~4:30 AM~
Darkness still pervaded the house this early in the morning, most people were still asleep at this early hour of the day. I, on the other hand, was wide awake, punching at a sandbag hanging from the rafters in the training room I had specifically requested. I had woken up rather frustrated an hour before now, having been sent a message on the cell phone I had been given. The text was rather long and detailed and rather annoying to me. Apparently, the government had managed to get me into the school as a student, and I was to report to the classroom in just a few short hours.
I had been released from my cell yesterday and had been given a quick update on all that I had needed to know about my target, the conditions surrounding it, and a head's up on some of the small details regarding his personality. How on Earth this thing can be called a he is unknown to me, so I will most likely ignore that little detail for now.
I stopped punching the bag, breathing a bit heavily. A small tear had formed in the heavy duty material and sand was leaking out now. "Guess I gotta repair this one for the time being. Damn things are made so cheaply these days...I miss the old-fashioned wood ones I used to play with as a kid." I sigh, walking out of the room to take a shower. I was supposed to arrive at the school building a half hour early to meet with the person who was helping the class. His name was Mr. Karasuma, and he was apparently a strict, no-nonsense kind of person.
I made sure to take my time in the shower to relax, the warm water was a major relief to my body, helping sore and tired muscles to relax fully. I hadn't realized how good it felt just to take a shower without someone or a camera watching my every move. I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. "This feels nice…"
I finished my shower and dried off, humming softly to myself a random tune that fit my mood as I turned the water off. Walking into the bedroom, I picked out the clean school uniform from the closet, glaring at the drab colors. "Honestly...why this?" I grumbled as I slipped into the uniform carefully. I pulled back my long silvery white hair and tied it up into a high ponytail. I had dispelled my wings and tail to better conform to the human form, though it annoyed me quite a bit cause I disliked looking like a human. I shrugged it off, pushing my complaints about the situation to the back of my mind for the moment. I carefully hid several daggers of the material they had given me that was supposed to be harmful to the octopus, tucking them away beneath my school uniform. I had decided to use my under armor plating that the government had returned to me beneath my school uniform, so I was rather pleased with how well it still fit considering the last time I had worn it was almost 20 years ago.
"I'm glad that they didn't decide to let me go on this mission empty-handed. I haven't seen a single piece of my old gear in a long time. Though it definitely needs to be updated and improved upon. Times have changed, bullets are much more dangerous nowadays…." I frowned, thinking of some ideas on what materials I would have to acquire for the necessary readjustments. I jotted down a few quick notes on my notepad that I had laying around for anything I required of the government for the assassination.
I sat down at the table in my room, drawing up some quick schematics and sketches of what I had planned for the new armor set, pausing occasionally and scrapping anything that didn't seem to work out for design purposes. I looked up at the clock when it started blaring it's high pitched and rather bothersome alarm. The time was 5:20 AM.
"Guess it's time to head to the school building. I really got lost in my work again…" I sighed, standing up and turning off the alarm. I grabbed my school bag and headed outside, locking the door of the house as I left. I started up a quick running pace to make it on time, living only a short distance from the bottom of the mountain. The morning was a quiet one, not many people outside as I hurried to get to the school on time. I passed by one or two tired looking adults who were just getting out of whatever dead-end night job they worked, they barely noticed me as I slipped under their radars.
'Humans are so easy to slip by unnoticed, I look like any other school student so I go unnoticed. Perfect.' I smiled as I reached the bottom of the mountains, sprinting lightly up the mountain at a rather fast pace. I could feel eyes watching me as I neared the top, making me pause. I ducked amidst some thick bushes, peering around me to spot whoever or whatever was watching me. I quickly spotted the source, frowning. It was the octopus. Of course. I sighed, standing up and continuing my jog up the mountain to the school building, though he had to have known I spotted him. I didn't care though, as I entered the school building, straightening out my uniform and brushing off some stray leaves as I knocked on the staff room door.
The door slid open, and I looked the man on the other side. He had black hair and a neutral expression on his face. "You must be Miss Silverstar, the U.S. transfer student. Come in." He moved aside and motioned for me to enter. I walked in silently, sitting down on the offered chair.
"No need for formalities sir, just call me Anne. And please, no sugar coating anything. I've already been informed of the current situation. I spotted the target on my way up here." I frowned, looking at the man now sitting across from me.
"I see. Though I'm not quite sure why the U.S. sent you in so early. Aren't you-?
"I'd rather not talk about that. Prying ears. I'm just glad to be here right now. It's good to get some fresh air and some freedom to move every once in a while. Besides, I'm not too worried about the current situation."
"Alright then. How much do you know?"
"Everything for the most part. Though I have a feeling some details were withheld for various reasons. I'll mostly just be studying the target for the time being until I have ascertained enough details and weaknesses."
"Very well then. Class will be starting in another 10 minutes, so I suggest you sit back and relax for a bit until you are introduced to the class."
