lumigo akvo9504: Well, that's what we're gonna find out now, I guess. Don't worry, everything will be alright hehe. Glad my efforts were successful, it was a little too much of Nagisa time already.

AnimeLine: Why thank you! I put effort in all my chapters, so I guess I'm really improving with my English then (?. But if you see any real mistakes, like those big ones, please tell me so I can fix it, and know not to do it again hahahaha.

I am really sorry, I have no excuses! I mean, that's not true, I actually have, but I'm not gonna tell you cause I don't think you care about my life that much (?. But I've been hellishly busy lately, and I haven't have time to do anything not related to school, and I think it's better to take my time and give you guys a good chapter than update a 1000 words chapter every week, without proof-reading it before, and not really getting to where I want to get with the story.

Anyways, that's all. Enjoy the chapter!

When Nagisa said she would try to get back to Kuruisawa before summer break was over, she meant it. It wasn't in her plans at all though, to be shipped off to another country for an emergency infiltration mission. It wasn't in her plans to have to spend more than a month in said mission either, unable to communicate with anyone except her immediate supervisor. But that was work for her, and Nagisa was screwed there. She would ask for a raise the moment she got back though, because there was no way in hell she was letting go her ruined vacations and her month of school lost just like that.

She had spent a week in Tokyo, analysing the information they had, and realizing more than ninety percent of it was trash. Like, how could anyone had missed that? It was so obvious it pained her to tell her superiors that she had been dragged out of her vacations for nothing, and that basically, they were all idiots.

But there was something useful in the middle of all that nonsense. And that was why she was sent to Russia.

She met Lovro there. He was one of her most trustful informants, and she knew he could help her. Also, it was about damn time she went to pay him a visit.

Their encounter was... strange, but nothing unusual for them. Nagisa hadn't even been looking for one of her mentors when they met, as it usually happened. One didn't find Lovro, it was Lovro who found them. And if Lovro didn't want to be found... well, you better move to your next choice for assassins contact, cause there was no way you would catch a glimpse of him.

But back into the story, Nagisa was hidden in one of Novosibirsk's many alleys, protected by the dark. That was her third night in the Russian city, and she had just finished her reckon of the area. The bluenette would start with the actual assignment the next day. But before she could wrap everything up for the night, there was one last thing she needed to do.

"Okay... if I let this, surely some idiot will take the bait, surely there's enough people in this city to take my chances." she said quietly to herself, setting the trap she had built moments ago. That was one of her tasks during her assignment. She needed to catch some low thug, get some information out of them, and escalate from there until she got to the big fish, who was the one Nagisa was looking for in the first place. But you couldn't aim for the top just like that, there was a process in the assassin's world. Nagisa needed to take care of the chain of command before getting the information she needed to get back to Japan.

Then, Nagisa felt a small pull inside her head. Someone had just arrived.

Slowly, as to not make whoever was behind her realized she had noticed them, Nagisa picked up her gun, a bullet already inside the chamber. And then, when the unidentified target was at a fair distance, the bluenette swiftly turned around, getting on her feet and aiming directly at their skull.

She wasn't prepared for what she saw.

"Lovro-sensei!" she lowered her gun, but that was it. She knew Lovro fairly well by now, and knew better than to put her gun away. This particular sensei of hers had the tendency of pulling some of his stunts on her whenever he felt like it, and she so didn't want to be unprepared for it again.

"I heard you came here looking for me, Nagisa." he said, serious as ever.

"Well, partially. I knew you were somewhere in Russia, but I came here looking for something else. Glad to see you though, it's been a while." she smiled faintly, and Lovro's eyes glinted just slightly.

"Irina told me you've been doing well, and that you have your own missions now. Your improvement has been outstanding, nothing like the little child I met a year ago. Good job." he didn't smile, but Lovro never smiled, so Nagisa totally counted that as a win.

"Why thank you. I would have told you sooner, but you don't seem to know how to properly own a phone that doesn't explode after a week of use due to paranoia, so I hope you understand." she smiled sweetly, and Lovro merely rolles his eyes. That girl had the perfect set of skills for an assassin, but Kami was she such a child sometimes. "I'm almost done here. Maybe we cant talk over some coffee? I really need one of those. I'll pay."

And they did just that. Fifteen minutes later, both of them were inside another alley in a completely different part of the city, this time both of them holding a disposable cup of coffee. When the hot beverage went down Nagisa's throat, she hummed in delight.

