A Darker Path

By; TheReaperCometh

WARNING: This story contains mature themes, and will touch on sensitive topics such as the loss of loved ones, suicide, and self harm. If that sounds a bit too heavy for you, don't worry: this story isn't exclusively depressing! Oh and some chapters will contain gore. In fact, whether or not some chapters should actually be M rated is debatable. If after reading this, you still choose to continue - I commend you! Now follow me, as I drag you down this darker path :)

Description: After a series of horrible tragedies befall the students of class 3-E, both Karma and Nagisa find themselves in a lamentable and lonely reality, as they tumble down the rabbit hole of insanity. Recovering from their trauma under the watchful eye of a guilt-stricken Karasuma, they vow to become master assassins in order to enact vengeance on the world. They both know that they only have each other to rely on now, during their pursuit of revenge down a darker path.

Also: I can't be the only one who was disappointed that Nagisa decided to become a teacher instead of an assassin XD. So I hope you enjoy! Oh, and I'm trying to keep everyone true to their original characters, so if you see anyone do or say anything that you believe is OOC, let me know! (Below is simply a short prologue, mainly a recap of a pertinent event from from the actual story. The beginning of the next chapter will also be a bit of a recap before getting into this original story)

POV Nagisa

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"Now then, have you decided what you'd like to be, Nagisa-kun?" Koro-sensei asks me, his beady eyes boring into my icy blue ones, as if trying to ascertain my response before I even open my mouth. I hesitate for a moment. I have such a talent for assassination… is this really the right choice? I direct my gaze to the floor, avoiding eye contact. I gulp and take a deep breath.

"Koro-sensei…"

I pause. Is this truly the right path? The proper target for my blade? Koro-sensei says nothing: he simply continues to stare at me expectantly. Oddly enough, I find his ceaseless smile to be reassuring in this moment of uncertainty. No, this is definitely the right path for me. Time to cast away my doubts and just say it!

"I'm going to be a teacher!"

There. I said it. Koro-sensei gives a small nod of approval and I continue with a shaky, yet stable breath.

"I may not be fast like you. I may not be invincible like you. I may not be smart like you… but I want to be a teacher like you!"

Yes. this is the right choice. The best use of my blade. Korosensei is silent for a few seconds. I hold my breath. Suddenly, his face lights up, an orange circle of approval forming around his face.

"That's good! It suits you well! You, and everyone else, are born with a talent which you will someday lose…"

I look at him confusedly, and he lovingly places a tentacle on my shoulder.

"Youth. So keep swimming forward, never stopping! Before this talent, your youth, escapes you!"

I let out a sigh of relief. I smile lovingly at koro-sensei, the best teacher I've ever had. The first person to actually see me.

"Hai! See you tomorrow, Koro-sensei!" I beam happily.

"Hai, hai. See you tomorrow, Nagisa kun."

I turn around and leave, a wide smile on my face. Me. A teacher. Not only will it put my "skills" to good use, it will also appease my mother. And having actually voiced my decision out loud to korosensei, formalizes it in an indescribable way. Feeling good about my choice, I exit class 3-E. I turn around and face the quaint building. I can't help but admire the irony this classroom represents: a place where those deemed failures, the unworthy, are isolated in to serve as an example of what not be like for the rest of the student population - yet it ended up creating some of the most brilliant and talented students in the entire school. What I once saw as a dilapidated, old "End class", I now recognize as a warm and inviting home. E-class is my family. We've been through so much together. All the failed assassination attempts, the near-death experiences, the school festivals, our mid-term failure: and of course our triumph during the finals, and victories against A class. We've all grown so much as a team, as well as individually. Suddenly a flickering pain shoots through my heart and I wince, clutching my chest with both hands, as an ugly epiphany pierces my soul. One way or another, this amazing class, this inseparable family, will come to an end in just a couple more months. I'll make them count. No matter how it ends, either with koro-sensei's death or simple graduation, I will make these last two months as memorable as possible! Satisfied with my plan, I turn around and begin heading home. I feel a faint tug of doubt at the back of my mind, like a small child tugging on my sleeve… a doubt regarding, what exactly, I can't quite place. For now, I'll choose to ignore it. Now is not the time for sadness. I must keep swimming forward...

A/N: I just needed a quick setup before I truly begin my story. Feel free to leave a review any time throughout this story, I'm always open for criticism! (Just try not to tear me a new one X_X) Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story!