I nod, pulling out my sketchbook. "I'll just work on my blueprints for a bit then." I smile a bit, and he seems a little surprised by the action. I could hear students already starting to enter the building as I worked on a rather peculiar sketch design that was giving me a hard time, frowning at the paper. I jolted out of my seat when the being that was my target suddenly bolted into the staffroom through the now open window. I blinked away my surprise and carefully closed my sketchpad up and put it away, though I barely closed it before it was suddenly snatched out of my hands by the octopus that was now in front of me. He was carefully studying the recent sketch of a bladed weapon I was working on. It was a combination of a whip and a sword that I had the random idea of. "Interesting design. The materials you have listed for this are very intriguing. Though none of them would be harmful to me~" He chuckled, green stripes appearing on his face in a smug superior mood. "But overall, a very innovative and advanced design. And your art skills are outstanding." He handed back the sketchbook, and I looked at the page that he had been studying with interest. He had already written out a proper mixture for the materials and had solved one or two of the few design flaws with a rotating joint style design. I smiled, nodding to him.
"Thanks. I've been designing all of my own weapons for as long as I can remember. Though I already knew of those structural weaknesses. I just don't have the materials required to fix them available to me right now. That's why I was going with an alloy instead of pure materials. It's more affordable for me."
"I see. Even so, with your limited supplies you should still aim for the best you can do and not let one simple fact hold back the true intent of your designs." He chuckled, patting me on the head. I blushed lightly, swatting away the odd-looking hand.
"Hands off…," I grumbled, glaring at the page.
"Someone's in a touchy mood." He giggled as he walked out of the classroom.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring his comment. 'You'd be touchy too if you were locked in a cell for 50 years.' I silently mused, standing up as Mr. Karasuma led me out of the room.
"Wait outside. I'll call you in." Karasuma left me outside in the hall as he went into the classroom. All of the students went silent as he entered. 'They must respect him then if they went quiet so quickly.'
I listened in to what Mr. Karasuma was telling the class. "We have a new transfer student here today. She's from the U.S. so let's try and make her stay here in Japan a good one. You can come in now."
I slid the door open, walking into the classroom. There were quite a few students, all sitting at their desks with notebooks out ready for the day. Korosensei was standing behind the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom, and Mr. Karasuma was standing near the door. I stood between Mr. Karasuma and the door and looked at the class. "Hello, my name is Anne Silverstar, it's a pleasure to be here today." I bowed respectfully, then straightened up as I examined the students closely. There were two empty seats in the back, where I decided to sit at once someone decided to respond to me.
"Hi, I'm Nagisa, it's nice to meet you, Miss Silverstar." A blue-haired boy stood up and bowed respectfully, a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled and nodded to him.
"No need to be formal. Just call me Anne." I giggled softly, playing up the innocent young teen girl.
"Alright then." He sat back down, a smile on his face. The rest of the class seemed to relax and I got a few oddball questioning looks as I sat down at one of the two empty desks in the back.
"Hey what's with the gloves?" A girl with green hair asked me curiously.
"I'd rather not talk about it…" I blush lightly, not wanting anyone to know of the tattoos on my body just yet. They'd probably see them eventually but I wasn't quite ready to let anyone see them.
"Oh, ok." She seemed a bit downtrodden with that comment.
"Alright class, time for us to begin today's lessons!" Korosensei got everyone's attention on the chalkboard, and he started writing out stuff on the board for us all to see. I sighed and started taking down quick notes, finishing everything that he gave us in no time. I started sketching out plans in my art pad while he was helping one of the other students with their work. It was a simple sword with a hidden dagger in the hilt, I was just putting the finishing touches on the hilt when it was, yet again, snatched out of my hands. I growled softly in mild annoyance, and it was quickly returned to me, though this time he hadn't marked it for any adjustments or changes, just a smiley face in the top right corner with some hearts over it.
"Excellent design, the balance of weight is perfectly proportioned, the hilt design is fabulous, and the grip is a very sturdy material. Wonderful design." He complimented, a red circle appearing on his face. I stared at him blankly for a second, then looked back down at the design.
"It's just a basic sword design. I won't be making this one though, I only drew it cause I had it on my mind." I shrugged, ignoring his rather mischievous look.
"Hehe, well then, I suggest you get back to work then and save the drawings for later." He gently chastised.
"No need. I already finished my work." I handed him the completed assignment, surprising him.
"You sure do work fast!" He chuckled as he quickly graded the assignment and handed it back to me. I had gotten a hundred on the assignment, so I smiled and put it away in my binder.
"So do you. And I think Nagisa needs your help." I giggled as I spotted the blue-haired boy holding his hand up. The teacher quickly appeared beside the young man's side to help him with whatever question he had.
I soon found myself in PE class, working on the simple basics of knife thrusts. Honestly, it was stupid cause I was long since trained in the basic stuff...though I wasn't gonna comment on it too much as I followed Mr. Karasuma's instructions. I watched as Korosensei was put down by Mr. Karasuma with a few well-placed comments, some of the other students also agreeing with whatever the man had said. I didn't listen to it, my eyes wandering off to the side as I spotted a red-haired boy standing at the top of the stairs in front of the class building. I frowned, disliking the way this boy looked. I could tell he was definitely not quite right in the head.
