Hello sorry for the late update but I hope this chapter is worth it thank you for all the inspiration and support more is appreciated thank you...Shadow Brockwell
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Chapter 6: Responsibility and Anger
Karma opened his mouth as Mischief laughter died down only slightly in the background, the personality still bent over double, "What do you want exactly, Lust?"
"Well, Karma-kun, I want you~" Lust voice spoke seductively from the other end and one of Karma's eyebrows shot up instantly at the words, "Well...and everyone with you. Kayano, Sugino, others...Anyway~, want to have some fun with me out in the city~? I sure do~! I have so many ideas in mind, if you know what I mean. Heh heh~."
Karma smirked, "What kind of fun, Lust-kun?".
"Oh~ . You seem interested, Karma- kun. How 'bout we meet up somewhere? In private."
Just as Karma was about to answer there was a yell from the front of the school, "What the hell happened! Everything's gone to shit!" school walkways and windows.
"What are you guys doing here?" Sugino asked in honest curiosity,"Shouldn't you be at the classroom with Bitch-sensei?"
"That bitch of a Sensei didn't show." Terasaka said, sounding irritated by the fact.
"We heard an explosion when we were on the mountain," Itona said nonchalantly as he kicked a still smoldering rock with his shoe.
"Dude, it looks like a mini war was fought here." Yoshida said, staring at the giant crater in
Everyone turned, Karma taking in focus away from the call, to the yell. Only to see Terasaka and his group marching up to them looking around at the carnage of the front of him, then at the broken window about three stories up.
Mischief instantly straightened from his bent over position, revealing himself from behind Nakamura with the movement. He smirked at Terasaka and friends, his eyes mischievous and bright, who finally noticed that the personality was there, "That would be because of me, the awesome Mischief-kun and my handy dandy Rocket launcher!"
Mischief winked, his mouth forming into a smirk, fingers ready to snap to show his awesome skill, his other hand on his hips in a almost superhero pose.
Terasaka's group stared at him like he grew a second head, his appearance and sentence throwing them off greatly.
"What?" Muramatsu said first, looking confusedly around at the others in his group," You can't be serious right? Right?"
The people who witnessed the 'epic' battle they didn't know whether to feel irritated, amused, or awkward about the other's reactions to the new personality. And, really, this whole situation at a whole.
It was ridiculous.
Mischief waited for a better reaction to receive nothing in return. He pouted slightly, crossing his arms, irritated, "Fine, don't believe me. Just you wait for me to snap my fingers..."
"I'm surprised that nobody else has showed up to see what the noise was about," Yoshida said, scratching his head at the situation and Mischief reaction. Yoshida just really wanted to change the subject.
Mischief turned back to them still slightly pouting but uncrossing his arms to be at his sides instead,"That would also be me, can't have people finding out about my mischief until the time is right. That would be such a pain if I was caught by the cops-"
"Says the guy that signs his graffiti with his name." Nakamura snorted and Terasaka's group sweat dropped.
What?
"Really...?" Yoshida said looking amused and confused at the same time.
Mischief wrinkled his nose slightly at the interruption, is was cute in a Nagisa kind of way, "Anyway...you guys are immune because Responsibility wants you to be, simple as that."
"What do you mean Mischief-kun?" Okuda asked, her face showing her curiosity through her shyness.
"That's Responsibilities power. He's responsible for everything after all," Mischief said rolling his eyes as he said 'everything', "He's so irritating, no fun at all. Anyway, most people can't see us awesome personalities unless we want them to. We could, if responsibility hadn't meddled, that bastard, make it so that even you guys couldn't see me even if I was about to write on your face with permanent marker. Oh, that's an idea..."
Mischief face turned thoughtful for a moment before he shook his head and continued," You can see me now because responsibility is the one that can override that command we have over people as if he was a cheat code in a video game. You guys are immune from not seeing us because of Responsibility but us personalities can make it so others, that responsibility hasn't specifically chosen, can ignore us or see us-"
"Then w-why were you worried about the c-cops-?"
"And sighed you name with your graffiti-"
"Because, " Mischief said with a smirk, ignoring Nakamura's comment and deciding to not be rude to Okuda who asked the first question, she didn't deserve that,"It's fun to sometimes run from the cops because I can make it so that they can never find me. Doesn't mean I want them to show up before I'm done though and get in my way. Dodging people who can't see you gets old really fast."
"Is that why nobody came to check what happened to the school?" Sugino asked looked at the empty surrounds around him.
"Oh that. People want to see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear. Don't worry I can clean that up when ever I want," Mischief said snapping his fingers, a superior look on his face.
Everyone turned to the carnage behind Mischief. . .
Nothing happened.
"Pfft, you guys believed that! " Mischief smirked as he bended over laughing, "Haha, I bet Disgust would have a heart attack if he was here, that clean freak. He's the only one that can clean this mess up," Mischief pointed behind him with his thumb,"That's disgust power after all, to clean things because it's 'so disgusting' to not be clean. Sucky power if you ask me, mine is so much cooler and-"
"Oi, Karma-kun! Are you ignoring me! What a turn off!" Lust shouted through the phone so loud that everyone could hear it even though the phone wasn't on speaker.
