lumigo akvo9504: Yeah, sorry about that one, I just couldn't resist it. And about the grammar mistakes, you're right, I saw them too. I'm probably gonna post it again while I'm in winter break, but for now I'll use my little free time to write new chapters :).
Teddy: Well, here's your chapter, hahahahahahaha!
I need to say that this is one of the most important chapters of the story. Now that I said that, enjoy!
"You called?" Nagisa didn't waste any time in formalities when she entered the conference room, looking fresh and rested even when she had just climbed all the stairs of the building to get to the last floor, where the meeting was supposed to have place (damn those elevators, they broke all the time...). Then, when she got there and found no one, Nagisa had realized her sensei meant the conference room three floors bellow, so she had to run again to get there on time. She didn't, but she tried.
Karasuma-sensei had texted her while she was in class—it appeared to be that she had a new target, and Karasuma-sensei was finally letting her go to the field again without a camera for him to make sure she was alright and hadn't bleed to death in a dark alley or something. He had been a pain about that since the tournament incident, and it was starting to get into Nagisa's nerves already.
The bluenette was glad she didn't have Host Club duties that evening, or things could have been a little more complicated. Kami knew how hard it was to get away of those guys for five minutes as it was, but with club activities? Yeah, she would have never got out of there.
Karasuma-sensei just handled her the file, and rubbed her hair, shaking up her pigtails a bit. Nagisa found it a bit annoying, as always, but unfortunately she had gotten used to it by now. For him, as Nagisa was like the daughter he didn't have, he kinda felt like he had the right to make her mad sometimes, and to beat her to pulp with his training routines. It was like Bitch-sensei with her teasing, all motherly love showed in a pretty weird way most of the time.
Now, that if Nagisa found a motherly Bitch-sensei weird? All the time. But that was not the time to think about it. She had a mission that night, a very fun one, she might add.
The name of her target was Miyawa Daisuke. Nagisa had never heard the name before, but apparently he was one minor leader of the drug dealing network in Tokyo, and even if he wasn't that much of a bigger fish, it was an important figure in the underworld nevertheless.
She liked drug dealers. They believed themselves to be so cool, having guns and drugs, like they where untouchable, invincible... it was fun to make them realize they were as normal as the guy next door, that they were disposable, just before her knife slipped down their throats. Yeah, she liked to use her knives in those guys. She kept the fire guns and her needles for other jobs.
'Like that loony doctor I got the other day...' that one had been interesting, he put on a decent fight. Not that it helped him, but still.
"What did he do to piss the boss off?" asked Nagisa reading trough the files for more information, like where the guy lived, and the schedule he normally followed. Pretty boring, if one asked her, but that wasn't why she was needed.
If the name didn't ring any bells to her, it was because he wasn't all that important, so she wanted to know why he was going to die that night. She didn't like to assassin people without knowing why.
Karasuma gave her a stern look. Why did she had to turn out to have that kind of language? Ah, Irina had taught them well... very well.
"He tried to deal with the wrong guy." he said simply, but that was all Nagisa needed. The Ministry of Defense didn't interfered with the dark network on a daily basis, they had better things to do. They only got involved when it threatened national security. That's why they where able to establish a fair relationship with various assassins last year, and why she had a job at the moment. But if the gang tried to pick up on someone they didn't have to... let's just say she was called to deal with a new target.
"OK. You want 'im dead tonight?" Nagisa finally closed the files, grabbing her bag and tossing the papers inside of it. Karasuma-sensei nodded, and the bluenette smiled a bit. "Then I suggest you stay awake, because I'm not coming here tomorrow."
"How do you know I'm not going home tonight?" Nagisa raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think I need to answer that question, Karasuma-sensei." she said as she walked to the door. She was about to leave to pick some of her things, but something Karasuma-sensei told her made her stop.
"Security there's pretty tight, so even if you manage to get in without being notice, if the guy doesn't report to his guards every fifteen minutes they'll figure out something's wrong. That's why you'll have a support team. They'll help you get rid of the guards, because it's not necessary to kill them too. You focus on your target, and leave the rest to them." tasked Karasuma-sensei, with a look that defied her to disagree with him. She didn't.