The class ended and I mingled amidst the crowd of students as the boy greeted Korosensei. "Wow, so you must be Korosensei!" His energy was fake, and his warm smile held cruelty to it.
I winced as Korosensei fell for the act, shaking the boy's hand, only for Korosensei's hand to suddenly liquify! I blinked, surprised. This was the first time I had seen someone hurt the being. Korosensei seemed as shocked as the rest of us as he back off quickly. "What's the matter teach? Scared?" The boy grinned, a cruel smile on his face as he revealed what he had done. He had taped pieces of the anti-Korosensei material to his hand. I frowned, deciding to ignore him and the class as I headed inside and sat down at my desk after quickly changing back into my uniform and out of my gym clothes. I pulled out my sketchpad and started scribbling out a rather gruesome scene from memory of a man being torn to pieces by vicious claws, though I placed the boy's face in the man's place. A twisted look of pain and fear on the face. I put the sketch away as soon as everyone started heading back into the classroom, not wanting anyone to see what my mind had inside it on paper. The red-haired boy sat beside me, and I ignored him as I watched Korosensei quickly hand out our quiz papers before turning to stare at the wall.
I silently set about finishing the quiz, setting it aside at the same time as the red-haired boy beside me, Karma I recall hearing from outside. He looked at me in surprise as I ignored him, pulling out a blank white piece of art paper. I started drawing a detailed sketch of Korosensei's form and near exact measurements as I watched the teacher futilely punching the wall. Someone got upset at him for it and told him to stop. I ignored the rest of what happened in favor of my drawings.
That is until I saw Korosensei freak out over Karma having stolen his gelato from the teacher's lounge. I watched curiously and saw Korosensei step on the anti bbs that Karma had strategically placed there for this very reason. I sighed, shaking my head. Karma glanced at me for a second as I handed Korosensei my quiz, Karma also handing the teacher his quiz after announcing he had already finished.
"Yea yea, you're smart, we get it. Stop bragging." I growled at him. "You aren't the only one." I must have struck a nerve as the boy glared at me angrily.
"And who are you to talk? I don't recognize you and your accent suggest your American. Let me guess, your an undercover operative playing a high school student aren't you?" Karma sneered his intuition, not off one bit.
"Really? I'm American so you automatically assume I'm an operative? Are you dense?" I glare at him, a bit irritated.
"Hah! A bit defensive are we?" He grinned, a look of triumph on his face. "That means you must be, otherwise why would you defend yourself?"
"Maybe it's cause of the fact I hate my country! Those jerks have been nothing but cruel to me, I'm an outcast! I came here to start over and receive sanctuary. So far I'm only getting ridiculed all over again." I stood up, grabbing my stuff. "Korosensei, I'm leaving a bit early, so excuse me if you please." I stalked out of the classroom, stunning everyone, including Karma. I was stopped in the hallway by Korosensei, what I could only assume as his version of a frown on his face.
"Anne. I was unaware of your being a refugee. I'm sorry." He set a hand on my shoulder, and I looked down at my feet.
"I was hoping to not have to bring it up. I'm here to start over, so I'd rather it be left in the past." I shrugged past him, leaving the school building. I ran down the mountainside, using my parkour skills to my advantage as I ran home as fast as I could, a blur to anyone who saw me. I didn't want to be around anyone right now. I slammed quickly into the house and locked the door behind me, tossing my stuff onto the living room couch and heading to the training room.
"You seem upset. I take it your first day in the classroom didn't go well?" I froze at the cold sounding voice.
"What are you doing here? I thought I wasn't going to receive a check in for another week." I growled, glaring at the officer I had come to know very well. His name was Mr. Black, a code name obviously so I wouldn't be able to track him down later.
"I'm here because you have an update on your assignment list. While your here we need you to run a few covert operations for the U.S. It still fits into your current objective, as the equipment you'll be recovering will aid you." He tossed me a package. "Everything you need to know is in there. You'll be starting the first target acquisition in one week after your first check-in. You'll be assigned a partner, so I suggest you play nicely otherwise you may be punished." He sipped a bit of whatever drink he'd stolen from my fridge.
I growled, a bit pissed off at the arrogant asshole. "Fine. But if the person gets in my way I can't guarantee I won't kill them."
"Try not to. Your partner is a rather important ally to you, you'll need them in order to infiltrate the facilities mainframe." He grinned, obviously understanding my frustration. He didn't like having a partner either.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Just, get out, please. I've had a long day and would prefer to take a shower and change in peace without you hanging over my head." I swat at him halfheartedly, which he dodges and takes his drink.
"Fine, fine, though I don't know why you'd complain about me being here while your changing. After all, you have one damn fine body." He smirked, a gleam in his eyes I disliked.
"Shut up you ugly pervert." I punched him hard in the shoulder, making him wince as he backed off.
"Ok ok! Note to self, don't tease you too much when you're already pissed off." He left the house, and I waited till his footsteps disappeared out of my hearing range before I relaxed a bit.
"Finally…" I set the package down, heading to take a shower. "I hate that man."