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Learning to 'See'	By : Kakashifan727 Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom, or any of its characters. AC is owned by Shounen Jump and Yusei Matsui. I make no profit off of this work.

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The first thing she noticed when she woke up was a distinct chill. It only took her a few sleepy seconds to figure out what was causing it, her eyes focusing on the empty space on the bed that was once occupied. So...He really did leave...Then what was...She ponders, the remnants of her dream slowly slipping away from her. She couldn't remember anything really about it, aside from the fact he was there. No matter how hard she tried to remember, nothing came to mind, her head laying against the pillow almost pitifully as she attempts to wake up. The thought left her a bit confused, her hands wavering slightly as she slowly began to remove the warm comforter and sit up. She didn't want to leave her nice bed; the chill starting to run through her once again as she remembered his gentle face.
"...That's right! I still have things I need to do..." She mutters to herself, the thought sending a pulse of adrenaline through her body. There was so much to do to prepare for her first job; and not too much time to do it, either. The small woman gingerly got out of bed, her bare feet plodding against the cold, hardwood floor of her room. It was quite silent apart from the sound of her own steps as she walked towards the door, only confirming her suspicions that she was the only person in the apartment. Well...I might as well take a quick shower first...Aguri reasoned, trying to find a good way to get her day going. So she plodded towards her tiny bathroom, the lights flickering on after a quick press of the switch; though her attention was drawn to the small table mirror on the counter.
"... I'll have to cover that up later..." She mutters, looking at the large blemish on her face that still had not fully healed after last night, a yawn erupting out of her mouth as she sleepily began to remove her clothing. Thankfully it only took her around fifteen minutes to shower and dry herself off, wrapping a towel quickly around her slightly wet body before she went back into her bedroom. Going to her closet, the small woman quickly picked out her outfit that she had prepared earlier that week; one of her favorite shirts and some simple bottoms. She rather liked the outfit, though the voice in the back of her mind told her that her fiancé would disapprove of it, as he usually did. Why should I care what he thinks anymore? I don't have to work for him, so he can't slap me around just for wearing my shirts! She argued with herself, shutting the closet door and walking out into the hallway of her apartment.
"Hmm?" The first thing she noticed was how neatly everything was placed. No longer were the papers in a disorganized jumble around the couch, and they were even separated nicely for each child. Curious, Aguri began to carefully leaf through the bundles of questions, an odd feeling welling up inside her as she did so. She knew who had done it of course; there was no doubt of that. The main thing she wondered was why? The teacher could only feel warmth spreading through her body at that thought; she knew why, though part of her believed she was only imagining things. She wanted to believe in her indulgent fantasies, as incredulous as they might be. Yet it was with a heavy sigh that she shook the thoughts out of her mind, surprise running through her as she examined the question packets more closely. Every question had been tailored for all of them...This is better than I could do, for sure. Well...I suppose that's settled; now to eat breakfast and get going! She reminds herself, quickly moving away from the leaflets to inspect the inside of her fridge.
"Tch...Running out of milk...and eggs...I might have to go shopping this week..." She mutters to herself, disappointed at the meager amount of food. Still, Aguri was able to whip up something simple to eat, even going so far as to use the leftovers for lunch. It wasn't because she was poor that she did so; she thought of herself as doing well off considering her job. It was just easier for her in the long run to scrimp and save. Quickly packing the leftovers into a container, the teacher only sighed as she gathered up the leaflets and laptop, heading out the door...
"You'll have to do better than that, nyuhuhu!" He taunts, using his superior speed to easily dodge the gunfire headed his way. The fighter jet only increases its pace, still no match for him even at his lower speeds as he soared through the air. He lazily followed the jet, even going so far as to circle around it a couple times while effortlessly dodging the spread of machine gun fire. The pilot inside could only stare at him in a mixture of frustration and incredulity; The Reaper only offering a small wink in response. They had no idea who, or what, they were dealing with.
I guess they just don't get it, huh? He thought, considering his predicament. This was the second fighter jet to come after him; the fourth attempt on his life at the moment. Surely, he figured, the military would have known better by now. He had easily dispatched his previous foes, a simple platoon of what they had called 'the best' officers in Japan, even being gracious enough to do without using lethal force. Then again, that was more so they could live to tell the tale and not mess with him further, than any idea of sparing the fools. The octopus figured he would do the same for this pilot, but first he would show him exactly what the man was dealing with. If he could deal with a couple heavy artillery tanks, a jet like this was nothing at all. So, he easily flew in front of the jet's continuous stream of gunfire, watching with an odd fascination as he saw the pilots expression turn from one of surprise to glee.
