Assassination Alumni (For zenith)

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[Post series, all characters 18+]

Many years had passed since graduation – since they’d had to destroy the one teacher that seemed to get them more than anyone in the universe, since they had to save the moon. And at what cost? To lose the few people that they’d grown attached to, grown to love like a family. How strange. To think of a classroom of assassins as a family, to appreciate them more than any blood relative known to him. Koro-sensei had taught them so much in such a short time… It was only natural that the aqua colored one would follow in his footsteps in an attempt to change other’s lives the way his had been shifted and turned upside down.

Even with their busy lives, Nagisa had found time to connect with his fellow alumni, occasionally meeting to reconnect and discuss just how much their lives had changed. Hell, he’d even kept contact with the other two teachers – both of which had predicted his career path, knowing he’d do well in the setting.

Life actually was working out rather well. Sometimes too calm for his liking, but who was he to complain? Of course, one specific former classmate could easily bring chaos back into his life. And what a pleasant surprise to hear that he would be returning home, and wanted a visit. Guess it does come in handy to keep contact with family after all. Aqua hues brightened at the thought, and what better way to greet an old friend, than to come up from behind.

Silence filled the halls of the school, the only steps being that of crimson. Own steps like water, like a stillness that could never be reproduced by anyone without such anonymity. Everyone always underestimated him, didn’t they? Everyone always forgot about Nagisa because he was so innocent and sweet.

It isn’t until the other reaches his classroom that pale fingers reach up from behind, covering beautiful, fiery hues. The sapphire one has to stand on his tiptoes to reach his friend’s ear, whispering a sweet greeting. “Hello, Karma. Miss me?” The slithering technique pulls a grin to his features, one that quickly dismisses all students from the room. “Don’t forget your homework!” The teacher calls to the rising students, hands slowly lowering to allow the other’s sight to return.

[zenith]

Karma didn't know why, but he felt weird as he walked towards the classroom. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Maybe it was because it was something that he felt when he was a kid? As he walked, he felt a lot taller. He had grown to be nearly six foot tall, very large for a Jpaanese man (and as he knew from studying, the average was only 5;6".) As for Nagisa, well, he had shrunk, if anything. Even Itona had grown taller than he was! And that was something that Karma really enjoyed lording over Nagisa, making him feel like he was still the same young kid that he looked like.


But as Karma walked, the feeling intensified, making his eyes narrowed. He looked around and frowned as he stared in the classroom. A bunch of delinquents, nothing unusual there. They were all punks, nobody that tough, nobody that he couldn't take if he had to. He didn't care that they were staring at him. They couldn't touch them. He was sure of it.

But then he felt a snake coiling around his body, a snake with large fangs, ready to strike! But before he could react, Nagisa spoke and Karma relaxed. He felt his heart beating in his chest and he could fell himself panting. He looked behind him and saw the wall. Then he looked down and spotted the androgynous body of his friend. Now that he thought about it, being so small and in such an unassuming body was probably an advantage for an assassin.



Karma looked at Nagisa and allowed himself his own smirk, his heartbeat resuming it;s normal pattern. "Naughty, naughty Nagisa. Honestly, sneaking up on an old friend like that. I was going to take you out to dinner, but perhaps I should take you to my house instead," he taunted. He wasn't afraid anymore. In the shadows, Nagisa had the advantage, but up close...Karma was far stronger. And Nagisa knew Karma enough to gauge his intent. He wanted to do something...humiliating and indecent to Nagisa.

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Despite the giddiness crawling within the assassin’s veins at the sight of his old friend, attention had to be paid temporarily to his students. Crystals observed silently as the teenagers filed out of the room, the occasional glance toward the newcomer catching their interest. The curiosity of children – even rebellious, angry teenagers with a predisposition for aggression. They were wondering who this man was, and what he wanted with their teacher. Little did they know just how well the pair truly knew each other. And little did they know just how matched the two were in different aspects.

