Third Person's P.O.V.

HELLO HELLO I KNOW, THIS IS VERY LATE! BUT ALSO EXTRA LONG!

I want to thank you all for supporting me and being so patient, it really makes me so incredibly happy T.T I really do try to write as much as I can but sometimes I just don't manage and the time is so fast...

Anyway, it's pretty late now and tomorrow I'm most probably running 2,5 km on PE so wish me luck! I hope I don't die XD

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"Is he still alive?"

The question lingered in the air for a while and the professional assassin was getting a bit unsettled by the lack of answer.

Takaoka on the other hand couldn't care less. He crouched down and turned the limp body of a certain boy, taking his pulse: "Most probably,"

That wasn't the most reassuring thing. The black-haired assassin frowned: "I know you hired me to get that thing no matter what, but I don't really like killing kids. My job is to take down the bad guys. Not students."

"So what?" the former teacher grunted.

"You beat that boy to unconsciousness. He looks real bad," he pointed out.

"But he's not dead, so what's your problem," Takaoka grinned, his mad eyes creeping the latter out. He knew that this guy wasn't right in his head but he promised to pay big money so why not take up the job?

Yet when he looked down at the brat, he didn't really feel so sure anymore. Okay, just a while ago he wanted to do the same but that was just a "want" of his momentary rage. He still had some clarity and conscience and he knew that this kid was just trying to save its neck running away, even if it was by fighting them.

The big guy on the other hand was blinded by revenge and didn't give a crap about the consequences.

"Let's focus on our objective," he in the end tried to change the subject. "How do we get that thing?"

"Don't worry. The other two will be here in no time. I made sure to leave them some traces which would lead them here. Until then, make sure this one doesn't run away," Takaoka nodded towards the strawberry blonde, his face twisting in satisfaction.

He was so looking forward to playing with the E-class students. With a certain blue haired midget to be particular. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of having him pathetically beg for his dear life, head on the ground eating dirt, the simple thought of kicking him, punching, breaking every of his bone.

How magnificent.

Beautiful.

While Takaoka was busy coming up with things he could put Nagisa through, the assassin took care of the strawberry blonde. He didn't see the point in tying him up too much since the poor boy was already too injured to even move on his own. There was blood oozing from his forehead, bruises forming on almost every part of his body - not a nice look. His breathing was slow and careful and the man wondered whether he should be worried about a punctured lung.

In the end, he couldn't bring himself to make the breathing any more difficult for the student by tying him up with ropes, only binding his hands behind his back. Other than that, he put the boy into a more comfortable and hopefully safer position, having him slightly leaned on a tree.

Well, Asano honestly did appreciate that.

By the way, he was not dead.

Neither was he unconscious. Though he kind of hoped he was because his whole body was screaming in pain.

Yet all his wounds weren't as bad as they seemed.

Gakushuu wasn't stupid. Nor was he new to fights. He learned long ago how to protect himself if he was getting beaten (which never really happened but well, always better to know). So when Takaoka released all his bottled frustration on the boy, he made sure to protect his organs, moved away from the blows ever so slightly so that it wouldn't be visible and of course, pretended to faint when he though the madman was almost done. Obviously, he then had no other option than to stay limp for a while and take the hits directly until his attacker noticed the change and stopped.

It must have worked greatly, hearing the conversation from before and realizing that the knife guy didn't actually fancy murders.

So no, hopefully no broken bones, no punctured lung or concussion.

He still hurt though.

There was suddenly something touching his head which he soon recognized as the assassin's attempt to stop the bleeding from the wound. This really did surprise him - the fact that his own attacker was so worried about his well being.

"What the hell are you-" Takaoka suddenly asked as he saw that, getting promptly cut off.

"I said I don't want dead innocent kids on my neck. It's not like he's gonna wake up any time soon," The man in front of Gakushuu hissed as he finished sloppily wrapping bandage around his forehead.

He heard the former teacher inhaling to probably retort something nasty back, but that was soon drowned down by the loud yells coming from somewhere in the front.

"HEY ASANO!" the voice called out repeatedly. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"

It belonged to Karma. (And Shiota)

If Asano could, he would have cursed.

Sure, he was in trouble and right now couldn't but rely on someone else's help. But his younger brother was currently not an option. He was injured and there were two professional fighters here, armed. The redhead might have grown up fighting, but that was against stupid bullies who could only talk big - Karma didn't get the proper training like Gakushuu. He hasn't faced such danger yet.

And he doubted Shiota Nagisa could be of any use at all.