They completely forgot about Lust after Terasaka arrival and Mischief exciting explanations...
Oops.
"Who's that?" Muramatsu asked as Karma brought the phone up to his ear once again, walking away from the group while smirking an apology to Lust in a almost irritating way.
"Sounds like the beginning of an argument that leads to the darkness within us," Hazama said crossing her arms. Everyone decided to dismiss that comment.
"Lust." Nakamura said, flipping her hair out of her face nonchalantly, her eyes showing that she wanted to see the others reactions to the big reveal.
"Lust...Oh, god." Terasaka said finally realizing the implication of Nagisa just manifesting Lust. Images appeared in his mind that he wished never were there in the first place.
"Yep." Nakamura said popping the 'p' with smirk at the end at Terasaka and the other's blushing faces.
"So, Anyway," Sugino said his face slightly blushed because he had gone through almost the same thought process as Terasaka,"I'm going to call Karasuma and tell him about...uh, this."
Sugino slightly indicated to the destruction around them, then to the darkness that was slowly leaching through the sky above them, "Also it's starting to get dark and we should probably see what we should do next."
X Assassination Classroom X
When Karasuma got the call he didn't know whether to feel worried, frustrated, or just down right exhausted with the whole situation.
He was a strong willed person but honestly he wasn't expecting this to happen and as he walked into the entrance of the hospital he knew all of this was starting to go over his head, as unlikely as that seemed for him. He has a sick and ripped apart student to figure out how to fix, a teacher he hates hanging out in his apartment watching the said student along with some his out-of-body companions, and now one of his comrades in arms was injured without any cause or reason that he was aware of, no explanation of her condition passing through the phone to calm his racing heart.
Really, his day was starting to get long.
Karasuma made his way to the kind-looking receptionist, noting his surroundings for anything remotely suspicious, a habit that had grown hard for him to shake,and taking in the other people in the waiting room that were either waiting their turn or worrying over a loved one or having some other relationship with a patient admitted to the hospital. Finally reaching the desk, Karasuma cleared his throat and the receptionist smiled at him timidly, trying he utmost to be polite and professional, "May I help you, sir?"
Karasuma nodded sternly, "I got a call that my associate was admitted earlier today, I'm one of her emergency contacts. Can you tell me which room she is in? I would like to see how she is doing and learn of what happened to her."
The receptionist nodded and turned to her computer, clicking and moving the mouse a few times before stretching her long fingers over the keyboard, ready to type, "What is your associate's name?"
"Irina Jelavić."
As she typed the name into the computer, her brow wrinkling when she tried to spell out the last name, Karasuma waited patiently for her to finish and decided to aid her with a few letters in Irina's name. After a long moment the receptionist finally got a match on the computer and she nodded her head as if to affirm herself before turning back to Karasuma, opening her somewhat small mouth, her eyes showing an emotion that Karasuma could place easily, "It seems your friend is in the Intensive Care Unit or ICU, room 230. You'll have to use the phone outside the main doors of the ICU before you enter to gain permission to see her. She was admitted because she suffered some trauma to her head and other parts of her body, some of those including gunshot wounds, don't worry it says here that it was just a graze, so they might not let you in to visit her right away. You can still try if you want though but I can't guarantee that you will see her."
That emotion Karasuma so easily identified from the woman was pity. He really didn't need that right now.
"Thank you," Karasuma said with a bow before turning to walk over to the elevators on the other side of her desk. Pushing the arrow to call the elevator, Karasuma waiting in silence, his stance firm and professional even now. The elevator doors opened with a ding and Karasuma stepped inside, quickly making them close in front of him before pushing the button to send the elevator to a higher floor. He could have taken the stairs and have gotten there faster with free running but something in him told him to act natural in this situation and take the slower route instead.
Really, and he wouldn't really admit this out loud, he went this way to clear his mind and think.
Silence surrounded Karasuma, no elevator music assaulting his ears as he watched the number one turn into a glowing red two with a ding, the metal doors in front of him opening with a small squeak. He stepped out of the elevator and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the volunteer manning the desk, who nodded back, and made his way down the hall to the big double doors with 'Intensive Care Unit ICU' above them on a plague.
The hallway almost seemed ominous and too quiet as he made his way past nurses and doors, some open with patients and some closed off from sight. From the windows that Karasuma could look out of from the corner of his eye as he walked, he could see that it was dusk, the outside starting to turn into darkness slowly. He wondered how his students were doing, if Sugaya had managed to catch Nervous without his help, if they were able to get any other personalities while he had rushed to the hospital.
He would have to change plans, he realized as he made it to the double doors, searching for the phone the receptionist mentioned earlier. Something wasn't right with this situation and now new factors were at work. From what he could tell Irina was attacked by some unknown. This unknown could be linked to everything else that was going on or it can be a coincidence that was eerily timed to coincide with their mess. Either way the unknown could be dangerous for the students, the attack not just planned for Irina but also for them was a possibility that Karasuma couldn't ignore. He would have to make arrangements and quickly to ensure their safety, and to see how close this incident is to their current situation.
