Alright everyone, I firstly warn you of the possible grammar mistakes that await you in this story. Please bear with it, I am still learning English :D

My name is Satsuki, I am sixteen years old and I love Ansatsu kyoushitsu (especially KARMA). I think that's enough.

Secondly, this fanfic is kind of AU because Asano and Karma are brothers but for some reason (which you are going to find out) they must keep it a secret.

This is going to be mostly fluff and angst and maybe it will follow the storyline of the original anime/manga. Though I will surely change some things. Or add some. Still not sure about that - I never think ahead XD (There might even be a complete nonsense)

I don't know what got into me - I just felt like writing this. However, I'm afraid I won't be able to update within 2/3 days like before. I hope you guys like it and please tell me your opinon about this story!

Just to make sure no one's cofused: The first few chapters will be flashbacks from one year ago when our main characters were in second years. So Karma's not in the E class yet.

Asano's P.O.V.

He was late.

It was 15:07 now and I still didn't see anyone coming. Usually, both of us met at this secluded place, hidden in the middle of probably nowhere, at exactly three p.m. Without fail. Could he be having some troubles? Or was he being followed? Not sure of what to do, I took out my phone to see if there was any message from him. None. So I already wanted to write him myself.

However, as I started typing the letters, I got a glimpse of red and immediately put the gadget back into my pocket, searching for the boy with my eyes.

And there he was - with a cut on his cheek and bruise on an arm. I couldn't see the bruise but judging from the way he let the limb down instead of putting it into his pocket, I could guess that it hurt to even move it.

"Karma," I walked towards him, examining every part of his body for any other injuries. "What the hell did you do? Another fight?"

The boy just clicked his tongue and wiped the blood away. "They were picking on senpai so I just stood up for him."

"Who 'they'?! What senpai? And anyway, did you have to fight again? I told you many times not to do stupid things," I sighed, taking out a handkerchief and some band-aids. This little idiot always got himself hurt - any time, any way possible, without fail - so I keep it for sure.

"I saw some assholes bullying a third year from class E so I went there and beat the shit out of them."

"Watch your language, kid," I scolded him while putting the band-aid on the side of his face.

"I am not a kid," he tried to grunt but didn't manage to as I was in the control of his facial muscles right now (I mean I was holding his face).

"You are one year younger than me."

"Theoretically not since I am in the same year as you."

"Skipping grades doesn't make you older, " And I patted his head to emphasize the height difference (seven centimeters).

Knowing that he won't win this argument, he gave up: "Touché,"

Having finished treating the wound, I narrowed eyebrows and flicked the latter on the forehead. He whined and started rubbing the spot which was now turning red.

"Who were the bullies? I mean which class," the very fact that he fought for a member of class E made me uneasy. His answer, however, made me feel something close to terror:

"Class A," the redhead mumbled, aware of how I would react.

Closing my eyes, I started out with a serious tone: "Speaking of shit, you just got into some."

"Wow, how did you figure that out, mister Know-it-all?" That stupid remark made me want to kill him but in this country, that was illegal. Such an insolent kid. Rebellious and violent to that. I guess the lack of supervision influenced him to the bad.

"You know your teacher or even the chairman is going to punish you for that," I said as we sat down on the grass.

Just by the way, this place was in the middle of forest which was easy to get in but hard to get out. That's exactly why we have chosen it. No one would ever dare to step into it, let alone go this deep in. Me and Karma are an exception though, as memorizing the way here was a piece of cake. Actually, we have memorized the whole forest.

And as for why we had to take such measurements - It was simple. We couldn't afford to let anyone find out about our blood relation. Not the students, the teachers and most certainly not our father. This was a complicated matter so for now, I will put that aside.

"Suspension at worst," my younger brother nodded, lying down. "But you know, Ono-sensei is a good person. He said that he would be on my side if I were right. And I were - bullying the weaker ones is ridiculous. If they want to pick a fight, why don't they choose someone strong?"

Dear God, this idiot was too childish and naive. First of all, that's just how this school works. Actually, this system is very effective and to look down on the failures - wasn't it fun?