Lovro looked at her, analysing just what had changed since the last time he saw her. It had been moths from now, just a few weeks after her junior high graduation, and Korosensei's successful assassination. When he found out it had been Nagisa, that little midget with the skills of a true assassin, the one who had landed the final blow, he had to go and see her. What he found pleased him very much.

He had expected to find a mess of a child, mourning the death of her sensei, guilty and sad. And he found just that, but Nagisa was also determined to become an assassin and make the monster proud. The fact that she had somehow managed to overcome part of her guilt, and decided what she wanted to do with what had happened to her, made Lovro realized how good of an assassin Nagisa would be. She had the potential, and she was starting to properly use it.

"Tell me about your training. I want to know exactly what has that Ministry been teaching you lately." he ordered at last, thought it didn't really sound like one to Nagisa. She complied anyways, as she launched in a detailed explanation of just what she had been doing for the last months. Lovro was something like her practical assassination teacher, where Korosensei had been the theoretical one. Lovro had been the one who taught her all the special tricks like her Stun Clap, or the control of her Hearth Frequencies, which allowed her to properly feel other's hearth rate, as well as her own, and even to manipulate said hearth rate to an extent.

And after a while, Nagisa got Lovro in the loop about everything that was going on back in Japan, with the supposed mole in the Ministry and the ambushes and chains of command that she couldn't seem to find the pattern that connected them all. To say he was disappointed of the Ministry's general incompetence was an understatement.

"And I thought they were smarter than that."

"I know, right? Like, they literally got me out of my summer break for this so called super important information, and when I get back to Tokyo, I find out it's mostly all crap! And then they send me in a mission that could take months even though I'm still at school and have very powerful friends that could actually try and hack into the Ministry's records to see where the hell I am because they can and they have nothing better to do than to stalk me."

"I see your idea of being in a school that could get you connections worked after all." said the assassin trainer, and Nagisa tensed for a millisecond before deflating again.

"Yeah, it did." but the problem was, they weren't just connections and acquaintances anymore. They had become her friends. And that scared her more than her nightmares about the Reaper, or Yanagisawa. Sometimes, it even frightened more than her own mother.

Because friends were weaknesses, friends were people her enemies could hold against her. Friends were dangerous in their own way, and Nagisa knew that better than anyone.

She would never let one of her friends get taken away. Not again.

One of the things Nagisa hated the most out of all her work as an assassin, was being undercover. She cold handle hours of paperwork, pull all-nights of researches and planning, she could even handle the wait for a sneak attack, which could take hours in the same position without moving.

But what made her feel sick, were the undercover missions. Having to pretend liking all those people, being nice to them when she knew all the horrible things they'd done, and all the flirting she did to lure them out of their guard. And sure, she always liked the adrenaline rush she felt when her targets realised they were about to be killed by someone they thought they could trust, but still... it made the vomit form in her stomach.

So now, dressed in a fancy crimson red dress, one that showed everything she had and what she didn't, Nagisa felt extremely sick. She couldn't feel uncomfortable anymore, not when Bitch-sensei had taught her everything she could, and when she had gone to plenty of missions like that one already, but the sickness would never go away. It felt like she was betraying her body, giving it away like that. Even if she never let anyone touch her, just by letting them see her, it made her feel... used, in a way.

Nagisa didn't like it. She shouldn't had had the need to wrap herself in a jacket to cover herself, she shouldn't had felt uncomfortable and uneasy with the stares.

'Mitsukuni would never make me feel like this.' the thought struck her like a lightning, and she smiled sadly when she realised it was true. 'He makes me feel safe, he doesn't look at me like I'm a piece of meat for him to devour.'

But Mitsukuni wasn't there now. And she hoped he never would.

According to the information she had gathered so far, plus some help from Lovro, there was a party where she would find what she needed. Fortunately for her, Nagisa had managed to get an invite to said party. She was going as someone's plus one, a guy she had seduced in her quest of getting higher into the food chain that was the Russian mob. If everything went according to her plans, maybe that night would be her last in Russia, and she would be flying back to Tokyo in no time.

If Nagisa was right, and she usually was, she had been out of her country for more than a month now. Classes had already started too. Her friends must had gone crazy by now, hadn't they? At least the Assassination Classroom had Karasuma-sensei, who could update them in how was she doing. Her club friends, the Host Club, had no such luxury, and if everything was going as she hoped it was, neither had Mitsukuni.

"You look gorgeous." that raspy voice snapped her out of her thoughts, her mind immediately switching back to Russian the moment she heard him speak. She was still staring at the mirror, her baby blue locks carefully placed in an elegant bun, leaving a few strand of hair out of the arrangement to frame her face. She also wore some makeup, if only to look older than she actually was. The dress took care of the rest.