"Lookie who came to rescue their friend," The crazy nutjob said in his overly sweet tone. "Time for revenge,"

The strawberry blonde felt sweat on his back as he heard the clang of metal - probably knives. The calls have not ceased and they seemed to get closer and closer, though slowly. He didn't dare open his eyes yet in fear he would be spotted, but assumed that both men were already alert and facing away from him in order to see the other two teens coming.

What he had not anticipated was someone sneaking up from behind.

That's why he slightly jerked at the touch on his wrist when that someone tried to undo the ropes. But judging from the fact that someone had the guts to do it, he was most likely out of the two men's view.

Gakushuu then opened his eyes and slightly moved his head to spot blue hair. It dawned on him then, what their plan was. Stupid, but feasible. Karma would distract the adults there whereas Shiota was supposed to get him. So they must have known about the fact the footsteps and other stuff was set up.

Maybe they were even watching the whole time. Maybe they saw what happened.

If that really was the case, he doubted Karma would limit himself only to this rescue plan. Actually, it was safe to assume he would take a little bit more violent approach.

Back to what was happening - Nagisa widened his eyes at the sudden realization that the student he was trying to rescue was in fact still conscious. On the other hand, he felt much better - less tense, maybe even delighted, as it saved him the hardest part - dragging Asano's dead weight away from the scene.

He didn't have a hard time cutting off the restrains - Karma has after all given him the knife - but he still wasn't quick enough.

The assassin felt something was off as he stood there, prepared for the attack. Because despite the fact he had actually waited long enough, the sound of their call was somewhat still the same and it didn't seem like they were getting significantly closer.

That's why he turned around in suspicion.

And once he saw the two boys were just ready to run off, he alerted Takaoka and they were both about to charge in and stop the students. They immediately abandoned that idea though once they caught a quick glimpse of something red from behind.

"Karma-kun!" Nagisa cried out in panic, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.

The redhead was supposed to distract them with the voice recordings (yes, those calls were recorded on Karma's phone). Getting into a fight in order to buy them time was not the plan.

And yet he did it. Most people would probably think he was stupid or too rash, but the boy was very well aware of the situation. Yet his brother and best friend were in danger and two lives were worth more than one, so off he went.

Oh well, maybe he was a bit too rash.

The E-class student attempted to kick Takaoka's head off - too bad the guy managed to dodge. On the other hand, the boy managed to really anger the former teacher, making him momentarily forget the target and immediately trying to strike back. Karma's crazy reflexes prevented him from getting his guts punched out of himself but there were two of them and his head was spinning, his stomach floating and he thought he was going to be sick from all the quick movements.

Despite all that, he was still hanging on with sheer will.

While he was keeping those two occupied, Nagisa helped Asano get out of the scene far enough to be safe and then told him to stay there. The student council president would have loved to argue and get back there to help, but he himself knew that the beating he got there didn't really leave him unscathed.

"Asano-kun, I know this all is crazy and scary, but please just keep calm and stay here, alright?" The bluenette forced out a reassuring smile though he himself was anxious. "I will... we will be right back. Just, uh, hide,"

And with that, he sprinted back, trying to think of a plan.

Still, this was unbelievable.

Takaoka-sensei has returned. And both he and Karma knew why. It wasn't only Koro-sensei that he wanted - he yearned for revenge on Nagisa. He wanted to make him suffer for ruining his carrier. That's what he heard when they were close enough - and while the man was letting all his anger out on the poor A-class student. He still remembered the pure rage he felt and the murderous vibe from Karma. But they couldn't have done anything without messing up. So they just stood there. And waited.

Now was different.

Now, Asano was out of the men's reach.

And Karma was fighting on his own.

"Nagisa-kun, you all need to fall back. There's no chance for you two!" Koro-sensei cried out from his pocket.

"I know, sensei. But we can't do that right now. They would get us in no time. The only possible option is to fight."

Though he had no idea whether they would survive. Honestly, they were too disadvantaged. Just saying.

"Takaoka-sensei!" he screamed so loudly it made all three of them stop, "Who you want is me, isn't that right?!"

At that, the man indeed smirked and turned towards the bluenette: "So the shrimpy finally shows himself,"

Nagisa glanced around to see Karma standing on a tree branch, heavily breathing. He couldn't say who as winning this fight because at the moment, both the assassins looked just as tired and the redhead still ready to go. He most probably used his agility and speed to attack them and to protect himself by staying near to the tree and jumping back to safety when needed. His eyes were still focused. Not only that. He looked furious.

This was good. They still had some chance.

Maybe.

"Let's settle this calmly. We will give you Koro-sensei, but you have to guarantee that you won't harm any of us," he tried his best to sound confident, though he was actually pretty much shaken inside.

