Getting Lost In Lies - Assassin Kaminari

Hint 2 - Pain Tolerance

A/N: Don't do anything that Kaminari does in this. He's still an idiot and he does some stupidly dangerous stuff. Be careful, please.  A lot of research went into this, but Mithridatism is an incredibly outdated form of tolerance development, and please don't just assume that it's okay to do. Thanks :)

This chapter also includes a lot of violence. So, if that triggers you, don't keep reading.

Kaminari hadn't been seen the whole day, which at first wasn't exactly weird. The rest of the class didn't expect Kaminari to always be on time to classes, and for the most part, he wasn't. When he didn't appear for homeroom at all, people started to think something was up, but quickly pushed it to the back of their minds. By lunch, there was still no sign on Kaminari.

People were getting worried. Kirishima decided that he would go and check on his classmate's room and see if he was simply skipping classes, or something else was up.

The hall that led to Kaminari's room was a thousand times quieter without the boy's incessant talking that usually resounded across the walls, filling the area with a sort of brightness not many other people could emanate.

Kirishima didn't like it. He liked that Kaminari's door was wide open and his lights off even less. Quickly flipping on a switch, he realized Kaminari wasn't in the room. Almost instantly, Kirishima smelled it. It was a sickly sweet smell that had faded, but not enough to be completely unnoticeable.

He didn't want to think about what the smell really was, and decided to look for other alternatives. The room was more put together than Kirishima excepted of Kaminari. In the few times, he'd actually been to his room, it was a cluttered mess filled with a variety of colors and interests.

But now? The room was completely put together. Kirishima suspected that whoever had taken Kaminari hadn't stopped to pick up his room. But, of course, Kaminari could have simply cleaned it recently.

Papers were spread out on his desk and against Kirishima's better instinct, he peeked at them. He didn't want to invade Kaminari's privacy, but seeing as he was missing, getting information was important. Kirishima just hoped that the boy would walk into the room seconds later on a trip back from the kitchen.

Some of the papers had incredibly messy and scribbled chicken scratch that vaguely looked like notes from class.

Others had doodles on them and other slightly more detailed sketches. They were good, Kirishima noted.

The rest were weird. Kirishima knew what Kaminari's handwriting looked like from the various projects they worked on before. It definitely resembled the chicken scratch notes better than what he was seeing on these papers.

To make matters worse, the neat handwriting also didn't appear to be in Japanese or English. The boy had learned recently that Kaminari was better in English than he first thought, which was super cool, but this wasn't English by any means. This had to be some other foreign language like Russian. Though, Kirishima couldn't e sure.

Why would someone be writing notes in Russian in Japan? Furthermore, why would Kaminari have them? And on the offhand that it was English or Kaminari just happened to know another language, why would he be taking these notes in the language and with a completely different hand?

Things weren't adding up. He shuffled through the papers looking for an explanation when one that stood out from the others came into his view.

"He knows too much."

That wasn't like any of the writing that Kaminari had ever written in and it certainly didn't look like the handwriting the Russian was in. It looked like an answer though. And from the area he had grabbed it from, Kirishima suspected it was meant to be seen by the person who came looking for him. Was that why his notes were all spread out? Was it because whoever had taken Kaminari wanted to look through his stuff?