Hey everyone~~ Sorry for the long wait! I've been really busy with school and stuff...But hey I'm back and about to finish this! So lets go! Beforehand,however, lemme just say a couple things.

I've gotten a lot of positive reviews overall, but I've recently recieved a very rude review and I'd like to say my piece on it. I'm not going to name names but I just felt the need to defend my writing and such. 3

Yes, I incorperate some cliches. Of course I do, it's kinda hard to avoid doing that when there are literal thousands of fanfics around about the same pair. So pleassssse do me a favour and find a fanfic that you deem "original enough" to satisfy you instead of posting negative comments on MY fanfics. 3 I've had a lot of issues going on since I last updated and lets just say that this depressed me a bit more than I already have been and I kindly ask you one last thing.

Is your ass jealous of the shit coming out of your mouth? /3

Nagisa abruptly remembered his dream and took a quick step away. Karma glanced up with a raised eyebrow and confused expression. A moment later, Nagisa had stepped back up to the box and lifted the cloth inside. A dank, putrid smell exploded and permiated the entire room. Karma covered his nose with his sleeve. Nagisa shivered and gagged, but pulled the blood soaked cloth out. How anyone had managed to get this through the mail was beyond them. A notebook, the pages stained with varying bodily fluids, fell from the inside of the cloth.

"The hell...?"

Nagisa picked it up carefully, afraid he'd get some sort of infection from it. Opening to the first page, he dropped it. The page was almost blackened by incoherent writings. Blood was splattered onto the page in multiple places, along with a strange yellow stain. Nagisa could only assume what it was.

"Don't touch it."

Karma took the broom from their kitchen and pushed it out into the road. Using matches from the kitchen, he lit it on fire. He brought the box out and sat it on top of the flames, and soon there was a small blaze. Karma went back inside and locked the door.

Meanwhile, Nagisa was scrubbing his hands. He'd already washed them to the point that they bled, and Karma tugged his hands out from under the water and tried to bandage them.

"Karma,I'm scared."

"W-We've dealt with worse Nagisa,"Karma was uncharacteristically stammering. "Re-Remember Takaoka? Your mother?"

"Karma-"

"We-We've been through worse and-"

"Calm down!"

"Don't give me that shit!"

"What are we supposed to do? The police have already done all that they can!"

"They need to do more!"

"I'm not fighting you about this,Karma! They've done the best they can! If you're so scared, then I'll leave! They want me, not you!"

Nagisa lunged at Karma, knocking him to the floor. They rolled and fought and Nagisa ended up on the bottom, a panting Karma on top.

"You aren't leaving!"

"Watch me!"

Nagisa pushed Karma away and dashed out the door. Karma was up and chasing him, but Nagisa was faster. He lost track of the smaller boy.

"Fuck!"

Running through the town that had recently been bombed late at night wasn't a good idea, Nagisa decided, halfway through his running. Of course Karma would probably not find him, but he was now lost in the worst part of their city. He wouldn't doubt that someone would catch him or drug him or something worse. He honestly wouldn't put it past anyone in this area.

His mind was screeching for him to turn around. Instead of listening to himself and turning back to go to his warm, nicely lit apartment and be with Karma and apologize, he forced himself to keep walking. He didn't know where he was supposed to go,or when he'd go back to his house.

"Hey, little girl!"

He sped up, only to be rough housed and shoved against a brick wall a moment later. His head crashed against the bricks and my god, did it hurt.

"W-What do you want?"Nagisa tried to channel anger in his voice, to trigger his surprising strength. "I'm not a girl."

The guy, who looked suspiciously familiar, made a "tsk" noise and slung Nagisa to the ground. His head and back scraped against the wall behind him. He could feel himself bleeding.

"He'd best stay the fuck away from you,"Karma finally appeared, jacketless and clasping a knife. He folded the blade and stuck it back in his pocket. "Lets go home."

"K-Karma,why?"

"Why,what?"

"Why do you always run after me?"

"Because I care a lot about you Nagisa. More than you think anyone does."

"You shouldn't."

Nagisa accepted his helping hand, allowing himself to be pulled back to his feet. Karma lead him around for a bit and finally, they reached the street again. Nagisa's shirt was ripped in the back and covered in blood. His head pounded and his feet didn't want to go where he told them too. Karma had to lead the dizzy, smaller, terrified boy around. And they still got into trouble.