"You really think so? I'm not sure... you said formal, right?" Nagisa sent Kristoff Patrovski, her date for the night, the most seductively innocent look she could master. It worked perfectly, because she could sense his perverted thoughts.

'Disgusting.'

"Don't worry, your dress is perfect for the occasion." he said, and maybe he was right.

While it didn't leave anything to imagination, the dress was pretty formal. It was a v-neck dress with little to no back made of lace to the hips, hugging her figure in such a way that everything was perfectly outlined. From the hips down it was all made of chiffon, with openings on both sides, so that her legs were seen with incredible ease. All of that, of course, made of crimson red, perfectly contrasting with her pale and smooth skin, and her blue hair and eyes. Her lips were also tainted red for the occasion, as Nagisa had gathered enough intel to know that her target for the night had something for the color, specially in girls. Maybe the fact that he was also a wanted criminal, head of one of the most powerful Russian mobs, had something to do with that.

"Alright, I'm ready then. Are you sure it's OK for me to go? I know this is some kind of important event." Nagisa said with her almost flawless Russian accent, playing off the seductive-innocence part again. She was a master of disguise, an expert liar. Fooling one person was a piece of cake.

'Huh, it seems as spending that much time with Mitsukuni's starting to rub off on my...' not that she minded, let me tell you.

"Of course it's alright. You're my date, after all, so don't worry." if only he knew he was only a means to an end. That they all were, and that he was letting the wolf into the sheep's lair.

Instead, Nagisa smiled sweetly at him as she interlaced her arm with him's.

Hopefully, everything would end tonight. Hopefully, she would finally return home.

Her target for the night stood just across the ball room where the party was being held. Ivan Sokolov, third in command of the most influential Bratva in Novosibirsk. Nagisa knew she shouldn't get involved with the actual boss, as it could backfire badly. But the third in command... well, it was important enough to know the information she was after, but not the actual boss. The perfect target.

Using her non-stop charming smile, Nagisa's arm was hung with Kristoff's as they went and said hi to the man's friends. Her presence was addressed often, but his date told them off by stating they were together, and that there was nothing to worry about.

Yeah, sure.

It was only after a while since their arrival, that Nagisa felt a particularly strong stare on her. She fought the smirk that wanted to appear in her face, keeping the pleasant, nice smile in place.

'When I'm back I'm so gonna brag about this with Bitch-sensei. Who needs big boobs now, huh?' Nagisa smirked internally. She was starting to sound like Kayano now.

The bluenette ignored the persistent look, playing dumb. She needed him to come close, of her plans could be ruined.

She didn't wait long. Only fifteen minutes after she was acknowledged by her target, said man came straight to her. Perfect.

"Would you mind if I borrow your date for a second, Petrovski?" again, Nagisa resisted the urge to grin in victory. C'mon, it was almost to easy! She was expecting a better fight.

Kristoff almost jumped when he saw just who was talking to him, and was almost to eager to comply.

'And to think that you were saying we were together just thirty seconds ago. Maybe give a better fight the next time, don't you think? Idiot.'

"I don't think we know each other." Sokolov spoke again, and Nagisa sent him another one of her man-chanting smiles. "My name is Ivan Sokolov."

"I'm Nina Ivanova, pleasure to make your acquaintances." she said, giving him her name for that mission. She didn't want anyone to trace her real name back to her and her life, so a fake identity was always necessary if she wasn't killing her target.

"The pleasure is mine. Though, I can't help but notice your accent has a different ring. Oriental, maybe?" so perceptive. Nagisa could work with that. She just needed to be a little bit more careful.

"Oh, yes. My grandmother was Chinese, and I lived in China for years. I guess some of the accent stayed even after I returned when she died." Nagisa said, flashing him a small smile, ducking her head slightly.

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable with my question." he didn't even questioned her roots.

'Occidentals. They think we're all the same.' Nagisa wasn't about to argue with him about it. The less he knew about her true identity, the better.

"Don't worry, it happened a while ago. I should be over it by now. It's just..." the bluenette forced her eyes to go shiny with fake tears. The reaction was immediate.

Ivan held her when she made a hint of falling, and Nagisa had to repress the eye rolling. Seriously, they fell for it too easily.

After checking she was OK, and helping her sit on one of the tables disposed for the party, Sokolov asked her in a worried tone if she was alright. She said yes, but that she thought it was better for her to stay where she was.

"Then I guess I'll make you some company then, Miss Ivanova." he said, and Nagisa just nodded while she gave him a grateful smile.

