Based from the song Karakuri Burst. I own nothin ~ pairings will be KarmaGakushu and perhaps like, one sided Nagisa x Karma. Unsure, got no idea what will happen, but oh well! owo)b

sorry for the many errors, spelling errors, whatever errors and OOC-ness

"Karma!" Screeched Nagisa as he desperately tried to reach towards his friend, his young frail body having no impact on the burly man that hauled him over their shoulder. The only sight that his horrified blue eyes could see was the blood that scattered the ground, giving the area a metallic scent. The sounds of bones breaking and the high pitch screams coming from a nine year old pierced themselves into his mind. Shattering the mind of the 8 year old.

"Karma!" His throat went dry but tears continued to stream from his puffy eyes. The walls in the crooked old house was falling down, surely cracking and crumbling with each passing second. The terror that Nagisa felt in his bones overwhelmed him as he saw a motionless eye roll painfully slowly towards him, the familiar colour of warm gold rapidly dimming down, with dust sticking to the eyeball - reducing it to a dim broken toy.

"Karma!"

Sweat trickled down Nagisa's back as he stared at the flickering light in his small room. The barred window only allowing several streaks of light to slip in, reminding him in a sickening fashion that he was a prisoner trapped, a snake behind bars that he could no longer slip through. The bare empty feeling of the room was a constant reminder of how his own heart felt as the scene kept replying itself in his mind.

Blood. Screams. Anguish. Horror. Fear.

"No!" He yelled out, his voice sounding broken, as he jerked forward, his hands gripping his head, tugging his hair as he tried to rip away the thoughts, to scratch them away, to bury them all ten feet under - to bury those nightmares alive. The pain, the terror he felt, it was all still present. No matter how many times he tried to get rid of them, they would always stay there like a nuisance they were. Hours and days already molded itself into one, his sense of time was broken.

"Broken already? Such a shame, and you're only ten as well," cooed a sickening voice as Nagisa's eyes snapped open, his eyes staring darkly at the figure that stood before him. Time. Two years has passed already it seems from the words that the man spoke. But the information was hallow for the blue haired boy, it was nothing important. Nothing that could help him.

"I'm not broken," he spoke up weakly, his figure trembling as he curled his knees into his arms, his head hidden away as he heard the soft jingle of keys as the rusted metal door opened. The crude laughter from the older man sending shivers up Nagisa's spine as he felt the towering presence of him inch closer and closer towards his fragile body.

"Is that so?" Grinned the man as he grabbed locks of Nagisa's hair, forcing the boy to make eye contact with the man, his piercing blue eyes staring into the soul of the man, shocking him to the core. But that wasn't what frightened him the most, as he quickly dropped the boy before flinching back whilst keeping his eyes trailed onto the knife that was placed between Nagisa's broken lips. With the blade dropping to the boy's hands before being flung with a clear aim towards the man's heart.

Analyzing the figure, Nagisa made his way towards the motionless body carefully, keeping his eyes alert for any sudden movement. The hallow cage was quiet, with no sound of anything but the barely audible footsteps and the light sound of breathing from Nagisa's lips. It was cold.

Picking up the crimson dyed knife from the broken body, Nagisa wiped it clean using the filthy white shirt of his victim. Sending one last glance towards the body, he made his way out. Leaving the weak dying man to have his last minutes as his blood soaked the cobble ground, leaving his body cold. Soon enough, he'll just be a rotten corpse, but not much of a difference, as he was already a rotten being to the core.

"Mission success."

Snakes.

They were all surrounding him, hissing taunts into his mind as Nagisa sat quietly in his room. The sound of their hisses were calming, but their words were meaningless. Ten years old, is an age that they gave him - a number just to record on papers. But behind the wide eyes and petite figure, was a being that held enough knowledge to be deemed as an assassin with a force to be reckoned with.

Eight years old, that was when his life began to twist around so suddenly. When he first saw bloodshed and pain, as well as the horrors that lurked within the darkness of the world. With the innocence in his eyes dimming down with each passing second as he watched his nine year old friend scream in agony.

The world is a bitter place. And to survive in it, you have to be strong.

"Jelavić-san ," muttered out Nagisa as he turned his eyes towards the half closed door, spotting a woman grinning as she held a small book in her hands, her eyes were cloaked over, showing no emotion.

"Nagisa-kun," she cooed as she plopped herself next to the young boy, her grin everlasting as she gave the boy the book. Her hands were delicate and smooth, but all Nagisa could see was the blood stained on them. "There's a new mission in Japan in two years time, by then you have to be able to speak the language fluently," she informed him sharply, her grin turning into a small smile.

All Nagisa did was nothing, he just stared towards the wall where a sole shelf hanged itself crookedly, with only one item placed on it. A rotting golden eye hovering in a glass jar of water.