IDENTITY- Assasination Classroom Fanfic (Ft. OC x Asano Gakushuu - slowburn)

14: Leaving Normady - a past chapter (under-editing)

The capital of the Orlas Union was located in the city of Belaya Posadka, Normady. Due to its high altitude and having no oceans or mountains to heat them, the place's weather was intolerably harsh that it'd gone beyond outsiders' limits. Anyone who wasn't a native could freeze to death if not wearing proper gear.

It was always dark, never once did the little girl who was sitting in a private cottage close to Avenirgrad Oblast see a ray of sunlight transmitted through the grey clouds and to where the soldiers were watching over the assigned workers from the labour camp shoveling the thick snow on the streets.

The girl sat there on an armchair, knitting a bear stuffed animal, cozying up next to a pellet stove as she gazed through the window into the labyrinth of snow. The naked trees were covered in powder-white snow. Glistening icicles hung off the branches like bats. The snow sparkled as it froze to branches; creating a winter wonderland. However, she had grown bored with the plain color of white, and desperately yearn for colorful and warm scenery.

"Avenira!"

Arina swiveled her head to the owner's voice. The dead-looking general glared at her with his dark, hollowed eyes.

"General Fedorov!" she beamed, getting off the armchair. "I was wondering whether Japan will be more colorful, you know. Or whether it will be plain just like here--that would be pretty boring, don't you think? That's why I hesitated to imagine what it'd look like because if it turns out to be nothing like my fantasy, I'd be very disappointed, and I absolutely hate that feeling. However, when I'm finally there, I might get over-excited and want to know more about other countries. Seriously, it's like a dream to go further beyond Behind the Iron Curtains! I'm knitting a bear stuffed animal now for my father because he agreed to let me go on this thrilling adventure out of his love for me. Oh! and don't worry, general Fedorov, I've knitted one for you too!"

The child happily fetched the puppy stuffed animal she knitted that lay on the armchair and handed it over to Sergey Fedorov, grinning, expecting to see him looking delighted, or grateful, or even surprise--but certainly not an enraged or dead look.

He snatched the stuffed puppy out of Arina's hand and tossed it into the fire with no mercy.

"NO!" she shrieked and proceeded to run toward the stove to get it out.

"LISTEN!"

Fedorov managed to catch up with Arina, whirling her around and squeezing her cheeks into a tight grip. Although the child wanted to scream out of pain, she was unable to speak.

"The more people you love, the WEAKER you are! Understand!?"

Arina slightly nodded.

"Love no one but yourself," hissed the general, as he slowly lost his grip, and finally released her face, "repeat after me--the more people you love, the weaker you are."

"The more people I love, the weaker I am!" she yelled, as he was pleased judging from his looks, and nodded.

"Everywhere in the world is dangerous," said Fedorov, grabbing her shoulders this time. "Although I must say, Japan is the least of them."

"Oh, is it?"

Her eyes sparkled, as the general snapped her out of the reverie once again.

"But never let go of your vigilance!" he shouted. "Understand me!?"

"Yes, general Fedorov, I understand!" saluted Arina, beaming.

"Good."

"By the way, when will father come to say goodbye to me?" she asked, placing a hand on her heart. "If he won't, I will miss him very much. Well, actually if he will, I will still miss him like crazy."