Heart of an Assassin
Disclaimer: I do NOT own either Inuyasha or Assassination Classroom
Summary: Shortly after Koro-sensei became the teacher of Kunugigaoka Junior High's Class 3-E, the Ministry of Defense adds a new student to the End Class. She's skilled in combat with the required skills of an assassin. Will she go through with assassinating the teacher or will she find another solution altogether?
Pairing: KagomeKarma
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Foreign Language"
A smirk graced coral pink lips as the owner was handed a list of names with coordinating pictures. "So these would be my new classmates, huh?"
"Yes, and you'll be attending classes with them as of tomorrow," the girl's uncle answered.
"Some of them are pretty cute," she noted as she perused the list. Though they were younger than herself and not as good looking as the people she had spent a half-year with, she wouldn't mind going out with a couple of the boys if they asked her. "And this girl looks rather familiar," she pointed out as her eyes examined an image of a fourteen-year-old with cat ear pigtails.
The teenager hummed to herself as she thought over the proposition her uncle and grandfather had offered her from Japan's Ministry of Defense. She'd be transferring out of her current junior high and joining her school's rival junior high. From the rumors she had heard, the class she would be entering didn't have a high reputation or a very good one in comparison to the rest of Kunugigaoka Junior High. However, she didn't put much faith into rumors. She would rather see something for herself rather than believe biased views.
She weighed the pros and cons for accepting the proposal, but no matter how she looked at it the pros far outweighed the cons. Though she would be leaving her current school, she wouldn't be losing much. She didn't have any friends in her year anymore. They had all graduated to high school while she had been held back a year for her excessive amount of absences throughout the autumn and winter terms. Plus, she would finally be able to escape from all those rumors of being the sick girl due to all those weird illnesses her paternal grandfather made up.
"Do you think you can do it, Kagome?" Akiba Takayuki, Japan's Ministry of Defense's Chief of Staff and Kagome's maternal uncle, inquired. He knew his niece and her capabilities, but it was her choice on whether or not she'll actually carry through with the plan. "Can you kill the monster that destroyed the moon?"
"Kill the person who is responsible for the destruction of seventy percent of the moon? There's not much of a choice, is there?" the blue-eyed teen laughed, remembering to carefully word her answer. "No worries, Takayuki-oji-sama, Sofu-sama. I'll get it done," she finished, her blue eyes taking on a silver glow.
"Wahh, this old place really hasn't changed much," the fifteen-year-old mumbled as she was led through the old campus of Kunugigaoka Junior High to Class 3-E. "Though it's much more rundown than the last time I was here."
"Ah, the school board hasn't renovated this section of the school since the creation of the new campus," Karasuma informed his newest charge. Although he had been informed of the new student's abilities and skill level, he worried about adding another civilian to the situation. Children shouldn't be given the task of assassinating that monster.
"Is that so? I kind of get why…" Kagome said out loud, knowing of Chairman Asano Gakuho's past with the old campus. The suicide of one of his students had really changed her uncle Gakuho. It hadn't helped matters when her father and Chairman Asano's best friend, Higurashi Masanori, had been assassinated around the same time. Losing two of his precious people had the Harvard graduate snapping and changing his views on many things.
"Please prepare yourself, Kagome-san. The target is unlike anything you've ever seen before," the government agent warned as he knocked on the door of Class 3-E, announcing their arrival to the class within.
'I highly doubt that,' the raven thought, remembering all the yokai and supernatural beings she had met over the last half year.
Kagome giggled as she heard the complaints of her new classmates. They really were just kids even though they were about the same age. Then again, not many teenagers their age were required to kill especially not ordered to assassinate someone, who clearly enjoyed watching people attempt to kill him.
She listened as her new teacher lectured the class about the weapons the government had specially created and provided the students to kill him with. Though she couldn't see him, she could see the shadow of her supposed target. He was far taller and bigger than anybody she knew in the modern era, but he was nothing in comparison to the people she knew in the past.
"I told you: these may be harmless to you…" he said as he took one of the air guns from one of his students and proceeded to demonstrate the destructivity of their government issued weapons. The gun released a loud bang as the professor pulled the trigger, blowing off one of his tentacles.
Kagome jumped at the sound, having not expected her supposed target to shoot a part of himself.
"But they're special anti-sensei BBs developed by the government. If one hits me, it can slice through my sells like they were tofu. Of course, they regenerate a few seconds later." She heard him explain as the damaged tentacle was waved around.
"Then again, you could end up shooting your eyes out. No shooting in the classroom unless you're trying to kill me. I do hope you can kill me—before graduation, that is," the monster teacher laid out.
