Greetings Minna-san, I'm ShadowProve13 but feel free to call me Shadow-chan.
Not my first fanfic, but this shall be my first one for Assassination Classroom.

Anyway, this fic is about Asano's daily life which gets a bit crazy when he cooks up a demon… literally. Just for pure humour reasons. Probably bad puns here and there.
Also just so you know, I have dyslexia so if you see any words mixed up like say I write "there" instead of "their" just leave a note in a review or something and I'll fix it.

That's it, so enjoy~

The sky was a colourful combination of oranges and pinks with small sprinkles of the first stars of the evening when Asano had finished his after-school activities. It was Friday, meaning that he had Judo lessons and tutoring, not that he needed the latter but rather he was the one doing the said tutoring. Out of the goodness of his heart? No, he could think of many things to fill his Friday afternoons with rather than teaching a bunch of snot-nosed brats; but those snot-nosed brats had snot-nosed rich parents that owned large companies, get in good with them would serve him well for his soon adult life.

Planning your future and making sure you had power to back you up is the only way to advance in life. Well, according to his father that is.

Asano let out a sigh. No, the last thing he wanted to think of was his father. He let his thoughts drift to the assignments he must complete over the weekend, one for English and the other for History, another for Biology, not that any of that would be a problem for him. He began mapping out his weekend and in what order he would complete his tasks, however, his mental planning for the weekend ahead was short-lived as he bumped into one person he'd really rather not have.

"Yo, Asano," The redhead greeted with his trademark smirk, one that irked him beyond belief. "Fancy meeting you here. How ya doing?"

"Akabane," Asano's eyes narrowed but made sure to not show any emotion. "I have no reason to talk to you, you're wasting my time," He replied bluntly. Karma let out a low chuckle and shoved the hand that wasn't carrying shopping bags into his pants pocket.

"Friendly as ever, I see. Even out of school you won't have a simple talk with me, how sad."

"I will not engage in a 'friendly' conversation with a lowly delinquent such as yourself. Do not think you can talk to me so freely as we are not on school grounds." Asano pushed passed, not looking back at the E-Class redhead, not even when he called out his name but he did catch what he said to him.

"Delinquent, noble, rich, poor – those words are just a label that defines us by how much paper we can fit in our wallets or how we proceed in life. In the end, when it comes down to it, we're all human."

Asano hated to admit it, but he knew what the boy said was true. But he would not get anywhere in life, not to his goal if he thought such. He would not allow himself to fall to the level of someone from the E-Class, who just 'go with the flow' of where life takes them. He was one who much preferred planning things ahead of time.
He shook off those lingering thoughts and continued to plan for the weekend ahead as he walked through the remainder of the shopping district, heading home.

The strawberry blond was greeted by silence one he entered his house- or rather, mansion. It wasn't surprising, truthfully. His father came home long after Asano went to bed, and apart from the odd meeting at school, they only talked or spent time together in the morning during breakfast. It was also Friday, meaning the staff went home much earlier and had the weekend off.

He untied and took off his shoes, placing them down near the corner of the door where the rest were kept and then travelled up the flight of stairs to his bedroom that was at the end of the hallway. Once there, he placed his school bag in its proper place and took out his textbooks and homework, placing them on the study desk and then changed into a simple nightshirt and sweatpants.

"Homework first or dinner?" Asano thought as he sorted the small pile of papers but before he came to a decision, his stomach decided for him. Which was best, he concluded, as his concentration would be best with a full stomach. With the decision made final, he made his way down to the kitchen quarters.

Now don't get him wrong, sure he's had quite a good grade in Home ec… for theory work. Practical? Not so much. He was still in the top 5 in the year for Home ec, but actual cooking was just not his thing. Usually, he would make some instant ramen, but of course, there was none left.
Sighing, he went through some cupboards but nothing struck appealing to him. After a few more disappointing cupboard raids he noticed a book on a countertop. Curious, as he did not recognise the cover, walked over to the counter and looked at it. A simple brown, leather-bond covering. He flipped the cover page to have a look on the other side, there was just a name written with a sharpie, Alice. The name rang a bell, he suddenly recalled the new cook that started a few days ago was named Alice – a foreigner from Ireland who came to learn Japanese cuisine, she knew their head cook and his father agreed to take her in so she could study.
"She must have left her notebook," Asano said to himself. As he was going to close the book, he noticed a sticky note marking a page. Of course, he knew that he shouldn't go through other people's stuff, but considering the sticky note has pasta written on it neatly, he was too hungry to care.

