Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom

:: Attempt 04 | Lost Time Memory ::

:: Attempt 04 | Lost Time Memory ::

""Soumei" nanka ja mae wa mukenai
Riyuu ga nai kara kusatteiku
Maki modotte kurereba ii no ni na

"Nannen tatte mo boku wa shinanai
Kibou-ron bakari wo tonaeteiru
Touzen, kyou mo kimi wa inai no ni sa."

[With things like "wisdom," I can't look forward;
There's no reason, so I keep rotting
If only things could be wound back..

As many years pass, I won't die,
Always proclaiming hopeful ideas,
Even though naturally, you're still not here..]
-"Lost Time Memory" by Jin (Shizen no Teki-P)
[Popularized in the anime, Mekakucity Actors. English translation from the Kagerou Project wikia.]

x + x

Monotonous.

I stare at my hands, charcoal staining my scarred fingertips. All around me, the dull, incessant drone of the teacher goes on; the scratching of ballpoint pens against paper to be heard in the tension-filled stillness of the room.

I sigh, resting my chin against my palm.

I never thought that attending class could be this... Uninteresting.

With another brief exhale, I pick up my pencil, the beginnings of a sketch half-formed upon my 'canvas'.

A young woman kneels before me, hands clasped as she begs for mercy. Tears stream down the strangely familiar hollows of her gaunt cheeks, and I lift my firearm.

"No-- No! Please.. Stop.." She says, gesturing to her sister, which lay beside her; a harsh cut along her angular features. My lips start to twitch, and I resist the urge to let them be pulled down into a frown.

'Miles' hovers behind me, adjusting his stance so that he looms protectively over my shoulder; his grip tightening around one of the twin daggers I had gifted him with. His voice is a hurried whisper in my ear, a harsh brush of air along the nape of my neck as my shoulders immediately tense. "'Venatrix', we don't have much time left," he says urgently. I look at him out of my peripheral vision, meeting his evergreen eyes.

Their normally playful gaze is replaced with the steely glint of alarm, a stark contrast. I inhale sharply, steadying my grip upon my gun.

The girl - who looks to be a few years older than me - seems to realize what I am about to do, as she instinctively cradled her injured sister to her torso, a single cry escaping her lips.

"Le meurtier. [1]"

And then I fire.

A shrill ring cut through the atmosphere. I look up just in time to see my fellow 'classmates' passing my desk on their way to their normal routines during lunch. I recline back into my seat, unable to shut off the hissed rumors certainly spreading by now.

Any minute, any second, a certain personage will--

"Aoi." As expected. "It's time for lunch."

I stand, carefully arranging my things - which consists of a sketchpad, art materials, along with a few empty notebooks, sweeping them in one fluid motion into my messenger bag. A frown remains fixed upon my face as he - Asano Gakushu - takes my hand, leading me out of the class amidst sibilant whispers.