Well this was a short chapter, but they'll get longer. Assassination Classroom doesn't belong to me. I make no money from it, just the ability to share my ideas.

Chapter 1 - Target: Shiota Sensei

"Very good," said Nagisa, pointing as his students work. They were working on math, and it was one of his students hardest subjects so a lot of them got frustrated but he did his best to stay calm and help them figure it out.

Out of the corner of his eye he could feel something coming quickly. He stepped back so that he was by the side of the student that he was helping as a metal pipe came down hard on the desk, splintering the wood on the edge. Just after, the student sitting down tried to stab him in the side. He quickly moved his had down and knocked the knife out his hand.

"Hideaki-chan" he addressed the student with the pipe, "That was a very good attempt but please don't disturb the other students while they are studying." He reached down and picked up the knife, "Please practice these problems, Shichiro-chan."

He saw Hideaki glare at him as he put the knife on the table and move on the next student that looked like he needed help. Just like every other day, Nagisa flitted around the classroom working with every student. He couldn't help them all at the same time like Koro Sensei but he did manage to get to all of them at some point during the day.

He was happy that he could see them improving. Some of them were still struggling but he truly believed that he he kept this up he could see them all passing with flying colors by the end of the year. He liked to think that Koro Sensei was smiling down at him, happy with the person that he had become.

He looked up at the clock. The day was almost over but he still had another job to do after this. He hoped that he would have enough time to grade all the papers and come up with some good problems before tomorrow. He tried to come up with problem to help each student but there was no way that he could do that every day. He was doing all he could to do that every week. He still had his other job to do.
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"Did you see Shiota Sensei at the end of class?" chucked Shichiro. "Yeah," said, Michi, "he was so eager to get out of class. Looks like we're chasing another away, huh Hideaki?" he nudged his friend on the shoulder.

Hideaki was to busy thinking. Shiota Sensei was making him look like a fool. He was trying to think of a way to get him back. Shiota Sensei told them to try and kill him. He that thought that he was trying to bait him so that they would get expelled. He didn't really care and didn't have a real reason to be there. He wasn't smart and he knew that he didn't have a future.

But whenever he tried to kill him, Shiota Sensei just smiled and complemented him. There were even some times when he told him how to improve his fighting skills. He moved impossibly fast for someone so small.

"Shut up," he mumbled. Michi backed up for a moment. They walked further down the road, Shichiro and Michi were joking around but Hideaki was deep in thought. This was still irritating, he needed to do something but he didn't know what.

While he was thinking about Shiota Sensei, Shichiro and Michi came across a group of punks that they have had a problem with. He wasn't really paying attention to the situation, it was always the same. It wasn't long before a fight broke out.
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Nagisa was on the balcony, on the 6th floor, of his target's home when the doors opened wide. His target walked though, talking loudly on his phone. Nagisa slipped the behind the open doors and waited in the shadows for his target to stop talking.

It didn't take very long for him to stop yelling at the person on the other line. When he hung up, Nagisa walked up quietly behind him, making sure that he couldn't be sensed, and gently pushed him over the edge. He was going to land on the spiked fence below. There was a very small possibility that he would survive. If he did, Nagisa was have to take care of that later.

Right now he couldn't take the time. Instead of watching him fall, he took off. He had to get home and finish up grading his students homework.