Hello my beloved readers! You all must hate me so much! Don't worry, I hate myself as well!

I want to apologize for the delay and for the fact that I won't probably make you happy with this chapter. It's shitty, I'm shitty and I'm so sorry and I regret every minute of my life ever I'm so sorry T.T

Okay, enough nagativity. About your reviews: Thank you so much for the love T.T I don't deserve it. Either way, I'm glad you guys liked dark Karma :) And don't worry, this isn't ending. Actually, I have some very important things on mind which need to be included in this fic. So if you persist, I promise it will be worth it.

Love, Satsuki.


Karma's P.O.V.

When I woke up, the sky was already painted orange, the sun setting down. I noticed the fact that I was lying on a soft matress and that someone made the effort to nicely tuck me in the blanket. The room wasn't unfamiliar - I knew right away that this was the hotel room judging from the lights (they were same in all the rooms). And apart from that, the sound of sea was clear despite the strong wind.

Apparently, my body must have given out after taking care of the two assassins and after our class showing up. My memory was hazy when it came to things before or after that, but I didn't push it because it would come to me later anyway. And even if not, the others would remind me.

Oh, wait.

The others! Where were Gakushuu and Nagisa-kun?

It took some time, but I finally managed to peel myself off the bed. Testing how well my limbs moved (stiff, but more or less okay), I slowly walked towards the door and then opened it to get greeted by the sight of the hotel's hall. There were no people around to ask for direction, shame, but I went off nevertheless, hoping that along the way, I'd meet someone.

And I did.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be resting," The black haired teacher told me with a wanna be scolding tone, but his face too gentle and worried.

"I was, until I woke up and found myself alone in a room that wasn't mine,"

"Yes, yours is in the second floor and rather than hauling you all the way there, we thought it would be better to just take you to another room,"

"Okay, thanks," I nodded and winced at the sudden movement becase - haven't I said already? I always felt much worse after sleeping with a concussion.

"Whatever, where are Nagisa-kun and Asano-kun? Are they okay? What about the class? The gas wasn't dangerous, right?" my questions continuously fell on the teacher and he patiently answered all of them.

"Just like you, they didn't go unscathed, but apart from a few bruises, cuts and such things, they are alright. Nagisa-kun is still resting, Asano-san has woken up about an hour ago. He's probably in his room right now. And the class has recovered four hours after the attack, the effects were short termed."

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I thanked him.

However, there was an important issue that troubled me: "What did you tell Asano? And the the A-class?"

Karasuma-sensei didn't seem to be surprised by this question. That however didn't change the fact that his eyes bore the same uneasiness that I felt.

"The whole A-class was quite disoriented so we told them there was accidentally some alcohol mixed into their drinks. And as far as Asano-kun is concerned, we talked a bit. I didn't mention anything about the assassination, but explained that there were some things that were meant to stay a secret,"

I waited for more but Karasuma sensei just stared back at me in silence, then sighed and suddenly changed the topic, asking about my injuries. I patiently answered all his questions and obediently returned to my room without asking further (I know, weird).

Don't get me wrong, I was not being nice. I was just tired from standing there all the time and I knew that even if I tried to pry into the matter any more, it wouldn't do much.

While I was thankful that Gakushuu didn't know about the things we are doing in this class, it was a bit hard for me to imagine him taking this all in calmly without wanting to know more, without demanding an answer, threatening to get it. Because he got involved, because both classes got involved. Because I got involved. And over the years, I learnt that when it came to me, the strawberry blonde was extremely wary.

These thoughts discouraged me from actually visiting him.

Well, I could get some sleep.

Or play something.


Asano's P.O.V.

"Do you really think we got drunk? Like seriously, we? The elite, the pride of our school? Drunk?" Ren was pacing in our room back and forth, having been on this rant for at least half an hour now.

Sure, I was his best friend, but I wanted to shoot him right now.

Yes, I knew it was a shit of an excuse to give us. Yes, I knew that it was weird that the barista would accidentaly mix the right amount of alcohol to every coctail so that we would all pass out and forget what happened. And yes, I knew that I looked distracted and troubled.

No need to fucking remind me, Ren.

"You heard them. They even apologized. I don't really feel like dealing with this and I don't even care anymore, this trip is proving to be nothing but a waste of time and an incredible strain on my sanity. This is the maximum amount of stupidity I can withstand. Any more of their uncultured faces will result in numerous deaths by my own h-"

"Do you perhaps have hangover?" he suddenly interjected and I stopped, piercing him with my gaze. He flinched a bit, a natural reaction I'd say, but I sighed and let myself fall on the matress, hiding my face in a pillow.

"My head hurts as hell," I muffled into the pillow.

"Ah yeah, might be 'coz you never drank. I actually tried vodka before so I guess I am more tolerant? Anyway, I should probably just leave you be," The brunette whispered and was already on his way out of the room.

"That would be very considerate of you, thank you very much,"

And with that, the other one was gone.

Then I waited. One minute. Two. At the third, I was already sitting up, still looking out for the sound of his footsteps in case he decided to return. But there was nothing but silence, thanks god.

Of course, my head didn't hurt, I didn't have hangover because we never drank anything of that kind in the first place and either way, my tolerancy was higher than Ren knew. But that all was something no one would ever know. But I did need some time for myself. If not for the fact that acting natural when I had so many bruises under my shirt was hard, then at least because I liked silence better than Ren's endless speeches.

