Hi and I am back from the dead! Don't worry, I am still writing the FT fanfics but I have been too lazy because I was focusing more on my art and school work.

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I have the idea for a while ever since I heard some scenario of Gakushu transferring into Class-E and wanted to add my own twist to this. I'm not to sure if I should count this as a crossover with Black Butler because I only used the concept of Grim Reapers from the series. (Either way I do not own Assassination Classroom or Black Butler.)

By the way check out Crazy. rabbit 2, she was the beta-reader for this story. Many eternal hugs and kisses to you my saviour.

His secret

Gakushu Asano was known by many to be the perfect student, he was a student in Class-3A in Kunugigaoka Junior High School and the leader of the Five Virtuoses. On top of that, he was the Student Council President, and he was the only of the Board Chairman of his school, Gakuhou Asano.

Gakushu was handsome, with his neatly cut strawberry blond hair, his bright violet eyes resembled the valued gem, amethyst. Many around him said that the boy resembled his father.

To the main school building, he was the best of the best, the number one ace and he was admired by many. Meanwhile to Class-E, he was seen as an "arrogant bastard", who looked down upon on them with pity or indifference. Parents wanted him as their own child, and many were desperate to be his "friend."

Gakushu scoffed to this, they wanted to be friends because of his father's influence and nothing else, and not because of who he truly was. If anything, he only had one true friend in this school.

He was able to do feats that no human could do, his acts looked to be almost "defying gravity." As he jumped high into the air and performed a full twisting layout with ease. His endurance was even better than professional athletes.

He could speak many languages fluently; French, Korean, English and Portuguese. As shown when he conversed a girl with blonde hair and a ribbon headband in English.

"Gretel, what do you think of the political system of America? It is quite sometimes amusing, isn't it?"

He won tournaments with ease and little effort, although in the photos taken of many contests he won had a hint of emptiness in his eyes. He was first in everything, whether if it was for a contest or a school ranking.

He was the perfect student of Class-A and Kunugigaoka School, both physically and academically. He was the product of his father's education system, and he was the perfect model pupil.

Oh~ How wrong they are, do you want to know why?

Gakushu Asano has a little secret. He had hidden it well, it was one of many secrets, and one was special.

A secret that the living couldn't know.

It was morning, the day was a school day, and Gakushu Asano walked down the streets towards his school for his daily routine. His violet eyes shined in the morning sunlight and his short strawberry blond hair bounced from every take he took.

On the way to school, a woman sightly taller than the boy accidently bumped into him. She had light pink hair and was completely cladded in black. Strangely enough, bystanders around the pair never noticed the woman, surely a person wearing that sort of clothing would definitely capture some sort of attention.

Both quickly muttered an apology and went their separate ways, and Gakushu quickly quickened his walking pace. He arrived at school grounds early, he went inside of the plain main building, he avoided the gazes of admiration from nearby students, and he hastily yet gracefully went to the council room.

He opened the door and saw that there was no-one in the room, he closed and locked the door behind him. Afterwards as he walked towards the window, he carefully took off his contact lenses. Once they were taken off, he could barely saw anything around him, the world became a blur the moment he removed the lenses.

And his extreme near-slightness was not his biggest secret, of course.

His eyes were no longer were a beautiful violet colour that was similar to amethysts. His true colour was revealed, as now instead they were chartreuse phosphorescent. The sharp and almost glowing colour was reflected onto the glass window.

"I never liked wearing contacts." He muttered under his breathe. He hated wearing the coloured contacts, they always irritated his eyes, but he had no choice if he didn't wanted to arouse suspicion. He pulled out a pair of black-framed glasses from his bag and puts them on. The world around him became clear again.

He took out a letter from his bag, it had 'Japanese Branch' labelled across the front in a neat handwritten front, and it was opened cleanly and swiftly.

"Hoshino, you always must do it so dramatically." Gakushu said as he scanned through the letter.

After reading the contents of the letter, he let out a heavy sigh because he was thinking of his father. He then shook his head. 'But it doesn't matter anymore, I had committed the most unforgivable act.'

'This is nothing.'

'And I will work until the day I am forgiven, this is my punishment.' The boy smiled bitterly as he reminded himself. 'Yes… This is my punishment.'