"Now, I'm not sure if everyone is aware, but our class will be receiving a new transfer student today. Therefore please be polite while Karasuma-san introduces her," the yellow octopus ordered just as the door to the classroom slid open and in stepped the Ministry of Defense agent.
From the door, Kagome watched as her uncle's subordinate talked to the class.
"As I'm sure the target has informed you," Agent Karasuma spoke as he began writing on the blackboard in white chalk. "You'll be receiving a new classmate. Her name is Higurashi Kagome, and she's transferring in from Hariyama Junior High."
Hearing her name, the deceivingly slender girl entered the classroom and stopped beside the government agent. "Hajimemashita, I'm Higurashi Kagome. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu," the raven greeted her new classmates.
From the corner of her eye, Kagome noted the appearance of her new teacher. Slimy yellow skin, a multitude of tentacles, a scholar robe and hat, and the face of an emoticon. The picture she had been shown last night didn't really do the instructor any justice.
"Just so you all know, Kagome-san here is the niece of one my superiors. She was highly recommended by the ministry to be amongst the assassins in this class," Karasuma announced. "Out of everyone in this class, she has the highest likelihood of killing this monster."
"Oh? Is that so?" the octopus like teacher mocked as his face became striped in green. There was no human on earth who can kill him, much less anyone in junior high. "I can't wait for your assassination, Higurashi-san."
"Eh? How's a little girl like her going to kill the monster when we can't?" Teresaka Ryoma laughed from the back of the class. Before anyone could blink, one of the anti-sensei knives whistled through the air, soundly smacking the guffawing boy square in the face.
"I suggest you shut your mouth before I make you," the raven smiled sweetly as she slid out of her throwing position, satisfied at shutting up the younger boy.
"I can't give you much information about her, but heed this. If you want to continue living with your body intact, I would suggest you don't pick a fight with her," Karasuma warned. "In terms of fighting skills, Kagome-san is leagues ahead of everyone in this class. Many if not all of you, will not stand a chance in a fight against her."
"Now, now," Class 3-E's only teacher spoke as he came up from the sides of the classroom. "The only violence allowed in this class are assassination attempts on me. Now, if Higurashi-san—"
"Kagome," the blue-eyed girl interrupted.
"What?"
"Call me Kagome," the raven repeated. "Higurashi-san was my father and grandmother."
"Yes, well, if Kagome-san doesn't mind, you all may ask her a few questions," the yellow instructor announced with a meaningful look to his newest student. "Or she could tell us a little about herself."
"I don't mind," the blue-eyed girl shrugged, her high ponytail swaying with the movement. "Eto… I'm fifteen years old, and I enjoy learning and shopping. I don't like fighting unless I have to. My hobbies are cooking, gardening, and reading. My favorite food is probably oden or Italian cuisine..."
'Wow... she doesn't sound like a killer at all. She acts kind of like any other junior high student,' the class thought as the new girl introduced herself.
"... And if anyone attempts to harm my friends and family…," Kagome paused, her blue eyes flashing. "Let's just say they won't be seeing the sun for a very long time," she smirked.
At the raven's look, shivers ran down her new classmates' spines. 'Now I see why,' the class collectively thought.
"Ano..." one of the students began.
"Yes, Shiota Nagisa-kun," Kagome called on, shocking the extremely androgynous boy.
"How do you know my name?" the cyan-haired boy questioned.
Kagome smiled sweetly, entertained by her classmate's surprise. "I know all of your names. Oji-sama gave me a list of all your names and face last night for me to memorize. Please don't act as if I stalked any of you. It's more likely for sensei to do that given his speed and free time," she added in an attempt to calm down her new classmates.
"Ne, what was your question Shiota-kun," she asked when she saw the students relax a bit.
"Why did you accept the mission?" Nagisa asked tentatively. "I mean aside from the obvious."
"Oh, I didn't accept it for the money or to save the earth, if that's what you mean. Sofu-sama and Oji-sama asked me to, and I have a hard time saying no to family. And there were more pros in attending Kunugigaoka than staying at Hariyama," the fifteen-year-old shrugged in an uncaring manner.
"Does anyone else have questions for Kagome-san?" the octopus-like instructor asked. "If not, we'll be starting class soon. Kagome-san, if you please—"
"Eto… sensei, I actually have a few questions for you," Kagome interrupted again.
"By all means, ask away," the pseudo emoticon encouraged.
Keeping her eyes trained on her teacher's aura, the blue-eyed teen began her own interrogation. "Did you really blow up the moon?"
"Of course. Who else could have done it?"
'Lie. He's not my target,' Kagome thought, her eyes narrowing as the octopus monster's aura fluctuated. "Are you an artificial lifeform or alien?"
"That's the only possibility, Kagome-san. There's n—" Karasuma interjected.