The thing is... I was confused. When the man - Karasuma Tadaomi - came to have a talk with me, I expected some kind of a clarification. Answers, which Karma never gave me. And I was sure he knew them. Yet the only thing that I got was more to dwell on.

"My name is Karasuma Tadaomi. I know you may still be in shock because of the things that have happened, but I need to discuss this matter with you," he declared, his whole look and tone proffesional. I didn't say anything.

"I am 3-E's PE teacher, but the truth is, I am an agent from Ministry of defense," at that, I slightly raised an eyebrow. It seemed pretty crazy back then - still does - but he looked so serious I didn't doubt he was saying the truth. And anyway, he was holding up his ID card with the words "Ministry od defense" clearly there.

"There is a certain reason I have to stay in the class. It also has something to do with what happened yesterday evening, but I cannot say what exactly."

Obviously.

"What you have experienced was one of many terroristic attack which we are investigating,"

Strictly speaking, I didn't really buy it. He could have looked proffesional and serious as much as he wanted, but from what I saw, heard and felt, this didn't seem like a random attack. The two vilians were making too much effort and - fortunately - they didn't even look like they wanted to kill us (maybe the former psycho teacher, but that guy is psycho). Also, from the very beginning, they wanted - what did they call it - a monster.

It didn't make sense.

What monster? And what is even a monster? My father? Hahaha... not funny.

"No one knows about this,"

Lie. They knew. Both Shiota and Karma were well aware of what was going on. Actually, it seemed like everyone apart from him and his class knew what was going on.

"If you were to reveal anything about this, we will have to make you undergo an operation to erase your recollection concerning this matter,"

I never knew there was any way to make a person lose memories, but well. Not all technological advancements were made public. Or he could be bluffing. Either way, it didn't faze me as much as the man might have wished it would.

"Your father knows about us and we will make sure to notify him about your and others' well being as well as explain what has lead to this commotion,"

That sounds fine, except for the fact that my father doesn't give a shit.

"We will make sure to cover up your treatme-"

"I don't care, are they safe?" I interrupted him, because really. Money was the last thing that I, an Asano, son of the probably mightiest man in this town, needed.

"Excuse me?" the blackheaded male blinked.

"Are the students in danger?" I specified, "because if yes, then this whole situation is unacceptable. And were something to happen, my father would have to take the blame."

I was talking about my father for the effect, don't misunderstand my words for anything as pathetic as affection toward him. I would actually be more than glad if something preferably scandalous finally happened to him. But don't forget that I am the student council president and all students were my responsibility. E-class (ugh) not that much, but at this very moment, the A class was involved as well and if this was a long term thing, the B, C and D would as well.

Also, the idea of Karma being exposed to anything similar to what we have gone through again made my blood boil.

I saw him injured before - that bastard liked to go and fight huge groups of deliquents like him. I was the one putting bandaids on his cuts, I was the one who made him the cold compress for fever or bruises. I was willing to touch his bloody nose, wash his puke out of his clothes, but I refused to ever have to buy him a fucking coffin. I lost the figure mother already, I lost the figure of father, I lost the peace of home. I didn't need to lose the last person I have ever cared for.

"Yes, this time was an absolute exception. We make sure not to involve innocent students and to protect them,"

The only thing I was capable of at that time was to silently nod, wishing that his words were a bit more than a reassurance.

"Are you going to talk about this with Shiota Nagisa and Akabane Karma as well?" I wanted to know.

"Of course,"

"Do I have to keep quiet around them even if both of them went through the same?"

"It would be wise not to dwell on it," he discouraged me.

He was talking as slowly, gravely, as if it were the third world war happening (which, as far as I knew, wasn't). It was kinda irritating actually, how patronising he sounded. But I guessed he indeed must have felt guilty for letting a bunch of kids be a subject of "terroristic attack", as he had said himself.

Ugh, nothing made sense anymore.

I just wanted to be in control again.

Just from that strict face, it was apparent that this man was not someone I could easily manipulate or persuade to tell me more. There was just no point in trying. So I pretended to believe him and excused myself.

That being said, my obedience didn't last long.

I have already decided from the very beginning to go and confront Karma about this. So here I stood, in front of his door, knocking once - resoluted to this time finally get the answers, knocking the second time - still trusting myself to be assertive enough, then third time, fourth time, fifth, yet each knock as if it sucked out any will left in me.

Don't ask. I don't get it either.

I guessed he was already wandering somewhere and considered looking for him. But in the end, I didn't.


We saw each other in the dinning room later though. He stepped in with Shiota Nagisa and a green haired girl, clearly in the middle of a very fun conversation. He was laughing and looked fine, even though only a few hours ago, he was ready to drop dead.

Then he saw me and it was as if the time stopped. Our eyes met shortly - one second, two at most - but I saw conflict in the redhead's orbs, something that told me this was going to be difficult.

He broke away first and returned to his group. And it felt as though he just decided to cut ties and leave me alone.

I don't know why.

But we didn't talk since then.


Alright, I know. Very short. Not much intersting. But to be honest, I felt that this was the best way to end the chapter. I must have surely disappointed you all and I am so so so sorry :( I will make sure to make it up to you, alright?

Please forgive me T.T