He would also have to tell them about their teacher but Karasuma decided, uncharacteristically, to cross that bridge when he came to it.
With a sigh that sounded more worried than frustrated Karasuma picked up the old coiled phone on the wall and dialed 125 as instructed but the typed note taped on the wall beside the phone, running a hand through his dark hair. He listened as the phone rang in his ear, looking for another phone to pick up the call. After a few rings there was a click sound and a muffled, "ICU."
"Hello, I would like to see Irina Jelavić, I was told she was admitted here by the receptionist downstairs."
"One moment please."
There was silence on the other side and Karasuma waited for a few moments until he could hear breathing on the other line before the woman spoke again, "Only emergency contacts and family members are allowed in at this time, can I have your name please?"
"Karasuma Tadaomi."
There was another moment of silence before the nurse on the other side continued, "You are on the list, I'll be there in a moment to let you in."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
Karasuma pulled the phone away from his ear and placed it back in its rightful place on the wall. Looking into the small window that was built into the door Karasuma watched as a middle age nurse in nursing scrubs hustled to the door, keys in hand. She opened the door and moved out of the way so that Karasuma could come through,"Follow me please."
Karasuma nodded and did as she instructed, following her further into the ICU with each step. The nurse continued to talk, "Your friend is in a dire situation, I'm afraid."
"Do you know what happened?"
The nurse shook her head, "No, we can only guess by her wounds. We think she was attacked by something or someone and things escalated from there. We have to wait until she wakes up to know the whole story and that's if she remembers what happened to her; she hit her head at some point during the struggle.
"What the nurse and doctors didn't know was the Irina was a trained assassin and being attacked in this way had significance. Irina wouldn't go down so easily, Karasuma knew. The person had to be strong and well trained to beat her in this way and that worried and impressed Karasuma at the same time.
A part of him was a little ashamed that he was impressed.
Karasuma was quiet before opening his mouth to ask a question that he needed to know the answer to, for professional reasons of course, and for his students..., "Will she pull through?"
The nurse turned a corner, "It's hard to say right now but we have high hopes that she will recover. She's stable now and we are keeping a close eye on her. She'll have to stay a few days, at least, before we can guarantee that she stays stable enough to move her."
Karasuma's mouth felt dry. Clearing his throat, the nurse eyeing him from the corner of her eye, his voice came out firm, "I see."
They made the rest of their way to room 230 in silence, the hallway darkening slowly with each step. Keeping his eyes straight ahead Karasuma took in the the numbers above the doors as he passed: how they got closer and closer to 230 as they moved. Finally they were in front of the door that was there destination.
The nurse turned to him, "I'll see if the doctor is done."
She reached out her closed fist and gently knocked on the door before she opened it and entered without letting Karasuma see into the room, leaving him in an empty hallway. There was a long moment of silence as he stood there waiting for the nurse. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of his phone ringing. On alert and berating himself for not putting it on vibrate in a hospital Karasuma grabbed his phone from his pocket and brought it to his ear,"Karasuma speaking."
"Karasuma-sensei."
Without even blinking Karasuma replied to the voice of who he could tell was Sugino, "Sugino, did something happen?"
There was a nervous laugh on the other side, "Um...you could say that..."
There was a snort in the background that sounded suspiciously like Nakamura and Karasuma waited patiently for Sugino to continue even with the background noise, "You're on speaker...Well it's sort of a good news/bad news situation, Karasuma-Sensei."
"Did you find another personality?" Karasuma assumed that that was what this call was about at least. He really hoped that it didn't have something to do with why he was at the hospital right now.
Really hoped.
"Uh ha ha , yeah we did...but it sort of..."
"Tell him, Sugino-kun." Was that coming from Kanzaki? Karasuma couldn't tell with how distant the voice was. She must be standing a ways from the phone.
"Yeah, tell him Sugino- kun." Nakamura this time, Karasuma was certain by her teasing voice.
"W-well..." Sugino stuttered, sounding embarrassed by what Nakamura had emphasized in her words.
"Sugino I need to know the situation to help you," Karasuma said starting to get a little worried and a little frustrated that something major had happened while he was away. He was also wondering, in a far corner of his mind, why Sugino was calling and not someone like Karma, the head of their group.
But that's not important right now.
"We were able to get Mischief," Sugino said, his tone more stable now that Karsuma gave him his words of wisdom.
"Is he still with you now?"
"Yeah...but he kinda...blew up part of the school...to try to get away..." Sugino said with an obvious cringe in his voice.
Whatever Karasuma thought he was going to hear, that definitely wasn't it, "He blew up the school!"
After Karasuma yelled he realized where he was and cleared his throat. He could hear Terasaka snort in the background, "That's an understatement, the guy said he had a fucking Rocket launcher."
Then Itona bluntly saying, "Well that's obvious Terasaka. There is a giant hole in the ground and he just snapped an air horn out of thin air."
"Shut up, Itona!"
