25 months until the heaven's shatter

Warnings: disturbing content just about everywhere, disturbing characters, they are all a little mad.

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Maybe, he should have expected something like this to happen. Except he is also pretty sure something like this wouldn't have happened if he had raised the kid better, but he doesn't know how to raise a kid. He never did and never will (he is definitely never planning to have children).

So, yeah, maybe he should have expected his ridiculously smart and impulsive child to try and take him out. Why, though? He doesn't quite understand, and that makes him… not sad.

Curious, he is. Extremely curious.

What kind of weird motivation lies beyond his ex-pupil's actions? Did he wish to see the world without his caretaker's following steps, or wish to make a name for himself under his own wing? Or was it just that he had failed so bad raising his not-child that he had come to hate him?

He is so curious.

Well, he is also in pain. A little, but not enough to make him react to it. There are a few- what are these, tranquilizing needles? Those, they are piercing his arms and he is quite sure a bullet shattered his shoulder bone, but right now he is more curious than anything. Actually, it is a little interesting, how slow acting the tranquilizer is? Did they mess up the proportions when mixing it, or could it be his body is growing an immunity to poisons?

How curious.

He is so curious, he doesn't resist when the men take him away. Rather, he cannot resist, but he would prefer to claim he is too strong for these people to harm him, thank you. He is just so curious about everything, right now, he doesn't know how to react! A new life awaits him, what kind of life will it be?

He is only curious.

The boiling feeling under his skin is only curiosity.

Shinigami

Sayonara, sensei.

He doesn't look back. His old mentor is gone, picked up for whatever weird, awful thing those men were planning. Does he care, of course he does… not. He never really cared for his mentor, and he is not going to begin caring now that he is gone.

But he does feel a sense of… disappointment, maybe? Of crushed expectations and admiration, that he had never felt before. His master is gone, he had fallen to something as simple as treason and poison. What a pathetic sight that had made. It makes him want to laugh, but he is far too disenchanted for it.

As he walks away, still in the ridiculous get up he had been forced into for this particular job, he muses on his future plans. There is nothing to do besides continue traveling, but Japan has a few charm points he really wants to see before he leaves. Maybe he will continue his stalking of the dealer.

Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Following Lovro around will lead him to finding more rivals and talented future-rivals he could get rid of for boredom. Information gathering was always a good way to alleviate his boredom.

He is still thinking on this when he bumps against someone. Immediately, his defenses raise -he hadn't felt this child, and still couldn't feel him. It was like he had bumped against nothing, except there is a child right there, with no aura and no wavelength, just a body and an extremely empty self.

He feels like his mentor, or like himself. This child is useful.

"...hello there, little hitman," he greets, ready to strike with his hidden knife. If the boy turns out to be dangerous, then there shouldn't be a reason not to get rid of him right away. Actually, what is he even doing here?

"...Shinigami-san. A pleasure." The boy has no defenses set up and there is no offensive aura around him. In fact, his eyes have a faraway look that makes him feel like he is looking into a void. "You don't look injured. I thought you would be."

Ho, did the child see his stunt back at the facility? If so, then how can he be stupid enough to approach him? Him, the Shinigami himself, who has just managed to claim the title for his own? What a curious child, but not enough. He has a razor knife in his hand in a second, and is already leaping to push the boy back and destroy him.

"I would rather you didn't," says the boy, already holding up his own weapons (a peeling knife and a skewer fork, surprisingly. Taken straight out of a kitchen, probably) taken out of nowhere. It is sharp, sudden and lasts half a second, but the bloodlust around the child is enough for the elder assassin to shudder in glee. "I… wished to ask you something."

Ah. Is this what his old mentor meant by the need to raise talent? This kid will be a future rival, yes, but a fight with him after polishing his skills would be delicious.

He presses himself against the boy, his razor up at neck level and feeling the fork digging into his side. The second knife is lowered, but ready to strike, and it is just a little exciting. Just a little, a little too much.

"Let's hear it, then."

Horibe Itona

Somehow, he feels lighter, now. A little more at peace than he did… last night, when he felt suddenly really ill and had to curl up in a corner to cry. A little more at peace than he did ever since his father passed away. Somehow, he feels lighter now, refreshed and missing something.

