Part 1: Till Death do us Part: please, please go
When HE woke up that morning HE didn't think that HE would have become a full fledged assassin. The day started like any other: HIS mother was trying to force HIM into a dress again, HE thought that it was over after she tried to make HIM burn down the 3-E class room; HE thought wrong, HE should have known better. HE should have known that she would never give up on her proxy life so easily. She brought her hands forward, her face red with anger, grabbing HIS hair in her hands and pulling at HIS pigtails.
"Why do you wear your hair like that? It's so much prettier when it's down," she cooed while stroking HIS hair.
HIS mind was already drifting away, HE knew that disassociating was probably not the best response, but HE couldn't bring HIMself to do anything else. As HIS mind drifted father and feather away, toward the numb thoughtlessness that was HIS safe haven, a wayward thought entered HIS mind: I don't care about her anymore, HIS mind was suddenly so clear, like a hurricane had ravaged thought HIS thoughts, but had past leaving only distortion and silence in its wake. HE no longer felt the oppressive fog surrounding all HIS thoughts, the overwhelming emotions had disappeared, replaced by numb clarity. The answer so was obvious, HE wished HE had thought of it earlier: HIS mother was horrible, HIS mother was in the way of HIS future, HIS mother was in the way of HIS friends, HIS mother tried to have HIM burn down HIS home, HIS mother wanted HIM to be a her; HIS mother needed to die, HE needed to be the one to kill her. No HE wasn't going to kill her, HE was going to assassinate her. HE forced HIS body to go limp, letting HIS mother finish dressing HIM in that horrible dress.
"Finally, you know what's good for you!" She said in response. She dragged him away from HIS room toward hers, "now it's time for something new! I'm going to teach you how to do makeup!" HIS mother said in a sing-song voice.
HE let her drag HIM halfway to her room, until the pair reached the kitchen. Once she brought HIM past the knife rack HE used HIS new found skills to slip though her grip freeing HIMself.
"What are you doing? We haven't made it to the markup stand yet!" HIS mother said.
HE didn't respond, instead HE reached behind HIM and pulled a knife from the knife rack, letting HIS bloodlust louse. This would be the first time HE used it to actually kill someone.
HIS mothers face turned ashen, "What is that look! What are your doing!" She asked fear creeping into her tone.
HE didn't grace her with a response, instead HE lunged forward aiming the knife directly for her stomach. The deed was over faster than HE would have liked, it was so easy to end her life, HEwas wounded why HE hadn't done it sooner. When HE plunged the knife through her skin she made a horrid noise that might have been words but sounded more like the wine of a dog, before falling to the floor already dead.
After staring body for what felt like hours, but could not have been more than a few minutes, HE walked over to the phone and dialed 110. Trying to put emotion into HIS voice he said to the operator, "It's my mom! Oh my god there is so much blood! I don't know if she is going to make it!" HE said in a voice he hoped sounded panicked.
"Ok sir an ambulance is on the way can slow down a little and tell me what happened?" The peons on the other end of the call replied.
"I didn't mean to! I didn't!" HE fake sobbed into the phone.
"Sir I need you to just calm down a little bit and tell me what happened, everything will be ok, an ambulance is almost there" the operator said trying to calm HIM.
"I… me and my mom were fighting, She… S-She was hurting me, I didn't know what to do! I don't know what I did! One second she was towering over me and the next she was on the floor bleeding! What do I do! She can't die! She just… can't!" HE said, attempting to sound like HE cared if she lived or died.
The woman on the other end of the phone kept trying to calm HIM down, HE ignored most of it. She finally ended the call when the ambulance could be heard outside."Ok sir, the ambulance has just arrived, let the EMTs' do their job and everything will be fine. I'm going to hang up now, try to stay calm." She said right before the line went dead.
There was a banging on the door before the EMTs' barged in at full speed. "Kid where is she!" The first one asked HIM.
"She's over here! Please help her, there's blood everywhere!" HE replied, schooling his expression into something more distressed. HE knew the whole thing was useless anyway, she was dead the moment she hit the floor, this only matted for appearances sake. If HE didn't make it look like an accident then HE couldn't move on with HIS life, and that would defeat the whole point of assassinating her in the first place.
HE wondered what HIS teacher was going to think about the whole thing, would Koro-Sensei be proud? Or would HIS mentor be disappointed in HIM? It was really hard to tell with Koro-Sensei. HE hoped HIS classmates would understand, but HE didn't really know. HE thought that SHE would understand, after all SHE wanted to kill Koro-Sensei for what SHE thought the teacher did to HER sister, but then again SHE aborted that path. HE just hoped HIS real family would still accept HIM after this.
"Sir, I'm sorry but your mother is dead, is there anyone we should call? Your father, an aunt or an uncle?" The head EMT said.
"My.. My father" HE replied with fake tears in his eyes.
"I'm truly sorry for your loss, I wish there was more we could have done." The EMT said before leavening.