The next comment was from Mischief, accompanied with a sudden blast from a air horn, Karasuma assumed by that and how his voice sounded like Nagisa's, though slightly different. A difference that he couldn't put his finger on, "Gotta admit that it was kinda awesome though. Maybe I should blow up part of Principle Asano's house..."
"It was awesome that Kanzaki totally whooped you on the roof," Nakamura pitched in, her grin lathering her voice.
"She didn't 'whoop' me." Mischief said his voice sounding like he was irritated while also pouting.
"Dude, she totally did. We saw the whole thing from the ground," Nakamura continued. "
It must have sent you into the darkest pit of despair to have been beaten by a girl like Kanzaki..."Hazama said with a snicker that sounded evil and dark even to Karasuma's ears.
"That's not what happened at all!"
"Uh-huh, fine, Kanzaki didn't whoop you but Karma literally punched you in the face afterwards."
"Oh, shut up."
"Guys, calm down," Sugino said.
Karasuma, while hearing the whole conversation taking place in the background said more quietly this time, "How much did he destroy?"
"Only the main walkway...and a few windows...," Sugino said his voice louder now.
Karasuma ran his hand through his hair, feeling a headache coming on, "Is anyone injured?"
"I got a decent gash but Mischief patched me up, that dude can summon anything at will and he wanted to repay us for almost blowing us up, but other than that just scrapes and bruises. Okuda is a little rattled but we calmed her down."
"Sorry Okuda," Mischief said sounding ashamed.
"It's o-okay, Mischief-kun." Okuda stammered.
Karasuma sighed, heavy and long.
Oh, so long.
"Sir, the doctor says you can see her," The nurse interrupted his conversation with Sugino, her eyes showing that she didn't really approve of him using his cellphone but she decided let it slide this time, "But you'll have to end your conversation before you can go in."
Karasuma nodded, moving his mouth away from his phone," Thank you."
The nurse nodded, "Go in when you're done. I have to go check on other patients."
"Again, thank you for your help," Karasuma bowed.
"No problem, it's my job," And with that the nursed walked off down the hallway to her new destination.
Karasuma looked up to the door in front of him then pulled the phone phone back into position so he could talk, "Sugino, I'll meet up with you as soon as I can. I have a few things to do first before I head over there. Wait for me at the classroom, "Karasuma paused, then added, "And can you call everyone to tell them to come too? I have something to tell all of you."
"Okay, Karasuma-sensei, will do," Sugino said, his voice curious but answering the order from his teacher nonetheless.
They both ended the conversation at that moment and Karasuma put his phone back into his breast pocket. Looking at room 230 again he reached out his hand and knocked, mimicking the nurse from before, opening the door to get inside. As if subconsciously making him wait until the last moment he closed the door with his back facing further into the room. Slowly he turned around to see something that made his eyes widen.
Irina was lying on a hospital bed her head bandaged and a bruise adorning her cheek, dark and angry, spreading a little to her chin. Her lip looks like it was split open and she was connected to so many wires that Karasuma couldn't find where they all attached to, some going under her blankets and some visible and going in all directions. Karasuma felt his mouth go dry. Her face was scrunched up in pain, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Karasuma could see bandages wrapped around her neck going down until it was hidden by her blankets and hospital gown. Her eyes were closed but her breathing and heart rate were a little stuttery and out of place, the lines on the machines moving up in irregular patterns at times. She was stable enough that Karasuma knew that she was doing good for what had happened to her though.
What had happened to her...
Suddenly Karasuma felt anger well up inside him. It didn't show on his face but it gnawed on his chest and mind, sinking it's jagged teeth deeper, tearing at flesh and Karasuma wanted to do something. To figure out what had happened.
To settle on a target.
"She is doing better now that we got her on some medications and I was able to stitch everything up. She had multiple wounds that needed attention but we got that all taken care of. We'll be watching her status through the night to make sure that she stays stable. We believe that she'll make a full recovery but she'll just have to heal and rest first, her body will need some time to get over her ordeal, "the doctor said pulling Karasuma out of his train of thought.
Karasuma turned to the middle aged man and bowed, anger still there but was half replaced with gratitude, "Thank you for taking care of her." The doctor nodded, his smile sad but also reassuring and slightly knowing, "Your welcome."
Karasuma took one more look at Irina, prone and hurt , laying in the hospital bed and made a promise to himself as he did:
'I promise I'll find out what happened to you Irina.'
X Assassination Classroom X
Koro-sensei made another lap around the block, his speed causing wind gusts to pull at trees and light poles as he passed. The wind would knock over trashcans and send hair flying around the pedestrian's' faces of those who were out this late at night, skirts from school uniforms of girls that were walking home from a fun night of Karaoke flew up but Koro-sensei didn't notice. He was focusing on going over everything in his head and he knew he wasn't accomplishing much in the search for the personalities and for the recovery of one of his precious students.
He promised Responsibility after all. He wouldn't be a good teacher if he didn't.