"Yes! Wait, huh?" He could watch the man's mouth move, clearly able to hear his muffled exclamation of surprise through the dome of the cockpit. The metal bullets were no obstacle to him now; they merely felt like a gentle poke or tickle against his skin. He could feel his skin heat up at the contact, an odd sensation and one that he was not yet fully used to, the metal easily congealing into a medium sized sphere. He held the thing aloft before the pilot, who only stared back at him with widening eyes, his face gaunt as rivulets of sweat dropped down his face.
"See? I told you before; you have no idea what I'm capable of. Now, I suggest you leave before I start to get serious." He limply threatened, not really wanting to hurt the man, only hoping to scare him off with idle threats. It seemed to have worked, the jet easily retreating and vanishing from his sight after a few moments. He sighed, partly from exhaustion and partly from something else. The Reaper was tired, that much he could admit, of dodging the constant barrage of attacks that came his way. They didn't seem to stop anytime soon, either, taking today into consideration.
"Well...at least Aguri isn't put into any danger. I don't think I could forgive myself if something happened to her because of me..." He muttered, his thoughts going back to the small teacher for a moment. He could still remember the feeling of her in his arms—or rather tentacles—her breathing slow and steady as she slept at his side, warmth filling his being at the thought. How he wished he could be with her now! But that would be irresponsible and dangerous on his part. So he ignored the dull ache in his heart, telling himself that being selfish would only hurt her in the long run. He didn't doubt the government or that sly Yanagisawa would use her to catch him. After all, what was the life of one human woman against the entire planet? For them, it would be an easy and logical decision. For him, imagining her in that helpless state left him feeling powerless and guilt ridden.
"Oh, snap out of it! Aguri's fine; she can take care of herself. I should worry more about myself. I'll need somewhere to live...and food, too." He pondered, considering his options. Of course he could always steal food using his speed, and previous experience. Being born poor had taught him how to fight to survive, and that often meant taking from those who had more. A loaf of bread there, a carton of milk there could go a long way for starving, malnourished six year old. Yet that was a long time ago, and he highly doubted he'd need to use such methods again, even without access to any of his old funds or bank accounts. Well, he'd figure it out as he went along, he supposed, watching the clouds drift lazily in the sky...
Why don't they see the gravity of the situation? Those damn fools! The scientist mentally remarks, trying to keep the exasperated expression on his face from showing to the older men in front of him. He felt the veins on his temple throb in anger, his frustrations with what the country considered its top military network reaching its limit.
"...Relax, Yanagisawa-san. We understand the gravity of the situation; we are the ones who hired you to take on that experiment in the first place. Still, to think that the test subject could escape like that...after all the precautionary measures we took. Our troops alone are not getting anywhere either; tanks, jets, missiles, nothing we do seems to work. The power of antimatter is not one to be underestimated..." One of the older men remarked, folding his wrinkled hands over each other as he leaned back in his chair. Yanagisawa could only grind his teeth in frustration, gesturing to the presentation behind him, attempting to gather himself long enough to speak his thoughts once more.
"I'm sure you've seen what the other subject did to the moon! That was only a mouse; think of the damage this fool could cause...We need to find and contain him, now! For the sake of the country—no, the entire planet!" One of the other men at the large table clears his throat, a rough, harrowing couch echoing throughout the small room. All eyes are fixed on him for a moment, before he also begins to stand.
"What exactly do you suppose we do? Going by the analysis you've showed us, even the best military equipment in Japan won't be enough to stop that thing. I think we may have to let some of the bigger countries in on this...Maybe they can help." He states, causing one of the other men seated nearby to slam their fist on the table.
"Nonsense! If Japan was able to create such a monster, we surely have the means to destroy it! Scientist, weren't you the main man responsible for the project?" Yanagisawa only responds with a curt nod, quickly turning back to the presentation on the wall.
"Yes...And I know of more than a few ways to get rid of it. If you could just permit me to...atone for my...mistake by being in charge of this operation, I will see it done." He answers, causing several of the men to nod in agreement, though he could still see their brows furrowed in frustration. This was the chance he was looking for; to take out that damnable assassin for ruining his experiment and his pride. No one played Kotaro Yanagisawa for a fool. No one.