Either way, that Ono-sensei of his was obviously just a fake who made use of the situation. Karma may be violent and uncontrollable but he is a genius. Even though he is barely thirteen - no one knows that by the way - he understands all of the stuff for fourteen years olds (me) and perhaps even further. We have it in our genes, most likely. Karma might just have been able to take over my rank number one in the school if he tried harder. But he won't because he is an arrogant, lazy ass.

Anyway, back to the subject - Karma was a wonderful way for that teacher to make himself a good name, having "brought up" a student with such terrific academical success.

"You shouldn't rely on that teacher. He doesn't sound trustworthy to me."

But the boy shook his head: "I trust him, he always supports me."

Well that was some surprise. He has never trusted anyone else besides me. And it kind of hurt my pride.

"Do you doubt my words?"

"No, I just believe in my own opinion and feelings. That's what you taught me, wasn't it?"

"I regret teaching you that. You would be much more obedient if I didn't," saying that in a joking manner, I ruffled his hair.

It was a nice change from the every day facade he had to keep. Not having to be the perfect council president. Not having to stay on guard. Or to pretend that I didn't see or even know my own brother.

"Hey, Asan-" Karma called me but I stopped him before he could say anything else.

"Cut the surname thing. We are alone now,"

And there it was. That smug, plotting grin.

"Yeah, right, onii-chan," He said with a sweet, playful tone. I made a disgusted grimace, feeling very sick. That was most definitely not what I meant.

"Ahaha, sorry. Should I call you Gakushu-nii if you insist on me being polite and respectful to my older brother? Or Gaku-niichan to make it more affectionate?"

Bleh.

Poking his side (he was ticklish), I teased him. "Only if you wish to be called Karma-chan from now on,"

"God I want to throw up.

Exactly.

And the two of us joined a staring contest. I don't know how but it turned out into a tickling war.

It has always been like this - me taking care of his health, he taking care of my sanity (now, it's not that easy to live under pressure with a gruesome father, is it?) and the two of us half-heartedly talking.

It was something we could never afford to do if we weren't together and alone. If we hadn't lied to everyone else - even our parents.

To summarize - dad and mom divorced when I was six and Karma five. They literally went after each other's neck. That having been decided by judges, the chairman (father) got me into his care and Karma stayed with mother. Though at that time, Karma's name was different.

We promised each other to stay in touch, secretly, and until now, we did so. In order to fulfill that promise, he had to get into the same school as me. As I was forced by the chairman to attend his school, he followed me.

And here's where the problem lies - if the chairman knew that Karma was his second son, who knows how he would react? Taking into account that he hated their mother, he would probably make the boy's life living hell.

I tried convincing him to go somewhere else, but - kids. And Karma especially. He didn't take a 'no' for an answer and applied anyway.

About the names - father didn't know the name Akabane - it was our mother's lover surname. For some reason, he didn't mind taking 'Akabane' but he despised his initial name given by mother. So he stuck with the thought up name Karma for ten years. To be honest, I liked it better too.

I think that more or less explains the situation. Nobody knows of this big lie of ours - mother is always overseas and we have been hiding this from father. Karma skipped one year to be in the same class as me, took exams to this school to be with me, learned Latin so that we would be able to speak with each other when needed (hardly anyone knows Latin so it was a perfect choice). Well, that was all many years ago when he was still a nice, (kind of if you didn't count the violence - he has always loved fighting. Though I do too.) innocent and cute kid.

He grew up into a rebellious shit.

(I actually remember how respectfully and affectionately he looked up to me?! Like he was all 'Gakushu-nii! Show me this! Let's go there! You are so amazing!' And now it's like: 'Fuck yourself, I'm gonna have it my own way"

Like... What the hell?!)

Okay, that's the end of chapter one!

I know, I know, it's super lame and and boring and eeeeeeh. I'm sorry, I don't know how to write it, I'm actually such a bad writer. Seriously.

But that does in no way mean I'm stop with this. Once I get something into my head, I can't stop XD