As Nagisa smiled as he used the stun baton to knock out Takaoka, he had learned something about himself, his friends, about his bloodlust and he was happy and thankful to Takaoka for it but he had to get the antidote back to his friends, he cared about them too much to let them die, especially at the hands of this man, he would never forgive himself.

But before anything else could happen, he noticed a gas appear on the helipad all around him, near to his fellow students, near to him, was it smoke, no, it was too light in color so what was going on?

He walked towards his classmates, feeling more and more tired but he had to help them, he couldn't fail them, not with whatever Takaoka planned, but the bluenette didn't reach as he fell onto his stomach, his eyes droopy as he truly realized what was going, the gas was knocking them out, as he fell asleep, he noticed so too did his classmates.

'It's the gas...' was the last thought in Nagisa's head as sleep took him.

-Sometime later-

"What happened?" asked Terasaka as he opened his eyes as did everyone else.

"It seems we were knocked out by the gas," answered Takeyabashi as he opened his eyes.

"Where's Nagisa?" asked Kayano as they looked towards the helipad to find that Nagisa was not there but yet Takaoka was, clearly knocked out.

-Elsewhere-

As Nagisa woke up, he found himself, no longer at the resort that much was clear but where was he? Was this part of Takaoka's plan, he soon noticed his surroundings, oval-shaped windows, a white cylindrical wall, himself in the middle seat of the first row, buckled down, with his hands captured by handcuffs and a chain, but from the sound, he could make it out he was in an airplane, clearly in the air.

What would he do now? Escape, even if he got out of the handcuffs, he couldn't just take out everyone and high jack the plane, for one thing, he didn't know how to fly the plane, for another thing, he didn't even know if they were trained and could take him down, so patience was his only option. Luckily, he had that virtue.

Soon a man came out, dressed in black clothing with silver hair and amber eyes, he had a friendly smile that strangely put the young boy at ease, to everyone, he looked normal but the boy knew that this man was different, for one, he had kidnapped the young boy yet still appeared friendly.

"Who are you?" asked Nagisa, as the man's smile turned into a smirk, he now appeared dangerous, even a bit evil.

"Well, kid, I'm the reaper," said the man, as Nagisa's eyes widened, he had heard of him from Lovro, the world's deadliest assassin, someone considered so skilled that no other assassin would want to attract his attention or get in his way.

"What do you want with me?" asked Shiota, as the man sat down in the seat in the column next to him.

'So he's not the pilot, but I still can't take him out, if he is who he says he is, then even I am not skilled enough,' thought Nagisa, downtrodden.

"What do I want with you? Well, let's just say I am going to be training you to be an assassin," answered the Reaper, his smirk still on his face. Nagisa's brain instantly started to go through the possibilities, why would the world's best assassin want to train him, he had been told that he had potential and a talent for assassination but that wasn't enough reason to teach him, there had to be another reason.

"Why?"

"That's not for you to know, don't worry about it," replied the God of Death, "We'll be landing soon, get ready."

"What about my friends?" asked the Class 3-E student as the Reaper looked at him curiously.

"They're fine, the assassins for some reason, switched out the poison to a nonlethal one, I wonder why they did that, it would be a permanent stain on their career," answered the Reaper, as Nagisa looked at him shocked, he knew he couldn't trust the man but he hoped that the Assassin was telling the truth.

'They're fine,' thought Nagisa some what relieved, but focused his attention back on the reaper, 'The man doesn't care for their lives, he doesn't seem to care for anyone's life except for assassination.'

"What type of plane are we on?" asked Nagisa, trying to change the topic.

"A turboprop which uses a turbine engine with a propeller," answered the man.

"What happened-" but Nagisa was cut off by the assassin.

"Kid, are you just going to be asking questions all day?" asked the man.

-At the hideout-

The location on the outside looked like an incomplete run-down motel that not even the dumbest of druggies would smoke at as the room seemed to collapse, the walls were run down and there were even a few rats.

But behind that facade, was a secret hideout or base with clean metal walls and several rooms, by the looks of things, it had only one door that functioned both as the entrance and exit, clearly it could be locked, locking the person inside.

'Great I can't escape,' thought Nagisa, as he looked at his new room, a bland room, with a metal desk and chair buckled down and a regular bed, with sheets and a blanket.

On it, he found his regular uniform and pe clothes on his bed, leaving Nagisa wondering how long the man had been watching him, to have taken his clothes as well, though they were in his suitcase.

"Get changed, it's time to start your training," said the Reaper as he closed the door behind him.

When Nagisa came out, he was dressed in his PE uniform.

He followed the reaper to a training ground, a white room with different weapons, and a wall with guns hung up but it was locked behind glass and he was sure that the man would no doubt make it so that Nagisa couldn't get to them. The reaper was still dressed in the same clothes, as he passed Nagisa, a real knife much like one given to him by Takaoka.

"Let's start with training..." said the man.