Daddy Kink
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Nagisa taps his foot against the hard ground, impatient. Some more of his classmates attacked at Karasuma, but to no avail. He dodged every attack they threw at him. How can anything be so weak?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He watches, blue eyes focused, unmoving. Breath steady, like a snake in the grass. And when he sees an opening, he goes for the kill.
His grip tightens on the green blade, steady in his hand, useless, but still deadly. His target is moving, still avoiding attacks, and Nagisa loves loves loves how weak he is right now. He isn't as fast as the octopus, but even if he was, he's no match for him.
One step. Two steps. He's running now, quick enough to feel the wind blowing through his hair, quick enough to spot dust at his feet, quick enough to see everything blur around him. But still not quick enough, when dust gets in his eye.
"Shit!" He hisses, wiping at it, and he can see Karasuma just turning around, and he knows he's done. He hast got a drop on the guy, and he's already preparing a counter, so yes, Nagisa is fucked.
He's thrown to the ground in a second, but he never hits it, because one of his hands land and propell him upwards. He's steadily on his feet now.
"Sorry, that was a little too much" Karasuma says, and obviously Nagisa has to smile and say it's ok, because he has an act to keep up. He's not really that annoyed anyway, it's not like it hurt or anything.
"Hey, Karasuma!" A new voice says.
It isn't new. He's heard it a million times when the system shows him who he's meant to kill to gain EXP in his dreams. His body goes stiff and his breath hitched as the man walks closer to their group. Family. How dare this monster think himself worthy of even being near his family.
He's scum compared to these people. Dog shit. No. That's too good. He's nothing. He's nothing compared. He will be nothing when Nagisa forcefully rips that smirk off his face, when he pulls out his eyes and shoves them down his throat. When he tears him apart, limb from limb, organs everywhere, and makes him cry like a baby.
He can't wait wait wait wait. Wait. No no no, he can't stay here, he can't trust himself. He has to leave, he has to leave, he has to leave. He's going to kill kill kill. Kill the monster that took away his family, and ruined what was left.
That burned down a building that didn't need burning, and took away a life that wasn't ready to leave. He was going to pay. But not now, not here. He can't kill him now, because his family will think he's a monster.
Since when did he care what they thought? He's always cared what they though of him, hasn't he? That's what it was, when he told Kaede and Yukiko to cover their eyes to not be traumatized, or when he hid himself, or lied, or attacked Itona when he decided to loiter around their home. It was never to keep an image.
It was to keep them.
He runs. He runs into the forest, and nobody notices, becuse the monster has cakes, so he hides behind a tree, listening but covering his ears. Watching with his eyes closed. He can't look, because the temptation to kill is too much, so he just knows, and leaves it at that.
He's playing nice guy, and it fools everyone, even Koro-sensei and Karasuma, but Nagisa can see through it. See through the smiles and nice things, because why wouldn't he? This man, this monster killed his uncle, his big brother. He will pay.
"We have a new schedule!" He says like it's the greatest thing in the world, and holds it up like trophy, but all Nagisa can see when he watches from behind the tree is his brothers head, and he feels nauseas.
"What?"
"We train until nine?"
"We have to study too"
So everyone is seeing him like the idiot, unfair scum he is. Maybe they won't be opposed to ripping his organs out now? Wishful thinking, but what else can he do? He's pulling at his hair, shaking. He wants to move, to run at him and slice his throat, or his stomach hard enough to cause his-
He stops his thoughts, listening in more intently. Maehara stands up, grabbing the schedule and looking the monster in the eye.
"No, no, no, no. What are you doing, you idiot? Stop, Stop stop, he'll kill your family, he'll kill you. He'll hurt you, my family" Nagisa whispers to himself, wanting to move and help, but his limbs are frozen and his eyes won't close. He's going to kill one of his brothers, burn him, and Nagisa has to watch.
"We need to think about studies, too" Maehara says, no rudeness or rebeliousness in his tone. He's just pointing out something important. He doesn't deserve-
The monster grabs his head and plants his knee in Maehara's stomach, and Nagisa can feel it himself. He feels sick and he can't do anything. He can't help them when they need it. He's so powerful yet so weak. He doesn't like like like it. He hates hates hates it.
His friend falls to the floor. His family falls to the floor. Dead, burnt, all over again. He can't get the image out of his head, the one he imagined himself when he'd dream of his brother burning alive. His mother, with no happiness left, pretending he was a girl so he didn't remind her of him.
Throwing dishes at his face, gripping his hair and banging his head against a wall until his skull felt like it'd crack and he starts to bleed. Dressing him up in pretty dresses that somehow managed to hide the cuts, and the fact that he was a man. He's a man. He's a man. He's a man.
He's becoming a monster.
He's becoming a God.
What's the difference?