"All right. I'll just pass by the gear room to pick an ear comm. Could you tell them to connect theirs to mine?" Nagisa asked and her sensei nodded. The bluenette didn't ask for a name, she didn't need it. The less they knew about each other, the better. At best, the leader could get a face, but that was it.
After that, she left the room. She needed to read a bit before she could get started.
"So... what exactly did you do, huh?" Nagisa muttered under her breath while she sat on her couch, with a cup of coffee in one hand, and the files in the other.
Miyawa Daisuke had pretty much the same background most drug dealers had. He was raised in a poor environment, dangerous neighborhood at Tokyo with a lot of robbing, gangs and armed assaults. Her father was killed by a random guy with a gun at the local market when he was thirteen and her mother was a complete alcoholic, so he had to survive on his own. A group of delinquents took him in, and they help him with his money problems. That's why he was so grateful to them, and joined the gang not too long after the incident. He got involved in the weapons and drug dealing when he was fifteen (he got almost half of the local school's students addicted to weed and cocaine), and then human traffic when he became off age at eighteen. Now, seven years later, he was about to be killed.
The reason thought, was unexpected. She had figure out the guy was an asshole, but she never thought he could be actually stupid. How on earth did he think that it was OK to offer a girl to a Ministry employee? And a very renowned one, that is.
'Well, I guess that's the reason I've never heard of him before.' Nagisa thought clinically before standing up and looking at the clock. She would need to get going soon.
Nagisa removed the carpet of the living room's floor, and lifted three of the wooden tabs. She then took out a large case, where she kept all her weaponry, or at least most of it, as there were some things at the Ministry, or in her bag and pockets. For emergencies only, of course.
OK, so maybe she had used them to prank her fellow assassins once... or twice... but that wasn't the point!
But back to the point, Nagisa examined all there was inside the case. She had collected all that was inside of it during her training and missions. Normally she didn't took anything from the crime scene, but if a knife or a gun caught her fancy... well, sometimes she just couldn't resist it. But most of her weapons were gifts from Karasuma-sensei, Bitch-sensei, and sometimes the guy that had requested her to do the job. She even had a katana from Haninozuka-san, a gift for what she did back at the tournament. She didn't use it that much, as she was still learning how to handle it without killing anyone by accident with Mitsukuni, and her field experiences hadn't been that much since the incident, but Nagisa planned to use it as soon as she could.
The bluenette looked at her options, comparing them doubtfully in the air. Finally she picked her favorite knife, examining it with a critical eye. That was her first real—not anti-sensei material, that is—weapon.
When Nagisa entered the room, she found an Olympic-size running pitch, a fairly big shooting field, a ring for hand-to-hand combat, some training dummies for when, Nagisa supposed, she wanted to train her killing methods without actually killing anyone, and box sacks. But what really caught her eye was at the other side of the room, on the wall and over a table.
Guns, riffles, knifes, shotguns, swords, bows and arrows, name it and you could find it there.
"Pick the one you like the most." instructed Karasuma-sensei, and she complied instantly. She wanted to put her hands on those beauties already!
The difficult part was to actually choose one. She liked all of them, they all had it's pros and cons, but then she saw it. It was simple, a sharp stainless steel knife, with a black leather knob, easy to grab. The bluenette grabbed it, and she swinged it with ease, like it was a part of her. Nagisa then smiled and turned around to face her sensei.
"Can I pick this one, Karasuma-sensei?" asked, hoping he would say yes so she could try it out.
He just nodded, stoic as ever, and she beamed happily. She couldn't wait 'till Karma saw this beauty, he would be sooo jealous!
Even if that was Nagisa's first day, training lasted at least three hours, and maybe more. But Nagisa was happy anyways, her smile reached her eyes. That was what she wanted, it made her feel like her skills were useful, like she was useful. She still wanted to become a teacher to give others the chance of having their own Korosensei, but this... this made her happier than nothing else she had ever done before. Nagisa felt like she could stay at that training room forever and never get bored.
