Chapter 1: Surprises Time

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Mr. Matsukata was dumbfounded.

As soon as he entered the dining room of his rather modest traditional japanese home, he was greeted with the sight of multiple platters of japanese delicacies that ranged from pork tonkatsu to shrimp tempura peppering his small wooden table, which was a little out of place all things considered. His dining room simply consisted of a small wooden table and cushions to sit at. There was even bouillabaisse soup.

Then again, he should probably get used to this by now...along with the fact that half of these ingredients weren't even in his fridge to begin with.

He shook his head and let out a small smile.

"Minato-kun, you really should get ready for school, it's your first day as a third year today, isn't it?" Said the old man with a bit of fond exasperation as he sat down for breakfast.

Sure enough, a lone figure popped out of the kitchen and walked into view uncertainly with his head down.

Minato Fuma was a rather petite and short boy with soft girlish features and milky white skin. He was wearing a crimson hoodie with the hood on and a long black scarf over the Kunugigaoka junior high uniform, a white long-sleeved shirt with a black tie and gray pants, he had long flowing raven black hair that grew past his collar and bright crimsom red eyes. He was also wearing a black face mask that covered the lower part of his face, but whether that was because of his shyness and social anxiety or chuunibyou was lost on the old man.

Matsukata smiled at him and gestured for him to sit at the table, which Minato complied with, albeit anxiously and uncertainly.

Mr. Matsukata let out a small sigh. He has always been this way even before he adopted him, when his family was killed two years ago.

Mr. Matsukata shook his head mentally. Now was not the time to think about such grave thoughts, especially ones that happened two years ago. It was a new year, a fresh start for Minato. Maybe this year he would find some real friends.

Then again, the old man told himself the same thing last year...and the year before that...

Not that he could blame him though, if anything this should be expected, he was already reclusive even when he had his family, he would only become even moreso after experiencing such a trauma.

Looking up, he found the young boy with a look he was all too familiar with. The look he got when he wanted to say something, but was either to shy to say it or too afraid of his words being taken the wrong way.

He smiled encouraging at the boy and waited patiently. He would speak when he's ready, there's no need to rush him.

"Yes, Minato-kun?" He asked fondly.

The boy struggled for a few more seconds before settling on bowing apologetically at him, which made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

Well, okay then.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry" He said in meek pre-pubescent voice.

"What are you apologizing for, Minato-kun?" Mr. Matsukata asked curiously.

He wouldn't think too much into this, the 14 year old made a habit of apologizing for things he believed to have been wrong, no matter how minor or irrelevany it may be. Yesterday, he apologized for being waking up late by 2 minutes and the day before that he apologized over-boiling the water by a minute.

That habit of his got really old really quickly.

"B-B-because I-I w-was caught b-by t-the school, w-while on m-my part time j-job, s-so I'll b-be in Class 3-E this year" he stuttered out and Mr. Matsukata blinked.

That was all?

Well, he apologized and begged his forgiveness for things that were a lot more irrelevant and insignificant in the past and he supposed that Minato probably had reason to believe that he should be apologizing for this but still...

"That's it?" Asked Matsukata with a raised eyebrow. Minato glanced up at him between his long hair.

He took that as his cue to continue.

"I don't think there's any need for you to apologize for that, Minato-kun" Matsukata said sternly, albeit gently.

"B-But-" Minato tried to protest, but the old man held up his hand with closed eyes.

"I am fully aware of when brats talk about that particular class" assured Matsukata.

"I-I'm sorry!" Minato bowed again, which caused the old man to sigh.

"Don't apologize because you have nothing to apologize for" Mr. Matsukata said firmly causing the boy to look up at him. He let out a small smile. "What those brats are saying can hardly be the truth, judge them based on your own experience."

Minato simply stayed quiet and listened.

"I don't care if you get in that class or in the A class, what I care about is that you are a well-rounded student and that you continue growing" Reassured Mr. Matsukata.

Minato rose from his bow and simply stared at him in wonder. He let out another smile.

"Now finish your breakfast, we both have schools to go to, Minato-kun" said Mr. Matsukata before resuminh his breakfast.

"Y-yes, Jii-sama"

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Minato Fuma was in a hurry.

He was dashing through the streets like a shadowand dodging people like the plague. He oped and prayed that none of them would take notice of him or that he would bump into one of them. If he did, then that would mean he would have to apologize to them and since he wasn't the best in talking to other, he would probably just waste his and their time.

He did NOT have time to waste.

