us to show off. So you could go off and say 'oh, look at what a cold hearted assassin I am!' didn't you?" Irina went completely rigid, standing as still as the air around her before snarling.

"You don't know a thing about me!" she cried, "You think I expected to spend my life in this world! A world of light! I'm an assassin! I was trained, no I was made to thrive in darkness and show it to others so they could rot in the wrongs they'd done! I was never supposed to be happy! Hang around kids who were like younger brothers and sisters to me! Worrying about finding love! It was never supposed to happen! It's not me! ...not to me. "

The class gaped at their teacher, staring at the woman they thought they knew, but realizing just how wrong they'd been. Ms. Vitch was a... really was a bitch at times, but she came through when they needed her most. She laughed with them, fought with them (both against and with), grew with them, and yet every single one of them couldn't see, couldn't grasp what she held inside. Well, all but one. Stepping forward, the only person who could possibly understand, walked right up to their teacher and smiled.

"I know," Haru sighed, "I know that world. I know its shadows, its monsters, even its allure. And I've watched too many friends be trapped or contaminated by its darkness." Haru's understanding smile was now a sorrowful frown, her eyes hard yet gentle. It was as if she were looking through the assassin before her, into both the teacher's and her own past.

She was lying on a hospital bed, wrapped multiple blankets with gods know how many tubes hooked up from her to machines surrounding her head. But, even groggy from the pain medications, she could clearly see through the maze of equipment an old, stiff chair that sat right at the side of her bed. And in that chair, a pale, verging on sickly, blunette slouched. An abandoned book in her lap, still hanging open, a basically undrunk cup of something on the wooden arm, and a phone lying forgotten under a slacks covered thigh. The girl in question looked like she hadn't slept in a month. Under her eyes hung dark bags and her posture practically stewing in exhaustion. All the same, it was the most beautiful sight Haru had ever seen.

"M-ms. Tokaku?" she rasped, voice rough from disuse. The assassin looked up sharply as if someone slapped her. Blinding blue met dazzling pink causing the former to draw in a sharp breath. Haru smiled.

"H-hi," she whispered, but Tokaku just continued to stare. Haru could barely contain her giggles at Tokaku's spot on impression of a fish out of water.

- three weeks later-

Haru was sitting up in bed, merrily eating her hospital lunch with Tokaku, like always, sitting in her chair right beside her. She could not fathom how the pinkette managed not only to beam, but hum as she ate the meal. Not that she was overly picky, it was just that eating that food day after day after day did not seem appetizing at all. As she watched and mulled this over in her head, Dr. Nazo, Haru's doctor, walked in carrying a clipboard stuffed full of papers per usual. He was a portly bearded man. His beard was going white though and he had little to no hair on his head giving him a Santa-like appearance which Haru gushed over after the first day of meeting him.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I bring good news," he greeted, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. This caused Tokaku to tense. Haru noticed and shot her a reassuring glance. She had quickly discovered in her waking time that Tokaku actually barely let anyone near Haru unless they stated their purpose, explain what meds they were giving her and what they did, or they caught her in a rare moment of sleep. It was a marvel that she hadn't been thrown out.

"Ms. Ichinose, you're being released," he beamed. Haru gasped and nearly jumped out of bed in excitement.

"Really! Thank you so much! Haru is so happy!" she exclaimed.

"Well, it is my job dear," Nazo chuckled, "You're free to leave after one final check up so long as you have someone to watch over you, take your medications, and rest."

"Haru understands!" Haru squeaked eagerly. Dr. Nazo laughed again before bidding them a goodbye and heading out the door.

"Isn't that so exciting Ms. Tokaku!" Haru exclaimed, "Haru can't wait to play outside!"

"Hold it," Tokaku said, "First off, didn't you hear him? He told you that you need to rest, that means no running amuck outside. Second, you still need to get through a final check before they can send you off. And third, who on earth is going to take care of you!" Haru paused at this. She could care less about the first two, but the third was a bit of a slap to the face. She had thought Tokaku would stay with her, after all, she had all this time.

"I-I thought that m-maybe you'd stay with Haru," she all but whispered, but Tokaku heard all the same. Her reaction was... telling Haru supposed. Her posture instantly became rigid and her eyes gained a far away glaze. It was like she wasn't even there.

"Y-you don't have to of course! Haru was just throwing that out there! I really do-"

"Why?..."

"What?" Haru asked. Now she was confused. Tokaku seemed to have deflated, like the weight of the world rested on her shoulders and she was just now beginning to buckle.