However, Kagome quickly silenced him. "I wasn't asking you Karasuma-san. Are you an artificial lifeform or alien?" she repeated.
"What do you think?" the once again green striped emoticon dodged.
"Please don't avoid the question, sensei. It's important to me," Kagome requested as the instructor's aura darkened in color but remained calm.
"An alien."
Kagome's eyes narrowed again as the nearly three meter tall teacher's aura once again fluctuated. 'Another lie.' "Were you ever experimented on, sensei?"
"If we can't even shoot him, what makes her think he was ever experimented on?" Terasaka scoffed.
"Unfortunately, yes," the teacher's calm yellow face lightened two shades; too small of a difference to be noticeable by the majority. Gasps were heard around the classroom, the students and the government agent unable to believe the octopus monster's answer.
The interrogating teen's eyes widened as her teacher's aura remained calm, but took on a dark blue tint. The color meant sadness and possibly trauma. Likely a bad memory at best, but with experimentations, it was more likely to have been a mentally scarring time.
"Do you have any intention of actually blowing up the earth?"
"Yes," the professor's ever smiling face answered. "If no one is able to kill me by next March, that is."
Again, Kagome's eyes narrowed at the fluctuation in the teacher's aura. "Are you really able to destroy the earth?"
"Why of course. I wouldn't make the threat if I couldn't."
"Did you choose next March as your deadline?"
"Of course. I wanted the time the earth blows to correspond with when I blew up the moon."
'So he doesn't want to destroy the earth, but he possesses the ability to do so. However, he has no control over the ability,' Kagome analyzed. "Arigato sensei," she smiled.
"Is that all, Kagome-san?"
"Almost. I only have one question left, and then I'll get out of your hair... or slime in this case," the blue-eyed ten corrected upon noting the octopus teacher's baldness. "What's sensei's name? We can't refer to you as sensei when we talk to others outside of this class. It'll just be too confusing."
"My… name?" the instructor asked, seemingly perplexed by the question.
"Now that you mention it…" Sugino Tomohito commented aloud.
"… He never did tell us," Okano Hinata finished.
"Hmm… I don't really call myself anything in particular. How about all of you come up with one, if you don't mind. But for now, let's begin class," the professor announced cheerfully. "Kagome-san, please take the open seat behind Okuda-san."
"Yes, sensei," Kagome smiled, having all the information she needed to decide on her next move. As she was headed to her seat, she stopped by her uncle's subordinate.
"Will you be alright with him, Kagome-san?" Karasuma asked his superior's niece.
"I think I'll be just fine," she waved the agent off before heading to her seat and waited for the octopus teacher to begin the lesson.
Kagome paid close attention to the current lesson being taught in Class 3-E. However, her gaze was more attentive of how her new teacher behaved and interacted with each individual student rather than what the artificial octopus wrote on the blackboard.
From what she had seen, the instructor acted like any decent teacher and taught in nearly the same manner as her godfather had before his somewhat snap from reality.
As the current lesson was in English, she could afford to not pay attention to the lesson too much. Having Japanese-American grandparents and being raised on a tourist attraction, she was fluent in English and several other languages.
A light chuckle emitted from her as the long haired blonde, Nakamura Rio if she remembered right, failed in her assassination attempt and was scolded and punished by their instructor.
"Kagome-san, do you have any problems understanding the lesson?" the teacher asked from the front.
"No, sensei."
"Then please recite the phrase I wrote."
"The school gate is where the schoolbag is. Lewis, who is the schoolbag's owner, is so clumsy to have left his bag there."
"That's was superb pronunciation, Kagome-san. You didn't even have any problems with the L and R like most Japanese would By any chance, did you used to live in America? Your accent tells me you speak a standard California dialect with ease. And please answer me in English."
"No, professor. I go to the US for holidays and tournaments, but I grew up speaking English with my maternal grandparents and the tourists that visit," Kagome spoke in perfect English.
"Impressive. Then I assume one of your grandparents is of foreign descent."
Kagome laughed at the reply. "You'd be surprised by how many people guess that. But no, both of my maternal grandparents are full Japanese. They're just second-generation Japanese-Americans, who decided they liked their homeland better than the country they were born in," the teen responded.
"Is that so? I'll be assigning you different homework for your advance knowledge of the subject then," the mutant octopus instructed.
"Class did any of you understand what Kagome-san said?" When no one answered him, he turned his attention back to his newest student "Then please act as a conversation partner and tutor for your classmates, Kagome-san. I think it'll help their conversation skills over the long run."
Just as he finished his sentence, the school bell rang, signaling the end of fourth period.
