This is a fic I have mainly on Ao3 so the tagging system is better to talk about this heh...

But basically this fic is based of Hunger Games as in the fact children have to kill each other. So this is a death fic and there will be major character death. There is also very descriptive deaths and triggering themes, so read at your own discression. That said, enjoy the fic!

Like a prey staring down it's predator, Takaoka stood in front of Karasuma and his fiancée.

"So do we have a deal, old pal?" He lingered the words, mocking him, knowing he had the upper hand.

Irina stood closer to Karasuma, feeling him tense up. It was an odd feeling, but she knew it always happened when the two males were in close contact with each other; two alpha males, both wanting to win.

"I will not jeopardize my student's safety for your sick whims." Karasuma hissed through gritted teeth. He had been dragged into this situation horribly; the phone call he received of Irina screaming for help still clouded in his mind.

He took a quick glance back at her, looking at the gashes littered across her body, the tears streaming down her face, the pure malice in her beautiful eyes as she stared at the man teasing them. The way she clung to him was with pure fear. An assassin, best in her field, rendered weak and helpless by one person with one blunt knife.

"I will ask once more," Takaoka smiled with a sick intention. "Let me have those students for my little game, or there will be consequences."

Karasuma's eyes quickly filled with multiple emotions, but fear was the most evident. Not only for his students, Irina and himself but for whatever the unknown consequences were. Regardless, he quickly composed himself back to his stoic nature.

"I said no. You will not harm the students." He mustered all the venom he had. They're not students anymore, but he still told you to protect them. The voice of the Octopus's last words to him had remained there since he departed, and so far he had stayed true to his promise.

Takaoka's sick smile grew. The scars from his scratching almost ripped at the seams when he let out a deranged laugh.

Irina flinched and drew closer to her fiancé, scared that if she didn't, she'd lose him forever. Karasuma, still kept his eyes locked on the madman, but slightly hooked his arm so Irina knew he was still there.

"Look at you two, the power couple, the slut and the secret agent." His eyes narrowed. "Now there's something you haven't told her, isn't there, old friend?"

Karasuma ignored the remark of his fiancée being called a slut, but he couldn't ignore the turquoise eyes, pleading him to give her answers. He stroked her face gently, trying to avoid the cuts.

"Oh stop being mushy, you know she was your last assignment, don't you? Before you got reassigned to the Octopus" He smirked at Irina's sad face. He knew he was getting to them, and that's how he wanted it to be.

"W-what?" She stuttered, "You were meant to kill me?" Her fragile body looked like it was about to break.

"I was. I got reassigned and forgot about the case. You then came to the same place and I had orders to get rid of you once the Octopus was gone." He sighed and turned to her properly, forgetting Takaoka. "I was going to at first, but then I started to know you and-" He was cut off by a gunshot.

Time seemed to slow as he fell to the floor, Irina rushing to grab him, her eyes pouring rivers. Hitting the floor, his face twisted into a look of agonising pain, that wasn't a normal bullet. Irina's tears dripped onto his face as she held him close. Taking her jacket, she tried desperately to stop the blood loss.

"Won't work." Takaoka was suddenly standing over her grinning evilly. "It was laced with poison, why would I let you have longer together?" He laughed again.

"You sick bas-" She tried to say before Karasuma grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She looked down at him, surprisingly, his face was calm and gentle, the same face he used when he proposed to her.

"You'll be okay, you're a tough woman, that's why I love you." He whispered as he squeezed her hand. The moment didn't last long as he began to cough up blood. Irina held him. It was the least she could do.

"I love you too." She whispered back as he quickly fell limp in her arms, a slight smile graced his lips. The lips she used to kiss, the lips that told her he loved her, the lips that were now parted, painted with blood.

"Isn't that sweet" Takaoka appeared again. He leant down and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Now, dollface, you're gonna call those wretched brats and tell them to come here. Don't forget to mention the class dad here." He nudged Karasuma with his leg as he held a gun to Irina's head.

She took out her phone with shaky hands and started a group call with the ex-students of 3-E. She lowered the phone once she'd done and turned to the madman before her.

"They're coming" She whispered, with tears painting her face.

Takaoka smiled again.

"Good girl. Now, let the games begin"

The chapters do increase in length as the fic goes on, as this is already written on AO3, Those chapters will upload here quicker until I get to where I'm at then it's usual upload time!
Please let me know what you think so far!