Arriving at the front gates, he danced through the crowd of students unnoticed and made a beeline for the mountain path that led to class E. Some students did attempt to bully him, but by the time they spoke the first word he was long gone.

A normal person would probably be out of breath at this point, after so much free-running, dodging, and dashing through Kunukigaoka, but Minato wasn't, conveniently enough. He didn't know why, but he was thankful for that, it came in handy when it comes to situationd like this.

He didn't do well in crowds, he prefered to stay invisible.

Minato made his way up the mountain in record time and once he saw that no one was in the classroom yet, he let out a sigh of relief. He did not do well in crowds, so he wanted to be in the classroom before his other classmates arrive to minimize the possibility of having to interact with them.

He had nothing against his new classmates though, he was just that much of a recluse.

Still, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the students arrived and almost all of them seemed to be too gloomy to take notice of his presence. It was like watching a junior high school version of the Death March.

He should've seen this coming though. Class E was the target of merciless scorn and bullying for as long as this school existed, so it would make sense for the students to be depressed...or did it?

He remembered what his adoptive grandfather said about making judgements based on his own experience and ideas. Weren't these people doing just that? Weren't they mourning the fact that they're in E class because of the fact that they were lead to believe by the school that this class was horrible?

...or have they already formed a conclusion based on what they experienced...which was influenced by what may have happened in between the time it took for them to get in the main entrance and up the mountain path.

No doubt that if Minato wasn't fast enough, he would've probably been bullied and scorned by the crowd of students.

Was that what happened to them?

Minato's thoughts plagued him, until the telltale sound of the door opening, ushered the arrival of their new homeroom teacher. For some reason, he even heard the sound of...squishing...or slushing...?

He looked up and his eyes widened.

"Good morning everyone, my name is Yukimura Aguri and I'll be your new homeroom teacher" said a raven-haired woman with golden eyes, who appeared to be wearing a labcoat over a rather goofy shirt with a picture of an eggplant man and a long brown skirt.

The young woman just kept smiling at them brightly and passionately...

"And I'll be your new Math teacher, my name is Korogane Ryushi"

...as if there wasn't a 6 foot tall yellow octopus with a head the size of the beach ball, suppository eyes and awide toothy grin wearing black robes, an oversized necktie with a crescent moon printed on it, and a small graduation cap standing right beside her with numerous tentacles waving every which way.

Their new homeroom teacher just kept on smiling, like this was perfectly normal. Well it definitely wasn't and Minato would probably point that out, if it weren't for the fact that he was too much of a recluse to do so.

If he couldn't hold a normal conversation with the same species, then he'll have much more trouble interacting with his new math teacher.

The only one who didn't seem to be all that bothered was a brownish black-haired girl with golden eyes, who was sitting beside a dumbstruck pig-tailed bluenette boy.

Yes, Minato could tell that he was a boy, since Nagisa was a fellow bishie.

Akari Yukimura and Nagisa Shiota, that was probably their names. He heard his classmates call them that during the earlier jumble of conversations and considering the resemblance, it wasn't too farfethched to think that the former was Yukimura-sensei's little sister.

"umm...Ma'am" spoke Nagisa, while raising his hand."

"Yes, Nagisa-kun?" Prompted an oblivious Aguri.

"Is our Math teacher supposed to be an alien?" The bluenette asked uncertainly.

"How rude! I am an earthling born and bred, thank you very much" protested the octopus, while waving his tentacles every which way.

Minato sweatdropped. As far as he knew, their new Math teacher wasn't a species known to humans.

"I'll be the one to explain that" they turned their attention to a man with spiky raven black hair and a rather mean-looking expression, who strolled into the classroom. He was wearing a business suit and from what he could tell, he was well-built and was a real juggernaut.

"I'm Karasuma from the ministry of defense" Mr. Karasuma spoke with professional tone of voice and stony expression as he addressed all of them "What I'm about to tell you is what we in the business call classified" The man sighed deeply with closed eyes.

"Oh hell I'll just come right out with it. This thing is highly targetted by numerous black market organizations, assassins and other shady businessmen. He has exposed a number of illegal operation and has become a large threat to the black market and he'll also be teaching here, along with-" Mr. Karasuma was interrupted by the octopus.

"My beautifully curvaceous, kind-hearted, and beloved goddess" cooed the octopus with a pink blushing face, while his tentacles slithered and crawled into places that Minato really did NOT want to think about at the moment...or any time.

"R-Ryushi, I told you not to be inappropriate in front of the kids!" Moaned a blushing Aguri indignantly as she tried to maintain some semblance of decency.

