A/N: First AC fanfic I've ever written, please be nice! I'm reposting this from my old (to someday be deleted) account.
This whole thing was inspired by the song 'It's Raining Somewhere Else' from Undertale.
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It was that day again.
The day that the Earth had been saved from the one who threatened to destroy them just as he had "destroyed" the moon (even if he and the others had learned that had not been the case)... killed by the very class he had taught and cared for... just as he wanted, just as they had been ordered. One would think everyone would be happy with this and the majority was...
But he wasn't, it was why he was out when it was raining cats and dogs. He couldn't handle with everyone around him celebrating the demise of someone he cared so deeply for.
How many years had it been? Five? Six? Ten? He didn't care to remember... While on this day, sun shine or, as it was this year, pouring rain, the people celebrated the day that the monster had been killed.
Monster... what nonsense. They didn't know him, they didn't know how he cared about them, how he cheered them up and on, how they wouldn't be who they were today without his guidance... no. All they saw was a creature who had threatened them with destruction... and the lowest of the low class eliminate him.
It made his stomach turn in remembrance and his eyes burn before he rubbed them hastily.
He could still feel his hands trembling as he gripped the knife, how for a moment he was filled with fury and despair and how his mind screamed to just get it over with-!
Only to be stopped and calmed by a gentle touch, a quiet request to not finish the job in that state of mind. How he took a deep breath, as tears rolled down his face and smiled as he bid the only one he... as he thanked him and said good bye... he could still feel the light squeeze on his wrist before it was gone in a burst of shimmering lights.
He shook his head, pulling his collar up to keep some of the cold out as he continued walking along the empty streets. He left his umbrella at home, so it didn't help much but it was something. Trying to not think about the past, he brought his attention to a movie poster with a familiar face on it and smiled faintly.
He hadn't kept in contact with many of his friends... everyone busy with their own lives... He knew about them meeting up at the classroom every once in awhile and had joined in himself a few times... but the reminder was too painful. After all...
He was the one who delivered the final blow.
No one else would... no one else could... it had to be him. A final... personal...farewell.
A shudder ran through him as he came to a stop in front of a familiar building. When did he arrive at the old campus? He didn't even notice when the pavement had become grass and dirt... A bittersweet chuckle escaped him as he ran a hand through his soaked hair.
'Heh... what would he say if he saw you being so unaware?'
Shaking his head as he made his way to the door, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. He always kept it on him... just in case. Unlocking the door, he slipped inside and silently shut it behind him. It was silent except for his footsteps as he made his way to the familiar classroom.
Counting the rows silently, he smiled weakly as he found his seat and sat down almost instantly at ease. It felt almost like he was in junior high again...
Where had the time gone? It seemed like only yesterday that they had been here, waiting for the arrival of their new teacher... only for this... creature to arrive with government officials. If that wasn't crazy enough moments later it was revealed they had to kill him.
They, the 'end class', were expected to become assassins.
In just one year.
It was insane and yet...
It had been so much fun... they had learned so much... they had laughed, they had cried... they had lived... and in the end...
A shudder ran through him as warm tears started to roll down his face.
Why? Why couldn't they have done more? Why couldn't they have had more time? It wasn't fair!
He never... got to tell him...
Burying his face in his hands, he felt the waves of despair he had been trying to hold back finally crash down on him. Hiccups and sobs escaped him, echoing in the empty classroom as memories both good and bad ran through his mind.
So distracted by his own tears and sorrow, he never noticed another presence in the room. He froze in shock as a familiar touch gently ruffled his hair followed by a voice he never thought he'd hear again.
"Nyru fu fu... Tears don't suit you, Nagisa-kun~"