"After everything I put you through, what I did to you, why do you still want me?"

"Why wouldn't I want you! Tokaku, you're amazing! You protected Haru even when it seemed like there was no way we would make it out! You protected me when no one else would! How could you say such a thing?" Haru exclaimed. She didn't understand, where was this coming from?

"This wasn't supposed to happen..."

"What?"

"This. You, me. It was supposed to be an easy job. In and out, that's it. I had the perfect opportunity, hundreds of times before I even switched sides. I could have been in and out in a second then back to my life. Back to the cold, uneasiness of school. Trusting no one, hating myself for my lack of courage to just give the killing blow. This wasn't supposed to happen, and frankly it still shouldn't."

"Tokaku, wha-"

"I'm humbled by your kindness and trust in me, but when it's all said and done, I'm still an assassin and you're still an innocent. I am unworthy of such a life and you, you deserve much better."

"But," Haru said in a barely contained anger, her eyes meeting Irina's, "you know what they all said when I confronted them? I was never supposed to have this, this isn't me, I don't deserve this. Well who the hell said that! Who walked up to you and just one day said that you no longer have the ability to have this life! No one and if anyone did it's complete bullshit! Will you have regrets? Yes. Will you feel pain? Yes. But, will you regret this choice? No. In this world, there is a happy life, a life that is being openly handed out to you! A life that's completely free for the taking and nothing, nothing is stopping you! Nothing, except yourself. So you have a choice. You can waste away here, in this world of darkness or you can grow and live in our world of light. No one's telling you what to do, no one's holding you back. This is your decision and yours alone, but if you don't make it soon, you may just add another regret to your buckling conscious." The students gaped in awe at their classmate and Koro Sensei seemed to be in tears while Ms. Vitch stood stock still before them all.

"krrz- Irina, I need your help," the Reaper said through her earpiece, "I've set traps on the way to the control room, shoot Karasuma in the back while he tries to get past them."

"I'm on it," she replied softly, turning to the door, but hesitating before she left, "Hey, octopus. You can break the collars off the brats, they won't detonate. Oh, and Ichinose? I'll make sure to tell Azuma a few last things." With that she left, slamming the door behind her.

'Let's go out with a bang' she smiled.

Karasuma ran down the hall. He had lost sight of the Grim Reaper ages ago and now he was stuck playing catch up.

'Damn it! He trapped the octopus in less than five minutes, manipulated Irina into betraying us, captured all the students, and kill Azuma! Individually, I might be a little angry, but how did he even manage to all of this in a span of a night! Damn it, door.' Slowing to a stop, Karasuma grabbed the handle and began to turn it, but froze.

'Something's wrong... to hell with it, I don't have time for this.' Yanking the door open, it exploded causing a resounding boom to echo through the corridor.

'That was stronger than I expected, it was rather impressive actually,' Karasuma sighed, walking straight out the now barren doorframe as if it was nothing.

The class stared dumbly at the monitor.

"Did he just?"

"Yep."

"And it exploded right?"

"Yep."

"Not just some smoke?"

"Yep."

"Holy shit."

"Yep."

'Seriously another turn! If this wasn't just one passage I'd be lost by now,' Karasuma groaned, rounding the corner sharply, but immediately, leaping back. In the middle of the hall stood four large Dobermans with guns on their backs.

'You have got to be kidding me, you trains dogs to shoot guns?... Actually that's not a bad idea, especially seeing as,' Karasuma nodded as he walked straight into the hall, 'I love dogs.' He smiled and all of them instantly lined up against the wall with their heads bowed.

The class stared stupidly at the monitor.

"Did he just?"

"Yep."

"They weren't holograms or something?"

"Nope."

"And they're just gonna sit and let him pass?"

"Apparently."

"What the fuck?"

"Yep."

'They were pretty cute, maybe I'll take one home when this is done,' Karasuma thought as he continued running. To his left, the wall dropped and let a giant iron bar come flying down, slamming into his side. But, instead of sending him flying, Karasuma caught the bar with an annoyed grunt.

'That's a pain, who would take the time to do this?'

The class stared at the monitor, no longer knowing how to describe the awe and shock they felt in that moment.

"D-"

"Yep."

"Wh-"

"Sh."

"Don-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH!"

Finally, Karasuma came to a bridge over looking the rushing river below with the Reaper standing in the middle to greet him. The assassin spread his arms wide in welcome, revealing a small button in his hand. Karasuma calmly walked out to the bridge to meet him.

