AH I'M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! I will do my best to keep up though it's kind of hard to think up of way to end this (yes, it's coming to an end :I) Anyway, I am so happy you guys liked it and some of your reviews are so funny XD I want you guys to know I love you and thank a lot for all the support.

Koro-sensei's P.O.V.

As soon as Karma-kun fell asleep, I went out of the room to see Karasuma-sensei's progress. He decided to wait in a different classroom, typing something on the computer.

"Done?" He asked as soon as I entered. I nodded, wondering how he understood as his gaze was still locked on the screen.

"Yes, I have also put a baby monitor there just for sure."

For some reason, the man gave me a strange look, making me tittle my head in confusion.

However, the teacher didn't want to explain: "Forget it, I think I got something."

And with that, I walked up to him, having a look on the files opened in his device. There was a profile of my student with basic information - Akabane Karma, born on December 25, blood type AB.

I asked Karasuma to find out something about his parents. He works in ministry of defense so it was possible to get into such documents though to do so would require either permission (which would be both complicated and time consuming to get) or some craftiness. In this case, we could assume it was the latter.

"It says his mother died almost four years ago..." Karasuma-sensei remarked, scrolling down to reveal something horrible: "Suicide?"

I didn't expect that. Karma-kun told me that his mother died, that was all. However, I did not expect a suicide. To experience the death of an important family member was painful enough but to know that it was a suicide, that the person was sad, frustrated, tired of life while living with you - that was an agony. Something like this just had to affect the child's mind and now the further I read, the clearer it was to see that he unconsciously followed in her steps.

His mother didn't say anything to anyone. Nor did the redhead. She kept pretending in front of others. The same went for him. She jumped from a bridge. He from a cliff. He knew what it means to kill, to die, before entering this classroom. Before even becoming an adult or even teenager.

"His father used to work as a politican but now is a world trader. He is remarried with an American named Cicely Gray, aged 31. There's not much info about her though."

I quietly read through everything, careful not to miss anything relevant. Just as Karasuma-sensei said, miss Cicely's personal information wasn't avaible as it belonged to the american files. But that was not a problem - we had a techonology bender in class E, didn't we? I just needed to message Ritsu-san to check her profile after English lesson ends. And add a note for her not to tell anyone about it. (Done).

The man suddenly spoke up: "I have to dig deeper for Mr. Akabane's current doing."

Our P.E. teacher sure worked hard. Obviously, getting his hands on such files could cause him troubles. And yet he did.

"I'm sorry for asking you tod do this," a little guiltily smiling, I said.

However, he shook his head: "It's fine. I don't mind and would probably do it sooner or later anyway. He is one of my students after all. To protect him is both my job and will." And with that, he stood up and went off somewhere.

Karasuma-sensei must have been feeling way too embarrassed to say that.

How cute~

Karma's P.O.V.

What was I? A kid? A baby?

That's the first thing that came to my mind when I woke up, seeing a small device on the teachers' desk and recognizing it.

I did not need to be monitored.

Actually, I could as well do whatever I wanted without anyone knowing. And considering how much this pissed me off, I would. A small prank would be nice, wouldn't it? What about using some glue on the chairs? Or folding the papers into some pretty shapes? A pink office would be nice too. Oh, I know! Let's blackmail Koro-sensei with those sweets of his (unfortunately for him, the hideouts were known to me)!

You know what, screw it, I was way too tired for this shit.

Instead, I decided to return to the class. It was boring, lying around all day and just sleeping. Honestly it surprised me that the octopus let me ditch lesson like that just because of being kind of injured. But I didn't like it.

Being with class E was much more better. Much more soothing than standing in the rain, than fighting with drunkard or hurting myself. It brought peace to my mind and somehow, the fake smiles became real. Every time. Because they would always find their way to my heart and fill in the holes and cuts and burns.

Without fail.

Nakamura's P.O.V.

I don't know what happened the first lesson. Bitch-sensei just sent Karma somewhere and he went without a word, leaving his bag here. So he must have been at school. I couldn't ask or discuss it with Nagisa-kun as currently, we had History and Koro-sensei was strolling around the class, kindly silencing anyone who interrupted with the class.

"The Paleolithic Age is the longest period of human history, dated from 2,5 milion years BP to 8000 BP. At the time, humans called Homo erectus started using fire which-"

Ah, I couldn't listen to this. It was boring. Who the hell cared about something from 2,5+ milion years ago? Like was it even that important? Why didn't we learn some interesting stuff like the world wars and then economical issues? I think we needed that more than knowing the measurements of Homo erectus' skull.

Only two minutes left. I just had to withstand the two minutes and then I could go out, curse History lessons, curse myself for not having enough of passion or patience.

Karma still concerned me. After all the time we spent with him, I was sure that he was going to get better. Indeed, he was. But then, he didn't come to school. Not only was it fishy, but also worrisome. The redhead was aware of that and the person we are talking about would never let that happen. This friend of ours was secretive and capable of doing almost anything to hide his problems. Which means that this time, it had to be something big for him to fail ridding himself of any suspicion. Even from the time at his house, I wasn't convinced. He could have planned it all out, Karma was smart. Maybe Nagisa-kun wouldn't expect that but I did. The way my and the red-haired boy's mind worked was similar.

Before I knew it, the bell rang, indicating the end of the torture and sensei left from the window, saying something about buying the limited edition of some magazin which I don't really want to know about.