“Sorry.” A single word the slips between plump lips so effortlessly, that it’s hard to decipher whether it’s genuine or not. Innocence lingers on the man’s features, hues lowering at the taunting tone. It’s familiar. Something that he easily associates with a submissive nature. Even with his brain analyzing for a way out, he doesn’t want to. He wants to stay with Karma. More precisely, do whatever the other asks.

“I was just teasing. Plus, it was a good example for my students to see.” And if the teacher truly wanted to attack the other, he would have; hell, he might’ve gotten a few hits in before being physically overpowered. No. He couldn’t dream of hurting his fellow classmate. “But dinner would be nice… And then we can go to your house?” Body moves around the taller one as he speaks, gathering his work to take home. There’s a lot of papers to grade. The suggestion seems fair enough – though, if Karma wants to go home, he certainly wouldn’t argue.

Once ready, the smaller of the pair stands before his friend, soft smile touching his features as he looks up. Pure innocence – to those who don’t know better.

[zenith]

Karma rolled his eyes as he looked at Nagisa. He knew that in a real fight, Nagisa was capable of killing him quickly. Karma's defense was to.make sure that he survived the first few strikes. Then, Nagisa really would have no chance. But at this moment, he had lost to his friend. He looked to the students as a small smirk came to his face. He could always embarass Nagisa. "Oh don't worry about us much. We're old friends. Don't worry, I'm just going to put him in a dress," he teased. He had done that many times and it was always funny. Not to mention that Nagisa did look good in one too.

"So Nagisa, how did you end up teaching this class?" He asked, waving his hand. "They look like they are going to be the yakuza when they grow up," he noted. Even the women looked burly. And Karma was aware that they all had their eyes on the duo. Well, that was to be expected after all.

And he knew Nagisa enough to know that Nagisa probably was in an obediently mood today. Still, assassinating him in public deserved punishment. After that they could have some fun. "Fine, I'll take you out to dinner and then we go back at my place. It's a date," he said with a wink, leaving it open if he was teasing or not. "Oh and Nagisa? Fo try and not to drink too much this time. Otherwise I'll have to carry you home again," he commented, leaving out that he was the one who got Nagisa drunk. Mostly to vent about his coworkers, and that way, Nagisa wouldn't remember the details. "See you later," he said with a wink, patting him on the head like a dog.

He knew Nagisa would know what he wanted. Karma loved Indian food and there happed to be a nice restaurant right by his house.

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Blush colored cheeks at the mention of being put into a dress, something that the teacher had become far more accustomed to than he would have initially liked. Then again, with Karma – how could he ever say no? The other would say jump, and Nagisa simply asked how high. So, if the bureaucrat wanted to parade him around in a cute dress – who was he to argue? Plus, it really wasn’t that bad, a part of him might’ve even liked it.

Fingers leaf through the papers in hands, soft smile settling on the man’s features as he looks at the mountain of paperwork. “They said the same thing about you, didn’t they?” Gentle hum crawls through the alum’s throat, thinking back to their days in the classroom together. Everyone in that classroom had been looked down upon and ridiculed. This was no different. He was simply continuing the work that Koro-sensei had begun with them so long ago. To help those that are misunderstood. “They’re smart kids.” A conversation for the restaurant.

A date. The word always seemed to flutter butterflies into his stomach, excitement flashing in the young teacher’s azure irises, beam smearing further across his lips. The pat draws a small sound out of the short graduate – the need for further praise crawling through him. Papers are set in his bag, clearing his hands to reach up and wrap around the crimson one’s neck before he can escape. The height difference makes it difficult, but fingers move carefully over the other’s hairline, smoothing over the skin on the pale skin on the back of his throat.

Perhaps one more moment of feigned dominance – the cerulean haired one tugs down, closing the distance between them so he can whisper in the other’s ear with ease. A snake wrapping around prey. “You liked carrying me home, Karma.” Name like a delicacy rolling off his tongue. He should stop, before things escalate further. He craves Karma’s praise.