He flipped to the page and saw what seemed a list of random ingredients jotted down in English, but they were easy to read, nothing too complicated. The ingredients did strike him as odd, but then again it could be a pasta recipe common in Ireland, he thought. He wasn't familiar with their foods, so he thought he would give it a try. However, he did note that pasta wasn't listed there, but shrugged it off as that's why the sticky note was there in the first place.

Raiding the cupboards once again, he managed to find all but two herbs needed. But Asano figured he could replace them with a spice similar to them… or the closest ones he could get his hands on. Looking at them, he figured it wouldn't make it taste that much different. They were imported from Italy, so they must give a good flavour kick at least.

He filled the cooking pot with water and placed it on the stove once it began to heat up, and threw in the Fettuccine pasta. He waited for it to soften down before adding the dried herbs and stirred it a little. "Now what was I supposed to do? Wait wasn't it….?" Asano murmured to himself, trying to recall the day they cooked a pasta dish in Home ec but was interrupted by the load ring of the household phone.

Asano walked off into the hallway and answered the phone. "Asano residents, Asano Gakushu speaking," He answered in a dull, monotone voice. He sighed, another person wishing to be business partners with his father's. "No, sorry, my father is out at the moment…. When? I'm not sure, it seems to be an important meeting…. Yes, what is the number?" The strawberry blond switched the phone into his left hand and grabbed the pen and notepad placed at the side of the phone and jotted down the phone number and name of the man who rang. "Alright, I shall tell him once he comes home…. You're welcome…. Yes, goodnight." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair.

He placed the phone back into its holder and tore off the page from the notepad which he had written on and placed it onto the pile of other small, ripped pages that had numbers and names written down on. It didn't matter whether he told him or not, those numbers were never touched by his father. If he wanted business partners, then he would give those potential ones his own phone number, not the household number. His father had his own system – the ones he gave the home number to were those he saw as weak and only wanted to join with him to gain some strength, the ones he gave his own mobile number to were those whom his father saw as a great asset.
Asano started to straighten the objects on the small end table, arranging them neatly. Believe it or not, smalls things like this he found quite calming. He could arrange them any way he wanted, put them in any place he wished and they would not complain. And yes, he was well aware that they were inanimate objects, they could not complain.

He got so absorbed in what he was doing that he momentarily forgot about the pasta until a loud crash and bang of stainless steel coming from the kitchen brought him out of his trance. He stopped immediately and raced back to the kitchen quarters and groaned when he saw the pot, and pasta spread out all over the floor. "Oh give me a break...!" Asano bent down to pick up the cooking pot but completely forgot the part of it having handles and grabbed the sides. He felt the stinging sizzle of his hands being burnt, he dropped the pot and shook his hands up and down, letting out a few curse words.

A childish giggle echoed through the small room. "Well that was silly of you~" Asano froze and slowly looked up to the source of the sudden voice. His eyes widened. There, sitting on the counter top, was a female no younger than himself dressed in a very… peculiar dress consisting of darker and lighter shades of purple that seemed to have come straight out of the Victorian era in England but at the same time the word Lolita came to mind. The girl had very pale skin, not the sickly kind, but almost milky. Her eyes were a bright sky blue and her hair was a rose pink colour that went down past her legs. And most of all, she had very pointy ears, almost elvish.

"Who the fuck are you….?" Now, Asano wasn't one for cursing, but he was tired, hungry, starting to get a headache, he just burnt both hand and now this? Yes, this was acceptable enough to curse at.

The strange girl titled her head to the side, confusingly. "Did you not… summon me?"

"Summon you?" Asano's left eye began to twitch slightly. "What do you mean I summoned you? Why are you here, in my house? And again, who are you?!"

"Like I said, you summoned me!" She pouted quite childishly, her cheeks puffed out. "You used those herbs to summon me," She pointed at the small jars of herbs on the counter. "I'm a demon!" She exclaimed while thrashing her arms about.

Asano stared at her, blinking quite rapidly.

"Wait, what?"

And there we have it, the first chapter~ For those wondering, it's not gonna be romance, maybe hints between other characters. But this will be mostly humour.

Hope ya enjoyed it, R&R~

Xxx Shadow-chan