Unfortunately, the clock on the wall stated otherwise. Crap.
"Karasuma-sensei, I gotta go. I begin tomorrow at Ouran, I need to sleep early." she said with a grimace as they both put everything back to their respective place. The bluenette was about to put the knife she had used back on it's supporter in the wall, but Karasuma-sensei stopped her before she could do it.
"Take it. I saw your face when you held it. The first weapon of an assassin it's really important, and it defines which kind of assassin you are. A knife, or a blade in general, stands for determination, strength and ability. Close combat may not be your best asset right now, but with your assassination techniques you'll be able to pull it off. You will have to be able to pick your weapon for when it's needed, though, not for it's value to you. That being said..." Karasuma-sensei sighed. "Have a great day at school tomorrow, Nagisa."
Nagisa smiled widely, and she carefully stocked her new knife in her bag, making sure it wouldn't rip anything.
"Thanks Karasuma-sensei. I'll write to ya' tomorrow, ne? And please tell Bitch-sensei I'll pass by her office afterwards." her sensei nodded, and with that, she exited the room.
That was a happy memory, and she had followed her sensei's advice every time she had a new target. She couldn't always pick her knife, there were weapons for every job.
She grabbed some other things too, like another knife in case she needed a clap stunning, even if she doubt she would use it. After picking everything she would use, the bluenette closed the case and put it back where it was before, and then changed her clothes. She still had her 3-E's tactic uniform, but for that job she couldn't be seen in those, so she picked her standard black gear given by the Ministry.
Nagisa was ready and waiting for the time to pass, reviewing her plan, when her phone rang. She picked it up, and almost had a heart attack when she saw it was Mitsukuni. They were going out that day and she had totally forgot it! Holly crap, what was she going to say to him!? He looked so exited when he told her the day before...
Before she could regret it, Nagisa press the green button, accepting the call.
"Nagisa? You there?" asked Mitsukuni, and Nagisa swallowed thick, trying hard to think of a good excuse.
"Yeah, I'm here. What's up?" she said already knowing she would feel awful when she cancelled their plans. She didn't want to, but unfortunately it wasn't optional.
"I'm so so so sorry, Nagisa, but I can't make it to our date." he sounded so devastated that Nagisa felt a bit bad when she internally celebrated.
"Oh... OK. Can I ask why?" she said a bit worried. Even if she couldn't make it either, she wanted to know it Mitsukuni was alright. She may have work to do, but she would send it to hell no matter what if her boyfriend was in some kind of trouble, the Ministry could be damn for all she cared.
"It's nothing, just a call from work." he answered with ease, and Nagisa felt a bit bad. He told her the truth, and she couldn't do the same. "Can we reschedule for tomorrow? I should be free by then." Nagisa nodded, without thinking he couldn't see her. "Nagi, I can't see you, I don't know if you nodded or not." he laughed a bit, not his typical giggle, but an actual laugh. Nagisa was some of the few people that had actually heard the Haninozuka heir to truly laugh, and the bluenette couldn't help but to think the sound was definitely a turn on.
When his words finally got down to her, Nagisa flushed a bit, realizing her mistake. He knew her so well it was a bit scary sometimes.
"Oh, right. Sorry. Yeah, we can go out tomorrow." she looked at the clock, her eyes widening in panic when she saw the time. "Hey, Mitsukuni, I gotta go. Se ya' tomorrow?" she said, trying her hardest for him not to notice the change in her voice.
"Sure, I'll call you when I'm back home, 'kay? Bye, Nagisa!" and he hung up. Nagisa sighed in relief before grabbing her things and exiting her flat. She just needed to make sure she was done with her own work when Mitsukuni called her. Otherwise, it would be a bit of an inconvenience.
Those were the times when having a private elevator came in handy, as it would have been pretty awkward if some of her neighbors saw her like she was about to rob a bank. Even if what she was about to do was slightly more irremediable than just robbing.
