Nagisa Shiota doesn't like sweets. It reminded him of pointed fingernails digging- pushing- deeper down his throat. Her hand forcing his head down, bruises blooming on his chin from impact. And, stop- stop! Please- please, he'll listen. He's so very, very sorry. He'll be a good girl- please, just please, stop. (She didn't stop- never listened to his desperate begging, never hesitated as she pulled on his hair until his scalp was tender and red and raw. She was doing what was best for him- she was his mother, after all- and she had made all the same mistakes before. She was only looking after his best interests, she promised. She taught him that he was not in control, and, then, she forced him to obey.) When she was done, she'd make Nagisa look. She'd force his head close until he could smell it- his nose wrinkling from how pungent and putrid it was. And he'd stare, as she whispered that this is what made him a bad, filthy, disgusting boy. He'd stay there until he could reply- until he could promise through gritted teeth and scratched throat and a tongue heavy as lead- that he would be a good girl. The first time it had happened it was a chocolate bar. After his graduation, Nagisa Shiota knew that everything his mother told him held true. He was disgusting, impure, repulsive. Nagisa Shiota was a bad person. The blood on his hands always sung in recognition, making him tremor and shake, as if the blood was still there, still caked onto his skin- but he had smiled at his teacher's death, but he had still clenched onto the grip of knife until his knuckles turned white, but he had still stabbed and slashed and pierced. Nagisa Shiota was a bad person, so he became someone else. He lost his identity in the world of killers- call him anything: military dog, assassin, scum- but he didn't want to be Nagisa Shiota anymore. He thought of this as he received his first mission, first target, first name. Kill Mitsukuni Haninozuka.

I'm Zandra Michaelis. Yes, I'm the daughter of Sebastian Michaelis. I am 4,517 years old, but look around the age of 15 or 16. My father says I'm the split image of my mother, except with his red eyes. I have long navy blue hair and the same perfect figure of my mother. The only noticeable thing I gained from my father was his red eyes. My mother was a neko demon or more precisely a cat demon. No surprise there since father loves cats. She was murdered a few days after my birth by the hands of Claude Faustus, the demon butler of the Trancy manor, with the Sheathe of Lævateinn. The blade was taken by my father to kill Claude, but instead killed Hannah, the keeper of the blade, who jumped in the way for Claude to escape. That blade is now within me. So that makes me part neko demon and crow demon. My reflexes are more aware than my father's, my strength is doubled, and my speed is way more advanced than any normal neko or demon. The young master, otherwise known as Earl Ciel Phantomhive is 15. My father and I serve him everyday and help him on his 'missions' by the queen. The queen has ordered us to depart to Japan and help with the cases there, as she has plenty of others that are able to do cases in London. She also said that he should enroll in high school to affiliate with other rich companies to make the Funtom Company stronger. My father also wants me to enroll to be able to protect the young master from any nuisances. The school we're going to: Ouran Private Academy. • • • Rated mature for strong language. Like if you can't handle fuck. Present time AU Crossover I don't own Ohshc or Black Butler! Cover by Joy__Joy

I'm Miyako Ootori. The sister of my older twin who's better than me, Kyoya Ootori. Don't tell me that crap about that not being true. Inside and out he's better than I am. Also, if my father wasn't such a hard ass and would just admit that Kyoya is better than our older brothers and sister, then maybe we wouldn't have so much hatred towards him. Our brothers don't like us very much and our sister annoys us. We've become very secluded and dependent on one another because of it. All, but Kyoya, sees me as a mistake. I'm lazy, unmotivated, tough, stubborn, and a major smartass, but somehow I have all A's and have never gotten a grade lower than 100. A photographic memory really helps with that. I'm homeschooled because I don't get along well with others. Not a team player. Well, now I'm being forced into Ouran Academy with my brother. I've already met the blond bimbo Tamaki, but there are others. A whole club full of them. Great. How the hell did I end up loving one? Mature for language. Started: March 28, 2016 Posted: March 29, 2017 Finished: Book 4 of 6 Don't have to read other books to understand this one. Cover by Joy__Joy Honey x Kyoya's twin

Characters: Nagisa Shiota Karma Akabane Hiroto Maehara Tomohito Sugino Tamaki Suoh Hikaru & Kaoru Hitachiin Kyoya Ootori Takeshi Morinosuka Mitsukuni Haninosuka Haruhi Fujioka Description: Nagisa and his friends get a mission from Karasuma. They need to assassinate a CEO of a large company. But they need more information on him. They have to go to his son's school and join a club that can gather information easily. Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and the person getting killed and his son.

Assassination classroom is not owned by me!!! Pls read and comment;-;

Karma Akabane and Nagisa Shiota was in the same class: The Assassination Classroom... Enjoy this Karma x Nagisa fan fiction (This is my first fanfic cx)

Nagisa and karma are both assassin when they both already kill korosensei,they did not need to go to school since the goverment pays them enough money and they both have job already.But the head of the CEO assassin goverment wants his two best assassin to still have a good education,so he assigned them both towards ouran high school.But they still doing their jobs as assassin still. But what will happen if nagisa and karma stumbled to the host club? What would happen if the host club found out? Will there be new love? Will there be jealousy? Well read and found out readers.