It is weird. He feels like a limb of his has been cut off, completely and with no further treatment. Just a gaping wound in… some part of his body, still dripping blood, seeping so slow it wouldn't kill him but it would make him feel constantly drowsy. Drip, he thinks he can hear it go, time and time again, and it is driving him crazy.

He feels like the world has been turned upside down, but it… it is a good upside down. The moon is whole, everyone is alive; he is missing a limb, yes, and no one cares enough to help him fix it, but he feels fine enough for now. At times he has weird thoughts that seem to come from nowhere, like the moment he took the kitchen knife to prepare today's lunch (isn't it a little too heavy, I can't side sweep with this, axe blows are not my style, where is Tera-) or when he looked outside at the morning moon (what a rare sight, it is full), but they are acceptable weird thoughts that come into his mind, fall into place and leave.

Just like that. As if he knowing the best way to wield a knife for combat or thinking about how long it would take for the moon to explode were completely normal and acceptable thoughts for him- maybe they were, once, but not now?

Oh, he still hates people. Even now, when he is supposed to be going back home, they are following him. Following him, and he knows he is stronger, faster and better than them in any way, but his body won't allow him to take advantage and flee. No instinct or immediate reactions are wired into his body, and his missing limb makes him feel tired.

So tired.

"What are you kids doing?"

The voice is mocking, deadly and unexpectedly familiar, yet Itona doesn't know anyone outside of his family. There is no way he has ever met this blood haired, blood eyed boy in Kunugigaoka's uniform -actually, there is no way he has ever met anyone from Kunugigaoka. The dirty and dangerous part of town he lives in is not fit for the leisure strolls of those from higher rank families, after all.

Then what is this little lord doing here?

And why, why does he feel so familiar?

Akabane Karma

Nagisa didn't come to school today

Though Karma has been spending time with other people more now (because Nagisa is something he doesn't quite know how to deal with), Nagisa is still his almost-best friend and he… cares? about him, a little. Somehow, after last night, his feelings for things had become a little dulled and muted, including his feelings of discomfort for his dear old friend.

Instead, they had become something that was borderline hatred and, if Karma has any say on it, it is a little scary.

Class-D had been surprisingly boring today. He had spoken to a few people he didn't care about, then spoken to some he felt awkward around (Nakamura had been really eager to tell him about her exploits, though). He waited for Nagisa until the end of the day (he had this need to see him he hadn't felt before), but since the boy didn't show up, he had left.

Which is how he finds himself in this situation, standing between a little, little boy and a gang of bullies. Karma may be a prankster, but he has a sense of justice in himself, and whatever happened yesterday has just made it stronger (the world is unfair and you don't need to be here, I-). Besides, he feels so comfortable around this kid, who looks so honest, it would be a shame if he got hurt anyhow.

"Hah! Look at the little shit, he has brought someone to protect himself!"

The boy (pale hair, pale eyes, feels like Nagisa) steps back, ready to retaliate, but Karma wouldn't be here if he had wanted to watch. No, he wants to take care of these children who dare attack someone weaker, smaller with so much potential.

He realizes he feels more at ease with the boy having his back than he ever did with Nagisa.

"Akabane Karma," he introduces himself after the bullies have been beaten to the ground, extending a hand to him. He is grinning, he is bloody, but who cares? He had a good fight.

"...Horibe Itona," the boy replies, taking his hand in a surprisingly firm grasp. His eyes look soulless, blank, and Karma has never felt more comfortable in his life. "Thanks for... that."

"My pleasure!" He laughs and flicks off a drop of blood running on his cheek. The other guys had had a knife, but Karma feels so at ease fighting against knives, what the fuck. "Guys like that, they don't deserve to die."

Even if the boy doesn't agree verbally, his eyes seem to glow in pleasure.

Definitely today's good deed.

Shiota Nagisa

"Would you like something to eat before you leave, Shinigami-san?"

Bitch-sensei had taught them all about the power of words, the power of presenting as stronger than you really were. Mostly, she had taught then the power of reading through a person's intentions and acting accordingly, the power of voice intonation and covering your true emotions, and the power that a well placed come-on line had on men.