"I must admit that I underestimated you," the Reaper smiled, "I'm quite impressed."

"So am I, you've provided quite the smorgasbord of traps," Karasuma replied, "Talk about versatile."

"Well, that is an assassin's job," he chuckled, "Isn't that right, Irina?"

"Yes sir," she nodded, walking up behind Karasuma. She smiled sweetly as she passed him to join the Reaper. If he was surprised his associate didn't shoot the agent when she had a chance, he didn't show it. Merely smiling, he let the woman join him at his side.

"Hello Irina," Karasuma greeted.

"Nice to see you too," she replied smuggly.

"Now, now, now," the Reaper said, "We're all uncivilized people, let's skip the formalities."

"As you wish," Karasuma shrugged, raising his gun, but the Reaper only laughed.

"Please try if you think you can, but I must warn you I've made a habit of being unhittable," he gloated.

"Lucky for you I've made a habit of never missing," Karasuma smirked. Before the Reaper could get another word in, he fired. The Reaper moved to dodge as Irina raised her hand. Suddenly, the assassins' end of the bridge exploded causing both to fall to the rushing water below. Not letting his surprise get to him, Karasuma leapt after his opponents, diving into the water.

Karasuma landed in the water gracefully. The height of the bridge made it look like the water went on forever both to the sides and below, but it barely came up to his knees and he could see a shallower part up ahead. Meanwhile, he also noticed that Irina lay semiconscious, washed up in the shallows as the Grim Reaper shakily stood.

"You sir, have just invented a new kind of crazy," he said.

"And why is that?" Karasuma asked, but that was before the assassin looked up. His face was gone replaced with exposed red muscle and bone, all skin gone from his face. He reminded him of Red Skull from those American superhero movies.

"See something you like?" the Reaper smirked, "I dedicated myself to the art of assassination and having a face is a bit of an annoyance, so I got rid of it just like the rest of the obstacles that stood in my way to becoming the greatest assassin in the world!"

"I may have jumped off a bridge to pursue you, but I have to believe that this is pure madness," Karasuma jabbed.

"You'd like to believe that wouldn't you!" the Reaper cried, "You and your big talk! After I kill you, I'll take your face and add it to my collection. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful addition!" He leapt at Karasuma, arm outstretch as if already holding his target.

"You're a bad example for the students, so," Karasuma said calmy while getting into a fighting stance. He bent his knees before whipping his leg out and slamming it into the side of the Reaper's head.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave the class," he completed. With a growl, the battle commenced. Both were of equal skill and talent, matching each other blow for blow. Karasuma threw a punch, but then the Reaper defended with his forearm before twisting his other to go for Karasuma's exposed stomach. Only, he jumped back and turned to kick the killer, but the Reaper dodged. Suddenly, the assassin released his hidden blade and made a downward slash towards his opponent's leg. Karasuma grabbed the outstretched arm and twisted to throw the Reaper over his head. Slamming the man on his back moved to stand over him only, the Reaper released a wire line that wrapped around Karasuma's ankle. Yanking hard, he sent the teacher to his back before regaining on his stance. Karasuma also stood and they found themselves back where they started.

"Well, this is unfortunate," Karasuma sighed.

"Indeed, it seems we are at an impasse," the Reaper said, but his signature smile was back on his face.

"What's so funny?" Karasuma growled.

"Why so serious?" the Reaper replied, "I'll tell you the truth Karasuma, I grew up in a wealthy family. I was in the lap of luxury. Then my father was murdered by an assassin. He was a tyrant at home so I didn't spare him any tears, but when I watch the assassin complete his work all I could think was how beautiful his skill was. In that very instance, I decided to become an assassin. Killing, technical expertise, communication skills, all that and more! Assassination is the grand sum of a whole variety of skills. With each kill, my skills grew along with my fame. As it grew, I got more contracts, as I got more contracts I learned more skills, and the fame just thrived. It was truly a vicious cycle, but that's my work. Here, allow me to demonstrate. The Grim Reaper's ultimate skill, the Invisible Scythe!" As he said the final sentence, he let an arm he raised over his head fall to be level with Karasuma's chest with its fingers forming a hand gun. Karasuma heard no sound he just felt a force running straight into him.

"Get down!"

There was a small bang and together, Karasuma and something fell into the water.