"Hey! Just because you're better than her former fiancé and that I approve of you doesn't mean I'll let you have your way with my sister all the time!" Exclaimed a indignant Akari, which halted the octopus in his tracks.

Holding up his tentacles in the air and looking like a dear caught in the headlights, the octopus started apologizing to all of them for his inappropriate behavior.

This was definitely not what Minato expected to happen on his first day in the end class.

Mr. Karasuma cleared his throat to get his attention, he even had a tick mark on his forehead.

"As I was saying, since he's such a high-priority target for a number of illegal organizations, numerous assassins will more than likely make an attempt on his life and its even more likely for any one of you to get caught in the crossfire" Mr. Karasuma explained calmly as mutters filled the room.

Minato's eyes widened at that revelation, his mind instantly jumping to Mr. Matsukata and the nursery that he teaches. Either one of them could be taken in as hostages

"and that brings us to the reason of why I'm here" said the octopus seriously. "the time I spent with Aguri, short as it may have been, has made her and all of you by extension a possible target by assassins in order for them to get to me. That's why I came here to teach, so that I protect all of you in any way I can utilizing my mach 20 speed" as soon as the octopus announced the last part triumphantly, a burst of dust and wind suddenly burst through the classroom, prompting Minato to close his eyes. Not even a split-second later when he opened them he found the octopus standing right in front of him.

He felt his heart sink, not because of the impossible speed the octopus displayed, but because he could feel the stares of his classmates in his direction.

Granted, they were looking at the octopus, but the simple fact that their gazes were pointed in his direction was enough to make him feel more than a little anxious.

He looked over to the two individuals in front of the classroom and found that they weren't fazed by the speed burst.

Yukimura-sensei just kept on smiling and Karasuma-san looked on with stony expression.

"However, while my speed is an amazing feat in it's own right and can be generally relied on to protect all of you" The octopus turned slightly to face the whole class. "that won't always be the case, my speed would be little more than a mild inconvenience to most assassins, which is why you all need to learn to protect yourselves and to protect the people you care about. All of you must become assassins not to kill, but to protect" he finished as he gestured to the class as a whole.

"that'll be my job, I'll be taking over P.E. and we'll be using that time to hone your mind, body and skills" Mr. Karasuma said from the front of the class.

"Feel free to include me in your daily training as well. If you can hit me, that is" For some strange reason, the octopus had green stripes on his head when he said that.

"One last thing, if any of you are able to arrest an assassin or assist in the arrest of an assassin, then you'll be given a bounty equivalent to that specific assassin's bounty" Karasuma said evenly, which caused everyone in class to gape in shock. "But going after or hunting down assassins is strictly prohibited, so you'll be limited to the assassins who go after your new teacher or classmates"

"That about covers everything" said cheerful Aguri as she clapped her hands together with a close-eyed smile. "So, are there any questions?"

No one spoke, but it was probably because of the shock, than the lack of questions.

That's for sure.

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Time seemed to pass by in a daze, Minato could barely bring himself to listen to Yukimura-sensei and Korogane-sensei as they discussed their respective lessons. Hid mind was filled with so many thoughst, so many questions, and so many doubts. It should be expected though, learning to become assassins is a bit of tall order for a class of ordinary junior high kids.

Then again, he didn't exactly fall under that category.

Considering the circumstances, he'd probably a top student in this class, technically speaking, that is.

His mind remained faraway as the day continued to down, until Yukimura-sensei finally dimissed class and allowed them all to go home for the day.

Minato remained seated, waiting for his other classmates to file out of the room, until he was finally alone. He walked over to the window and opened it, before jumping out and closing it behind him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before taking out his flip phone and texting his adoptive grandfather that he'll be coming home late again.

He took another deep breath, before he sprinted down the mountain so quickly that in a little under a minute he found himself at the bottom of the mountain. Not even taking a minute to rest (which he didn't really need anyway), he sprinted through the main school and into the the streets of Kunugigaoka.

He didn't stop free-running and dashing until he reached his destination.

The park.

Slowing down considerably, he started walking through the grassy fields as the setting sun slowly, but surely drenched the scenery in a vermillion hue. He didn't really care if night was approaching fast or that there would probably be some shady people lurking around and they would probably attack him. He wasn't afraid of getting attacked though.

His attackers would be the only ones getting hurt in that scenario.

Stopping in the middle of the park, he gazed around his surroundings. The sight of the sunset's rays colored the grass a vermillion yellow, the creatures scurrying around to return to their homes before night falls, the awakening of nocturnal animals, and the flowers slowly dulling and darkening. The beauty of nature of as another day draws to a close as his mother once called it.