He held onto the bitter smile as he again read his letter;

''Gakushu Asano, you are to join Class-E or known as Class End. Do anything deemed necessary to join the class, further information of the task will be sent by Senior Rilliane later in the day.

-Grim Reaper Japanese Branch.'

That was his darkest secret, Gakushu Asano was a Grim Reaper, whose duty to review and collect souls. To pass them onto the afterlife, to be judge to see if they go to heaven or hell. Grim Reapers are reborn from humans who committed suicide as punishment.

The secret being that Gakushu had years ago committed suicide, and as punishment, he became a Grim Reaper. Nobody, human that is, even knew that he was dead, not even his own father, fortunately. Now, acting as if he never died, he was dispatched in his hometown, fulfilling the role he was expected to do, collect souls.

And until the day he is forgiven, he must work hard and continuously observe people's death.

This was his ultimate crime and punishment.

Even in death, he was top in his classes of the reaper's ways and his passed his classes in under a month with flying colours. He was still a prideful boy, prideful of his accomplishments after and before his demise as any other person would. It was hard to change that aspect of his character, especially after being deeply engrained after years of being taught that lifestyle.

His prideful and competitive personality was a part of him. However, his accomplishments felt different from when he was alive. It was something that he couldn't explain… Actually now that he thought about it, he already knew why from the beginning.

'The exams should be in a couple of days.' He thought as he placed his contacts back on, his eyes regained their violet colour. 'I've always wonder how the students for that class manage to suddenly increase their physical abilities ever since the Sport Festival. Their sudden improvement in grades and academic ability is a mystery as well.'

He knew that something strange was going on in that class.

He already knew what to do to demote himself to Class-E, unfortunately enough, and he almost slammed his head to the desk. 'God damned my pride!'

He checked his watch and saw that there was only a few minutes before the first bell rings to signal the first lesson and the start of school. He then checked his phone and started to review his retrieval list for tonight's shift.

His story

Before Junior High started, Gakushu spotted many difference of himself from other students around him. Because that he had to be number one in everything, academics or sports, he found it so alien when other praised their children for not getting 100 percent on their tests. For passing a test or subject.

"You can do better next time but good job son." One father commented on his son's test with a B grade.

"I'm so proud of you." A mother praised her child for getting an A- grade.

"You did your very best, I know that because you studied hard for that test." Another said when his child had gotten a C for their test.

These were some of the examples he heard from parents. If he gets one mark off from perfection, then he was to be subjected to ridicule by his father. And no matter how "perfect" he was, he would never be praised by that man.

He lost hope, he threw himself into the work just to get a hint of recognition but it never came. He decided to become number one for his father, but it never satisfied the young boy, as it was the weight he had to endure. He had to do best in cram school, volunteer work, town council meetings and outside classes from school. He was so tired, he worked late into the night, and he had the dark circles to prove it which he hidden away with make-up.

He envied the children his age, the children in his school, who hangs out with their friends without too much care in the world, while he was struck and enclosed in the four walls of his room, studying until his next class came.

One day from his way to school, he spotted a family of three playing in the local park, what caught his attention was the little boy. When the boy, around the age of four fell down and scrapped his knee, he started to cry. His father and mother rushed in and comforted him, Gakushu envied that small boy when he was hugged by his father.

He created a mental image with him and his father doing the same as what he saw. But his father would had never done such a thing, Gakushu would never be comforted, but instead he was criticised for being so weak.

'What's it like to be hugged? To be comforted? To be loved unconditionally?' Gakushu continued his train of thought as he returned onto the path to his school.

'Why am I not allow that?' Gakushu sat at his desk as he tuned out of his teacher's lesson.

'Why do I have to be perfect?' Gakushu looked down at the test given back to the teacher, on the top corner was written in red, 100%. 'Why do I have to be number one? Why do I have to get 100% at everything?'

'Why…?' Gakushu remembered the words of the other parents and what they said to their children. Their words overlapped, it caused some discomfort for him, but he hid it well from his peers and teachers behind a mask.

'Why…?' Gakushu stared at the school mirror with a frown. His violet eyes dulled over, no longer was it bright with life, but sullen with grey and suddenly the mirror cracked.

'Why am I the only one that has to do this!?'

Eventually he snapped, such pressure would break a young child.

This conflicted the young boy, his teachers said that grades weren't everything while his father said the opposite. He was stuck on a pathway of two ideals and he didn't know what to choose, his father or himself.