Nagisa had learned that pretty well, as had most of the girls in his cl- family, and they had all used every skills they had to act for what they considered the best. Specially after the government gave up and pulled out their funding from the ACE plan (Assassination Classroom-E), and started focusing more on finishing the space colony they had been working on since about a decade ago, and Class-E had had to work overtime to keep the laboratories working on their side.

That last five weeks had been horrible, but if Nagisa learned one thing from that, is that a willing and obedient body works better for his purposes than anything else. Hiding his true intent from Shinigami himself is rough, as Nagisa is only the third in a line of wave readers and he is going up against a master. Acting like a delicate boy has never been harder.

No, he won't get anything from this man. Even in the fu- the other life, this particular man had never shown interest in carnal pleasure (unlike Red Eye, who was a darling, and really unlike that other sadist guy), focused more in using the few pretty people around him to manipulate everyone else. It was... an interesting modus operandi that Nagisa, after a few lessons with Bitch-sensei, had learned to appreciate and imitate to the best of his abilities.

Dealing with Shinigami isn't easy, but Nagisa did spend a whole day hiding him from other people, especially his mother. He had had to skip class, but he was a source of information and skill he couldn't just let go. Maybe later he would get rid of him (he had hurt Bitch-sensei, and no one hurts Bitch-sensei), but for now he wanted to see how much could he learn from the professional assassin.

"Hm?" Shinigami looks at him with the most uncaring expression Nagisa has ever seen, and for a second he believes he has lost. "...can you make fried rice?"

What an average request.

Of course he can't make fried rice, but he can try.

(Kayano Kaede) Yukimura Akari

When her manager calls her by her name through the phone, she feels confused. Akari, why are you calling me Akari, my name is- Except that is a lie, because her name is Akari and she is Mase Haruna. She has never had a third name, only two: her real name and her stage name, and somehow both of them feel disconnected from her.

Akari, Haruna, Kaede.

Aguri is saying something about dinner and her fiancé, but Akari can't pay attention to her. She loves her sister above all things, but somehow she feels she is missing something important.

Something that was pulled out of her, carved out with a knife and twisted until it was no longer recognizable. Twisted so much, even if she were to find it now, she would just ask who, what and let it go. Not hers, never hers, even if it used to be a part of her so tied to her emotions she can't live without it.

...she feels it missing. She can feel its ghostly slithering under her skin, like a memory of something long lost, like phantom pain she didn't think she would ever feel. The same phantom pain she currently feels about her name, or about her emotions. Something missing but ripped out so suddenly she never even noticed it going away.

"Akari?"

Aguri is looking at her through kind eyes and Akari feels lost. She doesn't quite know what to do about her sister's care, right now. She used to know, very well, but now the feeling of disconnection is so strong she can't quite deal with it. She feels like she has gotten lots of care from someone unwanted, lots of love from someone she wanted to destroy and lots, lots of words from too many people.

She can't count right now.

"Nee-san. I want to transfer schools."

She doesn't quite know why she says it, but once she does, she realizes that it is the most honest wordsshe has ever said.

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"...disconnect it."

"Yes, sir."

C

"...why is it still-"

"Sir, it has been disco-"

C

"I just-"

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"Fy fæn…"

"Agreed."

What am I doing? It begins. It is also surprisingly short, I thought it would be longer. Ritsu's part reads better in AO3, I can't put the moon symbols in here orz...

Divergence spots! Here is where you chose what can happen (in the end I will pick, but I will consider your options). These are decisions for loooong in the future, though, except for a couple of them. Please, tell me where this story is going, I know a few things but I'm mostly just winging it.

Nagisa a) kills his mother b) simply runs away c) doesn't do anything about his living situation d) another option.
Itona a) meets Shiro too early b) goes to free load off Karma c) a and b together d) stays a lazy fuck and doesn't do anything.
Kayano a) gets to change schools b) doesn't transfer but still somehow meets the others c) is a black hole in relationships d) something else.
Karma a) stays the same b) acts like a perfect student (because, Asano Gakushuu) c) fucks up everything since day one d) what are you doing Karma, another option please.
Ritsu a) is a damsel in distress and rescued by the others b) is a damsel in distress and stays corrupted as fuck c) fixes her own problems somehow d) explodes nojk something else.
The Shinigami a) is a little shit b) is a little shit c) is a little shit.
?/Korosensei a) CAN'T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE HE IS STUCK