When she got to the parking lot, she took out her keys and got on her motorcycle. It was a faster and easier way to escape if she needed to than a car. Nagisa didn't think it was necessary, but better save than sorry, they said. And being an assassin... well, it was kind of in her job description.
As always, Nagisa made a great job with her infiltration plans. After her time at that hotel in Okinawa, Korosensei, Karasuma-sensei and Bitch-sensei had give the whole Assassination Classroom some courses about how to infiltrate somewhere, in case something like the Takaoka incident happened again. That and her special ability to go unnoticed if she wanted to, was why she only had to move silently to get in. The next part... well, that was a little more complicated.
The reason behind the Ministry's hurry for her to do the job that night was because Miyawa's gang was going to move locations the next day. That's why there was a lot of movement, and how she managed to slip trough security without being noticed. Her comm was on and connected to the reinforcement team, so she updated them about her position. It was weird to have some help in a misión again, it almost felt like she was back in 3-E again. She was kind of expecting someone to call her Gender, or to hear Karma directing everyone.
But she wasn't in the E Class any longer, and they weren't infiltrating in a Space Station with rubber knifes, or in a Resort full of rich people looking for a cure that could save their friends. This wasn't about saving or killing Korosensei anymore. This was real, cold blooded assassination.
So clearing those thoughts off her mind, she spoke to her temporal reinforcement team.
"I got in. I'm gonna start climbing up the stairs." she said. As planned, Nagisa hadn't seen the team, and she couldn't recognize any voices because of the static. They didn't know who she was either, as everyone was called by code names. Hers was Blue Viper, a bit ironical if you asked her. The whole class had come up with the idea—even if Karma's choice was Little Mouse, to her demise. That redhead never wasted any chance to tease her...
The bluenette only heard a confirmation sound, but that was enough. Nagisa was as silent as possible, almost not touching the stairs as she climbed them. The only light source, as they were the emergency stairs, came from a little flashlight in Nagisa's left hand. On the right, the bluenette held one of her knives firmly.
Miyawa's room was at the tenth floor out of thirteen, and she was currently at the seventh. Nagisa heard some static from her comm, and she stopped for a moment to get a better guess of what they where saying.
"Bl-lue Viper-r." sounded the voice. "Are y-your ther-re?"
She sighed in relieve before resuming her task. They hadn't been caught.
"Yeah, I'm here. What's up?" said the girl when she reached the eighth floor. 'Just two more', she thought, looking up to more or less measure how many runs she had left to climb.
"Just checking out. According to our scan there are four guys in the tenth floor. Can you knock them out alone? If not we can send someone." that time she was able to hear more clearly, and she noticed it was a male voice. Still pretty hard to identify, but that didn't bother her.
"Nah, I'm fine. I have my teaser, don't worry. But come up here, I'm pretty sure those guys downstairs are gonna show up when they don't get answers from up here." Nagisa said just when she reached the tenth floor door. "I'm coming in." she said before pulling the door just a bit, only enough for her to get a better view of the floor. The guards where at the end of the hall, two in each wall. They wore suits, obviously hiding at least one gun or a knife. Visible ear comms, and one of them was eating a sandwich that looked delicious.
'Pretty easy.' she thought, moving a lock of blue hair that was blocking her view. Nagisa expected more guards, taking into account that her target was a leader of the underworld—minor or not, he was.
Nagisa then grabbed something inside her right pocket, holding the knife with her mouth. According to Karasuma-sensei the little piece of metal she held right now would over-charge every electronic devise in a room. He had given it to her in clase she needed it, and now it seemed like a good time to use it. The bluenette threw the tiny object and closed the door before pressing the button attached to her gear. Nothing happened, apparently, but she knew better than that.
With more confidence now that she knew no one was going to answered their calls for reinforcement, Nagisa opened the door and walked incide the hall. All the attention flew to her then, and Nagisa smiled a bit. Her fun had finally begun.