"That would be so nice of you! My date seems to be rather... occupied at the moment." she looked over his shoulder, finding Kristoff dancing with two girls. So much for his girlfriend, huh?

Noticing her—obviously fake—sad look, Ivan glanced back, and scoffed when he saw what Nagisa was seeing.

"He's a idiot if he doesn't worry about you, Miss Ivanova."

"Please, call me Nina. Miss Ivanova is my mother, and I rather not be compared to her." she said with a small laugh, her target following suit. While in Japan that would have been enough to raise suspicions, here in Russia it was natural to use first names. Another tactic Bitch-sensei taught her.

First, she needed to gain her target's trust. She didn't have much time, but as a woman, she had an advantage. Nobody ever thought a small girl could do any harm. And then, when she had lured her target into her trap, Nagisa would attack.

It was only natural, as an assassin.

"She made contact." for anyone else, Karasuma's voice would have sounded as monotone as usual, but Irina knew better. The relieve in her boyfriend's words was as loud as an stomping elephant.

"That's good. What did she say?" that was what Irina really wanted to know, if she was being honest. Everyone was going crazy about exactly what the hell was Nagisa doing in Russia. She didn't tell them anything of her plans, just her progress. All of her operations remained a secret to anyone but herself, and maybe Lovro. Another of Irina's teachings, for safety purposes, but that didn't mean it didn't set her on edge.

"She's taking the next flight to France, then she'll come back to Tokyo, in case she's being followed. Should be here by tomorrow night." said Tadaomi, and Irina smiled faintly. That brat sure was something. If Nagisa had done what Irina thought she had, then two months was a really short amount of time to succeed. A natural indeed she was.

Finally able to relax after those two months of uncertain and worryness, Irina nearly collapsed in her chair. Nagisa was coming home. She was finally coming home.

And then, reality struck her.

"She doesn't know." Irina's voice was barely a whisper, but her boyfriend still look up from his paperwork.

"What are you talking about?" he said, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

"She has no idea we told him. She doesn't know." Irina closed her eyes, a deep sigh coming out of her mouth. Nagisa had no idea they had told the Haninozuka boy about the investigation. She would come home to realise they had told him without her approval, or even her knowledge.

And the way he reacted... oh Kami, that was going to be a disaster.

"I'm picking her up from the airport." she decided, and Tadaomi didn't even try to tell her no. He knew it was pointless by now, specially when Irina felt her favorite student was in any kind of danger. For proclaiming herself a master of seduction and deceives, an assassin-that-even-though-no-longer-was-an-assassin-never-lost-her-touch, Irina Jelavic could very damn well be a mother hen if her family was in danger. And every single one of those brats were her family.

'If he hurts Nagisa...' she didn't want to think about that. Nagisa would hate her if she actually did something to the boy, but Irina wasn't sure she would care at the moment. She just hopped it wouldn't come to that. After all, the Haninozuka boy wasn't a bad guy, and she had to admit he was perfect for Nagisa.

But the secrets... sometimes they were more powerful than anything else. Irina really prayed for that to not be the case with them.

"Nagisa's on her way here. She just texted, said she was about to take her flight from Paris." Karma's voice came out a bit strangled, as if he was refraining himself from crying. He probably was, but Gakushuu wasn't cruel enough to pick up on him for that, specially not now. Maybe later, when Nagisa was with them, he would go and embarrass his boyfriend. But for now, he decided the best he could do was hug him tight, rubbing Karma's back as his boyfriend tried not to spill any tears of relief.

"Hey, don't cry, love. This is good news. We can go over to her place and wait for her there. How does that sound, hum?" Gakushuu's soothing voice manages to calm the redhead down a bit, as he was no longer in the verge of tears.

"I... yeah, let's do that." Gakushuu only nodded with a little smile, gently stroking his hair. "I'm so glad she's coming back. When she said she was leaving, I thought I could handle it, but..."

"I get it. I got scared too when she stopped reporting daily." all the possibilities that could hold, all the horrible scenarios they both, along everyone who knew of the mission, could imagine every day Nagisa remained silent, relieve washing over them when they saw a text, or when the phone rang with a call from her.

They stayed that way for a few minutes more, until Karma was calmed enough. Then, both started packing, or rather Karma did. Gakushuu just picked up his bag, the one he had packed when he decided he and his boyfriend were having a sleepover—that may or may have not been programmed for more than one night—at Karma's empty house. The fact that he was getting away from his sperm donor was a wonderful plus.

