'Shit, he's kinda,' you thought to yourself. You knew you weren't supposed to like him but that couldn't stop you from admiring, he was like twenty years older than you anyway.
Out of nowhere, he broke the window behind him with his bare hand, making a few of you scream a bit out of shock. Your cover was officially blown.
"Boring. I can hear your footsteps, people," his voice was DEEP and monotone. "I wanted to kill someone interesting, not a bunch of amateurs."
'The fuck did he expect from fourteen to fifteen year olds..?'
"Ain't your squadron leader supposed to be some kinda special forces dick, or did he get bagged? Hun."
No response, obviously.
"Hun. Tough break. Guess the gas got to him before I had the chance, hun. Smog live, or did they kill each other at the same time, like men? Hun, lemme see ya."
You all stepped away from the corner you were hiding behind. None of you could get your head around the way he spoke..
"Dude, what's with all the stupid 'huns'?" Karma asked shamelessly, even had a smile on his face.
'WHY DOES HE ALWAYS SAY WHAT WE'RE THINKING?!'
"Hun. It's how samurai's talk. Read someplace they used to do it all the time to sound intimidating."
"Well congrats, it's working. Giving me the Goddamn heebie jeebies," you faked a shiver.
"I like the way it plays, makes me feel badass. This is actually the first time I've tried it out, so no big. Hun, I might decide to drop it once I've killed you. No one else's heard me talk this, so it'd be a clean slate."
Apparently this guy was planning on killing all of you with just his hands, and you honestly didn't doubt it. He was well built, one of those guys you just knew were ripped even though they're wearing long sleeves.
Karma let go of your hand, which surprised you a bit but you didn't say anything just in case. You were confused, out of anywhere he'd keep you out of arm's length he chose when your life was being threatened. He slowly crept up to the front of the group, you decided to stand next to Isogai and Yada, so you'd be close enough to Mr. Karasuma but also have someone you're totally comfortable with.
Once the blonde man grabbed his walkie-talkie, or whatever communication device it was, Karma grabbed a small potted tree and swung it, breaking both the device and one of the windows.
"Speaking of let downs.." He started.
"Oh Jesus Christ," you sighed, burying your face in your hands.
"..You seem fairly average for a professional. And I can break glass too, if that's all it takes," he chuckled as he spoke, as if he were talking to someone who was lesser than him, like one of those snobby CEOs talking to a retail worker, like they're better than them. "What I wouldn't do is call in reinforcements as an opening move. But then, I'm not especially threatened by 'a bunch of amateurs'."
Everyone gasped, but you.
"Karma Akabane get your ass over here, if he doesn't kill you at this rate I will," you said like a fed up mother.
He just waved his hand back at you, a mixture of the 'shut the fuck up' wave and the 'I've got this' wave.
"Karma! Stop!" Mr. Karasuma was about to interfere.
"Not so fast, Mr. Karasuma, you too (Y/N). The boy's chin is down. Karma typically enters a fight with his chin angled upward. It shows disdain. He's literally looking down his nose at his opponent, this is different. True, his words may be dripping with arrogance, but his eyes are staring daggers. He's alert, locking his opponents gaze. Finals were quite a blow to his precious ego. But I suspect he's taken the lesson of that failure to heart."
"Damn.. I've known Karma for what? Seven years? And I've never noticed that.. You've known him for not even a year.. You really are incredible.."
"Hm. Alright, put your money where your mouth is," the man took off his coat, they were really about to fight.
"If you insist."
Though you wanted to, you could barely watch. If it were anyone else it would've been fine, but of course you were dating an idiot. Sure, you had watched Karma's fights before, they were kind of unavoidable, even while walking home he'd end up getting into one, from guys who he had issues with, to ones who looked at you the wrong way. But the difference was, the oldest he'd fight was eighteen, a high school third year. Biggest would be about the guys in Kyoto. This was an adult, not just any adult but a professional killer. You feared he didn't stand a chance.
You finally looked up, all he could do was dodge, he had no openings to get a hit in. It calmed your nerves knowing he wasn't stupid enough to try and hit him right away.
"Oh wow, he's blocking like an expert!" Kayano's jaw practically dropped.
"You have to come in for an attack if you wanna win this," the guy finally stopped.
"Ya don't say. What if all I'm really trying to do is create a distraction? I mean, my buddies are kinda hoping' to sneak by so maybe I'm just bein' clever," he cracked his knuckles. "Aw, relax. I'm pretty underhanded on the best of days. But this is one fight I wanna win fair and square."
"Oh my lord I am going to have a heart attack," you rested your forehead on Yada's shoulder in almost defeat, she patted your head, not taking her eyes off the fight.
"See, this is what I'm talking about. Two equals, mano y mano. A real battle to the death, hun."
Then, finally, Karma was able to get hits in. Though most of them missed, he thought he hurt him enough by kneeing him in the hip and took it as his opening. But, he was gassed. Your heart sunk to your lungs, you felt like you couldn't breathe.
"You son of a bitch! He wanted to fight you like a man and this is how you respond?" Yoshida said exactly what you wanted to say. You couldn't build up words, you knew it wouldn't come out properly, honestly, you were keeping yourself from crying.
He talked and talked, lifting Karma up by just his head, with one hand, you thought it was officially over when Karma lifted his arm and sprayed the guy with gas. Seeing that you inhaled a shaky, relieved breath.
"Guess great minds think alike! Now what was it you were saying about me being 'all that'?"
"How di... How did you not... Breathe it in..?"
Honestly, you didn't care about that, you were just happy he was safe. You ran over to him and hugged him, not caring about the assassin who was now on the ground. He smiled a bit, stroking your hair with one hand and wrapping his other arm around you.
"Aww, were you gonna cry? I didn't think you cared that much about me," he whispered sarcastically in your ear.
"Shut up, you're not funny."
"I'm hilarious, now move it. I'm not done," he said before lightly pushing you away.
Once you were out of the way, the guy came at him with a knife. Due to the state of lightheadedness he was in from the gas, Karma got him back on the ground with ease.
"C'mon, Terasaka! What're you waiting for? I'm gonna need duct tape and every free hand we got to hold this crazy bastard down!"
Most of the boys sat down on him, taping his limbs together so he couldn't try anything. Once everything settled down, Karma sat in front of the taped up man and pulled something out of his back pocket.
"Huh.. Didn't I tell you to throw that out months ago!?"
"But it's so handy!" He smiled, "Mustard and wasabi! You never know when you're gonna need them to shove up a nose."
"Do what?!"
"Man, he's lucky he's cute when he's excited," you walked over to them and sat down next to Karma, resting your head on his shoulder.
"This is cute?!" Kayano was in disbelief.
"Part of keepin' my guard up meant I had to play nice. But hey, now that we've got you all bound up, I can let loose. Oh (Y/N), pass me that please."
"He looks gross now.." You replied as you handed him whatever it was he asked for.
"Now let's see... You've got your jalapeños, your hatch chilies, your ghost peppers, those are a kick in the balls, right? And a pinch of garlic for heart health," he looked at him as if he had just created a masterpiece. "Well, hun, whatcha think? Show us that samurai willpower?" He asked before shoving more mustard up his nose, you began tidying his little torture kit.
"Where'd you even get the face clip thing, didn't I get rid of the last one..?"
"I know a guy."
"So.. I've noticed Karma's still a sadist.." Nagisa stared blankly at Karma, who was hysterically laughing at the poor assassin.
"I am very concerned about what his future holds.."
"Poor (Y/N).."