Chapter 1

A blinding light crept it's way into Nagisa's room, causing him to groan.

Another day to live.

Another day to work.

Another day to argue.

Another day to assassinate.

The blunette sighed as he snuggled into the fluffy pillow and soft bed sheets his bed provided, breathing in his own scent.

Unfortunatly, the sun objected to his plans of staying in for another 5 minutes or so and began to shine right in his face. On top of that, Nagisa heard his mother's heels clacking in the kitchen. He sat up lazily, checking his clock with drowsy eyes.

After regaining some energy, Nagisa froze. The time read 6:30. With a yelp of surprise, he quickly grabbed his blue towel and some boxers, making a bee-line to the bathroom connected to his room.

The blunette had a strict rule he had to follow in the morning.

Be on time to breakfast, or you get none.

He had to be by the dining table by 6:50 sharp, if not, no breakfast and a punishment from his mother. School started around 8 am, but his mom always claimed that it was better to be very early so he could become a "role model student." It made him laugh sometimes.

Nagisa was the lowest of the low. He attended class 3-E, the worst class in a very prestige school. The class held delinquents and the low graded. If you were sentenced to class 3-E, your reputation and life would be over. There was no way to recover from such a low rank.

Nagisa wasn't a delinquent, he just wasn't the smartest. His mind was usually elsewhere, and he had many other things to worry about.

The blunette rushed out of the shower, pulling on the school dress attire. He quickly brushed his teeth and grabbed his school bag and rushed to stand straight and tall at the dining table. He stood for maybe about a second, before scanning his eyes to a clock. 6:49. He just barely made it.

"Oh, good morning, Nagisa!" said his mother in a cheery tone. Nagisa forced a smile and said a small, "good morning." His mother was busy making breakfast, too focused in what she was making to look up.

His mom happened to be one of his biggest problems. She was very strict, and would punish Nagisa everyday. She would always find something to bug him with, and if she wasn't his mother, he would have already snapped.

The blunette is an assassin-in-training. Even though the 3-E class is bullied and rumored horrific, the lessons and teachers weren't. Yet.

Class 3-E was different than any other class. They are assassins kept secret by the government. They're goal is to kill they're teacher, Koro-Sensei, a yellow, alien-looking creature. He blew up almost all of the moon, and threatened to blow up earth as well. He made an agreement with the government soon after, saying that he will hold back the end of the world if he gets to teach one class. If one of the students can kill him, they're saved. But, if the school year comes to an end, they're all as good as dead.

His mother slowly turned around and her smile soon turned into a frown. "Nagisa, what are you wearing?"

He looked down at his clothing before cringing. He forgot.

His mother always wanted him to be a girl. When he was born, she was quite disappointed to see her only child was not a girl but in fact a boy. To make up for it, she made him grow out his hair and wear girl clothing.

When Nagisa first entered class 3-E, he started to put up his hair into two small ponytails that scrunched at the top. His mother was disappointed at the hair change, but didn't punish him. As long as his hair remained long she would let it pass. But that wasn't the same about his clothing.

She made him go to school in girl school attire. He kept it to himself, but he would always pack an extra set of clothes to change into while he waited for school to start. He was always first, making it easy to rush into the bathroom, change, and head out like he did not just change at all. When he got home, he would just change into his pajamas since his mom usually worked late.

He totally forgot to change into his "school clothes." His mother was in shock. She looked at him, blinked, then turned dark. Nagisa was afraid of his mom. She would get dark and scary when she was upset or things didn't go her way, and it happened every single day.

Dark clouds seemed to be forming around her, her normal navy blue eyes turned ten shades darker as she glared at the blunette.

"Nagisa..." she said lowly. He squeaked and back up a bit.

"Y-yes?" His mother set her hand down on a chair to steady herself before she flung herself at her son.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her perfectly manicured nailed into his skin. He yelped in pain and in shock, feeling something wet start to pool on his shoulder. Blood.

His mother started to scream. "How dare you do this to me! You're a girl, Nagisa! Dress like one! Is it because you hate me? Is that it?! Answer me! You're a beautiful girl, Nagisa! Don't you understand?! I only want what's best for you!" She pushed him roughly back, causing him to trip on a stray floor board. He felt a sharp pain on his tail bone.

"Change! Immediately! No breakfast for you! No lunch either!"

He quickly nodded and said "I'm sorry, mom!"

He never ran to his room faster. He pulled on a skirt and dashed downstairs. He didn't mind that he missed breakfast. He wouldn't be hungry after that.

Without saying goodbye, he rushed out that door and ran to the train station. He checked the clock and saw it read 7 am. He sighed.

His mom wasn't the only thing on his mind. At school, not only was he bullied for being in class 3-E, he was also bullied for his long hair and how much he resembled a girl.

Nagisa rode the train in sadness. None of his friends were on the train because it was so early. When the train stopped, the blunette hopped off. Instead of walking towards the big school, he went the other direction. Class 3-E was not in the school, but on a big mountain. The students had to climb the many stairs just to reach the class. It was separated because kids didn't want to be near the the E class, or nicknamed, the End Class.

Nagisa sighed as he climbed the steps, each one making him go into his own world of thoughts.

When he reached the top, no one was there. He quickly rushed inside the building. He checked the teachers lounge and as he suspected, no one was there. People started to show up around 7:45. The time read 7:29, leaving the blunette to change in silence. As he pulled off his skirt, a sharp pain striked his tail bone. He straightened up quickly and winced. Oh that's right. I fell on my tail bone. No doubt there was going to be a bruise.

The small boy bruised like a peach.

As he pulled up his pants, he checked the mirror. He fixed his hair until something else caught his eye. His shoulder was cover with a red liquid. His eyes widened. I thought I imagined the blood! He peeled off his shirt carefully, inspecting the deep wound. It stung as the air finally caught to it. He sucked in a breath and released it shakily. What should he do?

He walked around into the teachers lounge again, going through the lost and found. He found a shirt, but it was a few sizes too big. It'll have to do.

With that, he threw his old shirt into his bag and walked back outside, pretending like he just arrived.

The small boy sat down on the steps, sighing. It wasn't long until a tentacle was in his sights. He sat up and put on a fake smile, greeting his teacher.

"Good morning, Koro-sensei."

Koro-sensei's usual grin was plastered on his face. "Good morning, Nagisa-kun. I'm surprised that every morning you manage to beat me, even with my Mach 20 speed!"

Nagisa let out a fake chuckle. "Heh, I guess I can beat you at something."

Soon, the class started to pile in, one after the other. The occasional yawn or 'good morning' was heard as the End Class found their seats. Nagisa sat by the window, greeting his friend Kayano as she bounced to him.

"Morning Nagisa! How are you?" Nagisa was jealous of how carefree and happy she sounded.

"Morning. I'm doing fine, Kayano. Thanks for asking." She smiled at him before finding her seat next to him. Then, a certain somebody entered, being "fashionably late."

Karma Akabane himself entered with a yawn, catching the attention of all of the class. Karma was a bit more stranger than us. He was the biggest delinquent in the class, but was incredibly smart. His good looks were charming but his attitude was frightening. When we were little, Karma and I were best friends. We talked everyday, but now, he seemed to be keeping his distance. We talked sometimes, and we respected each other's space and called each other classroom friends. Many were intimidated by Karma. The red head made his way to his seat, smirking as he realized he had an audience watching him. He glanced over at me, and gave me one of his signature smirks and a wave. I smiled back, feeling happy that he was in a good mood.

Koro-sensei then entered, waving his tentacles while he started the lesson. I sighed and got out my notebook.