Giving Koro-sensei didn't seem like an option yesterday, but at this moment, it seemed like the most rational thing to do.

Yet Karma didn't really like that idea. He frowned and was about to reject it, but Takaoka was quicker.

"Hah! You wish! I don't care about that octopus," he cocked his head in an extremely disturbing way, "What I want is your head."

And not sparing even one second, he charged off at the teen. Obviously, the boy didn't really manage to protect himself and got punched in the stomach real hard.

"NAGISA-KUN!" Karma shouted out together with a few curses, jumping down from the tree to go and help his friend, but got immediately stopped by the assassin. The deliquent glared at him with eyes so murderous it sent shivers down the man's spine. But getting that alien thing and assisting Takaoka was his job, one which he had accepted and which he must carry out.

Even if it meant fighting against minors.

Though this one most certainly didn't feel like a normal, harmless student.

More like a fucking demon from the hell. Because that's how dark the aura around him was when he fighted. He was quick, strong and yet smart. He didn't waste energy at meaningless attacks (well he didn't initially, the blind rage was starting to take over now though), he analyzed his opponent and took advantage of anything at all, even if it meant "cheating".

He wasn't an assassin. He was a fighter. That's why the knife guy didn't like him. Because fighting was not his forte but it was Karma's.

The redhead's focus was however repeatedly shattered when he heard Nagisa coughing and gagging after each hit from the former teacher. He could feel blood boiling inside him. How dare that asshole hurt not only his brother, but also his best friend?!

He shouldn't have looked there though. In that split moment of hesitance, the man hit him in the head and sent Karma to a trip to the Dizzyland featuring concussion, nausea and momentary blackout.

His friend wasn't doing any better.

"I'm going to chop off every of your fingers," Takaoka kicked into the bluenette, "cut up every part of your body," punched him again, sending the boy to the ground, "and I will keep them as a trophy!"

With that, he lifted and violently threw him even further from where the other two were right now. The maniatic laughter maddened him to the point his senses sharpened and he blanked out, a single thing in his head.

Assassination.

As he slowly sat up, he caught a glimpse of Karma getting lifted by his collar, completely limp.

Kill.

Takaoka felt that change. He suddenly remembered the cold blue eyes piercing through his very being. And now they were watching him again.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH?!" He yelled madly but the latter stayed quiet.

He didn't have two weapons, but at this moment, it was the only thing left he could do.

The technique Lovro taught him.

Loudly and confidently, he walked towards the man, taking out the single blade which Karma managed to steal before. It was useless in his hands when it came to combat - he knew, because no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't even touch the man with it just now - but it was still a weapon which posed threat and therefore a perfect decoy. Thanks to that, once he was close enough, he dropped the knife. Together with it, Takaoka's attention slipped and at that split of a second.

Clap

His whole mind and focus shattered, and he staggered, not even knowing what happened.

However, the absence of the second weapon could not be ignored. While he still could, the petite boy kicked the blackhead, making him lose balance and helplessly fall to the ground.

Nagisa didn't waste any time and immediately ran off to help his friend but to his surprise, the redhead was now standing (half leaning on a tree) fine (almost). The assassin on the other hand was unconscioussly sprawled on the ground.

"How...?" he gaped, disbelief evident in his voice.

"A bit of acting and choosing the right moment. But that's what I should be asking! What did you- how did you even do that?!" Karma grinned, proud of the shrimpy. That thing he did just now was pretty awesome.

He actually intended on saying that outloud but got promptly cut off when he noticed the movement behind Nagisa.

Realizing that Takaoka apparently wasn't completely done yet, he tried to warn his best friend and get there before anything happened: "NAGISA-KUN, LOOK O-"

But it wasn't him taking the man down. He was slow and dizzy from the injuries and Nagisa didn't see it coming. Yet the big body slumped down just as fast it rised, revealing another person standing behind him.

It was Asano.

"Ga- Asano-kun?!" Karma called out in surprise which was soon replaced by delight.

The bluenette turned around, realizing what has happened. The nutjob somehow managed to pull himself together before but now, he was lying face down in the dirt, eyes wide in shock and spit dripping from his mouth. He would have loved to be unconsciouss so that he wouldn't have to bear with this humiliation, but Nagisa's kick wasn't strong enough to actually knock him out, neither was Asano's as his own body screamed in pain too much to hit him hard enough. On the other hand, his body and mind was paralyzed.

"Pitiful, aren't you?" Karma made his way to the former teacher, his chin suddenly high and eyes dangerously cold.