X Assassination Classroom Flashback X
Koro-sensei had just left Karasuma's apartment at Maturity's suggestion, having taken a few laps when he spotted Responsibility waving at him from below in an alley. Koro-sensei flew closer and pulled himself to a stop in front of Response, sending the personalities hair in all directions as Responsibility braced himself for the strange teacher's landing. "What do you need, Responsibility-kun?" Koro-sensei asked his face trying to show curiosity but also showing that he could be of help if assistance was needed, behind his almost never ending smile.
Responsibility, still recovering from the blast of wind that had smacked him, literally, in the face said, "Hello Koro-sensei," Response pulled a stray hair from his mouth very gracefully if Koro-sensei had a say, "I know this is kinda abrupt but have to ask you for a favor. It's about Nagisa's recovery."
Koro-sensei took in the personality, so much like Nagisa yet so different. The personality looked a little rattled, as if he had been running, and Koro-sensei could see that his ponytails had come slightly undone, maybe from his landing and maybe from something else. His eyes were what really caught the teacher's attention. They were firm, unwavering, as he looked at him, showing him that he meant business.
But it also looked slightly sad, too, with heavy bags starting to form underneath.
"What do you need, Responsibility-kun? I would be glad to help in whatever way you need. What teacher would I be if I let a personality of my student go without help to save said student?" Koro-sensei said, his smile stretching just slightly, not even noticing that what he said was kinda strange if it was overheard by a third party.
Responsibility straightened up, as if unconsciously, and then bowed to the teacher in front of him, his hair swishing forward with the movement as his body bent lower and lower as he spoke, "Thank you Koro-sensei, for listening to me. I'm responsible for everything and everyone...and I have to ask you this for everything to run smoothly..." Responsibility paused then looked up, his eyes almost pleading, desperate, as he said his next words, "I need to ask you to not to help at all."
Koro-sensei froze, "Responsibility-kun...I don't really understand your request. Don't you want Nagisa-kun to get better?
"Responsibility''s breath hitched, his body jerking slightly toward Koro-sensei in his haste to get closer, his feet almost missing a step, "Please! If you help find the personalities nothing will change! Everything will be the same and we can't take that! Nagisa will never get better!" Responsibility all but yelled as he bowed his head again, his breath heavy, a drop of sweat making a trail on his forehead to his cheek, "If you help..."
Responsibility choked on his words and Koro-sensei never ending smile faltered when he saw that responsibility was crying, tears falling to the cement leaving water marks.
"Responsibility-kun..."
Please, Koro-sensei. You can make sure that the ones we found stay in one place but don't go out looking for more. Please." Responsibility straightened up so that he wasn't bowing anymore and wiped at his eyes, the tears breaking through even as he swiped his arm back and forth, "Please. You have to, please..."
Koro-sensei brought up a tentacle and placed it gently on responsibilities shoulder making the personality tense before Response looked at him, his eyes wet on the edges, "Don't worry Responsibility-kun. What teacher would I be if I didn't respect my student's personalities' wishes?"
Responsibility was silent for a while before he chuckled through his tears and looked up at the yellow octopus look-alike in front of him, eye still wet, "Thank you, Koro-sensei."
Responsibility paused before moving his arms to wrap around the teacher, Koro-sensei looking down as Response hid his face in his giant tie, Aguri's gift, "Thank you very much."
Koro-sensei patted his tentacle against Response's head gently. As Responsibility clung to him, the silence between them stretched on until it was broken by Responsibly pulling away and smiling at Koro-sensei with Nagisa's signature smile, "Thank you again Koro-sensei. I have to go now. There's someone that is to trustworthy for their own good. I have to make sure nothing happens to them. See ya, Koro-sensei!"
Responsibility quickly turned and ran away waving behind Koro-sensei with a smile before disappearing down another alley and out of sight.
Koro-sensei stood there in that alley for a long time, looking at the place where his student's personality had long ago vacated.
Responsibility-kun...
X Assassination Classroom Flashback X
He wouldn't interfere but he was still feeling worry and a sense of responsibility for this situation, as if what was happening was his fault. Which he knew wasn't true but still it was there, in the back of his mind. He also felt like something bigger was going on but he couldn't figure out what it was with the little information he has...
At least he was making sure that none of the other personalities they already found didn't leave. It felt like he was doing something when he was merely going around in circles again and again.
Hopefully his students didn't see him as useless...
There was a pauses as he thought that over, stopping in mid-air almost comically.
Koro-sensei suddenly brought his tentacles to his face in tears as he flew. Oh, his reputation was ruined! His students are going to hate him! And Koro-sensei took another lap around the block, this time feeling more self hate than anything else. It would wear off soon like it always did. For that was Koro-sensei's personality after all.
X Assassination Classroom X
"Karma-kun, you sounded to interested in our little meet up and now you're telling me that you want to put it off until the morning! Where's the fun in that!" Lust said irritated.
Lust's heels clicked as he walked down the street, phone to his ear and dodging people as he walked against pedestrian traffic on the sidewalk. He was so ticked that he subconsciously made people around him see him, resulting in a few catcalls and whistles by both men and woman alike.
