The Assassin in Our Midst

Chapter ten

Bakugo stared at me with what could only be described as a murderious expression.

"So what, now that you have your friends from the idiot class with you, you think your special?!" He screamed furiously at me. There was a knife gripped in the hand that had tried to punch me. He was holding it entirely wrong. When I didn't respond to him provoking me, the blond became angrier. "IM GOING TO KILL YOU, DEKU"

Deku... looking at Bakugo, it didn't seem like he noticed the slip up. I wasn't so lucky. Looking the blond... hearing him call me that way again for the first time in almost a year... I felt an anger that I'd never let myself feel for the ten years that he bullied me. I was to weak to be able to do anything and he was something close to a god among mortals with his perfect quirk. But now... God I feel close to the way I did when fought Takaoka on the helipad. There were just to many years of ignored anger bubbling up, they needed to go somewhere.

"He looks..."

"Yeah..."

"... it's a fake knife, the asshole will be fine. Sadly."

I heard the whispered conversation, but paid it little mind. Though their right, if this was a real knife, I don't know if someone would be able to stop me this time. 

"Kill?" I laughed humorlessly, stepping closer to Bakugo. When I was a little more than an arm's length away, I stopped and pointed my knife at the boy.  "You shouldn't say things like that to someone who actual knows what it means."  My voice was low, dangerous and devoid of any of the emotions flowing through me. Emotions were useless in something like this, they only got in the way of getting the job done. 

The boy growled something unintelligible as he swung his blue knife at me. Paint sloshed onto the ground, but none of it grazed me. I dodged to the side, using a move that Karma taught me to disarm opponents that he'd learned from watching Mr. Karasuma fight us off during training. The blue knife flew up into the air before us, I snatched it before the surprised Bakugo could realize what was going on. It wasn't everyday that his weapon was taken from him so easily.

I took the blue knife and threw it away, letting it slide to the others. I charged at the boy, slashing my knife up in a deadly arc. This wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it would be enough to throw his mental state far enough off balance for what I want to do. 

Bakugo stumbled back, his mental state frazzled. Not being able to use his quirk must be killing him, it was like giving someone a gun in a life and death situation and telling them that's there's no bullets. 

I walked up to him slowly, normally almost, a calm look on my face. There were no traces of killing intent anywhere to be found. I moved the knife in my hand smoothly, prettily almost, letting Bakugo's nervous eyes be drawn to it, then

I dropped it. Letting it clatter to the ground.

Bakugo stared in shock at the blade laying on the ground, but I didn't even glance at it. Instead I continued forward, stepping right up to the boy, and clapped in his face. The sound echoed like a canon fire as the boy fell to the ground before me. I looked down at him, smiling like a caring god coming to offer a helping hand. But when my hand did stretch out, it wasn't to lift the fallen boy up.

There was a gun in my hand instead. I turned down the range of the weapon and with no hesitation, I fired. The bullets lodged itself into Bakugo's head, red splattering around us as the boy fell back. Some of it ricocheted, hitting me on the cheek. When I wiped it away, I was reminded that it was merely paint. 

"Class 3 E wins!" Came Ritsu's happy voice from multiple people's pockets. 

"That's our Reaper," Karma shouted, walking over to me. I put the gun away and hugged the boy when he came into arm's reach. Rio and Kaede weren't far behind.

We walked back over to the others as a unit. When I looked the three over, I noticed the blue splatter on Kaede and Karma's clothing. The three of them must have gotten into a hairy situation in the woods, that must've been why there were so many at the end. You can't expect the to be casualties in a four v. nineteen, even if the four were apart of a team of students that took out a whole squad of government agents in one night.

When we made it over to the others, Bakugo having already stumbled over there on his own, the students' faces were grave. I had figured they would be. I looked at Mr. Karasuma and Professor Bitch, there were proud looks on their faces.

"You four did well," Mr. Karasuma said, it was the closest we would ever get to true praise from the man. He looked at me. "I see you still move like a viper." I simply shrugged.

"Um... Midobro, what the hell was that," came Sero's cracked voice. 

I looked at Mr. Karasuma, all five of us that knew about the gag order did. The man's cold voice sounded after a few moments of consideration, "that... was the work of the Assassination Classroom."