The strawberry blonde knew for sure it meant nothing good: "Akabane, don-"

"Getting beaten up by a middle schooler no only once, but twice," he slowly shook his head in a disapproving way, "it must hurt a lot. Doesn't it?" by then, he stood right above Takaoka whose face morphed into something between horror and fury.

"Nee, doesn't it hurt?" the redhead kicked into the man's stomach, plastering a haunting smile on his lips.

"Karma-kun, what are you doing?!" Nagisa tried to stop him but got completely ignored.

"It does, doesn't it?" he kicked him again, this time harder, "Of course it hurts. But don't worry," he bent down to see into the man's eyes properly. Or rather, for the man to see all the murderous intend in his eyes.

"I will make sure to give you something much more painful. Something to help you forget about your hurt pride," Karma whispered. The golden orbs usually held a mischeivous, playful glint - but now, it was anything but that. There was an uncontrollable fire yearning to burn everything in sight yet at the same time, they resembled a storm, a blizzard, deathly, stone-cold, unforgiving. Getting pierced by them sent Takaoka chills just as it burned him from the inside out. What was worse, he remembered feeling like this once before. On the school campus. The time he got fired.

"You won't be waken up by Nagisa-kun's merciful smile anymore. He's too kind, you know? But I-" Karm's long fingers harshly grabbed Takaoka's dark hair. " I am not. And you will pay for hurting him, my friends and even Asano,"

The next few minutes became a haze to all of them. Karma was too immersed in his rage to think rationally, the only thing he had in his mind was the sound of his brother's and friend's cries, the pain they have been inflicted, all the injuries they had now. Because of this man. Because of this motherfucking asshole.

The other two boys were literally frozen to the place. They were aware of what was happening - as if the violent noise wasn't enough to remind them - but it felt as though a demon would swallow them the very moment they dared move. Even breathing proved to be hard. Sweat was dripping down their spine. Sure, Nagisa has seen the redhead madly fighting already - against the bullies, the idiots who wanted to test his non existent patience - but the air around him right now as ten times darker and more dangerous.

Gakushuu was, however, very familiar with this particular aura Karma had around himself. And it terrified him even more than he thought was possible.

Because it was the same like with the chairman.

The same creepy smile, the same dangerous voice, the splitting image of a demon, a monster that lurks and waits for the right moment to kill you.

He never thought that it would be his childhish sunshine of a little brother to inherit this horrifying trait.

"AUGHHH!" the sharp scream pulled them both from their stream of thoughts and they refocused on the redhead, whose attacks have not ceased. Takaoka was black and blue by now and the yell right now was caused by another broken rib.

"KARMA, STOP!" Asano finally regained control over his legs and ran to his younger brother, forcing him away from the adult.

Nagisa followed him shortly, holding the teen's hands in one place in order to avoid any more injuries: "Karma-kun, please calm down!"

But it didn't work out that well.

Suddenly, a loud smack was heard. All the trashing immediately stopped, an eerie silence taking over for once.

The A-class student saw no other option than to slap him. His brother was absolutely out of his senses and plain speaking wouldn't do a single thing.

And it seemed to have done the magic.

The boy blinked a few times as if he had woken up from a dream, looking around and then locking his eyes with the student council president.

"I don't need you to go avenging me or anyone else for that matter. We're not dead. But you are if you don't fucking stop right now," he did his best to sound as authorative as possible, but frankly, he still felt frightened from the sight of Karma going berserk.

"We're fine, there's no need to..." the bluehead blurted out, slowly letting go of his hold, "no need to do such a thing,"

"I-" Karma wanted to say something but it was hard to explain what has just happened, "Sorry, I... what-" he for some reason couldn't remember why he did that. It was as if there was something controlling his body and his movements while his original self was only a spectator on the other side of the tunnel.

"Back to earth?" the strawberry blonde asked with a firm voice, his eyes staring into the latter's.

"Yeah..." he shook his head, maybe to get rid of all the remaning dark intention. "I'm sorry,"

"Takaoka-sensei is unconscious," Nagisa remarked as he inspected the man, "so is the as- the other one," he nodded towards the assassin about five meters away from them, still at the same place Karma left him when he beat him.

From far away, a strange noice suddenly reverberated.

Calls.

Voices.

Familiar voices.

"Isn't that-" the bluenette's face lightened in hope and he started calling out as well, together with the other two.

Soon, they could hear multiply footsteps and recognized figures running towards them.

"It was about the time," Karma sighed as he faced his classmates, Karasuma sensei in their lead.


Weeelll that's it. Dark Karma was very intersting to write XD I'm not sure whether you'd like that but I still wanted to include it. Please tell me what you think :)

See yaa~