"Hm?" the Grim Reaper hummed as he walked up to the fallen figures, "I thought I killed you. You're more resilient than I thought. No matter, I see the blood in the water. I killed Karasuma I can kill you."

"You seem to be underestimating your opponents quite a lot tonight," Karasuma remarked. The Reaper didn't even have time to make a sound in his surprise before Karasuma rammed his fist into his crotch causing the assassin to scream in the most undignified of ways.

"I hope you're ready Grim Reaper," Karasuma growled, "You harmed not only two of my colleagues, but my students as well. Someone needs to discipline you."

"Wait! No! You can't! I'm the only one who can kill that monster!" he cried in vain.

"Nonsense, we have all the skills we need in Class E," Karasuma smiled before punching the assassin square in the face. He fell back with a final splash, unconscious and very much defeated. Irina, who had recovered mid-fight stood and clapped, a smirk decorating her face. Karasuma turned to her, respect shining in his eyes.

"You blew up yourself to kill him?"

"Well, if I was going to die I thought might as well do so with pride," she smiled, "thought I was going to join Azuma although it appears that Azuma is now joining me." Tokaku grunted in reply, standing slowly. She had had just enough brain power to recognize that she was falling when she was thrown off the bridge and managed to perform a rough landing. The impact was made all the worse by her new forming injuries, causing her to pass out mere seconds later. When she woke up she saw Karasuma and the Reaper nearing the end of their fight. She had struggled to stand up, but once she did she saw the Reaper raise his hand and her vision hadn't cleared enough to realize that he wasn't actually holding a gun. Acting on instinct, she rammed herself into Karasuma so in the end, a minor concussion has its benefits.

Karasuma kneeled in front of the young assassin who quickly took a step back in well disguised distrust, "You're bleeding."

"It's fine," she replied curtly. Karasuma sighed, but said nothing and stood, "We have to release the students and call the police. I'm sure they'll be excited to know that they caught a world class assassin."

The small reunion was happy and smile filled. Most of the class (and Koro Sensei) was talking to Karasuma about his fighting and how amazing it was. The others were gossiping amongst each other, but all of them were leaving Tokaku and Haru to themselves. The instant the class was freed, Haru ran to her girlfriend and embraced her in a tear filled hug.

"I thought I lost you," Haru whispered into Tokaku's neck.

"I'm sorry," Tokaku murmured into Haru's neck, nuzzling it gently.

"Don't you ever do that again," Haru choked, "or I swear to god, I will personally hospitalize you for a month."

"I guess that would make us even then," she replied earning her a playful slap on the arm. Tokaku chuckled as she pulled away and found a pouting Haru. Gently, she took a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind the pinkette's ear before moving the same hand to cup her cheek. Haru smiled and leaned into the touch.

"If this were any other situation you'd be sleeping on the couch," Haru said.

"Buuuut"

"But, you're alive and you saved Karasuma so I think that more than makes up for scaring me beyond death," Haru chuckled, "although, I withhold the right to take back what I just said if you don't get your injuries checked out."

"Seriously," Tokaku groaned like a stubborn child, "I don't recall you making me do this when I nearly got blown to pieces."

"You wanted to make a late night run to the hospital while at Class Black?" Haru raised her eyebrow challengingly at her partner.

"Okay, okay, but still," Tokaku sighed, "school nurse or something?" Haru rolled her eyes, but she didn't have time to respond because the police and paramedics arrived.

All the students were examined and questioned, but thankfully everything was kept quick and simple. Tokaku had to be taken to the hospital, Haru accompanied her along with Karasuma once he finished helping the officers with the Reaper which left Koro Sensei and the students to deal with Ms. Vitch. From the stories that the couple got once they came back to school, they had given her quite the time although, Tokaku was nearly 99% sure they were just fooling with them. Either way, the Reaper was gone, Haru and her were back together, Irina was nicer and wearing more appropriate clothing (although it really didn't help, like at all... if anything, it made her problem worse), and Karasuma had a new found respect for both her and Ms. Vitch. Everything was good and realitively back to normal, if you could call their lives normal. For once though, Tokaku agreed with Haru, interested in what their next adventure would bring (though preferably no more being thrown off tall structures, she had quite enough of that).

Author's Note: God I'm so sorry for the wait. School is shit cuz finals are coming up, I have to animate crap for film, and life is downright annoying, but we're surviving! Anyway, I probably won't update until school is over which is in like three weeks, but after that it's full steam ahead cuz its SUMMER! (input Olaf here) Hope you all enjoyed and see you in a couple weeks!