They walked in silence for the most part, only saying small things when necessary. That was how they worked when they were alone. They didn't need to speak to comunícate with each other. Their actions, their eyes, that was all they needed.

Some would have said they fought a lot, and maybe they were right. But it was something that worked for them, it made them feel alive somehow. Those fights helped them motivate to give their best, to not give up. Many didn't understand it, but that was OK. People didn't need to understand.

They were good as they were right now. They didn't need anything else.

"Hey. Do you think she knows?" said quietly Gakushuu once they reached the apartment. Karma, who was fishing for his keys, looked up from his pockets.

He remained quiet for a few seconds before answering.

"Probably not. Karasuma-sensei wouldn't tell her if it meant it would distract her from her mission." he finally said, and they both knew it was true the moment the words came out of Karma's mouth.

"She won't like it. And I do think she has the right to."

"I agree. But that's out of our jurisdiction. We can't do anything." as much as it pained them, the redhead was right.

"He's mad too. I get it, in a way. He thought there no longer were secrets, and then suddenly he realized there actually were. I know how that hurts." Karma bit his lip as Gakushuu looked down.

"I'm sorry." that was the only thing he could say.

"Don't be. I know why you guys did it." Gakushuu said, caressing his boyfriend's cheek with affection. Like he had said, he knew why they did it.

But that didn't mean that deep inside, clawed to his heart with all its strength, and pumping like venom through his veins, it didn't hurt.

Karasuma Tadaomi: She completed the mission. Arrival estimated for 4025. Debriefing scheduled in 60 hours.

The message was short, concise, and anyone who saw it would have thought, in a way not that far from the truth, that the man behind it was heartless. But it was all Yorihisa needed to know.

A sigh of relief escaped from his mouth when he red the message. It was good to know she was alright. After two months, one tended to worry about those things, specially if the girl in the mission was his son's girlfriend, someone Yorihisa himself, along the Haninozuka family, held dear.

Haninozuka Yorihisa: Should I tell Mitsukuni?

The chat was silent for a while. Then,

Karasuma Tadaomi: No.

When she heard that the brat was coming back already, she was surprised. So the menace wasn't so useless after all, hum? Her boss wouldn't be happy about that.

'But if he doesn't find out... well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.' after all, there was nothing about debriefing un-requested information in her contract, and she didn't have anything particular against the girl. Besides, if she managed to pull off that mission of hers in so little time, maybe she was worth keeping alive. The fact that her boss had requested her to not kill the blue haired girl was the perfect excuse.

Those Ministry people though... well, they were in her contract, and if she was being honest, they weren't really interesting, and so far only few of them had made an impression on her big enough to consider sparing their lives. Karasuma Tadaomi certainly was to be kept alive, if not for her boss, for her own gain. That man was... intriguing.

But that whole situation with Shiota Nagisa... oh, that she wanted to see how it played out. It was bound to be exiting!

"I wonder... would Tomura be mad if I conveniently let some of them escape by accident?" don't get mistaken, she was always up for blood, but it never got old to watch from the sidelines sometimes. And if she picked her targets carefully, she could do it without her boss knowing. Again, what Tomura didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Hum... yes, the idea sounded better every time she thought about it. If everything went according her calculations, which she was almost sure would happen, she would get a big pull of blood in the end anyways, which was always a good thing!

'Well then, I guess I'll tell Lovro about this development. He would like to know about this.' he would probably forgive her for the mess she was about to cause if she told him in advance. And when she told him she would let that little protegee of his alive... oh yes, everything was falling into place!

Soon. Soon she would act. But for now, she still needed to gather some data. Like who was really this Haninozuka Mitsukuni, and what was his involvement with that top mission she only had access to because of Tomura.

A message popped up, and she picked up her phone to see who it was.

Tomura Shiozaki: I wan't you to implant this.

Tomura Shiozaki: Archive

Interesting... very interesting.

And that was the chapter! Again, sorry for the huge delay. I'll probably take some time to update again, but who knows. If I can get an opening between all those tests, maybe I'll finish it sooner.

But what do you think? We finally know what was Nagisa doing! Well, not really, you still don't know why she was there. But I do! And who is this Tomura Shiozaki? Tell me your theories, it's always interesting to red them!

Also, what do you think will happen when Nagisa gets back to Ouran? OH, I'M EXITED ABOUT THAT! And Mitsukuni... that's gonna be a full ride.

Anyways, that's all for now. Have a nice day, evening, night or whatever it is for you. Kudos!

Patolemus.

PD: Does someone know from where I took the name Tomura Shiozaki?