"Hey. I just came here to kill the guy you're guarding, so if you could let me in, it would be awesome." she said, walking calmly at the door. She had pulled her hair in a bun and hide it under a hoodie, and her face was covered. The only thing they could see were her lips and her blue eyes, as she didn't wanted to kill those guys if she didn't need to.
She could hear chuckling at the other side of the line, and she smiled a bit. If they thought that was funny, that was because they hadn't seen that time when...
'Could you please focus on your job now?' as always, her consciousness or whatever made her remember she had something to do.
The guys seemed pretty taken aback with her statement, but they acted quickly, Nagisa gave them that. Unfortunately for them, she was quicker.
The first guy was knocked up with her teaser before he could do anything, and she used his body as a shield before it fell in the floor. One out, three to go.
She avoided a direct hit to her face, grabbing the second guy's arm and twisting it. He fell too, and before he could do anything she used her teaser on his chest. 'That would be enough for a while.' she thought. She just hope it hadn't strike anything too important, or that while could be forever, and that man wasn't her target.
The other two guys seemed a bit more prepared for her now that the surprise elements was gone, but that wouldn't stop her, not after being able to beat Karasuma-sensei and Mitsukuni. That had been the time her senseis had said she was ready to go on more dangerous missions.
With one of the gymnastic moves that Okano had taught her, Nagisa backed away from the third guy, who had just tried to cut her with a knife hidden inside his jacket suit.
"That's not really fair, y'know? I'm just using my teaser on you. It's not nice to use a knife against a lady that uses a teaser." Nagisa said with a disapproving tone, obviously mocking them. Apparently, sense of humor wasn't one of their given talents.
"You're pretty. Maybe we'll gonna play with you a bit before killing you." said the guy, with a cocky grin in his face. That was his mistake.
Nagisa grabbed the man's neck and put pressure in a nerve. It's body went limp, and she led it fall on the floor with his partners. "Sorry, I'm already taken."
She heard a 'You are?' coming from one of the guys on the team, and she snorted.
The last man looked at her with a bit of fear. Obviously he realized that she was no toy to play with. If only Hikaru and Kaoru did the same... ah, things would be so much calmer that way...
"What? You're not gonna fight me? Not that I'm complaining, but I expected more from you." the bluenette smiled a bit when his fists clenched in anger. He bite the bait.
"Blue Viper?" she was a bit busy to answered. "Viper, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Wait a sec, I still have one more guy, and he seems like he wants to play too." she said quickly before jumping to land a beautiful butterfly kick. She didn't expected him to draw a gun, though. Huh, clever. He had waited 'till she was tired. But she had a secret weapon too.
Nagisa's blue eyes watered looking at the gun, and then she looked at the man's face.
"Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I'll go, I promise!" she said, sobbing a bit. She even took out her mask and hoodie, showing her face and blue hair. The team was exclaiming things, mostly 'What?!'. It had been an unexpected turned of events.
The man was obviously not prepare for that, as he stood there, watching her.
"You... you are a child." he ended up saying, and Nagisa nodded, even if she cringed inside. Why did they all said that? It was insulting. She was sixteen, thank you very much!
"Yeah. I... I was only playing a bit. I'm the girl Daisuke-san requested for the night." she heard gasps from her comm. Yeah, they hadn't seen that coming either.
"You are?" Nagisa nodded, and the guard put his gun away. "I need to check that. Wait a minute." he looked like he was going to talk trough his own comm, but Nagisa took those precious seconds of distraction and she drew out her own gun, one of her last resources.
"I'm sorry." and she shot. The guy had seen her face, she couldn't allow that. "Well, I'm not really sorry." Nagisa then walk back to the stairs door, and went to get back her bag. The second part of her mission had begun. Nagisa changed her tactic gear for a black dress, simple and elegant. She got on her heels and hided her knifes in her leg. "Do you think I can keep that gun? It looks pretty cool. I'm not sure, but it looks like a Beretta 92FS with a 9 millimeter caliber, and given by the size I would guess it has a magazine that fits twelve bullets... and I've been wanting one of those for months now..."