"Tch...I don't really like it, but for now it's the best we have until we get the other nations aboard. We'll give you access to any funding and materials you need. On one condition. That monster must be killed in two weeks; no less. We must keep this a national secret for now until we can convene with the other world powers on a way to destroy this thing."
"Of course...I won't fail you. It will be as good as dead."
Time seemed to move exponentially fast for her, minutes turning to hours and the hours blending into days. Aguri thankfully was kept busy by her schoolwork, her other job no longer an option due to the secretive nature of the failed project. Surprisingly, she hadn't heard word from her fiancé about the job, though Aguri put it out of her mind for now; she assumed she would eventually. All the better; she didn't want to come into contact with him just yet, still quite angry with him. She wasn't so sure what she would do if she saw her fiancé again. The Reaper was true to his word; he hadn't come to see her at all since that day, and she felt heartbroken, though she understood why. It would be best for the two if they did not interact, she knew that. Yet, her mind was often consumed with thoughts of him, mostly for his well being. Where was he now? Was he safe? She dabbled on these ideas constantly while she lay in bed, worried for him.
It had been at least four days since her last meeting with either of the two men, Aguri busy cleaning her apartment after a long day of teaching. Making lunch and dinner for herself every day to save costs had meant the kitchen was seemingly a little more grimy than usual; the teacher surmising the whole place could finally use a good scrubbing while she was at it. Hearing footsteps from outside her apartment walls, she tensed in alarm for a moment, the tiny rag she was using to wash the kitchen counter going slack in her hand as she felt her pulse quicken. The steps finally stopped at her door, the chime of the bell causing her to stand up from her work, even though her hands were wet up to the forearms from cleaning.
She answered the ringing door to her apartment, a slight twinge of hope fluttering in her heart as she opened the door. That hope was dashed as she saw a familiar sneering face, cold eyes examining her once again and making her feel useless. She could feel her heart rate increase, a mixture of surprise and fear. She didn't like this man, and had known him long enough to understand that his coming here was not for her sake. Everything he did was often for himself, which saddened her; if he could only learn to appreciate and trust others, maybe he would not have grown to become so callous and selfish. However, Aguri wasn't so foolish to think she could change him; she had tried for the past year or so they had been together, her efforts fruitless since he saw her as nothing more than a tool for using.
"Yanagisawa-san?" The man only clicked his tongue at her in annoyance as his eyes raked over her small form, his eyes as cold and calculating as he began to speak.
"Aguri...How have you been?" She was surprised at his question, though she recognized the disinterested tone of his voice as she only stared at him in confusion. Maybe he had actually come to apologize, she hoped, though the back of her mind told her to be wary. He never really bothered to come see her before, only making the sparse visit on occasion, so why do it now? A frown settled on her face, the fear and anger from their last encounter still weighing heavily in her mind.
"What do you want? I'm busy, if you don't mind...Sorry, now isn't a good time; I'm in the middle of cleaning my apartment." She responds, half-heartedly making up an excuse for him not to come inside. She really didn't want to see him; even now she could feel his callous gaze bore into her, judging her for simply being. The man frowned at her words, crossing his arms over each other.
"It won't take long. I...have some things I wish to discuss with you." She blinked, confused for a moment on what possibly brought him here just to talk. He easily walked next to her into the small apartment, another noise of disapproval erupting out of his mouth as he took in the place.
"...Still as small and suffocating as ever. You've had this apartment for four years, almost. Don't you think it's about time for a change?" He comments, causing the teacher to let out a small sigh at his remark. Maybe he was trying to sound concerned, she told herself, though he had an odd way of going about it. He wasn't very good at complimenting other people without it sounding like an insult. She only turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly in anger at the trail of dirt he left on her floor.
"...What do you need from me, exactly? I told you before, I don't want to be with someone like you..." She states clearly, her eyes burrowing into the taller man as she turned her head to look at him. She felt an odd jab at her side then, the sensation of something cold being pressed against her torso causing her to look down. The metal barrel of a gun was pressed into her side, his hand clearly on the trigger, making her heart pound with fear. Just what was he doing? His eyes bore into hers, and she could feel the menacing hatred there, just pure anger and something else she could not describe.
"Ah, but you see, Aguri...I need you."
A/N: Don't worry, Aguri isn't going to be a plot device/damsel in distress; I'd rather that role go to Korosensei lol.
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