It never did fail to put a smile under his mask nor did it fail to calm his often anxious and distorted thoughts.

There was just something about the serenity and beauty of nature that calmed his nerves and stilled his heart.

Too bad he didn't bring his sketchbook with him today, it would've given him something else to do other than stand in the middle of the park and wait for night to fall.

He just kept standing in the middle of the park, turning every which way now and again, until night finally befell him and the scenery fell eerily quiet.

Walking out of the park, Minato was just about to head back home when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a young blonde-haired woman being tailed by two men and from the looks of things, they were gaining on her.

Minato blinked before following them from the other side of the street curiously.

It was only a matter of seconds before the men caught up with the woman and started cornering her into a dark alley, against her will if the protests and body language was any indication.

Looking around in alarm for any witnesses or any sign that he wasn't the woman's only hope of getting help.

He found none.

Looking back to the alley where shouts of protest could be heard, Minato sighed and closed his eyes

He brought down his hood before pulling down his face mask.

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As the two grunts began wrestling the woman against the wall and as the woman vocally shouted her protest and continued struggling, a singsong voice suddenly rang through the air.

"Ehhh? What do we have here?" Cooed the voice, prompting the two men to look at the source, which was coming from the entry of the alley.

Minato Fuma stood at the entryway without his hood and face mask. He was even wearing a close-eyed smile.

A deceptively sweet smile.

"Mind you own business, kid!" Growled the man holding the woman.

"Yeah, just run along and play, nothing to see here" said the other man impatiently.

"Really?" Cooed Minato in a sweet voice as he started walking forward. He was really enjoying this. It never failed to amuse him how some people hid behind a false sense of superiority because of factors, such as a differenece in size or intellect. Those people were the biggest idiots he's ever encountered.

Just lile the main campus students.

"Yeah, now run along, ain't nothing for a kid like you to see here" said the second man impatiently.

"Move it or lose it, kid!" Growled the first man.

Still, Minato continued to stride forward. The sound of his footsteps sounded out loud and clear in the relative silence of the alley.

"Damn it, what part of get the hell out of here, don't you understand?!" grouched the first man as he passed his hold on the woman to his partner before stomping towards Minato furiously.

He got about 5 stomps, when Minato suddenly revealed a pair of silver scissors in each of his hands and he crossed his arms over his chest and he opened his eyes to look at the man in the eye, making him freeze on the spot, but before he could react, Minato closed the distance between them by dashing towards him in a low crouch and slashed at his knees. The telltale sound of slashing metal resounded loudly as time seemed to stop for the witnesses.

He always enjoyed this moment; the moment when they realize that they had bitten off more than they could chew and that they had walked into a trap. It never failed to amuse him.

The next thing any of them knew, Minato was on the other side of the man, crouched down low and with his arms spread out on their respective sides.

Behind Minato, the man's wounds finally got to him as he sunk down to his knees with a look of pure disbelief plastered on his face. He definitely didn't expect that innocent boy to be so deadly.

It was oh so amusing.

Turning back to Minato, the man stuttered out: "Wh-who are you?"

At once, Minato twirled around once and faced the man, while striking a cutesy pose with his scissors replacing the "V" his fingers would've made. He was also wearing a wide, eccentric, mischievous, playful, albeit slightly deranged and predatory smile.

All in all, his expression screamed danger...or Yandere...

"The prince charming from the gardens of slaughter, the serial killer who leaves you in a bloody mess, that one guy who never shuts up and turns every crime scene into a work of art!" He announced jovially with hand gestures and alternating voices, before striking a cutesy pose. "Jack the Ripper at your service!"

At this point, the other man just released his captive and started running for his life. Not that it would do him any good though.

He got about five steps, before a sharp pain suddenly bloomed around his knees and he fell on the ground in a heap.

"Oh, there's no need to get jealous unnamed criminal no. 2, I didn't forget about you" echoed Jack's playfully mischievous. "Jack the ripper does not play favorites, I treat all my victims equally, no exceptions!" Jack chastised joyfully as he appeared in front of the man's vision.

To say that the man was terrified would be an understatement. The second man was downright whimpering and sobbing, while begging for mercy. The combination of the Yandere expression and the oozing bloodlust was more than enough to convince him that this guy was bad news.

Something jack smiled at. He waved a finger at him, like a chatising mother. "ah ah ah, you've been a very bad boy, anonymous, and that means good ol jack is gonna has to slash you~ " Jack cooed mischievously in a sing song and crazed voice.

