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Koro-sensei's P.O.V.

"Say 'aah', Karma-kun." I held a spoonful of the meal I made. As the redhead was obviously malnourished, I intentionally cooked something very nutritious, rich and healthy instead of the usual porridge.

Both Nagisa-kun and the sick boy however seemed disgusted by my gesture: "No way,"

"Don't be shy! Sensei made this specially for you! It's filled with love and care!" I tried to convince him with a bright face.

Strangely, my dazzling smile wasn't enough, it actually made my student's expression darken. I didn't understand why though. To be honest, my cooking skills were on the level of top chefs and the dish was definitely delicious.

Karma-kun didn't look like he wanted to touch it though. Was that the reason he fell ill? Could it be that he didn't neglect his meals but avoided them on purpose? But why?

I dropped the happy go lucky approach as it was leading nowhere: "Karma-kun, I don't need you to tell me what's wrong yet but at least eat something."

The boy just turned his back at us, curling into a ball.

"I'm not hungry," he said weakly.

"Karma-kun," I called out again. "Can't you se that we are very worried about you?"

He didn't response right away. It took a good minute for him to finally react: I will eat it after I take a nap."

And I just agreed with a small 'okay' since I had no other option than to hope he would do so.

It surprised me that Nagisa-kun stayed quiet for the whole time. He didn't encourage his friend the same way as he normally would, just sat next to me with eyes fixed at Karma-kun but looking absent minded.

My students... I couldn't bear seeing them like this.

Karma's P.O.V.

Sleep wasn't the best idea. Sure I needed it but not this kind of sleep, filled with nightmares and past haunting me.

As I was still a minor, dad couldn't let me on my own. He and his new wife temporarily moved to the house me and mom lived in.

Dad never looked straight at me and neither did I. As usual, we didn't even say a word to each other, partly because none of us had any desire to and mostly because he almost never came home. Work was much more important, wasn't it?

However, the house wasn't quiet at all. That foreign woman he brought was pretty hot and everything but noisy and stupid at the same time. Her logic made no sense. And what's worse, she never worked and stayed at home all the time. She used dad as source of money and he used her as his slut. Rather than love it was as a deal, business. One taking advantage of the other. I didn't care though, If that's what they wanted, so be it.

She was supposed to babysit me and take care of me while he would be doing whatever he was. The only good thing about her stay was that I learned English real fast because listening to her horrible japanese accent was painful.

I didn't mind her being useless, not being able to cook properly, clean up or that she made me do most of the work. I could bear with that.

What caused the trouble was her character. She liked tormenting kids both mentally and physically. Me in particular.

"Noone likes you," she whispered the first time we met, her smile so cold I got chills. "so go on and die."

I hated her. Her sweet voice that said nothing but death wishes, green eyes burning their way into my mind, wavy light hair which found their way around my neck, suffocating me. It made me sick. And I was determined to fight her.

At first, it went well. I observed all of her reactions - her likes, dislikes, fears. Just like a typical woman, she was scared of bugs and disgusting things. Just like a primadonna, she hated being looked down at.

So be it then.

First I caught a bag full of worms and cockroaches and put it into her room.

She slapped me repeatedly.

Then I sent her a package with small, black buggs along with a paper sheet with 'SLUT' written on it.

She beat me with a rod, leaving marks for another month.

I spoke disrespectfully towards her, chin up and eyes contemptuous.

And no matter how many times she hurt me, deprived me of dinner or sleep, she just couldn't tame me. That's when she deduced that she needed to break my spirit. I was only twelve after all, a child capable of provocation only, no real action, unlike her.

It turned out quite easy for her.

That woman was a psycho. She used everything and everyone in order to achieve her goal. She wasn't afraid of being caught too.

"What a beautiful picture," she grinned in that cruel way of hers as she took out a photo from one of the frames. It was from the time I was born, dad and mom smiling brightly as their held me in their arms.

The reason it hit me so much was because that was one of my secret treasures. The proofs of me ever being part of something, anything. I had it and other things hidden in my room, under bed. So how come she had it in her hands now?!

"It would be such a shame if it burned," that cunt lifted a lighter to the photo. "Ups," she looked at me with faked sad expression as the flames ate away the last thing I held dear. The happy times.

"You shitty-" I said with gritted teeth, ready to fight her. However, she stopped me right at the tracks as she took out another thing from my box: Mom and dad's wedding rings.

"Do you know? If two people no longer love each other," she watched me with those sadistic orbs, "and when in addition one of them is rotting in the ground,"

"Shut-"

"These are no more than a piece of metal. Maybe I should take them and reuse them in some way?"

That woman. She knew where to rub. She knew how it would hurt the most. Instead of destroying it, she wanted to dishonor it. Taint the innocent memory of my early childhood and parents. Those who were already dead.

"Don't you dare!" But she did.

"There are so many beautiful things inside of it. I'm going to take them all, you don't mind, do you?"

And I couldn't say a word at all because if I did, I would show that these things were important to me. I would show her my weakness and she would find more things that would hurt me. So my only options were either to throw away my pride, go for the box and give in to her or throw away the only thing that kept me sane until now, the only thing that soothed my mind. Choose.

"Oh and by the way, I gave your dinner to the stray dogs outside. I think it will be more beneficial for everyone that way."

And that's how she started devouring my soul.

AYE, It's veery late right now, gotta sleep! Did you like it?

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