A moment passes before he releases, smiles obediently and nods his head, moving to back out of the room so he can see the other’s reaction as he goes. “I was gonna invite you to come over and help me pick out something to wear to dinner…” Voice lingers, allowing the other to interpret that as he will. If Karma follows him, he can pick out what the smaller wears to dinner, if not – they can meet at the restaurant the other requested.

[zenith]

Karma allowed Nagisa to hang off of him. It really looked different, especially considering how unmatched they were in height. Karma knew that Nagisa had always wanted to be taller, but was that still the case? Or was the cerulean haired teacher happy with how short he was now? Karma never knew and he doubted that Nagisa would be that interested in telling him.

"And nah, they said that I would end up being a corrupt businessman," he recalled. "I'm not burly enough to be in the yakuza," he chuckled. There was some truth to that. Karma was more mischievous, but he was still on the thin side. Unlike someone like, Teresaka for example, Karma looked unusual, but he never looked like he would be a thug. "And I'm sure they are smart," he commented. "But if they put in effort, they wouldn't be here," he said. An embarrassing lesson that he had been taught by Koro-sensei. He remembered that effort was needed. Natural talent would only go so far.

Unlike with Nagisa, Karma didn't get fluttered so much by the romantic options. He knew what he wanted and he was quite willing to take it. And he felt that he wanted a nice young teacher today. "Nagisa? Of course I liked carrying you home. But well, I think that you enjoyed it too. After all, I am sure you allowed me too," he teased.. "You like me being in control."

"And as for what to wear?" He asked as he rubbed his chin. "No...I won't pick. I want you to surprise me. Wear something, let's say, revealing," he ordered with a wink as he turned around. "See you in, say an hour and a half?" He suggested as he walked back to his car.

This was a benefit to having an androgynous boyfriend. Japan was still very conservative, and his relationships with Nagisa would be frowned upon. But since Nagisa could pass as a woman, they could do a lot more in public than a normal homosexual couple could. Of course, he could disobey, (either the word or spirit], and wear something masculine. But that would be a punishable offense when they got home. Then again, Nagisa might want that. Hence why Karma wanted the surprise. He loved having fun with Nagisa.

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If there was one thing that Karma was absolutely right about – it was the fact that the smaller assassin fairly enjoyed when he lost control; when the fiery haired held that responsibility, and all he could do was sit there and take whatever was thrown his way. It’s not like Karma ever went too far, and if Nagisa actually felt like he couldn’t handle it, everything would come to a stop. At least, he assumed so. It hadn’t happened thus far. But he trusts Karma, with every fiber of his being. Still, the thought always seems to pull a blush to innocent features.

Pout sneaks to the smaller’s features when his lover disappears in the opposite direction, leaving the teacher to wander back to his own, small, home. It’s not far from the school, which allows plenty of time to make a very important decision – to dress in something feminine, something he hasn’t done since the last time he saw his classmate, as he seemed to like teasing him in that clothing a little too much – or to wear whatever he wanted, and show up with pants and a shirt. So many years had been spent trying to pull away from his mother’s feminine ways, only to be pulled back. Although, the feelings toward such clothing changed. No. He wore them now because he wanted to – for Karma – not because he was forced to.

The order sits in his mind as he showers, dries off and searches through his options. Something revealing? Fingertips crawl through the various designs, landing on the familiar skirt that seemed to taunt him since middle school. How fortunate that he hadn’t grown. Perhaps the one good thing about still being the same height and size. Stockings even. A quick change and the teacher is staring in a mirror, perhaps a little amazed at his own condition. Hands roam through light locks, adjusting them to make them look just a little more feminine. Turns out he’s in need of a haircut.

It takes a majority of the hour and a half for him to get ready. Maybe he even makes Karma wait a little bit, just to let him stew. But, it’s not long before the young instructor is walking through the doors of the other’s favorite Indian restaurant, soft smile settling on his lips as hues search for the other.

