Hello everyone! I have been waiting to make stories for this for a while. Assassination Classroom is so awesome! Which makes me sad that the final season ended. :( So I decided to do a story about it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom. I only own my OC Jason.
"No. No. No and for a thousand times: No!"
"Jason. I need your help."
"Need my help? Your an imaginary character for crying out loud! How do you need my help?" Jason asked in a whisper.
Jason took off his glasses and began to wipe it off with the edge of his shirt. He was probably losing it. College was finally taking a bigger toll on his health than what he would have liked.
"Plus. You are Korosensei. Why would you need help from a nobody like me?"
"Jason. You are not a nobody. Don't you remember? You were great friends with everyone at my class."
"Oh right and I have a pet dragon. Sorry Korosensei but I am positive I have never met you or any of the 3-E students. Now would you leave me alone?"
Jason returned his focus back on his chemistry textbook. As he tried to concentrate on his latest problem, he couldn't help but notice the slithering yellow tentacle creeping onto his desk. The college student put his glasses back on and gave the yellow octopus a look.
"Look Korosensei. I am not going to help you for three reasons: 1. You are imaginary, 2. I don't believe a single word you say and 3. I have a chemistry quiz to study."
"I don't quite understand who is this Korosensei, but I would suggest you keep quiet Jason. It is rude to interrupt your fellow colleagues from concentrating." A new voice jumped in.
Jason's blood ran cold as he looked at the person beside the octopus. It was none other than his chemistry professor. His disapproving glare dug into the said student as though he was pierced by a thousand knives. He was aware his classmates were also giving him looks.
"Sorry Professor."
Jason looked back down at his textbook. He inwardly gave a sigh of relief when his professor took his eyes off him. He heard a few snickers nearby, probably because he looked like a crazy guy talking to himself.
"So you don't remember." Korosensei said in a solemn tone.
Jason's eyes were full of accusation at the animated teacher. Why on earth did the octopus teacher want him? Last time Jason checked, he wasn't the only person in the world who watched Assassination Classroom. Besides, there was no way he could have made friends with the 3-E class students. Maybe Korosensei was finally losing it.
Scratch that. Jason was finally losing it.
"Jason-"
"Not now. Look when the class is over, we can continue our discussion." Jason furiously whispered.
"Jason. Are you talking with someone on your phone? If so, I ask that you remove your earplugs and give me your cellphone." The professor said.
"No sir! I'm not talking with anyone!"
"So you are talking with yourself?"
"Um..."
Great. Now he was in a dilemma. Either he could lie and give the teacher his cellphone or admit he was losing his sanity. Korosensei wasn't even going to help him out. The octopus got him into this mess. The professor rapped his fingers on his desk.
"Well Jason?"
"I...I was talking to myself sir."
"I see. I suggest you try and get 8 hours of sleep. Maybe then you would be back to normal."
"Yes sir."
The professor glanced at his watch.
"Alright. Class is over."
With that note, the professor took up his briefcase and left the door. Students began to leave the class one by one. Jason didn't even bother to look up. It wasn't until the last student left did Jason closed the classroom door.
Now it was just him and Korosensei.
Jason took a seat in the front row so that he was right in front of the professor's desk. Korosensei was already sitting in the professor's chair, simply watching. It was a standstill to see who would break the silence first.
One voice in Jason's head was urging him not to talk to the octopus teacher. Maybe if he took a nap right now, he would feel better. Then this whole nonsense would disappear. Unfortunately, another voice was suggesting the octopus wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Jason shook his head and placed his head on the table. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for five minutes, everything would be okay.
"You could never sleep during class time. So it would be impossible for you to sleep now, and may I add Jason, you shouldn't be sleeping during class time to start with."
Jason sat straight up and looked at Korosensei. How on earth did he know Jason couldn't sleep during class? Did he now have the ability to read minds? Jason let out a sigh. Well, he wasn't going to get rid of this guy anytime soon.
"Alright. Fine. I'll listen to what you have to say."
Well. This was it. Jason was finally going to give in to his insanity. Not like he could have done anything about it anyways.
"Okay."
Korosensei straightened up as a tentacle curled itself up and releasing itself.
"You see. My students have been kidnapped."
"What?"
Did he just say his students got kidnapped? Then what on earth was he doing talking to Jason in some different universe than the one of Assassination Classroom?
"Okay. Now you must be joking. There is no way you are calm about this and-"
It was at that moment that Jason saw the teacher stand up from his desk. Yellow liquid oozed down the Korosensei's face.
"I'm serious."
There was a huge tone of sadness that was enough to cause even the coldest man to have a heartbreak.
"I failed them as a teacher. I failed them as a friend."
"Okay. Hold on a second. You really shouldn't get too worried about this. I mean, they are trained assassins so they can take on things more than the average person can."
Jason smacked himself mentally. Real motivational. That would make Korosensei cry even more.
"If I knew who there enemy was, then I wouldn't worry so much. But I haven't seen any of my students in class. Only a note that threatened if I do not show up with you, they would be killed."
"Well, don't you have Professor Irina and Karasuma?"
"They were captured as well."
"Really? Its kind of hard to catch professional assassins."
"Then it could only mean that our enemy is stronger."
"Er...Korosensei? Not to sound rude but I can't really help you. I mean, I don't even like fighting and couldn't win one if I had the chance."
Korosensei gave a sigh and put one tentacle on Jason's right shoulder. Inwardly, the college student cringed at the touch. Apparently, even though Korosenei was invisible to everyone else, Jason could still feel him. It was like having a melted rubber band.
"Those were the exact same words you told me when you first joined the class. Do you remember?"
"Um...No?"
"Remember Jason. You are an assassin. Right now, your friends need you."
The last time Jason was an assassin was when he was in a Halloween party in elementary school. But he didn't dare say out loud, knowing it would not convince the octopus otherwise. Which was when something occurred to him.
If he simply said okay and tell Korosensei he would help tomorrow, Jason would be able to abandon the octopus. Tomorrow would be the weekends and the octopus only seemed to bother him in college campus. So if he lied, then maybe he could be free from this nonsense.
Jason let out a sigh and gave a nod.
"Okay Korosensei. I don't know how much help I can be but I will try my best. But just two things I am going to ask in return. For starters, can you tell me more about my time in 3-E class?"
"That is fine."
"Okay. Now then. The second thing is we should probably do this tomor-"
"We are leaving right now."
"What?"
"We have no time to waste. Let's go Jason."
The next thing Jason knew, a tentacle was wrapped around his waste. He was tucked inside Korosensei's shirt just as Karma and Nagisa were when they were off to see the movie. Jason's eyes widened as he saw a tentacle open the windows wide enough so that the octopus could get through. Jason's mind began to race. Korosense wasn't seriously going to do this, right?
"Next stop: To our classroom 3-E!"
Jason could only scream as he flew towards the sky. The wind blasted at his face as daylight struck him in his eyes.
The last thing he heard was Korosensei's laughter as darkness took over his vision.