He wanted to escape from this confliction battling inside of him. However he knew that his father would never allow such a thing, it would mean that his son was weak.

So Gakushu instead hid behind a mask of formality, it was the norm for him, he never talked to anyone and especially his father of how he really felt. This feeling of his that was ripping him apart, and no-one noticed it.

Even at such a young age, he knew that his life ahead of him looked so bleak. His father was too strong! Gakushu could never escape from him, he was for certain, forever as a display doll to show off for his father, he would forever be in his shadow. He was facing a life-time of work and fake politeness, and all while feeling empting inside. He knew that this would continue on for the next phase of his education, one after the after.

The boy couldn't bare living such a meaningless life, one that was devoid of any joy or love.

This feeling inside him continued to grow and he continued to hide it. He did what he was expected to do as his father wanted him, then the long school holidays came and Gakushu's ultimate plan will be soon completed.

Gakushu always loved nature, they never expected much of him or hold high expectations for him. Months before the holidays came, he planned to have a small camping trip in the forest alone. At the same time, his father would be out of the country for meetings concerned about his school. The strawberry blonde boy packed everything he needed and without a second thought from his father thankfully, he set off to the rural side of Japan.

On the way to the bus stop, he forged a medical note and went to a pharmacy far from his father's prying eyes. The pharmacy thought nothing of it, they merely though that he was on an errand for his parents. Three bottles of sleeping pills were brought and Gakushu went to his final destination.

He took the bus, the morning became the afternoon as Gakushu eat his lunch. He watched the passing scenery without a care.

'So this was the feeling that the others were feeling…'

Gakushu arrived at a forest, somewhere generally unknown and it was perfect for him. As he walked deeper into the forest, he soon spotted the prefect spot to sit at. He felt no fear or apprehension, just a dull sense of relief that he would be leaving this meaningless life behind.

Who knows? Maybe he would have a better chance in the next life?

He held hope in his heart for that. He didn't care about anyone here in this world and nobody cared about him. Nobody cared for him truly, no-one…

With a bottle of water to help swallow, he consumed the pills that was enough to kill a healthy adult. As he took the pills, he watched the blue eye slowly turned into a brilliant golden orange as the sun set.

'How pretty…' Gakushu could no longer speak as if his voice left him

Before the effects of the pills kicked in, he though back at any sort of happy memories he could find, other than his achievements, and even then it wasn't satisfying for him. And he couldn't find any, nothing, he felt no happiness in his life.

His brain slowly became numb, his eyes became heavy as they urged him to close, and he felt as if he was floating away from the world outside.

This was probably the happiest he felt in a long time, if ever. Gakushu slowly drifted away and he accepted of his eternal slumber with open arms.

At age 10, Gakushu Asano committed suicide by overdose of sleeping pills, as he laid in the forestry, surrounded by small animals with a small smile on his face.

'At else I wouldn't be so alone.' He thought before his last breathe was uttered.

He would never expect that he would ever open his eyes again, that next time he would wake up, but he did. He would wake up in a white room in a white bed. At first, he was too confused to be scared but quickly afterwards the fear kicked in.

Did his father caught him?

His eyes couldn't seem to focus properly with his blurred and terrible vision. He certainly didn't remember of having terrible eyesight.

'Was it the pills?' Gakushu attempted to rationalise his predicament.

And he would never expect a woman cladded in black, who sat by his bed saying, "Hello Gakushu Gakushu, you are our youngest Grim Reaper I have seen yet."

Gakushu turned in the direction of the woman's voice, all he saw was the blurred figure of hazel brown and black.

"I will be the one who is guiding you the ropes of your new life now." She said as she slowly placed the circular glasses over his eyes. Now Gakushu's vision became clear and he saw in front of him, a young adult woman with long hazel brown hair, looking at him with piercing chartreuse phosphorescent eyes and a gentle yet sad smile.

"I am your main senior, my name is Rilliane."

Gakushu would never imagine that she and others like her would become the paternal figures he always wanted.

So~ How was that? He was a difficult character to write and need a lot of help from my beta-reader Crazy. rabbit 2.

That's the end for this chapter, until then feel free to comment some suggestions or a review.

Thank you for reading! Until then, I will see you all next time in the next chapter.