Innocent Insanity

Excuse me, WTF?

This is my first fan fiction, so if it's bad, just bear with me please 😓. I don't own any of the characters, or any of the images that are in this story. Shout-out to their creators, you guys are awesome. Enjoy!
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I have 1 job. I have to pretend to be a normal high school 2nd-year girl, attending a normal school. My job once I'm in, now that's a little different. My name is Ayano Aishi. I work for an underground agency of, shall we say, busywork doers. I have a checkered past, which is what led me to my current employment. I've made some choices I'm not proud of, but I'm working on getting better. But unless you think about your history, your future is going nowhere. So I guess I should start at the beginning.

One of my past choices that led to my new job was the murder of my soul mate, Taro Yamada. Stabbed 14 times in the chest with a chef's knife, 8" long, 2" wide. Punctured lungs, severed esophagus and punctured arteries in his heart. I knew I should have stopped stabbing. But I couldn't. I had never been able to feel alive. I knew was dead inside. I never got to blush over my crush, sing with my friends, or cry over my dead dog. It was all just a big jumble of names, dates, places, people, faces, and enemies. Until I saw him. And just by looking at him, I knew that he was my one. He would be my forever. The light that I hadn't experienced flourished whenever I was around him. I could feel alive. I was content to wait forever for us to be together, so long as he didn't see anyone else. That changed so quickly. Osana Najimi. A name I will never forget. The girl who stole my very soul. Under a blooming cherry blossom tree, that girl told my forever that she loved him. And he said he did too. I couldn't handle it. All the color and light that had been in my life for all of a week suddenly ripped away. I was plunged back into darkness, and nothing I could do would stop it. I was always armed, so I stepped out from behind the tree, tears streaking down my face, but I couldn't feel them. I grabbed Osana by her hair and nearly severed her head from her body with the amount of force I put behind my slash. Then I proceeded to Yamada. I stabbed him. I saw his light go out. And, for some reason, a little bit of light came back to my world. I could see and feel the sun now. It was yellow and warm. Comforting. I looked up at it. Sat down in the pools of blood left by my recent victims and bathed in the light.
"That was quite a show, there, Yan-Chan," It was Info chan. The girl who had introduced me to Osana and the threat she posed. I looked at her numbly. She smirked. "I guess you're not quite up to talking. Well, It seems that you won't be able to stay here. But trust me. I'll get you somewhere safe. After all, we're friends, aren't we?" She chuckles evilly. I'm still wrapped up in feeling the sun.
"Do whatever it is you think is best. I don't care anymore," I say. Info Chan helps me up, and then taps out a message on her smartphone. She takes the knife from my hand and wipes it with a clean white cloth. Then puts it in Osana's hand. I look down at the knife. It's still bloody. I look away. No sense in worrying about the past.
"You'll become an assassin. I'm sure that would fit you better," Info Chan was rambling about where I would go. Who I would become. I wasn't listening. "The sun, I can still feel it," I thought. As I was whisked away by some people who arrived shortly after Info Chan texted someone, I assume them, I looked back at that cherry blossom tree. One of the pale, fragile blossoms landed in the palm of my hand. I crushed it. When I opened my fist, I was surprised to see it totally unscathed, but covered in blood. "Birds of a feather I guess," I think as I toss the flower to the ground. I get into the back of a white van and speed away from the campus.

Present Day
The cherry blossom trees that lined the pathway into Akademi High school's main building hadn't changed in the year I hadn't been here. They were smaller than the one on the hill, but not small. I liked them better than the one on the hill.
After an entire year of mostly training to be an assassin, I was uncomfortable wearing a mandatory uniform. But I had to fit in, so I would do what was necessary. Luckily, I had started attending High School when I was 1 year younger then my peers. Now I would be the same age as them. I was here to kill a boy named Budo. The packet I had gotten earlier in the month from Info Chan said that he was president of the martial arts club, with dark, unruly hair and brown eyes. I would know him when I saw him based on his demeanor and posture. She wasn't wrong. "Gotcha," I thought. Bingo. Standing right in front of me was none other than my target. Looking at him closer, he was actually pretty good looking, but now wasn't the time for that. I walked closer to him, only to be stopped by an object impacting into my back, knocking me to the ground. My reflexes kicked in and I rolled to a standing fight stance. People had started to stop and look at what was going on. Not good. Not good at all.
"Sorry about that! I didn't see- uh, you, um there. I'm sorry," The boy stuttered as he turned to me. His face got oddly red. But that same feeling that I got when I looked towards the sun came to me when I looked at his face. The truth was that in my entire time as an assassin in training I hadn't been able to make any progress on my emotions. Oh well.
"It's fine," I say uncaringly. "I need to get out of the spotlight! Fast!" I scramble for a way out. Then give up and walk away. The boy stares after me. Whatever. I did, however, notice the red band with the depiction of a swimmer around his upper arm. He's a club president. Swimming? Sports? Underwater basket weaving? Could be anything. I don't have time to figure it out. I hurry to my class.