[zenith]

Karma was already there and was calmly looking through a menu. Truthfully, he knew what he wanted. He was going to order a curry rice, not feeling too adventurous today. His only regret was that the restaurant did not serve strawberry milk. Why was it that so few places actually served that delicacy? Shaking his head at that injustice, he looked through the menu, musing on any alcohol, before deciding against it. Although he could hold his liquor just fine, he was a bit worried about Nagisa. He was still on the small side and, whenever he went with Karma to a bar, Nagisa got so blackout drunk that he couldn't recall what happened the night before. The fact that Karma forced him to drink that way was probably only a coincidence. But, in all seriousness, Karma did not want to risk that the bluenette would reveal that he was really a guy. Nagisa was a teacher, and karma, a bureaucrat. That could be dicey for both of their jobs.



And then he saw Nagisa and smiled. "Welcome Nagisa chan," he said smiling as the kettle of tea he ordered was brought to them. It was still steaming hot and the waitress happily poured tea into their cups. Karma calling his friend "Nagisa chan" wasn't just teasing, but also a small signal that he would be treating Nagisa like his girlfriend tonight.



"It has been so long since we had time to go on a date," Karma said, please by Nagisa's costume. "And I love what you did with your hair," he added as he waited for Nagisa to sip his tea before Karma would partake in his. He wanted to be polite after all. "And how would you feel about going for a private walk after dinner?' he asked. More code, asking Nagisa if he wanted to do something dirty, probably something where Karma treated Nagisa like he was a toy.

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Familiar tone brightens features, movement easily bringing him to the seat across from Karma. Pink colors cheeks at the name – one that he’d become accustomed to, yet still caused some form of bashful nature. To the surrounding world, it would simply look like infatuation. But between them? The truth. A mixture of infatuation and timid personality intermingling into one.

Studying under a master killer had given the classmates a fair perception of surroundings – so, the walk to the table did little to help the little bit of modesty Nagisa thought he’d still held. A multitude of eyes observe, perhaps more hungerly than he would’ve liked, as he closes the distance between himself and his old peer. Fingers toy at the seam of the checkered skirt, legs carefully shifting to take his seat, hands only moving from his lap once he’s confirmed that the fabric won’t reveal his secret.

“I-It has been a while, Karma-kun.” Soft tone settles on the azure haired lips, smiling and canting his head gently to the side, a means to appear all the more feminine. The cup is gratefully taken, lifted to take a sip as the blushing hue colors his features once more at the mention of his hair. The coded conversation definitely catches his attention, a nod as the porcelain is placed on the table once again. Elbow sits on the table, chin resting in the little one’s open palm. Smile only seems to widen the more he watches the other. “I’d like that. Very much, Karma-kun.” Leg moves, body shifting to straighten just a bit, enough for him to reach out and allow his foot to move between Karma’s own legs. Free hand reaches out to take the other’s hand in his own. “I’m sure we can go enjoy a very long walk.”

[zenith]

Karma had to admit that, no matter how many times that he had seen it, Nagisa looked very much like a girl. Even if he was to ignore the fact that Nagisa had always been androgynous, his long hair and slender figure did the rest. And there were certain things that he would say in private, that he really couldn't say in public. Only a few things revealed Nagisa's true identity, and only those who knew what to look for. First was the cheek bones. They clearly were ones that belonged to a guy. Second was the general, not smoothness, but rather, the fact that his facial features had a rougher image than most girls' did. Not by a lot, by by enough. The third was the voice. Unless Nagisa took great care to sound feminine, and he sometimes did, his voice could give him away. Luckily, it sounded androgynous in general, but someone skilled could tell the difference. Still, the odds of that happening were slim.


"I look forward to it Nagisa-chan," Karma said with a small smile of his own as he sipped the tea. "I promise that it will be a very relaxing walk," he said. Although the twinkle in his eyes revealed that everything he said was a lie, and he knew that Nagisa would be able to recognize that. He knew Karma very well after all, and was very talented at observing other people at any rate.


Then, the waiter arrived, and placed a bowl of naan at the center of the table, and asked them what they would like to eat. Karma nodded his head. "The red curry rice please," he said as he handed the menu back to the waiter and waited for Nagisa to order. He was a bit curious about what Nagisa wanted. It was hard to tell what dining he enjoyed sometimes.