The first man let out a battle cry and charged at Jack with a rage-filled expression.

Jack smiled before he danced out of the way.

"Olé!" The boy said exclaimed playfully, like he was in a bull fight and when the man charged at him again he slashed at his cheeks, before tripping the with his foot, causing him to land squarely on his face.

"I guess I better wrap this up, don't want to be late for dinner!" Said Jack in a cheery voice before reaching into the inside of his jacket and pulling out a handkerchief and a small bottle. "Sorry, but Jack can't play anymore, grandpa's gonna get mad if I stay out too late hahahahaha!" Announced the cheerful boy, before dousing the cloth with the bottle's contents.

Whistling a casual and happy tune, He walked over to the whimpering man and covered his nose and mouth with the handkerchief, until the man fell unconscious. He did the same with the other man, before walking over to a nearby dumpster and pulling out a large bucket filled with a dark red liquid.

Now that he already knocked out the criminals all that's left was to turn the crime scene into something out of horror movie, a work of art. Without hesitation he started splattering the blood every which way, covering the criminals bodies, the walls, the floors, the windows, everywhere. It took him a little over a minute, until the bucket was empty.

He tilted it upside down to pour out any remaining drops before throwing it over his shoulder and letting it clatter noisily on the ground.

Next, he reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and started writing on it casually, while humming to himself casually.

He did this so often that it was practically second nature to him.

Step 1: Beat up, slash up and knock out criminals

Step 2: Make a bloody crime scene using pig's blood or cow's blood and start taking pictures for blackmail.

Step 3: Write a letter to the police and wax seal letter into an envelope.

Step 4: Seal off the entrance and exits to crime scene.

Once he sealed the letter, he just left it in one of the guy's hands and proceeded to tape off the entrance and exits with yellow tape with the words "Do not cross, Jack was here" written on it in jet black letters.

"I love my job" mused a happy Jack as he started walking away from his latest crime scene with a look of bliss on his face.

He's done this so many times before and he always got paid for his services in the end. In the letters he wrote, he would always ask for some form of monetary compensation equivalent to the criminals he dealt with.

The police always ended up paying him because if they didn't, every single photo of his past crime scenes would find its way to the media. He knew for a fact that the cops wanted to keep his existence under wraps. The police couldn't afford to let those photos be leaked out to the public. Even if they explained the fact that no one actually died, there would always be more than a few people who would believe the contrary, it was kind of hard to convince someone that no one died when the crime scene looked like slaughter house in a horror movie.

Point is, the sheer contents of the scene would be enough to cause a major panic among the masses because for all the people knew they could be next in line, which was something they would, understandably, be terrified of.

Horror slasher/serial killer scenes and the possibility of them being a victim of it tend to do that.

The money was really just a bonus, though. He originally did all of this for fun and to sharpen the skills. He just wanted some way to curb his bloodlust and he figured no one would really mind if he slashed up criminals, lowlifes, and scumbags. Technically speaking, he even saved that woman from a possible rape/robbery/kidnapping or whatever those goons intended to do with her. Granted, he may have scarred her for life, if she didn't run back home at that point.

He just got the idea of asking for money when he ran out of funds to maintain this little...habit of his. In the end, it solidified his image as one of those serial killers in the movies.

He actually had a checklist.

Targets specific victims? Check.

Leaves behind menacing notes/letters/clues for the police? Check.

Have a menacing name? Check.

Use a specific weapon that you always use to slash up your victims? Check.

Leave behind gruesome, bloody, and horrific crime scenes in your wake?

He looked over his shoulder at the alley and smiled, before chuckling as he continued walking.

Double Check.

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Just to make things clear, Minato has a split personality and no, he did not kill anyone because apparently in this particular manga killing of humans is a really big deal, as well as, prohibited to some extent.

Also, I'll be refering to Kayano Kaede as Akari Yukimura.

As for his hair, just refer to Nagisa with his hair down.

Also, this isn't Minato's part time job. Why? Because if it was and he was caught doing it, the witness would probably fear for their lives and would never report it. His part time job can be will likely be revealed in a later chapter.

As for the why Aguri is alive, why Korosensei is still a target and E class' new goal...I thought it would make for a very interesting alternate universe with a plausible (in my opinion) new goal. Also, Korosensei won't blow up at the end of March

I'll be using some of the earlier events of the manga and anime as well, since majority of them can still work even with the class not needing to kill Korosensei, they just need a few tweaks, that's all.

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I'll see you all next time.