"You haven't been searching have you?" he asked ,eyes cold and steely. "A-actually, I-I didn-" the man in front of him tried to meekly deny. "I have been cooperating with you so far, I have been keeping my end of the bargain." he started, his fingernails instinctively sharpening," But if you are just toying with me then things will have to change." he stated. This is my first book so please be patient with me . .......... I don't own any of the characters

Dazai is the weird, mysterious, bandaged teen that has a dark past and a dark secret while Chuuya is the popular kid being used merely for his strength. When the two are forced to work together, they start to learn to overcome their struggles of who they are and who they wish to become. Though, not everyone is happy and willing to let the darkness they've shrouded come to light. ***Disclaimer: I don't own the photo, it belongs to whoever drew it! TW: Suicidal thoughts, violence, gore, death***

-- Yugen (noun) A profound awareness of the universe that triggers feelings to deep and mysterious for words. -- Earth is threatened by the sudden appearance of an extremely powerful creature that had eradicated 70% of the moon, leaving it permanently shaped like a crescent. With the government in distress, they decide to call on Yokohama's most notorious Mafia group known as The Port Mafia. Desperate to kill the creature by end of the year, they offer the one thing that the Port Mafia couldn't refuse; and now, they send their most talented albeit most unmotivated executive to the front lines: Dazai Osamu. A mysterious 20-year old with a knack of mysterious intentions. Strangely enough, the monster offers mankind to avert this crisis and makes a deal with the Japanese government where he is put in Kunugigaoka Junior High School, End Class; where he works as their homeroom teacher. With the class of misfits improving everyday, how will they react once a handsome young man joins them to become their new Japanese Literature teacher? How will the students affect Dazai, as the recent death of Odasaku haunt him? And how will the class kill something they deemed un-killable? -- "Man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by man in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one's life that none may reverse. That is what I desire." -Dazai Osamu -- The characters and the premise of the plot do not belong to me. All characters and storylines mentioned in this fiction is simply made for fun and by no means am I trying to claim it as my own. Assassination Classroom is written by Yusei Matsui. Bungou Stray Dogs is written by Kafka Asagiri. This is Fan-Fiction, purely made for the means of entertainment to those who are both fans of the series. Some parts of the plot may be adjusted and some will not remain faithful to the source material, so please keep that in mind. --

One unlucky pick, that's all it took to get Killua sent to the future. A future where the Zoldycks are no longer fearsome, a future where the power system has completely flipped, a future where he has to learn everything from scratch. "Just my luck." Is his only comment. ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ I do not own either of these amazing animes!! Neither do I own the characters, only OCs! Milestones: #1 in crossover 9/13/2020

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page

"We had to drug him..." His fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with what those strange people were saying. "We had to use tons of drugs to sedate him!" said one of the strangers, he wanted to open his eyes but they were so heavy, he couldn't even move or talk. 'What are they doing to me?' Killua thought in desperation. "This kid isn't normal, I don't even am sure if he's from here..." continued another stranger. Killua slowly began to open his eyes. Where was he? Who were those people... with capes and strange costumes? "WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO THIS KID IS ILLEGAL! If the police knew, they would probably take your hero license..." Another man tried to explain the group of heroes gathered around the hospital bed. "We only want to know if he is dangerous to society. This kid is a complete mystery" One from the group of heroes explained. Welcome to the nasty part of the hero society. -THE COVER ISN'T MINE- (Credits to the author) All the rights to Yoshihiro Togashi (My first fiction) (Bad grammar...)