Little Snake Nagisa (Assassination Classroom fan fiction)

Starving

Nagisa only stared at his mother weekly as she gave him his weekly injection. He forced his eyes away from the blue liquid flowing through the tube connected to his left arm and the sucking sounds of chemicals running through him. Transparent saliva was running down from his mouth fluently, dripping onto his bare chest.

He shivered from the cold.

"Sweetie," His mother called out to him, she reached down to grab a pure black towel and wipe it across his chest. Even through her gentle rubbings it felt as though the fabric was ripping through his skin and skinning him from the inside out. No matter what sweet words his mother gave him, he heard the same words repeat and echo throughout his mind.

Maim-

Protect-

Meat-

He was starving.

Right as those thoughts were becoming more than just thoughts a thick block shaped item was shoved into his mouth. A muffled sound escaped his throat and he felt his hair get tangled up even more within itself.

He was melting. The item was melting inside his mouth, it was a salvage job. It was a thirsty job.

It was a starving job.

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Nagisa woke up with an ache collected all over his body, of course he needed nothing more than sore muscles when waking up for school which had such an excessive gym course.

Nagisa's long hair draped over his shoulders in blue waves as he took a long shudder and stood up.

Before falling back down.

His face slammed into his packed feathered white pillow with a gut tearing scream silently ripping itself from his throat.

Not escaping his mouth.

He didn't bother wiping away the drool which was dripping out of his mouth and which fell onto his now dirty pillow, he curled into a fetal position while whining quietly to himself.

Horrible woman. Horrible girl. Horrible man. Horrible devices. Horrible people. Horrible venom. Horrible horrible horrible mother.

Such a bad bad mother.

And he really was starving.

Forcing his weak body up to sit on his bed he collected his tornado fly of thoughts.

Just the other day he was told he has only a few more weeks left before he would have to go through 'that' procedure and break the news to his current classmates. Also only a few more weeks until Koro-sensei's judgement day.

The reflection in his mirror was a monster. His long hair sticking out everywhere like snakes while sweat glistened off his skin like scales. His eyes, he hoped, would have some color in them, that sky blue that always seemed to dance, but with no such luck.

He wasn't even able to cry.

From that horror filled silent scream earlier he had hoped it would at least bring some puffiness or redness into his eyes. But no, all that greeted him in the mirror was a blue haired boy with dull but light colored eyes and a pure white surround them.

The pure white which was his skin. His glistening, porcelain doll-like skin. Had he been born to another family, he probably would've turned out differently. But there were some things that no matter which family you were born at, you would always keep.

His bloodlust.

He's always had it, he's aware of it. Actually, he only just noticed his own bloodlust when he had transferred into class 3-E. Before that, he wasn't aware of why Karma always seemed to either be completely calm around Nagisa or completely on edge. There was never any in-between.