Rating: T

Genre: Action/ Adventure/Hurt/Comfort/ Friendship

Summary: Someone noticed Nagisa's unusual skill and decides to use it to their advantage. When Nagisa goes missing class E decides to take action only to find that their friend might not be exactly the same. Can the save him in time or is it too late to get him back?( set right after the God of Death arc).

A/N: Thanks for all the feedback, it was all encouraging. Thanks to all those who favorited, followed and reviewed. And I'm so sorry it took so long and such a short chapter too. I will be honest and say that I feel really guilty about it but I had major writer's block for this story and life has to go on(Work, school, learning to drive, a tree fell on my house( we're fine) and so many other things). I promise that I will finish this story but It might be while until the next update and I am really sorry about that. On the bright side I should be updating my other story soon. Please forgive my tardiness and lack of a long chapter.

I hope you enjoy anyway though.

Chapter 6: Insane Time

Nagisa's hand held him up as he made his way down the familiar hotel hallway, the gaudy carpet making him more nauseous than he felt. His head continued to spin and he slowly crawled forward with baby steps. He tripped and fell onto the carpet, gritting his teeth, he lifted himself up again, leaning against the wall once more. Blinking back tears of pain and confusion Nagisa stopped in front of a door, after a agonizing few feet, he had come to know for the past week. Nagisa reached out his hand only to fall forward into the door. It gave way under his weight and Nagisa fell into the room with a yelp.

The door flew open with a slam, the hinges squealing with the force, Nagisa crashed to the floor with a grunt. Panting hard, Nagisa gripped his shoulder while gritting his teeth in pain and slowly pulled himself to his feet, his legs wobbly, hair in his wide, dilated eyes.

( A yell and a slam of a door)

Nagisa gritted his teeth and hobbled further into the hotel room, his feet occasionally slipping on the cold hard wood under him.

(Wood floors of a classroom)

Sweat was beading on his face, neck , and the rest of his body and his lungs just couldn't get enough air.

(A explosion and being swept away by the current)

Nagisa shook his head to clear it, wincing at the pain it caused, and pushed open the door to the bathroom.

(Wincing at his reflection in the mirror . . . a dress. . . .)

Sitting on the sink was a blue leather bag, it's metal zipper closed tight. With trembling fingers Nagisa licked his lips in anticipation. Finally the medicine was in reach. The pain would be over and he could focus on pleasing his beloved Sensei.

(Blonde and black hair. . .A man and a woman. . . .yellow circle and a smile. . . )

Oh how he wanted to please that man, to show that he was worth of his lessons, his teaching and care.

Worthy of being saved.

( A tentacle patting his head in a loving way)

Panting through the smile on his chapped lips Nagisa fingers touched the cold metal, gripping the zipper with his index finger and thumb. The bag unzipped agonizingly slowly and Nagisa felt like he was going to scream from the slow movement.

( Zipping open a school bag, comics and textbooks inside. . . red hair and interests shown)

Trembling fingers ventured inside the cool lining of the bag, searching to the tale tale sign of a glass vial. A smooth surface toughed the pads of his finger and Nagisa smiled even wider, his eyes dilating more than they already were.

No more pain.

( "Remember class, if someone asks you to try something harmful. . . .")

Nagisa popped open the cork and downed the blue liquid inside with one big gulp, sighing in content as he felt it slide down his throat.

(". . . you should always say no.")

What?

("It is very bad for you. . . ")

What. . .

("We know, you dawn octopus!" Laughter and a smirk. . . )

What is. . .

( Drinking a soda with a red haired boy)

(Laughter, An Awkward silence. . . )

Nagisa gripped the side of his head, eyes wide.

(Red hair, smiles, a school uniform)

(Knifes and guns, having fun in the sun)

( A swimming pool)

( His friends)

(His mother's cruel eyes . . . )

(Dress. . . )

Why are the images not stopping? He took his medicine so why did they keep bombarding him like this?

("Nagisa-kun you should care more about yourself.")

Invading his mind with lies and deceit.

(" You'll find out eventually. . . that is if I don't blow up the earth first. Kukuku. . . ")

The pain raging in his head and making his want to throw up all over the tiled floor where he stood.

("We'll all assassinate him together!")

Why. . .

( Sweat dropping and his mouth open in exasperation)

Why. . .

(A group of student smiling at him, some trying not to show it)

Why. . . .

( "Hey, Karma-kun. . . ")

(A smile. . . )

("Nagisa-kun . . . ")

( A smirk)

Nagisa slid to his knees on the tile floor and his hands landed flat in front of him. Slowly, ever so slowly he moved his shaking hands up. . .

Nagisa gripped his hair and screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

Nagisa screamed until he ran out of air. He screamed out his anger, out his pain. Screamed until he could no more, screamed until he felt numb. Eyes wide open and dilated Nagisa got up from the bathroom floor, panting hard. He looked at his lose fingers before clinching them both into a tight fist. Turning his eyes to the mirror it showed his numb anger, his blood lust.

Oh.

Why didn't he see this before?

Really, it was obvious.

One obvious solution that he should have known way before this:

It's all their fault.

He was pathetic for not realizing sooner.

Every last one of those idiots back at that classroom. It was their fault.

It's funny really.

"Haha. . ."

They brainwashed him into seeing these lies, these unnecessary pictures in front of his eyes.

(A redhead showing a picture of him wearing girls clothes)

(Embarrassment)

To cause him pain and to doubt his beloved Sensei.

(A wide smile and a chuckle," We'll see!")

"They should all just die, ha. . . ha. . . ."

("Can you kill me before graduation? Kukukuku!)

Nagisa burst out laughing, his eyes filled with blood lust and insanity. He laughed at himself, at his situation, at everything. He laughed until his sides hurt from cramping up. He laughed until he had uncomfortable tears in his eyes. He laughed. . .

. . .and laughed. . .

. . . and laughed. . .

Breathing hard, Nagisa stared at his reflection once more, a smile on his face.

"They should all just die."

He's going to kill them.

Every last one of them.

He was going to make his beloved Sensei proud.

AN: That's all I got and Like I said I'm sorry about how short this is. Nothing would work for this chapter, every time I tried to write something it wouldn't come out right and I had to start over again. I really tried guys but this chapter hated me and I hated it.

So I decided to give this to you so that you guys can have a chapter and I can start with a fresh slate on the next chapter. It's for the best because I don't have to worry about the long update time and I can focus on the next chapter with more ease. Also I planned out the story a little bit more so it should be better but who knows guys. . . .

Anyway I hope you enjoyed anyway.

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