"Your going to do everything father tells you to?" Nagisa, if he was Nagisa, and not this thing he's been reduced to, clutching his hair, biting his tounge and doing nothing while this monster hurts his family, would've made a comment on a daddy kink.
But Nagisa isn't here right now, because he's watching the past replay before his eyes, and his family threatening to be pulled apart. And his mother hurting them, him and this monster hurting him. Hurting him through his family.
"Actually sir, to tell you the truth, I'm not much for P.E" Yukiko starts, and Nagisa's eyes widen, hands still gripping his head, as if trying to cling on to his sanity, trying to cling onto the thread that keeps him there, because he wants to move, but he doesn't. He wants to save them, but he's unpredictable even to himself.
He can't ensure anyone's safety once he moves.
"If I have to do it, I'd prefer Mr Karasuma's class" Is she an idiot. Did she not just see what he did to Maehara? Is she suicidal? Takaoka smiles, and brings his hand to the side of her head, smashing into it and throwing her to the side. Nagisa doesn't miss the way her neck twists.
And he hopes to god she's ok, because she's his family and he loves her. He loves them all, so he'll kill kill kill anyone who hurts them. But he can't move. He's stuck. He's stuck by himself, because he's scared. He's fifteen, he's killed people, taken lives, loved the screaming.
And he's scared for his family.
Koro-sensei steps in now, but he can't, because it's not his place, that's exactly what Takaoka says, and Nagisa hates to admit the he's right. It's not his class, but Nagisa can still do something, if he can work up the courage to move from behind thus fucking tree. He's not hiding from Takaoka, he's hiding Takaoka from himself.
Do. Don't. Do. Don't. Do. Don't.
Nagisa has no idea what to do.
"What are you waiting for? Pick yourself a champion, or save yourself a headache and agree to let me run this show from now on"
Something moves in Nagisa, something different, that's he's never felt before, and he realises it's hope. He's found an opening, and he's going to use it. He's going to ruin this man's life, make him dread even having nightmares about Nagisa for the rest of his life, and when he sees the man again, because he will, he'll kill him slowly.
Hope is the thing that finally makes him snap. Snap out of his paralysis, his fear of being called a monster, his fear of being feared. And he snaps in every way, because he's stood up now, walking slowly our from behind the tree and towards Karasuma, who's having a debate with himself.
"Let me do it" He says, voice steady, emotionless. But his eyes, they have more emotion than they ever have.
"What?!" Karasuma shouts, along with some other classmates, and Nagisa hears Karma over the voices, watching from a discreet location in the forest. It's funny he caught them off guard, but he's not giggling or laughing or looking down on them for being stupid. You only do that to the people you love as a joke, and now's not the time for jokes.
"I said let me do it, it's the least I can do, for being such a coward, and a liar, and purposefully weak" He spits, his words filled with venom at himself. Some of his classmates protest, and Karasuma looks him in the eye, shaking his head.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't want you to get hurt" He says, looking at the ground. Is he sorry for offending him or denying him his right to revenge? Either way, Nagisa's patience is running thin.
"I'll repeat myself one last time, give me the knife, or there will be more people with life threatening injuries than just this" He looks Takaoka up and down, brain thinking of the worst insult to use for this... "monster".
It's a surprise to everyone, the way Nagisa's personality changes, because they know him as a quiet, smart boy who looks like a girl. Nagisa Shiota isn't any of those things. You know who he is.
"Nagisa, you shouldn't talk to teachers like that" Koro-sensei says, pretending to be a teacher again, and at the worst time. Nagisa doesn't have time for this right now, because he's itching to take the knife and make the monsters life a living hell.
"Shut it, Pokemon Reject" He snaps, then looks back at Karasuma. "the knife, give it."
The man does, albeit hesitantly, and as soon as the metal beauty falls into Nagisa's hands, he smiles. He's holding death, he's holding life, hes holding Takaoka in his hands. He's holding fate in his hands.
Takaoka is a monster.
Nagisa is a monster.
What's the difference?
The difference is, one of them is about to piss himself, and the other is slowly becoming a god.
Can you guess who?
Nagisa let's out a laugh. A side splitting, hysterical, unnatural, laugh. Everybody stares in horror as he does, seeing the full-blown insanity in his eyes, and Nagisa realises then and there that his empathy must be enormous.
He didn't go insane and empathetic. He went insane because he was empathetic.
He went insane for his class. His family. And he'd do it a hundred times over, because it's worth it, to put scum like this, who try to hurt them, in their place.
Dun dun dun.
if I don't say so myself, I think I did a good job with the personality and character development of my special Nagisa. I also like the way the plot is going so far. Do I sound big headed?
I'm so excited for the next chapters though, eeeee. Jeez, this was pretty long.
Almost 2000 Words, not including authors note, longest chapter yet.