Nagisa didn't know what was happening when it happened. A hand wrapped itself around his wrist and wriggled into his hair. Karma was knocked down and tugged along. By then, Nagisa barely knew he was in the world. A familiar laugh resounded.

God, why did everything seem like it'd happened before?

Glass. A solid, concrete floor. They crashed onto that floor and somehow they managed to bind the two boys in handcuffs and some sort fiberglass rope. It stung for them to move. Nagisa blacked out to the sound of Karma screaming to be set free.

When he awoke, he was in agony. Everything hurt like hell, and the face he was met with was alarmingly close and recognizable. The post man.

"Hello, Shiota-kun. Welcome to your own personal hell~!"

Nagisa couldn't say a word. He didn't understand. Usually in these situations he blacked out and couldn't remember what he did, but now, it was simply as if all his fighting spirit, all his strength had left him. The person he was being faced with was terrifying, solely because he'd seemed like a regular person before. Now he had the face and eyes of a mad man. His entire body twitched spastically.

"Your friend is out on the floor, watching. As long as you cooperate, we won't harm him and you'll be free once we have our fun."

Nagisa endured everything. Within a week, they did what they'd promised, but niether of them would be the same. Police were called for them again when a bloodied, broken Nagisa and a weeping Karma were found in a dumpster. Hospitals again.

"You've nearly bled to death..."Karma murmured, sitting next to Nagisa's bed in intensive care. He only had minor scrapes and rope burns, as promised. Nagisa however, couldn't be in worse shape. He wasn't even breathing without help. He'd flatlined twice. Karma was terrified that it was the end of his best friend. He'd been placed there only because he wasn't able to make himself walk. A wheelchair. His own personal hell. Just as they'd told both him and Nagisa.

Koro-sensei caught their torturers. Needless to say, he'd been angry, and the two men, the ones Nagisa had dreamed of a few weeks prior, were long dead now. If Koro hadn't killed them, Karasuma would've. If he hadn't, Bitch-sensei would've. If she hadn't, Karma would've taken it upon himself to do the job.

The entent of Nagisa injuries ran deep. While Karma suffered shock and varying infected wounds, Nagisa had been whipped. His fingernails were torn out, his hair hacked off to be about as short as Karma's. More ribs were broken than in the first incident. Seven total. Internal bleeding, external wounds. He'd be scarred for life. Both of them would be.

"He's gotta live,"Karma murmured.

No one else was allowed in the room. None of their classmates, just Karma's parents one time, and Karasuma the next. Karma tried to get up to go take a piss, only for his legs to continuously shake so bad that he fell on his face and just lay there. By the time the nurses arrived, he'd passed out and Nagisa was gone. One slept for moments, while the other most likely would sleep forever.

"Fuck you!"Karma stomped on the graves, throwing any memorial flowers around and almost knocking the headstones over. "Fuck you!"

He couldn't make himself say anything else; he couldn't think of anything that they actually deserved to have said to them. He stopped only for a moment, bloody fist raised to punch one of the stones again. Creaking wheels crunched through the frosted grass. A hand placed itself on his shoulder from a far shorter height. He was shaking.

"Calm down, Karma."

And he simply sank down into the grass. His pants were wet now, but he couldn't care less. His hands went to his face and gross sobs echoed through the graveyard. Nagisa patted his back, his own flushed face stained with tears.

"They did this to you..."

"Did what? Nothin's changed."

"Nagisa, you can't even walk! Everything's changed! The classroom...you can't help with the assassination classroom..."

"Who the hell told you that."

"It's obvious."

A mix of blood and tears dropped onto the ground. White frost was red. Nagisa shrugged.

"Just because I can't move too much doesn't mean that I can't do anything. Keep in mind Karma, we lived. We should appreciate that."

"Stop being so cliche, asshole!"

"Karma-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Nagisa went silent, then wheeled himself a little ways away.

"We went through all that and now we argue more than anything. I guess it wasn't worth fighting, was it?"

"No, not at all."

"Well, what's stopping us from running away from our problems now? I already gave it a shot once. You're the only thing that held me back."

"...I like the idea."

"Then let's leave this all behind."

Two more.

AND THATS THE END WHOO.

GOD THAT TOOK SO LONG.

INTERPRET THE ENDING HOW YOU WANT.

IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT HOLY CRAP.

OH MY GOD

FIRST COMPLETED FANFIC.

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