"Well, Lust-kun, it's either that or you meet us back at the classroom. I thought you wanted to meet my group in private ," Lust could hear the alluring smirk through Karma's voice and it both turned him on and pissed him off.
This boy was more trouble than he's worth.
He really should have called Kayano or Sugino instead. It's not like it mattered who it was anyway because that was just in his nature...
If the original wasn't such an oblivious little idiot about love and Lust he wouldn't be so messed up in the head right now.
A man that got a glimpse of Lust whistled and Lust turned to him and winked seductively by instinct, really it was more from habit, but that's not the issue right now,"Karma-kun~" Oh, how much he hated that seductive voice he used so often, "Don't you want to see me~. Come on you know it'll be fun~."
Karma actually sighed on the other end, "Something's happened on our end and that's your options."
He wasn't teasing, he was serious for the first time and it made Lust shiver at the intensity of his words, "Fine. I'll text you~."
Lust quickly hung up the phone before his mouth moved before his brain did. And as if on cue, with a sigh that was quickly replaced with a smile and a wink, his body turned without his doing and waved at another whistling man seductively.
What the man didn't see was that his hands were shaking.
X Assassination Classroom X
Disgust felt it deep down, the feeling that something was disgustingly not clean or even remotely tidy and it made his eyes twitch when Maturity took his guard stance in front the the door leading to his salvation. He even had all of his cleaning tools ready to go too!
"You're so disgusting Maturity-kun. Can't you see that something is definitely not clean! How can you live like this!"
Maturity pushed up his glasses with a sigh, "Disgust we went through this earlier, we can't leave. We have to stay to save the original. Why don't you just clean up after Hunger until you're satisfied?"
"But-!"
"No, now go clean something in this apartment, not as if you haven't touched literally every surface or be quiet. Innocence is trying to sleep," Maturity said crossing his arms like a parent, glancing at the spare bedroom, past Hunger who was eating yet another sandwich in the kitchen, where he knew innocence was sleeping next to the original, snuggled up against him, eyes calculating.
"Ahh!" Disgust yelled frustrated, tugging at his hair and almost pulling the hair out of its neat configuration. Though he could never really be able to do that. It would be too untidy for his standards.
"So...it this a regular occurrence?" Sugaya said from the couch where he was sitting with Nervous, watching as the scene played out in front of them. They were now clean from there fun adventure falling into trash Disgust made sure that they would be clean the moment they were invited in by Maturity, Sugaya never felt so clean in his life. Nervous was still wearing clothes similar to his old ones, now with a baggy pullover hoodie. Sugaya decided to borrowed some of Karasuma's smaller shirts and pants. They were still way too big on him but they have to do for now.
Plus they matched with 'Nervous' baggy clothing pretty well. Not that that really mattered.
"Y-y-y-yes." Nervous said clinging to Sugaya's arm with all his strength, his face red, and his eyes adverted to look at a nearby wall.
Nervous had insisted that Sugaya stay, claiming that he's too nervous to be without him, grabbing his arm in a vice like grip and trapping Sugaya in the process while dragging him further into Karasuma's apartment. For a while Sugaya had tried to leave, stating that Nervous would be fine, that he wasn't alone because is with other personalities and that he had to help the others but after a hour and a half of failed negotiation tactics he gave in and decided just to stay. It was just easier that way.
It didn't stop Nervous acting nervous though. It didn't matter that he clung to Sugaya like that, Nervous was Nervous after all. He would tell Karasuma later...
...if Nervous would ever let him reach for his phone in his pocket, that is.
Sugaya was soon to realize through the negotiations that Nagisa's nervous side was overly clingy.
X Assassination Classroom X
Anger's feet left cracks in the cement as he ran, his red eyes blazing with fire. As he ran down the deserted streets and back alleys, almost deserted by the location and the darkening light of the sun going down, his scowl became more and more wild and the cracks grew wider and wider with each stride, some so violent that they lifted up some of the road like two faults triggering an earthquake, some cracks even went up the sides of buildings from the strength of Anger's steps. He was angry, Dammit!
He couldn't wait until he got to the scumbag and punched his face in for using Trust's trust to his advantage. Anyone that picked on someone that was weaker than them should just die, someone doing it for their own personal gain was worse and should feel what broken nose feels like in the afterlife. Anger was happy to feed this craving to hurt someone if the bastards in question deserved it.
It's finally his time to shine.
He rarely gets to show his anger after all.
Nagisa is was to timid in his opinion.
'Also,' Anger thought, growling outwardly, 'Responsibility needed a good punch as well, that damn smug bastard. What was that dumb idiot doing anyway? If he just did his damn job and acted like the responsible personality he was supposed to be then none of this shit would have happened in the first place! That Damn bastard' He clenched his fist, the chains on his finger clanking together, and put extra speed into his strides, the cracks now leaving an outline of his foot in the cement.
After much searching and interrogation from the unlucky ones he caught he found out quickly who had tricked Trust and where he was hiding. The man in question was notorious for crime, one of the few shady individuals that were located in the city. This information made Anger's blood boil more than it was to begin with. He was so angry that the chains on his fingers almost broke when he clinched his fists.