"For not being sure, you gave a very specific description..." this voice was female, and Nagisa just giggled a bit. Yeah well, she was a little obsessed with Berettas...
Nagisa ended up taking the gun anyways—she wasn't about to let that opportunity pass, it was a free Beretta! She then proceed to enter Miyawa's room with the key card on one of the guards pocket.
The guy in question was at one of the room's couches, smoking what Nagisa assumed by the smell, was weed. And looking at the amount of smoke in the room, it was a lot of weed. When the door opened he looked at her, and he changed his position to watch her better.
"Hey. I was send by the guys downstairs. They told me you wanted to have some fun." she approached slowly, moving her hips while she walked. Miyawa didn't know where to look, her face, her hips, or her boobs. Nagisa thought it was disgusting.
"Well, if you come like this in here... how could I refuse?" answered the drug dealer, and Nagisa could hear the word 'Disgusting' trough her comm. She silently agreed.
Instead, she smiled, and sat beside him in the couch. He gave her body a complete overhaul with his eyes, and she let him. He would be dead in minutes, and she wouldn't let him touch one bit.
When he raised his hand to touch her, Nagisa acted. She easily drew out one of her knifes and, just like a snake would do, she was behind him within just a second, the knife pressed against his neck.
"What...!" he didn't said more, as he felt the knife cutting his skin a bit.
"You pissed of someone really important, ya' know? And now you're gonna die for it." she said in his ear, and Nagisa felt how his body tensed completely.
He couldn't say anything else, 'cuz Nagisa slid her knife through his neck, and he started bleeding out. She made a face at the noises he was making, produce of him choking with his own blood.
"Ok, I'm done. I'm gonna change so don't you dare entering the room. Probably someone will come to look when this guy doesn't answer, so stay alert." she said while she took her bag form the hall's floor and opened it to change back into her more comfortable gear.
She made sure she hadn't left any traces on the couch before undressing herself and putting her tactic uniform back on. She had just finished to tie her combat boots when she heard a noise coming from her comm.
"Hey, Viper I'm coming in." she didn't have time to say a thing before the door opened, but she didn't particularly mind. Her back was turned, as she was busy looking for a napkin or something to clean her knife. Or al least that was before she heard the voice without the comms in the way. "Na-Nagisa?" the bluenette's eyes were wide open. That voice... she knew that voice. But it couldn't possibly be...
She then turned around. She wished she hadn't.
"Mitsukuni?" her voice was barely a whisper, but they still heard it. The boy looked at his surroundings, his eyes landing in the dead body on the floor. He remembered the bullet hole in the man's forehead, lying on the hall's floor. Then Mitsukuni's eyes flooded to her hand, when she held the knife still dripping red, hot blood. Finally, he looked at her eyes again, and he took a step closer to the bed. She reacted by instinct.
"Nagisa, wait!" she heard him say when she climbed the balcony, and she looked back at him for just one second. He looked confused, startled, hurt. She hurt him. Nagisa could't stand that.
Before her boyfriend could stop her, the bluenette jumped, landing safely on the ground a few feet from her motorcycle. She ran, away from the scene, away from those brown eyes that pleaded her to stay, to explain. It was ironic, Nagisa thought. It felt like a deja-vù, she running away when things just got too complicated. Only this time she had really messed up, probably more than she could fix.
So when she was far away, curled up in her bed after debriefing the mission to Karasuma-sensei, she cried. She cried because she knew... she knew that night she may have lost the love of her life.
So the cat's finally out of the bag! I know you've been expecting this, you can't deny it. Did you expected it to go that way? Because I'm gonna admit it, this is exactly how I pictured it when I first came up with the idea for this story. I know, my soul's a dark place.
Anyways, tell me what you think? And how will Mitsukuni react to all this new information? I have a lot of ideas for that, and most of them involve crying. I don't know what that says of me...
That's all for now. Hope you like it, and see ya' next chapter!
Patolemus.