Sum: Nagisa's a hit man turned middle schooler, he's sort of dissapointed but satisfied with his new found normal life. But, of course an alien from who knows where just had to crash the moon and be his homeroom teacher to boot. Fantastic. Sort-of AU.

A/N: wow, it's been such a long time since I last saw assclass, um, this is kinda the chapter-ed version of a fanfic i wrote like 2 years ago under my old account named his life once upon a time. But be warned, only the fact that Nagisa's a former assassin counts, the rest is different, this story is humor. Plus I haven't written a fic for months i dont even, uh...

Disclaimer: I don't own ansatsu kyoushitsu!
Warning: Nagisa is not a badass, more like a confused, awkward, androgynous guy.

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All Nagisa had ever wanted was to live normally, be a kid, not kill people on daily basis, of course, with a few zeroes in his bank account and about twenty backup plans he did just that.

It wasn't easy to fool his boss, being a boss and Nagisa's pseudo parent, he probably knew Nagisa better than anyone, except Nagisa himself. He planned it for months, plotting day and night and trough through his missions -thank God for his ability to think really hard and kill people at the same time- he thought about his boss' allies and whom he could trust to aid his escape, which is of course large in number considering just how many people hates his boss' guts.

When Nagisa was thinking about his next destination of life, he figured he is not actually Italian -where he's been living all his life- judging from his name, he's Asian, or more specifically, Japanese. So there, his next destination in life, the chances of anybody recognizing him there was nil, perfect place to start with a new, clean slate.

Nagisa waited for a long time, he probably was thirteen or something, playing the obedient assassin- if somebody told his boss he's about to escape the boss would've laughed, of course little cobra who loved his job so much wouldn't even think of quitting it right? Wrong. As soon as the mansion Nagisa's living at was empty, he sabotaged every security devices there was and literally jumped through the window for dramatic effects.

And with a borderline hysterical smile, Nagisa boarded his private jet to Japan.

Home sweet home normality.

xxxx

Some people actually thought he was an elementary school student and asked him for his parents when he walked through the streets, Nagisa was offended.

According to his not very reliable boss, Nagisa is a prodigy assassin, a natural. Tough, he doubted that there is such a thing like talent to kill, and there are lots of people better than him like, the god of death, or, the god of death. Okay, maybe the god of death was the only person Nagisa acknowledged as a better assassin than him, but that's not the point, Nagisa is offended that these people, who would probably scream before holding a real gun called him a girl.

But maybe this is how a normal mind works? Mistake others' gender? Nagisa doubted it, but took a deep breath, and deals with it.

He bought a one-person studio apartment nearby the school he's chosen, Kunu- something middle school, it was the closest. The room's sort of tiny compared to his room back in the gigantic mansion he used to have but he's satisfied with it. No more killing, no more slave-driver of a boss, just a normal, peaceful life of a student for him.

Freedom is amazing.

Nagisa began stacking up his room with personal effects. Like the bonsai he loved so much he couldn't bear to leave, a picture of the parent he never met framed on the wall, and his gun collection inside a modified cabinet that could only open for him. While the room seemed a little bare, he supposed it's okay for now, it's only week one of his soul searching journey in Japan after all!

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He learned that freedom doesn't last long.

Nagisa slumped his way back home, brain fuming and maybe a little bit damaged. He never went to school before, he was home schooled yes, but it was so easy compared to... compared to that insane test, Nagisa's chances of passing was only fifty fifty, he moaned in despair. Maybe it was his fault, okay, it was his fault for taking it easy. He thought, who needs school anyway if I have the money to feed myself for a lifetime!? But nooo, Nagisa sucked a deep breath, I've decided, normal life, normal middle-school life.

He sighed again and practically fainted as soon as he stepped inside his flat. Life is going to be so hard from now on.

xxxx

School isn't even half as exciting as he thought, it's boring, exhausting, and... disappointing. He's given up studying for the incredibly high grades the middle-school-he-still-couldn't-remember-the-name-of demands, its ridiculous. But he passed a year of it and noticed with despair that he still have another two years to boot.

Nagisa wonders if he should just drop out and kill people for a living again, Japan must have a ton of opportunities for him, right? He'd rather do that than sitting for hours to no end listening to random facts his teacher spouts out, asking him questions about law of physics and sneering at him with disgust when he got a word wrong.

He was at the point of about to stab his math teacher's eyes out when he noticed it.

Akabane Karma.

The red haired boy sat a few rows away from him, Nagisa never took notice of the genius, but wayward student that seemed to leave destruction on his wake, not that Nagisa hears gossip much, but they say he's dangerous. Now that those red eyes stared at him -of course subtly- Nagisa could read the lines between them, I see you, it seemed to say.

Then he got stalked.

He noticed, of course, Karma hiding badly behind walls and following him through the crowds, it's something he used to do back then- with much more expertise on the subject. Nagisa's sure he could lose Karma anytime he wants, but he is growing weary- what if this Karma person finds out his secrets? No matter how skilled Nagisa is, Karma is also a very intelligent and sly person, who knows to what extent he will go for Nagisa's secrets?

It took the red head three weeks to get tired of stalking and blatantly approach Nagisa's desk.

"I saw you."

Nagisa gave him his number one innocent smile. Karma doesn't looked convinced but instead of sneering, smirked at him. "You wanted to kill that guy, I felt it."

Damn, he's good. Nagisa blinked his biggest blue eyes slowly at him, with the mask of confusion, said "What are you talking about, Karma-kun?" A shiver. "Kill?"

Karma's smile grew manic, almost like he's found the most amusing thing ever, well Nagisa can relate. Karma is probably the most interesting person he's met since his 'escape', and Nagisa had done his fair share of research too, if school gossip was anything reliable. Karma is an unpredictable genius, one day he's competing for the school's highest score, the next he got dropped to class D because of fighting. Karma used his intelligence to read other people's true nature and use it against them, an incredible talent, even Nagisa could learn a thing or two from him.

"You also noticed that I followed you around, didn't you."

Nagisa shot him his most cynical look, "if you're admitting to stalking your fellow classmate, I might have to sue you."

It wasn't meant to offend, as Karma laughed loudly and attracting the attention of nearly everyone who opted to stay in class for lunch break. Nagisa could feel the corner of his lips curling up a little, this will be amusing.

Finally, Karma's laughter died down then the red head extended his right hand and said to Nagisa, "Let's be friends."

"Of course."

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*internal screaming* how's it? *sweat*