This piece of shit was in for it and that made Anger smirk as he skidded to a halt in front of a bookstore that was still open for business. From the information he gathered the bastard was hiding Trust here at his main base of operations.
Taking in the front of the store Anger thought to himself, ' Should I storm in or take a more discreet and cautious route?'
Why was even asking?
Grinning, Anger propelled himself through the glass doors, sending up some up some of panels on the wood floor in all directions; knocking the doors off their hinges behind him and making them shatter harshly against the sidewalk in front of the store.
Sprinting past alarmed customers, some screaming at the sudden supernatural phenomenon all around them to them Anger was invisible and the floor and doors suddenly went flying all by themselves, and others ducked for cover as he knocked over bookshelves and stands of various magazines. Passing the manager of the establishment who looked like he might shit his pants, he jumped the counter, flinging himself though the backroom.
Inside the back were piles of boxes, some open some closed, and a open door to what seemed to be the break room. On the farthest wall Anger saw what he was looking for: a staircase that lead to a set of apartments above the bookstore. Taking the stairs three at a time Anger's smile grew in intensity but his fists were clenched so hard that his fingernails were leaving crescent shape wounds on his palms, some bleeding slightly at the pressure.
He was so angry that it almost seem at a new high even for him. First the bastard takes Trust , using Trust's trust against him Anger has to admit that he felt the slightest bit protective because he knows that the other doesn't really have a choice in the matter, which made him even more angry. Which now that he thought about it he was always angry for the same reason and the anger intensified, then hides him away so that he can use him for his diabolically evil plans.
Anger gritted his teeth as he reached the last step, which led to a hallway that branched off in two directions. He hated people who picked on the weak the most. There were vile, terrible creatures that shouldn't exist in his opinion. Watching Nagisa grow up only cemented these feeling inside him, angry that Nagisa could never get his anger out at his situation.
It made Anger worse than angry, an emotion that he rarely showed:
It made him feel unbearably sad.
Shaking his head at the thought he quickly went down the right side of the hallway, his instincts telling him it was the right direction. He could already hear sirens in the distance, slightly impressed that they had started coming to the scene that quickly. He opened the door nearest him wide open, slamming it loudly against the wall, and was shown a sight that made him snarl, canines bared.
Trust looked up from his position on the floor, his eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. His wrists were tied with rope and his shirt was a little out of place on his shoulders. Around him sat a group of five men in couches, four very muscular and obviously bodyguards and the other thin and handsome, dressed in a suave black suit, his hand almost gently patting Trust's head. They all looked up at the noise but Anger wasn't going to let them get a chance to defend themselves. Taking advantage of the enemy not being able to see him he sprinted forward, leaving cracks in the floor, and jamming his fist into the first man he saw, sending blood, saliva, and a tooth flying.
As the man fell, now out cold Anger wasn't going to kill him..
yet, the other men in the room gasped and stiffened up at the sudden change in their situation.
Taking no time Anger grabbed the closest two bodyguards by the back of there heads and slammed them together, both men falling instantly from the force of the blow. It was times like this that Anger was very happy that his power was super strength. It made things way more fun. By now the 'suave' man was on his feet, his fingers tangling in Trust loose locks causing the personality to wince while his last bodyguard put himself between himself and his employer.
With an almost scary straight face Anger went for a high kick to the side of the head sending the last bodyguard flying into the wall, cracks spreading from where he hit to almost every part of the wall. Mr. Suit's eyes widened and a very undignified shriek was heard as he tried to back up to gain distance only to be met with the couch behind him, throwing out his legs and sending his body down onto it with a 'thump', his fingers untangling from Trust's hair as he fell.
"W-w-what?" The boss said his mouth and eyes wide.
Pausing, Anger took in the sight of the man quivering before him, savoring it greatly, "Trust, come here."
Trust nodded automatically and bolted from where he sat, taking shelter behind the angry personality, gripping the back of his black jacket. Anger glanced at him before turning back to the man in front of him with a snarl. Deciding that the man should see him, Anger made himself visible. The man visibly flinched back, "H-how did-"
Anger exploded, "Shut up you fucking piece of shit! You should just die you worthless scumbag! What kind of man are you! You take advantage of the weak and I hate that most of all!"
The man cowered, "Please, spare me."
"Spare you?" Anger spitted out as his red eyes shone like fire, "Spare you!" Anger clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his eyes covered in shadows. The ground under him cracked, almost breaking to the point that it would send him and Trust crashing to the floor below. Cracks quickly spread so that they were going up the walls and ceiling; shattering windows on the entire floor as if they were blown out by an explosion. With an almost animalistic yell, he sent his arm forward right at the man's face, ready to smash his head to pieces, ready to see the man a bloody mess on the floor, "Shut up you fucking piece of shit! Die! Die! Die!"
The man closed his eyes to brace for the blow and Trust looked away, not wanting to see the carnage that was to come. Suddenly a hand grabbed Anger's wrist, stopping it forward motion. Snarling Anger's eyes moved the the offending hand, then to the perpetrator who ruined his sweet revenge.