Kagome watched as Class 3-E's sole teacher announce that he would heading to China for mapo doufu before disappearing out the window at Mach 20. She would have offered to go with him as she wanted to speak with him in private, but she didn't feel like being shot at. She had heard from uncle that Japan's Self-Defense Force had planned on shooting missiles at the yellow octopus and that a fleet of battleships now lied in wait for him in the Sea of Japan.
She barely paid her classmates any attention as they discussed their teacher amongst themselves. Pulling out her phone, she began writing notes of what she had observed and learned about her new teacher. 'Didn't destroy the moon, but claims to have. Face changes with his emotions and response to exterior variables. Originally human. Human experimentation. Possible emotional and psychological scars. Surprisingly diligent and good teacher. Has ability to destroy the earth, but unable to control it. Possibly caused by experimentation. Self-destruction? Death?'
There wasn't much on what she had learned and the information she had wasn't conclusive, but she knew for a fact that he wasn't the target she was after. She was after for the person who had destroyed the moon, and if this artificial octopus knows he has the ability to destroy the earth, then her target was likely to be the person responsible for his transformation.
As she finished typing in the last of her notes Kagome took out the bento her grandmother had packed for her and a novel that she had started the other day.
She didn't pay much attention to what her classmates did throughout the lunch period, and decided to ignore her classmates as they put themselves down. It wasn't any of her business nor her problem if they had no pride or even any respect for themselves.
Her attention only strayed from her book when Terasaka demanded Nagisa to meet him for an assassination planning session, and again when Class 3-E's teacher returned with Nagisa in tow.
Looking at the student-teacher pair, Kagome couldn't help but notice that something was different. She dismissed the missile the instructor held with his tentacles, and her attention focused in the androgynous boy. Something was different about him, and it wasn't just the despondent aura that emitted from him. Her eyes roved over the younger student before her gaze caught sight of the drawstring bag in the boy's hand. 'He didn't have that before.'
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, not trusting whatever Terasaka had forced Nagisa to take. From the short time she had been in the bulky boy's presence, he appeared to be nothing more than an idiotic delinquent with no regard for others not within his group. She wouldn't trust him to create a plan that wouldn't involve hurting others outside of his circle.
Kagome worry for the younger boy's health and safety grew as her blue-eyes trailed after the pigtailed boy. She didn't know if Nagisa would follow through with the assassination attempt, but she would watch over him as best she could. She could only hope that the androgynous boy had at least some sense of self-preservation.
"Tadaima!" Kagome called out as she entered her maternal grandparents' home. She had moved back in with her Japanese-American grandparents earlier in the week when her Uncle Takayuki had first made the assassination proposition to her.
"Okaeri," her grandfather, Akiba Satoshi, greeted. "How was school?"
"I stopped an assassination attempt that would have severely injured another student, and learned a lot about Koro-sensei. He's a surprisingly good teacher by the way. The class was mostly like any class back at Hariyama if you ignore all the assassination attempts," the eldest Akiba grandchild answered as she switched out of her sneakers for slippers.
"Koro-sensei?"
"Ahh, that's what the class has decided to call the target since he didn't give us a name to call him by," the blue-eyed girl clarified as she walked passed her grandfather. "Is Sobo-sama home? I kind of want to get some piano practice in before I go to the gym."
"She isn't back from rehearsal yet, but I'll tell her when she gets back. And why aren't you in your uniform?" the Akiba family patriarch questioned. From his understanding of when his son and daughter attended school, students in Japan were required to wear their school uniform to and from school no matter if it's only for club practice.
"I'd rather accidentally flash someone than be caught wearing that in public. It's already bad enough I'm attending Hariyama Junior High's rival school. I'd rather it not be public knowledge that I'm a school traitor."
The grey-eyed male sighed at his granddaughter's response; it was just like her to do somethings like this. He would have to get used to seeing her out of uniform. "So what's your decision, Kagome-chan?" he inquired as his grandchild waltz to the kitchen to begin prepping dinner.
Pausing in her preparations, Kagome couldn't help but ask, "Sofu-sama, is it really necessary to kill Koro-sensei?"
"From what the world's governments can tell, that is our only option to save the earth. What brought this up?"
"I'll put some effort in trying to assassinate Koro-sensei for appearance sakes, but I honestly don't want to kill someone who is innocent. Koro-sensei is only claiming to be the perpetrator. I would rather cure him than kill him."
"What do you mean, Kagome?" Satoshi asked in confusion and concern. His granddaughter had never shown remorse for the people she had killed, but then again the eight she had killed over the last few years had always been psychopath serial killers.
"I mean that Koro-sensei's current form is because of a human experiment, and he's dying, Sofu-sama."
AN: Yes, I have a new story, and you all probably hate me for this.
Translations:
Oij-sama = Uncle
Sofu-sama = Grandfather
Sobo-sama = Grandmother