I stood up, rushed out of the classroom and as soon as I was out of the earshot, I shouted out of frustration.

"What the hell are you doing?" Suddenly, a male voice asked from behind me, so close it made me jump in surprise.

To my horror and embarrassment, one of the causes of my distress stood there, grinning in a mischevious way.

"N-none of your bussiness. Anyway, what are you doing here? Where did you even disappear to?" immediately switching to a different subject, I asked.

He sighed and for a milisecond, I saw his eyes lose focus as if countless of thoughts and calculations occured in his head, making him consider his words and the answer to give me.

"Bitch-sensei sent me off to become a lab rat. Don't make me talk about it," in the end, he decided to keep it a secret. I didn't want to pressure him but for some reason, I did.

"What do you mean? Lab rat,"

Karma probably didn't think I would be demanding proper answers. His face didn't change however, only there was a small hesitance.

"They tested my reactions to make sure I was okay. That's all."

Was it? It didn't look like he was lying. But did it really take a whole hour? I now realized that all this time, he wasn't lying - he was just not telling me everything. But well, what right did I have to make him spill everything out? It was enough already that I forced him to talk despite him not wanting to.

Out of blue, Nagisa-kun called out: "Nakamura-san! The class is going to-" and he stopped as he got a glance of the certain redhead. Running towards us, he asked the same things as me. Needless to say Karma told him the same thing like he did to me initially, giving me a pleading look not to mention anything.

Why was he trying so hard to conceal his feelings? His fears, troubles, cries for help.

After everything that we went through,

why didn't he trust us yet?

Karma's P.O.V.

Sensei was pretty shocked when he saw me sitting in the classroom, chatting with everyone as if nothing really happened. He wanted to shoo me back to the couch and rest but I made it clear that I did not need it and that I wanted to stay there.

He understood.

The rest of day indeed made my mood. It was easy to tell that Nagisa-kun's aim was to distract me from anything depressing and sometimes when he didn't know what to say he brought up silly things. Nakamura on the other hand stayed quiet, looking at me, scanning me with those eyes and probably wondering what I was hiding.

Of course she would know. She was smart.

But at the same time, she was kind. The blond would not make me talk unless it was really important. Even before, in the hospital, no such thing as pressure existed. Instead, Nakamura thought of the core of the problems, she dug deeper and deeper, looked for the reasons, looked for the clues. She sure as hell was reckless but when needed, she was very careful.

Thanks to this mountain, this room and the people in it, most of my pain got forgotten. The headache and nausea slowly dissipated, having been replaced by a warm feeling in my chest.

Unfortunatelly, this couldn't last long. In an instant, school was over and I had to go home.

The doors were unlocked which means that whore was home, much to my misfortune. For a while, I considered staying out for this night or even going back to the classroom and telling Koro-sensei, but in the end did not. I decided not to run away and fight, didn't I?

Opening them, I entered and tried to confidently walk past the living room towards my bedroom. As expected, that bitch was lying on a sofa, watching a TV.

"You finally home, brat? Good, make me some food." She ordered, slurring some words. It seemed she was drunk again which made me wonder why she has been drinking so heavily lately.

"Go and make it yourself. I have things to do." And now it started.

She turned with me with face painted in rage, making it hard for me to breath: "What did you say?"

But I couldn't back off: "I'm not your slave, bitch."

As soon as I let that out, she stood up abrutly, a psychotic smile on her lips. She walked up towards me which I unconsciously responded to by taking a step back. Her palm was now on the wall, cornering me, her face near mine that I could smell the horrible smell of liquor. Did I mention that the nausea kicked in again? On the other hand, there was a small euforia from being able to speak up against her.

"Aren't you getting too cocky? Was the last time not enough?" She threatened with that bottle in her right hand, waving it in front of my face.

I bit my tongue out of the habbit to stay composed. I was trained as an assassin. I could fight, defend myself, in the worst case scenerio run fast enough. I was strong. So there was no reason for me to fear her... right?

Then why am I trembling so much?

"Get your hands off," it went out as a hiss but my eyes did not leave hers, showing the determination burning in me.

And she lifted that bottle to hit me. Although my reflexes and body weren't in the best state, I managed to duck and the glass shattered from the impact.

I just needed to punch her in the stomach and it would be game over. However, my head suddenly protested because of the sharp and quick action and my vision got blurry, making me lose my footing. I fell down, completly disorientated.

She took advantage of that and hit me, pinned me to the ground and drunkly spat out death curses. My brain hurt even more with how loud she was but I did my best to shake her off by kicking and using my hands to throw her off.

"DIE! FUCKING BRAT!" A shriek almost pierced holes into my ears and with that, cold fingers found their way around my neck, depriving me of the oxygen.

"Let...go!"

But no matter what I did, she strangled me with all she had. This was bad, this was very bad. Everything was going dark and my limbs got weaker.

What was I thinking? Going agains her when I was injured? When I still wasn't ready? Why didn't I just ask for help?

Maybe, if I wasn't such a horrible friend and useless son, nothing like this would happen. If I had been there to help instead of ignoring mom, she would still be here. Or if I didn't lie to class E, I could be half-heartedly laughing with them.

Wasn't everything I did completly wrong?

What if I just gave up? Would that atone for all of the bad I did?

"Give up," she mirrored my thoughts and the last thing I remembered was having a single tear stroll down my face before losing consciousness.