There stood Responsibility in his Nagisa look- alike glory, face calm as he spoke, "Anger stop, there are other ways to get your revenge."
Behind him the wimpy boss fainted from the emotional overload he just experienced and Anger growled, trying to pull his arm out of Responsibility's hold with no luck, pissed that he was stopped and also that the other personality had seemingly read his mind so easily, "What the hell! You wanted me to do this!"
How he hated this shit head, Responsibility the bastard.
"I told you I needed help finding Trust not for you to kill anyone. Think about the lasting effect on the original. I'm responsible-"
"Oh, you're responsible? Fucking telling the truth there. This wouldn't have happened in the first place if you didn't fuck up so bad!" Anger all but snarled.
"Okay I fucked up," Anger blinked, actually surprised that Responsibility had cursed let alone admitted to his wrong doings,"but I'm responsible for fixing my mess. I don't need you making it worse be killing someone."
"The what the fuck do you want to do with him then! He deserves to die." Responsibility smiled, just like Nagisa when he would show his mischievous side, "Don't worry, that's all taken care of."
Anger actually raised an eyebrow,"What do you have planned?"
The man was never seen again.
X Assassination Classroom X
Trust looked at the door of in front of him and hesitated, hand on the doorknob. He didn't know why he hesitated exactly, he trusted that Responsibility took him to the right apartment Leaving right after saying that it was an emergency, Trust trusted that he wasn't lying to him and he didn't want Anger to be mad at him for not coming here after everything that had happened.
Anger was so livid it was scary but Trust knew that his anger wasn't necessarily directed to him in the end. Trust knew the truth about anger and that he was worried. Anger could be such a worrywart outside the facade he always wore and that made Trust smile.
He really did trust him after all.
With new found confidence and determination he grasped the doorknob firmly then swung open the door without even knocking. Inside Maturity was rubbing his temples with both hands, frustration seeping off his body in waves as Disgust alternated from yelling at Hunger, who was eating his weight worth in food, for his bad hygiene and his inability to stay clean and turning to Maturity to complain about his predicament loudly. Behind them was Nervous talking and stuttering to the tall silver haired student, Sugaya, Trust remembered, blushing bright red as Sugaya smiled genuinely while slowly trying to get his arm out of Nervous' strong grip sneakily Trust trusted that that would take a while, poor Sugaya.
As Trust took in the sights in front of him, Maturity finally noticed the new arrival, "Oh, hello Trust, glad we could have you. Just don't wake up Innocence in the other room, okay. I just got him to sleep."
Trust blinked but smiled after a moment, walking into the apartment his skirt as hair swaying as he walked, feeling happy for the first time sense he went with the handsome man.
The bruises on his wrists were quickly forgotten as he smiled.
X Assassination Classroom X
Responsibility was jogging to the classroom to meet up with the students and Karasuma when he got the call. Sighing Response slowed so he could dig out his phone from his pocket. He was responsible for so many things and he hoped that this wouldn't add onto the never ending list of things he needed to accomplish to bring back the original.
It did. When he looked at the caller ID to see who was calling he froze completely at the word blinking on the screen. A word he really didn't want to see right now. A word that was sure to give him grief...
The one very important word was Mother.
Taking a deep breath Responsibility answered the call making sure he sounded like Nagisa and not himself, putting the phone to his ear, "Hello, mother."
"Oh, Nagisa-chan!"
"Chan..., " I need you home right away. I bought something for you that I would like for you to try on. Plus it's getting late."
"Mother, I -"
"Nagisa. Come home, please."
Closing his eyes at the emphasized word Responsibility managed to get out what he was about to say, knowing that he didn't have much choice in the matter, "Okay, mother."
"Good that you understand, my little Nagisa-chan, see you soon~
She hung up at that moment and Responsibly pulled the phone away from his ear and back into his pocket. He stood there for a moment in silence, looking at a crack in the sidewalk before he straightened his back and turned in the opposite direct of the classroom, away from Nagisa's friends and classmates, away from progress and toward Nagisa's house.
It was his responsibility, that he knew without a doubt.
He was supposed to be Nagisa after all.
It was about time he saw his dear mother.
X Assassination Classroom X
Mischief-kun smirked as he watched as the other's walked back to the classroom, some calling other groups to inform them of Karasuma's order others making the trek without doing much of anything but talking and enjoying the sunset.
Nobody noticed that he took Terasaka's wallet a long, long time ago.
"It'll be our little secret," Mischief said with a wink, his index finger planted firmly against his lips in the 'shh' sign, looking behind him as if he was talking to a hidden camera. He stayed like the for only a moment before turning around and jogging to catch up with everyone else, his back pocket now having slightly more items than it should.
Mischief couldn't wait for him to figure out his wallet was gone, it should be priceless.
Pfft.
List of Personalities to find:
Anger
Sadness
Love
Hate
Envy
Lust (kinda)
Shy
Evil
Fear
Happy
Reckless
Determined
Composed
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for your comments and ideas more are still appreciated and considered thank you...Shadow Brockwell